Realms walker Jaune
(Beacon Academy)
Jaune Arc was outed for having fake transcripts, but he fired the next shot against everyone else. "So, I'm a liar, huh?" He pulled out his scroll, revealing to them what had happened. "The 'brave hunter' actually wanted me to kill the 'Invincible Girl' and the Youngest Huntress in the school's history. But, I'm the asshole?" He pointed to Yang, "Xiao Long tore down a bar and could have been thrown in jail for six months, but Ozpin, in his wonderful judgment, had her be brought here. But yet, I'm the criminal?" Turns to Blake, "And what do we have here? A terrorist? Wow! To paraphrase a meme: such a hypocrite. You all praise Ruby, but not ONCE have I heard one thing about her transcripts."
"Because she went to school before here, you dolt!" Screamed Weiss.
"Shut The Fuck Up, Ice Bitch!" He said, "Ruby, did you graduate from that school?" Ruby looked down and shook her head. "There you go, but yet, I'm the criminal? Who else sees something wrong here?"
"Ruby's a prodigy, though!" Said Cardin.
"You're right, and she's doing better than you. Or else you wouldn't have asked me to try and kill her with Saber Wasps. Let's talk about you, Cardy, what happened when you 'saved' me from that Ursa Major again? Because let's just go right out and say it; my shorts were clean after that encounter."
"Yeah, well at least I got your girl!" He said just then Pyrrha started to laugh.
"Really? You flashed me, the reason why you're not expelled is that I felt sorry for you, Mr. '3 inches'." She said Cardin got mad.
"Well, at least my transcripts are real!"
"Mine doesn't matter. This is why I make fun of you, you want to know why I'm here?" He looked at Ozpin, "Shall we tell them or should we show them?" Ozpin nodded.
"Mr. Arc, if you'd please," Ozpin said.
"Okay," with a wave of his hand, Amber was there whole and healthy. Looking around, and dressed in robes. Everyone was in shock. "I am what one would call a 'Realms walker'. Watch this," he waved his hand, which was glowing green, and a young woman was standing next to him. She was around 5 feet 4, in a black and white gothic dress, stockings, boots, gloves, and a white cloak with gold trim.
She was armed with a white and gold scythe. Her hood was over her head, and they could tell she was very well-built. He looked at her, "Are you ready?" He asked she nodded as she saw Ruby. "I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine, she's more family. Ruby, I think you recognize your mother?" She removed her hood, revealing her beautiful face. "Summer Rose?" She had golden eyes and gold streaks in her hair. They got a good look at her outfit underneath her cloak. Aside from the black and white, there was some gold in it as well.
Ruby saw her with tears in her eyes, ran to her, and grabbed her in a hug. Ozpin and Goodwitch were in shock. Amber just smiled, happy to see this reunion. "You see, if I can raise the dead and heal the lame, do I need transcripts? If that's the case, why don't I start my school or go to another one, which would make Beacon seem like daycare?"
"I knew about Mr. Arc's transcripts. Are you saying my judgment was questionable? The same could be said about you, Mr. Winschester, with your records." Said Ozpin.
"Well, I can still beat that weakling Arc!"
The dust hadn't even settled from Jaune's bombshell revelation when the implications began to ripple through the room. Ozpin, ever the composed strategist, subtly adjusted his glasses, his gaze inscrutable. Goodwitch, on the other hand, looked like she'd been slapped. The carefully constructed facade of Beacon Academy, built on pillars of merit and trust, was crumbling before their eyes.
"Those wins were a gift, Cardy-boy," Jaune's parting shot echoed in Cardin's ears, turning his face a mottled red. "I knew your Daddy had Professor Goodwitch in his back pocket. How did you think you won those matches? Cause it wasn't your skill."
Ruby, oblivious to the political firestorm, was lost in a tearful embrace with the woman she'd thought lost forever. Summer Rose, alive and radiant, held her daughter close, her golden eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
"Are you here permanently?" Ruby asked, her voice thick with emotion.
"As long as he needs me," Summer replied, her gaze softening. Then, her expression hardened, a mother's protective instinct kicking in. She turned to Yang, her voice laced with a steel that made the blonde brawler gulp. "We need to talk, young lady."
Leaving the stunned audience behind, Jaune retreated to his dorm room. The weight of his revelations, the years of hidden power, finally caught up with him. He collapsed onto his bed, the exhaustion palpable. He was just finishing his homework when Pyrrha climbed onto the bed and snuggled against him. He chuckled, "You are like a cat." He said she laughed as well. Nora had gone over to talk about his job about being a realms walker.
The door burst open, and Nora Valkyrie, a whirlwind of untamed energy, bounced into the room. "Jaune! Realms walker! What does that EVEN MEAN? Can you make pancakes appear out of thin air? Can you fight gods? Do you know Thor?"
Jaune groaned and buried his face in his pillow. "Too many questions, Nora," he mumbled.
"But this is important!" Nora insisted, pulling him upright. "You're like, super-powered! Remnant is doomed if we don't understand your powers! Can you teleport? Can you control the weather?"
Pyrrha, ever the calming influence, gently pulled Nora back. "Perhaps we should allow Jaune to rest, Nora. He has had a rather…tumultuous day."
Jaune sighed. "Alright, alright. But one question at a time, and NO forcing Ren to take a second of yours! Let him ask his question!" he said, reluctantly pulling himself up. "First off, yes, I can teleport, but it's exhausting. Second, I can't control the weather, not directly. And as for Thor...different universe."
Nora's eyes widened. "Different universe! Does that mean… aliens?"
"Potentially," Jaune replied cautiously. "But let's focus on the here and now, okay? Right now, my main concern is keeping everyone alive."
Meanwhile, back in Ozpin's office, the air was thick with tension. Goodwitch was pacing, her usual composure shattered. "Headmaster, this changes everything. Arc is a potential weapon, a force we can't control."
Ozpin took a long sip from his mug. "And yet, he chose to reveal himself. Why, Glynda?"
"Perhaps a moment of weakness?" she suggested, though the conviction was lacking.
"Or perhaps," Ozpin countered, "he's testing us. Showing us that the rules we've lived by are, in his eyes, flawed. He demonstrated, quite dramatically, the hypocrisy that resides within these very halls." He paused, his gaze hardening. "We need to understand the extent of his power, his motivations. And we need to do it carefully. We don't want to make an enemy out of someone who can, as he demonstrated, bring the dead back to life."
Down in the courtyard, Summer was putting Yang through the wringer. Not physically, but emotionally. "You've made some questionable choices, Yang," Summer said, her voice firm but gentle. "Your recklessness at that bar...it was unacceptable. You need to understand that your actions have consequences, not just for yourself, but for everyone around you."
Yang, humbled and ashamed, hung her head. "I know, Mom. I messed up. I just...I get so angry, sometimes. I don't know how to control it."
Summer placed a hand on Yang's shoulder. "That's why you're here, Yang. To learn. To grow. And I'm going to help you. But you need to want it. You need to be willing to face your demons."
As Summer and Yang began their long overdue conversation, and as Jaune explained the complexities of realms walking to the ever-enthusiastic Nora, one thing was clear: Beacon Academy, and Remnant itself, would never be the same. The game had changed, and Jaune Arc, the fake transcript holder turned demi-god, was holding all the cards.
The night settled over Beacon, but sleep was a luxury few could afford. Jaune, despite his earlier exhaustion, found himself tossing and turning. The exhilaration of finally revealing his secrets had faded, replaced by a heavy unease. He knew his actions had unleashed a chain reaction, and he had no idea where it would lead.
Beside him, Pyrrha stirred. Sensing his unrest, she gently ran a hand through his hair. "Are you alright, Jaune?" she whispered.
He sat up, the moonlight casting long shadows in the room. "I don't know, Pyrrha. I did what I thought was right, but...I'm worried about the consequences."
Pyrrha sat up with him, her expression sympathetic. "You acted out of a desire to protect your friends, Jaune. To expose the truth. That is honorable."
"But at what cost?" he countered. "Ozpin...Goodwitch...they know I'm a threat now. And Summer...she's back because of me. What if I can't protect her?"
"You are not alone, Jaune, you got us." Pyrrha reassured him. "We are all here for you. Team JNPR, Team RWBY, and even Summer herself. We will face whatever comes together."
Her words offered a small measure of comfort, but the gnawing anxiety remained. He was accountable for more than just his own safety now. He was responsible for the safety of those he cared about, and the stakes were higher than ever before.
Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of the academy, Qrow Branwen, Oscar Pine, and Ozpin were engaged in hushed conversation. The events of the day had thrown their carefully laid plans into disarray.
"He's a variable we can't account for," Qrow growled, swirling the remnants of his flask. "Arc's a wildcard. We have no idea what he's capable of, or what his intentions are."
"He seems genuine in his desire to help," Oscar offered tentatively.
Ozpin sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "He is powerful, undeniably so. And his ability to traverse dimensions...it opens up possibilities we never even considered."
"Possibilities that Salem could exploit," Qrow pointed out grimly.
"Precisely," Ozpin agreed. "We need to understand him, Qrow. Gain his trust. If Salem were to get her hands on someone with his abilities, the consequences would be catastrophic."
"And what about Goodwitch?" Qrow asked, his tone sharp. "Her complicity in Cardin's rigging of those matches… that's not going to go unpunished, right?"
Ozpin's expression hardened. "Glynda's actions were a serious breach of trust. She will be held accountable. But right now, our priority is Arc. We need to bring him on our side, before Salem does."
Back in Jaune's dorm, Nora's enthusiasm had yet to wane. Despite the late hour, she was still peppering Jaune with questions about realms walking.
"So, if you can teleport to other universes, does that mean you can go to one where pancakes are the dominant species?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
Jaune chuckled wearily. "I suppose it's theoretically possible, Nora. But I haven't encountered any pancake civilizations yet."
Ren, ever the voice of reason, intervened. "Perhaps we should allow Jaune to get some rest, Nora. He needs to conserve his energy."
Nora reluctantly agreed, though her disappointment was palpable. "Fine. But tomorrow, we're going on a realm's walking adventure! Right, Jaune?"
Jaune smiled. "We'll see, Nora. We'll see."
As the academy finally began to quiet down, Jaune found himself staring out the window, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. He knew that the days ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty. But he also knew that he wasn't alone. He had his friends, his team, and now, his wife, Pyrrha, to stand by him. And together, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, even if it meant venturing into the unknown depths of the multiverse.
The future of Remnant, and perhaps even other worlds, rested on his shoulders. And he was determined to be ready.
The first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, a stark contrast to the internal turmoil raging within Jaune. He hadn't slept much, his mind a whirlwind of what-ifs and worst-case scenarios. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Pyrrha, and headed towards the Beacon courtyard.
The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. He found a quiet corner, the only sounds the gentle chirping of birds and the distant hum of the city below. He closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing, trying to find a semblance of inner peace.
But the peace was fleeting. Footsteps approached, and he opened his eyes to see Ozpin standing before him, his expression unreadable. He held a steaming mug in his hand, offering it to Jaune.
"Couldn't sleep either, I presume?" Ozpin said, his voice unusually devoid of its usual enigmatic tone.
Jaune accepted the mug, the warmth radiating through his hands. "Not really," he admitted. "I'm not sure what to expect now."
Ozpin took a sip from his mug. "That makes two of us. Your actions have introduced a level of complexity that we were not prepared for."
"I didn't mean to cause trouble," Jaune said, his voice laced with sincerity. "I just wanted to help. To make a difference."
"I understand your intentions, Jaune," Ozpin replied, his gaze piercing. "But power, especially power as unpredictable as yours, needs to be understood and controlled. For everyone's safety."
Jaune met his gaze, unflinching. "I'm willing to learn. To do whatever it takes to protect Remnant and the people I care about."
"Then we have much to discuss," Ozpin said, a hint of cautious optimism in his voice. "First, we need to understand the extent of your abilities. How you traveled to other realms, what limitations you have, and whether you can control the process."
Their conversation lasted for hours, a tentative dance of questions and answers, of revelation and caution. Jaune explained everything he knew, from his initial stumble into the other dimension to his more recent, controlled journeys. He spoke of Summer, of the alternate Remnant he had glimpsed, a world ravaged by Salem's victory.
Ozpin listened intently, his expression shifting from concern to intrigue. He asked probing questions, testing Jaune's knowledge and resolve. By the end of their discussion, a fragile trust had begun to form between them.
Meanwhile, Glynda Goodwitch was summoned to Ozpin's office. She entered with trepidation, the weight of her transgression heavy on her shoulders.
"Glynda," Ozpin began, his voice devoid of warmth. "Your actions regarding Cardin's matches were a serious breach of trust. You abused your position and undermined the integrity of Beacon."
Glynda remained silent, her head bowed in shame.
"I understand your motivations," Ozpin continued, his tone softening slightly. "You believed you were protecting the students, maintaining order. But your methods were unacceptable."
He paused, his gaze weighing her down. "You will be suspended from your duties for a month. During that time, you will undergo a re-evaluation of your responsibilities and your commitment to the values of Beacon."
Glynda finally looked up, her eyes filled with remorse. "I understand, Headmaster. I accept your judgment."
As the day progressed, Jaune found himself surrounded by his friends. Team RWBY, Team JNPR, and even Summer all gathered around him, offering their support and encouragement.
"We're with you, Jaune," Ruby said, her voice filled with determination. "Whatever happens, we'll face it together."
"Yeah! We're Team RWBY! We can handle anything!" Yang added, a playful grin on her face.
Summer placed a hand on Jaune's shoulder, her touch reassuring. "You saved me, Jaune. I will not forget that. And I will do everything I can to help you."
Surrounded by his friends, Jaune felt a surge of hope. He was no longer alone in this. He had a team, a family, who would stand by him no matter what.
As night fell, Jaune found himself back in his dorm room, lying beside Pyrrha. The day had been long and challenging, but he felt a sense of purpose he hadn't felt before.
"You okay?" Pyrrha whispered, sensing his mood.
Jaune turned to her, a genuine smile on his face. "Yeah, I am. It's going to be tough, but I know we can do this. Together."
Pyrrha smiled back, her eyes filled with love and admiration. "Always."
He reached out and took her hand, their fingers intertwining. As he drifted off to sleep, he knew that the road ahead would be long and arduous, filled with danger and uncertainty. But he also knew that he had the strength, the courage, and the support he needed to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The fate of Remnant, and perhaps even other worlds, rested on his shoulders, and he was ready to carry that burden, together with his friends, his family, and the woman he loved.