Arc II: The Knight Life
Chapter 6: Masks and Truths
Jaune stared at his maybe-doppelganger and once again found himself at a loss for words, thus promptly articulating his confusion in a cohesive manner.
"Bwuh."
Said doppelganger – Link, if he was to be believed - narrowed his already judgmental eyes, and stepped forward, causing him to gulp in apprehension as the other blonde scrutinized him, feeling as if he was under a particularly brutal interview.
"Um…sorry. I…I don't know what to say."
Link tilted his head slightly, golden locks cascading along with it. "Hmm. Judging from your earlier martial performance, I assume you still have much to learn on that front. It is nothing we cannot remedy with training."
"I…"
He stepped and turned back, facing the massive castle in the background. "But at least tell me this. Have you not heard of the legends which tell of how we came to be?"
"What?"
Link faced him once more. "Do you not know of the Three Goddesses? The stories of old, of the heroes and princesses who spend eternity fighting the darkness?"
Each of those words stirred some small feeling of nostalgia but did little to quell the amount of questions he had for him. "I-I-heroes? Gods? Darkness? I don't even-I don't even know who you are!" Jaune exclaimed, feeling the onset of a terrible headache.
Silence, followed by even more judgmental scrutiny. Jaune was quickly coming to believe that Link had only two expressions – annoyed, and even more annoyed. However, after what felt like forever, he saw him brush his cape to the side and hold up the back of his left hand.
"Do you at least know of this?"
Jaune's eyes widened.
"No way…he has it too!"
Feeling compelled by the sight of the symbol of the golden triangles, he held up his own left hand as if to reach out to Link, only to gasp and do a double take as he noticed his own mark pulsing softly and brightly in response.
He looked back to his doppelganger, seeing him gaze back with expectation.
"…what are these? How do you have it too?"
Link lowered his hand, the triangles fading away as he lost his determined expression and was replaced with resignation.
"…I see. Everything truly has been forgotten."
"What has been forgotten?" Jaune pleaded with him as he ran up to him. "Please. All this here feels like some sort of messed up dream. Actually, I think I'm dreaming right now! You have that," - He pointed to his left hand - "and you're telling me there's all sorts of mystical fantasy stuff out there. I don't even know if you're real or not! All I know is that you sound like the voice in my head so I'm going on a leap of faith here."
Link sighed and took a step back. "Very well. Let us start with what you feel like you know, then. What do you know of this?" He raised his hand once more, sigils flaring to life with a bright, steady glow.
"Alright. Um, to be honest, nothing." Jaune replied as he looked back at his own. "All I know is that I've seen them in my dreams, and that they seem to…activate whenever I'm, like, in a lot of danger. And when they do, it, I don't know, comforts me? I feel kinda relaxed and more focused."
He looked back to Link, cutting him off as he was about to reply. "And go easy on me. I'm trying not to have a panic attack here."
"Hmm. Alright then. What you have on the back of your hand there is the symbol of the Triforce. Does hearing that trigger any memories?"
Jaune thought about it for a bit. "Um, I don't think so. Don't get me wrong, it still sounds familiar but it's not – oh!"
Momentarily, his vision swam white as he tested that word in an attempt to try to remember something he did not know.
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The sight of brilliant red, blue and green streaking across a cloudy sky assailed him once more, but he quickly realized that there was perhaps more than what he originally saw.
As the three colours combined in a shower of holy light, he was no longer blinded and instead saw the object of his unknown desires, glowing brightly and headily, drifting gently down towards him.
His hand began burning painfully in response.
"Argh! I see. So that's the Triforce."
For some reason, he expected the Triforce to be a massive object but as it came to drift in front of him, it was no larger than perhaps a dinner plate. He wondered, however, magical appearance aside, how such a smaller object could drive him mad with desire to claim it.
"Well, might as well."
Jaune reached out, but just before he could grab it his vision was blinded once more.
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Instead of grabbing the golden triangles, his vision cleared to see him stretching out towards Link's face.
He retracted it with a confused and somewhat slightly embarrassed expression.
"Uh. Sorry."
"Hmm. Well?"
"To answer your question…yeah? I think? I think hearing you say that did trigger something but…I still have so many questions. Like, what really is it? How do I keep blacking out and seeing things?"
"I cannot answer all of them now, as it would not do to overload you with information as well as for the fact that you are awakening soon."
"Huh?"
Link pointed in the direction of the horizon, which Jaune noticed was quickly darkening from a dull, foggy white to an encroaching solid black.
He turned back in alarm.
"Wait! You didn't answer my question though!"
"Worry not. I am part of you, and since unlocking your spirit has awakened my soul as well, I will be here to guide you."
Link pointed to his hand.
"I will answer this, though. The Triforce is the source of all magic; the greatest gift and curse the Goddesses of old have given this world. It has been our prosperity and downfall. In addition, it is comprised of three pieces, one for each triangle on your mark. As you can see," – Link held up his own – "You possess one of the pieces, the Triforce of Courage. Or, to be more precise, only half of it."
Jaune's eyes widened in alarm, partially out of confusion for the unknown – like, what!? Magic existed? - but also because the realization sent a chill through his spine, as if reminding him that something deep down inside him was not whole.
As if he was not fully himself.
"Wait, hold on! What does that mean?"
"Remember these questions for the next time we meet." Link said as he stepped back, beginning to be consumed by the darkness and the echoes of the void. "For when we do so, we will begin training in earnest."
Jaune called out and made to reach him, but both the sight of Link and his voice was swallowed by the darkness and all was black once more.
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"…"
"…ne…"
"…Jaune…"
"Jaune! Wake up! It's almost time for class!"
Said blonde's eyes opened and gasped as Nora was basically poundingon his chest in an effort to wake him up.
It was super effective.
"Nora!" Jaune gasped as he quickly sat upright, head swimming with his fast ascent and the memories of meeting with the voice in his head.
Yes, and you would do well to begin remembering things we learn as well.
"Whoa! You're still here?"
Of course. Much like your spirit, I have been awakened and so once more walk upon this world.
"Okay, but you really have to explain what you mean by all that too."
I shall. But perhaps you should respond to one trying to catch your attention right in front of you first.
"Huh?"
"JAUNE!"
"Ahh!" Nora's face was right up against his, close enough so as to really see the teal of her irises. With a sharp gasp he fell back down onto bed.
"Wake up, silly! We're already up and about to go!" She hopped off the side of his bed and joined Pyrrha and Ren.
He briefly thought about asking Link if he knew the secret of how the ginger remained so energetic in the morning.
…he could do with some of that if he was to remain awake.
"Are you okay?" Ren asked. Looking tired and bedraggled as he was, he offered a hand and helped him up. "Perhaps it's the morning or the new environment, but you really seemed to be passing in and out of attention there."
"Ugh. Yeah. Just give me a sec."
He made his way to his drawer, where, after taking out his pristine, unused school uniform for the first time, a series of loud knocks resounded throughout the room.
"Hey guys! We're gonna be late for class!"
Team JNPR's eyes all widened collectively as Ruby's muffled voice came through the door. Pyrrha quickly checked her scroll for the time before glancing back at them.
"It's eight fifty-five. We have five minutes until class."
"Well, no time like the present then." Jaune remarked as he quickly sauntered over to the washroom and changed.
"Welp. At least I showered before I slept last night."
He soon emerged and joined the rest of his team in rushing out the door, watching and joining in vague amusement as Team RWBY haphazardly exited and made to run towards their first class of the day.
As they were making their way to class – a Grimm Studies lesson taught by one Professor Peter Port – the blonde took the time to quickly take in the breadth and scenery of Beacon's campus.
It was, quite frankly, beautiful. Its alabaster walls and columns, coupled with the clear blue skies provided a sense of order and tranquility, which, Jaune thought, was somewhat ironic given the nature of their education.
Travelling from the eastern wing, which housed the dorms and cafeteria, to the western wing's lecture halls they soon passed by a large statue in the centre of campus, to which Jaune stole a quick glance and eventually stopped.
"Oh."
The statue, which bore the plaque "Alastair Arc, Hero of Vale", stood beside an unnamed ally as it raised its version of Crocea Mors into the sky as if in salute, rallying its troops for one last battle.
An ancestor, I presume?
"Yeah, my great great grandfather. One of the reasons why I wanted to be a Huntsman in the first place."
I see. It would also explain why you carry the same weapon.
"Jaune, what are you doing? We've got less than two minutes before we're late for class." Pyrrha ran up beside him, panting slightly from their run. When he didn't respond, she glanced at him before following his line of sight. The two then fell into companionable silence, lost in thoughts all alone as they gazed upon his immortalized ancestor.
"Hmm. You know, he kind of looks like you."
"Yeah. That's my ancestor, who fought in the Great War." Jaune sighed as he looked pensively at her. "He's also a big part of the reason why I'm here, and honestly, seeing him like this makes me feel…distant? Small? Like, whatever the word is to make you feel like you have big shoes to fill."
"How about potential, Mr. Arc?"
The blonde and redhead's eyes widened as they whirled around to see Headmaster Ozpin standing serenely with his ever present mug of steaming coffee while Glynda Goodwitch merely stood and glanced at her watch.
It had the side effect of sending beads of sweat down their backs.
Be careful around him, Jaune. He may be friendly but I sense that he possesses powers of immense capability. He hides it well, so be on your guard.
"Wait, so you noticed it too? That something's kinda off about him-"
"Is there a problem?" Glynda asked, raising a brow in curiosity.
Jaune spluttered. "Oh! Uh, sorry. Just didn't expect to see you here. That's all."
"I see. The campus can be quite lovely at this time of year." Ozpin began as he walked past them and looked up at stone Alastair. "Your ancestor, I presume?"
"He is." Jaune gestured towards the statue. "Most of my family and relatives were Huntsmen too. I guess it's a bit of a family business."
"Yes. I still remember when your father was a student within these very halls. Rather…unyielding in combat, but no less one of our best. Richter and his team were amongst the best Huntsmen we graduated in recent memory." Ozpin chuckled as he turned and focused on him then, and there was something within the man's gaze that caused him to briefly become disoriented. Something powerful. Something unknown.
…were his eyes shining, or was he just seeing things?
Jaune. Keep your guard up. He knows that you possess the Triforce.
"I…a-alright. Just give me a second here."
The blonde took a step back and sighed. "Um. What is it sir?"
"You entered in a profession which requires you to risk life and limb without any formal training or tactical experience, much less an unlocked Aura or Semblance. Why did you choose to become a Huntsman?"
Jaune's eyes widened as Glynda Goodwitch stepped forward. "Mr. Arc, while it is true that we allow some to enter without attending preparatory schools, we still expect them to have at least an unlocked Aura or to be skilled enough to waive concern for their aptitude in the field. You held yourself well, but without the assistance of your teammates it was highly likely you would not have survived."
He made to reply but Pyrrha stepped to defend him. "Professor, Headmaster, please. While what you're saying is true, surely he earned his place through Initiation. Jaune made it back and you even appointed him as team leader," She remarked in Ozpin's direction.
"Yes, and while we are not here to begrudge his success, the question still stands Mr. Arc."
The Headmaster focused on him once more and Jaune strained to meet the man's piercing gaze. He could feel the Triforce beginning to activate, his hand getting warmer and warmer.
Steady, Jaune. Be honest and speak your mind.
Said blonde sighed. "Yeah, I know it was a bit reckless to come here without fully preparing for it, especially with how dangerous it was. And I fully understand that now," Jaune nodded in Glynda's direction when she made to interject. "Especially with the Grimm here being the first I ever killed. But to answer your question, Headmaster…I have to say that it's because I'm just a little bit selfish."
He turned back to the stone statues. "I've always heard the stories about how my family were such powerful warriors. Seeing my dad and sisters come back after a successful hunt, there's nothing that I want more than to be like one of them. Yeah it seems childish, but being a Huntsman is my dream, not being a failure. That's why I want to be better. I want to be a hero."
"I see. I would caution you on your motivation though. As you have no doubt realized, you are now blessed with a team that worked admirably together and a partner who loyally stands beside you."
Ozpin tilted his head in Pyrrha's direction, who turned away with a slight blush.
He walked forward and put his hand on Jaune's shoulder, tensing slightly as he looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze. The burning and brightness on his hand increased tenfold, and he quickly put it in his pocket to hide it, silently grunting in pain.
"Though there is nothing wrong with seeking to better yourself, the life we live is not one of glory and fame. It is dirty and brutal work, as Initiation has shown you only a fraction of what it truly is. Knowledge differs from experience."
Jaune lowered his head, and Ozpin took it as a sign of acceptance and let go. As he turned to leave, he offered one more word of advice.
"However, remember this. Being a hero is a choice. I have lived regretting the past and faced those regrets. If only I could do things over again…"
Ozpin looked at him from the corner of his eye.
"Mr. Arc, when it matters most, will you have the courage to choose what is right, even when your heart fights against it?"
"…"
"I…"
"Oh, and because of the time we spent talking, I will inform Professor Port to excuse your lateness to class. But as you start your new year here, think upon our discussion. Good day, Mr. Arc. Miss Nikos."
As Ozpin and Glynda Goodwitch left, Jaune and Pyrrha were left alone under the immortalized gaze of his ancestor, his Triforce calming until its burning essence faded away.
Soon, they were left with only the slight breeze of the campus courtyard, its ambience and scenery returning to its sense of peace. Despite that, the blonde's mind was far from it.
"Are you okay, Jaune?"
Silence, save for the occasional chirp of a distant bird.
"Jaune…?"
"I…I don't know. I've known from the start that being a Huntsman is my dream, to be as strong as my dad and not let my family down. Have I been too selfish this whole time? Was I too focused on myself to think about anything else?"
Pyrrha sighed as she patted his shoulder.
"Believe me, I know the pressure of wanting to make your family proud. And…I think we're all selfish to a degree. We need to help others…but we still have our own dreams too. It's about finding the balance between them."
"Yeah, you're right. Maybe I've been too focused on myself to the point that I forgot about everything else." He reached up and scratched the back of his head as he nervously laughed.
Pyrrha smiled and let out a soft giggle in response. "Jaune, remember what we talked about last night? I don't think we could've accomplished what we did without working well with each other."
"I…yeah. Right as usual." Jaune grinned meekly and looked to the distance. "Guess we do."
"Yeah."
"Um…Jaune?"
He turned back to the redhead, only to see her hands behind her back and looking away nervously. "Yes, Pyrrha?"
"I…just…want to let you know…that…"
Each word she spoke looked like she was physically struggling to say it, but as he took a step forward, she looked up back at him with a slight blush.
"I'm sorry, I'm not exactly the best at this. Just…know that I'm here for you," Pyrrha finished as she exhaled. "I…don't have all the answers but let's find them together."
"I…thank you. It really means a lot, and yeah, you know what? I'll work on being a better partner too. I'll be the best partner you've ever had!" Jaune replied as he lightly and playfully punched her shoulder, earning another small laugh from Pyrrha. "An Arc never goes back on his word, and if Ozpin says I gotta focus on others, what better than starting than my partner?"
"I guess you'll be a hero in no time, then." Pyrrha snorted as she tilted her head in the direction of the classrooms. "Well, hero? Don't you think it's time to learn how to save the world?"
"Now you're talking!" Jaune chuckled as they both began to walk in earnest towards their class.
Though the Headmaster's words lingered in the back of his mind, he felt more at ease than before, and walked with shoulders and back relaxed.
We have much to do tonight, Jaune. Intentions aside, you must think carefully upon his words.
"Yeah, that's true. But hey, at least I have Pyrrha, right? Hopefully, I think we can become really good friends," he thought as he snuck a glance at her, taking in the way the slight breeze let her crimson ponytail flow freely behind her, revealing more of her content half-smile as she looked around them.
"Heh..."
And as they continued to walk together, Jaune couldn't help but notice that Pyrrha seemed to slowly and subtly inch closer, even as she focused on the sights of the campus courtyard.
He couldn't find it in him to complain.
"…maybe this won't be so bad after all."
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This couldn't get any worse.
She trained in the finest of preparatory schools and was practically raised by birth to be a leader to the generations to follow, only to be partnered with someone whose age alone should've prevented them from even taking Initiation in the first place.
This clearly had to be a mistake.
"Damn it, Ruby! I know I said I wanted to work as a team, but you're such an immature child! How can I expect to work with someone who can't even listen in class?"
Weiss angrily strode through the halls of Beacon, content to let anger drive her after a rather terse exchange with her team leader after class. At least the few students who remained in the hallways were wise enough to think twice about walking near her now.
And yet, as she rounded a corner intent on giving out a verbal lashing, she became a witness to one instead. One that also included a bit of testosterone and a fair bit of pushing around.
"So, Jauney boy? You really think you got what it takes to be a Huntsman?"
"Yeah, of course, Cardin! Why do you think I'm here?"
"Pfft! Please. You passed Initiation because your teammates did all the work! Are you sure you really deserve to be here? Maybe it's time for a little science experiment."
The heiress' eyes narrowed as she took in the sight of a deserted hallway, save for Jaune who was currently backed up against the wall by a much larger and broader student.
"Hmm…Cardin, was it? His family's one of the more influential here in Vale. Quite the racist one, too."
Weiss made to approach but stopped as Cardin shoved the blonde roughly into the wall, eliciting a pained grunt causing thin cracks to spider behind him.
"Ugh! Hey, what's your problem!?"
"Well, it looks like I was right. With how thin and weak you are, I suggest you avoid strong winds so you won't get blown away."
The larger man sneered as Jaune dusted himself off, standing up to his full height and looking him down. Weiss noted that though the blonde was actually quite tall – six foot, six foot two, maybe? – the scion of the Winchester family towered over him by at least a head.
Jaune did his best to steel himself regardless, and though she could admire the resolve he tried putting on, it still looked like a terrier facing down a bear.
"I-I'm not afraid of you, Cardin."
"Oh really? Well, of course! You are the big, bad Huntsman after all. But hey, who am I to judge? Maybe you'll have enough time to call your teammates to do your work for you like they did in Initiation."
"…alright."
As Cardin made to push him once more, she decided to make her presence known and let out a sigh, crossing her arms as the two boys looked over her way.
"Having fun there, Cardin?"
Both Cardin and Jaune quickly glanced at each other before the former roughly wrapped his left arm around the blonde's neck in a crude version of a friendly hug while ignoring his grunts and giving her an award winning, politically friendly smile.
She'd been around her father and Atlesian politicians long enough to see the cruelty through his façade anyway.
"Oh, hey Weiss! So glad you can join us! I'm just teaching Jaune here why teamwork is important to our work as Huntsmen!"
"I see. And such work is best demonstrated by shoving people into walls against their will?"
"No, no, you got it all wrong. We were just having a bit of fun too! After all, can't have a team that can't have a bit of fun together. Isn't that right, Jauney boy?"
"Hrk…"
"Perhaps he would have more fun if you allow him to breathe," Weiss challenged and stepped forward, narrowing her eyes at the much taller male. "You can wait until combat classes tomorrow to get yourself beat in the ring."
"Tch." Cardin let Jaune go none too gently, the blonde stumbling back as he approached her and tilted his head cockily. "Alright, fine. Seems like you Schnees are as cold and bitchy as they say. Enjoy your time together, lovebirds!"
Cardin stepped back and gave them an overdramatized, mocking bow before heading down the hallway. Jaune and Weiss stared after him until he turned a corner and was out of sight, the plodding of his footsteps receding until it left them in complete silence.
She closed her eyes and sighed, attempting to drain the rage in a healthy and nonviolent manner. Jaune did the same, having sat and leaning by the wall.
"This isn't how I expected my first day of classes to end."
Another sigh.
"Breathe, Weiss. Schnees are masters of their emotions."
The heiress opened her eyes and stood over him while he gazed back up at her with resignation. She could empathize with that after having put up with Ruby for the better part of the day.
"No. But then again, it's not like we have full control of the things we'd like, don't we?"
"I…I guess not." Jaune scratched the back of his head. Deep down she was vaguely amused at how dorky and rather…meek he could be, but it did little to hide the fact that the bravado – the confidence – he had shown when they first met was now quite shaken. Taking a closer look at him, she could how see constantly curled and uncurled his fist, and how he too tried to regulate his breathing to stay calm.
Ah, to put on a mask to hide what you really feel. She knew it all too well, from the times should would accept the harshest of punishments from her father, or whenever her mother would ignore her and her siblings and drown herself in alcohol and depression.
And yet, Weiss bitterly thought, what better way to endure it all than to show that you were stronger than it?
Perhaps that was why the sight of Cardin bullying Jaune angered her so – because in her mind, it would've been her father and herself in their shoes. In their moment of weakness which she so desperately tried to hide.
"What are you going to do about it?"
He looked back up at her.
"Huh?"
"It seems like Cardin's made you a target for better or for worse. What will you do about it?"
Jaune gazed in the direction where said bully exited before looking back up at her. "…I won't let it continue. We have combat class with Miss Goodwitch tomorrow, and we'll just settle it there."
"Right."
The blonde shut his mouth then, and they both drifted into weary silence. And yet, as she decided to turn around and leave, he stood up and faced her.
"And you? Are you okay?"
"What? Am I-?"
"…"
"…no."
"Yes. It's getting late and we've had classes all day. I'm just tired and need to get some rest." Weiss replied diplomatically as he looked back at her, an eyebrow raising just barely.
"Well, alright. I'll leave you to it. And again…thank you."
Jaune pursed his lips in what could be called an attempt to tentatively smile and walked past her, leaving the heiress alone in the dusk light of the hallway.
"…"
"…"
"…is it even worth trying to find Professor Port now? I just feel so…spent."
She waited until Jaune's footsteps faded into silence, then turned and headed in the direction of their dorms.
"…good luck, Jaune."
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Light.
Pure white, blinding light assaulted his eyes as he woke up, only to realize as he got used to it that, in fact, he actually hadn't woken up, but was instead back in…whatever dream world his mind took him to when he slept.
Unlike the first time when he met Link, though, this time he was in some sort of forest. Just as ethereal, but as he stood up and walked over to what seemed to be a clearing, he discovered nothing but miles and miles of ocean, its azure expanse stretching into the foggy horizon. Jaune made to step forward were it not for him noticing that he was on top of a cliff, and that said forest was on the peak of an island mountain. He narrowed his eyes to try and look around, and he could make in the distance the shapes of various rooftops.
"Enjoying the view?"
Jaune's eyes widened at the suddenness of the voice, whirling around to see Link sitting on a log, sharpening a blade with a small red Triforce engraved on the guard.
"It's very, um…nice?"
"Yes, it was."
"Oh. What happened?"
"This is a…shadow, a memory of a place long gone by."
"I…see." Jaune gazed back at the small village by the island coast but turned back upon hearing the metallic shing of a sword being brandished. Link took his sword and his shield – which he noticed had a colourful design with a Triforce and a red bird – and faced him directly.
"Fear not, the questions you have will be answered in time. But for now, a test."
Jaune nodded and deployed Crocea Mors and his shield.
"Alright. I…I think I'm ready."
"I see," Link said and walked up to him. He held out his sword, which, after a moment's hesitation, Jaune carefully crossed it with his own, mimicking a warrior's salute.
"And now it begins."
Almost immediately after Link finished speaking, Jaune's eyes widened as Link roughly slammed Crocea Mors to the side and felt the strongest urge to simply just get out of there as he stumbled back and brought his shield up, Link's cross slice screeching along his shield.
His Triforce mark flared to life, immediately burning with a painful intensity he last felt during Initiation.
Link cocked his head sideways as if in confusion before adopting a fighting stance.
Jaune did the same, though not with the same level of confidence as Link did.
"This is your first lesson, Jaune. A sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage."
"You-you've told me that before."
"And now you will learn."
Link began advancing confidently, and as he looked over the brim of his shield, he knew that this would be the toughest fight of his life so far.
/AN\
Welcome back guys to Chapter 6 of A Descendant of Legends!
Here we have a chapter that's a bit slower paced compared to the last one - especially since this isn't action oriented on the scale of Beacon's Initiation - and more focused on building up some of the relationships that Jaune has created over the past couple of chapters. Though Pyrrha and Weiss are the main focus here, I fully intend to put more of Team JNPR and RWBY in future chapters. In addition, while I was writing I was having difficulties on some of the pacing and direction this chapter was going. Though I knew what I wanted to address, I had to rewrite entire segments over the past couple of days until I was satisfied, and on top of midterms and other essays - man, it's exhausting, lol. But I pushed through it to write the best I could under the circumstances while still balancing life.
In any case, once again thank you to all those who have favourited / reviewed the story, and to those who have read the whole story thus far. If there's any criticism / feedback for improvement please don't hesitate to let me know.
See you all at Chapter 7!
Fyr RedNight: Thank you! Glad to know that it flowed smoothly and vividly. But otherwise yes, I understand what you meant about separating Jaune's thoughts from Link's speech in his mind. I've implemented that starting here to clear up confusion between the two. Thanks for pointing it out and see you next chapter!
The Good Life Creator 678: Thanks! One of the things I'd like to keep pushing in this story is the set up, the context, etc as I'd like the readers to be as fully immersed in what's happening and with a solid picture on what it all looks like. I'll do my best to keep it up.
Dragon lord Syed 101: Sorry if it was a bit confusing. Yeah, action can be a bit all over the place and sudden here and there, but I did my best to try to streamline some of the things that can confuse people - namely, differentiating his thoughts and Link's speech in his head. Otherwise, glad to know you enjoyed it, so thanks!
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