Jaune groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, the realization of what lay ahead sinking in. His muscles ached, as he stared at his opponent, brandishing a sword of wood, the constructs armor sculpted in the visage of his armor Pendragon armor, interlocking vines, mimicking muscle structure, making up its joints. This thing hit hard, really hard, but he could feel the beginnings of a fierce determination welling up inside him. He had a lot to prove—not just to Merlin or Ozpin, but to himself.

As the plant armor construct readied for another attack, Jaune tightened his grip on the steel sword, his mind focusing on the task at hand. He knew this training would be grueling, but it was exactly what he needed to become the Huntsman he aspired to be.

"Alright," he muttered to himself, eyes locked on his opponent. "Let's do this."

The construct charged again, and this time, Jaune was ready. He sidestepped the initial strike, bringing his own sword up to parry the blow. The clash of steel against wood echoed through the forest, a testament to his resolve and the journey he was about to undertake.

Despite the challenges and uncertainty, Jaune felt a sense of purpose in that moment. He wasn't just fighting a wooden construct; he was fighting his own doubts and insecurities, forging himself into the Huntsman he knew he could become. And with Merlin's guidance, he knew he had a chance to succeed.

He just hoped he could survive her brutal training methods.

As Jaune tried his best to keep up against his wooden sparring partner, Merlin looked on from her perch, sitting comfortably on the branch of a large oak tree in the serene fields of flowers. Her sharp eyes tracked every move Jaune made, mentally noting his strengths and weaknesses, the fluidity of his movements, and the hesitations that marked his inexperience.

Despite that, it was obvious the boy had picked something up from using Excalibur for a while, the sword had been guiding the boys every swing and move. He clearly now had a fundamental understanding of the basics of swordplay, now it was just applying that knowledge to real encounters, and building up a body that was actually meant to be a huntsman.

Jaune was breathing heavily, sweat streaming down his face. The wooden construct was relentless, each strike pushing him to his limits. But with every parry, dodge, and counterattack, he could feel himself getting a little bit better, a little bit stronger. His muscles screamed in protest, but his determination drowned out their cries. He had something to prove.

Merlin's gaze softened slightly as she watched Jaune continue to fight. Despite his lack of formal training, his raw potential was undeniable. He had heart, and he had drive—traits that couldn't be taught. It was up to her to mold him into the Huntsman she believed he could become, and prepare him for the upcoming dangers he would face.

As the construct swung its wooden sword in a wide arc, Jaune ducked and rolled to the side, coming up with a quick slash that grazed the construct's arm. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. The construct paused for a moment, as if recalculating its approach, before lunging at Jaune once more.

"Remember, Jaune," Merlin called out from her perch, her voice carrying a mixture of encouragement and authority. "It's not just about strength. Use your agility and your mind. Anticipate your opponent's moves."

Jaune nodded, her words sinking in. He shifted his stance, trying to stay light on his feet, watching the construct's movements closely. As it charged again, he sidestepped and aimed a strike at its exposed side. The construct blocked the blow, but Jaune felt a surge of satisfaction. He was getting the hang of it.

The battle continued, each clash of steel against wood resonating through the forest, Merlin's magic was making this thing a lot tougher than it should be. Jaune's arms were aching, his legs felt like they were on fire, but he refused to give up.

After what felt like an eternity, barely blocking blows from the construct, his aura lowering with each failed block, as he slowly adapts to its attacks, just trying to land a solid hit on the thing. As Jaune felt he could barely raise his sword, the construct stepped back, lowering its wooden sword. Jaune stood panting, his steel sword trembling in his grip. He had survived the first round, and though he was exhausted, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Merlin descended gracefully from the tree, her feet barely making a sound as she landed on the grass. She approached Jaune, her expression a blend of pride and sternness. "Not bad for a first attempt," she said, a small smile playing at her lips. "You have potential, Jaune. But this is only the beginning."

Jaune nodded, still catching his breath. "I know. I'll keep pushing myself," he replied, determination clear in his voice.

Merlin's smile widened. "Good. Tomorrow, we'll focus on honing your agility and reflexes. But for now, rest and recuperate. You've earned it."

As Jaune sheathed his practice sword, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. The road ahead was long and fraught with challenges, but he was ready to face them head-on. With Merlin's guidance, he was confident he could become the Huntsman he was meant to be.

"Merlin..thanks," the young man smiled as he locked eyes with his mentor. Sure their first meeting wasn't the most normal, but she was giving him a legitimate chance to get better to prove he deserves to be here. "Thanks for giving me a shot

Merlin's expression softened at Jaune's words. "You're welcome, Jaune," she said gently. "Everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves. I'm just here to help you see what you're truly capable of."

Jaune nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude mixed with determination. "I won't let you down," he promised, his voice filled with resolve.

Merlin's smile was warm, yet there was a glint of something more in her eyes—perhaps a challenge, or perhaps an impish thought running through the woman's mind. "I know you won't," she replied. "Now, go get some rest." She gave him a sweet smile, but Jaune had a feeling that what she was thinking was anything but sweet "Tomorrow will be even more demanding, so don't go thanking me yet."

That mischievous grin on her face sent a shiver down Jaunes spine, god he hoped he lived long enough to even be proud of his growth

With that, she turned and began to walk away, her scepter tapping lightly against the ground. Jaune watched her go, feeling a surge of motivation. He sheathed his practice sword and began the walk back to Beacon, following her, his body aching but his spirit unwavering.

As he trudged back through the forest, the events of the day played over in his mind. Despite the exhaustion, he felt a strange sense of exhilaration. He had faced a formidable opponent and held his own sure it was a wooden animated training dummy, but it was something, even if it was barely. He had taken the first step on a long journey, and though it was daunting, it was also thrilling.

When he finally reached the dorms Merlin parted ways with him something about Ozpin needing her for something, he was a bit too tired to care. As he entered hid shared room, he was met with curious glances from his teammates. Nora, always the first to speak, bounded over with her usual energy.

"Jaune! Where've you been? You look like you fought a whole army of Grimm!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with concern and curiosity. "and if so, why didn't you invite me?" his hyperactive teammate groaned out shaking him.

Jaune chuckled weakly, trying to ease Nora's grip. "Just some intense training with Merlin," he explained, his voice still tinged with exhaustion. "And trust me, you wouldn't have wanted to join this time."

Nora pouted, but her curiosity was piqued. "Merlin, huh? She really put you through the wringer, didn't she?"

Ren, standing nearby, observed Jaune's weary state. "Merlin, looks like she's taken an interest in you, "The other boy said cryptically, as he took in Jaune's worn-down appearance " She must have quite the rigorous training regimen."

Jaune nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, she's tough. But I need this. I need to get stronger, for all of us."

Pyrrha, who had been quietly watching, stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on Jaune's shoulder. "And you will, Jaune. We're here to support you every step of the way."

Her words bolstered his spirits even more. "Thanks, Pyrrha. Thanks, everyone," he said, looking around at his friends. "I know it's going to be tough, but I won't give up."

Nora's pout turned into a grin. "That's the spirit! Just let us know if you need any help. We're a team, after all!"

Jaune smiled, feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. "I will. Right now, I just need a bath and some rest"

As Jaune headed to the bathroom, Ren noticed the slight frown on Pyrrha's face. While she might think she's being subtle, it was clear to anyone paying attention that she had a crush on their team leader. Well, anyone except Jaune, who remained blissfully unaware. Ren could sense that Pyrrha was likely planning to help Jaune with his training as a way to get closer to him. However, with Merlin now taking on the role of his trainer, those plans might need to change.

Ren decided to address it gently. "Pyrrha," he said softly, drawing her attention. "You okay?"

Pyrrha glanced at him, her expression momentarily betraying her inner conflict before she composed herself. "I'm fine, Ren. Just...thinking."

The boy was silent, he felt that it wasn't his place to pry, but he wanted to say something to reassure his friend Ren took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "You know, Pyrrha, Jaune is lucky to have you as a teammate. Your support means a lot to him."

Pyrrha's eyes softened as she nodded. "I know, Ren. It's just... I want to be there for him in every way I can.

Ren smiled gently, understanding Pyrrha's reluctance to fully admit her feelings. He chose his words carefully, aiming to provide reassurance. "Jaune looks up to you, Pyrrha. Your support alone is more than enough reassurance for him."

Pyrrha's lips curled into a small smile. "Thanks, Ren. You're right. I'll continue to support him however I can." However, the girl wanted to get a bit closer to their team leader

The sound of the shower echoed through the room as their team leader began to clean up. The hot water was a welcome relief, washing away the grime and soreness of the day's training. As Jaune stood under the stream, he couldn't help but reflect on everything that had happened. He had come a long way, and while there was still a long road ahead, he felt more determined than ever to walk it.

After his shower, Jaune dried off and changed into some comfortable clothes. He headed back to the common area of their dorm, where his teammates were lounging and chatting. Pyrrha was polishing her weapons, Ren was preparing some tea, and Nora was sprawled out on the couch, fiddling with her scroll.

Seeing Jaune re-enter, Nora sat up and patted the spot next to her. "Feeling better?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity and concern.

Jaune sat down with a sigh of contentment. "Much better. Thanks, Nora."

Ren handed him a cup of tea. "Here, this will help you relax."

Jaune accepted the cup gratefully. "Thanks, Ren. I appreciate it."

Pyrrha looked up from her weapons and smiled warmly at him. "You've been working so hard, Jaune. Just remember to take care of yourself too."

Jaune nodded, taking a sip of the tea. It was soothing, and he could feel the tension in his muscles start to ease. "I will. I promise."

As they settled into a comfortable silence, Jaune couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky. Despite his unconventional entry into Beacon, he had found a team that believed in him and a mentor willing to push him to his limits. He knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but with the support of his friends and the guidance of Merlin, he felt ready to face whatever challenges came his way.

Later that night, as Jaune lay in bed, he thought about Merlin's words and the tough training ahead. He knew he had to give it his all, not just for himself but for his team. They were counting on him, and he didn't want to let them down. There was also the matter of telling them the truth...of his fake transcripts.

Jaune tossed and turned, unable to shake the anxiety. He knew he couldn't keep the secret forever. His team deserved to know the truth. They had placed their trust in him, and he needed to be honest with them. But the thought of their possible reactions filled him with dread. Would they be disappointed? Would they feel betrayed? He didn't want to lose the camaraderie they had built.

Finally, Jaune made up his mind. He would tell them. He had to. But how? And when?

The next morning, Jaune woke up a bit later than normal, which made sense he was exhausted from the rigorous training. The sun was already peeking through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Jaune stretched, feeling the soreness in his muscles, a reminder of the previous day's exertion. Determined to follow through with his decision, he knew today was the day he would tell his team the truth.

"Well, it's do or die Jaune" he muttered to himself "It's only your friendship and teammates' trust on the line"

With a determined sigh, Jaune got out of bed and dressed quickly, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of his decision hung heavily on his shoulders, but he knew it was the right thing to do. He couldn't keep living a lie, not with his teammates placing so much trust in him.

As he made his way to the dining hall, he could hear the familiar sounds of his friends starting their day. As well as the sound of laughter...and another voice he hadn't heard in a while, and it filled him with a sense of dread.

"And here's my dear brother when he was a baby"

Jaune rounded the corner and saw the group of his friends, his team along with Team RWBY, standing around a woman he hadn't seen in a long time—his older sister, Clementine Arc. Encased in gleaming white armor that caught the light with every subtle movement, she stood as a testament to both elegance and strength. The armor, meticulously crafted, hugged her form with a perfect balance of protection and mobility. Its pristine surface was unmarred by scratches or dirt, suggesting either its recent construction or meticulous maintenance.

Warm orange accents provided a striking contrast to the white, giving the armor an inviting yet formidable appearance. Each piece interlocked seamlessly, designed to shield her in battle while allowing for fluidity and grace in her movements. Her helmet, held in the crook of her arm, hinted at the same exquisite craftsmanship. Adorned with insignias of her rank and achievements, the helmet, like the rest of her armor, bore the Arc family crest, boldly emblazoned on her pauldron as a mark of honor and heritage.

Her blonde hair, a striking contrast to the white of her armor, was pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail. The golden strands gleamed under the light, the ponytail high and tight, a practical choice that kept her hair off her face and neck, ensuring it wouldn't become a distraction in the heat of combat. Despite the simplicity of the hairstyle, it highlighted her strong features—sharp cheekbones, a determined gaze, and a firm set to her jaw.

Her appearance radiated both strength and elegance, a warrior prepared for the trials ahead, yet maintaining an undeniable grace. There was an air of quiet confidence about her, an aura that spoke of countless battles fought and the unwavering resolve to face whatever lay ahead.

She was the image of a perfect knight, everything he wasn't.

But that was something that he couldn't focus on she, had to be here for one reason... to take him home. He hadn't really gotten the blessings from his parents to become a huntsman. He knew it was merely a matter of time before they found him, but he thought he had a bit more time, maybe a year or something.

As Jaune's mind raced, trying to figure out what to do in this situation, his sister Clementine turned her gaze to him, her eyes lighting up with recognition and affection.

"Jaune! There you are!" Clementine exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth and a hint of authority. "I've been looking for you."

Jaune swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. He approached the group, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hey, Clem," he managed to say, his voice steady but betraying a hint of nervousness. "What are you doing here?"

Clementine smiled, her expression softening. "I came to check on you, little brother. And to catch up with my favorite sibling." She glanced at the group of friends gathered around her. "And it seems I've found you with some new friends."

Nora, ever enthusiastic, jumped in. "Jaune, your sister is awesome! Look at that armor! And those baby pictures!" She laughed, showing more of the photos to the others, who chuckled along.

Jaune's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he managed a small smile. "Yeah, she's pretty great."

"It's a wonder how you're related" chimed Weiss " Considering how Arc carries himself, are you sure you two are siblings?" Thanks, Weiss definitely needed that

Clementine chuckled a warm sound that filled the room. "Oh, we're definitely siblings. Though sometimes I wonder how we're related too, especially when he's being particularly stubborn."

Jaune rolled his eyes playfully. "Hey, I can't help it if I inherited all the charm in the family."

Clementine raised an eyebrow. "Charm? Is that what you call it?"

The group laughed, as Yang butted in, wrapping an arm around his shoulder "No kidding Vomit boy, you know when you said you had eight sisters I imagined them to be all like you"

Jaune felt his chest tighten at that but just smiled playing it off, Yang was just joking like she always was, she didn't mean anything by it. "Whats that supposed to mean?"

"Oh you know tall, blonde, and scrawny" quipped the other girl "Well you're half right," Yang continued with a grin, "you're definitely tall and blonde."

Jaune chuckled, feeling a bit more at ease with the banter. "Thanks, Yang. Always keeping me humble."

Clementine chuckled softly, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "Well, it's good to see you're making friends, Jaune. But we do need to talk. Privately."

Jaune's stomach twisted with apprehension at his sister's serious tone, but he nodded. "Yeah, let's find somewhere quiet to talk."

The gravity of her tone wasn't lost on him, and Jaune nodded. "Okay, let's go somewhere quiet."

They found a secluded corner of the dining hall, away from the others. Clementine's demeanor became more serious, her eyes filled with authority and concern.

"Jaune, I know you didn't exactly get Mother and Father's blessing to come to Beacon," she began, her voice gentle but firm. "They've been worried sick. When they found out, they sent me to find you and bring you home."

Jaune's heart sank. He had feared this moment ever since he set foot in Beacon. "Clementine, I... I know I should have told them. But I had to do this. I needed to prove to myself that I could be a Huntsman."

Clementine sighed, her expression softening, before hardening. "I understand, Jaune. I really do. But you can't just run away from home and expect everything to be okay. Father specifically forbade you from being a huntsman, and instead of listening dear brother, you ran off with the family sword, running off with the Crocea Mors is not something easily forgiven. It's a huge responsibility and a family heirloom. Father was furious when he found out."

Jaune felt his stomach twist at his sister's words. The mention of his father's specific prohibition stung, but Clementine's tone wasn't just scolding—it was worried, deeply concerned for his well-being, and a part of him knew that, but another part just felt like she was babying him, like always

"Clem, I know," Jaune said, his voice heavy with regret. "I know I messed up, and I shouldn't have lied or run away. But I had to try. I had to prove that I could do this, not just to myself, but to everyone."

Clementine's eyes softened with empathy, though the worry in her gaze remained. "Jaune, I understand your passion and your desire to prove yourself, but running away and lying wasn't the answer. Father is furious, and Mother is heartbroken. They both want you to come home. You could have trained properly, maybe even convinced Father eventually. Instead, you put yourself in danger, and now you're risking your team as well."

Jaune clenched his fists, trying to suppress his frustration. The idea of convincing their father to let him follow his dream seemed laughable. Convince him, what a joke, "Clem, you know as well as I do that Dad would never have agreed. He made it clear from the start that he didn't think I had what it takes. Training under his supervision would have been just as impossible."

Clementine's expression hardened. "Jaune, our father might be stubborn and overprotective, but running away was reckless. It wasn't just about you. You put yourself and others in danger. Beacon is not a game."

Jaune clenched his teeth a part of him knew she was right, she always was, but he wasn't a child anymore damn it.

"Beacon is my chance to prove that I'm more than just the youngest Arc," Jaune argued, his voice rising slightly. "I'm not a child anymore, Clem. I can make my own decisions. I don't need you all babying me"

Clementine sighed deeply, the weight of her brother's words settling on her "Is this what is about, proving yourself? Father had his reasons for denying you the choice of being a huntsman, maybe it was also due to your lack of maturity. You're coming home baby brother, no questions, no fuss."

Jaune's heart pounded in his chest as he heard Clementine's final words. He was silent, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions, feeling the weight of his sister's authority pressing down on him. But amidst the fear and the regret, a fierce resolve began to burn in his heart.

"No," he said, his voice steady but firm. "I'm not going back, Clem."

Clementine's eyes widened in surprise. "Jaune, don't be ridiculous. You can't—"

"I can," Jaune interrupted, taking a step closer to his sister. "I know I messed up, and I know I have a lot to learn, but I'm not a kid anymore. This is my chance to prove myself, not just to you or Dad, but to myself. I need to do this, Clem. I need to know I can stand on my own two feet."

Clementine's expression was a mixture of frustration and concern. She opened her mouth to argue, Jaune knew how his older sister got when she put her mind to something, she was as stubborn as their mother and wasn't going to give up easily. But Jaune didn't back down. He held his ground, his resolve unwavering.

"Clem, I know you're worried," he said, his voice softening. "And I appreciate it. I really do. But I have to find my own path. I have to make my own mistakes and learn from them. You can't protect me forever."

Clementine's gaze softened the fierce determination in her eyes slowly giving way to a mix of pride and resignation. She sighed, rubbing her temples as if trying to alleviate the headache forming from the confrontation.

"Jaune, I just want you to be safe," she said quietly. "We've lost so much already. I don't want to lose you too."

"You won't," Jaune assured her, taking her hands in his. "I promise, I'll be careful. And I'll become the Huntsman I know I can be. Just give me a chance."

There was a long, tense silence as Clementine studied her brother's face. Finally, she nodded, albeit reluctantly.

"Two months," She started "In two months, we will have a duel to see if you're actually ready if you can't get my aura in the red" she continued, her voice firm but tinged with a hint of softness, "then you come home with me. No arguments. But if you can hold your own, I'll let you stay and continue your training here at Beacon. Deal?"

Jaune's heart raced, a mixture of relief and anxiety washing over him. He had two months to prove himself not only to his sister but to everyone who doubted him. But most importantly, to himself.

"Deal," he said, meeting Clementine's gaze with unwavering determination. "I'll be ready."

Clementine gave a small, approving nod before pulling him into a tight hug. "Stay safe, little brother. And train hard."

As Jaune embraced his sister, he felt a newfound sense of purpose. This was his chance to prove himself, to show that he could be the Huntsman he aspired to be. When they finally pulled apart, Clementine gave him a reassuring smile before turning to leave.

Jaune watched her go, feeling the weight of the challenge ahead. Two months to prepare. Two months to become stronger, faster, and more skilled. He knew he couldn't do it alone

Now for the hard part, explaining his transcripts to his team...oh boy.

Power, that was all that mattered to her, weakness couldn't be tolerated she couldn't be weak not now not ever. She stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with steely determination. Her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. She had trained relentlessly, pushing herself to the limit day after day, all in pursuit of one thing: power.

She was so close to obtaining it, only to be denied and half of it wrenched from her, slipping out of her fingers because that damn old crow, she would make him pay for that. She gazed into the mirror, amber eyes looked back at her, thankfully her mistress was benevolent enough to forgive her, and even granted her a gift, something to even out the odds she said.

"Damn it Mercury!"

She scowled at the sound of Emerald's voice, she swore couldn't those two just tolerate each other, no matter she merely had to deal with her subordiantes like always. She backed away from the mirror, and made her way

to the door, ready to confront whatever annoyance awaited her on the other side.

Emerald stood there, arms crossed and a scowl etched on her face. "What's with all the noise, Mercury? You're disturbing my beauty sleep."

Mercury rolled his eyes, unimpressed by Emerald's attitude. "Your beauty sleep? Please, spare me."

Emerald narrowed her eyes at him, a dangerous glint in her gaze. "Watch it, Mercury. You may be faster, but I can still kick your ass."

Mercury smirked, unfazed by Emerald's threat. "Is that a challenge, Emerald? Because last time I checked, I beat you in our last spar."

Emerald's scowl deepened, but before she could retort, Cinder's voice echoed through the room, cutting off their bickering.

"Enough," Cinder said, her tone cold and commanding. "We have more important matters to attend to."

Mercury and Emerald exchanged a glance, both knowing better than to argue with Cinder. They fell into step behind her as she led them down the corridor, their footsteps echoing in the silence.

"What's the plan, Cinder?" Emerald asked, her voice laced with anticipation.

"Simple, we find where Amber is being held and I finish draining the Maiden powers from her" She crossed her arms across her chest, of course that wasn't going to be easy Ozpin had most likely taken measures to hide the girl, but she wont be denied what is hers. "

"Till then, we play the part of innocent exchange students from Haven, and I expect you two to be on your best behavior," Cinder continued, her tone authoritative.

Mercury rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement. "Sure thing, boss."

Emerald gave a curt nod, her expression serious. "Understood."

She nods, as her thoughts drift on reaching Amber, she expects to be met with resistance, a part of her hopes for that, it would give her the chance to try out the gift granted to her by Salem, a sword, an ornate, sparkling silver sword adorned with opulent and splendid decorations, yes it was fitting for one such as her who should stand at the top, sure it was a bit old fashioned in her opinion, with the lack of ability to mecha shift. But she wouldn't deny a gift from Salem, besides coming from her it must hold some sort of power, that she was eager to test out.

A/N

Hey Azure here, yup an Arcalibur update. Sorry for taking forever life kinda started kicking my ass and I couldn't really get to writing, Ill try and get back into my usual schedule. If not then...oops, but I'm not gonna be gone for a whole year like last time if that happens again, just a few months maybe, again sorry. So yea Jaune training Arc, and an OC Arc Sister, and Cinder got a fancy new sword by Salem, sorry if this is a nothing burger of a chapter but don't worry, it gets better I promise...I think. Next fic to get updated should be my land of the lustrous fic, till then Azure out.

Thirteen Locks (2/13) :

Arthur (Dormant): The once and future king, Arthur wields the legendary Excalibur, its true power unlocked through the unity of the Knights of the Round Table. Initially, it bestows upon Jaune enhanced strength, speed, and resistance to magic. Only by unlocking the potential of all the knights will Excalibur reveal its full might. (2/13)

Galahad: The Shield of Camelot, Galahad's unbreakable shield is imbued with the sacred light of the Holy Grail. It grants Jaune heightened defense, its divine radiance shining brighter in the presence of Grimm, rendering them vulnerable to its holy essence. Even the toughest of Grimm find their armor no match for this blessed shield, capable of cleaving through darkness-tainted foes.

Ywain: Once a knight in pursuit of glory, Ywain's quest for his beloved leads him to befriend a lion, forming an unbreakable bond. Together, they vanquish demons and giants, earning Ywain the favor of his lady. Embracing Ywain's spirit, Jaune foregoes a sword, donning gauntlets that transform him into a lion faunus. Alongside his lion companion, manifested from his Aura, Jaune gains heightened speed, strength, and a primal battle instinct, evolving into a ferocious warrior driven by the thrill of combat.