Any connections you might see between this story and another is purely a coincidence and if it's not then there is a good chance that I saw and thought I could make fun of it. In any case I own nothing and a large part of this is unedited, enjoy.

Jaune was a simple guy who does simple things. He could run, roll, jump, and flail his arms. His semblance on the other hand not so much, for you see Jaune's semblance was something that didn't make any conceivable sense at a first cursory glance, it allowed him to put items behind his back and make them disappear for good. It can also allow him to use weapons with actual skill one moment that had actual respectable, polished and choreographed well-honed techniques and then seemingly forgetting how to do it the next moment. Oh, let's not forget that sometimes the world itself seems to forget where he is at times. But to Jaune, this didn't matter much, he was a basic guy who could basic things with basic weapons to fight.

Jaune hadn't always been like this, he used to be a basic dude who only do simple things, who couldn't roll all that well, or flail his arms all that hard, or run very far… and well if one were to ask what in sighted this stark change in Jaune, the Black sheep among his family, one could say that it was when Jaune Arc had first asked Ms. Goodwitch for advice when it came to fighting. Her response wasn't exactly what Jaune had expected the following is what Jaune-o-vision remembers of that conversation "Mr. Arc, I have two words for you. Git gud."

Jaune then thought back to the years leading up to beacon. He remembered what he needed to do. The following is what happened the next day in combat class.

Jaune was feeling like a nervous wreck, he could feel sweat pooling in the small of his back and soaking through his clothing as walked out into the arena. The blonde could feel the eyes of his classmates whispering as he strided into the towards the middle of the arena. They uttered phrases such as, "How quickly do you think he is going to go down?"
"I got my money on him making a fool of himself today.", and things within this vein of speaking were common place to Jaune as he stood in his normal combat attire minus his gloves. The gun metal gray having added a layer caution to Jaune's stance as he had no illusions as to what was about to happen to on this soon to be battlefield.

Russel Thrush had been called down to the arena prior to Jaune, and as such had been getting ready for his fight by stretching to loosen his muscles and taking deep breaths to increase his air intake just to be ready to face down his potential skilled and powerful opponent… or at least he would've been if he hadn't already known he was going to fight Jaune Arc of all people.
So, instead he was actually staring intensely at his scroll talking to a camgirl bot that insisted she was real in a whispered sultry tone. To his credit did see through the deceit what he didn't see through however, was Ms. Goodwitch who took his scroll right out his hands and launched it into the locker room with her telekinesis semblance. "Mr. Thrush this a battlefield not a lounge. If you two are ready, then we will begin now. Ready," she let her words hang in the air for a moment pausing to add tension and allow the two fighters to compose themselves.
Jaune felt a ball of lead in his stomach. "Begin!"

Russel didn't rush at Jaune, he didn't run, or even jog; he walked at nice casual pace. It was clear that Russel didn't take the Blonde Arc seriously or even a lick of respect. Whereas Jaune straightened up for a moment seemingly staring off into space but still staring at his now enemy. Then without ceremony, all his clothes had disappeared from his person including his sword and Jaune was now only clad in white pants that appeared to glow because of the contrast with the dark floor.
Russel had only raised an eyebrow at what he had seen happen before him but choose not to question it deciding to just end the fight now since Jaune only had the protection of his aura at that point. Engaging him with a diving attack Russel flew at Jaune with incredible speed for their level of fighting, expecting to just pin him down and pummel him into the ground to submission.
So, his surprise was reasonable when Jaune had rolled forward into his attack and his confusion had magnified when Jaune went through the attack altogether and him as well. Jaune on the other hand was had his body and its movement on autopilot and had already gone on the offensive with an extremely heavy punch into the small of Russel's back that had stopped all his forward momentum, then with an even heavier punch sent Russel tumbling with enough force to go three feet forward and landed flat on his face. The force of the second blow had been had enough to make Russel's aura flash and flicker erratically for a brief moment.

Russel recovered with as much grace that one could have expected from such a blow. But it seemed as soon as he was on his feet, he was thrown into a fit of rage from the sheer embarrassment that attack had caused him. It didn't help that his opponent was unarmed and basically half naked as well.

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He sprinted at Jaune who was sporting a surprisingly neutral-bored face through this bout and unleashed a flurry of well-choreographed blows that even the spectators could respect. However, Jaune seemed to be waiting on this spam of attacks to come at him and did the only sensible thing that someone would do in his spot: run the other direction.

"What th- Arc! Get back here so I can beat your face in" Russel roared *read*screeched* at Jaune as he jogged and sprinted at regular intervals until he stood near the corner of the room. Russel hot on his heels comes in with a spinning flip that leads into a kick. Jaune then flails his left arm and a bizarre clunking sound which echoes in the room, the unthinkable happens: Russel who was suspended in the air was now on his feet again his right arm out to the side.

Instead of following up, this opening proceeds to kick Russel how lets out a coughing sound as he chokes on his own spit while trying to let the air out from the unexpected kick to the gut. Jaune then kicks Russel until he was on the corner of the arena, all the while, the kicks did nothing to his aura levels, there was just enough force to move him but nothing substantial enough to actually damage him. Jaune quickly does a small hop backwards and sits in place for a moment staring off into space blankly, not even looking at Russel or even at the crowd and had just looked at the dull light blue lights forming on the wall or rather, in their general direction.

Russel takes this moment to grab his bearings and to understand what had just happened to him, 'I might not be as smart as the Ice Queen up there or anything, but this isn't making any sense at all. How did I go from being in the air to being on the floor? Why did he put me in this corner? Where did he learn to fight like this? This shouldn't be possible for someone on who was on such a novice skill level the day before? This progress it can't be real! I'll show him that this all just luck and that's going to come to an end real quick!', with another screech, Russel threw himself into another bout with Jaune. Who still wasn't looking at anything suddenly repeats the action that his took earlier and again the sound rings across the room followed up by more confusion from the class.

"What the- Arc just moved that Russel's weapon to the side without looking at him!", "Ha get parried scrub", "No my money, what's going on here!?" "This fight was over from the time that the first parry initiated", general thoughts that came from unimportant people.

The two young men who had been fighting for dominance

"Hey Renny! I figured it out! Jaune doesn't need to even be facing the direction of his opponent to send their weapon away from them he just needs to be close them!", shouted one Nora Valkryie. "Nora I don't think that is how this works," Pyrrha cut in, "after all it's not like a semblance can abuse the laws of physics," Pyrrha finishes, completely forgetting about all the times that they had seen Ruby abuse those same laws in their tenure at the school, and the fact that Nora had indeed lifted ten times her own weight at the gym that beacon on campus.

Thankfully Nora hadn't forgotten, "Oh Pyrrha this is why you fail to attract Jaune it's because you guys are the same with your realistic standards and willing to ignore the times that things don't make sense. This also why I'm the smart one.", having roasted Pyrrha's life with her normal cheer she turned eyes back to Ren. Who had intently watching Jaune from the start of the fight saying nothing and his facial expression saying even less. Nora who was about to grab his attention again was cut off before she could make another comment as the bizzare sound that was synonymous with a deflection of sorts sounded through the arena again, then again. Nora looking back at the looked at the scene with mild curiosity.

Jaune was in a pseudo fighting stance throwing his left arm to the side as he had done many of times at this point, while Russel had been attacking from every angle he could to see if there was a direction that he could through Jaune's parries; he found that there was no direction he could go.

He tried to stab at the underside of Jaune's arm he met an invisible wall that had sparked off his daggers. Russel had aimed for an overhead strike and Jaune had only changed the direction of the parry, the end result leaving him on his ass staring up at his adversary wondering if he was going to do anything. But nothing happened for a solid 4 and half seconds.

When nothing happen to the pale young man he dashed at Jaune who had again flailed his arm to the left, right as Russel attacked from below and he found himself with his arm out to the side. The Green haired fool had lost himself to his rage and kept repeating his now predictable attacks.

As a result time time and time again the huntsman in training had found himself with his arm out to side and his center of gravity disrupted leaving him open to an attack that didn't come. Eventually Russel had no more strength left in his arms to swing his arms. Jaune turned around and took about 3 paces away then looked at the teen and threw both his arms out this time leaned towards him as if to say 'welcome' to or maybe 'your welcome'. As this was happening defeated teen collapsed to his knees too tired to keep standing even too tired to see the Jaune gesture sent him.

Jaune then stared off into space as he had before the fight and with the sound of rustling clothes Jaune was completely clothed this time with his gloves on but without his sword. But that was fixed when Jaune reached behind his back with his right arm first pulling out the blade then his left with his shield. Jaune let out a deep sigh and looked back Glynda who was ready to call this match.

"Winner by exhaustion. Jaune Arc." The classroom was silent at this point after hearing the sounds of the noises of perfectly timed buried into their heads by now. Jaune on the other hand had seemed a little green from the nervousness that he had felt from all the looks that he received for going through the entire fight without getting hit once and only needing one real attack to win the fight. Jaune wordlessly left the arena for the locker room in a scurry to escape the gazes that he was starting feel queasy from.

Jaune found himself in the locker room staring off into space after adjusting his stance so his right foot was forward and rolled his shoulders forward then once more without ceremony Jaune found himself back into his beacon student attire. Then back out to hurry up into the stands before the next fighters were called into the locker room.

Beacon attire (chest)- It is said that all hunters come from a workshop and there is no better way to identify what workshop they came from then look at their uniforms. After all looking the same as one another at night made for a terrifying tactic and caused even beasts to think about the prey they thought they killed.

Beacon attire (legs)- though the practice of modifying clothes to absorb damage fell out style the design that those modified clothes had never did. It is known for causing chaffing near the groin because of this flaw.