A/N: Dredgon-Hmm, the Slain White Tiger leave's me abit troubled. The obvious hint is the death of Byakko, or it could be a red herring and the true casualty being a student of the White Tiger i.e Nala or gods forbid Argent. Or it could be the literal Beast Gods, not the mortal avatars. Or more symbolic, as in, it's literally JUST Jaune with the techniques of all other beast gods, with the White Tiger's being lost, like the technique being unusable by anyone or sacrificed. Probably looking to deep into this.

Prophetic revelations aside, I wonder how the 'Lost Princess of Kiburi' story beat is going to be brought back up, hmm?

*sigh* I wish I could respond to this, but so much of it feels like spoiler bait! I feel like I can't respond to any of this without accidentally spoiling future plotlines. Dammit.

Turbosa22c-Honestly if Byakko dies. I will be okay with that.

One thing I've noticed with the story is that some of the stakes do seem pretty low for the heroes. As everywhere Jaune goes he gets into trouble, almost dies but manages to win and nobody important dies.

Personally I would have Ghira die instead. Just to raise the stakes as well as the emotional toll. Plus this could be Argent's way of seeing that the Huntsman life ain't all sunshine and rainbows.

Sunshine and rainbows? My friend, Arie has suffered PLENTY in the story. He got his ass kicked so hard by a Hound that it nearly put him in a coma. In the Atlantia Arc, he was nearly drowned to death. Hell, near the very beginning, he nearly fell to his death with his dad when they fought an entire army's worth of thugs and crooks.

Arie knows how dangerous being a Huntsman is. I still remember one of my favorite lines his old man said to the kiddo: "No one has the power to save everyone, not even me"-Jaune Salem Arc, King of Grimm, Ch 41. This was after they found a corpse and Argent wondered if they were able to save him had they been faster.

Just because Arie is a happy-go-lucky kid doesn't mean he's an idiot who sees Huntsmen's work as a game. He knows how dangerous it is and how people's lives are in his hands. He's saved plenty to realize that, and has already tasted failure. Still... that doesn't mean the boy can't learn even more.

Besides, since I created Noire, I kinda need Ghira to be the boy's mentor. Grandpa is more politician than warrior, so little Noire needs someone to look up to if he's to be the future Young Master of Menagerie.

U Honest-Huh. I get why you used these particular verses, but ironically, they're just as much of a critique of RWBY itself.

I mean, Blake is married to a woman, so she literally has no husband. Though, I'm guessing you mostly meant these as critiques against Jaune. Still, these verses BRUTALIZE RWBY itself. The Romans verses themselves pretty much say the RWBY universe is nothing but sin. Kinda makes it difficult to defend ANYTHING I write for RWBY now.

So, I won't defend it. It's evil, it's sinful, and technically blasphemous.

But it's a story I enjoyed writing, and a story I need to finish.

Me: This Man Gets It.. I appreciate your honesty and I do agree That RWBY Series Is a complete abomination... So perhaps someday you'll be able to Consider makimh RWBY AU as a Fanfic Without Jaune Being Whoremonger... Despite my gripes with Your Jaune actions in This story... I commend you on your commitment to writing a story.

Perhaps You probably might not shy away of the consequences of Jaune actions And that it is complete weakness for a women... Perhaps you might consider giving Jaune opportunity to be the father to the children He did not know about

Oh, that's actually a major part of Jaune's character. When I started writing KOG, one of the major themes I wanted was to make sure Jaune wasn't like other fathers portrayed in the media.

I didn't want him to be a mentally retarded idiot like Peter Griffin, Homer Simpson, or Richard Watterson. I didn't want him to be an abusive asshole that you wanted to beat to death like Peter Griffin. I wanted to write it so Jaune would show that he genuinely loves his children unconditionally, unlike Homer Simpson (I know Bart's a brat but you also see that he's unironically brilliant and is literally being held back by his own family). And I wanted to write Jaune as a true role model, the true definition of a father, someone who is worth loving an respecting. Basically the exact opposite of that moron, Richard Watterson.

And Jaune would genuinely be happy to be a father to his children, but be furious that they were kept a secret from him. Look at how he reacted when he found out Sparrow was his son. He was LIVID when he found out Raven had his child and willingly kept him a secret just because she didn't want Jaune to be a father to their son. Her excuse was that she was afraid Jaune would raise Sparrow to be a hero like him, and take away her ideal heir. Of course, Jaune and Raven reconciled over that, but that was still a crappy move, Rav.

Jaune was pissed at Trivia for ghosting him. Imagine how angry he'll be when he finds out they had a beautiful daughter together that was kept a secret from him!

Jaune is a good man and a great father, but it really sucks that most of the women he loved AND that had a secret child with him kept the children a secret FROM him. Oh, Jaune is gonna be pissed. But damn, do I love those kids.

People have even told me that Sparrow would make for a great main character... and their right. Hint, hint.

Argent blinked. "When... When the White Tiger was... slain?" Byakko nodded. "But... but that would mean-"

"In the near future, I will be slain."

"But... but that isn't right. . . THAT'S NOT RIGHT," Argent went as he stood up. "YOU'RE THE STRONGEST FAUNUS ALIVE! EVERY TIME YOU'RE MENTIONED, PEOPLE TALK ABOUT YOU LIKE YOU'RE ON THE SAME LEVEL AS MY DAD! MY AUNT BLAKE RESPECTS YOU! YOU'RE STRONGER THAN MY FAVORITE TEACHER! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE BEST OF THE BEST! THE STRONGEST OF THE BEAST GODS! HOW COULD YOU BE KILLED?!"

"My boy, no one can remain at the top for eternity. In fact, my greatest student thrives somewhere in the world, having long surpassed me already. Like everyone else, my time will come to an end. Just as it may... MAY one day come for your father. It is why the next generation exists and why we do our best to teach, train, and prepare them for the future in store for them. If those who come after us surpass us, then we have succeeded. I know my daughter will bring honor to the Tiger God Style once she inherits the name Byakko, but the more who know the secrets of the art, the better. The fewer who know of it, the more likely it will vanish from the pages of history. It's one of the many reasons I wish for you and your father to learn the ways of the Tiger God."

Argent stared at the Faunus before looking at Ghira. "Grandpa?"

Ghira sighed. "I was skeptical at first as well. Byakko, the greatest of Faunus, being slain? Honestly, I would sooner believe that Lady Mahina would go peacefully in her sleep."

"Ghira," Byakko went in a dissatisfied tone.

"I understand that my phrase is uncouth, but the truth is that even I have doubts about your death. However, your dreams have always come to pass in one way or another. In my opinion, the only being that the hero clad in darkness could possibly describe is-"

"My dad." The Faunus men looked at Argent, whose eyes were wide with horror. "D-Does that mean... it's OUR fault that you're going to die?"

Byakko sighed. "Child, fate is a mysterious, unforgiving, and often cruel mistress. No one can truly predict it and certainly cannot control it. The fact your father will be nearby at my death is purely coincidental. Or rather, necessary. In my dream, your father was fighting a powerful storm with a powerful beast within, five great beasts at his side."

"The Beast Gods."

"Precisely. However, that dream has a second meaning. Do you know what it is?"

Argent thought about it for a bit before it hit him. "He couldn't do it alone."

Byakko chuckled. "Your father is doing a fine job indeed. You are wise for one so young. Your father is powerful, true, but he has proven to not be invincible. His defeat at the vile hands of the Grand King Thulhu is proof of this. And before that monstrosity, he tried to take on the Elder Ice Dragon alone, and it nearly cost his life. Farther in the future, I have no doubt that your father will be an unbeatable, unstoppable force of nature, capable of challenging the very gods themselves, but he is still a man of limitations at this moment. He can't win alone."

Argent thought about it. Thinking what the dream could mean. "A storm with a monster inside." Argent gasped. "The Mo'o!"

"So you came to that conclusion as well, huh? I'm honestly disappointed you're not my grandson by blood," Ghira chuckled.

"Master Byakko, you said you were going to take part in the extermination mission, right?"

"I am."

"Why?! The monster in your dream HAS to be the Mo'o! You shouldn't take part in this mission!"

"My boy, are you telling me to run away from the beast because of a mere dream?"

"You yourself said your dreams are never wrong. They always come true in one way or another. This thing might be too strong to kill even with my dad around! Why run toward death?!"

"There are many answers to that question, my boy. Very few have ever been able to defy destiny. I am not one of them. Your father is one of the few who can say they have defied fate."

"Huh?"

"The Curse of Salem is now well known. Unwanted immortality forced upon her by the gods."

"But my dad and mom... my dad and moms beat that curse." Argent's eyes widened. "You think my dad can prevent your death," Argent asked excitedly.

Byakko shook his head. "I do not."

"Huh?"

"My boy, in my dream, the beasts weren't just fighting alongside the warrior. They were PROTECTING him."

Argent was hit by realization. "Oh. . . You... might prevent my dad from dying."

Byakko nodded while Ghira looked down sadly.

"There's... nothing we can do to change it?"

"Even I have no answer for such a question." Argent looked down. "Fate is not something that can be changed so easily. It can be avoided at times, but those are few and far between. Death welcomes all. And to add to that, I am old. If this mission does not take my life, time will eventually do so in the end. That is why I wish for my martial arts to live on. Not through only my daughter, not through skilled Faunus, but for worthy humans as well. What say you, child?"

Argent's eyes were hidden by his hair. He was quiet for a bit. Ghira was a bit worried by the length of Argent's thought process. This was an amazing opportunity. A human being taught by the greatest of Faunus and learning a Faunus martial art? It's history in the making. Argent made it better by already being taught the Shark God Style. Tiger God would make the boy enter the realm of legend.

However, learning that his arrival might have inadvertently caused someone else's death? Such knowledge could erode the resolve of those with weaker spirits.

Fortunately, Ghira's fears were dashed when Argent looked up with a determined look. "Master Byakko, please, teach me the Tiger God Style!"

Byakko looked into Argent's eyes. Those beautiful yet fiery eyes of silver. In those silvery eyes, as brilliant and beautiful as the moon itself, Byakko saw what was most needed for those training in the Tiger God Style. The eyes of a warrior. He saw before him a boy who could grow up to be his father's worthy heir and successor. The next guardian and protector of Remnant itself.

Argent Arc truly had the Eye of the Tiger.

Byakko smirked in approval. "I look forward to teaching you, my young cub."

Jaune's eyes widened when he saw eight massive snake heads rush towards him, all of them roaring. He got ready to defend himself.

He kicked the first head away, the head vanishing. The second one tried to bite him, but he jumped past its fangs, the head vanishing. He punched the third one, but the fourth one was able to slam into him from behind. The fifth one bit him before moving upward where the final three were waiting. The three heads roared, baring their fangs before all three slammed into him, crashing him into the ground in an epic explosion.

Then, Jaune gasped, eyes wide, panting heavily, back on the ground.

A shadow loomed over him, the hero looking up at the beautiful, smiling Peela. "Did you enjoy yourself, handsome?"

"What... the hell... was that?"

"That was the Ultimate Technique of the Snake God Style, Orochi no Yattsu Atari."

"The Eight Strikes of Orochi."

"Mhm. I take it Inai was the one who told you?"

"How did you know?"

"It was either her or Kai. Lady Mahina isn't that talkative about the other styles. Besides, it's obvious you're friends with the Howl Family already," Peela said as she held out her hand. Jaune accepted the gesture as the beauty helped him to his feet.

Jaune rubbed his neck, making his joints pop a bit. "Even though it was just a mental image, it was still insane to experience. Is it that crazy in real life?"

"It depends on the user. Mine is... sadly not that powerful. Still, if I used it, I would have destroyed my precious dojo, and I can't do that, now can I?"

"Then thank the God of Animals for Meditative Visualization. My body's still vibrating from the experience," Jaune said as he held up his arms. "Though, it doesn't look like you're in a much better shape."

Peela giggled. "You notice, did you," she said as she held up her arm, the muscles visibly convulsing. "Kai and Inai told you the downsides of their techniques, right?"

"The Drought does what its name implies, taking up all the water in the area, effectively weakening the Shark God Style. Phoenix Down is one hell of a double-edged sword. If you don't time it right, you could get caught in the explosive crash landing and damage yourself as much as your victim. In some cases, even worse."

"An A+ for Mr. Arc," Peela said as she clapped, only to hiss in pain from her still pulsing muscles, one even seemingly spasming out. "This is the Eight Strike's weakness. Muscle spasms. The Secret Technique of the Snake God uses literally every single muscle in our arms, down to the very fibers connected to the bone. Even the contortion of the Titanoboa can't compare to the contraction of Eight Strikes. You also need to use the muscles in your back and shoulders to properly use the move, meaning that your entire torso will be in pain. Another weakness is that you need to properly measure your own strength. Why do you think that is?"

Jaune took a moment to think. "Because a miscalculation could cause muscular destruction."

"Bingo. One wrong move, and you'd literally be tearing your muscles to shreds. Sadly, I haven't just heard stories of such a thing happening, I've seen it firsthand. Ironically, the victim was trying to use it on me."

"What?"

Peela giggled. "You know that I'm one of the more controversial Beasts Gods, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Because of your..." Jaune looked over Peela's erotic body, blushing at the mere memory of her seduction. "Personality," he said as he stared at her legs. He jumped when her hand motioned for him to look up.

"And because of that, one of Lady Viper's previous students didn't really care for me, especially since he was supposed to be her successor."

"He?"

Peela shrugged. "His name was Cobra. Really skilled. Not to brag, but he was nothing compared to me. I was just a natural genius."

"Not to brag, huh," Jaune said with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

Peela giggled before her smile became somber. "He really hated me. It was that rage against me that made him screw up the Eight Strikes of Orochi. Now, he can't ever use his arms ever again. Can't properly stand with a messed up back either. The only parts he can freely move are his legs and head. Not much good that would do. He lost his martial arts that day and practically became a shell of his former self. Spends all day in his hut, just staring off into space."

"That's... depressing."

"But also a warning of the dangers of the Eight Strike's technique. Though, I don't think you have to worry about it."

"You saying that because of what I am?"

"Honestly, yes. Your body heals at a much faster rate than anyone else, and that's without Aura. I understand it's nothing compared to Salem's, but you can still recover from injuries that even a Lizard Faunus wouldn't be able to walk away from. That monstrous level of Aura you have doesn't hurt much either. Aura is also a key factor in the Eight Strikes. In all of the Secret Techniques, actually. The image I showed you may have been just an example, but I have no doubt that yours will be just as powerful as that. With you, it might be even stronger."

"Stronger, huh," Jaune said as he held up his arms. "Maybe it will be strong enough to take care of the Mo'o."

"I guess we'll find out on the mission," Peela shrugged.

Jaune looked at her. "Are you sure you want to participate in it? This is one hell of a monster, and I don't really have the best track record against giant monsters so far."

Peela giggled before she rubbed Jaune's chin. "Then it's a good thing I'll be there to protect you."

Jaune blushed. "Uh, t-the other gods and Nim will be there."

"Mhm. But who's to say they'll be there when you need them? I'll be sure to be right... there. Just... Trust. In. Me," she said seductively before she pressed a pressure point near his stomach.

Jaune then felt a surge.

"Hm? Is something wrong, handsome?"

"I-I..."

"Hm?"

Peela's eyes then widened when Jaune pushed her away. "I NEED MY WIFE! SEE YOU ON THE MISSION," Jaune called as he practically teleported out of Peela's hut.

She pouted. "So close."

Meanwhile, in the Belladonna estate, Nimueh and Kali were in the kitchen as Kali was teaching Nim another new dish before the beautiful spirit sighed.

"Hm? Something wrong, Nimueh," Kali asked.

"Three. Two. One."

Kali jumped when she heard the door slam open. She was then surprised when Jaune appeared at the kitchen doorway, panting heavily. Kali then got a whiff of Jaune, her body tingling by the scent of his lust.

Jaune then lifted Nimueh bridal style in the blink of an eye. "SORRYFORINTERUPPTINGBUTIREALLYNEEDHERRIGHTNOW!BYE," Jaune went before he vanished.

Kali didn't even have a chance to reach out, but she did anyway. "C-Can I join," she asked as her ears drooped down.

Blake was in a meeting with some of the builders of Menagerie, helping make plans for the new cliffside village. She was a pretty good architect. Yang joked it was thanks to her reading all the time, but that wasn't entirely untrue. She has read books that went into vivid detail about how castles or mansions were built. She even read architectural courses to see if they might inspire different backgrounds for her stories, and they did.

"And that's where the lookout tower should be," Blake said as she pointed at the map.

"Dangerously close to the cliff," a muscular Hawk Faunus said.

"True, but it gives a great vantage point. Menagerie will drastically increase in value once we've finished uncovering the oases and building the villages. The world may have drastically improved, but there are still plenty of bigots with a prejudice against the Faunus who would gladly take our home away from us. Just look at what happened to Vytal."

"Well, we have some of the best fighters in the world here. They're teaching the freakin' Grimm King, after all," a Rabbit Faunus said.

"And the world is creating incredible weapons that keep getting stolen and used against innocents. Just like we can't rely on Jaune for everything, we can't place all of the burden of protecting the island on the Beast Gods. EVERYONE needs to be ready to protect the island, by any means. This means Menagerie also needs to vastly improve its technological and societal structure. In terms of tech, Menagerie is behind the entire world. Even Vaccuo is more advanced."

"I'm sorry to inform you, Lady Blake, but we have no means of technological improvement," an Orangutang Faunus said.

"That's because we never had the chance before. The Faunus have been oppressed for years, even in our own homes. But now opportunity is rushing toward us. Lady Rain herself is planning to build a factory here if all goes well. Jobs, innovations, opportunities, all of that an more will be given to us if she successfully builds a Mustang Factory here in Menagerie. We need to make sure the island is safe for her arrival and for our new homes."

"That's where we come in," Howl said as he pointed at the center of the map. "We'll take care of the overgrown salamander."

"Hey," a Salamander Faunus went.

"Sorry, bub."

"Whatever," he shrugged.

"Anyway, once we get rid of the Mo'o and take care of the Devil Dragon problem, Menagerie will be seein' nothin' but blue skies and rainbows."

"We just need you and your wife to take care of a legendary monster," a Badger Faunus said.

"We can take it."

"Or rather, Arc can," an old Goat Faunus went, getting everyone's attention. "What? We're all thinking it. The Grimm King is actually helping us. With him around, we can handle the future."

"That's the problem," Blake began. "He's not going to be around forever. You're talking like we're going to rely on him to fix all our problems. Jaune is powerful and influential, but we can't rely on him for everything."

"Why not," a Cat Faunus asked. "He's been fixing our problems left and right ever since he got here. He found the oases, brought us a Diablos, gave us a chance to colonize the rest of Menagerie, and he's the reason Lady Rain is thinking about building a factory here to begin with. Hell, he's the one who's leading the mission against the Mo'o. He's making our lives easier, so I say why not let him?"

"Because he's going to leave Menagerie when all of his business is finished," Blake said, everyone murmuring among themselves now. "You have to remember, Jaune is traveling all over Remnant to get stronger. To master his powers, conquer the Grimm, and become powerful enough to... Anyway, he won't be on the island forever. We need to be able to care for ourselves when he's gone."

"A bit ironic, coming from the woman who doesn't even live on this island anymore," a Bull Faunus went, making the talks stop. "Why are we even listening to you to begin with? You're as much of an outsider as Arc is, if not more."

"Outsider?! I was born and raised in Menagerie! I have every possible right to want to improve this island for everyone! I'm a Belladonna, aren't I?!"

"Were. You WERE a Belladonna, Xiao Long." Blake's ears drooped at that. "You left this island to join Adam's White Fang, and when you came back you left as soon as you got your father's old job back. He stayed behind to help us. What did you do?"

"I... I fought against Salem."

"And after that? Did you come back to help us?"

Blake looked down. "No. I stayed in Vale. I fell in love, alright?!"

"That's your excuse? You could have brought your wife back to live with your people, or would you rather stay with the humans?"

"I'M A HUNTRESS! I WENT WHERE I WAS NEEDED!"

"THEN WHERE WERE YOU WHEN OUR ISLAND WAS INFESTED WITH DEVIL DRAGONS?!" Blake's eyes widened. "DID YOU SAVE US?! NO! ARC SAVED US! A HUMAN! YOU CLAIM TO BE MENAGERIAN, BUT YOU WERE NOWHERE TO BE SEEN WHEN WE NEEDED YOU! AND YOUR FUCKING EXCUSE IS THAT YOU MARRIED A FUCKING HUMAN!? HAH!?"

"ENOUGH," Howl yelled. "That's enough, bub. Leave and cool off."

"Or what, Guard?" A shing was heard. The Bull Faunus looked down to see that Howl's bone claws were out and ready, making the man sweat.

"Or else I'm having steak tonight," Howl said menacingly.

The Bull stared at the much shorter, but far deadlier Faunus in front of him before sucking his teeth and leaving.

Howl retracted his claws before sighing in annoyance. "Sorry about that, Blake."

"Don't be." He looked to see her leaning on the table, head hung over the map. "Nothing he said was wrong."