There are legends of heroes and monsters, and there are legends of beings that assimilate presence in the world by becoming something tangible, something lively.

Tonight, at 10:30, something evil and disgusting awakened from a deep slumber. The mother of all humans, La Muerte, is a woman with her face torn, allowing the woman's skeleton to Be seen.

A being that thinks humanity is her lap dog.

This despicable monster awakened, and the first thing she did was make her presence known. What I heard from other people's mouths is almost similar; it doesn't matter who you are or what you were doing at that moment.

You will bow down towards the horizon.

Well, at least that is what everyone says, but I heard from 4 parents that their children stood up looking at the horizon with their fists clenched.

But what intrigues me the most is that Jaune was standing still, looking at the horizon. His eyes were activated, but he was smiling, a smile full of ecstasy.

The son of Arc, the family defeated La Muerte a hundred years ago.

The last of the Arc family was smiling at death herself.

After that, everything went back to normal, and one day, jaune came to me with a comment that I was not expecting from Jaune. "I need a new weapon," jaune said with a straight face.

I looked at him, confused. "what do you mean, son?"

"When I grab the sword. It doesn't feel right; it feels like I'm cheating." jaune said back, looking at his hand. "Look." jaune said, running back outside; I followed him.

I saw him pick up the sword and swing it slightly. "okay, son, what do you want to show me?" I said, pushing my fist in my waist.

Jaune looked at me for a second and then looked at the tree far from us. Booth. "don't frick out, Dad, please." but I did.

Suddenly, Jaune swung his sword, the heirloom of the Arc family, horizontally.

And the ground close to him started to open and shatter, and a gust of wind that reached the same spread as a hurricane began to blow toward the trees. The wind touched the tree, and the other five trees behind it got cut perfectly in half.

I couldn't believe my eyes. My jaw dropped as I saw the trees fall to the floor; history and history of the Arc and Rose family was out the window, stories that the Arc family was too weak against the Rose family and that the empire the Rose family created of perfect soldiers was all... a lie, Jaune is not at the peak of his strength. I believe he can beat one of those soldiers with his eyes closed.

Jaune can talk to dead people, so maybe one day I will know the whole story of what happened to the Arc family.

But now I understand why my son wants a different weapon; he said it himself: "Don't freak out." he doesn't want to be seen as a monster.

I started clapping with a smile on my face.

"Y-y-you don't hate me, dad?" Jaune said, looking away from me.

I walked towards him and picked him up from his armpits; I pushed him above my head and let him sit on my shoulders. "oh please, son, you can only cut five trees; I can cut a whole forest in half." I smile. "You are doing great, son; you are getting stronger, and you should be proud of the man you are becoming."

Jaune looked up. "I know this is not normal for a 12-year-old. Everyone that I spar with tells me the same, 'monster' even the teachers look at me with fear in their eyes."

I... I felt water drops on my hair.

Then Jaune continued, "I hate it, Dad! It hurts every time I see those eyes! Every time I hear those words! I don't want you and Mom to see me that way, Dad, because I don't know what I would do if that happened."

I wanted to cry, I wanted to hug my son; I was full of rage and hate towards that school. But I bite my lip and continue walking towards the house.

"You know, son, I know it hurts; all that you feel is normal; this is the tricky part, son, you can use this feeling for evil and make them pay for what they do, or let those feelings go, be better than them because one day you'll be the one saving them, and they will cheer for you, applaud you, ask you for your auto graft, calling you a hero," I said putting jaune down.

"Really?"

"yes, son, and never think that me and your mother will hate you someday because you saved us already; your mom was super sad because she couldn't be a mother, and you saved me by giving your mother her smile back." I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me with a beautiful smile, a smile that sometimes will disappear, but I know it will come back again and again because that is Jaune, Jaune A- Jaune Brawen, the smile that is brighter than the sun.

"For us, you are a hero. Come on, jaune, let go make you a new weapon; I always thought that relic was too antique for you."I might have said he should be proud of himself, but a father also helps a son with his insecurities, and I always dreamed of working with my son on a weapon.

Hey, a new chapter. Sorry, I was moving houses and had to pay something, but I'm back; this is where the story of Qrow and his son kind of ends, but from time to time, I will do an entry like this where Qrow is narrating, now get ready because next chapter is the start of Jaune Brawen.

Okay, now I go, bye-bye.