A/N: Once more, we're sticking with the "Embers" rule for this story.
If folks don't like this, it'll be deleted. Meaning that if the story itself ain't popular? POOF! Gone. Completely. So by all means, speak up! Your voice matters! Make yourself heard! As ever, reviews are the fuel that sustain me. Without them I cannot write a single word. Simple as that.
I'm not joking.
Now lets move onto your questions:
Q: Question. Did Naruto spend ALL that time in Ansel? Did he really not venture out into the wide world? Not even once?
A: Read and see for yourself~!
Q: What's the pairing for Jaune?!
A: Well, I suppose that depends on the feedback/reviews now, doesn't it? Needless to say our boy's attracting a fair bit of attention...but will it be reciprocated? He's not dense by any means or measure, he simply doesn't know what to do in such a situation.
Q: Why is Kurama with Jaune?!
A: Technically speaking, he's connected to all the Arc children. Chakra is a two way street, after all.
Q: An Arc is always prepared?
A: Alright, you win. That's going to become a saying.
Q: Wait! How special is Jaune?!
A: The funny thing is, Jaune only thinks he's weak. Compared to most students, hell, even Huntsmen? He's pretty damn strong.
Naturally it helps that Naruto and Juniper trained him in every conceivable way they could; making him more versatile than his own specialized siblings. Heavy weapons training? Check! Sage arts? Check! Swordsmanship? Check! I could say more, buuuuut...
...well. I'll let the chapter speak for me.
Q: Is Jaune's weapon what I think it is?!
A: It has a mechashift and multiple forms, much like Pyrrha's. No simple short and shield for Jaune! As to the how, its been hinted that Naruto's made some connections in Remnant. Powerful connections. His weapon's true form is, well, something we all know and love, something he isn't fond of using unless he absolutely has to.
Q: Is initiation going to go as planned?
A: Consider this a light version of Canon!Initiation...with hilarious results.
Alright them, I think I've kept you long enough.
As ever, I own no references, quotes, themes or memes. Now off we go.
I think...we'll go with "Just" for the titles from here on out. Feels right at this point.
"You know what they say...like father, like son. Y'see, I raised that boy. Taught him everything I could.
I only want the best for him. That's why I push him so hard. Because you see...
...one day...someday soon..Jaune's going to be something special."
~Words of a Father.
Just a Little Restraint
"Well," Jaune blanched, "That's a rather large Grimm."
"Meh." Kurama uttered a jaw-popping yawn in the back of his head. "I've seen bigger."
Jaune retreated slowly as he dared, trying his best not to draw attention to himself. The Deathstalker was nothing short of massive; its stinger was as large as he was tall, and the beast larger still. As he looked on aghast at the creature he'd inadvertently woken, it raised its pincers, lifted its many eyes toward the sky and uttered a keening cry to the heavens. It wasn't even aware of them; too busy screaming at the sky as it was.
"Everyone, back away slowly." Pyrrha whispered through grit teeth. "I don't think its noticed us yet. We might be able to get away...
It wouldn't work, Jaune knew. Whatever was occupying it now wouldn't last. The creature was simply too large to miss them.
"R-Right." Nora grimaced, her enthusiasm dashed in the face of such a monstrosity. "Backing away...
Jaune flung a thought inward. "Hey, Kurama, I don't suppose you could-
"No, no, no." his uncle's reply was nothing short of smug. "This one's on you, boy. You wanted to step out into the big wide world. You wanted to test your might? Well here you are." he had the strangest impression the bastard was grinning. "Your father could squish that thing without my help AND both hands tied behind his back. Lets see how well you fare by yourself."
The boy bridled. I suddenly regret everything.'
Nora coughed once, suddenly snapping him back to reality.
"Hey, maybe its grateful...?" Jaune and Pyrrha turned a bland look on her and she wilted a little. "I mean, it'd still be trapped in that cave if we hadn't woke it up...
A low rumble was their only warning.
As luck would have it, the Deathstalker was not thankful for its newfound freedom. Quite the contrary. It was rather miffed that someone had woken it up at all. So much so, that it decided to take its fury out on the three humans before it. Or rather, the closest human to hand. Its rightmost claw swept down, whipping toward Pyrrha with blinding speed.
For the first time since Jaune had met her, the redhead absolutely froze.
In his mind's eye he saw her crushed in its grasp. No!
Time slowed to a crawl in his mind's eye.
He moved without thought for himself, bodily shouldering her aside at the last instant.
"Jaune?!"
Her cry fell upon deaf ears. To her it must've looked like he'd thrust himself between her and certain doom.
'Right, I can do this...just gotta hold back a little.' he closed his eyes and marshaled his focus. 'Restraint.' his body took a low stance, responding to age-old stimuli. 'Don't use everything you have.' he swept his shield up onto his back and braved the blade with both hands. 'Don't stand out. Just be like the huntsmen you saw on the television. Restraint!'
Its claw swept down on him in a blur of black and white.
Crocea Mors arced up to meet it; even as it flew, its once humble form shifted.
It was the work of an instant; its hilt lengthened in his hands, becoming something long and slender as it gained size and mass alike. That seemingly-simple edge flicked back in mid-swing, sharp steel collapsing, peeling away to expose a slender metal cylinder within. A familiar electric snap hiss filled the air, birthing a slender beam of purest blue plasma from the base of the hilt. Another blade ignited at the opposite end, discarding the facade at last. Gone was the simple longsword; in his hands he clutched a slender curved saberstaff burning with blades of blue.
Jaune whirled to meet the Deathstalker. Flesh parted like butter. An awful arm struck the ground and turned to black smoke.
Pyrrha's lips formed a small round oval of surprise as the might Deathstalker, now short an arm, collapsed with an undulating wail of pain. Its stinger stabbed out in a blind stroke and was summarily severed at the tip in a lazy sweep. Jaune extinguished his blade and felt a tiny pang of guilt as the Grimm thrashed about on the ground, crying anew. He'd really have to thank Uncle Pietro for this upgrade sometime. He really did send the best gifts. Maybe a giftbasket...?
"You call that restraint?!"
Only then did he turned and behold the damage he'd done. A bead of sweat ran down his brow.
"Oops." he flashed his allies a sheepish smile. "Might've overdone it a bit."
Nora absolutely cackled. "I'll say-look out!"
In a blind rage the beast whirled and lashed out with remaining claw, sweeping that last limb before it in a broad stroke. Caught unawares, Jaune didn't have time to ignite his saber of light a second time, or even dodge properly. His shield came back around, sliding down an arm as he planted his feet. Channeling chakra to his feet with little more than a wish and a prayer, he took on a stance, raised his arm, and stood his ground.
His shield held.
His legs most assuredly held.
The ground beneath his chakra-enhanced feet...did not.
Jaune Arc flew into the air as if he'd been struck by the hand of an angry god.
(.0.0.0.)
"Scroll call for you, sir."
Secure in his office though they were, James Ironwood nevertheless felt a pang of dread. A soldier presented him the phone in question; a phone he now regarded like a King Taijitu. It might as well be a venomous snake for all the danger it posed him. Although the caller ID claimed it was agent Marrow, his gut said otherwise. Marrow wasn't the sort to make frivolous calls like this. He had a feeling he knew what -who!- was reaching out to him. Unseen fingers of ice ran the length of his spine.
Curse those damnable fools on the Council. What had they done?
He couldn't help but feel they'd woken a giant; one now intent on crushing the lot of them.
Trembling fingers accepted it the scroll from the messenger's hand. He thanks him once and dismissed the good fellow.
"...so be it."
Against his better judgement he laid it down on the central dais of his desk and accepted the call. Maybe it would explain his and Vine's absence. He could only hope. Clover and the rest had no answers for him. That was unusual in and of itself...
A soft click informed him that someone had picked up on the other end of the line.
"Report, specialist." His voice was brisk, eyes hard. "What the hell are you doing in Vale? Who sanctioned that op?!"
"I'm wondering the same thing." a low voice rumbled.
It didn't below to Marrow.
Too late, James realized he'd responded to a video call.
Atlas had state-of-the-art tech, much of which the specialists themselves used in the field. The grainy blue holographic image that came through-now looming over him from atop his desk like some kind of ghastly specter-was undoubtedly someone else, as evidenced by their heavy cloak and their darkly masked visage. Slim arms folded themselves before a broad chest clad in loose black leather armor, utterly at his ease. Mask or no, the man's posture radiated hostility. They didn't look much pleased to see him.
Rest assured, the feeling was mutual.
"You must be the great General Ironwood." His voice was low and distorted, no doubt modulated by the mask he wore. "I've heard so much about you."
Though couldn't see their face, that tone spoke volumes.
"Where is Agent Marrow?"
"Safe." the reply was swift. "He surrendered and will be treated as befitting a prisoner of war."
Ironwood's throat went dry. "War, you say...?"
A low growl pierced the air between them.
"Don't play games with me."
"I assure you," he raised a hand to ward off the man's anger, "Whatever you think I've done-urk?!"
An awful invisible pressure tightened around Ironwood's throat, leaving the words to wither on his tongue. He tried to speak. Tried to breath. Something. Anything. With each passing second the vice on his windpipe began to tighten. And yet despite that, he couldn't bring himself to look away from that terrifying black mask. What was this?! It felt as though he were staring into the face of death itself!
And the man before him hadn't moved in the least.
"I find your lack of faith disturbing." the masked man tilted his head just so. "Would you care to rephrase that?"
A hand flew to his throat. "I...did no wrong...!"
"And what wrong might that be, general?" a raspy snarl pervaded the call. "Invading my home, trying to take my children, my wife, my FAMILY from me? Do you not consider this a wrong?"
Realization dawned.
"It wasn't me!" his gasped as his vision began to darken at the edges." I swear! Whoever gave the order, I had no part in it!"
That invisible hand shifted lower, squeezing his heart. Pain! Paroxysms of agony racked Ironwood's body. He convulsed, unable to control himself. Color began to bleed away from the world, leaving his once vibrant vision an awful shade of grey. Death! This was death! He didn't want to go out like this!
"Your agent claims as much." that eerie voice tolled in his ears like an evening bell. "Why should I believe either of you? What proof do you have?"
He had none but his words and his conviction. "I swear on my soul! I mean you no harm!"
There was an awful silence as James slipped closer to death.
...I'll hold you to that." the masked man turned to someone off camera. "You can release him now, sweetheart."
Inch by terrible inch, the pressure eased.
James slumped forward, head kissing the cool metal of his desk. He drew in a long, shuddering breath and thanked his lucky stars. Even then he didn't dare move for fear of provoking whatever plague had struck him the first time. A moment passed. Then another. Finally, after a ten-count, he felt confident enough to raise his head again.
"I'm not a cruel man, Ironwood." the masked man reached up, pulling his facade away. "I'll give you a chance."
Revealed was a messy mop of blond hair, framed by blue eyes and a whiskered cheeks with a small smile to match. He looked utterly ordinary in every way. And yet his smile seemed wrong somehow. It didn't quite reach his eyes. That too, was a mask. Why reveal his face now, after going to all that trouble just to hide it?
Then the other shoe dropped.
"You have three days to bring me the names -or heads!- of those responsible for this attack."
...and if I fail?"
The masked man made a noise of discontent. "Tell me, have you ever seen an asteroid hit a city from orbit?"
James felt his craggy visage turn pallid. "I...have not."
"Atlas will if you don't get me those names." That whiskered visage leaned forward, eyes blazing. "Three days, James. Don't forget."
The call cut out with an abrupt snarl of static.
James snatched up Scroll at once.
Someone would hang for this.
(.0.0.0.)
Today really wasn't Ruby's day.
Honestly, she was beginning to think she was cursed or something. It had been an awful morning thus far, coupled with an awful initiation and an equally AWFUL partner. And still no sign of the one person she'd wanted to pair up with. Oh, he did she mention falling from the back of a giant Nevermore?
Because she was.
Right now.
Presently.
"FAAAAAALLING!"
Crescent Rose tumbled through the air ahead of her, hopelessly out of reach. She'd never make it in time. Without it she had no meaningful way of stopping, or even slowing her momentum. It wasn't supposed to end this way! She had so much to live for! No, no, no! Not like this! She flailed her arms to no avail; even now the ground rushed up to meet her like an old friend. Aura or not, an impact like that would render her a messy stain on the grass. There wouldn't be anything left of her! She was too young to go splat!
"Somebody catch meeeee!"
Something hit her from the side, cutting her fall brutally short and sending her slamming into the treeline. Ouch! Leaves! Branches! Blech! Her stomach flip-flopped as her world became a mottled blur of brown and green she couldn't make heads or tails of. The little reaper tumbled through it all, trying to make sense of it all to no avail.
Strong arms settled around her, jerking her momentum to a grinding halt.
"You really should be more careful." a low voice laughed. "Flying isn't for the faint of heart."
Ruby looked up.
Silver eyes met blue.
"I, ah, really can't fly, though...
"Really?" her savior blinked. "What were you doing all the way up there?"
...its a long story."
She found herself face to face with a rather battered looking young man she didn't recognize, his face scuffed and dirty, right sleeve torn well above the shoulder. There was an ugly black-and-blue bruise there, suggesting someone or a great big something had sent him flying a great distance. She blinked; because for a minute there, it almost looked like the injury was glowing. Another quick blink disabused her of that notion entirely. Huh. No bruise after all. Must've imagined it. Weird.
"Sorry," her savior grinned. "I'm really not much of a flyer myself. Well, not yet."
Her heart hit her stomach. "Then how did you get up here?!"
His grin made her heart skip a beat.
"Also a long story."
Ruby looked down and belatedly realized just how she was being held.
'Wow.' A small, detached part of her balked as her panic mounted. 'Princess carry. Never had one of those beforeaaaaandpanicallthepanicPANIC!'
Her mind fizzled out.
"Sorry. I'm rambling, aren't I?" he gave her a boyish grin. "I'm Jaune. And you are...?"
"Meep." she said eloquently.
"Meep?" he blinked. "That's a bit of a strange name...
Nooo! Ruby wanted to curl up and die. Stupid tongue! Speak properly!
"Ruby!" Her knees twisted as she wriggled against his chest, averting her eyes. "I'm Ruby."
"See, that makes more sense." her erstwhile ally looked up and set her down. "Hold on, I think someone else is-
(.0.0.0.)
Weiss didn't dare open her eyes.
...why am I not dead?'
She'd expected to be a pretty red smear on the ground by now. Broken and bruised at the least. Really, what was that child thinking, leaving her on the back of a Nevermore like that?! Some partner she was! If she died here, she was absolutely going to haunt her!
And yet there was no pain.
Not even the slightest sense of discomfort...if one were to ignore the odd thumping in her right ear. It sounded almost like a heartbeat. Preposterous. Had she already died? This didn't feel like death? As a matter of fact, her legs were beginning to cramp something awful and her back was rather sore...best face the music and see what damage had been done.
Weiss frowned.
Wrinkled her nose.
Finally she dared to open her eyes.
The sight that awaited her took her breath away, and not for the reasons one might expect. She landed -or perhaps it would be more apt to say someone caught her- in a pair of broad arms coupled with a lightly armored chest. Her head was sprawled against someone's body and it was his heartbeat -for this was most certainly someone of the male persuasion!- she heard even as they held her aloft. She looked down and saw the crater he stood in, the crater caused by her impact. Aha! He had caught her, then!
Her savior beamed down at her.
"Just dropping in?"
Urk.
Bright blue eyes and flaxen hair that gleamed in the sun, he looked every bit the part of a gallant knight. He beamed down at her without a care in the world, and something in her heart twitched. Her eyes widened, gone terribly large in her head as she balked up at him. She was no fool to courtship, but this seemed awfully forward! They were perfect strangers! She didn't even know his name! There were rules! Regulations! Who was he to simply catch her and hold as one would their bride...and why was her heart aflutter so?!
"Yes, w-well," she looked away with a huff. "My thanks you have for my timely rescue, good sir."
Rather than answer, her would-be-knight hunched forward with an abrupt groan.
"Ouch." he grunted softly. "My knees! Gonna feel that in the morning...
Every bit of of goodwill Weiss felt toward him evaporated like so much morning mist. Misunderstanding were made. Many misunderstandings indeed. Ouch? Was he saying she was heavy?! That she was overweight?! How dare he! Fury swept up in its place with all the legendary wrath she could command. Mock her, would he?! He'd rue the day!
"Excuse you?!" she snarled as her brow turned stormy. "I'll have you know I weigh as much as any girl! Now put me down at once you...you...!" her cheeks puffed out in righteous indignation. "You ruffian!"
"Eh? But you had a pretty bad fall. You might not be able to stand."
"Down!" she thrashed in his grasp, lashing at him with her heels. "Now!"
"Alright. He dropped her like a sack of wheat and her legs failed to support her.
Shame colored her face anew once more. "Not like that, you absolute dolt!"
"Weiss," Ruby temporized as he sidled up to her. "He saved you...
She scowled at her. "Silence, child!"
True to form, the girl whined.
"Weiiisss!"
(.0.0.0.)
"Weiiisss!"
Jaune's head whipped back and forth as the two went at it again. Really, he didn't understand these girls. Nope. Not a jot. But he knew a disagreement when he saw one -having that many sisters sharpened your survival instincts if nothing else- and he wasn't keen on those. They were all going to be hunters and huntresses, after all. They shouldn't be fighting.
Instinct wont out over logic.
"You shouldn't bully her like that."
"Bully?!" the girl with pale hair balked a thim. "I am doing no such thing!"
"Oh." he frowned, not quite understanding. "Then why were you being so rude to Ruby?"
"Excuse me?!" Her face turned an alarming shade of puce. "Do you have any idea who I am?!"
Jaune tilted his head. "No...?"
Yang sniggered behind her. "Wow, right to her face. Smooth move, loverboy."
"My father is the most powerful man in the world!" Weiss stamped a foot. "Jacques Schnee! Ring any bells?!"
"Most powerful man in the world?" Jane scratched the back of his dead. "Nah, pretty sure that's my dad. Maybe you know him?"
Really, dad probably was the most powerful thing on Remnant these days. Mom joked about that all the time, much to his chagrin. He'd never heard of someone named Jacques, though. Must not be terribly important then...and he'd said that out loud, hadn't he? As he looked on, Wei face turned an alarming shade of puce. She ought to get that looked at.
Yang broke and howled with laughter. "Where did you find this guy?! He's a riot!"
Jaune felt the ghost of a smile touch his lips. "Thanks, I guess-
The dark-haired girl thrust a finger into the air before he could finish. "The Nevermore's coming back!"
Jaune's gaze swung back just in time to behold the great black bird he'd glimpsed before. A furious shriek filled the air as it wheeled back to face them. Apparently it wasn't satisfied with nearly killing two girls. Wow. He'd never seen one that large. In another life, running away from such a creature would've been all well and good for him. Not this time. That beast had tried to kill Ruby and Weiss already. Leaving it here would just make it a problem for other potential students down the line; students who wouldn't be prepared to face it.
"How the hell are we supposed to bring that thing down?"
Kurama shrugged. "Throw your sword?"
"Not helping!"
Fine. Alternative solution it was. He grasped about, searching for an answer. No one had a ranged weapon hand. Weiss looked fit to stab him if he asked for hers. Yang had those...gauntlet things, and he was fairly certain that was a sword on the girl's back. Which left...
Blue eyes met silver once more. "Hey, Ruby?"
Those bright orbs eyes fluttered in a brief blink. "Yeah?
"Do you have a long range weapon by any chance?" he asked, hoping against hope.
"Eh? Her face turned red as her namesake. Remarkably, her answer surprised him. "Yeah, why?"
"Can I see it for a second?"
His stare didn't weaver. "Well, alright...but just this once!"
She flicked a switch somewhere and the towering scythe shifted just so.
Crescent Rose was indeed a sniper rifle, one unlike anything he'd seen. It wasn't particularly heavy for him, but unconventional. He he fumbled with it for a moment trying to find the balance as the Nevermore came 'round for another pass. Mom and Dad had been thorough when it came to his training. Dad hadn't been keen on huntsman training, but he'd accepted the necessity of an all-rounded experience nonetheless. The Arc children had been taught well. And he was no exception. Surely a sniper couldn't be that difficult to use...?
"Those rounds won't pierce its hide." Weiss warned.
"They will."
She frowned. "How can you be so sure-
His eyes narrowed to azure slits. "They. Will."
Chakra worked well with dust. Maybe a little too well. He'd learned that lesson that hard way. They amplified one another...explosively. He'd seen the results firsthand. They were nothing short of spectacular. A discreet pulse of said chakra to Crescent Rose's magazine achieved the desired effect. Just enough for a single shot. Nothing anyone would notice, and even if they did, they'd assumed it was merely the result of particularly potent dust.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
...possibly?
Sighting down an imaginary scope, he settled the sniper on his arm and took aim.
...it was harder than it looked.
"No, no, no!" You're doing it all wrong!" Ruby's dark hair pressed up under his chin as she wriggled in next to him. "Here! Like this!"
Her hand skittered across his for a moment as she babbled at him, guiding him into position. He didn't understand much of it, but then again he didn't have to. She helped him aim better than he ever could. Seemed she could be brave after all where weapons were involved.
In a moment he was lost in a memory.
"You're stronger than you know, Jaune." Mom's smiling face beamed back at him. "You're meant for greatness." Then she favored him with a sly wink. "Be sure and find yourself a nice girl, eh? I want lots of grandbabies.'
A spot of high color hit Jaune's cheeks.
Reality snapped back.
"Now!"
Ruby responded instantly.
Crescent Rose bucked in their arms.
It was a very good shot, Jaune thought; a single high impact round overclocked with chakra. It streaked through the sky in a fiery arc and howled toward the onrushing fiend. Jaune looked on for a moment longer, watching it build in intensity, growing bright with each passing moment. The Nevermore didn't change course. He didn't imagine it would. Grimm were simple like that. It barreled on, convinced of its superiority in the face of a single sniper round. It was strong. It was mighty. What did it have to fear from human weapons?
...heh.'
"Done." He leaned back and returned Crescent Rose to a somewhat starstruck Ruby. "Thanks."
Weiss quirked a pale brow. "What on Remnant was that supposed to do?
Jaune held up a finger. "Wait for it...!"
High above them, the world erupted as heat-seeking round made contact. And the foul fowl fell from the sky like a stone. Its dissolving corpse struck the ground, bounced once, and skidded to a halt only yard away. In a matter of moments, it evaporated entirely.
"Gotcha!" he pumped a fist. "How did you like that shot?! Totally normal, right?!"
Everyone balked back at him.
...right?"
"That was incredible!" A starry-eyed Ruby all but thrust her forehead against his. "Was that a semblance?! Can you do it again?!"
Jaune winced.
'What did I do wrong?! I thought that was subtle!'
Kurama chortled. "Kid, subtle you are not. Speaking of which!"
A streak of red raced out of the trees and slammed between him and Ruby.
"I'm sorry." Pyrrha leaned against his shoulder, only mildly out of breath. "But I'm afraid he already has a partner."
"Aw." Ruby kicked one foot against the ground. She cast a glance at Weiss. "Can we trade?"
Weiss bridled. "Hey!"
"I'm afraid not...
"There's Jaunie! We killed the Deathstalker~!" Nora skipped her way up to them. "Wasn't hard after what you did. It only had one arm. Thanks for that, by the way."
...he was beginning to think this girl was strange.
A young man with striking black hair and pink eyes staggered up with Nora, looking somewhat worse for the wear.
"Sorry I'm late," Lie Ren drawled. "Did I miss anything?"
Ruby grinned at him. "Only everything!"
So ended one chapter of Jaune's life.
And thus began another.
(.0.0.0.)
"Huh. So this is my team...
Team JNPR. Jaune didn't know whether to laugh or cry as their names were called. There was a certain irony to be appreciate there, he supposed. Mom would've laughed herself silly. She always loved a good joke. A team named after her? She would've been beside herself with laughter. His sisters probably less so...but still! This was progress. Moreover, it was normal. Yes, totally normal. He could do that.
And when he was named Leader of said team? Well! This was good. No, better than good! It was great!
Everything was proceeding as he had foreseen. Wasn't it? Had he forgotten something?
Jaune's sroll vibrated. His thumb slammed down on it, silencing the number.
"You're sweating." Ren regarded him curiously. "Are you alright?"
"Y-Yup! I'm fine!"
Far too sharp this one.
"No, you're just shit at lying."
Nonsense! He was an excellent liar. He'd just have to be on guard, that was all. Nothing to see here...
Oh, Jaune. How little he knew. There was no such thing as normal.
That, and he was absolute pants when it came to lying.
His troubles had only just begun.
A/N: Please read this note. It has some crucial info regarding certain tings.
Once more, we're sticking with the "Embers" rule.
If folks don't like this, it'll be deleted. Meaning that if the story itself ain't popular? POOF! Gone. Completely. So by all means, speak up! Your voice matters! Make yourself heard! As ever, reviews are the fuel that sustain me. Without them I cannot write a single word. Simple as that. A lot of folks are STILL asking if Jaune's gonna get himself a harem. Should that be a thing?
Jaune, I don't think you know what normal means...and aye, that be a lightsaber. And its only the first form! There's more to come.
Yup, its been confirmed that Pietro knows Naruto and the Arcs, even made weapons for them. Such a good uncle.
More on that later.
Had to save some previews for the next chapter. I'm sorry~! Its really fun to see Jaune blundering through Initiation like this...
Rest assured, we'll have that Weiss duel next chapter. So by all means, tell me what you think!
Once again, reviews are my fuel. Without them I simply cannot write.
So in the Immortal Words of Atlas...
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And enjoy the previews.
(Previews)
Port waved him forward. "By all means, test your might, Mr. Arc!"
Blue eyes flashed gold, his eyelids shimmering a faint orange.
Maybe it was his mood, but he just couldn't help himself. All the world bled away. For a moment, just a moment, he tried.
His fist shot upward, seeking the beast's skull. Bone and darkness shattered beneath his fist.
The Boarbatusk evaporated.
Yang whistled. "Hot damn."
Juniper was silent for a long moment. Then she showed Naruto the picture.
He shot to his feet. "Jaune's got himself a girlfriend?!"
"He might. They seem awfully close."
"You're grinning, dear.
"Am not!"
"So! Dating my daughter, are you?"
Terra warbled a little. "Y-Yessir. If that's alright with you...?"
Naruto hummed. "Now that you mention it, you said you're from Argus. Do you work for Atlas?"
"In a sense...? Really, I'm just an engineer...
"Daddy, no!" Sapphron bulled between them. "We talked about this! No interrogations! No scaring her off!"
"You seem like a nice person, Blake.
"R-Right." she gulped. "Nice...
Was he onto her?!
"Have a nice day!"
He missed the way Cinder's gaze followed him.
"You can fly?!"
"Nope! Jump good!"
"I'm grateful, of course. The things you taught me, the innovations in the art of chakra no, the very concept of a soul...I wouldn't be anywhere without you." the scientist wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. "Your secret is safe with me. I'll not betray your trust."
"Don't worry about it Pietro." Naruto raised a bottle in a toast." Give Penny my regards. When you see her again."
"Yes, yes," his student fidgeted and clinked it against his own. "There's just...a bit of a problem."
"And that is?"
...from what little I've told her, she thinks you're her Grandfather. She wants to meet you."
Juniper slammed around the corner. "Grandchildren?! Come again?!"
Naruto sighed. "You had one job, Pietro...
R&R~!
