Let the story begin.

"speaking"

'inner thoughts'

"phrases/yelling/onomatopoeia"

flashback

" Success waits patiently for anyone who has the determination and strength to seize it.".

– Booker T. Washington

*BEEP *BEEP *BEEP…

*WHAM!

I open my eyes, I turn to the left to see 6:00 AM on my alarm clock. Eagerly, I get up out of my bed and I walk over to the curtains, while covering a yawn with my hand. I open the curtains to reveal a beautiful forest that seemingly goes on forever. I see beams of yellow peeking over the horizon of trees, indicating that sunrise is approaching.

I walk back over to my queen-sized bed and start to make it. After I finish making my bed, I walk out of my room and I quietly walk down the hallway so that I do not disturb my sisters as they sleep.

I end up in one of our bathrooms further down the hall. As I enter the bathroom I glance at the mirror above the sink. I see my disheveled blonde hair, my deep blue eyes, and as I look down I notice a small grin plastered on my face.

Today is the day I finally begin training! After nearly 3 years of pestering my father, he finally agreed to train me as a Huntsman!

Nearly every day for the past 3 years, I trained and disciplined my body so that I could be ready to become a Huntsman. It all started when I was 10, I asked my father if I could train with him to become a Huntsman. I never knew why, but he always said "No" until after nearly a year of bugging him about it, he finally relented and agreed to help me become a Huntsman. The words he spoke to me that day are forever implanted in my mind.

"Son, being a Huntsman is not as great as the stories make them out to believe. You will see things, terrible things that can change a man forever. You will do things that no man should do. You will feel things that make you question your sanity. If this is really the life that you want, all I ask of you is that you must be ready. Once you turn 14, I will put you on the path to become a Huntsman. You will need to not only train your body to become a Huntsman, but to more importantly train your heart. The strength of a man is not how physically strong he is, but what he can do with that strength. Discipline yourself so that your heart will not be swayed by the temptations of this world. For true strength and power is not just using it, but when on not to use it. Remember this my son, for there is no turning back from this path. Now come here and give your old man a hug."

I fondly remember those words, and every day for the past 3 years, those words keep repeating in my mind. Since then, I have gotten up to start training at 6:00 AM except on Sundays, because a healthy body and mind need rest as well. So, as I finish letting nature take its course and brushing my teeth, I quietly walk back into my room and change into my training gear. My gear consists of a thin white t-shirt and black cargo pants. I finish tying my black combat boots, I head downstairs towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, a granola bar, and an apple. After finishing those I walk towards the back door.

I open the door to reveal a massive backyard filled with training equipment, a guest house that we use as a training gym, as well as a playground for my younger sisters. Sometimes I really am glad that our family is a bit wealthy. And in the center of it all was my father, Nicholas Arc, waiting there with a sparring sword in each hand, and his signature shit eating grin on his face.

My father may be one of the most intimidating people I have ever met. He towers over most people at the height of six feet and seven inches and is bulk on a whole other level. His thick blonde beard, deep blue eyes, and scarred face makes him even more intimidating considering his size. However, underneath that giant of an exterior, on the inside he is just a big teddy bear. He is always smiling and rarely ever gets angry. He loves all eight of his children with all his heart and sometimes spoils some of us immensely.

I approach the man nervous, but at the same time excited for what was about to come.

"Hey Dad!" I wave as I walk over to him.

"Good morning Son", he replies "are you ready for your training?"

"I've been waiting too long for this." I respond confidentially.

"Good," he tosses me one of the sparring swords, "Let me see just how much you really want this."

I grab the sword that was tossed to me, "No shields?"

"You may have been training to use both sword and shield, but for now I just want to see how good your swordplay is by itself. Is that alright?" He asks me brow raised.

"Yeah, it isn't a problem." I reply as I take my stance smirking. "I'm ready."

"Good, because depending on how well you do today, I will see if you are truly ready to become a Huntsman or not." He states as he gets into a stance as well.

The seconds pass by as I wait for something to happen, and soon enough he comes at me so fast that I barely have time to react.

I bring my sword to block his and soon we begin to engage in battle. Both of us deflecting and blocking our attacks from each other. As the battle continues I notice my father begins to speak up, "Your form and stance are decent but will need to be improved," he says as we continue swinging our swords, "Your grip on your sword is too tight," he continues, "And your footwork needs to be improved upon too." he finishes after he parries one of my strikes, causing me to lose grip of my sword as it is tossed away. I look up to him with anxiety in my eyes. "Honestly, I expected less from you son, you seem to understand the basics behind swordplay, but from what I can tell you are not able to fix these small mistakes. The problem is that you just do not have a proper teacher to teach you to refine your technique and to hone your skills, but that can be fixed." He walks over to me and ruffles my hair up, "Good job."

I look up to him with astonishment and instantly hug him. He returns the hug, and after a few seconds of embrace he backs away. I see him walk towards the guest house I have been using as a personal gym. After a few moments, he comes out with a sparring shield in each hand., but more surprising however is that that there is a man dressed in a black cassock following behind him.

The man in black is a tall man, not as tall as my father however. Not as big either but looks to be in good shape. He has short brown hair, a handsome clean-shaved face showing off a small smile and looks to be a little younger than my father. Around his neck is a necklace with a golden cross and he is holding what looks to be a book in his left arm. What is most weird to me however is the unnatural color in the man's eyes, they seem to appear golden.

As my father and the golden-eyed man approach me, I hear a small conversation going on between them. But that conversation soon begins to die as the come closer to me. When they are both in front of me, my father moves over to stand on my left with his right hand on my shoulder and soon begins talking as I continue to look at the man with golden eyes.

"Son, this here is a good friend of mine. Please introduce yourself to him, you do not want to be rude to strangers, now would we?" My father says.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry!" I say as I rub the back of my neck with my left hand, a nervous habit I have picked up, "I'm Jaune, Jaune Arc. Nice to meet you!" I say as I stick out my right hand for the man to shake.

"It is quite alright child, I am Father Michael." He responds with a soothing voice while returning the handshake.

"Father? What are you, a priest?" I respond confused.

"Yes, isn't it obvious?" The man chuckles.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend." I apologize thinking that I may have been a bit rude to the priest.

"No need to apologize." The priest says with that same smile on his face. Soon, my father speaks up.

"Son, as I mentioned earlier, you will be needing a teacher to help you train and improve to become a Huntsman." I turn my head to father as he continues speaking, "And that is why Mikey here is going to be your mentor for this process." I shoot my head back to the priest confused on what is going on here and then back to my father.

"I told you to stop calling me that." The priest quietly remarks, embarrassed.

"I thought you were going to train me Dad?" I ask confused.

"I will still be training with you, but not as much as I should for you to improve your skills. I have my own Huntsman duties to attend to, as well as providing for the family." My father explains, "I will not be around for some time in the upcoming future, and I trust Mikey to be your teacher. He may not look it, but he is one of the most skilled Huntsman I have ever come across. If you want to really become a Huntsman, you are going to need a teacher. I won't be around, so I won't be able to teach you everything you need to know for you to be ready. And there is no one that I'd rather have to be your teacher than Mikey."

"Thank you, Nicholas, for your kind words, but I told you to stop calling me 'Mikey', it's Father Michael now." Father Michael says to my father with a stern look, while my father has amusement all over his face. The priest then looks at me continuing, "But what your father said was right, he will not be around enough to properly teach you, so he asked me if I'd be willing to and I agreed."

"Excuse me if I'm rude, but why did you agree?" I ask.

"Two simple reasons," Father Michael says, "First, because Nicholas asked me to and I owe your father my life many times over." I look over to my father to see him putting his left hand on the back of his neck, embarrassed by the praise. Huh, seems this habit is genetic. Father Michael continues, "Secondly, and most importantly, is that this world needs more Huntsman, and I'd be glad to help any future Huntsman succeed in freeing this world from the Grimm."

"Wow." I say, awed by how noble Father Michael is.

"So, son," I turn to face my father, "are you willing to accept Mikey as your teacher and mentor?"

"I have already decided." I turn to face Father Michael, "I'd be honored to have you teach me!" I say as I extend my hand out to shake the priest's hand again to finalize the deal.

"And I am honored to have such an engaged pupil such as yourself." He replies grasping my hand with his.

"Great now that introductions are out of the way, there are a few things that we still need to do." My father says, "First we need to unlock your Aura, son, you know what Aura is?" My father asks.

"Yes, I do Dad". I reply, "Aura is the manifestation of one's soul. It is a necessary resource for all Huntsman, being a powerful ally in battle. It is also required to trigger the use of dust."

"Your son seems to know well Nicholas." Father Michael states.

"Yes, it seems he does." My father replies, "Well this makes things easier then. I will have Father Michael here unlock your aura here then."

"Wait, why aren't you unlocking it?" I ask my father.

"Because, my son, I am not going to be around you enough to see how well your Aura manifests itself and Father Michael is, he also knows Aura way better than I do anyways. Is that alright son? I'm sorry if I disappointed you." My father says.

"No, it's fine Dad. Was just curious. So how do we do it?" I ask.

"Allow me. Close your eyes my child." Father Michael approaches me as I close my eye, then takes one his palms and puts it on my forehead and the other on my heart. He closes his eyes, then starts to glow in what seems to be gold and begins to speak again,

"For it is in death that we achieve eternal life. Through this, we become one with Him, all honor and glory is His. Infinite in love and mercy, I release your soul, and by His name, protect thee."

I feel a surge of warmth go through me. It feels as if my whole body was wrapped in one big warm blanket. I open my eyes and look at my arms to see a white glow surrounding them. I feel like I could take on the whole world if I wanted to! I then look at my now new teacher to see that he looks a bit fatigued. "Are you alright Father Michael?" I ask, worried for his well-being.

"Yes, I am fine young one, just got worn out a bit, that's all." He then smiles at me, "It's just that you have the biggest supply of Aura I have ever seen in someone. You truly are a miracle!"

"Dad? I ask confused.

"Son, it seems you have an unnaturally high amount of Aura. I'm so proud of you my boy!" He exclaims as he runs up to me lifting my body in a giant bear hug.

"I… can't… breathe…!" I struggle to say in between breaths while slowly being suffocated by father's strength.

"Sorry son, just got excited is all!" My father says as he puts me down, then starts to rub his neck with his left hand again. Yep, must be genetic. "Alright now that we got your Aura unlocked, we can go on to the next step!" My father says.

"What is that?" I ask.

"Breakfast." Father Michael responds. I look at my new teacher confused on how this is the next step.

"What? Aren't I training to become a Huntsman?" I ask confused.

"Yes, we are." Father Michael says, "But food is necessary for a healthy body and mind. Especially if you have Aura. Aura is run by energy in your body not just the soul itself. Studies show that Huntsman with higher amounts of Aura seem to require a lot more food to keep up their energy. So, you better eat up!" Father Michael explains.

"Oh, before I forget Son." I turn to look at my father, "Mikey here is going to be more than just your teacher or mentor for being a Huntsman, he is also your dietarian, and educator."

"I already have your meal plan sorted out for the next month. Your father gave me your details about your body ahead of time, expecting you to pass his test, and I have planned accordingly." Father Michael explains, "Your mother should have breakfast ready for you on the table, now go eat, you don't want to keep your mother waiting on you know, would you?"

I gulp in fear as I start to run back inside the house, afraid of being late for breakfast. "Thank you, Dad! Thank you, Father Michael!" I yell to both as I run towards the house.

"Jaune here seems to be really afraid of his mother as you said earlier." Father Michael says.

"He's not the only one." Nicholas says while gulping.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Father Michael says chuckling to himself, while Nicholas nods his head agreeing.

I hope you all enjoyed the prologue. I wanted to try a different approach to a Jaune story. What if were Jaune was trained to become a Huntsman prior to entering Beacon? Common plot, right? But what if there was a Huntsman priest who taught him. I don't know where I am going with this story now, but I plan on making this a long story. Next up is pairings, I don't know who to pair Jaune with, one girl, harem? Who knows? Also, how do you like the phrase for Jaune's aura unlocking. Please feel free to comment your thoughts.

I plan on updating this story bi weekly unless real life decides to bite me in the ass. Thank you for your time and please favorite, follow, review or whatever you would like. Peace.