Hey guys it's me. I thought I might try my luck in writing a RWBY fanfic after recently discovering this series (I really hope they continue) featuring a strong and impressive Jaune Arc. I just think he can do a lot more. I don't own RWBY.

Jaune grinned as he parried a strike aimed at his left side and sidestepped a follow up thrust to his abdomen. He quickly retaliated by unleashing a series of strong and precise cuts at his opponent. His attacks came close to hitting their marks but the other swordsman was no pushover himself and managed to deflect all of them.

Both of the combatants stepped back from each other to catch their breath for a moment.

"I think I almost had you back there." Jaune said as he casually rested his sword on his shoulder.

The other man snorted. "Oh please, don't get ahead of yourself boy."

The blonde teenager shrugged. "Whatever you say old man, shall we continue?"

The man just grunted as they both fell back into their stance. He approved of the boy's combat position. His legs wide apart enough to maintain strong balance. A firm yet relaxed grip on his sword. Shield at the ready. The boy also had his eyes locked onto the person in front of him. Studying, watching, and observing even the slightest movements.

Good, he remembers lesson number five well. The man thought.

Always watch your opponent.

Jaune adjusted his footing slightly. He knew that the old man was just waiting for him to make a move. In some scenarios, making the first move in a battle could be a serious mistake if you don't know what you're rushing into but that wasn't always the case. Sometimes you need to strike the first blow to gain the upper hand.

The young man then poised his sword and lunged at the old man.

"Boy, what did I tell you about charging in blindly?" The man waited for the lad to get closer. He'd knock him off his high horse after he parried the thrust and introduced his shield to the boy's head.

However, Jaune had something else in mind for his grandfather.

He grinned. Watch this old man.

As soon as he was close enough, he made his move. The moment his grandfather moved to parry the thrust, Jaune tucked into a roll and ended up in a crouch to his opponent's left. Instead of his sword, the blonde used his shield to ram into his grandfather's. The elder Arc was surprised by the sudden turn of events and was unable to prepare himself accordingly.

Jonah Arc was sent stumbling back for a few steps. However, his grandson did not allow him to gain a moment of respite as he pushed forward into the offensive. Jonah did his best to guard but it was becoming an uphill battle.

Jaune pressed his advantage. He sent a series of fluid strikes and slashes that pushed his grandfather back. One of the most important things his grandfather taught him was to keep your opponents off balance while maintaining your own.

In one fluid underhand strike, Jaune managed to send his grandfather's sword flying into the air. The young Arc then shoved his grandfather using his shield, causing the older Arc to trip on a protruding rock from the ground. He landed on his back hard.

When he looked up, he saw two swords poised like a scissor on either side of his neck. His grandson had managed to catch his sword.

"Yield," Jaune said as he stood over his opponent.

Just then, Jonah bellowed in laughter. "By the gods, boy, that was impressive."

"Thanks gramps," Jaune said as he helped his grandfather up and gave him back his sword. "Wow, I think that was the first time I ever beat you."

"Indeed. At least you can see that all of our hard work finally bore fruit." Jonah patted the teenager on the shoulder. "Now do me a favour and fetch us some water."

As the boy rushed off to the nearby stream, Jonah sat down on a large tree root and wheezed a little bit. By Remnant, his back was killing him. He didn't know if he had anymore of those fights left in him. Jonah was doing his hardest to keep up with his grandson. He could have blocked and countered that last move but his body struggled to act accordingly.

His old age was catching up to him.

Jonah sighed and rubbed his back to soothe the pain. "Give it up old timer. Your hunting days are over."

He stared down the path where Jaune had taken into the forest. He had improved dramatically these past seven years. Ever since he had decided to one day become a hunter, the boy had practically been on his knees asking Jonah to train him. His parents were hesitant at first but in the end they relented.

Nevertheless, as time passed, he began to see real potential in the boy. Admittedly he could be a klutz most of the time and sometimes had a tendency to stick his foot up his mouth but Jonah managed to drill some important social skills into that thick skull of his and the ungainliness gradually lessened a bit over the years. However, despite his clumsy and awkward personality, the lad was also brave, dependable, smart, and most of all, determined.

Coming to a decision, Jonah reached over to his pack and pulled out a sword wrapped in leather and examined it.

"Soon, you won't be an old relic in the basement anymore."

Jaune casually made his way to the freshwater spring a couple of yards away from their practice area. He whistled an easy tune as he recalled the recent events that had just transpired. After all these years, he had finally managed to beat his grandpa in a spar.

The idea should have filled him with elation but somehow it just didn't feel right.

Contrary to popular belief, Jaune could be very perceptive about certain things. He knew his grandfather was starting to feel his age and therefore couldn't fight as well as he should have. Had his grandfather been the same man he was thirty years ago, Jaune would be a stain on the ground.

"This sucks." Jaune sighed. He began to fill up their canteens as he made it to the stream.

All he had ever wanted was to prove that he wasn't just the kid everyone ignored or avoided. That was one of the main reasons he wanted to become a Hunter in the first place. They were always so heroic and amazing, fighting monsters and saving people. Everybody adored them.

His parents were a little less supportive than he had hoped for, especially his father who was a Hunter himself. Dad couldn't see him measuring up to the standards of being a Hunter so he dissuaded him from pursuing the ambition. Mom was just a little protective and often tried to list other professions that held less danger. He heard a lot of "I hear being a baker sounds wonderful" or "Being a builder is just as important as a Hunter." as he was growing up.

Nevertheless, he was determined to be one of them and only one person had actually believed he could do it.

His grandpa wasn't surprised by his desire to become a Hunter. After all, he was the one who often regaled the boy with tales of heroes that saved the day. Somehow, when he was ten years old, Jaune had managed to convince his grandfather to train and teach him everything there was to know about becoming a hero.

Now, seven years later, all of that training was starting to show results. It wasn't easy, but he had survived the gruelling and harsh lessons over the years. Gone was the scrawny boy who was never given a second glance. In his place stood a tall and muscular man that had the potential to slay monsters and save people.

All thanks to the efforts of an old man who believed in a little boy's dream.

He couldn't help but smile. Thanks grandpa.

However, a sudden feral growl brought him out of his thoughts. He instantly stood from his crouched position and turned to come face to face with five Beowolves slowly making their approach. The closest one was two yards away while the others started to fan out and were trying to surround him.

Jaune drew his sword and held it in front of him while his eyes darted to each of the creatures. They must have been drawn by the noise of their sparring session. Somehow, he and his grandpa must have wandered too close to their territory.

"I'm guessing you guys aren't here to make friends." Jaune said. His mouth tended to shoot off unnecessarily during times like these. He couldn't help it.

Jaune gripped his sword tightly and took a deep breath to help calm his nerves. The sight of these creatures always made him uneasy and sometimes a little afraid. These were the monsters that he grew up hearing about. No matter how many times he'd come face to face with these creatures over the course of his training, he can never shake the small hint of fear he felt as he stared into those cold red eyes.

Fear is not a weakness. His grandfather had told him once. As long as you don't let it guide your thoughts and actions, you might say that it could be your greatest asset in a battle. After all, how can you fight harder, jump higher, or run faster if you have nothing to lose?

The Beowolf in front of him snarled in response and crouched on all fours, ready to strike.

Without warning, all five of the creatures converged on him.

Jonah hurried over to the sound of battle as fast as his legs could carry him. He silently berated himself. He should have been more watchful of how deep into the woods they travelled. Now his grandson was probably facing a pack of grimm alone.

The sound of metal tearing into flesh and whimpers could be heard as he drew closer to the source. As Jonah burst through a set of thick foliage with his sword in hand, he was mildly surprised by the sight that greeted him.

Jaune stood in the middle of five dead Beowolves as he wiped his sword with a rag. Their bodies were already starting to disintegrate into nothing. His grandson hardly seemed fazed by the appearance of these beasts.

Walking toward him as if nothing had happened, Jaune handed him a canteen filled with water. "Here you go gramps, one drink of water courtesy of Jaune Arc, future Hunter extraordinaire."

His response was a quick smack up the head. "Ow! The heck was that for?"

"Cheeky brat," Jonah grunted as he opened the canteen. "What did I tell you about running your mouth off like that?"

As he took a swig from the canteen, he couldn't help but feel proud of his grandson. He has grown into a fine young man. He's ready for the next step. It was time to continue the next phase of his journey.

You'll make a fine Hunter someday. I just hope I'm still around to see it when that time comes.

So that's the prologue. BTW, I don't really know the names of Jaune's parents or family members so I'll just improvise. I plan on giving Jaune the heritage of none other than King Arthur (but I'm gonna tweak it a little bit so that it could fit in the whole RWBY universe and Quite frankly I don't know too much about him except for some of the basics but I'll just make it up as I go along so please don't bother fact checking it if it's accurate or not) Peace out! Next is the start of cannon.