Friday Ryozanpaku 3:30pm.
Jaune looked down at master ma as he approached his student. "well, jaune, seeing as we have another here to teach you, we've decided to divide your training daily. I'll be teaching you this entire weekend to make up for lost time." he pulled up the schedule chart the Master had made. "as you can see, we've spent very little time on your Kempo. So we need to make the most of the next three days. To start, ill teach you a kicking technique called Senkyuu. It's primarily a defensive technique, but with enough practice, you can use it offensively." the smaller Master lying on the ground as if he had been knocked over. "this technique is a good counter for whenever you find yourself off balance. Most opponents will attempt to take advantage and move in. When they do, use the ground beneath you to generate leverage and kick strong upwards into your opponent's face, stomach, even groin."
Taking a deep breath, Jaune tried to recall previous lessons that might help. "So, it's like a reactionary move? Using the opponent's momentum and the ground as a pivot?"
Master Ma nodded, "Exactly. In martial arts, you often find that your opponent's force can be used against them. The Senkyuu technique embodies that principle. When you are seemingly at a disadvantage, off balance, it uses your opponent's advance as the power behind your kick."
Jaune shifted his weight, trying to feel the ground beneath him to understand the potential leverage. "Okay. So, say I'm knocked off balance, I'd push against the ground, twisting my hip to add power, and then kick upwards?"
Master Ma smiled, impressed by Jaune's analytical approach. "You've got the idea. The ground is your ally. The key is timing and understanding your opponent's intentions. If you sense their advance, that's your cue."
Master Ma gestured for Jaune to approach. "I'll play the attacker. Try to knock me down."
Jaune moved cautiously, attempting to swipe at Master Ma's legs. But the small Master evaded him effortlessly. With a quick move, Master Ma tripped Jaune, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Now!" Master Ma exclaimed, approaching Jaune with mock aggression.
Reacting instinctively, Jaune planted his hands on the ground, using it as leverage to launch a powerful kick upwards. He aimed for Master Ma's midsection. The Master evaded just in time, but the demonstration had made its point.
"Excellent, Jaune. With practice, the Senkyuu will become second nature to you. Remember, it's not about raw strength but timing and leverage. Even if your opponent is larger or stronger, you can use this technique to your advantage."
Jaune smiled, dusting himself off. "Thanks, Master Ma. I see now that every disadvantage can be turned into an opportunity."
"Don't thank me yet. We will repeat this until you can do it on instinct." The bowler hat-wearing Master said, grinning.
The repeated falls and counterattacks began to wear on Jaune, but with each attempt, he started to see and feel the rhythm of the technique. The Senkyuu was about anticipation and understanding the movement of the opponent. The key was to use the grounded position as a pivot, turning a disadvantage into a tactical advantage.
However, the training was challenging. Master Ma was quick; if Jaune didn't react in time, he'd get a sharp reminder of his lapse in the form of a punch. After what felt like the hundredth fall, sweat dripped from Jaune's forehead, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His sides ached from Master Ma's corrective jabs, and he could feel the onset of bruises.
"Again!" Master Ma ordered.
Gritting his teeth, Jaune positioned himself. He waited for the right moment, and as Master Ma approached, Jaune used the Senkyuu. His leg shot up, aiming for Master Ma's face. This time, instead of evading, Master Ma caught Jaune's foot, stopping the kick just inches from his face.
"Better," Master Ma acknowledged, releasing Jaune's foot. "Your reactions are becoming sharper. But remember, combat is unpredictable. Don't become too reliant on any single technique."
Jaune nodded, catching his breath. "Understood, Master Ma."
Master Ma looked him over. "Let's take a break. Hydrate and rest. We'll continue in 15 minutes."
Master Ma looked intently at Jaune before speaking. "The technique I'm about to teach you comes with a heavy warning. It's a potent move that can cause severe injury or worse if misused. Therefore, you must reserve it only for dire situations against significantly dangerous opponents. Against an average or unsuspecting individual, this technique could result in grievous harm. Do you understand?"
Jaune nodded thoughtfully, meeting Master Ma's eyes. "I understand, Master. The technique is a last-resort option and should be used responsibly."
"Good," Master Ma continued. "This technique is designed for extreme close-quarters combat, typically when your opponent has a secure grip on you. The idea is to use their closeness and confidence against them."
Master Ma took a moment to position himself, then signaled Jaune to grip his shoulders. Once Jaune had a firm hold, Master Ma quickly demonstrated the move. He raised his palm in a lightning-quick strike, aiming it just below Jaune's chin. Simultaneously, his other hand came up to press against his elbow, amplifying the force of the blow.
Jaune staggered back, feeling the vibrations from the impact course through his head and down his spine. The force of the strike, even when held back, was incredible. He rubbed his chin, blinking to clear his vision and regain his focus.
"Wow," he managed to say, "That's... intense."
Master Ma nodded, hands returning to a relaxed position by his sides. "It's a technique that combines both strength and leverage. By trapping your opponent close and using your other hand to provide additional force, you effectively double the power of the palm strike. It targets the chin and can be devastating if executed properly."
Jaune swallowed hard, feeling the residual soreness in his jaw. "I can see why it's dangerous. The force can knock someone out or worse."
"Exactly," Master Ma responded, his eyes severe. "This technique, when used with full force, can break the jaw, dislocate it, or even snap the neck in extreme cases. It's not something to be used lightly. Always measure the severity of the situation and the necessity to employ such techniques."
Taking a deep breath, Jaune nodded, appreciating the gravity of the responsibility that came with learning these advanced techniques. "I understand, Master Ma. It's a last-resort move."
The smaller Master looked into Jaune's eyes, ensuring he truly comprehended the lesson. "Martial arts is not just about strength and techniques. It's about judgment and the wisdom to use what you know responsibly."
Jaune met the gaze, feeling the weight of the words. At this moment, he thought his words alone would be little reassurance, so he composed himself and bowed respectfully. "I promise to use what you teach me wisely."
Master Ma nodded, apparently satisfied. "Good. Now, let's practice. Remember, restraint and control. We're here to learn, not to harm."
As the two began to train, it was clear right away that Jaune was a little nervous practicing the technique, primarily out of fear of harming his Master, but master ma quickly squashed that notion.
"Jaune, trust is paramount in training," Master Ma said, noticing the hesitation in his student's movements. "If you hold back too much out of fear, you'll never truly grasp the technique. And if you don't understand the technique, there's a higher chance of misuse."
Jaune swallowed, trying to muster up the confidence. "But Master Ma, I don't want to hurt you."
The smaller Master chuckled softly. "Do you think I'd teach you a technique if I couldn't handle its repercussions? You're not the first student I've instructed on this, and likely not the last."
Jaune looked down, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "Okay," he said, taking a deep breath, "I'll try."
Master Ma nodded in approval. "That's the spirit."
As they practiced, Master Ma would frequently correct Jaune's posture, angle of attack, or hand placement. Though Jaune was tentative at first, he slowly started to gain confidence with each repetition. Master Ma absorbed the controlled blows gracefully, occasionally offering a grunt of approval when Jaune executed it correctly.
After several rounds of practice, Master Ma took a step back, nodding appreciatively. "You're getting the hang of it. Remember, the key is not brute strength, but precision and leverage."
Jaune wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Thank you, Master Ma. It's a lot to take in, but I think I'm beginning to understand."
Master Ma clapped Jaune on the back, smiling. "well done, Jaune. Now put what you used to the test. I hope you're ready for a spar."
With a slight nod of acknowledgment, Jaune shifted into his stance, mirroring the core principles of the Kempo techniques he had been taught. His feet were shoulder-width apart, ensuring a balanced foundation. He flexed his knees slightly, ready to move in any direction. One hand was close to his chest, fingers flexed, while the other was stretched forward, palm facing Master Ma, eyes sharp and focused.
Without warning, Jaune lunged forward, aiming a quick jab toward Master Ma's midsection. Master Ma effortlessly sidestepped the attack, but Jaune quickly followed up with a roundhouse kick, aiming for the Master's head. The smaller Master evaded, his movements fluid and precise. Master Ma's evasion wasn't a simple act of dodging. It was almost like a dance, a series of calculated moves that made Jaune feel like he was chasing a shadow.
The shorter Master swiftly retaliated with a low sweeping leg, trying to knock Jaune off balance. However, Jaune was prepared. He jumped, avoiding the sweep, and attempted to land a palm strike to his Master's head, hoping to catch him as he returned to a standing position.
Master Ma parried the strike with his forearm, pushing Jaune's arm aside. But instead of retreating, Jaune took the opportunity to close the distance and attempted a series of fast punches, utilizing the speed and fluidity inherent to Kempo.
The two danced around each other, a whirlwind of strikes, parries, and evasions. Jaune could land a few blows, but Master Ma's experience and skill meant that he controlled the pace of the spar, often leading Jaune to make predictable moves.
After several minutes of intense sparring, Master Ma stepped back, signaling the end of the bout.
Master Ma, observing Jaune carefully during their spar, had a keen eye for detail. His vast experience and innate understanding of martial arts allowed him to evaluate even the minutest nuances in a fighter's style.
After their sparring session, the small yet skilled Master cleared his throat, signaling the beginning of his evaluation.
"Jaune," he began, his voice even, "Your foundation in Kempo, despite the limited training time, is commendable. Your movements have precision, and you've picked up the techniques faster than many of your predecessors."
Jaune listened intently, standing straight and attentive.
Master Ma continued, "You have a natural inclination to mix soft and hard style techniques, which is rare and can be a strength. However, I've noticed a few areas that need improvement."
The Master paced slightly, recalling the movements from their spar. "Firstly, you tend to be overly aggressive after a failed attack, trying to close in on your opponent's guard. While aggression can be beneficial, it should not be at the cost of exposing oneself to counterattacks."
He looked up, meeting Jaune's eyes. "Given your build, you have an advantage in reach. Instead of always moving in, use that reach. Control the space between you and your opponent. Dictate the rhythm of the battle."
Master Ma paused, allowing Jaune to digest the feedback. "Your build gives you power but also demands a strategic approach. Over-relying on strength can be predictable. Mix it up. Keep your opponent guessing."
Jaune nodded, taking in each word. "Thank you, Master Ma. I understand. I'll work on these aspects and refine my approach."
Master Ma smiled, "Good. Martial arts is a continuous journey of self-improvement. Always be open to learning and adapting. After lunch, I'll show you techniques tailored to leverage your physique."
The smell of cooked food began wafting from the nearby kitchen, reminding Jaune of how hungry the morning's training had made him. "Lunch sounds wonderful right now," he said with a small laugh.
Master Ma smiled, the lines around his eyes crinkling with warmth. "Yes, training is always better on a full stomach. Let's eat and rejuvenate ourselves for the afternoon session. There's much more to learn."
The meals at ryozanpaku were simple yet highly nutritious, and thanks to both Miu and Jaune's own skill in the kitchen, they were often quite tasty as well. Today was no different, as Miu had outdone herself again.
The meal on the large wooden table was a harmonious blend of colors, textures, and aromas designed to nourish body and spirit. At the center of the table lay a large platter of grilled fish, its skin perfectly crispy. At the same time, the inside remained moist and flavorful. A wedge of lemon sat on the side, ready to be squeezed over the fish for an added burst of citrusy zest.
Several small bowls of steamed white rice were scattered around the table, the grains perfectly cooked and slightly sticky, ideal for picking up with chopsticks. Nearby, a pot of miso soup steamed invitingly, its warm aroma filling the air. The soup was a comforting blend of rich miso paste, tofu cubes, and seaweed, the ideal counterpoint to the other dishes.
There was a vibrant array of vegetables—steamed broccoli and carrots, a stir-fried medley of bell peppers and zucchini, and a small bowl of pickled radishes and cucumbers, offering a tangy bite. Tofu, marinated and lightly fried until golden, provided a protein-packed, vegetarian option.
A couple of small dishes held various condiments and sauces: a bowl of soy sauce, a small plate of wasabi, and a tiny jar of pickled ginger. These accompaniments allowed each diner to customize their meal according to their preference.
For beverages, there were choices between green tea and cold water, catering to the varied tastes around the table. Unlike in most other dojos, at least Jaune imagined. he ate at the same table as the masters and had to quickly get used to using chopsticks; he had never used them before he came to the dojo. But now he had no problem eating with them. His uncle Alex, on the other hand, was struggling to eat rice with the chopsticks, much to jaunes amusement.
Alex grumbled as he fumbled with the chopsticks, attempting to grasp a morsel of rice. Whenever he thought he had a good hold, the grains would slip through, landing back on the plate or occasionally on his lap.
Jaune suppressed a chuckle, watching his uncle's plight. "It's all in the technique, Uncle Alex. Here, let me show you."
Alex shot him a playful glare. "I've fought in wars, been through combat training, but these," he gestured with the chopsticks at Jaune, "are my toughest adversaries yet."
Miu, passing by, caught the light banter and said with a smile, "It's okay, Mr. Alex. It takes some time. Would you like a fork for now?"
Alex's pride wavered momentarily before he sighed, "...Maybe just for the rice."
Jaune laughed openly now, patting his uncle on the back. "Don't worry; you'll get the hang of it soon."
Lex sighed in shame as he ate with his fork before he glanced at Jaune as he ate. "honestly, I'm more amazed Jaune isn't complaining. He used to be such a picky eater when he was younger." he said, amused by how much Jaune had grown up. "He only ate rabbit-shaped nuggets and mashed potatoes for lunch. Got really huffy if he didn't have it." jaune rolled his eyes playfully. " it was dino buggies, and they were terrific."
Everyone at the table chuckled at the amusing revelation. Master Ma, with a twinkle in his eye, remarked, "Dino nuggets, you say? Well, every warrior has his beginnings. And sometimes, they start with prehistoric-shaped food."
Miu giggled, "It's endearing to imagine you insisting on dino nuggets, Jaune. But look at you now, savoring all these traditional dishes."
Akisame, another master at the table, sipped his tea, "It's not just about the evolution of tastes. It's about adapting, growing, and embracing new experiences."
Jaune grinned, red coloring his cheeks, "Well, if you ever find those dino nuggets around here, I wouldn't say no." He paused, glancing at the dishes in front of him. "But I have to admit, this is miles better."
"hehe, by the way, jaune preparations are complete. Can you miss a few school days to come with me to hunt some Grimm? Alex asked, and Jaune paused in his meal. "that was fast; any idea how long you'll need?" jaune asked, and Alex held up three fingers. "three days, ill be training you both how to effectively hunt the Grimm, but also how to survive in the wild." jaune nodded "I can probably get that many days off, I think the office has a form I need to fill out, but because it's for huntsman training they should be able to clear it."
Master Ma, ever watchful, interjected, "Grimm hunting isn't something to be taken lightly. The techniques we've been teaching you here will surely help, but fighting those creatures requires different instincts."
Alex nodded in agreement. "That's precisely why I want to guide him myself. And trust me, Master Ma, it's not just about the combat. The environment, the unpredictability of the Grimm, and the survival skills needed are all part of the training."
Jaune took a moment to consider the gravity of what was being discussed. He had been preparing for this his whole life, but the reality of facing the Grimm was both exhilarating and daunting. "I trust Uncle Alex," he finally stated. "And if it's an essential part of my training to become a Huntsman, then I need to experience it firsthand."
Miu looked concerned. "Just promise to be careful, Jaune. Grimm hunting is serious business."
Akisame added, "Remember, knowledge and preparation are your best weapons. The techniques and teachings you've absorbed here are tools in your arsenal. Use them wisely."
Uncle Alex smiled reassuringly at the masters and Miu. "Don't worry, he'll be with me. We'll start with the basics and stay away from high-risk areas. But this is a necessary step for Jaune. He needs to face real-world challenges to grow as a Huntsman."
Master Ma sighed but nodded. "Very well. But remember, Jaune, it's not about proving yourself or taking unnecessary risks. It's about learning, adapting, and understanding your role as a protector."
Jaune nodded solemnly, fully grasping the weight of his upcoming journey. "I understand, Master Ma. And thank you all for your guidance and support."
Inside Alex's mind, a whirlwind of thoughts formed. He watched Jaune interact with the masters, and their rapport was evident. In every bow, every gesture of respect, and every attentive nod, Alex saw just how deeply Jaune revered the teachings of Ryozanpaku. It made him proud but also a little nostalgic.
'This place has done wonders for him,' Alex mused, noting the confident posture and sharper instincts that Jaune now possessed. 'It's not just the physical skills; they've instilled in him a discipline and wisdom that's rare to see in someone so young.'
He remembered a younger, more impulsive Jaune who would challenge anything head-on without thinking. The change was staggering. 'These masters have provided him with a more than just martial arts foundation. They've given him a sense of purpose, of belonging.'
Alex also acknowledged that Jaune's growth was not just the product of rigorous training but also the result of the close-knit bonds he'd formed here. The camaraderie, the mutual respect – it was palpable. Alex felt a hint of envy, wishing he'd had mentors like these during his formative years.
'They've become his second family,' he thought warmly, watching as Miu handed Jaune a bowl with a smile or as Master Ma offered guidance with a fatherly tone. It was evident that the affection wasn't one-sided. The masters genuinely cared for Jaune's well-being, which was priceless to Alex.
A subtle sense of gratitude welled up within Alex. He was thankful to the masters of Ryozanpaku for taking Jaune under their wing and shaping him into the young man he was today. And while Alex was excited to take Jaune on their upcoming Grimm hunt, he was secretly relieved knowing that when they returned, Jaune would be coming back to a place filled with people who'd watch over him, guide him, and ensure his path to becoming a great Huntsman was well-guarded.
1 week later
The hum of the Bullhead's engines filled the cabin as Jaune stared out the window, watching the landscape change below them. Dense forests stretched as far as the eye could see, bordered by tall, electrified fences that kept the Grimm population within controlled limits. This was one of mistrals training grounds, the forest of dusk. It was mostly reserved for Sanctum and other combat schools, but professional huntsman like Alex could request permission to use the grounds for training personal students.
Alex leaned back in his seat, glancing over at Jaune. "Remember, this is controlled, but that doesn't mean it's safe. Even in a managed environment, Grimm can be unpredictable."
Jaune nodded. "I know, Uncle Alex. But I've been preparing for this moment for a long time. I feel ready with your guidance and everything I've learned at Ryozanpaku."
A small smile tugged at Alex's lips. "Confidence is good, but don't get cocky. The key is to stay alert and focused. Use your senses and trust your instincts."
The Bullhead started its descent, the landing lights illuminating the designated landing area below. As they touched down, the side door slid open, revealing the vastness of the controlled forest before them. The air was filled with the earthy scent of the wilderness, punctuated by the distant howls and growls of Grimm.
The two of them stepped out, their boots crunching on the gravel. Jaune took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the fresh air and mentally preparing himself for what lay ahead.
Alex began going over the plan. "We'll start with a perimeter check. Get a feel for the area, identify potential threats and safe zones. After that, we'll move deeper into the forest, seeking out smaller Grimm. As we progress, we might encounter more challenging opponents."
The forest, while a controlled environment for Grimm, was wild in its own right. Navigating and surviving in such a terrain required a different set of skills that Jaune was unfamiliar with. This was where Alex's expertise came into play.
As they trekked, Alex would frequently stop and point out various plants. "See that? That's a water vine. You can cut it open and drink the sap if you ever run out of water. It's hydrating and can be a lifesaver in emergencies." He'd demonstrate, slicing the vine open and letting the clear fluid drip into his palm.
Later, he'd pause and teach Jaune about reading the terrain. "Notice how the moss is growing on this side of the tree? It usually grows on the north side of our hemisphere. It's a good natural compass if you're ever disoriented."
Building a camp was another vital lesson. Alex explained the importance of selecting a location that was both defensible and close to a water source. "Always clear the ground before setting up your tent. Small critters or even Grimm can hide under fallen leaves."
Fire-making was another essential skill. Alex demonstrated various methods, from using flint and steel to harnessing the sun's rays with a magnifying glass. "Fire not only keeps you warm and cooks your food but also acts as a deterrent against some of the more skittish Grimm," he explained.
While Jaune was adept at combat, these survival techniques were a new frontier for him. He listened intently, practiced diligently, and took diligent notes in a small journal he kept in his satchel.
As the evening approached, Alex handed Jaune a folded map. "Alright, Jaune, let's see if you've been paying attention. Plot our course for tomorrow. Identify potential water sources, sheltered areas for camp, and the most likely locations where we might encounter Grimm."
Jaune spread the map on a flat rock, using tiny stones to weigh down the corners. He traced their path with his finger, marking potential spots with a pencil. Alex watched over his shoulder, occasionally nodding in approval or offering gentle corrections.
"Hey, I have a question; earlier, you mentioned clearing the campsite for Grimm." Jaune paused as he put the map away. "What kind of Grimm is that small?"
Alex sighed, his face taking on a severe expression. "It's called a Nightmare. They're rare but pose a significant danger to lone Huntsmen and Huntresses. A Nightmare is no bigger than the pit of a peach, but its size belies its lethal nature. They're parasitic types of Grimm. Instead of directly attacking, they infiltrate the body of their prey, feeding off the host's Aura."
Seeing Jaune's alarmed expression, Alex continued, "The insidious part is that while they're feeding, they induce a deep sleep in their host. The Huntsman or Huntress is trapped in a state that feels like a never-ending dream — a series of nightmares. This dreamlike state comprises the individual's deepest fears, most haunting memories, and unresolved traumas. The stronger the host's emotional reaction to the dream, the more energy the Nightmare siphons off, making it stronger."
Jaune's eyes widened, a chill running down his spine. "That's... chilling. So if one infects you while you're alone..."
Alex nodded grimly. "The chances of survival are slim. By the time the individual awakens, if they ever do, their Aura is severely depleted, leaving them vulnerable to other threats."
Jaune nodded, swallowing and washing the last meal with water from his canteen. "Sounds like a plan. I'll take the first watch if you want to rest up first."
Alex shook his head with a soft chuckle. "Always so eager. Alright, I'll take you up on that offer. Wake me in a few hours, and we'll switch."
Jaune smiled, finishing up and setting his belongings neatly to the side. He sat down, leaning against a tree trunk with his sword close at hand, eyes scanning the perimeter of their campsite. The forest was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. Still, Jaune's senses were on high alert, listening for any anomalies that might hint at the presence of a Grimm.
Alex, meanwhile, rolled out his sleeping mat a short distance away, wrapping himself in a lightweight blanket. Within minutes, his steady breathing indicated he had drifted off to sleep.
The night was peaceful, with only the sounds of the forest and the soft glow of the campfire. But every rustling leaf, every distant hoot of an owl, kept Jaune's senses sharp. He knew the importance of their mission and was determined to ensure their safety.
Several hours passed without incident. Jaune's thoughts wandered to his time at Ryozanpaku, his training, and the lessons he'd learned. With each memory, his resolve strengthened, and his confidence grew.
When it was time to switch, Jaune gently shook Alex awake, ready to take his turn resting. The two shared a brief exchange, with Alex taking his place as the lookout and Jaune settling into a comfortable position to sleep.
Despite the looming threat of the Grimm and the lessons about the Nightmares, sleep came quickly for Jaune. The fatigue of the day's travel and the comfort of knowing they had each other's backs allowed him to drift into a deep and restful slumber.
A branch snap jolted Jaune awake, almost instantly dispelling the fog of sleep. The night sky was still a tapestry of stars and darkness, providing scant illumination. Adrenaline surging through his veins, he sprang to his feet, sword in hand, as he scanned the area.
Alex was already up, pulling on his gloves and sizing up the situation. "It's not alone. A pack will often circle around a campsite as a decoy distracts you. Watch the shadows," he cautioned.
His uncle's words sharpened Jaune's focus. He peered into the enveloping darkness, catching intermittent glows of blood-red eyes staring back at him.
Alex's voice pulled him back. "Listen to the way they shift through the woods. Show me what you've learned, Jaune."
And so he did.
His senses, sharpened from rigorous training and the immediate rush of danger, picked up on a subtle rustling to his right—distinct from the background noise of the forest. Another set of eyes, he realized.
"Alex, three o'clock," he alerted his uncle softly, tilting his head slightly toward the new threat.
"Good, now prepare yourself," Alex whispered, poised for action.
Despite having a kite shield available, he found himself in the stance for Water Breathing, allowing Jaune to read and respond to the movements of his enemies like ripples on a pond. His inhalation was smooth and focused as the first Beowulf lunged at him. In a fluid motion, he ducked under the slashing claw aimed at his head, his blade cutting through the air and Beowulf's side with surprising ease.
Pivoting on the balls of his feet, Jaune channeled the flowing energy of his stance into a deadly spin. He raised his arms above his head, his sword glinting briefly in the dim firelight, before he brought it crashing down" First form! Surface slash!" he yelled, severing the monster's head from its body in one clean motion.
The Beowulf's lifeless form crumpled to the ground, but there was no time to revel in the victory. The rustling of leaves and the soft growls of more Beowulfs filled the air. His senses, already heightened from the battle, caught every nuance of the incoming threats. Their teeth were bared, their claws sharp and ready, each eager to make him their next meal.
But Jaune was ready.
Slipping back into his Water Breathing stance, he prepared for the next wave. The principles of the technique were still fresh in his mind: flow like water, react like the tide, be as relentless as the current. And in this way, he stood his ground, his eyes scanning the darkness, his body poised and ready to flow into the next set of movements.
With his years of experience, Alex moved with a trained ease, making dealing with the Grimm seem almost effortless. His iron gauntlets, each punch landing with a thunderous blow, sent the creatures flying or instantly disintegrating upon impact. The force and precision in each move were a testament to his years of training and countless battles.
Even though he was busy fending off his adversaries, his attention was frequently diverted to Jaune. He noticed the unusual forms and techniques Jaune used. They were unfamiliar to Alex but seemed rooted in traditional martial arts, modified for combat against the Grimm. What impressed him most was the fluidity with which Jaune transitioned from one form to the next, like water flowing seamlessly around obstacles.
Alex approached his nephew as the last Grimm fell, and the woods regained their eerie silence. "That was impressive, Jaune," he began, eyes assessing the younger man with pride and curiosity. Alex clapped him on the back, "You stood your ground and defended yourself against a pack of Beowulf without panicking or injury. That speaks volumes about your growth. most children your age would have hesitated with fear during their first real fight with Grimm." He paused, looking around the camp. "But let's be vigilant. Grimm tends to be attracted to disturbances. We may have more visitors tonight. Get some more rest. Dawn is still a few hours away."
"ill try." jaune said as he resumed his previous position at their campsite.
The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a serene glow over the campsite. The soft crackling of the fire provided a soothing background noise as the forest around them whispered its nighttime songs.
Jaune, nestled within his sleeping bag, tried to shake off the lingering adrenaline from the earlier skirmish. His breathing deepened as he focused on the sounds of nature around him. The rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the gentle rhythm of his heart slowly lulled him back into slumber.
Unknown to the resting Jaune, his uncle Alex remained vigilant, eyes scanning the treeline, ears attuned to any unusual noise. When the slight crunch of a footstep broke the natural symphony of the woods, Alex immediately identified the intruder's location.
A lone Beowolf, its malevolent red eyes glowing in the darkness, stealthily approached the campsite, likely drawn by the lingering scent of their earlier confrontation. It stalked closer, its attention fixed on the sleeping form of Jaune, perhaps hoping to find easy prey.
Alex moved like a shadow without making a sound, positioning himself between the Beowolf and his nephew. Alex's hand shot out as the Grimm creature came within striking distance, gripping the Beowolf's throat with vice-like strength. Using his other hand, he covered its mouth to prevent any noise. With a powerful snap, The Beowolf's eyes widened. The Grimm's essence began to dissolve into the night, leaving no trace of its existence.
Jaune had earned some undisturbed rest.
meanwhile
At the dojo, Shigure's entrance was as quiet and unobtrusive as always, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings for the presence of Jaune. The young man had grown on her, and she had been looking forward to spending some quality training time with him upon her return. Her face betrayed a moment of disappointment when she found no sign of him.
Master Akisame, ever observant, looked up from his intricate work on a Buddha statue. "If you're looking for Jaune, he's on a hunting trip with his uncle. He'll be back Sunday evening," he said, anticipating her unspoken question.
A subtle pout crossed Shigure's lips, a rare display of emotion for the usually stoic kunoichi. "I... wanted to take him hunting," she mumbled, almost too quietly for anyone to hear.
Without saying another word, Shigure retreated to her room, her thoughts drifting to the young student who had, in his own unassuming way, become a meaningful part of the Ryozanpaku family. She was eager to see what new skills and insights Jaune would bring back from his trip and maybe a little envious that she hadn't been the one to guide him this time.
As she settled into her room, Shigure found herself hoping that the weekend would pass quickly. She was already planning the lessons she'd share with Jaune upon his return and, perhaps, a hunting trip of their own.
Alright this chapter was really fun to make, im enjoying writing Alex and Jaunes interactions, i definitly feel like this is an improvment from the original. As always i hope you all enjoyed the story, and a quick update. im curious if you guys would be interested in seeing other series involved in this. i have some ideas foe Dead or Alive, tekken, and other martial arts anime like Majikoi or HAjime no ippo.
well until next time
~later days~
-Wiseotaku.
