A/N: Hello, my friends, and welcome to yet another new story. And, guess what? It's another Harem! Hope you enjoy it. Just some setting things up in this chapter. We'll have some humor next time. Enjoy!
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The Golden Knight and his Awkward Maidens
Welcome to the illustrious Adventurer Academy of Beacon! Where our faculty teaches the next generation of heroes and adventurers the ropes before they set out of their very own adventures.
Will you be the next Hero?
Watch as Weiss, a powerful Snow Elf Mage, who's more likely to blow herself up than actually cast a spell; Ruby, a natural Ranger who can outrun the Wind, when she isn't tripping over her own cape; Yang, the mighty Barbarian, who sets fire to everything around when she Rages; and, Blake, a stealthy Faunus Rogue, who's somehow afraid of her own shadow.
And, Jaune, the goofy, low-class knight who's been put in charge of them all. God, help him.
He dug his boots into the muddy ground as he fought to remain upright as an arcing beam of lightning struck his shield. He groaned, grunting, as he forced the powerful Paladin Class Smite off of his shield. And glared at his opponent from behind his shield.
Gil Arc belted a laugh out boisterously as he faced off with his son and said, "Good, Jaune! Good! That's just what I wanted to see! Now, here I go again! Try and hold this back, if you can! Haahh!"
Jaune cursed bitterly to himself as he blocked the next attack in a series of the same from his father. They had been going on like this for over an hour now, ever since his acceptance to Beacon had come in the mail; his father, the most famous Paladin in all of Vale, if not the world beyond, having wanted to see how far his training had come.
While he had blocked every attack with the Unbreakable Crocea Mors, he had yet to land a single blow in return. Just like always.
Finally, his father stopped his relentless assault. But only when his mother, Isabella Arc, had called them in for lunch.
His father had walked up to his side and clapped him on the shoulder, smiling with pride. He had almost buckled under the mighty blow, his knees weak from their "sparring". "Hehehahah! That's my boy! Strong as an Old Oak!" Gil boomed forth, pride in his only son evident in his every manner. "You're well on your way to being a Knight like myself. One day, I'm sure you'll advance to that of a Paladin, too!"
"Heh, yeah, dad. That's, what I want." Jaune replied softly, scoffing silently at the idea that someone like him could ever advance to so rare a Class.
Gil continued to laugh uproariously as he led them into the massive keep that was the Chateau d'Arc. Already the rest of Jaune's family, his seven older sisters, all fully ranked Knights themselves, was sitting around the dining room, waiting on the servants to set it up for their luncheon.
Jaune tried to smile genuinely at them all as they greeted him nearly as boisterously as their father, but he couldn't help but feel pathetic in some way, like he was beneath them all. He looked at them as he sat down at his allocated spot.
Other kids in the villages had bullied him for being weak, for being what he was, an Arc. But a poor excuse for one. And because of that, his sisters had learned to be overprotective of him, forcing the other kids to leave him alone, on pain of injury.
And, later, on pain of death. Not that that had ever happened thankfully.
Jaune frowned at that.
Jaune wasn't just some random kid, he was an Arc. A Nobleborn. An aristocrat. A son of Knights and Heroes going back into the days of yore.
And there was only one option for such as he. To be a hero just like them.
It wasn't that he hated all the love and affection they had heap on him over years, especially as he knew why. Jaune was the only Arc in two hundred years to be diagnosed with an illness. Asthma. Childhood Asthma, specifically.
It had gone away as he got older, but in his youth it had made it hard for him to compete in any type of sport, let alone train with his family. It had made him special, and not in a good way.
Made it near impossible for him to become what he wanted to be, because he did want to be a hero like the rest of his family. Just not like them. He didn't want to fight in wars and lead men to their deaths while he was congratulated for their victories like his father. He didn't want to guard towns and keeps and caravans from bandit kings and queens like the Branwens like his sisters or mother.
He wanted to do it his way, and his family, while affectionate, refused to accept that.
It had taken years of grueling training with his father and siblings, of showcasing them his level of competence and willingness to fight them before they relented, and allowed him to go to Beacon, as an Adventurer-in-training.
He could see that while they were proud of him, they still weren't happy about his choice. He knew, as they knew, that with him going to Beacon they could no longer look after him, watch over him. He would be on his own for the first time in his twenty-two years of life.
And he was looking forwards to it.
/ /
Weiss Schnee, her pointed Elf ears tinged red, swallowed nervously as she waited for her turn. She had been reviewing her notes for thirty minutes now and she was sure that this time she would make it.
She would pass the Magical College Entrance Exams.
It was only the fifth time. It would surely happen.
Her Mother, Willow Schnee, was the Great White Witch and Master of the Circle in Atlas. Her sister, Winter Schnee, was the Legendary White Witch in charge of the Atlesian Armed Forces, the mightiest Magical Army in Remnant.
She, Weiss Schnee, would not be left behind. Not this time.
Not again.
She swallowed again and felt her magic sparkle in her palms before she clenched her hands into fists tightly as she saw the doors before her open and the last applicant leave in tears even as the next one entered with a swallow.
As the door closed she let out a sigh of relief and unclenched her hands as they began to ache. She could do this. All she had to do was just focus on the spells, not looked at the Master Mages and Wizards supervising the exam.
Her magic was among the most potent in Remnant, after all. She was already an Adventurer-in-training at Beacon, even if she didn't have a team yet. She refused to think about why that was.
So what, if, when she got nervous, she couldn't recited the incantations correctly and, things got explosive. The results of her training would show today!
She just knew it.
The doors opened again. This time, for her.
She stood and entered.
/ /
Ruby Rose looked to the Elder holding the red flag, waiting for the start. She grinned as she got ready, already in position. This would be her last activity with the rest of her pack before she went back to Beacon as a Adventurer-in-training.
If it was a full moon right now, her black and red wolf tail would be wagging in excitement. This time, this time she wouldn't embarrass herself. She would win.
She had gone over the trail for weeks now, finding every pitfall and tripping hazard. Her blood red cape wouldn't get tangle up this time. Not in her feet, and not on any stupid branches either.
She was going to win this race, and get the prize!
She felt her mouth water at that. A life tiem supply of cooked venison and beef! Oh, she couldn't wait!
Now, if only she knew how to cook.
She shrugged at that. Oh, well. She'd just have to eat it raw then.
"Are you ready to eat my dust, again, Rose?" Sneered the stinky male next to her as he elbowed his way in between her and the female next to her.
Ruby gave him a dead-panned look, her silver eyes shining in the light. "Please," she sniffed. "As if you have any chance against me in this."
"Hah! That's rich, coming from you, of all people!" Jeered the clanmate to her left. "You might be the fastest out of all of us here, but means nothing when you fall on your face every other minute!"
"Yeah," Sneered another further down the line. "You might be the best tracker out of all the females here, but you'll never get a Mate. Just like you've never completed a Hunt, you' ll never win this race!"
The group of young Werewolves all laughed and jeered at their awkward packmate.
"Hah!" Ruby replied flippantly, even as she tried to hide the hurt. "As if I'd want any of you stinky butts for a Mate, anyway!"
"Oh, and what do you want, Rubes?" Asked one of the others after they had all quieted down.
Ruby didn't say anything as the Elder dropped the flag and she took off, faster than her clanmates, faster even than the wind.
/ /
Blake Belladonna did her best not to sneeze as she crept through the darkened room. She liked the Dark. Dark was good.
It meant that she couldn't see it.
She just had to be quiet and gather the treasure without alerting the guards or triggering an alarm. Easy as pie. She was an accomplished thief after all, as well as being a Cat Faunus.
Her stealth skills were unmatched.
Once she did this last little bit, her future was assured. She could apply for any Thieves' Guild in the Kingdom. Perhaps even further away.
It be nice to go back home to Menagerie. Ilia would be there, and she loved Ilia. Maybe her parents would even had time to spare to see her.
She sighed softly at that.
It was hard ruling over a nation, even if it was just an island nation like Menagerie. And her parents were very busy.
Then she frowned as she began to pick the lock to the room before her. Of course, if she came home then her mother would insist on asking if she found anyone interesting out here in Vale. As if there was a human that she could find attractive like that.
Pity that. It meant that once more her parent's would try to put her with one of the other Faunus Lordlings' children. Like General Khan's adopted son, Adam. She so wasn't looking forwards to that.
Maybe, she wouldn't go back just yet.
She opened the door and glanced inside. Quiet, and, more importantly, Dark. Good.
She slipped inside and closed the door behind her before making her way to the desk and the small, gold chest on it. Her eyes glittered as she took it in.
That alone was worth several hundred, if not thousands of Lien. Just think of all the fish she could eat with that! She almost squeed with pleasure at the thought.
Then she shook her head and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth as she started on the intricate lock, fantasying on fish, and who she might share it with.
/ /
Yang Xaio Long was angry. Not all that uncommon of an occasion for the half-Sun Dragon, but still. She was angry.
And, it had to do with the line today.
Just why was the local eatery so dang busy?! didn't they know who was in line here?!
She was Yang Xaio Long, Daughter of Taiyang Xaio Long, The Sun Dragon, Despot and Ruination of Patch Island. I mean, yeah. He hadn't done anything very Ruining in the last five hundred years. And, yeah, he didn't really Despot anymore, but still!
It was the principle of the thing.
And, Yang, wasn't having it today.
She was having just the worst day, too! Now that she thought about it, that is.
First some idiot woke her up five minutes earlier than normal this afternoon after they and their partners-yes, partners!-decided to have some Me time. She had been polite, too! At first, she had only banged on the wall, telling to keep it down.
But, nooo. The little she-elf had decided to start shrieking as one of her partners went down on her just right-as if Yang even knew what that meant!
Damn it! She just wanted to get some sleep after fighting off a Gnoll invasion for the past week out in the Valean Frontier-and the towns she had guarded hadn't even paid her for it. What did it matter that she wasn't an official Adventurer yet, they could still have paid her.
Wasn't her fault she had burned all their villages down in doing so. They shouldn't make villages out of burnable material!
So, she had gotten mad, and set the building on fire. It made her feel better at being woken up so rudely. Especially, as she watch the elf, and her tiny ta-tas, run out of the building in a panic with three men, an orc, and a goblin, all nude.
Of course, now Yang had been evicted after setting the place on fire for the five time in a month, although, that might have more to do with her completely burning the building down this time. But, regardless, Yang was out of a place to stay, and with barely any money to boot.
Now, she would have to find some place else to stay.
But everywhere she turned they were all closed. No vacancies. No spare rooms. Not even when she put the moves on the clerks, both male and female, did they relent.
She sighed at that. She guessed she'd just have to go stay at the Academy after all. Pity. She liked her own space, as a Dragon, after all.
And, she needed to go check in while there was room otherwise she'd be SOL. But, this damned line was taking too long!
Yang felt her cat-slit lavendar eyes glow red and took a deep breath in as she tried to reign herself in. If she got angry now, she might not get anything to eat today, and that just wouldn't do.
Still, though, she felt the Rage beginning to boil over.
A/N: Hello again, I do hope you enjoyed this. I know I did. There will be more story chapters for other stories coming in soon, whether tomorrow or some other time this week. I won't say which as a surprise, and also, because I'm not finished with them yet. But, I will say there will, hopefully, be two chapters for one and one for another, but that's it!
Alright, love y'all. Take care!
Essiter out!