EDIT: WOW That last upload was... interesting. Thanks for everyone who let me know, I appreciate it.

Hey Guys! It's Octurn here! Thanks for waiting this long for this chapter. Long Story short I went through a shit spot in the love area, and didn't feel right writing about love. It would've been too hard. Like I said in the interlude I will be re-releasing the chapters, so around June 2016 you might notice Jaune's Time will go from, i dunno, maybe 10 or so chapters, to about 5. I will combining the chapters, as well as adding more stuff onto them. Good luck fixing all my mistakes editoroffloor500. In addition, I got a few messages saying people enjoyed the song recommendations, and they are just recommendations, so once again, thanks for reading and here's what I'm listening to: 1. Twilight Town Extended Edition, and Hello by Tim Buckley, 3. Renegades by X Ambassador

Jaune woke up that day around 6 am. It had been about a week since his victory over Ruby, and since then, he had recovered rather quickly, even by his own special standards. The room seemed peaceful as he woke up, Nora snoring away, and Pyrrha and Ren quietly sleeping, enjoying the earlier hours as they should. Smiling, Jaune slipped into his regular gear, grabbed his blade, and left for the main tower. It'd been a while since he'd seen Ozpin for one reason or another.

Jaune slipped carefully out of the room, pacing down the hall and out the main door of the dormitory. He felt the piercing embrace of the morning mist, and felt fall in Beacon for the first time. The seasons had finally shown to be moving, and well into October. Making his way through the courtyards, Jaune held his sword tightly, trying to remember what he'd already learned. It had been too long.

The last time they'd met, Ozpin complimented Jaune's improvement, but had been serious in noting that that improvement had been almost purely mental. His raw strength was still lacking. And no matter what, no matter how many plans or tricks he had in his head, Jaune knew, and had known, that he still needed to reach a strength further beyond what he had now.

Jaune reached the front of the looming tower and stepped in bravely, expecting to be attacked from any direction. He wasn't. Then again, the only person in the lonely leather-furnished room was an old receptionist. Jaune was pretty sure he could take her.

As he passed, she asked no questions, although Jaune made an attempt to be courteous. "Afternoon!" He said quietly.

"It's morning."

"You know what they say, 'It's always Dawn som-" and Jaune stopped, awkwardly realizing the inaccuracy of his failed attempt at a joke and coughed to cover it up. "Uh, heh, yeah, good morning."

The receptionist merely aimed her pen upwards and looked away. Moaning internally, Jaune climbed the familiar cast iron-steel steps to the top floor. He could always take the elevator, but... Ozpin's orders. The paintings lining the walls glared at him while he ascended, but there was nothing on his mind but Ozpin. Those silly pictures had once scared him so much but there was nothing they could do to him anymore.

Once Jaune had reached the peak of the steps, he strode confidently into Ozpin office. "I'm here," He said, doing his best to try to sound bold.

Ozpin hardly acknowledged him, swiveling slightly in his chair. After a few incredibly painful minutes, he turned to face Jaune and responded, "It seems you are. I trust you are feeling better than before."

"Yes sir, thank you."

"Mm. I heard about your battle with Miss Rose, .""

"Ah, yes! It was just a friendly spar sir."

"I'm quite sure of it," Ozpin replied, smiling, "I think it's rather brilliant that you were able to best a top student like that, while injured no less."

"Well... I-"

"And Port tells me about something rather interesting... A certain question. "

"Oh the assignment-"

"Quite."

Jaune didn't know what to say, and there was silence for a time, before Ozpin broke it again. He said, "Jaune, I took a look at the paper,". Ozpin smiled a bit. It held a bit of pride, however his face hardly changed, as it hardly ever does.

"Sir?"

"Yes, ?"

"Why did you ever take me on as a trainee?"

"Why, because you asked."

"Is that really it?"

"Mr. Arc, if you insist on knowing, then yes. You are not special. I see the same in you that I see in all the other young Huntsmen at this academy."

Seeing Jaune look slightly downcast, however, Ozpin chuckled and added, "However. This also means I see you as no less Jaune. You hold the same potential as everyone here, even Miss Nikos."

"Sir..."

"So then, why are YOU here?"

"I want to be stronger. I want to be a hero."

"And you are not satisfied with the results?"

"So far it's only a clever trick that's helped me win. It won't work again."

Ozpin nodded knowingly. "Indeed," he said, "Although I am rather partial to strategy myself, a strong hand helps in casting the die."

"So? Can I become stronger in that way too?"

"Jaune. Your talent lies in the strategy of battle. That question you answered in Port's class... It was rather ingenious, the way you did it. Ignoring the convention in that way..."

"But I still technically wasn't right."

"Sometimes there is more to being right than simply getting the right answer."

"Sir."

"You want to be stronger, Jaune? Then I shall say this once more, although I find it irritating to repeat myself."

"Umm, Sir?"

"You hold the same potential as everyone else here. You can do anything they can. No matter how you got here, your history, or the weight you carry, you are a student at Beacon for a reason."

"I want to be stronger."

"Jaune. Pay attention in class. Listen well, and continue your Practice with Miss Nikos. I am ending our, rather short, training here. You've shown improvement Jaune, but I am no teacher. I'm just an old businessman."

"..."

"Don't worry yourself, Jaune, there will be a day when even you could be a legendary huntsman, so long as your drive remains the same. We live in the fortunate and continuous state in which a man's drive can give him wings, or cast him to chains. Never forget that, Jaune."

"Yes sir," Jaune replied slowly. It seemed that his hope of becoming the apprentice of the one of the world's strongest was lost. As he turned his back, he managed to get out the words, "thank you," and then he left, Ozpin sipping coffee and gazing out onto Beacon below.

The first bell rung as Jaune was already in his seat, it was block schedule that day, so Tactical Offense was up first. Port greeted the class heartily that morning, and began his lecture on Grimm migration patterns and striking points. Jaune took notes rather profusely at that point. ...beowolfs move in the spring... ... Often flying Grimm live over areas where they do not need to fight for food... ... Subterranean Grimm are a large threat to walled societies like Vaccuo and Vale...

"Alright class, that's enough of that for now."

Jaune's pen stopped gratefully, almost leaving skid marks on the paper. When he looked up he saw Port dragging over a large chain-metal box, with some senior Huntsmen helping him wheel it over. Jaune had a sinking feeling about whatever was in that box, and he didn't have to wait long to find out as Port began another hearty speech. "My young friends. You've already come so far, and I'm very proud of you all. I think a small examination is in order now!"

Jaune smiled nervously. Port laughed loudly and said, "As I did very early on this year, I will now release another Grimm into your midst. It will be the Job of One of you to defeat it, however you may all attempt this. I will offer no help unless any of you are in immediate and fatal danger. Now, best of luck, this one's a bit more difficult than the other!"

Port dropped his hand and the door to the cage opened. As soon as the steel slid off and hit the ground with a loud CLANG, a shadow burst out from it's containment, and dashed through the class, attempting to reach the doors. Luckily, as it approached the exit way, the two rather burly huntsmen slammed it back into the center of the room. There were many murmurs amongst the class at this. Port responded, "Now students. It is not your place to feel pity for this creature. It feeds on our hatred, and wishes for our demise in its entirety. If he were to leave, he would simply slaughter as many as he could before he escaped." Port finished coldly, unusual for him.

The beast was roughly 7 feet tall on all four legs, and it had the appearance of a Beowolf, but had a long snout and prominent fangs, like sabers. It prowled through the front of the class, eying targets, obviously looking for the weak ones to take care of first, passing by Port and the two guarding Huntsmen by the door. Soon it targeted the students. Professor Port, Along with his position has Tactical Offense teacher, was also the Grimm Studies teacher, so naturally Grimm came up often in this class, however, none of them had even heard of this type of Grimm.

Slowly, everyone began standing, wary of the creatures actions. Jaune and Ruby caught each others eyes before looking around at the rest of their teams. Looking specifically at Nora. Nodding the moment she caught their eyes, she started firing off grenades, followed by a barrage of bullets from Pyrrha and Ruby. This action was to rile the whole classroom, and invigorate the students as they rose to attack as well. The confusion caused by the loud explosions and bullets were scattering the Grimm, although not enough to stop it from knocking back half the class with a swing of its tail. Now Jaune lept from his seat to charge the beast, holding his shield forward to protect him, and just barely deflecting the sheer force of the creature's lashing tail. Holding steady, he continued to deflect the striking blows of the Grimm's lightning-fast tail.

Jaune watched carefully, if there was ever a time for the adrenaline of a teenage boy to fuel the intellect of a madman, it was at that moment. The rush began when he saw the perfect chance to strike. As the long, reaching tail swept over the students' heads, Jaune deftly rolled under it, narrowing in on the nameless beast. Dancing around each student, Jaune eventually came to the point where he stood in front of the creature, drawing its attention. He let out a piercing shout and the creature lowered its head to sync with Jaune's motion, like a cat, preparing to pounce.

Jaune teased it with his sword, and Port raised his blunderbuss, just in case. Not exactly a vote of confidence, but hey, who could blame him? Regardless, the grip on his sword held tight, and the gears in his head turning, he saw his chance.

"Pyrrha! " He called, followed by a quick two-finger motion with his hand, signaling toward the Grimm's left temple. The shots came quickly, in a pair, tipping the monster over, offing his balance. Jaune lanced a grin and pounded his shield with the pommel of his blade, and the ground shook as Nora pounded the mighty Magnhild into the ground, but JNPR held steadfast, as the Grimm tumbled. It wasn't quite done, however, as it fell, it spun with a ferocious whip and blew Jaune across the room, slamming hard into the wall.

Coughing through blood and dust, Jaune shouted, "F- Flower power!" and caught Ren's eye.

The green and black blur launched into the Grimm, landing a heavy steeple kick into its sternum, as it stumbled to the side, right into the swing of Magnhild. As the Grimm flew it caught Nora's back with claws like a razor's edge. She hardly made a noise a she crumpled to the ground. Jaune made a motion go over to her, but he heard Pyrrha call first.

"Jaune, the Grimm!" She yelled as the black mass landed and slid across the broken tile. She drew his eyes to Ren, who had already recovered Nora and taken her out from the center. Jaune nodded, barely turning in time to duck under the claw swipe that rushed toward his face. Jaune swung his sword in a soaring arc, landing a crimson cut on the creature's wrist. Wounded, the Grimm sank back onto its legs, acting defensively. Jaune and Pyrrha held the floor, and Jaune searched the beast for a chance, an opening. They circled. "Damn. Pyrrha," Jaune said tentatively.

"Jaune?" She replied, keeping her eyes trained on the Grimm.

"I don't think there's any opening we can take. I messed up, Pyrrha, that thing's just going to be on higher guard now."

"Jaune, we could still make it if all of us struck in sync, like a siege," Pyrrha suggested, as the monster poked about, testing its boundaries.

Jaune stabbed, pushing the monster back. "I don't know Pyrrha... Even if the class was that coordinated, someone could get hurt in the crossfire. I don't think it's worth the grade."

"We have to try something Jaune!"

"I know, I know! I'm just... thinking!"

Port aimed his gun at the wary Grimm. "Well, it seems the class was simply not prepared for this level of assignment quite yet."

Many of the class groaned. No one like to fail. No one liked to feel, well, useless.

Port caught Jaune's eye, and he said, "Well then, maybe it's just that no one has found the right answer quite yet." Port lowered his blunderbuss and returned to his position.

Jaune waited, and he paused. Port was speaking to him. He knew it. Jaune looked around at the class. All the faces, all the people. He realized, they too, were choices. He checked his mistakes, blunt force didn't do much except stop it. Pyrrha Rifle wasn't enough to even break it's skin, but his own sword cut open the hide like butter. Getting to the hide through that tail and those claws, however, would be easy.

Jaune took a breath, and began. "Ruby!" He called out, and her head snapped to attention. "Take two to the head!" Ruby nodded, and two heavy caliber sniper bullets planted themselves in the creature's head and back, sending it forward. Next the follow up, "Yang!"

"Got it!" Charging the Grimm, Yang threw herself and slammed her fist into the back of the creature's head.

It's head broke through the tile, but it only bought Jaune a few seconds. "Cardin! Your mace!"

"Listen here, if you think I'm taking orders from-"

"Fine! Ren, Blake, suppressing fire!"

Jaune and several others jumped back to avoid the wave of bullets coming in from either side. The Grimm staggered as it was pelted with the artillery. He only had to look at Ruby for her to get what to do next. The connection was there, they had this. The red dynamo blasted in from the side the scythe forming a gallows around the creatures neck. She swung and everyone waited on baited breath... but nothing happened. The edge of the scythe was stopped by the Grimm's near unbreakable claws, foiled by its speed, Ruby was thrown across the floor, barely recovering before she hit Weiss.

It didn't work, but why? What happened, everything was... no. I was too impatient. Jaune though to himself, It wasn't ready yet. Jaune thought back to the puzzle boxes, the inspiration to that question of Port's. I have to everything exactly right. Everything has an order. I just have to get it right, or the whole thing is useless.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha said, "What now? We have to try something else!"

"No, let's do that again."

"What? Jaune-"

"Pyrrha."

She nodded.

"Guys!" He shouted, as they turned their heads, "One more time."

They nodded, each with a bold smile on their face. Jaune was growing up, he deserved to be treated that way for once. Two bullets, a flaming punch that collided with a loud, well, yang, followed by the excellent suppressing fire from the two silent shooters. "Alright," Jaune muttered, stopping Ruby with a hand, "It's all set up."

"Jaune," Pyrrha said, "Can you do this?"

Jaune nodded quietly, "Pyrrha. In a fight, there's no such thing as being ahead or behind your enemy. The real winner is the one that can adapt, change, and move beyond the parallels he believes bind him." He felt a little bad quoting Ozpin as he had said it. But Pyrrha took it well, and it seemed to move her.

The Grimm staggered about, moving slowly into line with Jaune. He waited. "Two... One... NOW!" The beast had it's arms apart by the slightest angle. It had to be Jaune, there was no time to explain his idea to anyone else. He took the risk and dashed between the Grimm's razor-like claws, shield held forward. "Weiss, his feet!"

"On it!" She complied, catching the Grimm in place by freezing its hind legs. Jaune jumped into its chest with all his weight. With nowhere to go, the Grimm Heaved back and fell on it's ass. "Pyrrha!"

The young champion arced her spear at the Grimm, which tried to bat it away, but thanks to Pyrrha's incredible semblance, failed, as her spear went straight through its claw and lanced it to the ground. It flailed wildly with its unimpaired limb, but Blake took care of it quickly with her special ribbons, binding it still. Jaune raised his sword and brought it straight down, cleaving into the beast's forehead, piercing the iconic Grimm maw, and splitting it right through the center.

And in that moment of triumph, victory, and joy, Jaune's world seemed faded and unreal. He hadn't even meant to be the one to kill it. Pyrrha 's spear was supposed to go through its heart while Jaune held it still. "Guys, this..."

Ruby smiled at him from below, "This is something you deserve Jaune, congratulations."

With his friends all around him, praising him. Lauding him. Jaune's heart soared, and he cheered along, of course giving equal praise to his friends, whom without, he couldn't have even touched the Grimm.

Nora walked over on Ren's shoulder. "Nora, how are you feeling?" Jaune asked.

"Oh you know, I'll be okay, nothing to get cut up over!" She gave Yang a quick high five and everyone laughed along. After some congratulating from Port and the elder huntsmen, Jaune, JNPR, and RWBY left to go celebrate, and Jaune almost missed the happy glare coming down from the highest tower.

Wow that one took a while to get out. I'm really sorry about that guys. I felt like I just needed to push this one and get to work, thanks to my editor and the recent influx of followers I did not wish to disappoint. Thanks for sticking around guys. I highly appreciate it.