Hey everyone, it's acw28 here with a brand new story!

So I know I'm already juggling quite a few stories, and I'm in the process of writing updates for several of them, but this idea just stayed in my mind and refused to leave, so I figured I'd go ahead and see where it takes me. As far as inspiration for this story goes, I was reading a RWBY fic that other day, and for the life of me I can't recall the name of, where Jaune is descended from a line of warriors that were able to ride a certain animal. From there I remembered that Jaune's semblance has never been confirmed, and the idea grew from there.

A few notes before I get this story started. First off is that this is probably going to be a short chapter, I just want to get the major cannon deviations established. Second, I do have a pairing in mind but I'm going to keep it a secret for now (and Tobi you better not tell anyone!). Part of what I love about this site is how it offers people the opportunity to talk with those who create the content and influence the future of the story (I have been on both ends of this, and I can say that my work has definitely improved thanks to an outside perspective), so I'm interested in what my readers think and how they'll try to persuade me to follow their OTP. And finally the last note, I've got a new poll on my profile, so if you feel so inclined, please go take a look at it after you finish reading this.

Whelp that's it, let's get this party started!

Disclaimer: RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth, I'm just a fan writing a story of what I think may have occurred with a small change to the plot.

Without realizing it, Jaune Arc was doing something incredibly stupid. While he may only be twelve and was expected to make some mistakes, his age did not excuse the situation he was currently in. The day had started as it usually did, the boy woke up early to help his mother take care of his seven younger sisters before eventually being tasked to go out into the city of Arcadia to grab a few things while the woman tried to lay her younger daughters down for a nap. Usually this was his father's job, but as the man was currently on a mission the responsibility fell to Jaune. It had gone well to, the boy having followed a set of complicated directions to get to the small shop where he purchased a few groceries. He was also incredible lucky as the shopkeeper, after gushing about how mature and responsible the blonde was being, gave him a free chocolate bar.

But shortly after that the boy's luck turned.

On his way home from the shop, Jaune ran into a few older boys. Immediately the older boys recognized the blonde and seeing the grocery bags in the boy's hands, the ring leader had started calling Jaune a wimp, saying he'd never live up to his name. While it was true that Jaune was a bit weaker than other kids his age, that never stopped him from wanting to be a Huntsmen like his father, his grandfather, and his great grandfather. It wasn't simply about his family's name, he truly just wanted to help others around him, whether it be defending a complete stranger from a Grimm or running an errand to help his mom. Yet as the taunts continued Jaune shed a few tears at the hurtful words, giving the bullies something new to tease the boy about. In a fit of anger Jaune called out that he would show them, that he would defeat a Grimm before any of them, that they had his word on that and an Arc never goes back on their word. Not caring about the older boys' response, Jaune quickly turned and ran back home.

Once he had a chance to calm down, Jaune realized just how stupid he was being. The older boys were going to go to be attending combat schools within the next few months and were bound to be fighting Grimm within the next year or so. Jaune had to keep his family's honor, meaning he had to slay a Grimm and soon. This all occurred to the boy as he slowly made his way home. After quietly slipping inside so as not to disturbed his napping sisters, and mother if the shape on the couch was any indication of the woman's state of awareness, he continued to rack his brain trying to find the solution to his dilemma until his eyes spied he'd seen everyday but never given mind to.

Crocea Mors hung proudly within its sheath above the fireplace. Jaune briefly recalled his father saying that the blade was a family treasure, forged by the first Arc, his great grandfather, and passed down through the generations, continually increasing the legend of the family. Jaune's great-great-grandfather used the blade during the Great War to protect his comrades while his father had trained with the blade before forging his own weapon. And now, now Jaune was going to use the blade to make his words true.

After carefully moving some spare furniture around to grab the blade from its mountings, and struggling not to drop the heavy weapon and wake the house, Jaune once more slipped outside with the Arc family sword strapped across his back. After taking a deep breath to steal his nerves, the boy rushed into the woods surrounding his home. Like much of Remnant's settlements, Arcadia contained a central hub of activity while being surrounded by some woods. Although beautiful, the woods also held the threat of the creatures of Grimm, prompting the city council to long ago build a wall enclosing the immediate area so that the city's citizens could enjoy the tranquil nature without worrying about the dangers of Grimm. While this plan usually worked, the occasional weak level Grimm managed to slip through the cracks. And so Jaune found himself wandering the woods, hoping to find a weak level Grimm to slay. He wasn't particularly picky either, whether it be a Beaowulf or an Ursa, the blonde boy would slay the beast.

As the old saying goes, be careful what you wish for. As the boy was climbing over a large set of roots, he was suddenly pushed forward, his chin scarping the ground as a loud "clink" filled the area. Although his chin was stinging and bleeding slightly, Jaune quickly got himself up to see what had pushed him, only to see a small Griffon standing before him, one of it's middle talons bent slightly upwards from where it impacted on Jaune's sheath. As the woods became silent, Jaune got a closer look at his opponent. Like its name said, the Grimm walked on four lion-like legs and had large feathered wings and a bird-like head. However, unlike other Griffons he'd seen in books, this one was immature and small…only the size of a large horse.

The slight calm that had settled on the pair disappeared quickly as the Grimm released a shirk before charging forward. Jaune acted quickly, grabbing the handle of Crocea Mors, only for the blade to get stuck in its sheath. As the boy desperately tried to free the blade the Griffon charged forward and leapt. Jaune screamed in pain as the claw dug deeply into his left shoulder. The adrenaline from the battle giving him extra strength, Jaune managed to get his legs underneath the Grimm and kick it back, the claw leaving a diagonal, shallow cut as the beast was sent backwards.

Now with some breathing space, Jaune quickly got back to his feet. Instead of trying to get his sword once more, he wisely unbuckled the sheath and let it drop to the ground. As the Grimm regained its footing and began to charge once more, Jaune rolled backwards, grabbing the sheath in the process. Now with weapon in hand, the boy felt more confidant that he could do this, that he could sly the Griffon. However as he came to his feet, Jaune barely had enough time to cross his arms in front of himself to protect himself from the Grimm's chopping jaws. Although the beast's beak would have easily gone through Jaune's arms, he was lucky as the metal sheath managed to keep the Griffon's jaws apart, but that didn't stop the beak from leaving deep gashes in his arms.

As the Grimm withdrew its head for another strike, Jaune took the chance to swing the still sheath blade. As the attacks neared, Jaune proved to be a hair faster, the metal smacking into the Griffon's head with a satisfying "clang". The bad news, Jaune's balance was once more thrown off balance, the blade sliding out of both his hand and sheath as he landed on his back and had the wind knocked out of him. The Griffon, despite the head arch, took the opportunity presented to it pin the boy under one of its feet, the front claws just missing Jaune's head and the back talon grazing his side. The Grimm seemed to savvier its apparent victory, cocking it's head to the side, almost as if it was smirking at its future meal.

Meanwhile thoughts were racing through Jaune's head, 'Is this how it ends? Killed before I even get to be a Huntsman.' As the morbid thought left his head, images of the boy's life passed through his head, images of his friends, of his family, of his seven little sisters that he'd be leaving behind. 'No,' the boy thought, determination filling his body, 'I'm not leaving them behind!' While keeping his eyes locked onto the Griffon, Jaune reached out behind him trying to find his sword. This sudden movement alarmed the Grimm, causing it to pull its head back in preparation to finish the boy off.

As the deadly beak came closer, Jaune finally grasped the handle of his blade. Releasing a wordless war cry, the blonde swung upward as fast as he could with all his might, the blade cutting halfway into the Griffon's neck. Everything was still as the beast looked down in shock, meeting the boy's equally shocked gaze. Finally, the Grimm seemed to remember it's mortality, it's body collapsing on the boy. Despite the heavy weight pinning him down, Jaune couldn't help but to smile, knowing he had kept his family's honor. It was then that the events of the day caught up with him, and the boy laid his head back as he lost consciousness, confident that his injuries weren't too serve to require immediate attention and that the Grimm's body would be dissolved when he got up.

With both combatants incapacitated, one dead and the other unconscious, no one witnessed the oddity that was about to take place. As Jaune knew, Corcea Mors was an old blade, and a special one at that. The particular way the rare metal of the blade was forged gave it unique properties. Aside from never dulling or rusting, the blade also captured the essence of vanquished Grimm, releasing the energy in one giant burst when its wielder needed it the most. However every previous wielder had their Aura, the projection of their souls, activated before unknowingly using this ability, the pure energy acting as a buffer to its corrupting counterpart. Without this barrier, Corcea Mors served a new function, acting as a channel to direct the essence of the vanquished Griffon directly into Jaune. The long process continued into the evening hours until the body of the Griffon was gone. While Jaune's cuts were still unhealed and he hadn't gained any extra features such as claws or feathers, boy was changing, just not in a way that could be seen.

It's unknown how long Jaune would have stayed out in the woods alone, if not for an odd coincidence. Jaune's father, Louis Arc a man that looked much like his son save for his brown eyes, was returning home early from his hunting expedition, noticed a glint of light off the path to his house. A quick investigation revealed his son, heavily injured but alive, holding onto the family sword. Immediately the man put the boy on his shoulders and rushed into Arcadia's hospital, the ER staff immediately rushing to help. Once his son was in good hands, the Arc patriarch called his wife to share the grim news. Luckily for the two Jaune's injuries, though unsightly, proved not to be life threatening and after setting a few broken bones and stitching up the cuts the boy would be free to return home, where he'd be grounded for eternity if his mother had her way.

"Come on big brother!" Amanda Arc demanded as she pulled her twin's good arm. Jaune only chuckled at his sister's antics as the two walked down one of the side streets of Arcadia, running an errand for their mother. Luckily for Jaune his mother had been talked down for grounding him only two weeks, provided he wrote a ten page paper regarding why his adventure was irresponsible and promising never to do something like that again. This of course also came with Jaune's unofficial punishment, requiring an escort to and from town to ensure he wasn't tempted to go Grimm hunting again. Today the task fell to the second born Arc.

As he followed after his sister, Jaune reflected on a few changes that had happened to him in the past month. The most obvious were his scars. Although stitched up, the boy's recover was further sped up due to the careful application of Aura, resulting in the thread only being present for a week and the bones almost healed overnight. Still the healing left the boy with large scars on his chest and arms, something the boy was incredibly self-conscious of, leading to his habit of wearing a hoodie everyday. Jaune also found himself spending more time with his sisters. His family was always close before the Griffon incident, but afterwards Jaune seemed to find any excuse he could to play with his little sisters during his free time. In fact the only time he spent away from any family member was when he'd sneak off into the woods to practice with Corcea Mors, for some reason he just felt drawn to the blade after his first battle.

Although not paying attention to the outside world, Jaune was broken from his thoughts when a voice said, "Well what do we have here? The hero has decided to grace us with his presence." Standing before Jaune was Marcus Lark, the ringleader of Jaune's tormentors and the only one to completely deny any truth to Jaune's tale of battle.

Seeing the older boy's grin, Jaune was tempted to wipe it off the teen's face, but instead said, "Go away Marcus, I'm not in the mood to deal with you today."

Instead of retreating, the older boy stalked closer, "What are you going to do Arc? Beat me like you did with your imaginary Grimm? Everyone knows that's just a story you made up to save yourself the embarrassment of falling out of a tree." Now Jaune really wanted to punch this guy, but before he could do anything Amanda spoke up.

"Leave my brother alone you jerk. If he said he fought a Grimm, he fought a Grimm." the girl said without a hint of doubt.

The street was silent for a moment before Marcus and his goons started laughing. "Look at this," the bully said to his followers, "the idiot's got the kids believing his crap." He then turned back to Amanda and said, "Don't worry sweetie, when your brother turns tail and runs at the first sight of a Grimm, I'll be there to save you and in a few years you'll be showing your thanks to me in my be…" before he could finish the sentence, Jaune had pulled his fist back and launched it into the older boy's mouth, feeling the bully's head jerk back before he fell to the ground.

"You aren't going to touch her, ever." Jaune declared, glaring at the entire group.

As Marcus propped himself up and wiped the blood away from his bleeding, he turned to his cronies an asked, "Well what are you waiting for, an invitation? Get him!" Hesitantly, the group charged at the lone blonde, Amanda running off to find her father when she saw what was about to happen.

It took twenty minutes for Amanda to find her father and lead him back to where the fight was. By the time the two arrived, they found Jaune sitting on a pile of boys, all moaning in pain at the beating they'd been handed. That wasn't to say Jaune came out of the fight unscathed, his lip having a large slipt and his left eye swollen shut. Despite seeing his son come out on top against multiple opponents, Louis still sighted before saying, "You know your mother's going to ground you again."

Shrugging his shoulders, Jaune simply stated, "They started it."

Shaking his head, Louis motioned for his son to follow him home before asking, "This isn't going to be the last time something like this happens, is it?"

"Probably not." Jaune admitted.

"Just don't be the one to start it, but be the one to finish it." Jaune nodded at the command, fully intending to comply with the order. And so began the year when Jaune gained the reputation of being both the unofficial pride and black sheep of the Arc family. Much like he'd predicted, Jaune's fights with Marcus and his goons continued, yet the blonde continued to best all opponents, even when Marcus invested a few of his friends from combat school to help out.

The year had passed quickly for Jaune. He'd hit a few growth spurts and now stood just under six feet, rivaling his dad in height. He'd also gained a bit of muscle, due to his constant brawls with Marcus and his secret training with Corcea Mors, yet he'd plateaued. Although he'd practiced with the blade, he'd learned as much as he could be himself. Sure, he could swing the weapon with speed and might, and he could hold back a charging Beowolf with his shield, but if he wanted to advance he'd need a teacher, he'd need to attend a combat school. So he'd gone online and printed out and filled out all the applications he could find; Signal, Sanctum, and a number of other options ready and waiting to be mailed out, just lacking the signatures of both his parents. His father signed without a complaint, his mother however…

"I don't care!" Oliva Arc yelled at her husband. "I am not sending my baby off to become Grimm food."

"But dear," Louis tried to reason, "he has amazing potential. He was able to kills one without any training."

"And he almost died doing it!" Oliva countered. "The only reason he has potential is because he applies himself to the idea so much. If he wanted to be a baker half as much as he wants to be a Huntsman then he'd have his own cooking show by now." The woman then turned to her son who had been silent the entire conversation. "I'm sorry Jaune but I will not allow you to go and that is final."

When his wife left the room, Louis released a long sigh before turning to his boy, "I'm sorry son, but it seems like she's not going to budge on this one."

"It's alright dad." Jaune said as he gathered up the applications and put them in the recycles. "I figured she wouldn't go for it, guess I'll go get registered for general ed. classes down town." Before his dad could say anything, the teen already left the house, hoping no one would see the sadness in his eyes.

The next four years were boring for Jaune. Like he told his father, he'd signed up for general ed. courses at the local school and had excelled at them, being within the top five percent of his class. Yet despite the praise from his family, Jaune's heart just wasn't in it. With graduation just a few months away, Jaune could have his pick of almost any institution or job, but nothing appealed to the boy. The only time he felt alive was in the middle of a fight with Marcus and his goons, which only seemed to increase in brutality as the years went by. After a particularly bloody fight last week, Jaune had overheard Marcus mentioning something about getting some hired help from a guy he heard about. Intrigued, Jaune spent a few hours of research on the net before being able to track down the guy Marcus mentioned. Oh how his stomach would dread this trip…

After offering a quick excuse to his family about wanting to avoid Marcus for awhile and going to a concert, Jaune was leaning against one of the walls of the Bullhead as it made its way towards Vale, Jaune doing his best to keep his stomach under control.

After a two hour flight, Jaune was thankful to be on solid ground once more, now he just needed to find this man. After quickly typing in the address he found online, Jaune walked towards his destination. Although he was being taken through a seedier section of the city, Jaune didn't stop, not when his dream was so close.

As he got closer, Jaune could hear the music coming from the building. Not seeing a line, the teen let himself inside and walked down the white hallway until he came to a set of double doors, guarded by a man a black suit with a red tie. Upon seeing the boy, the man held out his hand and said, "Stop, just turn around and go home."

Although he could have just knocked the guy out, Jaune just smiled as he pulled a 50 lien card out of his pocket. "Are you sure I can't go in?"

As expected, the goon quickly took the money and left, leaving Jaune to waited for the doors to open. Lucikly this didn't take too long and soon the teen was in the pitch black night club, a large dance floor and strobe lights at the end of the stairs and a large bar on the other side of the room. Making his way down the stairs, Jaune noted the large number of similarly dressed men, probably employees of the man he was looking for. However, it wouldn't help Jaune any if he talked to them, they were too low on the totem pole for the boss to really pay attention. No, Jaune needed someone noticeable.

As he slowly walked toward the dance floor, the teen saw his opportunity. Two dark haired girls, probably twins, stood near the edge of the crowd, one dressed in a red dress while the other wore a white outfit. Normally one would assume that the girls where there for a good time, but this would be false considering the board looks each presented, made no move to get onto the dance floor, and each were armed, red with a set of long claws while white had some bladed heels. Mustering as much confidence as he could, Jaune causally walked up to the pair and said, "Excuse me," when the two glared at him, Jaune continued, "I'd like to talk to your boss."

After a moment of deliberation, the white twin spoke up, "He's over there."

"At the bar." the red twin finished.

Nodding his head, Jaune quickly said thanks, only for the two girls to simultaneously roll their eyes and say whatever before stalking off.

As Jaune neared the large bar, he found it odd it was only manned by one person. Although he could only see the man's back, the blond noted that the tall man didn't wear a suit jacket like the other lackeys, making it a reasonable assumption he was the boss. "You Junior?" the teen called out.

"Who wants to know?" the tall, bearded man asked as he turned around. When he caught sight of Jaune, his eyes grew large before saying, "Get out of my club, I'm not talking to an Arc."

"Why not?"

"Because whenever people like me talk to people from your family it tends to end badly, very badly. Now kindly get the fuck out of my club before I call for the twins." Junior threatened.

Moving slowly, Jaune put a hand in his pocket before pulling out a 500 lien gold card, "I just want to talk." he stated as he placed the card on the countertop.

Junior looked at the card for a long moment before looking at Jaune again. "You came here alone?" When Jaune nodded, Junior sighed before picking up the money and saying, "I know I'm going to regret this but follow me where we can talk in private."

After following Junior to the backroom, Jaune took a seat at a small wooden table. "So what do you want?" The man asked the teen.

"To be a Huntsman." Jaune replied without hesitation, causing Junior to laugh loudly.

"Well I think you're talking to the wrong person, apply to Beacon or some other school if you want that life."

"I would," Jaune began, "If I went to combat school." Seeing he had the man's attention, Jaune explained, "I've got enough skill to defend myself, but there was an…incident when I was younger and my mom wouldn't let me out of Arcadia to study. But I hear you're a man who knows a lot of things, such as where to get transcripts."

"So that's the deal? You think you have the skill despite no formal training?" When Jaune nodded his head, Junior shook his head before mumbling, "I knew I was going to regret this." Turning back to the boy, the man said, "Normally I wouldn't help a teen rush off to their death, but you're an Arc and your family tends to be hard to kill. So here's the deal, on top of the 500 you gave me, I'll need another 300 to get everything set up and ensure the transcripts are in the headmaster's hands. Now, that's not a guarantee you'll be approved for entrance, if that's the case than pound sand and move on with your life, got it?"

Jaune nodded before asking, "And if I do get an acceptance letter before graduation?"

"Then you admit you were practicing late at night and caught the attention of a Huntsman known as Qrow Branwen, don't ask who he is just know he owes me a favor and will repay no questions asked, and he taught you a few things. Speaking of which, you're going to owe me a few favors yourself. Now, do we have a deal?"

Without hesitation Jaune reached into his pocket and pulled out four 100 lien cards. While Junior collected the money, he raised an eyebrow at the extra cash. "You're in the business of knowing right? The extra is so you'll forget about me if anyone asks." Jaune explained as he got up and walked out the back exit of the club.

Now that the hard part was over Jaune just hoped that his stomach would survive the return flight home.

Professor Ozpin did what he always did a month before the new school year started, sorting through the last of the applicants. There was no doubting that many up and coming Huntsmen and Huntresses were admitted to the school, but that didn't mean all applicants had what it took to survive in the school.

Yet so far this year's crops of candidates proved to be quite exceptional. Although there were some who would need an attitude adjustment before their final year, there was the disguised Faunus, the brawler from Signal, the younger Schnee daughter, and the Mistral champion, already a solid team if all went according to plan.

As the man sorted the last of the applicants and was ready to leave for the day, his monitor dinged, alerting the professor to a new applicant. Although he was done, the old man sat back down, reasoning that there was always time for late admittance. As soon as he opened the document, one of the caffeine addict's eyebrows rose. 'Jaune Arc?'

Although the first name was a mystery to the man, he, like so many of the older generation, instantly recognized the family name. Surely with a legacy such as his, the boy would have already made a reputation for himself, wouldn't he? Now intrigued, Ozpin skimmed through the rest of the application. Everything seemed to be in order, save that the transcripts were faked, although it was probably only Ozpin who would notice the slight details that showed they were a forgery. That meant there were two possibilities regarding Jaune Arc, that he was smart enough to hack into Beacon's system and deliver his own forgeries, or he believed he was capable enough without formal instruction to enter the academy.

As Ozpin slowly sipped his coffee, his mind calculated all the possible outcomes and probabilities, particularly the team structure. Finally coming to a decision, and despite his reservations, the man hit "Accept" on the boy's application. "Welcome to Beacon Academy Mr. Arc, let's hope you'll reward my faith in you."

Despite what he was hoping would happen when he went to Vale at the beginning of the month, none of it seemed real until he got the acceptance letter to Beacon Academy four days before graduation. Of course when pressed about it, he repeated Junior's lie about catching Qrow's interest, who Jaune still didn't know but apparently was a highly skilled Huntsmen as his name often came up when Louis talked with other Huntsmen. Of course Jaune's father and his sister immediately congratulated him, but his mother left the room and hadn't spoken to Jaune since.

That was six days ago. Having graduated yesterday, Jaune was now up early frantically packing the last of his belongings. As he struggled to close the zipper on the suitcase containing his game system and a few other "essentials", he heard a knock on his door. Turning around, Jaune saw his father, holding something wrapped in a sheet. "Ready to go?"

"Almost, this is the last one." Jaune said as he finally conquered the zipper.

"No you're not." Louis stated as he dropped the wrapped bundle on Jaune's bed. "You'll be needing these." After giving his father a questioning look, Jaune unwrapped the sheets to reveal a white breast and back plate along with a set of shoulder guards. While Jaune looked at the armor, his dad grabbed something from the doorway before speaking up again, "You'll also need this." In his hands was Corcea Mors. Jaune was about to refuse, the blade belonged to the family and not him, only for his father to speak once more, "This sword was based down to me from my father, and someday you'll pass it down to your kid. Take it Jaune, it's yours now." Wordlessly Jaune accepted the sword, stared at it for a moment, before launching himself forward and hugging his dad, saying thank you multiple times. Louis just smiled and returned the hug before saying, "Well enough of that, get your armor on and get moving, you've got a flight to catch."

Jaune nodded and quickly strapped the armor into place, it felt a little heavy but he'd soon grow use to it, then he strapped Corcea Mors to his hip before grabbing his final suitcase and following his father out of his room and down the stairs.

Due to the early hour, Jaune expected the majority of his family to still be in bed, and was surprised to see his mom sitting at the kitchen table. The woman seemed lost in thought until Jaune stepped off the last step. Instantly the woman looked up, locked eyes with her son, and began stalking forward. Afraid that the woman was going to attempt to prevent Jaune from leaving, the teen was surprised that when Olivia Arc hugged him before she said, "I'm sorry for how I've treated you these past few days, but I've been very selfish. I know you want to be a Huntsmen, to help others, but after seeing you in the hospital after the Griffon incident I was afraid that something worse would happen. This is your dream, and I've should have supported you instead of trying to stop you. Jaune, could you ever forgive me?"

A smile found its way onto Jaune's lips as he said, "There's nothing to forgive, you were just being a mother."

Olivia chuckled slightly at that before saying, "I want to see you off with a smile, but please promise me one thing, come back in one piece."

"I promise I will, and an Arc never goes back on their word."

Finally Olivia smiled before shoving her son down to shoulder height so that she could kiss his forehead. "Good, now get out of here, you have a long flight ahead of you."

Despite knowing what his stomach would need to endure, Jaune still smiled as he picked up his last suitcase and said, "I know, and I promise I'll call and write." Before his mom could respond, Jaune was already out the door. Olivia could only smile as her son ran to catch up with his father, and hope that the boy found what he was looking for at Beacon. Who knows, maybe he'd bring back a nice girl to meet the family.

Jaune stood next to his father as he waited by the Bullhead's loading ramp. As they watched the suitcases being loaded, Louis spoke up, "Are you sure about this? It's not too late to back out."

"I'm sure, as mom said this is my dream and I intend to chase after it." As the last of the bags were loaded up, the Bullhead's crew finally allowed the passengers to board. "Well that's my que, see ya later dad."

As Jaune started walking away, his dad called out to him. After he turned to face the man, Louis told his son, "I know this is your dream, just know that life at Beacon might be different than what you expect it to be and there's no shame coming back home."

Although one could take the words as a father expecting failure from his son, Jaune knew the real meaning behind them and that they came from a place of love. Smiling, the teen replied, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind, and I'll be home for break, you can't get rid of me that easily."

With renewed confidence, Jaune turned back to the Bullhead, walking up the loading ramp and into the next chapter of his life.

And that's a wrap with a little over ten pages. A little over what I expected, but for once I actually managed to follow my chapter outline.

So basically in this story I'll have a somewhat competent Jaune instead of a complete weakling. Don't worry though, there's still plenty for our favorite knight to learn and I'm sure he'll find some good tutors (hint hint).

So with the closing of the chapter, several questions are presented, such as…

How will absorbing the Griffon effect Jaune?

What adventures await the boy at Beacon?

Who will he bring home to mama?

All these questions and more will be answered in the future chapters of A Grimm Arc!

Until then, I'm acw28 saying, "until next update."