“Dialogue”
'Thought'
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[Original Point of View]
My eyes slowly open, vision still blurry as I try to comprehend what happened. Feeling a bit lost, I realize I'm in an unfamiliar bed.
“As noble as your intentions may have been, it doesn't justify the destruction of an entire street.”
The firm and unmistakable voice of Professor Goodwitch delivering a lecture pierces my foggy consciousness, as if I'm emerging from a distant dream. With each of her words, the veil of confusion lifts a little more.
“Not to mention, you were wandering around the city after curfew without notifying the administration!.”
The lecture fills my ears. My mind tries to piece together the puzzle as reality unfolds.
'Is Professor Goodwitch reprimanding Blake and Ruby for getting into the fight with my older sister?'
I rise slowly, feeling the temporary weakness that set in after fainting.
“Wait.” I speak with my weak and raspy voice.
“Jaune?” Ruby murmurs with concern.
With a clear view, I notice I'm in Beacon's infirmary. It's still night, but is it the same day?
“What time is it?” I ask with a slightly improved voice.
“It's 2:00 a.m. on Saturday, Mr. Arc.” Glynda says in a stern tone that conceals concern.
The teacher in front of me is not alone, behind her is Headmaster Ozpin with his steaming cup, at the foot of my bed are Ruby and Blake, and on the other side are Yang and Pyrrha.
“I'm glad you're conscious, Mr. Arc, but you'll be under observation in the infirmary. Aura exhaustion is a serious matter. You could have died.”
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She's right, I'm exhausted. And I spent 2 thousand MP for each senzu bean, kind of expensive for a consumable item, but their healing makes it worth it. I'd like to think about on what I'm going to spend this MP, but I think it's better to help those who helped me first.
“Sorry to interrupt, Professor Goodwitch.”
My respectful tone and keeping my promise to address her as a professor in front of others brought a smile to her lips though she was still clearly not pleased with the situation.
“Blake and Ruby only joined in the destruction after I was attacked by Noir. So they have no responsibility for the destruction since they were assisting a fellow Beacon student. If you've gathered testimonies or have access to the security cameras at the scene, it will also become clear that the primary and perhaps only active party responsible for the material damages was Noir Arc.”
Everyone stared at me in silence, as if witnessing something abnormal.
“As for the curfew violation, it's attributed to the extent of the fight. And while someone may argue that this argument is invalid, I would like to request the transfer of the punishment to myself.”
Once again, my response was silence.,
“Why is that, mister Arc.” Asks the director.
“I won't stand for people being punished for helping me.”
“Why would I punish them for helping you in your time of need?? No i am punishing them for other reasons such as why they were dressed up as if they were about to embark on a espionage mission”
The uncomfortable silence lingered for a few more seconds until Ozpin cleared his throat into his hand, drawing everyone's attention.
“Mr. Arc your punishment will come and will be separate from Ms Belladonnas and Ms roses their punishment shall be served with Ms Goodwitchfor now I let you rest.” Says Ozpin, leading everyone out of the room. “But tomorrow, I'll speak with him alone to determine his punishment.”
“Speak now, I'm awake.”
“But not alone.” The director says, pointing to a bed beside mine as he leaves the room.
To my surprise, Ren was in the bed next to me, with his torso and groin in a cast.
“What happened to you?”
He took a deep breath and answered without looking me in the eyes. A manly tear glistens in his eye.
“I broke my pelvis and ribs when… I fell down the stairs.”
…
“You should be proud, Ren,” I said to him in a tone of infinite wisdom. “Few survive a night of Snu Snu.”
“Shut up, Jaune.”
“Did Nora hammer you all night?”
“I’m serious, stop.”
“She may have a hammer, but were you the one who nailed her?”
“This is my last warning, stop, or you will regret it.”
…
“You had a heart of stone, but I’m sure after she hammered your groin, that was sorted out.”
“We fucked on your bed.”
“You what?!”
[Weiss Schnee]
I know it was late, but there was still a matters to address.
“I think I am entitled to ask… what got into you three today, you fools?” I ask my teammates sitting in front of me.
“Sorry, bestie.”
“Jaune and even the headmaster cleared me.”
“What did I do?”
Ruby is looking down, feeling guilty, Blake pretends she did nothing wrong knowing her, she might actually believe it, and Yang looks at me confused, not understanding my question.
“Why did a 'friendly sparring' end with the Mistral Champion unconscious in the infirmary?”
“Because I'm awesome.” Yang replies with a mischievous smile.
I facepalm at the reckless girl that will face the wrath of all Invincible Girl fans on her social media.
“Can I also know why you two were dressed as risque ninjas?”
“Risque? What does that mean? Blake said they were professional spy outfits.”
“Maybe a professional sex worker-.”
“Quiet, Xiao Long!” I retorted, pointing my finger at the blonde. “You may not be a stalker, but I talked to Pyrrha, and she told me you were gathering information about Jaune too.”
“Red-haired snitch.” Yang complained, crossing her arms.
Initially, my attention to Jaune Arc was entirely pragmatic. His intellect and remarkable abilities were the features that initially caught my attention. It was evident that he possessed extraordinary potential with his inventions. In my world, where excellence is a requirement, his skills set him apart notably.
However, conversing, debating, planning, and other professional interactions gave me the chance to get to know him better. I noticed a subtle shift in my perception of him. The intellectual interest began to transform into something deeper, something that, I admit, was not so easy to analyze or control.
Not that I loved the Dorky Knight, but marriage to Jaune would give me a permanent contract with him. Despite appearing as a cheerful fool, he was also very intelligent, good company for conversation, helped me confront my father, trusted me without ulterior motives, and every day he became more muscular and sexy-.
SECURE! I meant to say he is more secure and confident… if a bit Naive.
But now I realize I'm not alone in my assessment of his qualities.
Pyrrha Nikos was no surprise. The champion had a crush on him since the first day of school.
As for my leader, Ruby Rose, she seemed to be suffering from her first crush, whether it will be something concrete or just a teenage puppy love, no one can say.
Yang and Blake are now unknowns.
I know Yang got accidentally rejected by the knight, but it was clear that it was all a misunderstanding, even though Blake liked to use the incident as fodder for jokes. Maybe Yang had never been rejected in her life, and when Jaune rejected her, she developed feelings for him? Or maybe she just wanted to conquer Jaune to later reject him?
Whatever Yang's situation is, it's certainly less confusing than Blake having romantic feelings for him. The two have never exchanged more than a few words, and at most, they hang out when we have lunch or class together.
And there's also the second-year bunny faunus that Jaune saved with his stink bomb.
Love rivals emerged in such a short time, if I had been faster, I could have secured Jaune in an exclusive engagement contract. Joining a harem may be an option, but I am the Schnee heiress. I cannot simply be just another in a group of women thirsty for one man.
This realization, in a way, challenges my own sense of control. The competition for Jaune's affection, something I had never imagined facing, brought with it a whirlwind of unknown emotions.
It's intriguing how the lines between pragmatism and emotion become blurred when it comes to matters of the heart. Perhaps, in this complicated game of emotions, I can learn something about myself.
“In my defense, just because an outfit is sexy doesn't mean it doesn't have other uses.”
…
“Shut up, Blake!” We all said at the same time.
[Glynda Goodwitch]
When Professor Ozpin mentioned a private conversation with Jaune, I thought it would take place in his office.
“She's stabilized, but each day her condition worsens.” Ozpin said in a serious tone.
We were in the underground area in front of the Fall Maiden, Amber, who was resting in a life support tube.
“I have 100% effective methods to heal her body and aura, tested yesterday in the battle against Noir, but the damage to her soul complicates her situation.” Jaune comments, analyzing Amber. “However, the body, aura, and soul are intimately intertwined in each individual. If one of them is healed, it's not surprising if the other is positively affected.”
The city repairs had already been paid for by the Arc family, after all, we had testimonies and security camera videos proving that Noir was the main culprit for the material damage, the first to attack, and she even committed the crime of trying to apprehend a Vale citizen without a warrant or a reward on the target's head. Still considering it concerned a hunter dynasty all it was swept under the rug.
“An interesting hypothesis, Mr. Arc, but since we have no empirical studies on the specific nature of the soul, I cannot say it's a solid theory.” Added the director. “Knowledge in Remnant is limited to Aura and Semblances.”
Jaune explained to us that the golden flames during the fight were the result of applying his 'super soldier serum'. He's not sure why there were effects of fire, pain, and Aura drain. But with Professor Ozpin, they concluded that his Aura interpreted the changes the serum was causing in his body as the effects of a poison, and the two 'battled within his body.' When his Aura had been completely depleted, the serum finished its work.
According to Jaune, despite the side effects, he felt that the serum was a success. He was stronger and faster than before. In yesterday's fight against his sister, he even felt a difference in the speed at which his brain processed information.
“How will you proceed with the treatment?”
Jaune doesn't immediately answer Ozpin. He stares at Amber in silence, lost in his thoughts.
“I'll use the senzu beam first. Yesterday, it healed the physical and Aura of me and the girls. Even if it doesn't repair her soul, it will make her stronger for my other attempts.”
“Other attempts?” I asked aloud.
“I'm not absolutely sure what I'm doing here.” Jaune says in a melancholic tone, approaching Amber's capsule. “But I give you my Arc word, as long as I'm here, no one dies.”
While Ozpin began the procedure to open Amber's capsule, I couldn't help but notice the change the young man had undergone in just a month since I met him. He's almost like an entirely different person from initiation.
He has always been an enigma with a strangely powerful semblance, combined with abundant Aura and knowledge about the future that he refuses to clarify how he obtained. I had every reason in the world to be suspicious of him, but today I couldn't think ill of the young man. Not because I think he would be a great ally in our war against Salem, it was for a more selfish reason.
Although I have never felt belittled or underestimated, from the beginning, it was evident that Jaune made a point of proclaiming to everyone the importance of my role as a Huntress, a teacher, an ally, and I think I can also say as a friend.
I walked up to Professor Ozpin as the door of the capsule began to open.
“How much Dust did you give him today?” I asked curiously, looking at the dozens of empty boxes stacked in the corner of the room.
“Enough to power Beacon's electrical grid for over 2 years.”
With wide eyes and an open mouth, I stared at the Headmaster incredulously.
“Yes, Glynda, I gave a student over 25 million Lien worth of Dust,” said the professor as if it were nothing. “Don't even ask how much he spent yesterday with the academy's official card.”
“And here I was thinking he would be punished.”
“Don't worry,” Ozpin said, sipping from his mug. “He will be punished.”
[Lie Ren]
After Jaune healed me using his green bean, I thought I would spend my Saturday alone with Nora. Perhaps we could talk more about our feelings while enjoying a delicious jasmine tea.
“Spill it, you pajama ninja.” Exclaims Yang, pointing her finger at my face. “We have testimony that you've been talking to Jaune Arc about girls.”
Presently, I was sitting on the floor surrounded by women. Most young men my age would find my position enviable, but I say that as a man in a serious relationship, this is quite uncomfortable.
“Sorry, Renny, I couldn't control myself.” Said the witness who testified against me, unable to look me in the eyes. “I was so happy that I ended up telling everything that happened yesterday.”
“Everything?” I ask, concerned.
“Almost everything.” replies Nora.
Nora pouted, looking downcast. I knew she didn't do it purposely, and she didn't know this would be the consequence.
“You don't need to apologize, Nora.” Immediately, she raised her head, giving me that beautiful smile of hers. “Your happiness was simply overflowing, and you couldn't help it. I know that happens easily with you, but that's one of the many reasons I love you.”
“Aaaah, Ren.”
Nora tried to jump in my direction, but Blake stands in her way, shaking her head negatively.
“Listen, Ren.” Says Yang, trying to calm everyone down. “Everyone here is happy for both of you.”
“Very happy!” Exclaims Ruby.
“Congratulations to both of you.” Comments Pyrrha.
“I have nothing but praises for the new couple.” Added Weiss.
“I didn’t think that was possible outside of books.” Notes Blake.
“But yesterday, I went mano a mano with the cereal girl to get more information about the Dork Knight. Ruby and Blake stalked the guy to a bar just to get nothing, and they almost died at the hands of his psycho of an elder sister.”
“I still don't understand what this has to do with me exactly.”
Except for Nora, they all frown at me with irritation, to my surprise, even Ruby.
“Ren, my dear teammate.” Said Pyrrha, putting a hand on my shoulder and squeezing it tightly. “Do you want us to deal with the frustration of getting nothing on you?”
GULP!
I swallow hard when threatened under those intense and slightly insane eyes of my teammate.
“What do you want to know?” I ask, wanting to get this over with.
This proves to be a mistake, as they all started talking at the same time.
“Is he into me?”
“What does he think about buff girls?”
“Does he know what pegging is?”
“What's his opinion on puppies and cookies?”
“How offended would he be to have to sign a prenuptial agreement?”
I took a deep breath, trying my mind sane amid the barrage of questions uttered simultaneously.
“How about I tell you what I know about him, then you can ask the questions. One at a time!”
They all agreed and surrounded me to hear me clearly.
“Jaune Arc is a young, heterosexual male who is interested in romantic and sexual relationships with women.”
“No duuuh!” retorts Yang.
I frowned, staring at her, and she caught the hint, falling silent, lowering her head in regret and shame.
“He doesn't have a specific type of girl he prefers, but he definitely finds all of you beautiful.” I turned my head to my girlfriend in a more secluded corner. “You too, Nora. But he confirmed that he won't pursue anything with you because, in his words, 'I'm not a talarico.'”
The relief on everyone's faces was evident, even Blake, who of all people shouldn't have a reason to be interested in Jaune, was smiling for a change.
“He knows that a Harem is a possibility in the Vale kingdom, but he doesn't feel comfortable with that alternative.”
All had different reactions to my last statement, but none of them seemed positive.
“He wants a vanilla relationship?” Blake asked indignantly at my declaration.
“Who would have thought that Arc was a romantic.” Weiss commented with a mischievous smile.
“Not necessarily.” I said, encouraging some of them to come a bit closer with curiosity stamped on their faces. “Jaune is not actively seeking a Harem, but he wouldn't be against having one.”
“He thinks Harems just 'happen,' like in Blake's filthy books?” Ruby asked.
“Blake!” Yang exclaimed irritably. “What have you done to my precious and innocent little sister?”
“She appreciates art now.”
Then the members of Team RWBY engaged in what seemed like a typical argument among themselves about who was right and who was to blame.
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Pyrrha, in turn, acted as a mediator and stopped the fight to continue my 'interrogation.'
“He feels bad about not being capable of corresponding the expectations of the Harem, almost as if he were guilty of taking advantage or even abusing the women who are part of it. That's why he won't actively pursue one.”
“That's bullshit.” Says Blake. “If everyone is an adult, knows the conditions, and gives consent, there's no problem at all.”
“Wow! Blake defends polygamy? Now you just need to have positive opinions about voyeurism.” Yang comments in a sarcastic tone.
“I'M NOT A VOYEUR!” Blake shouts, offended and embarrassed.
“Pervertsayswhat.”
“What? Wait no!”
Yang just shakes her head in disbelief at her partner's response. Trying to avoid another argument, I decide to keep talking.
“The only thing you need to know is that Jaune holds a special affection for each one of you.”
“Even me?” questions Blake suspiciously.
“He said he has something special saved for you, just don't ask me what it is because I don't know.”
Blake took a step back, passing a hand over the ribbon on her head, breathing rapidly. I decided to continue, even with her reaction.
“At the moment, he said he's focused on other things. He can't date until after the Beacon Dance, which happens a few days before the Vytal Festival.”
“Why?” Weiss asks.
“I don't know either.”
Although they hadn't gotten all their answers, they seemed happy with what they had heard. I stood up and extended my hand to Nora, who took it and pulls me, skipping to the door. But before leaving, I turn to them with one more answer.
“And about pegging.” All, except Ruby, froze and stared at me with wide eyes. “Jaune never talked about it, but he said that if it's with a woman he likes, he'll try anything at least once.”
“Prrrr.” Purred Blake with a lascivious smile.
“What is pegging?” Ruby asks.
“I'll explain when you're 40 years old,” Yang replies.
[Amber Stone]
Since that damn attack, my life has turned into constant agony, a torture that extends with every breath. Here I am, confined to this life support tube, witnessing my own decay. Each day is a lost battle, and the pain has become an unrelenting shadow that refuses to leave me.
Weakness is my new self, an oppressive presence that infiltrates every aspect of my life. The few minutes I spend awake feel like every movement is a superhuman effort, and even blinking seems to require more energy than I can muster. Every breath feels harder than the last, as if the air is escaping me, reluctant to prolong my agonizing existence.
Fainting has become my only respite, a fleeting pause from the cruel reality. However, even in these brief moments, I find no relief. Each faint is a journey into the unknown, a free fall into an abyss that only amplifies my distress and the fear that I won't wake up anymore.
“Amber, can you hear me?”
A voice echoes in my subconscious, bringing me back to reality.
“Please, Amber. You need to be strong.”
With monumental effort, I open my eyes and see a blurry figure speaking to me.
“I know you're weak, but I need you to swallow this that I'm putting in your mouth.”
The blurry owner of the male voice placed something in my mouth between my teeth. He seemed to know I was too weak to eat solids on my own, so he gently used his hands on my jaw to help me chew the strange seed he had given me.
CRACK!
After breaking the seed, it became easier to chew the rest, and I swallowed it without difficulty.
The effort to break the small seed was enough to exhaust me. I could already feel my mind being taken over by fatigue when something strange exploded inside me.
It was as if a bomb of distilled energy had exploded in my stomach and then spread throughout my body.
A miracle!
There's no other word to describe what I feel after eating that strange seed. A surge of life runs through every cell in my body, dissipating the pain that was slowly consuming me.
The relief I am feeling now is overwhelming, almost palpable, as if a heavy fog had lifted, revealing a new world before me. Every breath is now invigorating, as if the air filling my lungs carries a renewed vital energy. I look at my hands and see strength, a strength that I had forgotten I possessed.
Tears roll from my eyes, not from pain, but from relief. It's as if I emerged from an endless nightmare to find an oasis of healing. My muscles, once frail, are now full of vigor, and the weakness that was chaining me has disappeared, leaving behind a renewed version of myself.
My now clear vision reveals a blond boy smiling in front of me, the one who offered me the seed is now an angel of flesh and blood in my life. I look at him with teary eyes and a choked voice as I try to express the magnitude of my gratitude.
“Thank you.” I murmur, but the words seem inadequate in the face of the miracle he triggered.
[Original Point of View]
Not that I'm averse to having a girl hugging me tightly and whispering in my neck, but the crying and the onlookers make this situation very uncomfortable.
“It's good to see you healthy again, Miss Stone.” SaysOzpin approaching.
Thanks to my enhanced perception from the super soldier serum, I could notice all of Amber's body language change with the director's presence. Her hands on my neck start to sweat, her pupils dilate, her facial expression tenses, the muscles of her arms and legs that were touching me contract, and with her chest pressed against me, I could hear and feel her heartbeat had accelerated.
I extended my hand and stopping Ozpin before he could get any closer. Turning to Amber I whisper.
“Any problems?”
“Before I was attacked, I wasn't getting along with him.” She says in a weak and tearful voice.
'That's enough to be afraid of him?' I mentally question. 'There must be more to it.'
“Amber.” As soon as I mention her name, she looks at me relieved. “I need you to get back into the tube.”
And as if by magic, all the relief disappears, and the fear comes back.
“I'm not sure if you're cured, we need another diagnostic.”
Now depressed, the brunette lowers her head and enters the machine.
'Ish, I didn't want to depress her that much.'
“I guarantee you that after today, you won't need to get into that tube again.”
“Okay…” She mutters lowly, not trusting my promise.
'I feel like a dad who said no to his daughter wanting a puppy.'
The machine containing Amber was truly fascinating, a machine for aura transfer with the capabilities of keeping someone in suspended animation and diagnosing the person's body and aura in 30 minutes.
After the diagnosis, Ozpin needed a few more minutes reading the medical record in silence before explaining Amber's situation.
“It's as we feared.” Ozpin comments in a low voice, so Amber couldn't hear from inside the tube. “You restored her physical body and aura, but they continue to deteriorate slowly.”
“Open the tube again.”
Ozpin looks at me with concern.
“Your treatment has already proven effective in extending her life and relieving her pain.” I stare at him with a raised eyebrow, but the director ignores me and continues speaking. “You've done enough, Jaune. We already know the identity of who attacked Amber, and we are monitoring her. It's just a matter of time until we neutralize Cinder Fall and recover the Maiden's power.”
I turned, facing the director.
“Two things, Ozpin. First, Cinder is a treacherous snake, much slipperier than you think. Every bit of help is needed to deal with that pyromaniac bitch.”
“And the second?”
“I have a certain familiarity with creatures capable of draining the vitality of their prey, similar to what Cinder did to Amber.”
“Are you talking about a Grimm?” Ozpin asked.
“No. When the creature I'm talking about drains the vitality of its prey, you can only recover it in a very specific and costly way.” I reply, looking at the director. “You provide supplements to the individual, do exercises to increase their vigor, and compensate for the weakness caused by the drain, but without the correct treatment, the person is left with that missing piece forever.”
“Fascinating.” The surprised professor commented. “And do you know the treatment?”
“Yes.”
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With all these points, I could create an artifact to destroy Salem once and for all, but I still don't feel 100% comfortable with my body post-serum. After we neutralize Cinder's team, I'll build my power to destroy that millennia-old crazy witch.
But let's take it step by step, first, cure Amber once and for all.
Cinder drained the powers of the Fall Maiden using a Grimm. In the original series, it seemed something similar to drain effects of level or attribute from a creature akin to a Succubus in RPGs like Pathfinder 1e or D&D 3.5.
…
'How much does it cost to make a restoration scroll?'
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A consumable 1.000 points cheaper than a God's Bean? Doesn't seem right. I know the effect only removes negative conditions instead of healing, but it still seems too cheap.
“Wait!” I exclaimed aloud, unconsciously.
'Make a restoration potion.'
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Whew, almost made a mistake. Scrolls can only be activated by spell casters with knowledge of magic or someone trained to use magical items. Since I'm neither, I would be dependent on Ozpin if he had the power to use it.
With the mental command, I'm drained of magic points, and a vial with silver liquid appears in my hand.
Amber finds the item's manifestation in my hands strange, but I simply smile at her and nod, handing her the vial. Even though she's apprehensive, the Half-Maiden doesn't hesitate and drinks the potion.
As soon as she finishes ingesting the liquid, a gentle glow envelops her dark skin, and the scars begin to disappear. Her eyes reflect surprise and gratitude for each mark now erased, revealing the pure and renewed beauty of her skin.
“Don't move, Miss Stone. We'll run another round of tests to make sure.” Said Ozpin approaching the machine.
'While they run the tests, I'll take advantage of being literally in a secret hideout underground and create a few things.'
“M.C.S. On.” I said aloud, unable to contain my excitement.
The golden mist begins to emerge, enveloping me in a radiant aura. But this time, it's different. This mist is more intense, more vibrant than ever. I feel the pulsating energy around me, the golden light that seems to transcend the limits of everything I've ever created. It's as if the power itself residing in me is anticipating something grand.
“Jaune!” exclaimed Glynda trying to interrupt the process. “What are you going to create?”
Ignoring the teacher, I focus on my power as the golden mist expands, forming a luminous halo around me. Each particle shines like stars on a clear night, the symphony of light seems to echo with the promise of something extraordinary about to happen.
“Maybe we should wait for Director Ozpin to finish Miss Stone's examination.”
“Use Magic.”
“JAUNE!” Shouts Glynda when the intense golden light dazzles her vision.
When the teacher's vision returns, she looks at me worried with the wild smile adorning my face.
“What did you do?” she asks concerned, staring at the small object in my hands.
Looking at the teacher, I respond cheerfully.
“Let's just say… from now on, I won't make any more mistakes.”
She looks back at me with a raised eyebrow, suspicious of my statement.
“Okay!” I complained in a defeated tone. “80% fewer mistakes... and 20% cooler.”
“How do you quantify that?”
Despite her lack of faith in myself, I can't stop smiling, looking at the chip in my hands.
“Let's wreak some blue havoc.”
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I no longer need to worry about creating weapons, robots, or vehicles too complex to control.
“Mr. Arc.” Called the director, drawing my attention away from my mighty creation.
I turned slowly to face Director Ozpin. His tired eyes met mine, and I could sense a change in his expression. His once imposing posture was now more relaxed, and there was a hint of relief in his gaze, mixed with a fatigue that seemed to carry an immeasurable weight.
The wisdom and leadership skills of Beacon Academy's director were unquestionable, but now, in front of me, I could see the humanity he hides beneath his aura of authority. It was as if, for a brief moment, worries and weariness had surfaced in his countenance.
“Jaune Arc.” Says Ozpin, his voice calm and relieved. “You've done something many couldn't have done. You saved Amber and, consequently, all of us. Once again, you've proven that your abilities and knowledge are a blessing to our cause.”
As he expressed his gratitude, I noticed a shadow of sadness in his eyes. As if, behind the mask of a strong and unshakable leader, there was a man carrying the burden of countless losses. Ozpin continues, his words revealing a vulnerability rarely seen.
“I've witnessed the deaths of many throughout my life, Jaune. With each loss, the burden seems heavier. However, it's imperative not to desensitize ourselves. Every life lost, especially that of an ally, hurts as if it were the first.”
Without words to respond, I simply nodded.
“However.” He begins, assuming his usual posture. “The damage to the city was extensive, and there were witnesses to your presence at the scene. Therefore, I need to punish you in some way to maintain the appearance of impartiality.”
“Any ideas on how to do that?” I ask curiously.
“Miss Blake's escape is scheduled within a two-week window. If you're suspended during that time, no one will suspect that you left to force Team RWBY to resolve their internal crisis on their own.”
He's right, my knowledge of the future is still a secret known only to Ozpin and Goodwitch. And no one knows that 'I'm not from here' except me.
“Hold on!” I exclaim concerned. “This way, I'll miss the excursion to Forever Fall.”
The director chuckled at my expense before speaking.
“It wouldn't be a punishment if you didn't suffer in some way.”
…
Despite him being right, I couldn't control myself.
“Fuck you, bitchy Dumbledore.”
“Your insults used to be more creative, Mr. Arc. Now they just tire me.”
'The audacity of this asshole.' I think to myself, already planning my revenge. 'And it's going to be a huge show.'
[Pyrrha Nikos]
Red leaves fall from the trees, as if time had stood still. Forever Fall is a forest with a magical air, where autumn seems to last forever. Despite being infested with Grimm, the landscape brings me peace and tranquility, causing me to reflect on everything I've experienced in these past few years.
At first, many approached me seeking the shine of my fame as a champion, an exceptional warrior. But when I look between the shadows of the red trees, I see those who valued the true essence behind my gleaming armor and fake smiles for the cameras.
However, there is a thought that hangs heavier than the autumn leaves themselves. A feeling that, like the colors of Forever Fall, is impossible to ignore. My thoughts turn to Jaune Arc, my team partner.
I turned to face the partner I almost lost last weekend. He was wearing his new Huntsman equipment, a black outfit made of a blend of cut-resistant and puncture-resistant fabrics. Over the fabric, reinforced white plates with golden details formed a Kevlar armor protecting his body. And in his left eye, he had a strange device with a visor for only one eye. He said he was testing the equipment and that if the results were positive, he would make it available to everyone on the team.
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In the first week at Beacon, Jaune, with his gentle nature and determined eyes, kindled in me a warmth that transcended the seasons. As I gaze upon the trees of Forever Fall, I make a silent vow to myself.
'This year, I will confess my feelings to my partner.' It's a promise made under the splendor of red leaves, a declaration echoing in the corridors of my heart like a solemn commitment.
“ROOOOOAR!”
The guttural roar echoed through the dense forest of Forever Fall, announcing the presence of an Ursa Major rising before us. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins as my shield instinctively rose, reflecting the reddish glow of the falling leaves around us. By my side, Jaune Arc also wielded his sword and shield, assuming a similar defensive stance.
Even though Jaune is my leader, I took the initiative and fired at the monster just for Jaune to catch up and match my pace. Our synchronized movements were like a dance choreographed by the urgency of the imminent battle. The Ursa Major lunged its enormous claws, seeking to tear through anything in its path. With an agile spin, I slid under one of its attacks, my shield protecting us while Jaune advanced, slashing against the giant opponent's arm with his flaming sword.
The trust between us was palpable, a connection that transcends words. While I distracted the bear with my agile movements, Jaune seized the openings to attack with precise strikes. Each assault was a coordinated dance of individual skills interweaving perfectly. The gleam of our weapons reflected the sunlight filtered through the trees, creating a surreal scene of battle under the autumnal dome.
“ROOOOOAR!” The monster roared in pain, unable to attack now that we found our rhythm.
The creature's growls were answered by the sounds of metal against its black fur like the night, a combat symphony resonating through the forest. In a moment of synchrony, our gazes met, and a brief exchanged smile amid the attacks showed the mutual trust we had developed. The battle was not just a physical challenge but a cooperative dance, where each move complemented the other.
We advanced together, combining our strengths to finally bring down the Grimm.
“RARR.” The creature snarled, falling backward.
With the creature lying on its back, we jumped together and landed on the monster's body, brandishing our swords.
As silence settled in the forest again, I realized that this was not only a victory over the Grimm but also proof of how, side by side, Jaune and I were a formidable team, capable of overcoming any challenge fate presented us.
“Did you see that, Renny? It looked like they were dancing,” Nora exclaimed, though we could see she was covered in red sap from the trees. “Great job, team.”
Ren just nodded in our direction.
“Thanks to my excellent teacher,” Jaune said, smiling and winking at me not even breathing heavily truly showing how far he had come along.
That radiant smile, those sapphire-blue eyes, that chest within the armor seems larger than last week, and more delicious too-.
'No!' I think to myself. 'Stop daydreaming, girl, FOCUS! You need to talk to him about my feelings.'
I take a deep breath and with my heart in my hand, I touched his arm, looking at him.
“Jaune, there's something I need to-” But in the middle of my declaration, I was interrupted.
{{Your strength, speed, and reaction time are exceptional even when compared to trained Huntsmen. But your techniques could be less... basic.}} A robotic voice from Jaune's Scroll at his waist speaks.
Jaune took his new white and gold Scroll from his belt. As soon as the device was at the level of his chest, a holographic blue projection of a soldier wearing futuristic armor appeared.
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“Effectiveness is more important than style, Church.” Jaune retortes in an irritated tone.
{{True, but it wouldn't hurt you to stop being a lazy ass and learn other fighting styles to incorporate into your mediocre one.}}
“J-Jaune.” I stammer
, drawing my partner's attention. “What is this thing?”
The small holographic being had no expressive face, but it was evident that he was annoyed by my statement.
“This here is the Alpha unit, an extremely advanced artificial intelligence, but you can call him Church.”
“Oooh… p-pleasure to meet you, Mr. Church.” I address the strange being in a casual tone.
{{Sup.}} Says The little digital creature in an irritated tone.
“Don't give him too much credit, despite being a powerful AI, he's an asshole.”
{{Yeah, fuck you too.}}
Jaune just laughs at the insults the small being is throwing at him.
“JAUNE ROMÉE ARC!” Yells a shrill female voice in the distance.
{{Milf incoming!}} Church exclaims, disappearing into Jaune's Scroll.
The teacher arrived levitating, propelled by her Semblance.
“May I know what you're doing here?”
Smiling, I reply as if I had done nothing wrong.
“Just enjoying a school trip with my team.”
A vein poppes out on the teacher's forehead, furious at Jaune's apparent disrespect.
“You are suspended for 2 weeks. Thus, you are banned from Beacon Academy for this time as determined by the director.”
“This isn't Beacon Academy, it's the Forever Fall Forest.”
Professor Goodwitch widenes her eyes indignantly but turns around and went back to the rest of the class.
“I almost forgot that you were going to be away for 2 weeks.”
“Yeah…” Jaune says, looking sadly down.
I had so much to talk to him about, but now he'll be absent for so long. The worst part is that it wasn't even his fault; Jaune was just defending himself.
'When I find Noir Arc, I'll make her regret hurting my Jaune.' I mentally vow.
{Attention students, in 30 minutes, we will depart for Beacon.} Saysthe teacher's voice coming from all students' Scrolls.
“I have to go, Pyr.” Jaune says, hugging me.
Even caught off guard, I manage to reciprocate his warm hug.
“Where are you going?” I ask, not wanting to let go.
“To help a family.” He says pulling away from me.
After saying goodbye to Nora, Ren, and Team RWBY, he walks into the forest.
“Worried?” Nora asks, coming to my side.
“A little, but after he fought with Noir, he seemed different, stronger, and more mature. I have nothing to worry about.”
…
“Was he carrying any luggage?” Ren asks.
“No suitcase or even a backpack.” Nora replies.
“Maybe I should worry a little-.” I add before being cut off by a strange noise.
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS!
Powerful engines seemed to start.
WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR!
“LOOK, REN!” Nora shouted, pointing in the direction of the noise.
From amidst the trees, I witnessed the majestic takeoff of a strange black aircraft. Its engines roared like thunder, a thunderous sound echoing throughout the forest. The jet lifted gracefully, cutting through the air with calculated precision. Its noise turned into a hum, while my vision was filled with the image of its accelerating turbines.
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And with the sound of a sonic boom.
SWOOOOOOSH!
The jet took off.
“I bet a thousand Lien it was Jaune.”
“Everyone knows it was Jaune, Nora,” I reply tiredly to my teammate.
“You're handling him leaving out of nowhere better than expected.”
“I think I'll use one of your moves with Jaune when he comes back.”
“Which one?”
“Break his pelvis.”
“Ha! Twist him like a pretzel.”
[END OF THE FIRST ARC]
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HUNTSMEN LOGS: ENTRY HEADMASTER OZPIN.
Name: Pyrrha Nikos
Alias: Invincible Girl
Allegiance: Kingdom of Vale / Kingdom of Mistral
Weapon: Miló / Akoúo̱
Semblance: Polarity (Control the magnetism of metallic objects)
STATS:
Strength: ★ ★ ★
Endurance: ★ ★ ★ ★
Agility: ★ ★ ★ ★
Fighting Skill: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ✪
Mental: ★ ★ ★
Aura: ★ ★ ★
Aura Skill: ★ ★ ★
Semblance: ★ ★ ★
Since Miss Nikos joined Beacon Academy, she has proven on every occasion that her title is well-deserved. Her skill in spear handling and her masterful mastery of technique have not only set her apart in combat but have also inspired her peers. Her commitment to excellence is evident in every training session and mission she undertakes.
What truly defines Pyrrha Nikos as a future Huntress, however, is her ethics and compassion. She understands the true responsibility that falls on the shoulders of those who choose to follow this path.
For these reasons, I considered Miss Nikos as a candidate for the next Fall Maiden. However, Jaune interjected in my decision, his exact words were:
"Tell her about your shadow war, and I'll tell Ironwood that Salem is immortal AND YOUR EX."
Despite not wanting to yield to the threats of a teenager, the fact that Mr. Arc healed Amber made me agree to his request.
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E ai gurizada?
Before talking about this chapter and the next ones, I would like to say that this was one of my chapters that had the most comments, that makes me very happy, to tell the truth I sat on the bed with my sick brother and read some of them to him. .. even the ones who made jokes about Alabama. I thought it would be canceled by American fans, but the darkest jokes came from US readers.
I sped up towards the end, but we managed to conclude the first arc of this fic. My original idea was to finish with Noir's fight, but there were still some things I wanted to write in this part of the story.
The next chapters will be interludes; please leave in the comments what you would like to read first.
1. Winter and Dr. Polendina evaluating the material Weiss sent.
2. Noir Arc introducing themselves to the patriarch of the Arc family.
3. Blake teaches Ruby about art.
4. Coco interrogates Velvet about her feelings about Jaune Arc.
5. Weiss, Pyrrha, and Yang having coffee and a girls' talk.
6. Junior and Torchwick have a meeting.
7. Qrow drinking at the bar complaining about who made Ozpin change his mind.
8. Ruby upgrading Crescent Rose.
Do you have any suggestions for what you would like to read? Leave them in the comments. I read them all, even though I don't respond to most.
—Apollocus:
Thanks for the chapter, loved the OC you made as a sister
—Response= Thanks man, I'm thinking about adding more Arcs as antagonists to the story.
—daniel_rahn:
OK first of all love the chap, glad to see more interaction between MC and Blake, i also loved the background of Noir, of course i still hate her and i Hope jaune's family realize she almost kill jaune and excile her and hate her for that, jaune is easily the most loved member of the arc family once they found out about it they should properly punish her and she should regret this the rest of her miserable life. BTW what did jaune eat? Is he a saiyan now?
—Response= He ate a senzu bean, recovered all his Aura and health, but he continued to be drained because of the conflict between the serum and his Aura.
He's not a Saiyan, it was his Aura burning in overclock trying to stop the serum from affecting his body.
—P_J_Sch:
Wow, he is using Confusion as a Weapon?
—Response= That's the idea, Jaune was keeping her on her toes using different weapons. During the fight he was using Aura to create them as the idea was to try to use unpredictability as an advantage.
But in the end, there was no way Jaune could win alone against his sister, especially without a plan.
—Spartan_001:
For the Emperor!!!
—Response= Ha!
I picked this comment to salute all the Warhammer fans who spoke out in the last chapter.
I played very little Warhammer, purely competitive games don't appeal to me, but I've played some RPGs and I love the Lore videos on YouTube.
—simm36:
Este fue un muy buen capitulo genial diría con una buena conclusión al final. Ren y Nora no me importan mucho pero que bien que no les diste largas para su relación.
También me encanta el harem sobreviviente que se está formando y la fluidez que lleva, nada es de inmediato si no que se va desarrollando con su tiempo.
—Response= I wanted to accelerate the development of the relationship between Nora and Ren. I think the original series took a long time to work on him.
And I'm grateful for the comments about the Harem development site, I'm trying not to seem forced. Jaune is trying to solve everyone's problem, so it makes sense for them to develop some kind of feelings for him... in my opinion at least that makes sense.
—Sleep_deprivedGuy:
honestly that's a good addition to the chapter if you decide to add it to the last part of every chapters, but is it only limited to characters' information or could you add maybe their semblance capabilities and/or aura proficiency??
—Response= Good idea, I'll add that(Done!).
—ebonknight21:
I don't know if you already have Jaune Family problem planned out but there is theory the fact Jaune is the only male makes him valuable to carry on the family name. Jaune left because he wanted to matter and do something other then be pampered upper class snob. In this version of the World, I can see him being value because Arc men though rare have tendency to have very powerful daughters. All of Jaune sisters well above the average with a few S Class like Noir. So Jaune could be running from being nothing more then a pamper prized breeding Stallion who was never allowed gets to race or run in fear of injury. His sisters do care him but his parents emphasis the fact if women learn about his breeding potential he would be taken against his will, so over protective is an understatement. This also can cause more fun drama Pyrrha's mom would love grandchildren of top tier quality and movement up the Social ladder. Wiess, how much would you bet her father would engage her sister Winter to marry him to create a bigger empire and powerful legacy. White Fang use him as a breeding for superior soldiers for the future and ransom and knowing Yang's Mom I can see her use for the same reason and for personal fun.
—Response= I love it when people theorize in the comments of the fics.
But unfortunately, I won't answer your questions because I'd end up giving spoilers, but I won't change anything about Saphron Cotta-Arc, the only sister who appeared in the original series.