Jaune and Pyrrha were sitting in from of each other, in a lotus position, both meditating in an attempt to discover Jaune's Semblance, the elusive power that kept escaping the blonde knight. He had a peaceful face at that moment, and Pyrrha stopped meditating to look at him for a while. She blushed a little at the thought they were alone, and how handsome the boy was, at least for her. She also felt proud of him, as since the Breach he had being more dedicated to training, and had made leaps and bounds on his fighting skill. If he kept it up, soon he would be on par with everyone else.

"Jaune, I think that is enough for tonight." She said in her caring voice, and slowly Jaune opened his eyes and give her a weak smile.

"Still no idea what my Semblance is, right?" He commented, making her gently put a hand on his left shoulder.

"We will discover it soon enough." She answered, and then he got up and stretched, not noticing the looks Pyrrha was giving him.

"I hope so. I want to be able to fight with you guys without you having to worry if I was alright all the time." He said and Pyrrha couldn't lie to him that she still worried about him, but now not so much over his skills as a warrior, but because he was important to her. "Pyrrha, better you go back to our dorm. I want to take a walk and clear my head before sleeping."

"I can walk with you…" She talked as the boy helped her up, but he held her hands for a while, making her blush intensify a bit more.

"Pyrrha, you are tired, I can see it in your face. I am grateful you are doing the extra mile for a dumb guy like me, but I will never forgive me if that takes a toll on you. Go rest, I will be there soon."

Pyrrha held his hands for a few more seconds before letting it go and walking back to the dorm, her mind still worried about the boy she cared so much, yet happy that he also cared her maybe as much. Jaune decided to walk to the backyards of Beacon, a place mostly likely to be silent at that moment of the night. As he expected when he arrived, nobody was there, so he slowly walked between the gardens and the trees, thankful he was able to make so many supportive friends, and especially for Pyrrha not giving up on him.

Yet he was sad that he couldn't show her more of a progress so both could feel proud of their hard work. Jaune thought about his semblance, and his desires. He entered beacon to be a hero like his lineage suggested, but nowadays he just wanted to protect his friends and make them proud. That is why he has being dedicating himself more to training. He especially wanted to hear Pyrrha say 'you did it' instead of 'you can do it'.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't noticed when he wandered far from the gardens and into an old building closer to the cliffs than the school. The place was covered in ivy and moss, and clear was not used for decades, its wooden doors long rotted away. The place wasn't a shed, he thought, and somehow remembered him of a school of some kind as he walked inside, curious about the place.

Inside, the place was definitely roomy, but it was empty, the moonlight penetrating the windows giving the place an eerie yet comforting look. Jaune didn't know why the place was abandoned, but he was already thinking if Ozpin would mind if he and his friends took the place for themselves. It would make a nice 'clubhouse' for their rowdy companions to let it out with their antics without bothering everyone else.

He walked at the back room, a smaller place that looked once was some type of lab or library, once again a completely empty place, but there was a magnificent stained glass mural with seven people depicted. They were under a chalice, and ready to fight, Jaune understood, and he would definitely ask Ozpin about it. He took a picture of it and approached, startling a cat that made the place its home. The cat jumped at Jaune and scratched his hand, a cut deeper than expected.

Jaune cursed his luck as he shook his hand, a few droplets of blood hitting the floor, where an inscription was hidden under the dust, now glowing with intensity, forming an arcane circle of some kind. The knight then saw a bright blue light shine from under the dust, and an explosion soon after threw him on his butt. He blinked for a while before looking up. A figure withstood in the middle of the light, and he could not be more surprised.

"I ask of thee, are thou my Master?" The figure said in a commanding tone.

There was a girl with bright, beautiful green eyes staring back at him, her eyes full of power and sadness. Her golden hair held in a bun behind her head, she wore a blue and white battle skirt with heavy armor plates over it, in her hands a two handed sword with blue and golden details. Jaune could only see her as royal in her posture and manner. He only could gag back at her though.

"W-wait… what?"

"Are thou my Master?" She asked again, not changing her posture.

"M-master?"

"Yes, I was summoned by someone, and considering thou art the only person here, I assume thy art my Master." She said again, as Jaune stood up slowly.

"Is this a joke? Did Cardin or Yang ask you to play a prank at me?" He asked the blonde girl, that he realized had a petite frame, barely taller than Ruby. She scoffed at him and approached, sheathing her sword.

"That is no prank, I assure thy. Show me thy left hand." She ordered, and Jaune was compelled to do as she said. She took his gauntlet and glove off and he saw a red marking on the back of it, a marking that wasn't there before.

"This is proof thou art a Master, my Master. I am thy Servant. I am here to serve thy in the war to come." She said proudly, and Jaune could only admire her. She was like one of the heroines he read from the old family books.

"Wait, war? What war?" He asked as soon as he left his surprise subdues in his mind. The girl was about to answer, but somehow the answer didn't came. Something was off, she knew for sure, but she couldn't remember at all. Jaune perceived her distress and gently touched her shoulders. "Are you OK?"

"I think… I cannot remember what I was supposed to say…" She said, and Jaune smiled a bit. He was sure that wasn't a prank now, she would be a hell of an actress to pretend being distressed like that.

"Maybe it has something to do with the Grimm?" He wondered, and the girl looked at him, like something clicked in her head, but she wasn't certain what.

"Yes, I believe it might…" She said, and Jaune let go of her shoulders, now becoming very nervous over talking to such pretty girl.

"So, I am Jaune. Jaune Arc. And you are?" She looked at him like his name made her remember something else, and she looked at his blue eyes, like trying to recover that lost memory from the deepness of his eyes. Jaune blushed at her intent stare before she spoke again.

"I believe it is better for my identity to be not fully known for now. Thou can call me Saber, as this is my Servant Class. The marks on thy hand are Command Seals, and that will allow thou to give me up to three orders I might obey no matter what, though I hope we can have no need for that." She explained, as Jaune tried to absorb such information.

"What exactly are you? And you said you are a Saber class, does this means are others like you?"

"Yes, Master, glad to see thou art perceptive. There are seven Servant classes, but… I feel something changed, and while usually only seven Servants are summoned, I do not feel the presence of the Holy Grail…" She said, her face then changing to a pensive frown.

"Grail?"

"Yes, an object of great power, that somehow I know it is very important, but I cannot remember why it is so important…"

"So, huh, Saber… What are you, exactly?" Jaune questioned, the girl changing again to a more regal pose.

"Servants are Heroic Spirits of the past... Albeit the term 'heroic' might not befit many Servants." She said, and Jaune rubbed his forehead. That was too much information for him, and if not for the mysterious red markings in the back of his left hand, he would simple brush it off as a prank.

"Look, it is late, and I need to return to the dorm." He said, leaving a long sigh.

"I have questions for thy as well, Master." Saber said, but she had an understanding tone beneath her inquiry. Jaune smiled at her.

"Let's leave them for tomorrow, OK. But… Where will you sleep?" He asked her, and then she just vanished in a glimmering light that faded like smoke. "Wait, Saber?"

I am still here, I just faded of view. Only you can hear me now.

"That is so cool!" He said, and for a second he imagined Saber left a smile out. "So, hmm, we will talk more tomorrow. Good night, Saber."

"Sleep well, Master."

Jaune walked back to his dorm room, where he found Ren and Nora sleeping at the same bed, something not unusual as Nora would more often than not fall asleep while Ren was tutoring her, despite everyone else thinking she did it on purpose. For his surprise Pyrrha wasn't sleeping already, and they shared a greeting as he prepared himself for sleep. He remembered the red marking in his hand while in the bathroom, and decided to use Pyrrha's make-up to hide it, at least till he could explain Saber to everyone. After he was done, he got into his bed.

"You stayed out a bit too long…" Pyrrha whispered to him, her worrying tone making Jaune smile at her.

"Found an abandoned building behind the school. I ended up exploring it for a bit. Tomorrow I will show you." He answered, and she smiled at him.

"That sounds grand. Goodnight, Jaune." She said as she finally closed her eyes and allowed herself to rest.

"Night, Pyr." He said, finally feeling how tired he was, and soon he found himself sleeping.

…

The next day Jaune was the last one to wake up, with Pyrrha gently shaking him out of his sleep. Jaune woke up and started to get ready as his friends walked out for breakfast. As he got ready, Saber talked to him on his mind, startling him.

"Gah! Saber!?"

Sorry for scaring thy, Master. I was wondering if you can answer some of my questions now.

"Sure, sure, ask away." He said as he put his combat gear, as Prof. Goodwitch combat class was the first of the day.

Where are we?

"This is Beacon Academy, a school for Hunters, people that fight the creatures of Grimm." He explained, and he felt Saber was a bit satisfied with the idea.

So thou art a warrior, a knight.

"Not really, but I am training to be one. I am… Not a good warrior as of now, but Pyrrha is helping me with that." He answered as he put his sword in his belt.

The redheaded girl? She seems to hold you dear to her.

"She is my partner, mentor and probably my best friend. I wouldn't be here if not for her." He answered and he felt Saber was a little proud of such arrangement.

I like her; she clearly is a noble warrior, like the legendary Amazons of mythology. But if training as a knight is what thou need, I will provide training myself.

"That would be great, Saber! But I have combat class now. And breakfast. Do you… need to eat?"

I don't need to, though I can and appreciate good food. All I need to sustain myself is thy mana, that thou have plenty.

"Mana? You mean my Aura?" He checked his scroll, noticing a huge chunk of his Aura was missing.

If that is how they call it, yes. But if I eat food, I may not need much of thy Aura. And thou make good of being well feed too, Master. It will make your mana recover.

Jaune walked to the mess hall, after instructing Saber to not talk to him unless needed, as it would be seem as weird if he started talking by himself. He felt hungry now, and ate a huge amount of food, usually only comparable to Nora's appetite, what surprised his friends as they stared at his huge plate. Yang was the first to comment at it.

"So, vomit boy, did you and Pyrrha finally got down and dirty for you to have such appetite?" She commented, making almost everyone gag on their food, with Pyrrha and Jaune red as tomatoes.

"YANG!" Jaune, Ruby, Pyrrha and Weiss shouted at the same time.

"Don't say such indecencies at the table, you buffoon!" Weiss was the first to talk, as everyone else recovered their breath.

"What, it is not like cereal girl would jagjashbbew." Ruby put her hand at Yang's mouth.

"Sis, I love you, but stop." The young girl said, and then she turned to Jaune. "So, training a lot?"

"Yeah, I think the exercise made me extra hungry." Jaune said, as he kept eating.

"I have an idea what exercises you two have made OUCH!" Yang received an elbow at her ribs from both sides, from Ruby and Weiss. Pyrrha barely could look at Jaune, who kept eating in silence, trying to avoid the inquiring looks.

Thou have interesting friends, Master.

…

The combat class was going well, as Jaune was yet to be called to fight. Saber, still invisible, observed with great curiosity and appreciation of the exercise. She was especially impressed with the transforming weaponry most students used, and despite the challenge of using such constructs, most students showed to have a great degree of proficiency with them.

Meanwhile Jaune had only two thoughts in his head. The hope he would not have to fight that day and observing the students while he was trying to create strategies in his head to not receive a humiliating defeat. Certainly though destiny would not let Jaune out of the hook that day.

"Mr. Arc, Mr. Winchester. Your turn." Prof. Goodwitch called, making Cardin smile arrogantly and Jaune groan. Pyrrha and Ruby gave him a few tips, while most of his friends gave him words of encouragement. He just dragged himself to the arena.

Is thy opponent that difficulty to deal with, master?

"He isn't the best fighter here, but I am probably the worst one." Jaune murmured hoping everyone would just take it as him lamenting his luck.

Thou need to believe in victory. Your friends believe… Two of them, at least. I believe you can win too.

"Thanks Saber. I think I just need to focus and do better…" He murmured as he readied his sword and shield.

And Master, flex your shield arm a bit more.

The fight started and to everyone's surprise, except Pyrrha and Saber, Jaune was holding way better than expected. He was actually standing at Cardin in somewhat of an equal footing, partly due to Pyrrha's relentless training, and part as Saber giving him hints and tips along the way. Most of the audience was pleasant surprising to see that the blonde knight was finally fighting as an equal.

Cardin on the other hand was angry. He always expected fights against Jaune to be the easiest ones, just a way to show off to the rest of the students, and here he was having difficulty with the scrawny guy. He noticed that Jaune was using his shield to deflect the attacks, not block, and that his counters were dangerous. Cardin wanted a fight were he could gloat, not that challenge he was reading. So he was forced to use the one thing he never used against Jaune.

Cardin activated his Semblance.

The mace seemed to get bigger and bigger as Cardin injected Aura in the weapon, and as the mace reached its biggest size, he swung it against Jaune. Jaune followed the entirety of the instructions Saber shout at him, and his body flexed exactly like Pyrrha taught him, his aura flowing to his legs and shield arm. But even so the impact was too much for the knight, and he was thrown several meters back, falling on his back, air fleeing his lungs. He tried his hardest to get ready to fight again, after all, three people believed in him.

Cardin didn't want to wait.

He would not let this end in a close fight, so he once again made his mace bigger, determined to make his victory unquestionable, and rushed to attack the fallen blonde. Saber noticed that this was an unneeded attack made out of spite, and decided she would have nothing of that.

Cardin swung his mace, only to see it blocked by something.

Blue mist dispersed as Saber appeared in front of everyone, the mace apparently blocked by some invisible weapon. She didn't gave Cardin the chance to counter, and with a movement she shove the mace upwards, before she spun in place and sent Cardin flying with a powerful attack over the stands and against a wall. With that the panel above their heads showed that Cardin was out of Aura, while Jaune was in the yellow. Saber apparently sheathed her now invisible sword and offered a hand to Jaune.

"Art thou right, Master?"

Goes without saying, that sentence made a lot of people give Jaune weird looks.