HELLO AGAIN, IT'S ME VONNEGUTS, I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT THE ELATION I GOT OUT OF PEOPLE LIKING AND FOLLOWING MY WORK HAS ME ABSOLUTELY THRILLED TO KEEP WRITING. I WILL BE HONEST IN SAYING THAT I HAVE A HARD TIME MAKING THE CHARACTERS SEEM LIKE THEMSELVES, SUCH AS I KNOW I WILL HAVE A HARD TIME WITH OZPIN AND I ALSO AM GOING TO HAVE A HARD TIME WRITING OUT FIGHT SCENES!

BUT STICK WITH ME FOLKS, MY ADHD WILL NOT GET THE BEST OF ME! I'LL KEEP WRITING AND IMPROVING AS MUCH AS I CAN. THANK YOU AND ENJOY, JAUNE THE WOLF.

"Boy, I think it is about time I teach you how to use a sword. You are now at the age when my father taught me." A large burly man said. He was massive, he had big stalky shoulders and a strong, wide frame. His face showed kind but strong blue eyes and his warm smile was surrounded by a healthy goatee. Atop his head was wild blonde hair, sticking up in every direction. Two very noticeable blonde wolf ears poking out from his unruly hair. His name was Jonathon Arc and he was a good father.

The little 10 year old boy looked up in glee as he starts to dance around, obviously excited at the prospect of finally learning how to fight.

"CROCEA MORS, I WANNA USE CROCEA MORS!" The boy yelled, tail wagging quickly behind him.

The man gave a loud hearty laugh, "Calm down, pup. And no we won't be using Crocea Mors today, Jaune." Jaune's body slouched as he looked visibly upset, but soon turned his face into one of confusion.

"Then how are you going to train me, Pop?"

"Well first you are going to be using this!" Jaune's father pulled out a small wooden practice sword and handed it to Jaune.

"Awwww come on dad let me use Crocea Mors, not this rinky dink thing." Jaune said pointing at the old, beaten up sword.

"No way, I allowed your oldest sister to use Crocea Mors when she first started out. She was going against a practice dummy, and when she took her first swing the sword went loose from her hands and lets just say that if the sword flew two inches up, you and your sisters would have never been born." Jonathon said shuddering at the memory. Jaune looked at him in confusion until he understood what he meant, unconsciously crossing his legs in absent terror of that image.

"Now lets get you a-swingin!" Jonathon said

"Fuck yeah!" Jaune said

"HEY! Watch your mouth, your mother will kill me if she hea-" Jonathon was speaking but all of a sudden frying pan came out of nowhere and smacked him in the back of the head, rendering him unconscious.

Jaune looked on in fear as he saw his mother seemingly floating towards them, her aura cascading all around her body making her even more terrifying.

Then…..

As she drew near….

Standing right in front of Jaune…

He looked up at his mother and…..

…..

Passed out.

He woke up the next morning wondering how he fell asleep and how he got to his bed. Soon after getting his bearings and memories back (Although he wished he didn't get the memories of his scary mother back) his father burst into the room with bandages wrapped around his head.

"Alright son, TODAY, is the day I teach you how to use a sword."

3 YEARS LATER~~~~

You can see a young, 13 year old, Jaune Arc practicing with a sword in the forest nearby his family's house. Hacking and slashing at each and every direction, performing each and every step perfectly, his tail whipping around him like a golden fire. His ears stood up atop his head as he heard a noise coming from behind him. As he turned around he saw his father walking towards him with a water bottle.

"Here you go, pup. Take a break real quick and come talk with me." Jonathon said quickly sitting on a log and patting the spot next to him. Jaune quickly took the water bottle and downed half of it, letting out a relaxed sigh, and then sitting down next to his Pop.

"What did ya wanna talk about, Dad?"

"I think there isn't much else I can teach you, boy." Jonathon said his pride for his son hidden well in his voice. "So I'm going to be sending to a combat academy nearby."

"YESSSSSS, Oh man, I'm so excited, thank you so much father!"

Jonathon laughed as he saw his boy jump around at the idea. Watching his tail wag at astounding speeds. "Oh and one more thing." Jonathon said as he pulled something from behind his back. "I believe you will be needing this in combat school." Jonathon handed Jaune Crocea Mors. The boy calmed down enough to admire the beautiful, gleaming sword.

"You think I'm ready to wield it?" Jaune asked unsure of whether to grab it or not.

"Pup, I know you are ready to wield it." His father said pride coming out clearly now.

Jaune grabbed the sword, he could feel the power inside of it. Swaying the sword left to right, he turned around to the straw dummy. With two quick swipes to the left and right sides of the dummy, he spun and cut the dummies head right off. Looking down and staring at the sword with a wide smile on his face.

"Alright pup, I'll let you practice with that for a bit. I know I won't be able to make you put it down anytime soon anyways. Keep that blade sharp Jaune but keep your mind sharper." Jaune waved his father goodbye as his dad walked back home.

Jaune hacked and slashed dummies for the rest of the day. After finally getting tired and wearing out his massive stamina, he decided to head home. However on the trail back to his house he stopped and sniffed the air.

'Is that smoke?'