Well this grew bigger than I would think and I was already working on chapter 2 but university comes again soon so I will not update as often. It was meant to be one shot and then for me to write a similar story where Jaune is the child of tiana Crownguard and his sisters to be fiora vayne lux female garen and so on, but it would seem that idea will have to wait for a while.
A couple of days had passed since the night of the awarding ceremony. When they had gone home that night, his mother decided that it was her turn to try and embarrass him. "So Jaune, I saw you talking with Gerel…" causing her son to blush "I would deffinately not mind some dark haired grandchildren."
"Mom we just talked I am sure theres nothing between us." Whined the young blond.
"But you looked so cute together! I am sure me and her dad can set up some training sessions between the two of you." His mother didn't stop trying to tease him, untill he just ran away. Which didn't stop her from shoutting the final word in. "You will continue the Bloodline, sooner or later!"
While that had been quite the embarassing experience, it had nothing on what was currently going on. The athmosphere in his uncles dwelling was always serene, almost ascetic in the lack of modern appliences. Close to a small forest and a river the place was usually quiet, silence broken only when they trained with their weapons or he was instructed on something he had to practice. With the exception of the occasional visitor his uncle lived alone.
"Jaune, one day me and Aurèle will have to step down, when that day comes you will be the head of the Family." What his grand uncle said came out of nowhere, one momment he is taught in the aura arts, the next he is told that. "Neither me nor him have plans to die yet, and before you ask, no your sisters can not do it. Being the head of the family means to make hard decisions, even ones that might hurt you in the long run. It means you will be the face of the family, and that means you will have to talk infront of crowds, make strategical choices, process information on and off the battlefield. " stopping to breath, the older man looked at him. "Rouje thinks with her fists. Saphron is part of the union and formed her own branch family with your help. Esther hyperfocuses on things. Alicja doesn't think before talking, her directness would be her downfall one day."
"Out of all of this generation, only you can think on your feet how I do it, you don't seem to hold back from fighting dirty. Sometimes In society we must make those dirty decisions what we talk about remains here, no matter what! You understand that right? " after the teen nodded, the older man continued.
"To put it in the perspective, I once had to blackmail and threaten a high ranking union member. You know that back in the day I too was a warior, when my brother and his wife dissapeared without a trace. I had to make a hard choice, Margaret, Maria and Zofia were too young. Maria was still in her cradle. I abandoned everything to raise them. My brothers in arms hated me for it but I believe they understood why I did it." In the older mans voice there was pain and sadness. "I never put down my sword, always kept it on me, even as I worked in an office 12 hours a day, for people who I hated, to put food on the table for them. I did It all, fifteen years without any holidays."
Jaune understood just how much it meant for the usualy stoic man to open like that. While caring for them, his grand uncle usually kept to himself. After remaining silent for a bit the older man continued. "I had to pull as much capital and use as much of our family`s prestige to save your mother and send her to Beacon. It hurt me to exile her, a child I pretty much raised, for 4 years, but it was for her own good. When she came back she was so angry with me but she had grown and matured I like to believe she understood why I did it…" Another silent pause "And in the end I must teach you now."
From that day on before and after his lessons in the usage of aura, his uncle would teach him about strategy, politics, sociology, diplomacy and the principles of warfare. Those lessons after a point became a new reason for him to enjoy the time spent with Młynar Nearl. In those months, almost an year before his departure for Beacon, his school of choice, while combat exercises and sparing were still prelevant, more and more would he focus on equipment maintenance with aunty Maria and philosphy and meditation. He even picked a new weapon to learn in his spare time, getting some practice with the old mace/warpick his mother no longer used. And even modeled once, with his mothers permision, only with the condition it was not overly salacious.
It was the day before he was due to depart that he was to had a final lesson with his grand uncle it went normal untill its end. "Remember jaune, as good as the kingdoms are, they dislike our self-governing and self-sufficiency, they refuse to recognise us and many of them keep quiet about us. Don't trust them too much. Kazimierz may not be perfect, but it is not as corrupt as their councill. A member of the Union will be coming to Vale in the future, to investigate the local white fang branch, who they are and where they are matters not."
On the next day there was lots of hugs, lots of crying, promises to keep in touch, he had seen it while he was growing atleast 7 times.
"My baby boy is going away, Aurele, my only sooon!" the waterworks were going strong this time too, thought Jaune.
"Dear, we talked about this, he is a big boy now. Let him see world and meet new people. Maybe he will meet a nice girl and…" when his mother heard this it would seem a new idea had popped up in her mind. Her crying stopped and she grabbed him by the shoulders, the manic look in Margaret Arc – Nearl would show up in his nightmare for weeks to come.
"Go son. Bring me grandchildren to spoil! The Arc-Nearl bloodline must continue!" the pressure in her voice could make diamonds from the sweat on his body.
"I will keep in touch everyone, I love you all, stay safe my bullhead will be going soon!" an excuse given, as well as kisses on cheecks and hugs, the fully armored arc-knight started waling towards the mode of bullhead that would travel to the kingdoms and carry people in one direction, and whatever the craftsman guild wanted to try and study on the way back.
(Because I am a tallentless hack, I have no idea how to fill this space in. I will drop somebits about him being in vale and then go on with beacon, good? Good.)
Vale was different from his home, while Kazimierz was lively, vale seemed almost overwhelming, truly earning its place as a kingdom. Despite it being the main settlement of the kingdom, to the young knight the defenses of the places seemed almost flimsy, true there were tall and thick walls surrounding it. The walltops seemed almost unimpressive, he could not see any major way of defending them, no cannons or landing pads. Proving to him how his uncle was right of the kingdoms laxity.
Despite the mostly peacefull civilian life in the land of the knights if they were to look to the walls, they would see the defence artilery always pointed to any enemy that would dare aproach their homes. The engineers of clan Victoria, always made sure they are well mainteined, together with the craftsmen guild every new year eve at midnight used one or two of the mighty defence turrets to shoot fireworks and celebrate, only once had he heard their deafening war holws, he did not know what the reason was for them to be used, but was later shown the impact caused by them.
"They are the reason noone dares disturb us, while they are there, none shall crush us." Once master kowal had told him, "They made them to last, after the great war, and they shall outlive me and you boy, probably your descendants too. My own father helped in their building and supply lines."
Another thing that confused him is how the great fei longs and other big water grimm, he had read about, were not an issue to the port nation. But the mysteries of sea travel were something he was not privy to, so he could say naught about them. People seemed to stare at him when he was going about his business, food and entertainment as he had couple of days untill the school year began, despite himself his nerves were all over the place. Reading up the newspaper and feeling up the land as he was told made him aware of how people around saw him and other faunusses. Despite the size of those two different communities there were still tensions that he could see and feel.
It was the morning of the first day of Beacon, putting his ceremonial plate on and packing up his battle plate had been engraved into him by his family, if one was to see him on that morning they would wonder, why does this armored faunus was lugging a twin massive suitcases, but as this was the capital, for them that was for sure not even the strangest thing in that day. Atleast that was what Jaune thought. After putting his baggage into the bullhead, he stepped in the passanger space, and no matter what his nerves took over him.
The view of beacon might have been amazing for the young Arc-nearl, if he wasn't nervous about the people around him, what if he makes a fool of himself in front of all of them. Feeding a negative feedback loop and the shakes of the flying bullhead didn't help him keep his breakfast on the inside.
When he got his bearing back, unlike the breakfast he could never get back, it would forever be owned by that trash can, and on whoever and whatever was in that blast zone. And speaking of blast zones, he heard an explosion. As he approached Jaune saw a white dressed short girl leaving behind the crater and the laying in it another short young girl, and as a well raised knight he could not leave a maiden in peril.
"You okay there? Im Jaune." holding out a hand to help her stand up.
"Arent you the guy who threw up?" trully beacon would be an experience testing him.
"Nerves and motion sickness I guess?" gone were any hopes to look cool infront of the people, god people were going to remembber him as a vomit boy. As the social dread was settling in, the training his uncle put him through kicked in.
"I am sorry for calling you vomit boy, it was just first thing that came to mind."
"The name is Jaune Arc-nearl." Deciding to omit the pick up lines his father gave him back in the day. And the girl was most likely not going to be impressed by them.
"I am Ruby Rose and I Have this!" bringing out a mechashiting weapon that almost hit him. Despite the armor on himself he moved aside as the thing looked quite sharp.
"It's a scythe."
"Its also a customizable sniper rifle!" filing that under the things to remember for future use, a pretty unusual combination of close and long ranged weapons.
"I have what you can see on me" pointing to the sword on his hip and the shield on his back.
"Just that?" asked the gobsmacked Ruby, becoming even more confused as she got a confirming nod.
"They have been in my family for a long time, the sword was used by my great grandfather in the war"
"Nothing wrong with the classics anyway!" decided to say the young reaper before focusing on more important matters "So which way is the assembly hall?"
"I don't know, I was following you." The sense of dread started building again, he was about to be late for a school that hadnt even started yet. Before starting to run towards the most ceremonial looking of buildings. A part of him noted that Ruby was close by him as they came in to a big hall with a podium in it.
On it a woman that looked familiar for some reason, stood together with a man he recognised from descriptions given from his sisters, Ozpin, the headmaster of Beacon.
As Ruby left to go to her sister and subsequently talk to the white clad girl from earlier, that upon closer inspection, wore the insignia of the Schnee family. Deciding it best to just listen in for now. "…Like tall blonde and armored over there…" well that might have been uncalled for.
And then the headmaster held a speech that his education summarized in a voice sounding somewhere between Rouge and uncle Młynar. "You think you are and know shit, but you aint. You will sleep in the ballroom, go and socialise, I don't care."
After dinner he changed in comfortable clothes, put his attire in the locker provided to him, barely managing to stuff everything in. and headed to the ballroom where he focused on meditation for atleast half an hour before bed.
Next update: when I have free time from work and university.
I fear I make Mlinar too much of an influence on Jaune in this story, I would still like to hear what you people think.
OMAKE:
"You don't understand Pyrrha! Its arc-knight time" said Jaune the Arc knight before arknighting all over his enemies.
Review answering:
Frosts: I don't know, while your idea has a lot of potential I don't think I can write that myself. Another reason is that the only Abyssal Hunter I can see having and raising a child is Ulpian. Or if you mean Jaune being an abyssal hunter himself, I don't like that faction enough to know their lore.
Ghostly: while possible they could be mentioned, I am not sure how I can fit them as they are from the Nearl generation, maybe their children?
MrWolfDog: adictions are bad you should seek some help, as for pumping this story yeah…
InsaneDingo7244: you might have to wait for a while after this as my last semester in university starts soon.