Author Note: Hello it's Tesla4567 I have also published this fanfic on Wattpad as well. Just thought I would also publish here. Sorry if this caused any confusion.

Chapter 1:Homecoming

A faint, muffled voice could barely be heard as the dense mist enveloping Jaune's mind began to dissipate. "Nora, could you please tone it down? Your fearless leader needs more sleep," came his exhausted plea, emerging weakly from his lips. Responding to his request, an unknown voice softly replied, "I'm afraid I can't do that."

In an instant, Jaune's weariness dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of alertness. His senses sharpened, bringing his surroundings into focus. Before him stood a young man in a doctor's coat, gazing down at him with a blend of surprise and concern.

"Who are you?" Jaune inquired, gradually pulling himself up from the ground. "And, more importantly, where am I?"

"I am Romani Archaman, and you are currently within the headquarters of the esteemed Chaldea Security Organization," Romani responded, his voice carrying a note of reassurance. "You must be the latest candidate for the role of Master," he added, his words met with a bewildered expression.

Puzzled by the situation, Jaune asked with a hint of frustration, Why did you just call me a master candidate, and more importantly, how did I get here?" These questions lead to Romani having a confused look on his own face. "How about I answer your questions at the medical office" responded Dr. Roman as he guided Jaune towards the office.

Amidst the thoughts in his mind, Jaune couldn't help but wonder, "Of all the days to relive that memory, why did it have to be today? Is it because I'm back in Remnant?"

Interrupting his memories, the disembodied voice of the Count of Monte Cristo interjected, "Did you say something, Master?"

Startled, Jaune replied, "No, just reliving old memories, my friend."

The Count of Monte Cristo accepted his response and further asked, "Very well, Master. Beacon should be approaching soon, correct?"

"Yes, Count. We should arrive there in mere moments," Jaune affirmed, a slight tinge of unease creeping into his voice. He couldn't help but wonder how those he once knew would perceive him if they learned of his trials and the choices he had made. Would they reject him, disregarding his existence? These incessant thoughts had plagued him ever since he had been unexpectedly ray shifted back to Remnant. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his thoughts, determined to maintain composure as he disembarked from the bullhead. It felt like an eternity since he had last set foot here. At times, doubt had clouded his mind, making him question whether he would ever return.

Quickly making his way toward the cafeteria, his steps were interrupted by the ringing of his scroll. Glancing down, he saw it was from Nora. Taking a moment to compose himself before answering he closed his eyes as emotions threatened to overwhelm him. "Hello Nora, what's up?" he answered, a faint smile forming on his face as tears formed in his eyes.

"Fearless leader, where are you?" wailed Nora.

"I was in Vale, getting some supplies I needed. Sorry for worrying you," Jaune explained, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Oh, are you back at Beacon?" Nora eagerly inquired.

"Yes, I just got off the airship," Jaune began before being swiftly interrupted.

"Well, get your butt over to the cafeteria. We're eating lunch, and your plate is looking rather appealing," Nora playfully insisted.

"Nora, please don't eat my food," Jaune replied with a resigned tone. "I'll be right there." He quickened his pace, entering the cafeteria. As he settled into his customary seat and gave a smile and greeting to his surrounding friends, a wave of comfort and emotion washed over him. In the background, he caught snippets of Nora's latest bizarre dream.

"There I was, face to face with the leader of the infamous pancake pirates, my mighty Milgard aimed at his knees..." The rest of Nora's story passed by in a blur as Jaune realized, with a deep sense of belonging and satisfaction, that he was home.

Once he made sure that the rest of his team was sound asleep, Jaune quietly left the room and stealthily made his way to an abandoned classroom. Pulling out his communicator, he initiated a call. "Da Vinci, are you there?" he whispered.

"Yes, I'm here, Jaune." Came the prompt response from the resident genius of Chaldea

"What's the progress on finding a location for the secondary Chaldean base?"

"A few locations have been scouted, but the final location choice remains yours to take " Da Vinci responded, her voice carrying a note of excitement. "Now, on to the important matter, how are you, Jaune?"

Oh, you mean how I'm coping with suddenly being transported back to Remnant, only to discover that a mere three hours have passed instead of the year of hell I've experienced?" Jaune whispered, his voice tinged with weariness.

"Yes, Jaune, how have you been dealing with all that?" Da Vinci inquired, her concern evident.

"Surprisingly, I'm feeling okay about it. But then again I suppose it hasn't really sunken in just yet. I'm just coming to terms with everything that has happened, It's weird to think that while I went through the singularities, time barely passed in Remnant" Jaune confessed, his words laced with exhaustion. "Keep me updated on the progress of the preparations. I'm turning in for the night."

"Very well, Master. Take care of yourself," Da Vinci replied, her voice filled with a mix of concern and fondness.

"Da Vinci, it's me we're talking about," Jaune said with a grin, fully aware of his annoying little habit.

"You're right Jaune. Count do me a favor and please look after him," interjected Da Vinci, her voice carrying a touch of exasperation.

"Oh, come on, I'm not that bad," Jaune retorted indignantly.

"Sorry to say this, Master, but yes, you are," the Count replied with a chuckle. "Especially with your annoying tendency to lead from the front and jump into combat."

"All of the scars that you have accumulated are a direct result of your leadership style Jaune!" Ranted Da Vinci " You are the last master of humanity safe to say that it would be very bad if you died." Exclaimed Da Vinci visibly heaving in the hologram coming out of the communicator. " Jaune please take better care of yourself, you don't always have to lead us charging into combat it's okay to stay in the back and use your tactical abilities to grant us victory. I'm not saying this as a servant or as acting director but as your friend."

" I understand where your concern is coming from but how can I just force myself to stand aside as those I consider friends and allies risk their very existence for my sake over and over again? How can I look at myself in the mirror if I just stand back and watch? What balance can I strike between being a backseat general and reckless endangerment as you put it."

" Just do what you are already doing master," Counseled the Count "Advise us in battle and lead us to victory only intervening when absolutely necessary." "Besides that is literally our duty as your servants, to be your weapons thrown into battle at your command."

"I know that but I have gotten to know you all, you are not just servants to me you're my friends, my confidants. Thus your "lives" are important to me."

" I would hope that you can find a balance seeing as you just barely recovered from your latest injuries." Breathed Da Vinci in an irritated tone. " But we can talk about this another time Master. You need to get back to your room before anyone wakes up and notices you are missing."

You're right good night Da Vinci, good night Count." Jaune said fighting a losing battle with exhaustion.

Jaune quietly closed the door to his room, hoping not to disturb his sleeping teammates. However, as he turned around, he found himself looking down at Nora looking at him from her bed.

"Jaune, Jaune, where did you sneak off to in the middle of the night?" Nora asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Startled, Jaune stumbled for a moment before regaining his composure. "Nora! Uh, well, I just needed some fresh air, you know. Couldn't sleep."

Nora raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Fresh air? At this hour? Come on, Jaune you can't fool me that easily."

Jaune sighed, realizing he couldn't hide anything from Nora. "Alright, you got me. I went to check on something important. But as your leader and friend promise me you won't tell anyone. I will tell the team in time but not now. I promise it is nothing dangerous."

Nora's expression turned serious, and she nodded. "Okay, Jaune, I promise. I won't say a word. But whatever it is, just be careful, alright? We're here for you."

A grateful smile spread across Jaune's face. "Thanks, Nora. I appreciate it. You're a true friend."

Nora playfully nudged him. "Of course, I am! Who else will keep your secrets and eat your pancakes? Just remember, if you need someone to talk to or help out, I'm always here. And don't worry, your secret's safe with me. It's not the first one Team JNPR has kept."

Jaune's weariness momentarily lifted as he felt a surge of warmth from Nora's support. "I know, Nora. You have always been there for me. I couldn't ask for a better friend."

They shared a brief moment, understanding each other without needing more words. Then Jaune bid Nora goodnight and headed back to his bed, feeling a renewed sense of strength and determination.

As he settled into his bed, Jaune couldn't help but reflect on the incredible bonds he had formed with his team and friends. With their support, he knew he could face any challenge that lay ahead, whether it was as a Master in Chaldea or a huntsman-in-training in Remnant.

With a deep breath, Jaune closed his eyes, ready to face the next chapter of his journey, grateful for the friends who would always stand by his side.