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"Hmm, so this is the place you mentioned," said Ozpin as he sipped his coffee.

Ozpin was standing right in front of Jaune's clinic Elysium Oasis, along with the rest of the main teaching staff except for Professor Peach and Port, who had volunteered to look over the school. It was a Saturday afternoon, after 1:30 P.M., meaning that there was no class for the day. Many of the students chose to relax, hit the gym, or study up for any incoming tests.

"Hope you boys made your reservations," hissed Glynda, "I'm going in with or without you."

"You seem a bit more tense than usual," commented Oobleck, "Even more than the past years."

"I have noticed it also," added Ozpin, "Is there something wrong?"

"I don't know, maybe because of the teams formed this year!?" growled Glynda, causing the two male to wince.

"To be fair, she does have a point," pointed out Oobleck, "Eye contact doesn't make the best connections."

"Sure, criticize me now," mumbled Ozpin, "But as Huntsmen and Huntresses, they must learn to be able to work together with anyone in any situation. Not to mention this method has been a time-honored tradition. I am sure some of the newer teams just need some time to... adjust."

"I hope so," mumbled Glynda, "I can already see trouble brewing in team NNUL. Team Blue is a disaster area, and so are some other teams. RWBY is off to a rocky start, but at least they're pulling themselves together. I just want to get my full body massage now."

It had been two weeks since the beginning of the semester at Beacon, and already Glynda wanted to pull her hair out more than usual. Luckily, she had scheduled her massage as soon as she found some time, though poor Professor Peach had other business that she couldn't come until much later in the semester. The trio entered in the building, ready to just relax.

Inside, Jaune was doing some push-ups in a little space he had purposely made for himself near the front desk, hidden from view from the customers, but perfect for him to react. He had made a decision to close on Tuesdays and every other Thursday, seeing on how he didn't receive much business on those days. His other employee, a man from Juniors, had to leave to help out on some other task. Jaune was okay with it as he had figured out, with the help from Roman, to put a large Scroll in the front desk so when somebody came in, he could just halt the massage for a bit and use his Scroll to talk with the patient and instruct them. He was still looking for an employee, but so far, had no luck. As of right now, though, he was trying to follow a P90X video to get himself ready for next year, though he was very close to fainting from it.

"Maybe I should've gone for something a little easier," muttered Jaune before he heard the bell chime, signifying someone entering. He quickly stood up to greet them just to see Glynda and the others.

"Miss Goodwitch! You're early for your massage!" smiled Jaune, happy to see some people came early or in time for their massages. He had quite a few that were 20 minutes late, and yet demanded their time to overlap with other reservations. It led to quite a bit of argumentS, sometimes.

"Hell, Mr. Arc. It's good to see you once again. I hope you're doing well?" asked Glynda as she filled out some forms.

"Doing decently well," replied Jaune, "Though call me Jaune, please."

"Good to hear. Just to make sure, I reserved the 90-minute full body massage, correct?"

"Indeed, and that includes the massage oil. Recently, I've bought a few selections. Is there any scented oil you want?"

"Hmmm, why don't you choose?"

"How about... White Lily? I have a small sample for you to smell."

"Smells divine. I'll choose that one, then."

Meanwhile, Ozpin and Oobleck had just finished filling out their forms and giving it to Jaune.

"I see you both have 60-minute reservations. Is there any massage oil that you two wanted?"

"Non-scented," replied both of them.

"Alright, let me just enter your data in, and I'll have Miss Goodwitch enter through."

As Jaune was putting the information into OfficeMate, Ozpin was gazing at Jaune.

"Something about him catch your eye?" asked Oobleck, "A potential student? A possible addition to our faculty we so desperately need?"

"No on the first part, though depending on how good his massages are, I may want to hire him to help out at Beacon. We could use someone to help the students who need it after an intense mission. No, rather my motives are more of a personal nature than a professional one. I merely wanted to make sure he was doing alright."

"I will not do more paperwork for you if you add him in as a student," hissed Glynda, "If it's as a masseur... I may be willing to. But why the interest? And how do you know about him?"

"Why not ask him yourself? I'm sure you already know who I am before I even gave you my information," replied Ozpin, looking at Jaune.

"You're Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon. Though no last name for some reason," answered Jaune from his desk as he stood up, finished entering their data in.

"That's a secret," smirked Ozpin.

"How do you know Professor Ozpin?" asked Glynda curiously.

"I...,"

"He will share when there is time," interrupted Ozpin, "I believe you should be going in first, Glynda, we may keep on time."

Glynda glanced at the time and noticed he was right. However, she stared at him, saying this wasn't over yet. When they disappeared, the two took a seat on the chairs, as they didn't feel like leaving

Glynda, already having been in here once, quickly changed and was guided to the familiar room, where she swiftly got herself comfortable.

"So, are you doing well, Jaune?" asked Glynda.

"Not bad. My consultant managed to book a full schedule for my very first day," replied Jaune.

"A full schedule!? That's impressive, but can you work that long?" gasped Glynda.

"It worked out. My hands were a bit sore the next day, but luckily it was pretty light. After that, businesses have gone smoothly. I take Tuesdays and every other Thursday off."

"That's good to hear."

"Thank you. Now, I've got the massage oil ready. Anywhere you want me to focus on especially?"

"Mmm just the shoulders. I trust you can make this relaxing."

Jaune nodded and began his work. Glynda felt the tension bleed out of her body as Jaune's masterful hands began their work.

"Oooh~!"

"Mmm~"

"A little higher and harder if you can... Too hard! Go back to your original strength."

"Ahhhh~"

Soon enough, Glynda felt her mind relax as the last thing she remembered was Jaune massaging her feet and toes.

Ninety minutes later, Jaune came out to call in Oobleck, who looked up from his magazine. Ozpin merely went over his Scroll while waiting for his turn. He was looking over the total budget to see what could be improved upon. He did not like how the council of Vale was restricting more and more of his Huntsmen and Huntresses, cutting off some key investments. He frowned at some of the reasoning the oh so wise council gave. Just because they were in a time of peace, didn't mean there wasn't any danger! Grimm was still on the rise, and outer settlements still in danger! And yet, they were willing to ignore all this because of their city, the city of Vale, was a safe place for them, with the high walls that made it difficult for Grimm to scale through. Wasn't the proof of all these robberies enough to convince them that something else was going on? And yet, they showed no worries as they were living comfortably as the less fortunate citizens had to deal with it.

"What to do?" murmured Ozpin as he began making adjustments. He was thankful that the Vytal Festival Tournament was being held at Vale this year, as it would allow the much-needed surge of Lien to come through to support Vale.

Oobleck was laying on a bed, curious about this young man. Ozpin had said he was keeping an eye out on him, but for what reason? At first glance, Jaune didn't seem to be anything special, just a normal civilian. So for what purpose was Ozpin keeping an eye on him?

"Are you a professor at Beacon?" asked Jaune, trying to make some light talk.

"Doctor, actually. I finished my program and got a doctorates degree even after finishing the Academy," answered Oobleck.

"What doctorate did you go for, if you don't mind me asking, Dr. Oobleck."

"Of course not! I'll do my best to answer any other questions you have as you massage me! Anyways I pursued History."

"...Alright, why history? I'm a little confused there. And what made you decide to become a Huntsmen with it?"

"Because Jaune, can I call you that? Yes? Ok, the past can tell us so much. There is a saying, 'those that don't learn history are doomed to repeat it again'. A very important one, indeed. We must not make the same mistakes as our predecessors did, otherwise, it would doom us all. Being (A little harder) a Huntsmen means protecting everyone you can, and although I can use weapons, I believe a much greater difference (that feels good) can be made with my mind. I study and pass knowledge to students, where they will take it out to the world and protect people. I can also study the past, allow all of us to go stronger and make a bigger impact. I (ooh, right there!) am a Huntsmen because there's nothing else I would be."

Jaune remained silent as he soaked in the information, working his hands as he found another knot and pressed on it.

"I must say, you really have a talent for this. If you're ever interested, I'm sure we can swing it in the budget that you come to Beacon on a select few days and offer 30-minute massages to students who need it. We can probably work out something, or you can charge a premium for making house calls."

"... I guess that's one way to fulfill my goal of going to Beacon," whispered Jaune.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing. I'll think about it, but for now, I'll stick with the shop. Maybe in the future when it's more stable I'll do it. So, got any textbooks to suggest, Doc? Like something you might read in Beacon?"

"Of course! Knowledge of history (ooh that's one knot I didn't even know I had!) should be shared! It's important for civilians to know too!"

Ozpin was still fiddling with the budget when he heard the door open to reveal Oobleck, who seemed much more relaxed and chatting with Jaune.

"Indeed it is. I suggest you take a look at those texts I mentioned as soon as possible," chattered Oobleck.

"I'll try when I get the time and chance, Dr. Oobleck," replied Jaune as he gave him the superbill to check over and sign.

"You have no idea how much it means to me that you're using my correct title," sighed Oobleck as he signed it and paid the full amount, "So many students keep calling me Professor. I did not earn my doctorates for fun, thank you! At this point, I'm almost tempted to keep a recording of myself correcting the said students!"

"As interesting as your conversation is, may I ask where Glynda is?' asked Ozpin as he put away his Scroll.

"She's still napping in the room for now. I'll wake her up as soon as I guide you to the changing room," answered Jaune.

"Ozpin, if you can manage to fit Jaune into the budget as the staff's personal masseur or even hire him to work at Beacon, you have my full support," declared Oobleck, "Now, I must leave to catch the next Bullhead. Lots of grading to do, and more artifacts and history to be discovered!"

And with that, Oobleck dashed out the door and into the streets, disappearing from view.

"Well, then, lead the way," smiled Ozpin.

Ozpin took a brief shower before changing his clothes before exiting out the door, where he saw Glynda talking with Jaune for a brief moment before leaving, paying her fee and a little extra. Ozpin noticed she seemed to be floating away and smirked.

Soon, Ozpin found himself in a cozy room, laying on the bed as Jaune was preparing for his work.

"So, how are you doing in Vale?" asked Ozpin.

"... Fine," said Jaune stiffly.

"Let us be blunt," stated Ozpin, "Do you hate me for rejecting your application to Beacon?"

"... What do you want me to say?" growled Jaune, "Who takes rejection like its nothing!?"

"You didn't answer the question. I admit I expected you to head back home instead of remaining in Vale."

"I didn't want to head back home. I would've felt like a failure in admitting defeat. It was my dream to become a Huntsman, only for it to be cut down by the rejection letter."
"I see. I apologize for trampling on your dream, but we had a surplus of excellent students this year. I looked at your application and decided that your records didn't mean the standards we hold. Curiously, why didn't you try to apply to others? There are other ways, you know, such as apprenticeships. I know your grandfather is one, though semi-retired. And some of your sisters are active within the field."

Jaune didn't answer the question but instead told him he would be starting. A clear sign that Jaune didn't want to talk about this anymore.

After twenty minutes of silence, Ozpin groaned as he felt one of his more nagging knots slowly diffuse.

'He is good,' thought Ozpin as he sighed. He had recently been sleeping on his chair for the past week, trying to catch up on some paperwork. Although it may seem like it, Ozpin did do is own paperwork. It was just a few times he needed Glynda to help him out.

"So, are you currently happy with your chosen career?" grunted Ozpin as he felt Jaune jab down at another knot.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," replied Jaune.

"So you choose to hang up your dream for a new one?"

"I didn't say I was giving up. I still intend to become one way or another! I may be on hold, but I intend to get in next year and attempt to get on the same year as others of my age."

"A rough journey you will have ahead of you, but not impossible. It's good to see you haven't given up yet. I suggest you follow Doctor Oobleck's suggestion, read up on some Dust books, train your body, and focus on some Aura techniques."

"Aura?" Jaune asked quizzically.

"... just focus on the first few. The latter can come later."

As Jaune shrugged and kept going on with his massage. Meanwhile, in Ozpin's mind, things weren't calm. He was racing through his memories of the transcript that he received from Jaune. Everything had seemed to be in order, nothing seemed deceitful. A student with good grades and teacher recommendations. And yet this boy didn't even know about Aura. Now that Ozpin was focusing, he couldn't even feel Jaune's Aura being unlocked. This was worrying on different levels.

'I don't know what's going on, but I feel slightly relieved I didn't accept him. I would've been throwing a civilian into upcoming Huntsmen and Huntresses situation. Though why didn't any of his family members unlock his Aura? And why did his grandfather tell me to take him in as a favor? I know I owe him, and I felt bad for not following through, but my instincts told me something was wrong. And now, I can see those instincts were right. But why would Aurivelle send his grandson to Beacon without Aura at all? What's your game? And on a side note, I need up the security on those transcripts. If I fell for them, who knows how many others passed by me?'

Ozpin decided to stow that for later and just enjoy the massage.

Back at Jaune's home settlement, Aurivelle Arc, Jaune's grandfather, was heading back home after his month-long mission patrolling and guarding some trading routes. He smiled as he returned to the Arc house, where his son and wife lived, along with seven of their daughters and only son. The majority of the daughters had already moved on with their lives, and yet they would always come back to visit every now and then. By all accounts now, Boyd and Daisy Arc should be living in the house along with their four and Jaune, though Jaune should be at Beacon. The two parents were farmers, retired from the merchant business. Some of their daughters became Huntresses, while others took other jobs at another kingdom.

"I'm back!" shouted Aurivelle as he entered through the door, just in time to hug the twins that tackled him.

"Welcome back," greeted Boyd.

"It's nice to be back," smiled Aurivelle, "Where's Jaune? Is he at Beacon now?"

He smirked as he said this. Of course, Jaune was at Beacon! He asked Ozpin to accept him as a favor!

"Err dad, don't be mad, but why did you argue for Jaune to head to Beacon?" asked Boyd, "I mean, he never really had any formal training. I hate to say it, but he's not the most suited for fighting. He's always had to help out in the house, never having any real time to go train. Heck, nobody has even taught him the very basic of Aura, let alone unlock it! Even his weapon is a hand me down!"
"You know as well as I do the reason why," said Aurivelle softly, "At Beacon, Jaune will be able to chase his dream. You know it has always been his dream to do so. I called in a favor to get him in, so he'll have a chance. As for the weapon, only he can wield it. The sword wouldn't respond to any of us except for him, even though he doesn't know."

"Still doesn't make me feel better," replied Boyd, "He's my only son. I love my daughters just as much, but he's the only one that'll pass the Arc name."

"I'm sure Jaune will be safe," boasted Aurivelle, "If it makes you feel better, I'll go check up on him. I'm heading there anyways. Got to visit your mother."

"I'd feel better if you did. Do you want to eat and rest for the night, though?"

"Much appreciated. I don't get to spend enough time with my grandchildren. Especially Jaune, since I didn't get to train him much. Stupid long-term mission. They could've got somebody else, but they needed me."

"It's okay, dad, we all understand. Just be sure to check in on Jaune tomorrow when you go visit mom at Mt. Glenn."

Ozpin stretched as Jaune was washing his hands. He certainly felt much more relaxed now, thanks to the massage. It had certainly been a long time since he had one, and an even longer time since he had a good one. With this, his mind felt clearer and felt it would be easier to tackle on the budge along with a few other tasks.

"Thank you, Mr. Arc. If you ever feel like making some more Lien, I'm sure I can arrange a seasonal ticket for the bullhead to head over to Beacon, where you can provide your service the students. We could certainly use a talent like yours for them. If you want, I can have some ads posted around the campus for students to come during their own free time, free of charge," proposed Ozpin.

"I'm still going to try to get in. But having some ads promoting my business would help. That, and I need to find a part-timer to sit at the front desk and help me organize some files," replied Jaune.

"Very well. I wish you luck in your endeavors. Now I have some budget cuts to deal with. Just send me a copy of your ad for help and another ad to promote your business. You should have a copy of my e-mail on the patient information sheet."

And with that, Ozpin left while Jaune quickly sat back down at the front desk. He had some information he needed to organize.

Jaune closed for the day an hour later after finishing up a last minute patient who just walked in 15 minutes after Ozpin left. It was an ape Faunus who had fur on his arms who looked ready to leave when he entered as if expecting to be kicked out. Jaune merely blinked before asking him to fill out the usual patient information, handing him a Scroll tablet to do so. It turned out the man worked at the docks and had strained his back carrying some heavy loads. Jaune swiftly guided him in as soon as the man finished up and went with the 30-minute massage without massage oil.

"So (grunt) you don't mind me?" asked the Faunus named Droy as Jaune pressed down hard on his shoulders. The man winced in sharp pain before feeling it dissipate away.

"Why should I? You're a customer," replied Jaune, "And you have some major ones here. Going have to use the elbow."

"Just... surprised," grunted Droy before wincing once more as Jaune mercilessly attacked the knots. He was surprised when Jaune went from being rough to being gentle, gently massaging the more delicate areas he felt his muscle still twitching.

"Hmm, this is going to need a more... heated approach," murmured Jaune, "Luckily, I've practiced this before thanks to my sister insisting I learn. I thought she was crazy when she showed it to me but shows what I know."

Jaune left momentarily before coming back with a candle that was lit and placed it down beside him.

"What's with the candle?" asked Droy curiously, hoping in his mind he didn't mistake this place to be some sort of S&M place.

"Fire source," replied Jaune as he squirted a tiny bit of oil into his hand and rubbed his palms together.

The Faunus opened his eyes in shock and amazement as Jaune suddenly cupped the candle with his hands, lighting his hands on fire a bit. Jaune swiftly placed his flaming hands on his patient's back, moving it towards the sensitive areas and rubbing it. Droy was about to stop him when he felt the fire somehow drawing away his pain. He relaxed, letting Jaune do his job as the fire was smothered in Jaune's hands.

"How'd you know that would work?" asked Droy after the session was done. He felt much better than before, though not completely cured. Still, it was much better than he had thought it would be, and with a proper sleep, he'd be fine.

"I've had training in it before," replied Jaune as he handed him the superbill.

"Is there no extra charge for the fire thing?" asked Droy as he looked it over.

"It was something on the spot. No charge for it."

"I can't do that! That was one of the best massages I've had! I'm sure the fire hurt your hands just for doing that! Just add the price for it in here!"

The two haggled until Jaune finally relented to adding it, as any extra Lien would help.

"I'll be sure to spread the word to my friends and people about you and your clinic," said Droy as he paid his due, "Not many massage places accept Faunus people like us."

"Why?" Jaune asked curiously, tilting his head.

"Ummm," stammered Droy, not knowing what to say. Though Vale placed anti-discriminatory laws, many places still either refused to serve Faunus or gave them lower customer service.

"Well, oh look at the time, I need to go home! I'll spread the word about your business!" said Droy as he shot through the door. He kept in mind that when he did spread it that he would tell the Faunus to try their best to disguise themselves to look human when they came. Places that served the Faunus usually ended up being boycotted by the humans and ultimately fail in business, and Droy had no desire to let Jaune's place fall to such a thing. He was the innocent light that shone through the businesses, and very few places could survive just serving to Faunus customers. Droy could count the number of places that were doing well and served both humans and Faunus with both hand, excluding Dust shops and supermarkets.

Jaune was cleaning up for the day, mopping the floors when he heard the door open once more.

"Blondie! How's business been doing?"

"Doing pretty well, Roman! Is Neo with you?"

"Not today, it's just lonely old me."

Roman walked through the side door without hesitation, though not before making his shoes were clean enough. Ultimately, he decided just to grab a one time use slipper and continued forward to see Jaune cleaning so studiously.
"Seriously, Jaune. I have the number for the Faunus cleaning service right here in my Scroll. Just call them and have them clean up for you! Though I have to admit, you do a nice job cleaning."

"Thanks. I've always had to be the one to clean up back at home. I was the only one that would do it... and could do it. My sisters weren't exactly the best at it."

"Sounds like you were trained to househusband more than anything else."

"Yea, but I still want to be a Huntsman more than anything else."

"Mmm hmm. So, anything else?"

"Oh yeah, I might need you to make some ads for me. I had Headmaster Ozpin in here today for a massage. He said he was willing to post some ads for me for a part-timer and promote my place!"

Roman stumbled as he was going up the stairs to grab some ice cream he had left here to store for Neo.

"Seriously?" asked Roman, "The big man of Beacon is willing to put some ads for you?"

"Yea and I even have his e-mail address to send it to!" shouted Jaune as he was cleaning the showers.

"Hmm, could this be a chance? Naa probably not. Knowing Beacon, it's a throwaway e-mail. Still, the kid managed to get someone big. That could be a game changer for him to expand."

Roman grabbed the ice cream containers to leave when he noticed two containers with his and Neo's name on it. It was like those carryout boxes from restaurants. Curious, he opened it and smiled as Jaune had cooked them something to eat. It was Hainan Ji Fan, something simple and yet luxurious at the same time. And knowing Jaune, it was going to be delicious, and yet easy to eat on the go. The kid really was too trusting and thoughtful. And yet, Roman didn't want to dye Jaune in his own color, the life of crime and living the way he wanted. Something about him just made him feel horrible if he did. That, and Neo would kill him. Yep, that was the biggest reason why he didn't want to influence Jaune too much.

"Alright, I'll help you make some ads and send it to you probably tomorrow night! Kinda busy later on, with the new employer and all. Thanks for keeping the ice cream for us!" shouted Roman as he was about to leave.

"Did you see the containers?" asked Jaune as he stepped out from the changing room with a mop on hand.

"Yep. Thanks again Jaune. Neo will be happy to eat your food again."

With a wave of his hat, Roman left, but not before making sure nobody was following him or spotted him. This place would be a haven for him and Neo when they needed to relax, and he would be damned if his new employer found out about this place.

Well hope you've enjoyed this chapter! Again, review if you can! Tell me what needs improvement!