The eyes that looked upon him on that day were not the ones of a child belonging to his age.

A man blinked his eyes as he leisurely picked up his cup of coffee before frowning, and promptly placing it back down.

His name was Ozpin, the headmaster of Beacon, a school that nurtured young men and women to become the next generation of the world of Remnant's protectors. He had disheveled silver hair, and wore a pair of round glasses in front of his brown eyes. He had a narrow chin with the sides of his face a tad rounded near his cheekbones, but regardless, his current constitution was rather perturbed.

He took a glance at the flickering screens in front of him displaying a variety of students making their way through a forest towards a hidden ruin.

He sighed.

It just wasn't the same as that child.

Then again, it really wasn't a fair comparison.

"I know what you're thinking, Ozpin," a lady spoke. She had blond hair tied up into a neat bun, and she also wore glasses that hung loosely near the bridge of her nose. Her current attire was a simple white blouse and a long skirt that covered her ankles. "But you know as well as I the circumstances of that poor child."

Ozpin didn't answer right away, his attention focused on the screens as a giant Nevermore, a bird type Grimm, and a Deathstalker, a scorpion type Grimm, came into view.

The Grimm were creatures of the world hell bent on destroying the vestiges of humanity. Their general appearance was usually symbolized by their pale white masks and shadow-dark bodies.

The lady furrowed her brows as she too looked at the screen.

Ozpin then spoke slowly. "Circumstances aside, Glynda, what the world needs now are heroes."

A silence spread throughout the room as the screens in front enlarged on the groups combating the recent Grimm.

The first person shown was one of a lanky blond haired youth who wore a black hoodie with white armour chest plate in front. His name was Jaune Arc on the applicant papers. He had blue eyes with an oval shaped face, and his weapon of choice was a sword and shield. Currently, his expression was contorted into one of fear as he was sent catapulting up into the air by by a fellow student.

Nora Valkyrie, a girl with shoulder-length orange hair who exuded an air of giddiness even in moments of danger. It was why she was laughing after she had just sent Jaune flying, her light-blue eyes shining with a hint of mirth.

Not too far from Nora, there were two others.

Pyrrha Nikos, and Lie Ren.

Both were currently engaging the Deathstalker, but appeared to have the situation handled for the most part as Jaune and Nora approached.

A screen flickered off to the edge of his vision, landing on the other group fending off against the Nevermore.

Yang Xiaolong.

Weiss Schnee.

Blake Belladonna.

And Ruby Rose.

The name itself brought a slight pang of sorrow within him, but regardless he had full faith in her like he did her mother. She had short shoulder-length hair with her bangs swept to the side yet still covering the majority of her forehead. Her face was round with a pair of silver eyes, and her current appearance consisted of a red gothic-style dress with a similar cloak over her shoulders.

"Even if they're not the same as that child," Glynda began as she pushed up her glasses, watching the defeat of both the Deathstalker and Nevermore before smiling softly. "They all have the potential to be."

Ozpin nodded before finally taking a sip of his coffee. "Let us pray then that they mature fast enough," he spoke.

"Because one day, they might even be the same as the Huntsman of Red."

The Huntsman of Red was a name that resounded far and wide throughout Remnant in the most recent years.

It was the name of an unknown hero.

One who unknowingly impacted history itself.

The creation of new Kingdom, Vermillion.

What started off as a group of settlers living out in the wilderness outside of the other major Kingdoms became something much more with the intervention of a single Huntsman.

The Huntsmen of Red had protected Vermillion from the Grimm, luring them away and eliminating them. He bought the time necessary for the erection of walls, safety perimeters, and establishment of protocols.

A city was established.

Vermillion was relatively young and was more of a pioneer settlement than a kingdom, but it was the first new settlement established in centuries. Its flag, its coat of arms, was a tribute to the Huntsmen of Red: Twin swords, falchions, crossed together and emblazoned upon a cloak of scarlet. However, what made Vermillion stand out in comparison to the other Kingdoms of Vale, Vacuo, Atlas, and Mistral, was that the majority of the population were Faunus.

"...Led by Ruby Rose," Professor Ozpin spoke.

He and Glynda had relocated themselves to stand before the new students in the main hall, and were currently in the process of dividing the students into future teams. Not only would teams increase a student's chances at survival, but the bonds between individuals would strengthen as well.

Team RWBY had just been created with its members being those that had dealt with the Nevermore.

As for the other team, "Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, and Lie Ren shall form team JNPR led by Jaune Arc," he said.

The arrangement was based off of what was previously witnessed through the initiation trials. Only after completing those trials would new students earn full-admittance into Beacon's halls. After all, if they couldn't survive a mere initiation, how could they possibly survive in their future occupation?

Huntsman and Huntresses, the warriors that combat the strength of the hordes of Grimm.

It was not an occupation for the weak.

As time went on, he continued to list out more names for other teams until all new students were accounted for. Still though, there was still one more matter to attend to.

"Before everyone leaves, there's a special announcement that needs to be addressed," he said as he stared at all the newly formed teams. "Specifically, a new optional course that begins this year led by a student-professor."

The statement caused a silence to form over the crowd.

"You're not the bees knees anymore Ruby," Yang, a girl with long locks of blond hair whispered as she elbowed her younger sister. She wore a tan vest with gold piping over a yellow low-cut crop-top with a black crest that resembled a burning heart.

The sister elbowed had a flush on her face as she glared angrily at Yang. This sister was Ruby Rose, and despite the fact that Yang whispered, others like Weiss still heard her.

Weiss was from the Schnee family, a family known for its deep pockets of Dust acquired from its various mining operations. She had a small and narrow face with a scar over her eye. Her eyes rounded, but contained within was a layer of iciness. With long waist-length white hair, she wore a blue dress with white trimmings near the hems.

She grunted upon hearing what Yang had said, but supposed there was truth in the statement. Previously, she knew that Ruby was the youngest student to ever attend Beacon, entering two years early. But now there was a student-professor.

"Onto the subject of this particular student. He is a first year like all of you, but I believe you've all noticed that he's not in any of the teams that have just been formed." Ozpin pushed up his glasses and leaned his weight on his cane. "He is an exception to the rules. Instead of having him on one particular team, it would be more beneficial to have him on all teams. As such, he is on a bi-monthly rotation starting with team JNPR."

"What's the course called?" Blake asked after a moment.

Blake was a member of team RWBY and was still yet to adjust to life in Beacon. After all, Ozpin already knew her origins.

She had gold coloured eyes, and wore a black bow on top of her long tresses of black hair. She wore a black corset with white tank top beneath.

A small glint appeared over Ozpin's eye as he pondered on the question. "Self Combat," he decided. "Now for now, we're all going to attend a session."

Ozpin lead the teams to a wide room; an arena was at the center where a red haired individual stood waiting. He wore Beacons standard male uniform, a black suit lined with gold, accompanied by a blue vest and a white shirt with a red tie. Off to the side of the arena were containers full of dust and gun rounds.

He was the youth he had found on that day, and one that he had high hopes for. After all, not many knew his real identity.

"Professor Ozpin," the youth spoke. "I take it this is what you had in mind by asking me to stay here."

Ozpin nodded and walked to stand beside the student before turning around and facing the others. "Would anyone like to volunteer to show how this course works?" He asked.

Ruby was about to raise her hand to volunteer, but quickly realized she'd be putting herself under more attention and reluctantly decided against her actions.

No one had volunteered.

Well, he supposed it didn't really matter. His eyes scanned the group of students before stopping on one. "Jaune Arc, up to the arena," he called.

"Uhg, what?" Jaune said startled. Pyrrha patted him on the back, before Nora shoved him on stage.

Crocea Mors, his sword and shield, appeared in Jaune's hands as he stared warily at the youth.

"I'm Shirou Emiya," the youth introduced himself as his eyes locked onto Crocea Mors.

"A very cherished weapon," he then spoke spoke as he suddenly extended an arm forward. "It has seen many battles, and has equally been taken care off. Now the question is Jaune, are you worthy of it?"

It was in that moment that a startled gasp of befuddlement spread out across the room.

Ozpin seemed to take delight in the looks of astonishment on the student's faces.

Because,

A second Crocea Mors sat comfortably in Shirou's hands.

"Well then, lets see what you've got."

The countenance on Jaune's face was not one to be taken lightly.

His face was frozen somewhere in between shocked and panicked as his eyes seemed to alternate their view between the sword he held in his hands, and the sword held in Shirou's.

"Well, go ahead," Shirou prompted as he opened his stance and motioned with his sword.

Jaune swallowed before sending a glance at Ozpin who was currently observing the current matter.

He really didn't understand why Ozpin had to choose him of all people, yet for some reason a pit of trepidation was beginning to form in his stomach. The only reason he could think of as to why Ozpin would single him out was not something he found the slightest bit pleasant. In fact, just pondering on that very matter was already causing his face to pale.

Swallowing, he tightened the grip around his sword's hilt before shifting the weight of his shield on his other arm.

It was now or never.

It was his time to shine in the spot light.

There was no room for mistakes.

It was time for the legend of Jaune Arc to begin.

He was trying to hype himself up, and he knew it, but O god what the hell did he get himself into.

Still waiting patiently for him, Shirou surprised him when the shield form of his weapon shifted into its sheath form.

Shirou now held two weapons in hand.

Regardless, he felt the stares on his back, and finally took action as a result.

He swung blindly, hoping for a hit.

His own spittle flew into the air as the sheath in Shirou's hands smacked him under the chin.

"Try again," Shirou spoke.

He gritted his teeth, and this time he swung out with his shield first to break the guard Shirou put up.

Surprisingly the action worked as Shirou's arms were spread open. A chance was produced to strike, but he hesitated upon seeing the indifferent look in Shirou's eyes. His guard instantly went up.

However, a loud clang sounded out as he was suddenly flung back, his eyes widening.

No way.

It couldn't be.

"How many times has your old man told you, not to pass up an opportunity?" Shirou asked as his stance completely mirrored the form of his father.

His father was a renowned Huntsman of the Arc family, a long line of generation after generation of Huntsmen and Huntresses. The fact that Shirou was mirroring his fathers form, no; the fact that he was saying the exact same words as his father left him completely stunned and speechless.

Yet his speechlessness did not mean that Shirou did not act. Instead, this time he found himself int he defensive as Shirou struck blow after blow.

He swerved right, then promptly dived out of the way from a horizontal slash.

As time passed, he was slowly realizing something as he begun his own counter attacks.

He was improving.

From the way Shirou was fighting him, Shirou would only attack in places that he knew were less guarded, prompting him to improve upon his own short-comings. Better yet, he was starting to understand the point of this new course.

He grunted after a kick sent him flying, but the amount of aura he possessed allowed him to better tank the blow.

Getting up on his feet he once again charged in with high spirits, yet a voice promptly stopped him.

"I believe that's enough for now Mr Arc," Ozpin said as he motioned past the windows and towards the darkening sky. "It's time to call it a day."

"So," Yang began as she looked around the room. "Why are we here again?"

It was after classes, and Yang along with Ruby and Blake stood across from Jaune and his team who were in an empty arena waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Jaune scratched at the back of his head as everyone's attention turned to him. "Don't look at me, you're the one's that followed me."

Moments before, after Weiss had yelled at Ruby for being an inadequate leader, and promptly left. Jaune had gone to comfort Ruby, but at the same time he noticed he'd be late for the starting of the newest class. With what he had experienced before, there was no way he was planning on missing it.

With a quick apology, he had left with his team in a hurry, and with no where to really go, Ruby simply followed behind. Which caused Yang to follow along with Blake.

Jaune's answer got straight to the heart of the matter.

Yang shurgged before she turned her attention to Ruby. "So what are we going to do now?" She asked.

"I don't know Yang," Ruby said, a cloud of depression hanging over her head.

Jaune scratched at the back of his head. "You'll be a good leader Ruby, everyone's bad at the start," he said.

"Yeah, but your team likes you," Ruby muttered.

"Cheer up Rubes, maybe we can go to Vermillion this weekend to take your mind off things," Yang said. "Didn't you always want to see him, the Huntsmen of Red?"

Blake perked up in response. "No one has ever seen his face," she said seriously.

Yang smiled as she brought an arm around both Ruby's and Blake's shoulders.

"That's why we'll be the first! Picture it now, Ruby Rose, Blake Belladonna, and Yang Xiao Long all over the news for the discovery of the century." Yang slowly waved her arm. "Huntsmen of Red, Faunus or Human? The greatest mystery of Vermillion."

Yang sighed as she noticed Ruby wasn't on bored yet, but then realized she forgot the most important thing. "While were at it, we can probably ask what weapons he uses-"

"Only if we find him." Blake interrupted, but was ignored.

"-And then we'll get to know how he can destroy hoards of Grimm so easily! Picture the weapons Rubes, picture the weapons!"

"Do you think we'll find him?" Ruby asked hesitantly.

"Of course, and he can answer all our questions."

"Again if we find him," Blake repeated in exasperation. She had been trying for years. Ever since word of Vermillion, a kingdom of Faunus, had spread throughout the Kingdoms, nearly every Faunus had. Most of them like her, simply wanted to thank him for protecting a settlement of Faunus, and providing a haven for all Faunus kind. No longer would they be forced to labour under the harsh conditions of the Schnee dust companies. Even better, was the fact that it gave the other Kingdoms something to think about. Vermillion was under the protection of the Huntsmen of Red, a Faunus? A human? Nobody knew, just that his value was worth a lot more than a regular huntsmen. Attacking Vermillion had the cost of attacking the Huntsmen of Red. No Kingdom wanted such a thing, most wanting to recruit.

"Sorry I'm late," Shirou said sheepishly as he entered the room eating from a plate of cookies. The rate of which he was eating them had Yang gaping."I got caught up in something," he explained.

Ruby perked up.

"Hmm?" Shirou seemed to say as he ate the last cookie. He didn't understand quite why his current body seemed to crave cookies, but it was okay to indulge once in a while.

"I-Its nothing," Ruby slumped.

"Took you long enough, lets get started," Jaune urged. He was more than eager to learn. Unlike the professors in Signal who didn't have the time to teach him, Shirou was different.

Shirou raised a brow as Jaune equipped himself with Crocea Mors. "We're not doing that today, Jaune."

Jaune quirked up his face in confusion. "Then what are we doing?"

"Physical training."

"Meaning?"

"Exercise."

"That doesn't sound too bad," Jaune said with confidence. "I'm quite good at crunches, push ups, and running, definitely running."

Shirou walked up to Nora in amusement and whispered into her ear. Nora's face lit up in excitement.

"Oh ok! I want pancakes then. With plenty of syrup," she said.

Ren's face widened in alarm.

Shirou nodded. "As much as you can eat."

Nora froze and turned a smile towards Jaune.

Their friendship aside, something far more precious was on the line.

"On second thought I hate this class!" Jaune said quickly as Nora approached drawing Magnhild. "W-Wait, we can talk this out-No! Stay away from me!"

Blake sweat dropped at the scene. She then turned a glance towards Jaune's teammates and noticed the only one that seemed concerned was Pyrrha Nikos. Ren was far more involved in trying to dissuade Shirou from making Nora pancakes with syrup. She thought a bit on the matter, and swiftly joined Ren.

Yang and Ruby just smiled at the scene.

"Oh Come on!" Jaune screamed as Nora actively began pummeling him. It was either dodge or die at this point.

In short, perfect training.

Well what do you think?

This story had to be put to words after I stumbled upon RWBY. A good discovery mind you.

Thanks for Reading

-Parcasious