Greetings everyone, I see you've clicked on this story and thought I should explain myself. See, due to a recent event that I had the immense pleasure of witnessing, which I shall explain in a moment, it inspired me to write a new story based on the event.

Anyway, it happened late at night when a friend and I had left the bar, yes, I drink but only when I'm with friends and we've got a taxi or uber (Drink responsibly!). And as we were walking out we saw this huge muscular guy wearing this really, really, REALLY, deep V-neck trying to start a fight with this shorter, lanky, guy. The man was clearly drunk and the guy getting messed with was not in the mood for any kind of shit. So when the big guy tried to hit the other dude, he grabs his fist and freakin' judo flips the guy onto the pavement!

But it only got better after the big guy got back up and started shuffling towards him. The man says the words; "I'm going instill a bit of a life lesson for you..." and knocks the big guy out with a damn uppercut!

But it was his final words the inspired this story.

He leans over the guy's face and I swear I can see the smirk on his face as he says with the confidence of a Greek god; "Don't mess with an O'Hara."

I got the guy's autograph and a picture on the spot!

Anyway, I just couldn't let this opportunity pass me by so here we are, the first of what I hope will be a full fledged story after the end of one of my other stories.

Oh, and if the guy who I met that day is currently reading this, you are the man!

Till next time!

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Chapter One

If Orville had to describe his son in one word it would have to be...Power.

From the day Jaune was born, Orville could tell there was something different about his little boy. He wasn't like other kids his age, off playing with wooden swords and pretending to be heroes. No, his son spent most of his time reading the stories of his ancestors in the family library, talking to himself.

At first, Orville didn't pay it any mind but after awhile, he began to take notice of his son's odd behavior. Often at times, his son would journey through the woods for hours at a time and each time he'd come back covered with dirt, grime, and scratches. Iris, of course, would be over the mountains at the sight of her little angel but Orville knew there was something strange about his son.

So one day, he decided to tail after him. He would always go off exactly 30 minutes after lunch and would return after 3 to 4 hours. The fully-trained huntsman trailed after his son, always staying several meters away but never to far in case of danger. The must've walked at least a mile and a half when the came upon a massive crater, it's length expanding five times larger than the state of the art Vytal Stadium and several hundred feet deeper in comparison.

Orville watched as his son, slid down into the crater, dirtying his legs and feet in the process but still managing to make it to the bottom, where he walked towards the middle of the crater and shifted into a stance that Orville had only seen once before.

Within the library of the Arc mansion was a hidden passageway that connected to a series of winding staircases and traps and at the end of the pathway was a secret room filled with the history of the Arc Clan. From historical records to secret techniques to battle armor and weapons. And in one such scroll was a list of techniques that taught the reader how to properly utilize their aura and amplify it to godly levels, granting them enhanced regenerative abilities, immense strength, durability, agility, and enhanced senses; essentially turning the user into a literal god.

However the technique was incredibly dangerous if used improperly and could cause a person's aura to permanently lock itself or even result in death.

So when Orville was witnessing his own son taking the same forbidden stance with had resulted in numerous deaths, he knew he couldn't stand back and hastily jumped into the crater, running full-tilt sprint towards his son, as a bright light enveloped his son, his aura shown as clear as day.

Closer and closer, Orville came. His feet thundering the ground as he ran towards his son in hopes of stopping him but it was what happened next that Orville will never forget. As his son raised his fist into the air, shinning brightly in the afternoon sky, his body tensing up before slamming his fist into the ground and sending the light from his body into the earth.

Silence filled the area as Orville's body tensed with anticipation, gripping his fists tightly together and shifting his eyes around his surroundings. The trees surrounding the edges of the massive craters shifting ever so slightly in the gentle breeze when a deep seated feeling rose from the pit of Orville's gut. His instincts all screaming at him to run, to flee from the area and seek out shelter; for in that moment the ground beneath them began to shake with the power of an earthquake as a massive clawed hand broke through the rocky mantle, slamming down onto the ground with an incredible force that shook the area around them. Following the arm was a massive rock-like body with humongous arms, a gigantic round boulder body, and short stubby legs. It's four red eyes glowing with such intensity that Orville had become frozen stiff from absolute fear.

Jaune, however, held his fists to his sides, clenched and ready for a fight. His blue eyes hardened and narrowed in determination and excitement as he focused his aura once more, his young adolescent body shining from his visible aura. The massive beast raised his mountain-sized arm towards the sky, no doubt aiming to crush his son.

But even the sight of son's impending death was barely enough to jump start Orville's protective instinct. But it seemed fate had a different plan in mind as the creature's massive hand slammed down on his son with a heavy crash, sending tremors throughout the land and Orville fell to his knees just as a bright light began to engulf the area where his son had been crushed, the beast's gigantic hand raising just a few inches when Orville caught sight of his son, his body twitching from his power boost. His fingers gripping onto the creases of the beast's palm and with effortless ease lifted the mountain-sized Grimm off the ground and into the air. The giant Grimm flailing it's limbs in confusion and surprise as Jaune's body crouched down, tensing his leg muscles before pushing up and launching himself and the Grimm into the air, where Jaune preceded to run up the length of it's body until he came upon the middle of it's stomach, his entire body glowing with such intensity as he launched himself from the Grimm's body and into the air.

Orville watched in amazement as the sun engulfed his son's and even to this day, Orville swore he saw a giant set of wings explode out of his son's back as he dive bombed into the Grimm's stomach with the force of several bombs. The creature and his son both rocketing towards the crater at an intense speed that Orville's instincts had finally managed to grab hold of him, commanding him to run.

And run he did for just as he managed to escape the crater just in the nick of time as the massive Grimm came crashing down with a thunderous slam, sending a mushroom cloud of dirt and dust into the air. Orville watched from his spot at the edge of the crater, the area of around him seemingly unchanged despite the event, but his eyes were locked on his son, who now stood atop the beast's head, directly on it's bulbous nose, watching as it's red eyes slowly began to fade away.

That was the day Orville learned a valuable lesson.

One that he was sure the world of Remnant would soon learn.

Don't, ever, mess with an Arc.

...12 years later...Beacon Academy...

"So, this is Beacon, huh?" thought Jaune, gazing upon the magnificent structure that would be his new home for the next four years of his life. He marveled at the Gothic windows, he breathed in the carved stonework, and he felt the energy of several thousand years of endless power. His eyelids lowered over her hardened blue eyes as he inhaled deeply before releasing it with a devilish smirk, his toned arms crossing over his chest. "Let's see if there's any challengers."

Perhaps some information is needed to clarify Jaune's thought.

Despite being quite possibly the strongest being in the known world, Jaune's only desire was to find an opponent where he could go all out. Ever since he was a child, Jaune was always fascinated by his family's history of warriors, each known throughout history for their bravery, humility, and overwhelming bouts of power, so much so that one day while searching the library for another book, Jaune stumbled upon a hidden passageway that led to the deep catacombs of the Arc mansion.

As the little Arc traversed the darkened corridors of the catacombs, he began to take notice of several strange structures built into the walls. And on each was a corroded metal tablet with a name, they were the remains of his ancestors; all of the Arcs, men and women, were laid to rest beneath the mansion of the current family.

After finally exiting the dark corridors, Jaune came upon a brightly lit room filled with treasures, from books to scrolls, from weapons to armor; all at one time belonging to an Arc. One such treasure stood atop a mighty coffin, the tablet on the stone structure reading out: "We are the bridge between life and death. We are the messengers of the gods. We are the Arcs." - Joan D'Arc, founder of the Arcs and wielder of the Yellow Death.

At first, Jaune couldn't believe it, he had discovered the hidden history of the Arc family, each book detailed their lives and each scroll told of their techniques; from amplifying their Aura to superhuman levels to extending the aging process. It was at that moment that Jaune decided that he would not only master every technique but that he would the greatest Arc of all time.

But sadly, life as the best was...boring.

With no one strong enough to challenge him, Jaune became disjointed with reality and had spent most of his playing video games and sleeping in. It wasn't until he obtained a mysterious letter of invitation to Beacon Academy that Jaune had decided that if his challengers wouldn't come to him, then he would come to them.

And so here he stood, on the concrete walkway of Beacon Academy, a boy with the power of a god and the skill of a champion. Nothing could stand in his way of achieving his goal and nothing would stop him for finding that one opponent that could finally go all out.

Nothing...Except one thing.

"Where the hell do I go?"

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And there you have it folks, the first chapter of a brand new story that I will be continuing after the end of one of my other stories.

What did you think of it?

Will Jaune be able to control this godly power or will it consume him like it had his ancestors?

What will happen with Beacon and Ozpin?

What about the shipping?! Arkos?! Lancaster?! Or something else entirely?!

Hell if I know...it's only the first chapter.

Till next time!

(In dedication to the demigod of the O'Hara Clan. Keep on rocking!)