An idea that came to me while at work. Basically One Punch Man and DBZ elements in Jaune Arc, but not the same case. I'm making it much more serious.

Also this is a christmas present to all of you so I hope you like it.

Enjoy!

"I always wanted to be strong, ya know?. So strong that I wouldn't have be the guy who had to hide while others fought my battles. I wanted to be so strong that I could be the guy who my friends and teammates could lean on for support. I wanted to be so strong that I could go back to my family and prove to them that I could be a hero. But I didn't want this. I didn't want to get so strong that everything felt like glass to me." ~Jaune Arc

Jaune Arc: Power Redefined

Volume 1: The Breaking of Limits

Chapter 1: Failure and Resolve

"I apologize Mr. Arc, but with your test scores we cannot let you into Signal Academy. With the skill you have presented to us it is clear you've had very little training and what little you've got was all your own. We cannot in good conscience let you in with just this, it would be more dangerous for you than it would be beneficial. Truly, we are sorry."

That was a much nicer way to say, you failed.

You failed.

You. Are. A. Failure.

'Least they tried to be nice about it.' thought one lone young man of 13 years of age whom sat upon a none specific little bench in the moderately built city of Patch. He wore very simple clothing consisting of black sneakers and blue jeans that had a white patch on the left side. He wore a black hoodie which hid the red and blue striped shirt underneath. His clothing seemed average really, and the young man himself would appear to be average as well if not for his more physical features that made him stand out among others.

His scraggly blonde hair was as bright as the sun and his eyes seemed to have been cut from sapphires due to the intensity in those orbs. His complexion was a healthy pale, but anyone with an inkling of the human physique could tell the young man had a strong upper body physique, more than other people his age. The young man stood out in the city of Patch as he couldn't have been a local with such foreign features, but none could tell his place of origin.

The young man was seated on a bench in a park that was situated across the street to the local huntsmen school, Signal Academy. However, his form was slouched, his shoulders were slumped in resignation and head down in despair over the situation he was in. The elements themselves seemed to respond to his own emotional state as a torrential storm ravaged the skies above all of Patch and the young man just sat in the middle of it. Not caring if he got sick or not because as of right now nothing really mattered to him. His eyes, what were usually bright and hopeful, were dull of any life in them. His hair was matted down from the downpour of rain that only seemed to cry for him as his last chance to even prove his worth, or what little he had if his father had anything to say about it, was gone.

'Oh yeah that's right, dad. I was supposed to let him and mom know about the results. Well this won't end well that's for sure.' The young teen grimaced at the thought of his father. This young man was Jaune Arc, a young man who was raised among a family of Heroes and Legends since the Great War. It was almost guaranteed that anyone born of the Arc family was destined for greatness on the battlefield. The blood of War Heroes ran through their veins and with it the innate natural talent of a warrior pumped through every part of their body. It was a calling some in his family said. A way of right that all Arcs will go through. Hell even ancient scriptures of old spoke that all Arcs were born to be warriors, masters of war, and Heroes among Heroes.

….Except for him.

'This is gonna be nasty. Mom always tried to stick up for me, but dad's always been such stuck up asshole about tradition and when he hears about this...' Jaune grimaced again as he pulled out his scroll, a gift to him by his mother for his 13th birthday. Idly he scrolled through the contacts he had on his phone, some people he knew such as his sisters, bless them when they tried to help him, his mom, dad unfortunately, and another few contacts that were put in there by his mother in case he was ever in an emergency.

'Wonder who this Qrow is?' he wonder as he scrolled past the contact name for "Qrow" and stopped once he got to his home number. At this he took a sigh and readied himself.

If the Arc family was world renowned for it's gifted members for their martial prowess. Then Jaune was considered to be the exception. The firstborn son of 8 children, raised around 6 older sisters and 1 younger sister, Jaune was left in their shadow and the expectations of his father of being a huntsman. All of Remnants higher echelon of military power looked to the Arc family as a means of future huntsmen and huntresses elites that would safeguard the world from the Grimm. It was to be expected for all those born of Arc blood to be born with such talent and with equal expectations on them.

However, this was not the same for Jaune. For many both in and outside his rather large family he was considered the black sheep of the family.

The reason?

Jaune was born with seemingly no natural talent as a huntsman.

Instead of being born with the the natural skill and talent expected of an Arc, Jaune was instead born with other things. He was born with huge levels of stamina, levels that led some to believe he'd be wonderful athlete if he had the mindset. A longevity of healing and regeneration of human cells that it blew the usual arc regeneration out of the park; normally the only healing humans or faunus could have was that of their aura being utilized, but the Arcs were born with an innate ability to heal from wounds without aura being utilized. He was born with a condition that his fraternal twin sister Rose called a "small case of Hero Complex", meaning he always wanted to help people regardless of whether or not it benefited him. He always wanted to see the good in people, and treated anyone and everyone equally as the next.

However, in spite of all this, Jaune was born with one thing that halted his aspiration of being a huntsman, and it is what made Jaune such a strange and disappointment of the Arc family.

He was born with an unnatural amount of aura. So immense that it couldn't even be measured by even the most high-tech of Atlas researchers technology. And it was because of that level of aura that it inhibited Jaune's progress as a huntsmen indefinitely. Because the side-effect of having so much aura had left him Jaune crippled in a sense for any aspiring huntsmen.

He couldn't unlock his aura.

His family had tried so many times to do it, but every time ended...violently.

The last person that tried to unlock his aura had been professional on aura, a professor at the prestigious Beacon Academy, an old friend of his fathers.

That same person was now 12 feet under after trying to unlock his aura. It was dense and so heavy that the initial backlash just destroyed the one who tried to do it. It turned his brain to mush and crushed his whole skeletal system to nothing, but dust.

That had been the last time his family every tried to unlock his aura.

And that was when he was 7 years old and since then his aura seemingly kept growing and growing making the task of unlocking it all the more impossible. It was because of that Jaune's progress as a Huntsman-in-training was nipped in the bud before it even began.

Because of that Jaune was seen as a failure, and the harsh expectations of his father only pushed the young man down further. The only few people in his family that tried to help him and those that loved him regardless of his problem was his sisters, mothers, and his grandfather. His father on the other hand was a stickler for tradition and anything, even if it was his own son, wasn't up to par with Arc tradition was a waste.

Which to Jaune's current predicament. He had left his home to become a Huntsman by trying to apply to Signal in Patch, and he left on terms to let his parents know about the results of his entry exams.

Which he had failed spectacularly.

'If I wasn't pitted against that blonde girl I might have passed, what was her name? Sang? Zang? Whatever her name was, she didn't pull any punches with her attacks that's for sure.' the blonde arc thought to himself as he readied the eventual phone call to his family.

Soon it rang and Jaune sat up a bit straighter, squaring his shoulders and head raised for discussion at hand.

Then someone spoke.

"Hello, boy."

Crap.

It was dad.

Jaune swallowed the nervous lump in his throat before responding in kind. "Hey dad, hows the...uh...family?" attempting to break the ice between the two, admittedly a poor way to do so since it was his father he was speaking to.

However Jaune's father was having none of it. "They're fine. Now, your mother and I have been wondering about the results of your test at Signal. So tell me Jaune, did you pass? Can we expect you to be in Signal?" yup that was his dad alright. Cold and to the point with little regard of emotions to others he deemed unimportant.

Now Jaune could have said anything at this point. He could have tried to play it off or even lied about the results. He could have said he did such a good job his recommendations were sent to the Headmaster of Beacon itself for future prospects of being a student. He could have said anything at that point, but he knew his father a bit too well. He wouldn't believe anything, but the cold hard truth, and in this case it was one Jaune was compelled to give simply on principle alone.

"I failed."

There was a moment of silence after that, a long cold silence that to Jaune seemed to last for eternity. The nervousness in his body only grew as the rain from the storm pelted against his skin.

Then his fathers voice spoke out in a slow, quiet, yet such a cold tone it rooted him in place. For the words his father spoke destroyed all forms of false reality Jaune had for his father actually caring about him.

"I expected nothing less from you, Jaune. Ever since you were born, you have been nothing, but a disgrace to the Arc family. You were born with so much power, so so much untapped potential, yet you are cursed to never truly realize it. I thought you would finally do something worthwhile, but I can see that this whole thing was a waste of time." his fathers words were like a cracking whip to his back, each lash more vicious than the last.

It hurt, oh god did it hurt to hear such words spoken to him, and by his own father no less. However, in some way he expected it because that's just how his father was.

"...D-dad...I..I tried." he tried to form a response, but it was so weak that it couldn't have even been one to take note of.

"And it wasn't even nearly good enough now was it?" his words only made Jaune look down. "You can't even look in me in the eye anymore can you? I see, well no matter, with the way things are, and all the failures you've accumulated I've decided what to do with you." he said causing Jaune to freeze up at those words. From the tone in his fathers voice then whatever he was about to say was too serious to ignore. There wasn't a flicker of emotion in his father at this point. Only a distant coldness that was detached of all family love the man may or may not of had for his youngest child.

"Jaune Arc, as of this moment, I hereby wash my hands of you. You are no longer apart of this family, your failures have been a blemish on us for too long. Your mere existence has been a mistake to me and to our Ancestors, and for that reason alone is enough to warrant severe punishment. But no, I'm done with you Jaune. As Head of the Arc family, I hereby disown you of all inheritable rights you were intended and stripped of your right to be viewed as a Arc by familiar recognition. I expect the Crocea Mors to sent back to us within the week."

Blip

And with that the call ended, no goodbye or farewell, the scroll held by Jaunes number fingers simply fell through his hands and hit the ground in a soft plop. Jaune's expression was frozen in a state of shock as the words his father told him rang loud and clear through his mind. Those harsh decisive words echoing in his mind similar to that of the boom of thunder overhead.

Then it began, that expression of shock cracked, his blue eyes watered as the emotions he'd kept bottled up began to give way. All of hope he had was dashed and scattered to the four winds and with it the last fleeting remnants of Jaune's self-control.

"Guh..." a tear fell from his eye before another and another until soon tears freely began to fall freely down his face. Burying his face into his hands, the young man could no longer withstand the tide of his emotions. Alone, wet and cold in the middle of the storm in Patch was all that Jaune had in this solitude he'd gained after chasing what was now an unattainable dream.

He sat there for what felt like hours, for so long he sat there until he could cry no more and even then he simply couldn't move. He had lost all feeling he had in body, and a good breeze only seemed like a wave of needles impacting his body at this point.

'What...what do I do now?'

He thought about that in his solitude. He was only 13, but by being raised mostly by his grandfather and mother he was much more self-reliant than his siblings. By coming to Patch and trying out for the entry exams into Signal had all come from his own hard earned money. He had rented out a small apartment for himself on the outskirts of the city when he got here, but now it seemed he would need to apply for a job to gain some income for himself so he could keep himself afloat.

Fighting through his emotions, Jaune quickly began to try and come to terms with what just happened and now tried to figure out what he could do now. He had no home to go back to, and he only had a couple lien left over for this months rent. That could be easily remedied by picking up small jobs around Patch to keep himself afloat due to how dirt cheap the rent was. And if all else failed he could fall back on his grandfathers lessons in surving out in the wild for however long he needed.

The thought of his grandfather caused Jaune to stop as a fleeting memory flashed to the forefront of his mind.

'Hey! Hey hey hey grandpa! You know what I wanna be when I grow up? I wanna be a hero just like in the stories!'

'Hoh? And what kind of Hero do you want to be my boy? Perhaps like Achilles? Hercules? Or maybe the Hero who saves the damsel in distress?~'

'Well those too I guess, but I want to be the Hero that can protect everyone! I want to be able to protect my sisters, mom, and you!'

'Ah...so you want to be that kind of Hero, that is an admirable dream my boy. However, let me tell you this, even if you wanted to become that strong you still need one thing that determines your success for that aspiration.'

'Huh? And what's that?'

'Hohohoho that my dear boy is called...Resolve. An unbreakable resolve to get stronger, so strong that no one can ever threaten those you love. If you have that then I have no doubt nothing will hold you back.'

The memories quickly washed away, but the effects still lingered in Jaunes expression, a little bit of light returning to his dull blue eyes.

"I should probably figure this all out later, best get out of this storm before I do catch a cold." Jaune muttered to himself before he kicked his feet to the ground, sending a shock through his legs to wake them up. Satisfied with the feeling returning back to his limbs Jaune slowly stood back up and without another word he flipped his hood over his head and walked away. Leaving behind his scroll with little to regard for anything attached to his family.

Even though it was a gift from one of the very few that loved him in spite of his faults.

And in the distance a single black crow with beady red eyes stared at the fleeting Arc before its head twitched to the side, as if contemplating something until the black bird finally jumped and took flight.

And with the scroll that was now in it's talons...

Jaune Arc was a peculiar young man, even among those of his family. He held within him a certain stigma that was born from his time bonding with his grandfather. Ina world as cruel as Remnant he tries to see the good in people and always helps those that need help regardless of the situation. Be it human or faunus he always wanted to help, he could remember a time when he jumped into a brawl to protect a faunus girl from being hurt by other racial discriminatory humans. That had been the day even his father congratulated on him for doing the right thing.

'To be a Hero has always been my dream.'

Jaune Arc sat on his mattress in his run down apartment building. It was the next morning after the events of yesterday, and after waking up the blonde only got up to get a cup of coffee before sitting back down so he could think. Now that he had gotten a much need 8 hour sleep he was given enough time to think things through and view them from a different perspective.

'If I was strong, I could protect them. If I was strong I could hold my sisters, mom, gramps, and friends close and destroy whatever threatens them.'

Dressed only in a blue tank top and red shorts, Jaune thought about everything. His lack of skill as a Huntsmen, his inability to unlock his aura due to his condition and lack of natural born talent of being a warrior like the rest of the Arc family. There was a lot of things he wasn't good at, and very rare few he was good with. He could cook with the best of them, dance the socks off his older sister Olivia, he could sing and play the guitar with a talent that his sister Rose was enamored with.

However the one thing he was good above all else, was good old fashioned training. Not with weapons, dust or aura, but with your body. Trained by his grandfather in the old ways of battle he grew to have a deeper understanding of the human body and through that he gained an appreciation for physical training and exercise. So much so that some in his family said he had an unhealthy obsession over it, but from what his mother said his sisters weren't complaining when they saw him training.

Weird, but whatever.

If there was one thing he was good at, it was that and his body showed it. While unable to use aura, Jaune had a much stronger body than most people, regardless of age. He was just born with an incredibly durable and adaptable physique. Enough so that he could train himself for much longer than any other Arc in the family. Even the strongest warrior in their family, and his oldest sister Bianca was unable to keep up with him.

That's what he was truly good at, and it was for that sole reason Jaune hadn't given up entirely.

'Remember this Jaune, before we had aura, before we had dust complex weaponry, we Arcs relied solely on bodies as weapons. We trained ourselves to be the best of warriors. We trained till we bled and then some just to become as strong as we are. So remember, if all else fails...'

"Then physical training will suffice..." the blonde stated.

He sat there for a minute before he took in a breath of air before quickly downing all the coffee in one go. Placing the mug on the counter he breathed back out and opened his eyes.

And his blue eyes seemed to reignite with a vigor never seen before in the young man. Pain and sorrow was simply crushed while leaving only a new form of resolve molded, shaped and tempered by the reality of his situation. Looking down at his hands he clenched them into fists, knuckles cracking and popping with his newly forged determination.

"This won't stop me. He may have taken everything from me, but I still got this body of mine. I will become a hero, even I won't be a legitimized Huntsman, I will become the strongest warrior Remnant will ever see. I swear...I will be the strongest!" he said to himself in the solace of his rundown apartment building.

...Than it until he heard a harsh knocking from the floor.

"Oi keep it down up there will ya?!"

'Oops.'

Flinching at the sudden bark from below, Jaune chuckled nervously for a few moments before he looked to the side as he thought about what he needed to do.

"Okay, first I need to get a part-time job to keep up a little bit of income. Perhaps while I'm out I'll get what groceries I need for this training. Plenty of protein from fish and chicken would be good, and I can catch my own fish from the nearby river. I'll also need to get some fruits and vegetables as well." the more he thought about it the more Jaune began to feel a little disillusioned by the reality he'd made for himself.

He was gonna need a lot of money.

"Well I guess its water, fish, and bananas for the next few weeks." he said with a sigh.

That settled Jaune did the only thing that made sense after that.

Stretching his body he popped out the kinks in his legs, shoulders, back and neck. Then he stood up straight, then he fell forward to the floor before catching himself at the last minute. Arms pushing up, the blonde quickly began to do push-ups, and the beginning of his training regime.

Perhaps it was childish naivety, or perhaps it was the result of standing on the brink of desperation, but Jaune was committed to this. If he wanted to be strong he had to do it his own, and the only way he knew was by this method. He'd been stripped of everything he ever had which wasn't much considering what he was to the family. He had nothing, but the clothes on his back and the skills he'd acquired by growing up with grandpa.

"No pain no gain, right grandpa?" Jaune muttered to himself as he continued his push-ups.

Before he left for Patch to apply for Signal his training regime had been fairly simple. 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10 km run. He did this every 5 of 7 days. However, if he wanted to get stronger he had to do more than that. He had to increase the intensity of his training, up the amount he did and add in his own methods of training and exercise. However, above all that he couldn't stop, no more breaks and more breathers.

Starting tomorrow he would be waking up 4 in the morning and going back to bed at 9 in the evening. He was gonna do this every single day until he felt he was strong enough to accomplish his dream. No matter how much it would hurt him, no matter how much it would tear his body apart, he had to do this.

Because as of now he was a nobody, one whose existence was stripped by his own father and now to give himself a reason to keep going he had to get strong. There was no maybe in this, he had to do it.

There was no turning back.

'I will get strong...I will be the strongest, I swear it on my life!'

That's the end of his prelude. Just a little something to put my mind at ease and give you guys a little something for christmas. Not much, another story yeah, but I just loved doing this.

God I love Jaunes character, so much potential to be used.

Anyway, this will eventually be a Harem story down the line, but as of now that's far and I mean very far into the future. What's important now is Jaunes development and that I will be focusing on.

That said, have a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!

Ja'ne!