Location: Vale-Beacon Academy-Ozpin's Office

Time: 9:00 A.M.

"I take it you're surprised," Ozpin started as he took a sip from his mug.

"Well of course," replied Ozpin's guest. A young man wearing a black long sleeved shirt, with matching pants and shoes. "It's not everyday that Ozpin himself invites someone to 'The' Beacon Academy."

"I suppose that's true," Ozpin agreed as he put down his cup. He looked his guest in the eyes, old faded gold meeting a deep blue. "Tell me Jaune, how would you describe your current life situation right now?"

The now named Jaune pondered for a moment, thinking of how to properly sum up his condition. He eventually answered. "I'd say I'm doing well enough. I have my own house in the Vale Residential from two years back, I have a decent amount of Lien from the tournaments I've won, and I've made much progress with my Aura and Semblance. Uh, sir."

"Ah yes, you have quite the peculier Semblance. Magic, I believe you called it."

"Yes Headmaster," Jaune confirmed. "I don't mean to sound arrogant, but you must have seen the recordings, of what I'm capable of doing. What else could I call that but Magic?"

"I suppose so. And I can't exactly deny that either," Ozpin said. He leaned forward, elbows on his desk as his hands connected. "I'd say you're quite blessed Jaune. A loving adopted family, a fine house in the upper class area, winner of multiple tournaments, rather large Aura reserves and an incredibly versatile Semblance."

What Ozpin said was all true, but Jaune couldn't help but be a bit embarrassed at the praise.

"However…" Ozpin said, and Jaune was back at attention. "Another question Jaune. Do you feel satisfied?"

Seeing Jaune's inquisitive look, Ozpin elaborated. "I mean to say; do feel happy with your how you are in life? Do you feel that you have done what you can do to the best of your ability? Do you feel content as you are?"

Finally understanding what Ozpin was saying, Jaune leaned back in his chair, and brought his right hand to his mouth, his left hand acting as a support for his elbow. After consideration he answered.

"To be honest, I've felt a bit… discontent as of late," He admitted. "Don't get me wrong, I love my family, bless them for taking me in. I appreciate my fans for their support and whatever powers that may be that I was given the ability I have. But…"

At this point, Jaune asked Ozpin if he may move around, to which he gave permission.

"I've always felt that I could be doing more," he talked as he gently paced around the room. "That with these gifts I've been given, I could make a change in history. But here I am doing small favors in Vale and competing in tournaments. Not that there's anything wrong with that," he amended.

Ozpin raised a brow as he leaned back into his chair. He looked amused. "Jaune, I've been taking note of all the things you've done in Vale ever since you came here two years ago. I'm going to list them and I want you to stop me if I say something wrong."

Ozpin went for one of his drawers, and with both hands pulled out a stack of paper. He adjusts his glasses before reading them.

"Donating to the poor, donating to the faunus, healing patients in hospitals, healing people in rundown areas, building homes, restoring landmarks, assisting the police in the capture of criminals, protecting faunus communities from violent groups, supplying charity organizations with rather hefty donations, rescuing animals from trees, cleaning up streets, attending birthday parties" Ozpin looked up from his papers. "The list goes on. I'd say you've already become quite a memorable figure, wouldn't you."

Jaune was left without words for a moment. "Well… yes those are all true but-"

"And let's not forget these shall we," Ozpin went towards another drawer, drawing an even larger stack of papers. At that Jaune shut his mouth. "Honestly Jaune, you're going to put people out of work at this rate," Ozpin sighed, not as as a form of disappointment, but more along the lines of exasperation. However, he looked at Jaune with a warm gaze. "Honestly, Vale has been transformed in the last two years because you. You give these people hope. And in this kind of world, wouldn't that be enough?"

Silence reigned in the office, and Jaune made his way back to his seat. For a while he had his head down. Then, he looked Ozpin in the eyes.

"I want to be a Huntsman," Jaune stated simply.

"You wish to fight the Grimm," Ozpin said. Those words sounded more as a statement than a question.

"Yes. Whenever I helped others and whenever I won my tournaments, I felt this clawing feeling in my chest. Whenever I look towards the walls, I know that the people; human or faunus, will never be safe as long as they are out there. That there will come a day when those walls crumble, and all the smiles and laughter turn to screams," Jaune admitted. "Call me paranoid, call me over empathetic, but that is how I feel."

Ozpin hummed as he took in Jaune's answer. For a while he said nothing, as if in deep thought. Finally, he spoke.

"Let's say that I invite you to attend Beacon Academy in the coming month," Ozpin offered. "How would you respond."

"... I would take the chance without regret, Headmaster."

"Even if it meant that Vale would be left without its 'Hero?'"

"They're strong Headmaster. And I will always be with Vale."

Ozpin considered his answer, before standing up from his chair, and extending his hand.

"Then on behalf of Beacon, I'd like to formally invite you, Jaune Arc, to be this year's representative for the upcoming generation."

Jaune stood from his chair and shook Ozpin's hand without regret.