Jaune Arc had always dreamed of becoming a Huntsman. It was a dream that had burned within him since he was a child, a dream that he had pursued with unwavering determination. He had faced countless challenges on his journey, but none had been as daunting as the one he was about to embark upon: learning to wield a sword.

As he began his training regimen, Jaune couldn't help but think about Weiss, the enigmatic friend he had never met but had come to cherish through their exchange of letters. Her elegant words and the glimpses of her life that she shared in her correspondence had become a source of inspiration for him.

With each swing of his practice sword, Jaune envisioned himself as a capable Huntsman, someone who could stand by Weiss's side when the time came. He imagined the two of them working together, their strengths and skills complementing each other seamlessly. It was a vision that fueled his determination to improve.

Weiss had mentioned her adept skills with a blade in her letters, and Jaune couldn't help but admire her dedication and precision. He aspired to reach a level where he could match her prowess, not just to impress her but to be a valuable ally when they finally met in person.

The sweat glistened on Jaune's forehead as he continued his drills. He had come a long way since his early days at Beacon Academy, but he knew there was still much to learn. His swordplay had improved significantly, thanks to the guidance of his instructors and the determination that had become his driving force.

His mind wandered to the recent letter from Weiss, in which she had mentioned her upcoming concert. Jaune couldn't help but smile at the thought of her pursuing her passion for music. He admired her dedication to her craft, just as she admired his pursuit of becoming a Huntsman.

With a final flourish of his sword, Jaune ended his training session for the day. He wiped the sweat from his brow and took a moment to catch his breath. As he rested, he considered writing to Weiss about his progress. He wanted to share his dedication and let her know that he was committed to becoming the best Huntsman he could be.

However, he also wondered if she had encountered any challenges in her preparations for the concert. Weiss had mentioned her frustrations with the pompous attendees who only seemed interested in currying favor with her father. It irked Jaune to think that her talent might be overshadowed by such insincere motives.

Jaune knew that writing a letter wouldn't solve Weiss's problems, but he wanted to offer his support, to be someone she could vent to when the weight of expectations bore down on her. He had come to value their correspondence as a source of solace and connection in a world that often felt chaotic and uncertain.

With renewed determination, Jaune made his way back to his lodgings. He would write to Weiss, sharing his training progress and offering his encouragement for her concert preparations. He wanted to be a pillar of support for his dear friend, even from a distance.

Weeks passed, and Jaune's training continued. He immersed himself in the art of swordplay, pushing his limits with each practice session. The forest had become his sanctuary, a place where he could focus on his goals and aspirations.

During this time, his letters to Weiss had become a steady routine. He would update her on his progress, share anecdotes from his training, and offer words of encouragement. In return, Weiss would provide glimpses into her world, the challenges she faced, and the small victories that brought her joy.

Jaune couldn't help but feel a growing connection with Weiss, despite the physical distance that separated them. Her letters had become a source of motivation for him, a reminder that there was someone out there who believed in him and his potential.

One particular morning, as Jaune practiced his footwork and precision strikes, his thoughts drifted to Weiss's upcoming concert. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for her, mixed with a tinge of worry about how she was coping with the pressures of her family's expectations.

With each swing of his sword, Jaune imagined himself standing in the audience, watching Weiss perform. He pictured the elegance and grace with which she moved on stage, the passion in her music, and the strength in her presence. It was a mental image that brought a smile to his face.

But as he continued his training, a sense of frustration welled up within him. He wanted to be there for Weiss, to support her in person, to witness her talent firsthand. Yet, circumstances had not yet allowed for their paths to cross, and it weighed heavily on his heart.

So, he decided to write her a letter.

Hey Weiss,

I hope this letter finds you well. Just wanted to drop you a few lines before your big concert. I can't believe the day's finally here! I've been hearing about your music, your passion, and I'm honestly stoked to know you.

You know, it's funny. We've never met in person, but it feels like we've known each other for a long time. Your letters have given me glimpses into your world, and I'm grateful for that. It's not every day you come across someone as talented and dedicated as you.

Your dedication to your music is impressive, and I can tell that you're going to rock that stage like no one else. The way you've described your music, your rehearsals, and your excitement in your letters—it's infectious. I have no doubt that your performance will be nothing short of spectacular.

I know I can't be there in person to see you perform, but I wanted to let you know that you've got my full support from wherever I am right now. It's strange, isn't it? We're just two people who've never crossed paths, yet I genuinely care about your success and happiness.

Remember, you've got a fan in me, even if it's from a distance. When you step onto that stage, know that there's someone out there cheering you on with all their heart. Your music has touched my soul, and I can only imagine the impact it will have on those lucky enough to be in the audience.

So, break a leg out there, Weiss. I know you'll be amazing. And when you're up on that stage, giving it your all, know that I'll be there in spirit, clapping and cheering for you like a madman. I can't wait to hear all about it in your next letter.

Stay awesome, stay passionate, and keep making that beautiful music of yours.

Looking forward to hearing from you soon!

Take care,

Jaune