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Jaune ended up massaging the twins after they begged quite a bit, not that they would admit to it.

"Ahh," moaned Miltia as Jaune pressed his hands down on her back, "That's the stuff."

"WE can't even find another masseur that's half as good as you," mumbled Melania, feeling the echos of pleasure through their bond.
"I'm sure there are others," said Jaune, "Spa Envy has some good masseurs. Elen was on loan, and many customers found her to be pretty good."

'Yea, but none are you,' thought both twins simultaneously.

Jaune pressed down on a knot he found, and both twins moaned in pleasure as he began to unravel the knot, using his Aura sparingly. He was getting better at streaming it down his hands to use just the right amount needed without going overboard.

"Alright, Melanie's turn," said Jaune after a while, to which the girl eagerly jumped onto another bed, ready for her own treatment.

Jaune soon finished up with both of them before heading downstairs, where Junior had a meal ready for him. The twins had fallen asleep after his hard work.

"Must be tiring massaging all those students at Beacon now," commented Junior while Jaune dug into his meal, a simple pasta dish. He owned a nightclub, not a restaurant, after all. The pasta dish wasn't something his club even offered, it just so happened he had some pasta and sauce he could make.

"Not too bad," said Jaune as he dug in, "Though some girls are very clingy. Especially from Vacuo. Not sure why."

Junior raised his eyebrow, knowing clearly just why. Most likely they had a taste of the Aura massage, and found out about his massive Aura reserves. He was aware of their warrior culture, and with reserves like Jaune, it would make sense why they would want him, even if he wasn't a Huntsman. There was a chance his reserves could be passed down to his children, and while having a big Aura reserve wasn't always the one that guaranteed victory, it was a game changer. Having larger reserves meant the Huntsman or Huntress could have more stamina, more protection, and even more attack power if used correctly. The stronger you were, the higher you ascended in Vacuo's government along with luxurious accommodations. Junior had no doubt that if Jaune ended up in Vacuo, he'd end up becoming a masseur/breeder, though probably in a rather comfy position just based on his skills.

"So are those Vacuon girls flaunting their bodies and showing off to you?" asked Junior cautiously.

"Mm, they do try to pull their shirt down more, but Pyrrha seems to always appear in time," hummed Jaune.

'Probably for the best,' sweatdropped Junior, filing the fact that the Invincible Girl was definitely interested in Jaune if she kept intervening like that. He remembered his nieces mentioning her.

Jaune finished up his meal before glancing over at the shakers with interest.

"If you wanna make a drink, I won't stop you," chuckled Junior.

"Thanks, I'll make something light," grinned Jaune as he grabbed the shaker, "No alcohol, but I can make a mocktail for myself."

Junior watched Jaune grab his ingredients, pouring them into the shaker with precise movements.

"Not bad," complimented Junior as Jaune finished pouring his ingredients before capping the shaker and began shaking, "Seemed pretty accurate in your pouring. Nice technique."

"My eldest sister got into mixed drinks and got a shaker and everything," replied Jaune as he shook the drink a few more times, "It was fun to learn, and I got the hang of it in the end."

"Well, if this huntsman/masseur gig doesn't work for you, I wouldn't mind you working at my nightclub as a bartender/masseur," commented Junior.

Pouring the drink after straining it into a rock-bottom glass, Jaune swiftly finished his drink before saying his goodbyes.


Jaune hummed as he organized his spices before he heard the door open. He looked over to see…. nobody there.

"Huh, did I leave the door open?" questioned Jaune as he closed the door.

As he closed the door, he didn't see a rapidly breathing Neo standing in the shadows.

'Why is he here!?' questioned Neo in her mind, 'I thought he went back home?'

While Neo would've been overjoyed that her favorite masseur was still here, especially within walking distance, there were several problems with that.

One, she was undercover, and if she just waltzed into Jaune's new clinic in her disguise, she had no doubt it would be blown. Cinder was quite vocal about that.

Two, even if Jaune didn't recognize her at first glance, she was sure as soon as Jaune put his hands on her, he'd recognize her. Especially when she didn't have confidence in maintaining her illusion. She had considered dying her hair black, but it was too much of a hassle, and she didn't want to dye it. Her eyes would also give her away.

Three, she wanted Jaune safe. Him going back home would've been the perfect way to do so, so he wouldn't be involved in any danger that Cinder had planned.

And because of those two reasons, she couldn't get her favorite massage even when it was so close to her.

'What did I do to deserve this torturous experience?' whined Neo to herself, ignoring that karma may be in play, 'And how do I get a massage without Jaune knowing who I am?'

"Oh, I should probably message Neo that I'm still here at Beacon," said Jaune out loud, "Maybe we can arrange a time for a massage in a month or so."

Neo quickly made sure her scroll was on silent while putting her hand to her heart, feeling it warmly beat.

'Aww, he still remembers and cares for me,' thought Neo, 'But I can't wait that long. No, I'll figure something out.'

Neo walked back to their room, pondering on how to get her massage when she glanced inside to see Mercury just playing on his scroll. Getting an idea, Neo walked up to him.

"Hmm?" blinked Mercury as he noticed Neo towering over him, "What's up shorty?"

Ignoring the jab about her height, Neo typed her message into her Scroll before sending it to Mercury.

Mercury read through it before raising his eyebrow, and looking at Neo.

"You want me to make an appointment for you for a massage?" questioned Mercury, "But to put it under my name? Let's say I can do that. Now why would I do so?"

Neo stabbed her umbrella right between Mercury's leg, near his groin, but Mercury didn't bat an eye.

"That's not going to work. It might to the typical grunt, but you know you can't lay a hand on me unless you want Roman to stay in his cell," smirked Mercury, "But I might be more willing if you're a bit more…. receptive."

Neo may be short, but she certainly had the curves. Would certainly make some things fun.

Neo didn't move her umbrella, but rather held up her scroll, swiping it left. A photo of Mercury holding Cinder's lacey underwear could be seen.

"Hey, wait, that never happened!" shouted Mercury with a cold sweat.

It was true, Mercury never did the girls' laundry. However, for Neo it was child's play to photoshop something that seemed real, having worked with Roman for so long.

A golden rule of the Roman Neo gang: If one does not have blackmail on a person of interest, simply just create one. According to Roman at least.

"They'd never believe that," stammered Mercury.

Neo merely swiped left to a message, 'It's enough to make them think it might be. Especially Emerald.'

Mercury began to sweat heavily. Neo was right, Emerald was always overzealous when it came to Cinder. Seeing even a doctored photo of Mercury doing something like that… Mercury didn't even want to think. And while he'd like to believe that Cinder would know better, she might choose to barbeque him just to make sure he didn't get such an idea.

"Fine, fine," growled Mercury as he opened up his scroll, quickly booking the earliest Aura massage appointment, "There, happy!?"

Neo nodded as she withdrew her Scroll and umbrella. Looking at the appointment, it was in two weeks. While she would've preferred it to be earlier, she had to take what she could get.

"Hey, you're going to pay me back the extra Lien it cost for this, right?" asked Mercury, only to be ignored as Neo skipped away, "Hey! Don't walk away like that!"


Jaune took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly. The reason being for such a thing was that his grandfather had actually taken him on a Huntsman mission. Jaune was wearing his full Huntsman gear that he had been given by Ironwood as an apology, and was sitting on the Bullhead, getting ready to take off.

"Relax Jaune, it's a simple mission," chuckled Aureville.

"Shouldn't I get some more training done, like sparring?" asked Jaune nervously, "Or maybe read some more textbooks?"

"Textbooks are good and all, but nothing beats experience," said Aureville, "Plus, you've been studying enough from what I can tell. You need to get out to put that knowledge to use."

"But what if I mess up?" gulped Jaune, "I barely got away from the White Fang during that breach. And that fight against the Ursa Major was luck."

"We're just investigating a simple village that has been concerned about some noises they heard near the forest. Could be just a stray bear or pig, but even if it is Grimm, shouldn't be anything stronger than some Beowolves," said Aureville confidently, "The village isn't too far away from Vale. Plus, from what I've heard, you handled yourself pretty well. And bisecting an Ursa from head to groin despite all that bony armor is a pretty impressive feat. Plus, we won't be the only ones going."

Jaune looked up as Aureville pointed out to the docks to see Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren coming up to the Bullhead.

"Jaune? What are you doing here?" asked Pyrrha, pleasantly surprised. She glanced at Nora, thinking it was another of her kidnapping attempts before realizing it couldn't be. Jaune wasn't hidden or being stuffed into a bag. Honestly, it was something she shouldn't assume, but considering Nora had done it twice already, it was a knee-jerk reaction.

"You'll all coming with me for the mission," smiled Aureville, "This doubles as training for your team while training my grandson. Not only that, but you'll get to experience a full team for once. Jaune, you'll be joining their team for this, but Pyrrha is still the leader. I expect you to follow her lead and orders, alright?"

Jaune quickly nodded. He wasn't going to argue about being the leader, he knew himself that he was far too inexperienced. The fact his grandfather managed to pull him out of his work schedule for this was a blessing in itself, a step towards his dream.

"Alright, we get a full team! Ooh, we need an official team name with Jaune in our group!" grinned Nora, "Let's see, Jauney has a J and an A, so it has to fit somewhere. PLAN? Na, too boring. NNAP? Oooh, like sloths do!"

"How about…. JNPR?" suggested Ren as he managed to calm Nora down.

"Like the flower? Boring," pouted Nora.

"JNPR isn't bad," nodded Pyrrha politely, "I don't mind it."

"Really?" asked Jaune, "Shouldn't your name be the first on the team name?"

Pyrrha made an 'eh' gesture, her hand waiving midair, "Kinda? It's common but not always the case. Not too sure how Headmaster Ozpin puts together the team names, but that does seem to happen often."

"Alright, enough chit-chat, time to board," ordered Aureville, "We don't want to keep the pilot waiting."

The newly christened team JNPR boarded the Bullhead while Aureville waived to the pilot to take off. As soon as they were in the air, Jaune had closed his eyes, taking a meditative seat to channel his Aura throughout his body to combat his motion sickness.

'Do I have to do this all the time?' thought Jaune to himself.

"No, you get used to it in time," said Aureville, causing Jaune to almost jump in shock, "And no, you didn't say it out loud. I could read it on your face."

"Isn't there a way to get used to it faster?" whined Jaune, his face suddenly turning pale as he was distracted before quickly streaming Aura into his body.

"No, it just takes time. Speaking of which….," commented Aureville before closing his eyes. A flash of Aura washed over his own body, "... You're not the only Arc that suffers that."

"Really?" blinked Jaune.

"Of course," chuckled Aureville, "All us Arcs, especially the male line, suffer motion sickness for some reason. Your father has it, my own father had it, and our ancestors probably had it."

"Probably?" questioned Nora.

"Air transportation wasn't available then," shrugged Aureville, "Though we have a lot of stamina. Probably because we traveled on foot most of the time. As soon as transportation became available, it was certainly a relief. But at a cost, we got motion sickness easily. Though poor Jaune seems to have it the worse for some reason."

'But it also means he has a lot of potential,' thought Aureville to himself, 'The only ones who had such symptoms was grandfather, who became so famous that he even has a statue that stands in front of Beacon. And he once told me that everybody thought he wouldn't amount to much. Not to mention that amount of Aura he has in reserve.'


They soon arrived in a quiet little town near Vale, landing in a small clearing for them to disembark.

"Alright, this mission will take two days at most," declared Aureville, "Just a little investigation around the village. We'll report to the governor or whoever is in charge of the village before heading out."

While Pyrrha and the others were already familiar with the protocol, they knew Aureville was doing it for Jaune's sake, who had not been in these sort of missions before. So they didn't say anything.

After reporting to the governor, an elderly man who was hitting his 70s, the group began their surveillance. Ren jumped up to the branches before activating his Semblance, the colors seemingly fading off him.

"What's that?" asked Jaune in surprise.

"Ren-ren's semblance allows him to mask himself to avoid being detected by Grimm," smiled Nora, "Useful for scouting without putting himself in danger."

"So a ninja against Grimm?" said Jaune, rubbing his chin with his hand, "That sounds awesome!"

"I know, right!" grinned Nora, happy at the attention Ren was getting.

"Does Blake know about this?" questioned Jaune, getting a puzzled look from Pyrrha and Nora.

"No, why?" asked Pyrrha, "Ren's semblance isn't something that he really broadcasts, nor does he use it against others, as it doesn't really affect people."

Having spent time with team RWBY, Jaune was aware of Blake's choice of literature. Especially when Yang and Ruby blurted it out once during their bodyguard duties.

"It's basically smut," said the sisters together when Jaune saw the title 'Ninja of Love' on a book Blake had been carrying.

"It's not smut, it's artistic literature!" shouted Blake in reply.

For some reason, Jaune couldn't place where he had seen the title back at home, but decided to push that away.

"Well you know her choice in literature, right?" asked Jaune.

Nora and Pyrrha nodded, having seen Blake reading that in the library when she thought she was alone. Nora had no idea what it was about, only having seen the title before her mind took her somewhere else. Pyrrha, on the other hand, had been curious and went to a bookstore and found said book.

Pyrrha instantly discovered just what sort of book it was when she skimmed through a few chapters, blushing as she closed the book hard. She couldn't believe that Blake would read this sort of literature in a public area, even if she tried to read it in a corner where she wouldn't be so easily discovered.

"It's safe to say that Blake might have some sort of affinity with ninjas, right?" continued Jaune, "I mean, her own Semblance is making a shadow clone of herself. She's basically a ninja, too, right? So does Blake know about what Ren can do?"

"No, she doesn't, and she never WILL!" declared Nora, her voice taking an oddly dark tone.

Jaune shut his mouth, especially seeing Pyrrha gesturing him to shut up.

"Pay attention," warned Aureville as his eyes were focused on Ren, who was looking around the area, "We never know if there are the pesky Grimm variety that specializes in hiding."

Everyone quickly focused back up, but in Nora's mind was flashing through everything. Jaune was right, Ren was a ninja, Blake was a ninja, or a kunoichi if she wanted to be more accurate. Both were the quiet cool type of person. Both were studious students who weren't as boisterous as most of the other students, and Nora would admit Blake was a beauty. What if Blake did learn about Ren? The book was called Ninjas of Love, so it had to mean to ninjas in love, right? What if Blake wanted to pull something like that from the book, and decide on Ren? What would Ren say?

And why would she care, she and Ren were just besties that known each other for a long time. They weren't together-together.

"Nora?" asked Ren as he suddenly appeared beside Nora, surprising her, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" said Nora as she hopped on her feet and rushed forward, "C'mon, let's go crush some Grimm!"

"No Grimm in sight, but we've barely started," sighed Ren as he quickly ran up to catch up to her, already used to her antics. How could he not, he had been with her for most of his life.

Nora pushed the thoughts away, though vowed to make sure Blake never learned they had a ninja in her team.


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