Chapter 0 - Prologue

Jaune Arc walked through the forest with tears falling from his puffy red eyes. His father officially cast him out from the Arc family, and refuses to call him his son. He only wanted to be a Huntsmen, a protector of the people, and a hero in the eyes of his peers. He was so happy when his father agreed to train him under the Arc family style, he was finally going to grow up the hero he wanted to be.

Oh how wrong he was.

His father put him through hell, which was to be expected since you're going to train to fight off monsters who have no soul, and fight mercilessly and rip people to shreds without a second thought. But his father put him through something that is more along the lines of child abuse. Hitting him at random, and just straight out beating him whenever he failed to get his stance right. His scarred body is proof of that. It didn't help that his father didn't use a dulled or blunt training sword, only real sharp swords, against an eight year old at that. So after a full six months of 'training', his father deemed him a failure for not being able to land a single hit on him, which was supposed to be expected, since his he was a fully fledged huntsmen with years of experience. So as punishment, his father cast him out from the Arc family, and deemed him a disgrace, never to return.

That all leads to now, lost, alone, and starving in the middle of the woods on a dark and cloudy night with no one to help him. All Jaune could do was walk, walk and hope that he might find a way out, and maybe is his prayers were answers, find someone he could care for.

As Jaune continued to walk through the dark forest, he failed to notice the many pairs of bright red eyes, watching him in the distance.

Pain. that was all that Masanori felt while he laid on the tall grass of wherever he was. The last thing he remembered was that explosion that engulfed him. He and his fellow Samurai were making their final stand in Kagoshima, where the remainder of the Satsuma rebels were fighting off the seemingly never ending army of imperial soldiers.

You see, Masanori was a Samurai warrior, Japanese fiercest warriors, guided by honor and loyalty to their lords and clan. Though unlike any normal Samurai, he as a disaffected Samurai, who joined with the Satsuma rebels to fend off the reforming ways of the new imperial government. These warriors wished to stop the Imperial government from spreading, and forcing their way onto their people. They were noble goals indeed, but unfortunately, the Satsuma rebels were outnumbered 60-1, and with ever step forward, was two steps back.

While in the middle of battle, Masanori was knocked on his back thanks to the imperial mortar fire, and could only watch from his spot, as his fellow Samurai were cut down, and being blown to bits by canon fire. He could only hear the sound of his ears ringing from the shock, and looked up at the starry night sky to see something coming down on him, something round and made of metal. There was an explosion after that, followed by a bright light. He expected to either end up in paradise, or possibly the nether world. Instead he only felt pain, and the soft grass underneath him. He attempted to get up, only to feel his body ache with soreness.

'Okay Masanori, you can do this. Just get up dammit!'

Masanori felt his arms trying to push himself off the ground, and managed to get to his knees. He took in a breath of fresh air, and felt his strength slowly returning. He gazed at his surroundings, and noticed that everything was different. The air didn't smell of blood and gunpowder, and the land looked as if it had not been tarnished by war. And it was quite, surprisingly quiet.

"Where am I?" He asked in Japanese.

Masanori felt his strength return to him just enough so he could stand on two feet. He took in more of his surroundings, and to his surprise, nothing at all seemed familiar to him. The trees didn't even look like those he had seen back in Japan. He clearly was no longer in Kagoshima.

"AHHHHH!"

Before Masanori could do anything else, he heard the scream of someone, and it was close by. The voice sounded young, and most likely was from a child. Masanori felt his instincts kick in, and rushed off towards the sound of the voice.

Jaune was now pissing his pants at this point. Just when he thought his life couldn't get any worse, he had to get ambushed by Grimm, beowolves as well. Granted they are one of the weakest form of Grimm, but against an eight year old child, they were pretty much instant death. There were a total of three of them in a pack, and they all gleaned at Jaune with hunger visible in their cold lifeless eyes. Jaune could only watch as he was backed up against the trunk of a tree, and no way of getting out of this. He wanted his mommy to come and pick him up, tell him he would be safe, but she wouldn't come, no one would come and save him.

'Is this it, am I doomed to die here. Is this the fate of a failure like me?' Jaune thought to himself.

Jaune closed his eyes, and awaited the feeling of being mauled to death. He saw his life flash before his eyes, but sadly, none of them were pleasant. His father beating him, his mother and seven sisters failing to help him, out casting him as the weak one. No real friends or family to truly call his own. Jaune could only cry silent tears as he awaited for death.

But it never came.

Jaune opened his eyes to see the beowolves turning their heads to the side to gaze at something. Jaune followed their gaze, and looked off into the distance. He didn't see anything at first, but after a few seconds, he saw something coming his way. Someone was coming. When the figure came into view, Jaune saw a man, at least that was what he presumed, dressed in some sort of black and white robes he had never seen before, carrying a sword in some sort of sash around his waist. He had black hair tied in a topknot, and a clean shaven face. Suddenly, the man let out a fierce war cry, as he sprinted towards the Grimm. He reached for his sword, and began to pull it from his scabbard, and with the speed of a bullet, flew past the beowulf in front of Jaune, decapitating it.

Masanori watched as the mysterious wolf demon fell to the ground along with it's severed head. There was no blood for some reason when he cut the thing, and instead he watched as the things body started to disintegrate into a black dust. There were still two remaining wolf demons left remaining, and the child seemed to be alright.

Masanori took note of the child, and noticed that unlike a normal japanese child, this one had bright blue eyes, and blonde hair, something japanese children dont. He was also clad in some weird baggy shirt, and some blue pants made from a foreign material. He clearly wasn't in Japan any more.

Masanori turned his attention back to the two wolf demons, and both seemed to show rage as seeing he just cut down one of their kin in front of them.

"So, first I manage to escape the grasp of death, then I wake up in some mysterious land, probably not even in Japan, and now I find you demons trying to lay a claw on a young child."

Masanori's only response, was the second demon lunging at him, only to have Masanori Cut its left arm off, and then twist his body and cut the beowulf in half across his abdominal.

"I can't even begin to express the amount of stress i'm trying to cope with, so how about I take my anger out on your feral beasts first!"

The last of the demons let out a feral roar, and rushed at Masanori, who sprinted at it in return, and at the last second, slide under its coming claw, and end up behind it. He then took his sword and swiped at the thing's legs, causing him to fall to it's knees. He then got up, and with a warcry, decapitated the downed monster. It's head fell to the group with a thud, followed by it's body, and began to disintegrate to dust like the rest of them.

Masanori sheathed his sword, and turned his attention back to the child behind him. He saw that his eyes were a bit puffy from crying, but his face was not of that in fear or sadness, but that of one in awe. He walked over to the child in an attempt to make contact with him, and hopefully figure out where he is. The child looked up at him, before rushing at him and burying his face into his waist, and letting some remaining tears out. Masanori let the child cry into his clothes for a bit, and knelt down and tried to comfort him.

"It's alright little one, the demons are gone now. I won't let them harm you any longer," He said while rubbing the child's back.

Masanori felt the child go quiet, and looked down to see that he seemingly cried himself to sleep. He smiled a bit at the child, and picked him up from the ground and carried him in his arms. He knew that he was probably far from home, and was thinking why a young boy would be out in the forest alone during this time. He pushed those thought into the back of his mind for now, seeing as it was still dark, and who knew how many more demons were in these woods. So taking the logical side of things, Masanori decided to try and find some sort of civilization, or at least find a safe spot to set up camp, while taking the child with him.

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