Multiverse-Crafter [RWBY ISEKAI FIC]

[Jao]

{Cobras fumantes, eterna é sua vitória}

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Is this part supposed to be in Portuguese?

The impact kicked up sand as if a bomb had exploded,I opened my eyes with morbid curiosity because I hadn't felt the pain in my body

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Needs a space between the , and I

 

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Is this part supposed to be in Portuguese?

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It is supposed to be in portugues, and in the original song this part is in portuguese.

The music smoking snakes is about three Brazilian soldiers, who fought against a much larger and much stronger force of German troops. They fought until they ran out of ammunition and engaged in close combat with their bayonets. They were immediately shot dead and the Germans buried them and placed a cross with the inscription "Drei Brasilianischen Helden" (Three Brazilian Heroes) on their grave.

 

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Escaldado is a typical dish from where I came from, so don't be surprised that I hyped it up so much in the text.

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[Pietro Polendina]​

The clock on the wall said seven o'clock at night, I would have gone home more than an hour ago, but ever since I read young Mr. Arc's projects I was overcome by an explosion of inspiration.

"Hehe! I haven't felt this motivated since I started working at Penny."

Even though it's early, I feel a slight drowsiness finally hitting my eyes. I had been poring over the Arc reactor prototype for hours, the project that had consumed every last ounce of my time and energy over the last few weeks. It was an unbelievable dream, the promise of a future where we didn't depend on Dust and everyone had access to clean, cheap energy.

PING!

A sharp digital ping snapped me out of my daze. The computer in the center of my desk was receiving a call.

Using my chair with spider legs I move to the device. At first I was going to answer it as if it were any other call, but as soon as I noticed the caller ID displayed my eyes widened.

"Impossible." I murmur in disbelief.

There was nothing written where it should have been identified which kingdom and CCT Tower were calling me.

I have been called a few times by authorities who have devices and programs designed to hide their information, but even these devices could not hide the towers' identification code.

There are only two possibilities here, the person calling me is one of the greatest Hackers in all of Remnant, capable of breaking the defenses of Atlas's highest echelon or -.

PING!

The sound of the call cuts off my train of thought, bringing me back to the call on my computer.

"I think I better answer it and see who it is." I grumble, reaching my hand towards the keyboard. "And is not like anyone would be able to communicate without using any of the CCT Towers."

Accepting the call, the image of a soldier in modern armor appears in front of me, it is all bluish and appears to be semi-transparent with blue codes pulsing across its plates.

{{Sup Doc. }} The soldier said in an informal but polite tone. {{My name is Church and I would like to have a chat with you. }}

The young soldier's language takes me by surprise, not that I mind talking to less restricted people. But it was certainly rare in Atlas to see someone wearing cutting-edge military equipment being so 'relaxed'.

"A good night to you too." I responded in a friendly tone, trying to appear calm despite being apprehensive that a stranger was communicating with me on my secure line. "What would you like to talk about?"

At the same time, the holographic projector on the ceiling of my laboratory turned on and in front of me the figure of the soldier that was on my monitor materialized in three dimensions.

{{Sorry for the invasion and manipulation of your stuff, but I prefer to talk eye to eye, you know. }} The figure in blue armor said while he wasn't at my eye level because I'm in a wheelchair. {{Oops, my fault. }}

Its size began to shrink, stopping when it was at the right height to talk to me face to face.

{{ I didn't want to say it like that, but the truth is...}} He begins to speak with a hesitant and slightly embarrassed tone. {{ I'm like a secretary for Jaune Arc, I think you might be familiar with that name by now?}}

My eyes widened in surprise as my body lost all the tension it had built up over the last few minutes.

"Yes! Yes!" I speak excitedly. "I am familiar with the name and his work, but unfortunately I did not have the pleasure of meeting this person with such a brilliant mind."

{{ Ish!}} Said the image, shaking its head negatively. {{ Oh you poor sweet summer child.}}

Without understanding his reaction and the reference, I shrugged my shoulders while graphics were projected in front of me.

{{ So, let's get straight to the point. According your data research that I borrowed for a quick reading, the Arc Reactor project is almost ready for the preliminary testing phase, but it's missing a crucial piece to make a functional prototype, right?}}

My mind started working a mile a minute, mentally reviewing every component, every circuit that I had examined and reexamined over the past few days.

"What is missing?" I asked, already anticipating that it wouldn't be something trivial.

Church made a pinching motion with his fingers, and a detailed hologram of the reactor appeared between us. He pointed to a specific point inside the nucleus.

{{The missing element is called Badassium. It is a unique creation, developed by a unique mind.}}

"Badassium?" He questioned in disbelief. "How is it possible that a new element was created without the scientific community knowing about it?"

Church laughed, as if he had been expecting that question.

{{ That's the point, doctor. Badassium is a material that only we know how to synthesize. It is a compound that has extraordinary energetic properties, capable of stabilizing and amplifying the flow of energy in an efficient and safe way. Without it, the Arc Reactor will not function as intended.}}

A hologram then displays an animation of Badassium being integrated into the reactor, showing its unique properties in action.

"Fascinating…" I murmured, amazed. "But why tell me this now? How can I help you?"

Church took a holographic step closer, his voice becoming serious.

{{ We know that Atlas is interested in the technology, Weiss Schnee will contact you offering the knowledge and, if necessary, even Hardware to synthesize the element in exchange for political agreements with the council of Atlas." On the holographic display several topographic maps showed deposits of minerals and Dust that the kingdom of Atlas would love to get its hands on. {{But let's focus on what we can do now, I need to speed up your research and I would like something in return.}}

I felt a shiver of excitement and apprehension.

"First, I would like to know what you mean by 'accelerating research'?"

{{Best case scenario you'll have a working prototype for field testing in fifteen months, which isn't bad, but to help my boss I need you to be faster.}}

I nodded, curious to know how he intended to help me.

{{ Most of this time you will spend trying to synthesize a stable form of Badassium, adapt your hardware to Arc Reactor power, and write code to handle energy fluctuations and other small things. But with my help you will be ready in less than two months for field testing after receiving the element.}}

My eyebrows raise in surprise.

"And what does Sir Arc want in exchange for this help?"

{{Relax, I have a list.}}

On the hologram a list of requirements was projected.

"But I do not understand." I commented confused. "Mister Arc is Miss Schnee's partner, why would he want something separate without her knowledge?

{{ Let's say Jaune doesn't even know we're having this conversation.}}

[Audra Taurus]​

I was furious.

Furious at myself for letting my guard down and almost costing the life of the only human who cared about Menagerie.

Furious at Jaune for convincing me to give this terrorist intern who tried to kill him a chance and also for stopping me from taking her head off and leaving her body to rot in the desert.

And most of all, I'm mad at myself because part of me agrees with the blonde boy.

Part of me thinks that Ilia is just a deluded girl, who still has salvation... just like Adam once did.

With Ilia trapped in the trunk, we made a tense and silent trip to the Blackbird.

A trip that Jaune made a point of going over all the rocks and jumping over all the dunes he found on the way, laughing that Ilia always got hurt on the bump.

As soon as we entered the Blackbird Jaune tied the prisoner to one of the ship's seats.

"You're not going to torture her, right?" Boudicca Nikos asked, pointing to Ilia. "Because I doubt she will cooperate by telling the truth without some kind of 'incentive'."

In this the human is right, just because we spared her, doesn't mean she will tell the truth.

"I could try to talk to her, show her that she's wrong, but my 'talk No Jutsu' isn't that good."

"Talk what?" Nikos asks, confused.

Without answering, Jaune walked over to the prisoner and crouched down to look her eye to eye.

"Last chance." Jaune said in a serious voice. "Will you pitch in and answer some questions?"

Ilia's only response was to close her eyes and turn away.

Jaune sighed tiredly and held out his hand with a strange golden mist emerging from it.

'His countenance?' I thought to myself.

As soon as the fog dissipated, a strange orange weapon appeared in his hand.

"This's a ray of truth." He said pointing to the toy gun. "It turns off all of a target's brain inhibitors, which makes them incapable of lying and also makes them reveal the truth."

(Avip: No Image this time, I want to see if anyone knows the reference in the comments for this ray.)

We were all shocked, the boy had revealed never-before-seen technology as if it were nothing.

"Unlike the original version, this one only lasts for 3 questions, after that the person returns to normal and the person is immune for 1 hour." Jaune said, pointing the gun that looked like a toy towards Ilia.

But before he could fire, I walked in front, putting my hand on the gun, pointing it downwards.

"Not that I'm against using the little psychopath as a guinea pig." The human said in a worried tone. "But how do you know it really works?"

Behind the human, Ilia was in a cold sweat, finally realizing the risk she was taking while Jaune faced the weapon sideways and analyzed it.

ZAP!

That is, until he shot himself.

"Try to lie while answering these questions." Nikos said. "What color is the Blackbird?" Nikos asks.

"Easy, black." Jaune replied without realizing what he had said.

Her bodyguard didn't seem convinced, so what followed was a battery of questions where Boudicca tried to make Jaune lie.

"Is Glynda an easy going person?" The human asks for the second time.

"Not even sleeping makes that woman relax."

"Is Port a straightforward person telling his stories?" And that was the third done.

"He's only direct when it comes to punching you in the face during training."

If what Jaune said is true then next time he can lie.

"Does Professor Oobleck speak slowly and calmly?"

"He sure doesn't look like he snorts a mile of powder cocaine mixed with coffee."

From the look of Boudicca the first three had been true and the last had been a lie as Jaune had explained.

"And you're immune now?" I asked curiously.

Without thinking twice, Jaune shot himself.

ZAP!

I decided to take advantage of the opportunity and try to find out Jaune's opinion on the SDC.

"In your opinion, is Jacques Schnee a good man?" I asked swallowing hard.

The question about the CEO of the SDC caught my attention from Ilia who stretched out to hear Jaune's answer clearly.

"That's a good one." Jaune said, giving a genuine laugh, only to change his posture and tone of voice to something more aggressive. "He is certainly the kindest, most honest and charitable living soul in all of Remnant." Replied Jaune laughing in a sarcastic tone.

Those words removed a weight from my back, even though he wasn't under the effect of the truth ray, it was good to hear from Jaune that he wasn't a jerk from the SDC.

"To be honest, if their daughters didn't have any appreciation for him, I would punch that asshole in the face until he swallowed all his teeth. Only to then break his hands and legs and throw him into a Grimm-infested forest to be eaten alive."

…

I hoped that Jaune wouldn't like the old Schnee, but his discretion in violence only made me feel more relieved to trust him.

"Isn't that a bit hypocritical coming from the guy who wants to give his killer a second chance?" The nosy human asked.

Jaune looked at her, but instead of answering he just shrugged before firing his truth ray at "Ilia".

The girl stared at Jaune terrified, as if the young man was really going to torture her.

ZAP!

"Why did you try to kill me?"

The young red-haired faunus squirmed in her seat, using all her strength to hold back her words as she simply responded.

"Because you want to colonize the island and enslave the faunus."

Confused by the statement, I tried to question it.

"What-."

But before I could ask, Jaune raised his arm, silencing me.

"What does the White Fang want with me?" Jaune asked this time in a more serious tone.

Ilia tried to hold on once again, but this time her resistance was less.

"Ideally, we would like you to die in one of your stupid practices fighting Grimm, but if you could leave and never come back that would be perfect. Preferably before you gain the trust of more faunus."

This is interesting, it seems like Jaune's good reputation is bothering the Fang leadership.

"If I free you, will you try to kill me again?"

The question was met by an uncomfortable silence in the ship. Ilia was in a cold sweat as she panted tiredly, as if she had run a marathon.

"I have no orders to kill you, my paranoia took over me and in the heat of the moment I tried to kill you. I won't kill you on my own, but an episode like that in the car could happen again if I stayed close to you or if it was direct orders from the great leader I would execute you without thinking twice."

"I see…" Jaune grumbled, digesting the information he just received.

Paranoia or not, a cold-blooded murder attempt is something that haunts anyone's thoughts. No matter how kind Jaune is, it is impossible to simply forgive or ignore such an action.

"You can let her go."

…

"WHAT!" Nikos and I shouted.

[ORIGINAL POV]​

Despite it being a cold night in the Menagerie desert, sweat dripped down my forehead, mixing with the dust on the ground and forming a thick paste that stained my cheeks.

It was a very long and busy day, so I decided to indulge and relax a little.

"CHEERS!" We shouted together toasting.

I raised the wooden mug to my mouth and drank the golden, icy liquid of the gods.

"Finally!" Exclaimed Amber using her disguise. "I needed a beer. But you could have gotten an IPA instead of this cheap stuff."

"Don't bother rude girl." Said Audra who had already dried her fifth mug. "You're drinking for free."

"My dad always said, 'beer can be cheap, as long as it's stupidly cold, there's no problem'." I commented smiling at both of them.

Earlier, Audra and Amber complained a lot when I let Ilia return to Fang unharmed, to calm them down I decided to reward them in the best way a Brazilian can do.

Barbecue and alcohol.

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Aura: 100%

We were all exhausted so we ate and drank without restriction, anticipating this I ended up spending 200 points on supplies to stock the ship's freezer with meat and drinks, in addition to the 10,000 I spent creating new safety equipment.

Amber wasn't eating much, but when it came to drinking, it seemed like she was trying to make up for lost time from the coma. The cachaceira drank about three liters of beer in less than an hour only to then move on to the caipirinha.

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"This is delicious." Amber said, downing her fifth drink. "So sweet and lemony."

"You shouldn't be mixing it up like that, kid." Audra said wisely.

"I drink to make myself sick! If I wanted to feel better, I would take medicine!" Amber said laughing at her own comment like crazy.

Audra, on the other hand, was drinking like a camel and eating like a horse… I love that woman.

"I thought the people of Vale didn't know how to roast meat over wood coal." Comments Audra attacking the flank Steak.

Trying not to arouse suspicion, I respond with a shrug.

Thanks to the alcohol, Audra didn't delve deeper into the subject and Amber started to draw all the attention to herself.

"THANK YOU BROTHER GODS !" Amber screamed, crying as she raised her ninth glass of caipirinha. "I SPENT SO LONG STUCK IN THAT TU-hic-TUBE... BUT NOW I'M HERE EN-hic-ENJOYING LIFE DRINKING AND EATING!"

She finished her shouted speech by taking another sip of her drink before staggering towards me.

"And it's all thanks to this kid-."Amber cuts herself when she trips on a rock hidden by the desert sands.

Lucky for her I managed to catch her before she fell. I try to pull her to her feet, but she holds me in a hug.

"Thank you Jaune." She whispers whimperingly into my shoulder. "Thank you for giving me my life back."

Despite her rum breath, I feel touched by Amber's speech. I return the hug trying to comfort her, I even think about saying something to calm her down, but...

"Grrggghhh." Snored the girl in my arms.

She fell asleep hugging me.

"I'm going to take her to bed." I said turning to Audra. "I'll be back in five minutes."

Audra nodded, drinking another beer.

After putting Amber in her bed and asking Delta to keep an eye on the ship, I went back to the grill that Audra had just put out.

"I took the last meat off the fire." She said, placing the sliced picanha in front of me.

As we were alone, Audra seemed tense and reflective. But even with the charged atmosphere of the night, I didn't hesitate to indulge in the meat in front of me.

"Jaune." The redhead said while I was enjoying my meal.

Still with my mouth busy, I raised my face to look at her curiously. And to my surprise I came across an Audra that I had never seen before. The confidence and determination that characterized her seemed to have dissipated, replaced by an aura of uncertainty and melancholy that I had never noticed about her before.

"I just wanted to…" She began, but stopped abruptly as she reached for the bottle I had used to prepare the caipirinha. "I need some courage."

I froze, wide-eyed, as I watched her begin to drink directly from the bottle of sugar cane liquor. This was not something I would recommend to anyone, considering the high alcohol content of pinga, which exceeds 50%.

I swallowed the barely chewed food and tried to take the bottle from her hands, but it was too late. Audra had already consumed more than half a liter of its contents.

As soon as she finished, she wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her t-shirt and approached me with a confident, drunken step, grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me up without any difficulty. Even though I was barely taller than her breasts, I used all my willpower to look her eye to eye.

'I will never make alcohol with my semblance again.' I thought to myself before she spoke.

"I wanted to thank you for stopping me from killing Ilia." She said, with an aggressive breath of cachaça, making my eyes water. "What she did was wrong, but killing her wouldn't have solved anything."

"Good." I responded with tears streaming from my eyes.

Audra, now unarmed and vulnerable, her green eyes filled with tears and guilt. The relentless warrior I had known was falling apart before me, revealing a soul weakened by pain and doubt.

"I didn't want to hurt her." She murmured, her voice hoarse from the drink. "But she reminded me so much of Adam that anger consumed me at once."

A pain in my heart dominated me. Audra's fury was understandable. Adam was walking a path of no return and when she saw Ilia take her first step in the same direction she lost control.

She looked down trying to ask me a question, but nothing came out of her but babbling and whimpering. Trying to encourage her, I held their hands.

Audra lifted her face stained with tears and desert sand and swallowed hard before asking me.

"Could you do the same for Adam?"

[Audra Tauros]​

The number of bodies my son left behind and the unhealthy fixation he has on Blake combined with the ideology that the end justifies any means... make Adam a difficult person to forgive. Jaune's bodily reaction, combined with his delay in responding to me, ended up being enough to make the boy's intentions clear.

"I understand…" I replied bitterly, looking away. "Some people are beyond saving-."

"NO!" Shouted the boy looking at me.

I stared at the young man, surprised by his cry of denial, waiting for what he was going to say.

"Ilia is a deluded girl and Adam has been at it for so long that…" He trailed off trying to find some way to finish the sentence. "Like… I don't know if I can redeem him… how about if I capture him alive?"

Silence hung between us as I processed Jaune's words. His blue eyes, now more determined, studied my face for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

Finally, I let out a heavy sigh, as if releasing a burden I had been carrying for a long time.

"Capture alive." I murmured, considering the idea.

"But it will be a dangerous mission." Jaune continued. "Adam will not give in easily. He is a competent combatant who would not hesitate to kill me if I got in his way."

I nodded, accepting the grim reality of the situation.

"But I'm going after that idiot, I will lasso him, knock him down and castrate him as a gift to make him softer." The young man added, giving his classic idiotic smile.

My jaw hit the floor instantly, and the boy was smiling as if I hadn't said something really stupid.

"You just compared my bull faunus son to a calf in a rodeo."

Jaune's eyes widened, finally realizing what nonsense he had said.

"My Saint Benedict I'm so sorry-." But he cuts himself off mid-excuse.

He stops in the same place, only to then look at me blinking his eyes confused, as if he is unsure about something.

"Did you say son?" He asked in disbelief.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, confused by his question, but I nodded as if the young man had asked the stupidest question in the world.

Shocked, he stuttered trying to process the answer.

"Mo–mo-mo-mo-."

'Why is he stuttering?' I thought to myself. 'Good thing I know the cure.'

SLAP!

A slap to the face.

"ARE YOU HIS MOTHER?!" Yelled Jaune in surprise.

"We have the same last name."

"I thought you were his hot older sister."

"Ha! That's funny!" I laughed in a sarcastic tone.

"Funny?" He questioned in amazement. "You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. And you live on a desert island, you're practically dehydrated and you do manual labor on the sun every day. It's impossible for you to be over 25."

Blushing at the boy's praise, I coughed into my hand, trying to regain my posture.

"There's no point in throwing false praise my way." I refuted, raising my voice. "I know you're disgusted or at least don't trust me."

"What?"

He seemed sincere in his doubt, but my blood boiled at his hypocritical response.

"I'm talking about your distrust." Encouraged by alcohol, I decided to get everything off my chest at once. "It infuriates me every time I see you looking at me from the corner of your eye, looking like you're judging me and waiting for me to betray you. Your eyes fixed on me, without blinking, made me nervous and embarrassed. I feel a mixture of frustration and hurt every time I see that look of disdain on your face. I wonder what I did to make you not trust me."

Jaune was completely frozen, unable to answer me, so I continued to speak.

"At first I thought you were a racist, but you treat all the faunus on the island with kindness and generosity, even that brat who tried to kill you, you treated her with respect…" I stopped sighing, holding back tears. "Why is it only me that you look like that? What's wrong with me?" I asked desolately. "Is it because I'm related to Adam? Is it because you are so close to the Belladonna family that you cannot tolerate me?"

Jaune began to shake and break into a cold sweat, his eyes moving in every direction but me. He stared down at his hands as if he were lost.

Frustrated, I grabbed his head and focused on my eyes.

"What's wrong with me?"

My alcohol-laden breath made the young man's eyes water but he swallowed hard and answered me with his eyes closed.

"Your breasts!"

…

"My what?" I asked confused.

"I was staring at these divine pillows you call tits where I dream of hibernating."

I took a step back in disbelief at the answer. After all, it couldn't be that simple.

'Was it all this time just teenage hormones?' I thought to myself. 'Impossible, why would someone so young be interested in an old woman like me?'

"There are also these toned thighs that I want to use as headphones."

My face turns red as a tomato, embarrassed and a little flattered by Jaune's lewd comments.

"And look at that ass!" He said pointing to my back. "Perky and perfect…" Jaune comments, sighing at my buttocks.

'Surely he is exaggerating.' I think forcing myself not to believe him.

"I would commit war crimes just so you could sit on my face with that wonderful dumptruck."

An awkward silence ensues as I process everything Jaune had said.

"So, all this time, it was just carnal desire? Was it just physical attraction?"

He gave a yellow smile, avoiding looking at me directly.

"I... know it's not the answer you were hoping for, but it's the truth. I was attracted to you from the moment I saw you."

"But I'm a faunus!" I protested. "Much older than you and on top of that I'm the mother of a wanted terrorist!"

In response he simply shrugs his shoulders as if the differences were no big deal.

'I haven't thought about that kind of thing in a long time.' I reflect internally. 'I think… since my husband's death to the Grimm leviathan, Dread Shadow.'

Since that time I have focused on protecting the faunus of Menagerie, and as a result I have built a reputation as a feared and respected fighter who has alienated anyone who might be interested in me romantically or sexually.

'And now comes this young, muscular, blonde human, with blue hair and a sculptural body.' Before giving in to my carnal instincts, I cut myself on the spot. 'Stop it Audra, he's younger than your son.'

Dormant feelings begin to boil inside me, mixed with the alcohol. A strange dizziness takes over my mind as I feel my stomach twist, giving me a sick feeling.

"I-I'm flattered that a young man could be attracted to me, b-but I think you exaggerated a bit, don't you?" I asked, trying to make the subject lighter.

Unlike me, Jaune was completely sober and for some reason, he seemed offended by my question.

"Exaggerated ?!" He exclaims indignantly. "I have to wear 3 pairs of underwear when I go out with you without armor so people don't notice when my dick is hard."

"STOP LYING!" I shouted embarrassedly, not knowing how to respond.

"Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, gesturing to the strap of his pants.

"Wait!" I asked, taking my hands to his pants.

But as soon as I bent down to reach my pants I felt a nauseating dizziness that threw me to the ground.

POF!

With my face covered in sand I looked ahead and noticed that I had pulled down Jaune's pants, I slowly looked up and when I saw the piece... I vomited.

"Oh no." Jaune grumbled. "My boots."

I tried to get up to apologize and offer to clean up what I had messed up, but the dizziness and nausea hit again causing me to fall to the side this time.

"Audra?"

Jaune's voice echoed far away as my vision darkened.

[Ilia Amitola]​

I walk alone through the halls of the White Fang base, my heart heavy with a bitter mix of frustration and shame. Sienna Khan's words still echo in my mind, each syllable cutting like a sharp blade. I never imagined that my loyalty and determination would take me to this point, a public reprimand, a humiliation that burns more than any physical wound.

I shouldn't have acted on my own, attacking Jaune Arc was a mistake according to the venerable leader Khan. An unprovoked assassination attempt on a VIP visitor would tarnish the honor of the White Fang and provide more ammunition for those who label us as bloodthirsty terrorists. The only reason I'm not expelled from the order is because the human won't announce my attack.

"Greetings sister Amitola." A sneaky voice comes from a dark corridor.

I turn to the newly arrived voice and come across Fennec Albain.

"Greetings, brother Alvian." I respond by giving a small bow to the veteran of the order. "One more time I beg-." I tried to apologize once again, but he cut me off by raising a hand.

He gives me a smug smile that sends shivers down my spine.

"I'm not here to judge, much less punish you, Sister Amitola." He says approaching me and placing a hand on my shoulder. "Actually, I came to congratulate you."

My eyes widened at the statement, I look the veteran faunus in the eyes looking for some lie or trick on his part, but all he offers is a friendly smile.

"Although I agree with the venerable leader Khan that it was not wise to act spontaneously guided by your emotions. I know you were seeking the good of the people of Menagerie and all Faunus."

Your words are like a balm for the wounds in my ego, I silently focus all my attention on Fennec Albain's words.

"The venerable leader is strong, but she carries the weight of our entire organization on her shoulders. That's why she punished you for acting in such a way." He says in a sad tone, as if he is disappointed in this way of thinking of Sienna Khan. "Still, she needs reliable allies, people willing to act in the shadows when necessary."

"In the shadows?" I repeated, frowning.

Fennec smiled, a more sinister smile on her thin lips than the last.

"You are very special, sister Amitola, your gifts allow you to be our best intelligence agent."

Without noticing the compliment, I relaxed my body, making myself feel special for the cause.

"From what I heard, you know where the human hides his Bullhead, don't you?"

I swallow hard, but respond by shaking my head.

"Perfect." He whispers. "I have a secret mission for you, you will lead a group of the White Fang's most loyal members to the human's ship."

"To do what?" I ask curiously.

Fennec laughs softly, almost whispering.

"Unfortunately this is a compartmentalized mission." Explains Fennec in a dry tone. "But I guarantee you that if you accept this mission, Jaune Arc will be driven off the island by the population and will never return." He finishes speaking by extending his hand to me.

Swallowing hard, I accept what needs to be done and raise my hand to shake his. After this informal pact, Fennec raises his hands in front of his body and connects his fingertips, speaking in a suspicious and sinister tone.

"Excellent…"

[Audra Taurus]​

"Aaargh…" I moaned loudly, regaining my consciousness.

My eyes slowly opened, like lead weights, and the sunlight made me moan even more. My mouth was as dry as the desert, and each breath felt like the scrape of sandpaper across my throat.

I tried to move, but my body protested with every muscle aching. My thoughts were cloudy and fragmented, like pieces of a puzzle that didn't fit together.

'Where I am? What happened?' I questioned myself mentally.

I looked around and recognized my bedroom. Broken swords and rusty axes and other irreparable weapons hung on the walls, trophies of my past battles. But something was different. My books and other papers were arranged in piles on the table next to the wall, layers of dust that were common in the corners of the room had disappeared, and a lavender smell permeated the place.

The room was impeccably clean, with no traces of dust or clutter.

"Who did this?" I questioned out loud.

With a monumental effort, I sat up in bed. Nausea overcame me, and I had to fight the storm in my stomach to keep from vomiting.

"What the hell happened last night?" I muttered to myself.

I tried to remember once again, but my mind was still a confusing jumble of memories. Little by little I remembered having beaten that crazy girl, arguing with Arc and then he offered drinks and food to make peace.

But after that...

A pain makes my brain throb inside my skull as I remember some sort of conversation with Jaune, and then I remember throwing up on his shoe.

"Oh shit." I complain loudly.

I got up carefully. Every step was a battle against dizziness and pain from a damn hangover. Arriving at the bedroom door I hear a noise coming from the kitchen, a soft sound of dishes clashing and the bubbling of something cooking. With my curiosity aroused, I headed towards the sounds.

"Who's in my kitchen?" I ask myself in a whisper.

My bare feet touch the cold wooden floor as I walk towards the kitchen. The noise that woke me up still persists, a metallic sound that leaves me intrigued and cautious.

Sunlight invades the house through the windows, creating golden streaks on the floor and illuminating every corner. I smell a delicious scent filling the air, something that reminds me of chicken and vegetable soup.

The metallic sound intensifies, coming from the kitchen. My steps become faster, curiosity drives me forward.

Upon entering the kitchen, my eyes widened in surprise. The scene before me is surreal, like something out of a horny teenager's dream.

[Image]

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Jaune Arc, esteemed friend of the Belladonna family, the first non-faunus to visit Menagerie as a VIP and also the human most committed to helping all faunus is standing in the middle of the kitchen shirtless, wearing a blue apron, with a pan in his hand and a friendly smile on his face. As soon as he notices me he opens that bright smile even wider, as if he's trying to stun me with happiness.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He says, with an amused tone in his voice. "Actually, good afternoon, almost night." He says looking out the window at the setting sun. "Looks like someone overslept."

"Jaune?" I ask, stunned. "What are you doing here?"

He ignored my question and approached me, handing me a bowl with some of the soup that was in the pot he was holding.

The aroma hit me before I could even see the dish. It was a mixture of complex and comforting fragrances of chicken cooked with different seasonings, which immediately made me salivate. I had never felt anything like this before. The smell was like a warm, enveloping hug, a promise of flavor that I couldn't wait to taste.

"Before eating, drink some water." He says, heading back to the kitchen. "Sit down and eat slowly, you need to eat after last night." He says pointing to the soup in front of me. "That's called 'escaldado', my countrymen created this dish specifically to deal with hangovers."

"Last night?" I repeat, still confused. "What happened last night?"

Jaune sits at the table and looks at me with a knowing smile.

"Well…" He begins. "Let's say you drank and spilled a lot…and I'm not just talking about you throwing up on my shoes."

"Nooooo." I whimpered helplessly at what I did the night before.

He tells me about the events of the night before, about how I drank too much, how we argued about Adam, how I ended up throwing up on his shoe only to lose consciousness and have to carry me home. The only thing that makes me feel relieved is that Jaune said that no one saw us in the dead of night entering my house.

As he spoke, I remember it all in fragments, like pieces of a puzzle starting to fit together. I feel my face flush with embarrassment, and my eyes drop to the floor.

"Sorry about the shoes." I murmur, not knowing what else to say.

"Don't worry about that." He says laughing. "I already washed them and after a day of Menagerie, they are already dry."

He serves me a plate of toast and encourages me to eat the soup while it's still hot.

Paying attention to the food in front of me, I see generous pieces of shredded chicken breast floating on the surface, mixed with diced tomatoes, onions and peppers, which give the soup a welcoming and colorful appearance. The egg yolks inside are intact, firm and shiny, like little yellow jewels nestled in the broth. The surface is sprinkled with the bright green of chives, coriander and parsley, adding a final touch of freshness.

Carefully, I pick up the spoon and bring it to my mouth.

"Huuuuum." I moan while enjoying the soup.

It's like an explosion of flavors! With every spoonful, a new discovery. The soup had some kind of flour, added carefully to avoid lumps, this provides a creamy and comforting texture to the soup. And the eggs are a revelation in themselves. Carefully placed into the simmering broth, the egg whites cooked perfectly, while the yolks remained whole and deliciously rich. Each spoonful that includes a piece of egg yolk brings a velvety flavor that mixes wonderfully with the broth and other ingredients.

'He cooked this wonder all by himself?' I question mentally. 'I thought rich humans were lazy useless people when it came to domestic chores.'

The food is delicious, warm and comforting, and slowly the fog of pain and tiredness in my mind lifts.

'It's like this food really can cure hangovers.' I think to myself.

While I eat, I talk to Jaune about the night before, about Adam and what happened between us. He listens to me with patience and understanding while he washes the dishes, and helps me process my emotions.

At the end of our conversation, I feel lighter, as if a heavy burden has been lifted from my shoulders. I realize that Jaune doesn't judge me, but rather welcomes me with understanding and empathy. He assures me that the simple act of talking about my afflictions is an important step towards overcoming them, and that his presence as a listener is something natural and that anyone could have done for me.

'This kid has a heart of gold and doesn't even know it.' I reflect while looking at him.

Jaune takes the bowl away from me as soon as I finish eating that wonderful soup. Seeing the boy washing the rest of the dishes with his back turned, I remember something I wanted to ask.

"Were you the one who cleaned my house?"

Jaune turns around, still holding a bowl he had just washed. He smiles, that radiant smile.

"Yes, it was me."

I looked around, seeing the spotless kitchen and remembering my room, so clean and organized. I feel a mixture of gratitude and shame rising inside me for having my home organized by a teenager.

He not only took care of me while I was vulnerable, but he also cleaned my house. This gesture meant more than he could imagine.

'How long has it been since someone took care of me?' I reflect in silence as old memories surface in my mind.

I've been alone for so long, no one has had dinner with me since my husband was killed by the Dread Shadow and Adam abandoned me. Having someone here looking out for me makes me let my guard down and relax for the first time in a long time.

"Jaune, you really didn't have to do all that." I say, trying to hide the blush that spreads across my face.

The boy, still smiling, responds.

"I wanted to help you, so it wasn't a big deal." He adds, shrugging.

As he puts away the dishes, I see him flexing his arm a little, making me notice how fit he is. His defined muscles stand out in the kitchen light, and I can't help but feel a shiver run down my spine.

'One night of drinking and dinner and I already want to jump on him?' I question myself internally. 'What's wrong with me? I'm too old for that and I have too many problems for someone who still has their whole life ahead.' I cut through my self-reproach for being attracted to Jaune when he shows something shocking.

Jaune turns his back to put a pot in a low cabinet, revealing the type of clothing he was wearing from the waist down.

'By The Animal God, what are those shorts?'

The boy was wearing one of those running shorts, made of a light, breathable material. It fits perfectly around his hips and thighs, outlining every muscle and curve of Jaunes body. It's hard to look away, and I feel warm inside just watching him.

When Jaune turns around he seems to notice me looking at him, and our eyes meet. He gives me a bright smile with zero malice, and I feel my heart beat faster. I look away quickly, embarrassed, but I can't help the tingling sensation running through my body.

'Yesterday he said I was one of the most attractive women in the world, but instead of taking advantage of me while I was defenseless he cleaned my house and made food for me.' I think, looking at the young man who was now cleaning the sink. 'If I were younger and he was a little older… I would break his pelvis beneath me giving him a Vacuoan rodeo.'

A big part of me knows I shouldn't be thinking those things about him, but I can't help it. He is simply a kind, strong an beautiful man, with big muscular arms, a toned back and a little ass that I want to leave full of bite marks.

…

And also him wearing an apron without a shirt and wearing tight shorts is making me salivate across the north and south.

'Damn it!' I scolded myself for being so obsessed with his body. 'I need to distract myself with something.'

I took a deep breath and forced myself to look away. My mind needed an urgent escape. Jaune was a dangerous distraction, but maybe I could use him to distract me in another way.

"A good-looking boy like you who can clean and cook must be popular in Beacon." I started by trying to sound casual. "There must be a girlfriend or two waiting at home, right?"

Jaune pauses for a second looking at me, he seemed caught off guard by the question, but his smile remained. She giggled as she turned to dry her hands on her apron.

"That's a complicated story." He replied, his blue eyes shining with a mix of nostalgia and humor. "There are one… or two girls that I think are into me…" He said slowly. "But no girlfriend or anything more serious."

The answer intrigued me, so I decided to continue and get more information.

"Why?"

He sighed and sat across the table from me, crossing his arms and leaning back, balancing on the back legs of the chair looking up at the ceiling.

"When I got to Beacon I had zero training." He responds hesitantly, as if he's not sure what he's talking about. "I think I was so focused on getting better that I didn't try anything with anyone."

His tone didn't show confidence in what he was saying, but I wasn't sure if he was lying or just withholding part of the story. I think it's better to get straight to the point.

"Are you gay?"

THUMP!

My response was Jaune falling backwards onto the ground.

"Ouch." He speaks sarcastically lying on the ground, but he still responds. "I am straight."

"Huuum." I murmur looking across the table. "Are you sure?"

He jumps to his feet and frowns at me, more irritated than angry.

"Yes, I am." Replies Jaune in a dry tone.

An uncomfortable silence settled between us, although Jaune was irritated, he didn't seem so uncomfortable. Proof of this is that the young boy still glanced at me from the corner of his eye when he thought I wasn't paying attention.

In the past I thought he was making sure where I was, as if he was making sure where his enemy was, but today I know that this boy-. NO! This man was admiring me… desiring me.

"Are you really sure?" I asked with a lewd smile appearing on my lips.

Now frustrated, he throws his arms up in surrender, as if he had given up answering me.

'Don't give up, you hot blonde idiot.' I begged internally to any deity that could hear me.

He gets up and walks towards me frustrated, next to me he slams his hand on the table and asks confused and irritated.

"What do I need to do to convince you?" Jaune asks with his chest puffed out, imposing an authoritarian air on me.

I grin a wild, hungry smile, excited about the prey that has fallen into my trap, ready for the taking.

I slowly stand up, looking deep into the young human's eyes. As soon as my eyes pass the height of his forehead, the young man's shoulders begin to deflate, his posture that portrayed him as an authoritative figure evaporates. When I'm finally standing, Jaune's eyes are a little higher than the height of my cleavage.

At first I stay silent, trying to read his reactions, to see if he still shows any interest in my body.

"Mgnn." The young man grumbles as if he were making a physical effort.

My worries disappear when I notice his trembling and hesitant eyes, it wasn't like someone avoiding direct looks so as not to discover his secrets. Jaune Arc's eyes were twitching because the young man was using all his concentration to look at my eyes instead of my cleavage.

Licking my lips, I slowly approach him, supporting his chin to help him keep his gaze on me.

"Glad you asked my little calf." I get even closer, with my lips close to his ear, I whisper. "Would you like to show me if is true?"

Jaune's body shivers all over, up close I can even see the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

For a second I worry that maybe I've gone too far and he'll reject me in disgust, but to my surprise Jaune grabs me by the shoulders with a firm, powerful grip and pulls me away just enough to look me in the eyes and show a sudden change in his behavior.

Shocked by the change, I stand without reaction, trying to process the transformation before me. The tension in his body was gone and in its place was an intimidating serenity, as if he had finally found his purpose. His gaze was unwavering, piercing my soul, resolute and firm like steel beams forged in the best factories in Atlas.

I couldn't help but feel attracted to him, intrigued by this metamorphosis. He made me feel a strange mix of nervousness and excitement, like a girl on her first date.

"Let's fucking go!"

[Avip: Remember when Ozpin called Jaune in the middle of the night in chapter 23? After the Vacuano Rodeo that scene takes place.]
[Ps: I've been writing smut on other accounts of mine, would you like me to write Audra and Jaune's scene? Does the platform where you are reading this story allow this type of content?]

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E ai gurizada?

I'm glad to see that the Grimm Sharks pleased you all, and after the last chapter I noticed that you are waiting for the clash between Jaune's sisters and Adam Taurus... when we get to that scene I hope to live up to your expectations.

Likorin:
Please tell me jaune gets a warlord class titan.
Avip:
I was seriously thinking about putting one in the story, but the biggest problem is that the weapons of these monsters (If I'm not mistaken), are capable of melting mountains, vaporizing oceans, triggering volcanoes and fracturing technical plates. If this is true, this setting cannot survive 5 minutes with one of these walking freely.

Jao:
{Cobras fumantes, eterna é sua vitória}
Is this part supposed to be in Portuguese?
Avip:
It is supposed to be in Portuguese, in the original song this part is in Portuguese. The music 'smoking snakes' is about three Brazilian soldiers, who fought against a much larger and much stronger force of German troops.
They fought until they ran out of ammunition and engaged in close combat with their bayonets. They were immediately shot dead and the Germans buried them and placed a cross with the inscription "Drei Brasilianischen Helden" (Three Brazilian Heroes) on their grave.

 

[emmelmpau]

It's QQ. Smut is basically more common than sense, anyway.

If you want to write the scene, go for it.

 

[DemYurg0]

where is the smut between Jaune and the Milf????!!!!!

 

[Jao]

"Hehe! I haven't felt this motivated since I started working at Penny."

Click to shrink...

on*

 

[Avip_br]

where is the smut between Jaune and the Milf????!!!!!

Click to shrink...

Next month I will post it as an omake at the end of the chapter.

Some sites where I publish this story do not allow this type of smut

 

[urielv59]

Next month I will post it as an omake at the end of the chapter.

Some sites where I publish this story do not allow this type of smut

Click to shrink...

any chance you can whip up an ai picture of Audra so we can have a more clear idea of what you want her to look like?

 

[Avip_br]

any chance you can whip up an ai picture of Audra so we can have a more clear idea of what you want her to look like?

Click to shrink...

I already have an image made for next month's chapter.

 

[Im_just_a_Reader]

Fucking classic, I can't believe that I just discovered this

 

[Avip_br]

Before I begin, I'd like to thank everyone who commented on the site's rules for posting smut in a story that wasn't explicit from the beginning.

The smut is at the end as an omake you filthy degenerates... I love you all.

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[Pyrrha Nikos]​

When Jaune was suspended, I was appointed by Professor Ozpin as the provisional leader of Team JNPR.

On the day, I thought the action was unnecessary. After all, Jaune would only be gone for two weeks, and we still had plenty of time before the exams started. What kind of work could I have in such a short time...

"Nora Valkyrie!" I exclaimed, my patience already exhausted. "Get out of that bed now!"

I have just one job, to ensure my team attends all the classes.

"Just five more minutes," murmured Nora sleepily.

Last week, Ren and Nora missed the first classes in the morning for three consecutive days.

I tried waking them up earlier and rushing them to get ready so they wouldn't miss the class, but it was all in vain. On the fourth day of being late, I gave up and decided not to try anymore.

Professor Ozpin did not appreciate this idea and threatened the entire Team JNPR, including Jaune, with a week of detention for every day Nora and Ren were late.

"You could at least help me, Ren," I questioned, frustrated.

"What makes you think I have any choice here?" said Ren in an irritated tone.

"You're the one spooning her from behind," I complained, pointing at the two lying together.

"She's holding my arms," he said, trying to free himself from Nora, but his partner was stronger and kept a firm grip on his arms, preventing him from freeing himself.

Since they made their relationship official by breaking Jaune's bed, Nora and Ren have joined their beds to sleep together.

I have nothing against it and even envy-. I mean, I'm happy for them. But it's starting to bother me... just a little... seeing these two's displays of affection.

The way Ren feeds Nora breakfast, the way Nora brushes Ren's hair before bed, and the worst of all, which is causing problems now. Nora and Ren spoon for hours, resulting in recurring tardiness.

"You will be on time," I murmured, threatening the two. "Even if I have to drag you out by force."

Ren looked at me cautiously, worried about my tone, while Nora ignored me and snuggled into Ren's arms.

Frustrated, I approached them and reached out to where Nora was holding Ren's arms around her.

CHOMP!

"NORA!" I shouted, horrified. "Did you just try to bite me?"

"Keep your hands off my ninja femboy, you homewrecker!" Nora threatened without moving.

"Femboy?" I questioned, astonished.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to," Ren said in a tired tone.

"Has Nora been reading Blake's books?"

"Mistralian comics, to be exact," he replied. "Almost pornographic trash."

"How dare you!" Nora declared in a dramatic tone. "Do not insult this distinct form of art."

'Damn,' I complained internally. 'I need to change my strategy.'

Thinking of a new plan, my eyes met those of the green-clad ninja. Ren looked back at me with a raised eyebrow, suspecting I might be plotting something.

'Asking him to go against Nora is a waste of time,' I thought internally. 'So let's focus on Nora and her soft heart.'

"Is there nothing I can say to convince you?" I asked in a heavier tone.

"Nope," Nora replied, all smiles.

Starting my act, I sighed tiredly and turned my back.

"I understand, Nora," I said in a sad tone. "I can't force you to give up your morning cuddle routine."

"Yep," Nora responded, happy as can be.

Even without seeing her face, I knew she was smiling in her beloved's arms. Part of me hates the envy for this.

"I just hope Jaune can forgive me for my incompetence," I said in a dramatic and sad tone.

Behind me, the couple whispered to each other, questioning my behavior.

"I know I've failed as a leader. And Jaune will hate me for my incompetence."

Nora and Ren sat up in bed, worried about their friend's sudden change in mood.

"What are you saying, Pyrrha?" Nora asked, her voice full of concern. "You're the most amazing girl in all of Beacon."

I turned around, pretending to wipe away tears with my fist, still feigning sadness.

"But I can't get you to class on time," I lamented loudly. "And now, when Jaune returns, he will be punished because of me." I finished speaking, bringing both hands to my face while fake-crying loudly.

Nora got out of bed and came to hug me.

"Don't cry, Pyrrha, please," she said, trying to calm my fake desperation. "We won't let you feel this way. We'll try harder to be on time... right, Ren?"

Still in Nora's hug, I lifted my face and gave Ren a cynical smile.

He widened his eyes, astonished at my performance, but didn't expose me to Nora.

"Of course," he replied, confused by the whole situation.

I pulled away from the hug, trying not to let a triumphant smile form on my lips.

"Thank you," I said, pretending to still be emotional. "It means a lot to me."

I got up and left the room, happy with the result of my performance, but knowing this was only a temporary solution.

'Hope it lasts until Jaune returns,' I thought hopefully.

Nora has always been stubborn, but what surprises me is Ren being more permissive lately with her erratic behavior.

'What could he be gaining by letting Nora do whatever she wants?' I questioned internally.

[Ruby Rose]​

RIIIING!

I walked around the room, not knowing what to do. My thoughts were a whirlwind of guilt, anger, and sadness.

'Do I leave Blake alone or do I go after her?' I think with uncertainty.

After a few minutes I went back to my bed and sat down, defeated. The silence of the room was deafening, thank goodness I had Yang to help me.

"Good morning sis." Yang said finishing getting dressed.

I'm so inattentive that I hadn't noticed when Yang had woken up.

"Any plans for the weekend?" She asks, trying to cheer me up.

Yang knew I was depressed, so she was trying to distract me to cheer me up. But more important than improving my mood was Blake's whereabouts.

'And that's what I'm going to do.' I thought clenching my fist determinedly.

"I do have a plan." I replied getting up with a new spirit, now that I remembered what was most important. "We're going to the city to look for Blake."

There's a missing member of Team RWBY and I can't stay in bed all day depressed, I need to find her.

Yang blinks her eyes in surprise at my answer, but she sighs in relief as she processes my statement.

"Understood." Yang replied, smiling cheerfully. "Two sisters walking around the city looking for their runaway teammate-."

"Weiss is going too!" I added cutting Yang off.

Surprised by my tone Yang swallowed hard and turned to face Weiss who had stopped brushing her hair when I mentioned her name.

"I think Weiss could stay out of this." Yang says with a weak smile.

Weiss watches us from the corner of her eye interested in the conversation, but without showing any emotion.

"She's going too!" I say imposing myself in an authoritative way. "Regardless of internal conflicts, Blake is a member of Team RWBY and now she's alone in the city, maybe needing help."

I finished speaking by grabbing my weapon and cloak only to turn to face Weiss and Yang who were staring at me open-mouthed.

"She's right Yang." Weiss comments standing up. "Let's bring Blake back first, then we can talk and resolve our differences."

I smiled confidently with my BFF agreeing with me and turned to Yang once more who answered me smiling and nodding positively.

"Great, then get ready, we'll leave in 5 minutes."

Since the two of them were already dressed, they just needed to grab their gear to go.

'Don't worry Blake.' I thought silently. 'By the end of the day you'll be back on Team RWBY... even if I have to drag you back by your hair.'

[ORIGINAL POV]​

"Ouch," I groaned softly as I woke up.

Opening my eyes, I was immediately greeted by a wave of pain radiating from every muscle fiber in my body. The muscles in my pelvis and abdomen, in particular, felt like they were on fire, a painful reminder of last night's delightful activities.

'That woman was desperate for a long time… but I'm glad I could quench her thirst.'

Yesterday, I went all out. Actually, it was Audra who went all out on me. If it weren't for my training with Professor Port, my awakened Aura, and the super soldier serum, I don't think I would have survived, let alone kept up with her pace.

The intense pain made me question the sanity of my decision to submit to such an exhausting snu-snu that broke the bed and cracked the floor.

'Who am I kidding?' I mentally questioned myself. 'I'd do it again without a second thought… I just hope my Aura can mend my fractured pelvis.'

I tried to turn in bed, but even this simple movement caused a series of sharp pains in my abdomen. The pain also throbbed in my legs, pulling from my hips down to my ankles. My groin felt like it had been crushed by a hammer, and my abdomen protested with every breath.

'At least I don't need to be hospitalized. Take that, Ren! Your bed-wrecking prowess is no match for mine.'

"Hmmm."

A feminine murmur next to me caught my attention, making me turn and contemplate the sleeping barbarian goddess beside me. The sight of her lying there with a satisfied and relaxed smile was a trophy for my 'performance' the night before.

As much as I wanted to stay in bed and maybe snuggle between those wonderful breasts, I had things to do today.

Yesterday, I spent the entire day at Audra's house without notifying the Belladonnas.

'I hope I didn't worry Ghira and Kali.'

I carefully got out of bed, moving stiffly like a rusty robot. Even though I was already used to the pain, it was hard to move without making any noise.

After a few minutes, I reached the kitchen and put on my Scouter, ready to answer Church while I prepared breakfast.

{{What's up, asshole,}} said a sarcastic digital voice.

'Speak of the devil,' I thought to myself.

Using the Scouter lens, Church projected himself as a miniature hologram on the countertop.

"Good morning to you too… Leonard," I replied, smiling at him.

The tiny image shuddered with disgust.

{{Never call me that again… seriously!}} Even though he wasn't truly offended, his request was sincere, so I nodded in agreement.

While I gathered the ingredients for breakfast, Church informed me that in two days, I would receive the first part of the payment from the contract signed between Weiss and the Kingdom of Atlas. He also mentioned that according to explosions recorded by Vale's police, Team RWBY was going through the events of the end of the first season. Despite Ruby being more confident as a leader and Weiss being less combative about teamwork, the final outcome would be the same as the series.

{{According to our projections, Team RWBY will start acting like a real team from now on,}} Church concluded as I placed bacon in the frying pan.

Relief washed over me as Church finished speaking. The good news, combined with the act of cooking, left me almost as relaxed as I was yesterday.

{{You could make an effort to do that too,}} the AI added in a reproachful tone.

I froze for a second and looked directly at the small avatar that had manifested in front of me, not understanding what he was talking about.

{{I know you're busy as hell at the start of the year, engaging in a shadow war, creating a new energy matrix system for an entire planet, training your pathetic organic body, losing your virginity, and spearheading an industrial/urban revolution for the Faunus takes time.}}

I was stunned by everything I had done in such a short time. I knew I wasn't idle, but I didn't have a detailed plan with all the steps to be taken. At most, I had goals I wanted to achieve.

{{Focus on me, you golden retriever attention span idiot.}} Annoyed by the gratuitous insult, I stared at Church in silence, waiting for him to get to the point. {{What I'm saying is that you need to spend more time with your team.}}

The concern in Church's tone was palpable, even behind his sarcastic personality. He was right; I was getting involved in so many fronts that my attention to my team was falling behind. I took a deep breath, trying to ease the tension forming in my shoulders.

"You're right, Church," I admitted with a sincerity that even surprised me. "Isolating myself won't help in the long run, no matter how tempting short-term rewards may be."

{{That's the spirit, kid,}} the digital voice sounded softer, as if satisfied with my response.

'To achieve this, we'll need to delegate functions,' I thought, finishing up cooking. 'I'll need a team… or several teams to manage Menagerie.'

The aroma of food and hot coffee filled the kitchen, a combination that always brought me a nostalgic comfort. Audra would probably wake up soon, drawn by the smell.

I finished setting the table with a simplicity that contrasted with the complexity of my thoughts. I placed two cups of coffee, orange juice, scrambled eggs with bacon, and some toast. When I was done, I heard soft footsteps coming from the hallway.

"Jaune?" A husky female voice asked from the hallway. "What's that delicious smell?"

Audra appeared, yawning and fixing her hair, wearing a tight-fitting blouse.

[Image]

{{By the way,}} Church whispered through the Scouter. {{Congrats, kid. If I had a hand, I'd give you a high-five.}}

Audra was still waking up, but she looked more relaxed and less stressed.

"You came at the right time, I made breakfast."

She looked at me in surprise, but I nodded and pointed for her to sit down.

After sitting down, I tried to start a conversation with her, asking about other Grimm hotspots on the island or interesting places to explore. However, Audra only gave me monosyllabic answers or nods. Suspecting that she might want to eat in peace, I stayed quiet and let her eat in silence.

That didn't last long.

"Why did you make breakfast for me?" Audra asked.

Not understanding the question, I responded with the first thing that came to mind.

"Uhhh…" I replied eloquently. "I thought you might be hungry."

Audra's facial expression was hard to read; she looked distressed and distracted, as if caught in an internal conflict.

'Maybe she regretted sleeping with me,' I concluded silently.

Deciding to give her some space, I announced my departure.

"If I'm bothering you," I began, catching her attention. "I can leave."

"Huh?" She mumbled, focusing her attention on me. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable in your own home, especially if you regret what happened last night."

Audra stared at me wide-eyed in silence, probably shocked that I read her like an open book. Without further ado, I stood up from the table, but before I could take a single step, a strong female hand grabbed my shirt and lifted me off the ground.

"What's your problem, Arc?" Audra huffed, pulling me close to her face.

Stunned, I blinked in confusion.

"Problem?" I repeated, not understanding the question.

She had a stern face and teary eyes, using all her willpower not to cry.

"You stopped me from doing something I would have regretted for the rest of my life, made a barbecue with beer, then apologized for sparing Ilia, carried me home without exposing me to anyone on the island, preserving my dignity, cleaned my house, made dinner, and after a night of sex that broke my bed, you make breakfast and apologize for making me uncomfortable?"

"Y-yes," I stuttered, still confused about what was happening.

A tear of frustration rolled down her face, and then Audra roared, shaking me in the air.

"RAAAARGH!" The growl seemed more out of frustration than anger. "WHAT - IS - YOUR - PROBLEM!" She shouted, pausing between each word.

"THERE - IS - A - CRAZY - REDHEAD - SHAKING - ME!" I shouted back, trying to make her stop.

THUD!

I fell with a thud when Audra finally let go of me.

"You think I regret last night?" She asked, staring at me intensely.

Still confused, I nodded in response to her question.

"Then answer me," Audra said, stepping on my chest. "Why did you do so many nice things for me?"

…

"Uhhh, because it was the right thing to do?" I replied, unsure of where this conversation was going.

Audra gave a slight sarcastic smile, shaking her head, but without taking her foot off my chest, she continued to ask.

"Did you do all this as part of an elaborate scheme to get me into bed last night? Or are you regretting what we did last night?" The last question had a heavier tone than the first.

"No to both!" I replied promptly.

Audra smiled in relief and removed her foot from my chest, extending her hand to me. Thinking she was trying to help me up, I tried to grab her hand, but she ignored it and grabbed my shirt again, lifting me off the ground as if I were made of paper. She stared into my eyes with a seductive smile and gave me a deep kiss.

My heart pounded like a drum in my chest when Audra's lips met mine, her touch sending an electric shock through my body.

When she pulled away, she brought her lips close to my ear and whispered.

"The next time you sleep with a woman, let her wake up in your arms," Audra said, putting me down.

"But I made breakfast," I responded in a whiny tone.

"Then you better bring her breakfast in bed," Audra said, sitting at the table. "Not all women are as understanding as I am."

{{I agree with the crazy barbarian MILF,}} Church said in my ear.

"Says the guy who dated Texas," I whispered back.

"Did you say something?"

"No, nothing," I quickly responded, being placed on the ground with my shirt all stretched out.

With a lighter mood, we continued breakfast. Audra asked where we were going today, but I told her I'd spend the day at the Belladonna house to make up for my unannounced absence.

After we finished eating, Audra stopped me from washing the dishes, saying I had already done more than enough. Since she seemed happy and relaxed, I decided not to insist and went on my way.

But before leaving the house, Audra called me.

"Hey, come here for a moment," Audra said, pulling me into a tight and warm hug.

'Hehe, breasts,' my primal brain thought as she cuddled me against her chest.

Little did I know it wasn't that kind of hug.

"You are a wonderful boy, Jaune. Stop putting yourself down."

Her words touched something deep inside me, stirring a mixture of emotions: gratitude, melancholy, surprise, and a hint of doubt.

I've always been my harshest critic, constantly questioning my abilities. But those simple words from Audra had the power to shake the foundations of my insecurities.

"I-I… I don't know what to say," I stammered, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and appreciation.

"You don't need to say anything," she replied, her lips curling into a gentle smile.

Her words were like a balm for my soul, soothing the pain of my self-deprecating thoughts. I pulled her closer, savoring the comfort of her embrace.

"Thank you, Audra," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.

After a moment, I reluctantly separated from her, the warmth of her hug lingering on my skin. As I walked toward the door, I couldn't help but smile.

Stepping out into the fresh morning air, I took a deep breath, feeling rejuvenated and invigorated. The world seemed brighter, more vibrant, as if the sun shone just for me.

With newfound determination, I headed towards the Belladonna house, ready to face the day with a positive attitude.

"Nothing can spoil this wonderful day."

[Audra Taurus]​

As soon as Jaune went on his way, I decided to sleep a little more. After all, I wouldn't need to protect him today, and I could wash the dishes later.

"That kid wore me out yesterday," I grumbled, walking with my legs still a bit shaky from the action I hadn't had in a long time. "Hard to believe he was a virgin."

Slowly, I walked back to the room Jaune had cleaned earlier, which now looked like a war zone. Sheets and pillows were scattered everywhere, and two bed legs were broken. To level it, I broke the other two before lying down.

"One day, he'll make some girl very happy," I whispered, lying alone in the bed.

For some reason, that thought dampened my good mood, but since I was still tired from the night's activities, I stopped thinking about it and relaxed, feeling sleep take over.

"I know I was just a casual fling for him, but maybe he'll marry someone less selfish," I murmured, already with heavy eyelids. "Maybe someone willing to…" I couldn't finish speaking as sleep finally took hold.

Completely relaxed, I had one of the deepest naps of my life, a sleep that rejuvenated both body and mind.

CRASH!

Until a loud noise suddenly woke me from my glorious restorative sleep.

"I'm going to kill someone today," I growled, getting up.

The noise came from the window being shattered.

I quickly got up, a bit groggy from sleep. My heart pounded frantically in my chest as I sat up in bed, adrenaline coursing through my veins, my blood boiling like a scorching river fueling my fury.

"Why does this nonsense happen when I finally get laid?"

Barefoot, I stepped onto the cold wooden floor and left the bedroom, searching the living room for the source of the noise.

That's when I saw them. Three hooded figures, wearing white Grimm masks that concealed their faces.

'White Fang?' I wondered internally.

I took a deep breath, calming my racing heart, my survival instincts and years of experience as a huntress taking over.

With a quick move, I grabbed a cracked mallet from the wall and charged it with my semblance, making it heavier before throwing it at the nearest invader.

The weapon flew straight until it collided with the invader's back, making a blue force field flicker as the man fell forward, stunned and gasping.

The other two looked at their fallen comrade in surprise. Taking advantage of their distraction, I turned to the nearest wall, looking for more resources to arm myself.

My house was decorated with loot from old enemies. I never bothered to maintain these items; after all, they were just trophies, and most had been damaged during battles.

With a dull hand axe in my right hand and a stained shield in my left, I charged, slamming the shield into one of the remaining invaders.

KLANG!

I hit the target's back, sending him flying a few meters and crashing face-first into the wall with a thud.

POF!

As he fell to the ground, a green aura flickered.

"Well, well, what do three little awakened-aura Fang brats want in my house?" I asked sarcastically.

"You traitorous bitch!" The last one standing, a woman with a high-pitched voice, shouted. "You were a symbol of faunus strength, only to ignore your own race when the fight got tough," she said indignantly. "Now you lie down like any cow for the first rich human who comes along?"

"Listen here, you brat," I said, addressing the only female invader. "I don't owe any explanations to a useful idiot."

"You old cow," the young woman growled. "How much did you get to let that disgusting human soften your second-rate flesh?"

A vein popped on my forehead. Fury and hatred boiled in my stomach with an intensity I hadn't felt in years.

I started huffing heavily, as if trapped in a low-oxygen room. My vision turned blood-red as I lost control over my reason.

CRACK!

The floor creaked and cracked under my weight, increased by my activated semblance. Although fighting with extra weight was harder and more tiring, I could put that weight behind my blows, causing much more damage.

The terrorist in front of me gulped, taking a step back as she heard the floor groan from my weight adjustment.

The funniest part was that all this rage wasn't because of the insults to me.

"GRAAAWWRRRR!" I roared, leaping at her.

But because of what she said about that goofball with a heart of gold.

My target tried to turn and run, but I landed a precise kick to her ribs, making the invader double over and fly into the wall where her partner had crashed. Unlike her partner, she didn't fall to the ground. I slammed into her with my shield in a tackle so strong we crashed through the wall together.

CRAAASSSSHHH!

"Argh!" She groaned, spitting blood.

Despite the impact, I didn't slow down. I kept the momentum to prevent her body from detaching from the shield.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!" I roared, accelerating.

"Please, no," she whimpered, begging.

In my fury, I could hear what was happening around me, and with a great effort, I could calm down and spare her.

But I didn't want to spare her. I wanted to teach this brat a lesson in respect.

Using my semblance, I increased my body weight even more and collided with another wall with three times the previous impact force.

CRAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHH!

When the sunlight touched my skin, I realized I was outside my house. I slowed my charge and looked at my victim. The invader lay on the ground, groaning in pain as her aura shattered.

From inside the house, the other two invaders came out, and when they noticed their ally on the ground, they were wide-eyed.

Still in a fury and with the extra weight from my semblance, I charged at them, roaring.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

I beat the two with my dull axe until their auras shattered.

Even though the fight was quick, I was exhausted and panting. Fighting with my semblance increasing my weight allowed me to overpower any opponent in short fights, but the fatigue felt like I had run a marathon for hours.

With the three Fang invaders at my feet, my blood started to cool as my heavy breathing helped me recover my strength.

As I tried to catch my breath and gather my thoughts, a high-pitched whistling sound cut through the air. I quickly raised the old shield and blocked an arrow. I looked in the direction of the arrow and saw a hooded Fang agent aiming a crossbow at me.

Focused on the shooter, I didn't notice a small sphere rolling on the ground until it touched my foot.

"What the-"

BOOM!

The sphere exploded with a muffled bang, and dense smoke quickly spread through the area.

My eyes burned, and my vision blurred. I covered my mouth and nose with my hand, trying to avoid inhaling the smoke, but the substance was potent, and since I was panting initially, I inhaled a large amount of it. My legs wobbled, and I had to lean against the wall's rubble to stay upright.

"Damn it…" I murmured, struggling to stay conscious. It was as if my thoughts were dissipating with the smoke.

'Fast-acting agent poison?' I wondered.

Two figures emerged from the fog, bathed in the evening light: a man with bat wings and a woman with white hair.

[Image / Not mine]

"Such a shame that someone so strong has such an obvious weakness as this physical exhaustion caused by the continuous use of her semblance," said the faunus with spider-gray veins connecting her chest to her wrist. "Just irritate you a little, and you defeat yourself."

"But your strength is undeniable; you deserve your reputation," said the bat-winged faunus sarcastically. "And it's no use calling for help, the streets are empty, all the civilians are at Jaune Arc's trial."

The voices sounded distant and distorted, as if coming from a dream or nightmare. I tried to identify the direction, but my head was spinning, and my legs gave way, causing me to fall to the ground.

"I... I... will... break…" I murmured, my voice a weak whisper.

I tried to get up, but my body wouldn't respond. Whatever was in that dense smoke was defeating me; each breath seemed to steal more of my strength.

A strong hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back to reality. I was too weak to fight, but the need to resist still burned inside me. I tried to struggle, but it was useless. They lifted me easily, and I felt the world spin around me.

"She won't last much longer," the woman said disdainfully. "Let's take her."

The last thing I saw before everything went dark was the shadow of a cruel smile under the white mask. And then, darkness enveloped me completely.

[ORIGINAL POV]​

The morning sun greeted me with a warm embrace, casting a golden glow over my face as I stretched, feeling a sense of happiness wash over me.

'Today is going to be a great day, I feel it in my bones.'

Walking through the streets of Kuo Kuana, I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. Everything seemed so full of energy, a symphony of sights, sounds, and smells that filled me with a refreshing sense of life.

I took a deep breath, savoring the vibrant atmosphere. I was so lost in my thoughts, enjoying the lively environment, that I didn't notice the strange looks I was receiving from people around me. At first, I dismissed it as my imagination. But as I kept walking, the stares grew more intense, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"Is it just me, or is everyone pissed at me?" I murmured quietly.

{{You might be right,}} Church commented worriedly in my ear. {{Just in case, I'll wake up the boozy Half-Maiden. Until she gets there, don't do anything stupid.}}

I stopped and took out my scroll to check myself in the selfie camera. My face was clean, my hair as messy as always, and I was wearing my usual Huntsman outfit.

'There's nothing unusual about my appearance,' I thought to myself. 'So why are people looking at me like I'm some kind of criminal?'

Shaking off the discomfort, I decided to ignore them and continue on my way. But as I walked, I noticed people whispering behind their hands and pointing at me. Some even crossed the street to avoid me.

Seeing the negative reactions to my presence, I started to feel nervous as a pit formed in my stomach.

I tried approaching a few people to ask what was wrong, but they just gave me vague answers or ignored me completely. The situation was becoming increasingly bizarre, leaving me more and more confused.

As I passed by a group of young faunus students, their laughter and chatter abruptly stopped when they saw me. They looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, then quickly moved away.

I was mortified.

'What did I do to make them hate me?' I questioned myself internally. 'Not even on my first day did they avoid me like this.'

Growing more uncomfortable with the situation, I decided to run towards the Belladonna household.

In a few minutes, I arrived at the front of the house, but as soon as the guards spotted me, they pointed their spears in my direction.

"HALT!" one of them shouted. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, glaring at me furiously.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused. "I'm Jaune Arc, the human who's been staying here…" Before I could finish my explanation, I was cut off by a shout from behind me.

"STOP RIGHT THERE, HUMAN!" an angry voice yelled at me.

Surprised by the shout, I turned around only to face four guards in armor with lasguns pointed at me. From the side lighting of the guns, they were all powered on and ready to fire, something only possible if a non-White Fang member was using the weapon.

"HANDS UP, OR WE SHOOT!" the same faunus from before shouted, aiming his lasgun at me.

I raised my hands, both confused and irritated. Being arrested is already bad enough, but being arrested without knowing why, by a militia I armed myself, is unbelievably frustrating.

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E ai gurizada?

Let's go straight to the comments.

JohSis:
Congrats on pushing out another banger of a chapter, and for having what seems like your very first plagiarizer on FFNet by - - - -, who has 1-1 copied the 1st chapter of this story.
Avip:
I saw this, thanks for the headsup.

Zech1994:
Yellow smile? Is it from the drink?
AVip:
This one escaped the revision.
In Brazil, the expression yellow smile means something like discomfort. The logic is that in a situation, a person is uncomfortable or outside his usual environment, they can smile forcibly, trying to relieve their discomfort

SlimeDK:
Who never wanted to sleep with their enemy's hot mother.
Avip:
Best comment.

Purgator:
It's from Kim Possible! Dr Draken's truth ray! (I cheated and looked it up)
Avip:
Yep, look kind of op on the original show. So in the chapter Jaune made a nerfed one, to spend less Aura with.

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[SMUT OMAKE]

[AVIP:Unlike usual, I wrote this part in third person.]​

Spoiler: SMUT

Audra's eyes glowed with primal hunger as she pressed Jaune against the wall. Her strong hands held her shoulders. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his ear, and whispered.

"Thank you, Jaune." Thanked Audra smiling. "I need this."

Jaune's heart raced, but he held his ground despite being manipulated like a doll. However, the reincarnated young man gasped when Audra's hands slid down his chest, deftly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Someone's been working hard on that pec." Audra growls in a hungry tone.

Quickly, she lifts the shirtless young man off the floor and carries him to the room on her shoulder like a sack of rice. Then she throws him on the bed with force.

A little stunned by the way he's being treated, Jaune looks ahead to get his bearings and his jaw drops to the floor when Audra rips off her white blouse and skirt. Her big breasts, glistening with sweat and pussy, were on display. Jaune swallows hard, admiring the scene as if it were a work of art.

"Do you like what you see, little calf?" Audra asked in a sultry voice. Jaune nodded, unable to hide his desire.

Wasting no time, Audra straddled Jaune, rubbing her wet pussy on his cock, making them both moan. Jaune got even harder, the head of his cock glistening with the redhead's juices. Audra leaned forward, her nipples brushing against Jaune's chest, and whispered lasciviously.

"Do you feel how wet I am?" She asked with a voice promising pleasure.

Jaune nodded, eyes fixed on hers, breathing raggedly.

Instinctively he reached out to cup her breasts, pinching her hard nipples. Audra responded by moaning loudly, encouraging the young man to explore her tanned body more.

"Are you ready for me?" Audra purred.

She grabbed Jaune's arms, keeping him pinned in place. She positioned herself over him, with the entrance to her vagina hovering above his erect penis.

"Best suspension ever." Said Jaune celebrating being sent out of Beacon for 2 weeks.

"Now let me get what I want." Demanded Audra with feral determination, she sat on Jaune's cock.

SPLAT!

They both moaned loudly. Her eyes widened with pleasure, as the milf's flooded pussy squeezed the blonde knight's cock as it throbbed hot and hard inside her.

"Oh my God, Audra." Jaune groaned. "You are incredible."

Audra, smiling triumphantly, bent down and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you Jaune." She said with a caring tone. "But we're just getting started."

At a frantic pace, Audra began slamming her ass onto Jaune's dick, bouncing on his pelvis with enough force to crack concrete.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Audra's eyes were fixed on Jaune as she rode him intensely. She smiled, daring him to join her.

"Are you going to lie down and just enjoy the calf rodeo?"

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

In response, Jaune grabbed Audra's waist and thrust upwards, trying hard to keep up with the red-haired barbarian's movements.

"Come on, you can do it!" Audra exclaimed provocatively, smiling at the young man's efforts.

Angered, Jaune attacked harder, penetrating deeper, making Audra moan in a specific way.

"MOOOOOOOOOOO!" Audra mooed in happiness as clear liquid ran down her legs and her pussy spasmed trying to milk Jaune's dick.

Jaune stopped moving, surprised. He thought he had hurt her, but the way her vagina was clenching around his cock and how wet she was made it clear that...

"Did you come first?" Jaune smiled.

"We're having sex, Jaune." Audra muttered embarrassedly. "That's one of the goals."

"You came first and moaned like a cow." Jaune laughed jovially.

Enraged, Audra frowned for a second, but her mood brightened with an evil plan that appeared in her mind, causing her to then open a sadistic smile on her lips.

"Ooooh man! Did I fucked up?" Jaune asked in a worried tone.

"You have no idea, brat," Audra whispered threateningly.

Without removing his penis, Audra lifted one of his legs and placed it on her shoulder, only to do the same with the other leg. With an evil smile, she assumes a dominant position on top of Jaune, the Amazon.

With Jaune's legs locked on her shoulder, Audra leaned forward and grabbed Jaune's arms with her hands.

"Hope you're ready for the vacuano rodeo, my little calf." Audra said licking her lips.

…

"I'm so scaroused." Jaune said terrified and excited.

She began to move with a new intensity.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Each thrust was powerful, as if she wanted to break him.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding and moans. Audra's pussy clenched and sucked on Jaune's cock with each movement.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Jaune tried to hold her hips, trying to keep up. But his arms were trapped by Audra and in her position she was the one setting the pace, pumping and puffing on top of him.

"Do you like this, my calf?" Audra teased. "Am I hurting you? Or can you handle it?"

Sweat dripped from the young man's forehead, his heart was beating fast. But even so, he looked the red-haired barbarian in the eyes and dared to challenge her.

"Do your worst you bitch in heat." Replied Jaune in an arrogant tone.

Because of her speech, Jaune expected that he would irritate her and not that she would smile, with her eyes shining.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

She increased her pace, her movements becoming even wilder. Her moans grew louder, her body shaking with each thrust. For Jaune, it was a blur of sensations as the legs of the bed thirsted over the intensity of their fucking.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

"That's right, my calf." Audra whispered, imposing herself even more on top of him, with an authoritative voice. "I may be the cow, but you're the one who's going to give me your milk."

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Finally, Jaune knew he couldn't take it anymore. His body shook as he surrendered to the pleasure, the orgasm overwhelming him.

"THE FUCK!" He shouted, voice hoarse with intensity.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Audra also felt waves of pleasure, her body shaking with each spasm. She moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the room, a testament to the power of the sexual act.

SPLAAAAAT!

"MOOOOOOO!" She mooed again, feeling the hot liquid filling her.

Then Audra fell on top of Jaune's body, both of them panting.

"That was FUCKING GREAT!" Shouted Jaune celebrating. "We need to do it again sometime."

Audra laughs at Jaune's behavior as she grabs the young man by the balls making him moan loudly.

"Who said it's over my little human calf?"

 

[Sam963]

Fuck I hate misunderstandings hope this gets wrapped up quick

 

[Senior White]

Who would have guessed that the animals turn out to be ungrateful and decide to bite the hand that feeds.
Well let's how the white fang becomes a more hated group than SDC to other Fanus,
If i were J man I would just leave and decide to banlist and stop dealing with Menagerie and leave it to be the zoo it was meant to be.

 

[Avip_br]

I'm setting the stage for the final Menagerie shenanigans.

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[ORIGINAL POV]​

Sitting in the communal cell, a.k.a. the only cell on the entire island, I am left alone by the other criminals who share it with me.

When I arrived, a big, fat guy with a pig's nose came up to me with all that talk about being the big guy in prison and how he was going to make me his bitch. I could have dealt with him without any problem, but it was more fun to offer cigarettes and beer to the other prisoners who beat him.

The guy almost died.

I felt so sorry that I cured him using a senzu bean and now he acts as my bodyguard.

'In prison you don't fuck with people who can conjure up cigarettes and drinks.' I thought to myself enjoying the silence.

…

Until I get bored within 10 minutes.

'Waiting for this trial without doing anything is a pain... to pass it I could create a television and watch some anime -.'

"Attention ladies!" Exclaims a female voice entering the cell room. "I need to talk to the blonde human, so the rest of the trash goes to the back of the room."

The prisoners got up and moved around, grumbling and complaining while I stared in surprise at who had entered.

"Did you miss me boss?" Asked Amber in her original appearance, but dressed as a guard and with a fake fox tail on her back.

I approached the cell door smiling and answered.

"My longing for you must have been less intense than your hangover."

In response, Amber hissed as if I had touched an open wound.

"Fuck you, bratt." She grumbled pretending to be offended. "But seriously now, why haven't you left yet?"

"I think I can use this judgment to my advantage." I responded in a whisper so that the other prisoners couldn't hear me.

"What are you talking about brat?" Amber asked, also whispering.

"I know I'm innocent and I didn't do anything wrong."

"If half of what Church told me is true, Audra would agree that you did a lot of rights."

"A gentleman does not boast of his achievements." I responded in a sophisticated tone

"Oh Damn." Amber swore. "You really are Port's student."

"If I prove my innocence in this trial in front of everyone, I will improve Menagerie's human-faunus relations."

"And take credibility away from White Fang." Added Audra.

"White fang?" I questioned confused.

"Don't you know why you were arrested?" Amber asked suspiciously.

…

"I knew I was forgetting something."

BANG!

A metallic thud echoed through the room.

"How are you, boss?" asked the pig Faunus.

"Relax, the jailer just slipped and hit her forehead on the cell."

Amber sighs tiredly, but immediately looks up with an irritated expression.

"Whatever the accusation is, it must have to do with the White Fang attack on your jet." Amber said in a didactic tone.

Confused, I stared at the dark-skinned woman with a raised eyebrow.

"They tried to break in, but the new guy managed to deal with them alone."

"You didn't help?"

"I was having the biggest hangover of my life while an old hillbilly robot was beating up terrorists to the sound of an accordion and shouting 'Yeehaw' every 2 minutes!"

…

"That couldn't have been good for your headache." I commented in solidarity.

In response Amber glared at me furiously with a bulging vein pulsing on her forehead.

"Another thing." Amber said in a calmer and more serious tone. "Before I came here, I stopped by Audra's house… and I think she was kidnapped or something worse."

A knot formed in the pit of my stomach as a chill ran down my spine.

"Huh?" I questioned feeling bad on the stomach.

"Three walls of her house were destroyed, signs of struggle everywhere, weapons scattered across the floor." Amber said, pausing so I could digest the news. "I followed their trail to the entrance of a cave, but I came looking for you when I heard the local guards celebrating your arrest."

"Is she alive?"

Amber swallows hard before answering my question, as if she's gathering up the courage to answer me.

"I don't want to give you false hope, but I doubt they bothered attacking her in her own home just to kill her."

"I understand." I respond in a low whisper. "Can you rescue her?"

"Not without blowing my cover and drawing negative attention to you."

Without thinking twice I invoke my power.

Multiverse Crafting System
What would you like to do?
Magic: 75.287 Points
Aura: 100%​

"Jaune, what are you staring at?"

Focused on the task, I ignore Amber and give the mental command to do the items.

'Three level 5 caster invisibility potions, 2 beans of the gods and a scouter similar to mine.'

Multiverse Crafting System
This will cost 3,500 Magic Points.
Magic: 75.287 Points
Aura: 100%​

The golden mist manifests creating the items in my hands. I was so flustered and rushed that I didn't even notice that I was able to create more than one item at once.

"The beans are to heal Audra and you if you need to, these invisibility potions-."

"Invisibility?" Amber asks, cutting me off.

"Don't interrupt me!" I complained. "Invisibility only lasts 5 minutes and if you attack someone the effect ends automatically."

"How specific."

"Scouter is for you to have better contact with Church, if you need anything He'll send the robots to help you or come and tell me that you're in danger."

Amber gives me a warm smile and a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't worry, I'll bring her back." She assures me in a sincere tone.

Not knowing how to respond, I just breathed a sigh of relief, as if I had been holding my breath since she started speaking.

Still disguised as a guard, Amber leaves the room carrying with her the items I gave her.

'Good luck Amber.' I think silently.

"Were you nailing the jailer before coming to jail, boss?" Asks the pig-nosed faunus. "Respect."

"Shut up Pumbaa!" I grumbled angrily at him.

"How do you know my name?" Pumbaa asked in disbelief.

…

"Serious?"

The rotund man nods his head, leaving me stunned for a few seconds.

"You know what…fuck it!" I declared with my patience exhausted. "Who wants to see a movie?"

[Sienna Khan]​

"You crossed the line, Sienna!" Roared Chieftain Belladonna, his voice filled with a fury he hadn't shown in a long time. "We agreed that the White Fang would not interfere with Jaune Arc's capture."

"Exactly." I replied, maintaining my formal posture in front of the Belladonna house. "And that's why he was captured by Kuo Kuana's guard, not my agents."

"And since when does the guard obey your orders?" He questioned, his indignation was palpable. "Much less to learn from someone in front of my own home."

A sadistic smile spread across my face as I prepared to rub the truth in his face.

"Ever since our Chieftain invited an aggressive and dangerous human to walk on our precious island sanctuary."

Ghira's eyes widened in shock at my statement, but as soon as he recovered, he fixed me with an intense gaze.

"Grrr." He growls frustratedly in my direction.

It's really amazing how things have suddenly changed. Less than 48 hours ago, I was consumed by the enigma that was Jaune Arc. I never doubted that the human was a threat to the White Fang cause, the problem was that he was as cunning as he was dangerous.

According to Ilia, he was mapping the island and cataloging our natural resources, surely paving the way for future Atlas colonizers who would enslave us with the help of the SDC.

The problem was that the girl had no concrete proof, not even an ally who had seen the maps firsthand with her. And to make matters worse, the foolish young woman acted prematurely and attempted to murder the human. If this story were to leak, it would be used by our enemies as a propaganda vehicle, solidifying the narrative that the White Fang is just a bloodthirsty terrorist organization that murders innocent humans whose only crime was to have healed the wounded and fed orphans.

However, the young man made a mistake. In an altercation with a group of hunters, Jaune Arc murdered a faunus and left nine injured.

According to the testimonies, it was a dispute over prey between the human and the faunus hunters involved. The human had started the conflict by shooting at the unarmed hunters, seriously wounding them and breaking their legs and arms, only to then leave them to die in the Menagerie desert resulting in the death of one of them.

Although I wasn't happy with the amount of injured Faunus, the timing couldn't have been better. The human's reputation was growing too fast, but with this incident and my agents spreading the news to everyone on the island, the evil was nipped in the bud, and we could finally expel him from Menagerie and, with the help of public opinion, perhaps even banish the presence of any humans.

"Where was he taken?" Chieftain asks, already out of patience.

Containing my joy at his stress, I make a small bow and turn around speaking.

"Please follow me." I speak with a polite and respectful tone.

The walk was more pleasant than I dare admit out loud with the population gossiping about the impounded human.

"Did you know what the human did?"

"One dead and nine hunters hospitalized, this way many families will go hungry."

"I heard he was staying at the Chieftain's house, why would he need the bushmeat? What a selfish human."

"And to think he almost tricked us, pretended to be a good person doing charity work at the orphanage."

"It seems he beat up the hunters to show that he was superior to all faunus."

"He broke their legs and left them to die in the desert. It's a miracle that so many are alive."

"I bet hunting wasn't even in his interest, he just wanted to torture them."

"Give him to me! I can fix him, you don't know him like I do."

"It's a good thing he was arrested before he did anything to the children at the orphanage."

Ghira huffs angrily, every second he becomes more frustrated with the gossip.

"I see that your lies have already spread like flames in dry leaves." Said the Chieftain irritated.

"The only thing that White Fang agents spread was the fact that a human attacked innocent faunus, I have no control over what people invented based on the truth. Not even you, venerable Chieftain, have that control."

In a few minutes of walking we reached a large wooden building of the guard barracks, the second largest building on the island, second only in size to the Belladonna mansion.

As crime is low in Menagerie we do not have an entire building dedicated to the incarceration of individuals, however in the guard barracks we have a large community cell housing the few faunus who have broken the law of our island.

"What is this silence?" Ghira mutters in confusion.

I was so intoxicated by my good mood regarding the human situation that I didn't notice the strange silence as soon as we entered the barracks.

"And where are the guards?" He continued questioning the Chieftain.

My eyes widen in shock when I stop to look around and see that he's right. The tables were empty and the courtyard where the recruits trained was also deserted.

"But where is-." I tried to ask only to be cut off.

"Silence!" The Chieftain said pointing to the door of the community cell which was ajar.

We walked silently towards the door, as we got closer a noise became audible.

"It sounds like melancholy music and… people crying?" I questioned out loud.

Upon entering the anteroom of the community cell we are faced with a strange scene.

"Impossible." I murmur in shock.

The inmates and guards were inside the communal cell, sitting in the dark crying and looking at a 100-inch television.

{You must continue to grow, and eventually you will lend your aid by becoming the next hashira.} Said a jovial voice coming from the television.

It was a cartoon, and one of the characters was dying.

{I believe in each and every one of you.}

At the last line and the image of the character's mother, everyone in the cell began to cry loudly.

As unusual as the situation was, my blood boiled when I noticed among the prisoners a clump of blonde hair belonging to a human holding a large bucket of popcorn.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" I screamed furiously.

The prisoners and soldiers were startled and looked in our direction, when the guards finally realized that the Chieftain and the leader of the White Fang were present they quickly stood up to salute us.

As soon as they lined up they started with the excuses, that they were just making sure that the content the inmates were consuming was not dangerous or inappropriate.

Behind me, the Chieftain laughed as if this absurdity was expected.

"This is a cell, not a cinema." I complain, pointing my finger in the direction of the human watching us while eating popcorn. "And where did you get that television?"

The human looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

[Image]

"What television?" He asked feigning ignorance.

"Don't act like an idiot! I am-." As soon as I turn around pointing at the monstrous screen, I notice that it has disappeared. "Where did it go?"

The prisoners on the human side began to laugh quietly as if they were naughty children, mocking my confusion.

"But of course the scum of faunus society would co-opt with this human-trash." A hand placed on my shoulder stops me mid-rant.

"Calm down Sienna, he didn't commit any crime." Said the Chieftain

"What are you talking about?" I complain more angrily. "The human brought contraband into a cell."

"It's not contraband, it's his Semblance." Says the Chieftain in a calm tone. "He had mentioned it to me at my house." The chieftain explains patiently. "That's why the television disappeared, his Aura reserves must already be exhausted. "

As soon as he finishes his explanation we turn to the human eating popcorn as if we weren't talking about him.

"Where did he get the food?" I asked, looking at the human.

He gives a wicked grimm and respond.

"Smuggling contraband." He responds laughing.

SLAP!

The sound of the Chieftain's facepalm was so loud that it echoed throughout the barracks.

'I think this human is less cunning than I had theorized.' I think to myself.

[Audra Taurus]​

"Hmmm." I groan in pain as my consciousness returns.

All I want is to go back to sleep so I don't have to deal with this weird headache weighing on my mind.

"Good morning sunshine." But an annoying voice forces me to wake up. "It's actually night, but that doesn't matter now."

Giving up on going back to sleep, I remember the invasion of my house, the fight against members of the Fang

"Where am I?" I mumble with my vision blurry. "Who are you?" I ask the figure of a dark-skinned woman in front of me.

In response she laughs, touching something on her wrist, although my vision has not returned to 100%, the tone of her skin becomes lighter. I realize that Boudicca Nikos is in front of me.

"The boss asked me to come get his Muscle Mommy."

I let the comment slide because I am too groggy to respond at the time.

As soon as my vision opens I notice that I am inside a cell in an underground cave.

I try to get up, but I feel a stab of pain in my leg that stops me. The pain in my leg was unbearable, pulsing like a hammer with every beat of my heart.

"Everything okay there?" Nikos asks, kneeling next to me.

"My leg." I spoke through clenched teeth, holding back the pain. "My femur dislocated from my hip."

"Damn." Amber commented, whistling at the damage. "They really beat you up."

"No." I grumbled angrily. "They used some drug to put me out, and dislocated my leg while I was sleeping."

"Why would they do something like that?" Nikos asked, wide-eyed.

"To make it easier to deal with me as a prisoner." I responded in a cold tone drenched in hate. "When I regained my Aura while sleeping the bone healed in the wrong place, making it almost impossible to put it back into place without help."

"Damn, that's why they didn't bother cuffing you." The human commented, understanding the situation. "I have one of Jaune's beans, it will heal you instantly."

"Wait!" I exclaimed, stopping her. "The bone has already healed 'wrong', if I eat this thing there is a chance it will make the situation worse."

"What do you want to do then?"

I looked at Boudicca with anger and determination.

"Do you know how to put a bone back in place?"

The human hesitated for a moment, her eyes traveling over her injured leg.

"I've done it a few times in the field, but it was usually for simpler injuries." Boudicca explained uncertainly. "Your case is more complex, because it took time to 'heal wrong'."

'If Nikos did something wrong, it could cause irreparable damage.' I thought silently. 'But we have no other option. If you wanted to escape, you needed to be in a condition to fight.'

"Do what you can." I growled, clenching my teeth. "But be quick."

Nikos nodded with a serious look. She examined the leg carefully, looking for the best angle to apply the force. When she started touching my leg I closed my eyes tightly, preparing myself for the pain that was to come.

With a quick, precise movement, Nikos grabbed my leg and with one pull, forced the bone to realign. A whisper escaped my lips in response.

"Shit!"

Sweat ran down my face, mixing with the tears that insisted on falling.

The pain was unbearable, but I ignored it, focusing on staying calm.

After a few seconds of agony, the pain began to subside. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my leg. It seemed to be in the right place, but the pain was still intense.

"Did you do it?" I asked in a hoarse voice.

Nikos nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Yes, it is in place. But it will hurt for a while if you don't eat the bean."

I took the bean without question, I had already seen their miraculous properties working with Almshouse people, so there was no reason not to eat it.

GULP!

Instantly, as if by magic, I am healed. Besides my leg, the headache and my sore muscles were 100% healed.

"Now just find an ax and return the favor by breaking all these crazy idiots' legs." I declared irritated.

But before I could take a step, Boudicca stepped up with both hands raised, stopping me.

"Not that I'm against revenge on whoever disabled you. And trust me, I understand a lot about that." She said in a cold tone filled with remorse. "Right now Jaune Arc is under arrest or probably on trial."

My eyes immediately widened, I quickly grabbed Nikos by the shoulders, pressing my fingers into the flesh of her shoulders.

"Repeat." I spoke in a dry and harsh tone.

Amber sighed tiredly, but answered me quickly.

"Jaune was arrested as soon as he left your house, right now he should be on trial."

All the anger within me towards the White Fang evaporated and was replaced by a feeling of urgency.

"Do you have a plan to get us out of here quickly?"

Giving a slutty smile, Amber pulls out two vials with black liquid inside them.

"Let's just say Jaune is capable of planning...sometimes." Amber says with an shy laugh.

As soon as she stops laughing, she drinks the strange liquid and her body begins to dissolve into thin air.

[Ghira Belladonna]​

It was obvious that the situation Jaune found himself in was nothing more than a plan devised by deluded members of the White Fang.

Isn't it a simple coincidence that when the boy was finally gaining notoriety among the faunus he attacked innocent hunters? For desert game meat on top of that?

'By the Gods, the boy distributes food among the inhabitants of the Almshouse. He clearly doesn't need to hunt lizards in a Grimm-infested desert to survive.' I think silently to myself.

And now I'm sitting here at a table as a judge in a makeshift courtroom to judge the first human to commit a 'crime' in Menagerie.

Sienna, of course, volunteered to be the prosecutor for the trial. Firstly, I didn't want to let someone who actively fights against humans participate in this trial. But the popular outcry spoke loudly when Sienna was applauded by the population for her search for justice against the 'terrible' human, in the end I had to give in and she took the job.

However, as a compromise, I handpicked the jury, ten sensible citizens who had not been directly helped by Jaune Arc, this way Sienna could not claim that the human had bought his freedom with bribes.

Now, for Jaune's defense I imagined that Audra would play the role of lawyer, but apparently no one could find her.

Fortunately for the young man, Mrs. Kouka Brasa, the elderly turtle faunus who takes care of the Almshouse, was willing to defend the boy.

[Image]

"Can we start?" Questioned Sienna impatiently.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself to speak loudly and with authority to begin the trial.

"Today we will try the defendant Jaune Arc, accused of murdering an innocent faunus and assaulting nine others. This court promises to seek the truth impartially, regardless of any prejudice or external pressure."

Jaune Arc, standing, raises his head and fixes his eyes on me. His gaze is firm, but not arrogant.

"How does the defendant plead?" I ask the human.

"Not guilty, your honor." Jaune responds, his voice clear and without hesitation.

I give a slight nod, acknowledging his statement. I know it's impossible for Arc to have beaten these faunus without good reason, but my personal beliefs should not interfere with due process. I need to remain impartial, guided only by the facts presented.

"I call to testify Mr. Milhouse Pettigrew." Says Sienna in an authoritative voice.

This individual was the only one of the supposedly attacked faunus who was still able to move. A pale, dry face draws attention as he stands up from the audience sitting at the back of the room. He is a thin man whose animal trait was a hairless tail, similar to that of a rat or possum. His red and swollen eyes brimmed with tears that ran down his thin face.

With his voice cracking with emotion, Milhouse raised a trembling hand, pointing at Jaune, who was watching him with a serene and unshakable expression.

"This… this human monster!" He exclaimed, his voice filled with resentment and pain. "He attacked us without mercy! He beat me to the ground, stepping on my face, as if I were a Grimm who deserved to be killed."

Milhouse's words echoed through the room, fueling the anger and outrage of the crowd watching in the back. Whispers and murmurs filled the room, while Sienna Khan watched the scene with a triumphant smile on her lips.

He continued his account, exaggerating every detail, turning a simple confrontation into a brutal aggression. He described how Jaune had struck him ferociously, ignoring his cries of pain and pleas for mercy. Tears ran freely down his face, staining his worn shirt and fueling the audience's commotion.

"H-he… he stole our prey!" Milhouse whimpered, his voice broken with sobs. "How am I going to feed my family? When that monster attacked me and took everything!"

A murmur of indignation passed through the room. Food was a precious commodity in Menagerie, and the idea of a human stealing it from a defenseless faunus would be seen as an act of extreme cruelty. Milhouse took advantage of the moment to fall to his knees.

"Please." He pleaded in my direction, his voice thick with emotion. "Do justice! This human cannot go unpunished for his crimes! He needs to be punished for his atrocities!"

It didn't take discerning eyes to notice the theatricality of the witness's performance. It was clear that his story was embellished with lies and exaggerations. However, he also knew that the mob was thirsty for revenge, and that any attempt to question the faunus' account would be seen as an act of betrayal of their kind.

A buzz of approval went through the room, as Sienna Khan watched the scene with an even wider smile. She had managed to inflame the crowd against Jaune, and now she just needed to wait for the trial to convict the young human to complete her revenge.

Meanwhile, Jaune remained standing, observing everything with the same serene and unshakable expression. He knew he was being framed, that the accusations against him were false and unfounded. But he also knew it was futile to try to defend himself in a court filled with anger and prejudice.

"Now it's the defense's turn." I announce looking at Jaune and Mrs. Brasa.

Strangely enough, Jaune remained calm in silence, even if he was innocent, any normal person in his place would be stressed or at least worried.

'This boy must have nerves of steel.'

With firm steps and a penetrating gaze, Kouka Brasa, the ancient turtle faunus, approaches the witness. Despite her diminutive appearance, her imposing presence silences the crowd, while a faint buzz of curiosity hangs in the air.

"Mr. Pettigrew." Kouka begins, his deep, husky voice echoing through the room. "In your statement, you mentioned being attacked by Jaune Arc in the desert and that he stole your game. Could you detail how this happened?"

Milhouse, still with tears in his eyes and his hairless tail shaking, nodded. He retells the story, describing in vivid detail how Jaune attacked him without warning, stealing his bushmeat and leaving him injured and humiliated.

Kouka listens intently, her keen eyes observing the witness's every movement and expression. Suddenly, she stops the story.

"I notice that you do not specify the type of game you captured."

"E-eh?" He babbles for a second. "What does it matter?"

"I'm just a old lady wanting to know more details." She responds with a friendly smile. "An experienced hunter like you wouldn't have any problems reporting about his hunt to an old woman like me, right?"

Milhouse swallowed hard as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

"O-O-of course it's no problem." He responds stuttering. "Eeeeee…" He drew out the last word, looking around, as if the answer was in the courtroom itself.

Even trying to maintain my impartiality, I end up unintentionally smiling at the witness's stumble in words, now that Milhouse shows the classic signs of a liar who has been discovered. The sweat of nervousness, the stammering of uncertainty, the eyes that wander without looking at anyone directly.

I was waiting for Sienna to show a little apprehension at her witness's nervousness, but she seemed more confused than anxious. As if she herself wasn't understanding what was happening.

'Didn't she orchestrate this whole farce?' I thought in silence.

"DEER!" The witness shouts. "Our group had hunted two deers and three wild boars."

Kouka shakes her head, ruminating on Milhouse's statement for a few seconds before continuing.

"Impressive, this amount of game would give something around 270 kg (600 Pounds) of meat." The elderly woman murmurs, turning to the audience. "I'm not a hunter, but this amount of meat could sustain something like 16 families of four for an entire month, even more if rationed and other ingredients added."

The audience whispers in agreement with the lady's statement while some even go wide-eyed at Milhouse's statement.

"This just adds to the tragedy that has happened on our island." Sienna declares, standing up. "Jaune Arc, in addition to attacking the hunters, directly harmed those who would be fed."

Some in the audience became agitated along with the leader of the White Fang, joining in a chorus of agreement that the human's crime had been more serious than it had been presented. A minority on the other hand were confused by what they were hearing, as if the story wasn't making sense.

"Mr. Pettigrew." Mrs. Brasa says, approaching the witness with a more severe posture and tone. "Your group of hunters were cruelly attacked by the human Jaune Arc and had their hunt, consisting of two deer and three boars stolen by Jaune Arc, right?"

Milhouse had flinched, but he responded by nodding his head, fearing the terrible lady less than 1.5 meters tall (5 feet) questioning him.

"No more questions for this witness, your honor." Kouka declares, smiling serenely.

Despite having only reinforced, or even worsened, Arc's situation, the Elder turtle faunus seemed happy with what she had achieved in her questioning while Sienna Khan was increasingly less confident of her position.

"I think that with this the verdict is already more than obvious." Says Sienna smiling. "We can now talk about the Arc's punishment."

Meanwhile, Jaune Arc remained calm and collected. His steady gaze now seemed more determined than ever, reflecting the confidence of someone who knew his own innocence. He didn't need to say a word, his unshakable silent posture and relaxed smile spoke for itself.

"Actually…" Said the old lady. "I would like to call one last witness."

Sienna stares at her with an arched eyebrow for just a second before placing her eyes on the human next to her.

"Humph." Sienna grumbles. "Call the human to testify if you want, know that I will also question him if you do."

Giving a wicked smile, the faunus lady declares out loud.

"I call to testify, old Ben Kenobi."

'Kenobi?' I question internally. 'That's a name I haven't heard in a long time…'

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ebonknight21:
First I will wonder if Jaune affair this will get misinterpret, one side think he has a thing for Fanus, another that he likes older women, or strong powerful women.
Also I wonder how Blake feel knowing he banged her Aunt figure though I think she or Church telling Adam that Jaune's is his new daddy. Second I can't wait to see the aftermath of Jaune's influence will be built upon I can see Schnee company being force to change polices for the dust and tech advantage.
Adam not liking a human has helped his homeland and people more than he ever did. And with this Jaune will not be a unknown but a widely known figure in certain circles.
Avip:
Hehe, I can't wait to show you what I have in store for this story.

Lazy Servant:
Thanks for the chapter. Sorry for the poor review.
Avip:
That doesn't exist my friend, although I don't respond to all of them, I really appreciate the messages you write to me.

 

[Tobi]

Thanks for the chapter. Damn an entire prison so the demon slayer movie. They must be going through a roller coaster of emotions.

 

[theaceoffire]

Wait, the Force is cannon in Remnant now!?

 

[Avip_br]

Sup bitches, I'm back.

And I haven't moved yet... I hate my life.

[Ilia Amitola]​

My stomach ties into a knot of nervousness and guilt.

The dishonor of trying to kill the human without a decent justification, the betrayal of which I am a part of, lying not only to the faunus of Menagerie but especially to the great leader Khan, makes me sick to my stomach. After all, she knows nothing about the falseness of the accusation or even that we conducted an attack on the human's ship.

The failed attack resulted in a fracture on my left arm, which was now treated and bandaged, but this cobbled-together plan, trying to turn public opinion against the human, is more fragile than my immobilized limb.

The Albain brothers knew that the great leader would not stoop to cowardly tactics like this. So I was asked to stay silent and let that literal and figurative rat, Milhouse Pettigrew, act as the victim.

"Could you introduce yourself, please," said the elderly turtle, acting as Arc's lawyer.

An old man with coyote ears was sitting in the chair to testify. He looked at Mrs. Brasa with a confused expression, as if he didn't understand the purpose of the question.

"I know who you are, but not all young people know you, Ben," said the lawyer, sighing tiredly.

Shrugging, the old gentleman began his presentation.

"My name is Ben Kenobi. I've lived in Menagerie for a long time," the old man said with a bored tone, completely uninterested in the situation. "As long as my knees and back held me, I worked as a hunter and fisherman for the people of this island. I then spent years teaching these skills to several generations of young people to continue feeding the population, until I finally retired when I became blind."

Satisfied with her witness's statement, Kouka gave a serene smile and continued to ask:

"Blind?" she questioned in a forced tone of shock. "But it is clear to everyone present that you are able to see."

Even with forced acting, Kouka was getting the attention of everyone present. Previously, viewers chatted amongst themselves, ignoring what happened when it wasn't Sienna's turn to speak. Others said it was a waste of time and that they should expel the human from the island or even execute him.

But now everyone paid attention in silence.

"Yes, I was blind until a few days ago," Ben replied in a tired and irritated tone. He seemed to understand what was happening, despite finding it unnecessary. "Until this kid came here and cured me."

"OBJECTION!" exclaims Sienna, indignant. "How do we know this wasn't the human's plan from the beginning? Integrate himself with the population only to then take advantage later."

The spectators began to murmur among themselves again, some agreeing with the White Fang leader's question.

PANG! PANG!

The sound of the chieftain's wooden hammer silenced everyone. Maintaining his neutral posture, he turned to Sienna and asked:

"Are you saying that Jaune Arc healed the sick and injured so that he could later beat up a group of hunters and… steal some 'bush meat'?"

Gira's disbelieving tone made Sienna realize the absurdity of her protest.

"What if he's using the population to test these drugs?" questioned Sienna, pointing her finger at Jaune. "Do any of the faunus treated here know the origin of what was given to them?"

With silence as an answer, the White Fang leader smiled victoriously, armed with her new argument.

"So the human used sick faunus as test subjects for his drugs?" questioned Sienna in an outraged tone, turning to the audience. "How much more must our people suffer at the hands of our tormentors so that we can live in peace?"

The spectators began to boo and shout insults in Jaune's direction, but the human remained silent with that stupid smile on his face, as if he had done nothing wrong.

"Because he did nothing wrong…" I whispered quietly, feeling worse.

PANG! PANG!

Once again, the hammer silenced the spectators.

"These are serious accusations, Khan," inferred Ghira in a serious tone.

"I'm not afraid to ask the hard questions," the great leader added, crossing her arms in a sign of superiority.

"He's also not afraid to ask stupid questions," said the elderly man sitting on the witness stand. "And before you interrupt me, let me just say that the kid took the medicine in front of us to prove that they were safe."

Everyone present fell silent, taken by surprise by the response.

"Listen here Siera-."

"Sienna!" exclaimed the leader, irritated.

"Too old to care," Ben replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I know that when something is too good to be true, it can only be shit that will fuck us in the ass later."

PANG! PANG!

"Mister Kenobi!" the chieftain complains, drawing the witness's attention. "There are children in the room."

The old coyote faunus sighed tiredly but continued the story without complaining.

"But this kid is just a softy with a heart of gold," Ben states, pointing at Jaune. "At worst, he must be a rich daddy's boy who wants to help. That just makes him an asshole with good intentions and a lot of time, not a criminal."

Murmurs were present once again throughout the room. This time, the spectators were divided: some thought the human was innocent; others still thought he was guilty.

"And how do you explain the hunters he attacked?" says Sienna, standing up, indignant. "Regardless of his intentions, this does not justify him beating and leaving poor hunters for dead, not to mention the families who will starve because he stole their game."

At Sienna's last statement, Ben smiled.

"That's why I'm here," the old man said in a cold and threatening tone. "Because everything I heard from that kid Pettigrew was a fucking lie."

All the faunus sighed in surprise at the statement but quickly fell silent to hear what he had to say.

"Two deer and three wild boars? In the desert? And on one hunting day?" Kenobi asked with a mocking tone. "This lie would have been more believable if they had said they found rodents, lizards, snakes, and birds. Not to mention the amount of meat he said they got. Not even the best groups of hunters I've seen in my entire life would get 135 kg (300 pounds) of game in a day, much less 270 kg (600 pounds)."

Breaking into a cold sweat, Sienna stood up to try and protest the old man.

"And how can we be sure that you are telling the truth and not Milhouse?" Sienna questioned, with a bit of uncertainty in her voice.

Sienna's last statement was weak and carried little weight, but it still caused someone among the spectators to stand up to respond.

"Oh no you dont!" a man with dark skin and white feathers on his arms replied. "This grumpy old man may be a foul-mouthed, bad-tempered man, but he was never wrong when it came to hunting or fishing."

"That's right!" said another faunus, standing up. "Everything I know he taught me. He never lied about how to earn a living for my family. Whether the human is guilty or not doesn't matter. Old Ben won't be shamed like that."

More and more faunus began to rise to the defense of Ben Kenobi, who laughed mockingly at Sienna.

"No, no, no…" I murmured, desperate. "The human was supposed to be banished from the island, not for Sienna to be humiliated."

The entire population turned against Sienna, accusing her of defaming someone who dedicated her life to helping the inhabitants of Menagerie feed their families.

PANG! PANG!

"ORDER! ORDER!" the chieftain screamed, trying to regain control, but the people were furious.

A mob was forming, and the risk of a lynching seemed imminent.

By the gods, if Sienna is lynched… I think as my stomach twists in pain and guilt. I try to say something, but the stress and nervousness leave me speechless.

But, in the midst of chaos, it was humans who brought order.

FIIIIEEE!

The sound of a shrill horn echoed inside the room. The faunus fell silent, crouching with their hands over their ears. Looking in the direction of the sound, we saw Jaune with an air horn in hand, smiling like a child with a new toy.

"Thank you, young man," said the old turtle elder, patting the human's arm. "Look at the shameful display, supposedly civilized faunus behaving like wild animals. And who calmed them down and brought order? A human."

Everyone present looked down, completely ashamed of their behavior.

"This is supposed to be a trial, our attempt to get to the truth or at least a consensus of what happened," continued Kouka, in a disapproving tone. "But you came here seeking blood and revenge. If the behavior here today is normal for you, I can only fear for the future of faunus."

A sepulchral silence settled over the place. Shame and regret hung in the air. Even though everyone felt bad, I felt even worse. Finally, unable to bear it, I swallow hard and raise my hand to speak.

"Please," I said out loud, catching everyone's attention. "I would like to say something, if possible."

[Sienna Khan]​

It had all started so well. It seemed certain that the human would be condemned and expelled from the island before he could do any more damage. But the testimonies showed more holes in the accusation than Swiss cheese, and to make matters worse, the opinion of the spectators was in his favor and against me.

When the human calmed the faunus and Kouka gave his lecture, I thought everything was lost. Until Ilia raised her hand.

'Surely she has some information to turn the tables in our favor,' I thought as I watched the red-haired girl sit next to Ghira to testify.

"Miss Amitola," said the Chieftain, addressing the White Fang agent. "You need to understand that your statement may be invalid, as you are a White Fang agent."

Ilia took a deep breath and, looking into the human's eyes, spoke.

"That won't be a problem." Her voice came out loud and steady for everyone to hear. "Because I'm here to tell you that Jaune Arc is innocent."

"What?!" I exclaimed, confused.

Everyone present began to whisper, surprised that a White Fang agent was defending a human who attacked them.

"I know he is innocent because I am part of the group that planned this false accusation."

From the corner of my eye, I noticed shadows running out of the room, but I didn't even think to follow them because Ilia had my full attention.

"During the night, I and other agents of the White Fang attempted to break into the human's airship that landed near a desert oasis," Ilia said in a tearful tone. "But we were stopped by the red robot guarding the ship." Ilia said, raising her bandaged arm for everyone to see. "That's how I and the others got hurt. None of the people who claimed to have been attacked by the human were hunters. We are all agents of the White Fang."

Boos and shouts of outrage began to come from the spectators, outraged by the White Fang's actions.

"It can't be…" I muttered, shocked. "How could they have done all this after I asked them not to mess with the human?"

PANG! PANG!

"Order!" demanded the Chieftain. "That explains the injured faunus, but why did you lie about the cause and why did you try to break into Mister Arc's airship?"

"I was convinced by Fennec Albain. He said the great leader Khan needed allies in the shadows. If I took the group to the desired location, Jaune Arc would be kicked off the island and never return. When we arrived at the scene and the red robot stopped us, Fennec changed the plan to blame the injured on Jaune Arc."

The people booed again but were silenced once again by Ghira's hammer, who turned towards me.

"You mean this is all just a plan by the White Fang to drive off the island a human who does nothing but kill grimm, cure the sick, and feed starving children?"

Ghira's indignant tone made his fury clear. It hurt my ego to admit, even if silently, that the human was innocent. Keeping my head lowered, Ilia continued speaking.

"I would also like to add that while the human was mapping the desert region, I attacked him and tried to kill him." The young woman's statement brought silence once again. "Instead of taking revenge or turning me over to the authorities, he just sat and talked to me… and my thanks to his mercy was to help frame him."

Overcome with shame and remorse, Ilia began to cry on the bench.

"I think it's clear to everyone present that Jaune Arc is innocent," declared Ghira loud and clear. "But now we have the question of-."

CRASH!

The door exploded into the room. Part of the spectators fell to the floor due to the impact of the door's shrapnel, while the rest ran to the other side of the room.

"KHAAAAAN!" roared an angry voice from the back of the room, hidden by the cloud of dust.

As soon as the cloud dissipated, the image of an angry red-haired barbarian wielding an ax was revealed. When our eyes met, her bloodthirsty eyes widened, and a voracious smile formed on her face.

"There you are." growled Audra, charging towards me.

[Image]​

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Unarmed and with no time to get out of the way, I closed my eyes and crossed my arms in a desperate attempt to block the blow.

KLANG!

The metallic sound echoed through the room, followed by a strange silence. When I opened my eyes, I noticed someone standing in front of me.

"The human?" I whispered in disbelief.

The man I had spent the last few hours trying to incriminate and expel from the island was there, in front of me, defending me with a blue shield with a silver rim from my former master.

"AGAIN?" Audra shouted, furious. "THIS WHORE TRIED TO KILL AND INCRIMINATE YOU! WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HER?"

The human responded by pulling her into a tight hug. Audra's eyes widened, but she quickly dropped the axe and returned the gesture.

"You're too good for these people, kid," Audra murmured, breathing a sigh of relief.

As the two embraced each other warmly, Ilia raised her voice.

"Sienna knew nothing," Ilia spoke, standing next to Ghira. "This was all a plan by the Albain brothers."

Audra took a deep breath, separating herself from the human.

"I was worried about you softy with a heart of gold," Audra whispered.

The scene moved everyone present.

PANG! PANG!

"Order!" Ghira shouted from the broken pulpit. "Jaune Arc's innocence has already been proven to everyone present."

In response, the audience murmured in agreement.

"However, I would like more details. Therefore, I would like Sienna Khan, Ilia Amitola, Audra Taurus, and Jaune Arc to come to my house, accompanied by an escort, to clarify everything."

All those called confirmed that they would cooperate… except the human, who remained silent.

"Are you okay, mister Arc?" asked Ghira, worried. "You didn't say anything during the process and now you don't even speak to me."

The human furrowed his eyebrows. He seemed irritated, but remained silent.

"I don't judge you, Mr. Arc. You came to our island with nothing but good intentions, willing to help our people. In return, you were treated like a criminal because of a foolish and poorly explained accusation," Ghira mentioned, in a remorseful tone. "I understand that you never want to speak to me again, but please don't think badly of the inhabitants of this island."

"What a drama queen, huh Ghira," said the old turtle faunus, who had acted as the human's lawyer.

She carried a cup with steaming liquid inside.

"Drink this, it'll loosen your mouth, boy."

Quickly, Jaune took the cup from her hands. With a lot of effort, he managed to open his mouth enough for the liquid to enter. After a few seconds he looked at Mrs. Brasa.

"That crazy old woman gave me a caramel candy that stuck the roof of my mouth with my tongue," commented Jaune, furious with the lady. "I couldn't say anything!"

Everyone turned, shocked, to the turtle, who just laughed at the situation.

"I really like you, blondie, but it was more advantageous for us if you remained silent than talking nonsense," explained the old lady.

"I don't talk that much nonsense!" Jaune stated, turning to the rest of the room. "Isn't that right, guys?"

Silence was the only response the human received. Neither Ghira nor Audra could look him in the eye at that moment.

[Ghira Belladonna]​

I admit to having found Mr. Arc's digital assistant was quite eccentric when he introduced himself. The hologram of a soldier in futuristic blue armor, wielding a sniper rifle, was not a common sight.

'Who knew Church was the least eccentric,' I thought silently.

{{Listen up, you dirtbags!}} shouted a voice with a strong accent, while we watched the recording from the point of view of the red security robot. {{One more step and I will turn this invasion into an ass-kicking rodeo! It will hurt more than a wasp sting on your stupid masked faces.}}

We were back at my house, all sitting in silence as we watched the recordings of Jaune Arc's big red security robot.

[Hulk Buster Build Halo/40k armor style ]​

​

{This is just one of the machines provided by Atlas.} Someone shouted in the background. {Use the same tactics we used when we attacked a convoy, brothers.}

What followed was basically a humiliation of the White Fang agents, seasoned with old-fashioned insults and a lot of screaming.

{{YEEEEHAAAAAAAAA!}} The robotic voice shouted, as if it were an old cowboy at a rodeo. {{This is almost as fun as shotting blues... almost.}}

"Jaune, dear, can you speed up to save the little dignity that Sienna and Ilia still have…" Kali asked, looking at Jaune.

Without questioning, the blond human sped up, and in a few minutes, we were able to witness how all the injuries of the 'victims' happened. Some fell awkwardly, others were trampled while trying to sneak up on the robot, who apologized after breaking a faunus's leg.

"It's clear that Jaune Arc's security system acted in self-defense and gave the invaders plenty of opportunities to retreat." I stated, smiling proudly at the young human.

Jaune looked at me, confused by my expression, but he smiled back, showing gratitude for the sentiment.

"Ilia and Sienna!" I exclaimed, putting all the authority I could into my voice. "Ever since Jaune Arc arrived at Menagerie, he has acted with the best and purest intentions, regardless of my initial suspicions, the rude way Audra treated him at the beginning, or the White Fang's attempts to kill and frame him. Even in the face of these adversities, he remained steadfast, submitting himself to our judgment and respecting our customs, aiming only for peace and harmonious coexistence."

The White Fang members present looked away in embarrassment, but I knew it was more because they were being reprimanded than because of the way they had acted.

"I'm sure most of those who witnessed what happened today will consider Mr. Arc a naive fool for still interacting with faunus, even after everything he's been through." I continued speaking, even under Jaune's indignant gaze at the apparent offense. "But I tell you that it's precisely this behavior that has brought a spark of hope for harmonious coexistence with humans, as well as the possibility of more of them visiting us and respecting us as civilized beings."

Silence was the only response I got from the two of them. However, there's no point in me just talking; they need to understand why Jaune's attitude is the right one.

"Mr. Arc!" I exclaimed, drawing the attention of the human in my room. "You came to our island providing food, maps, medicine, city projects, and plans to turn our island into an independent sovereign kingdom."

"What?" Sienna asked, her mouth agape.

"I would offer you reparations for the value of my honor alone, but such resources are too precious to my people for half measures or standard bureaucracy."

"Hmph?" Jaune snorted, not understanding what I meant.

By the gods, you really are just a softie with a heart of gold.

"What punishment would you like to give to these two and the other White Fang agents who attacked Audra and her ship?"

Sienna and Ilia widened their eyes in astonishment, but did not dare to utter a single word. Audra crossed her arms and huffed in irritation, with boredom in her eyes, as if she knew what the young human's answer would be.

"Sienna Khan." He said, catching the attention of the White Fang leader. "Were you directly involved in planning the invasion of my ship or in the false accusation?"

The tiger-eared leader took a deep breath as if she was exhausted, but puffed out her chest and looked into the human's eyes to answer.

"I didn't know anything about the invasion of your ship, but when my agents came to tell me that you had attacked hunters in the desert, I didn't think twice about taking advantage and sent all the members of the White Fang to spread the news." I said, finally feeling remorse inside me. "Part of me knew that the story had some holes, but for me, at the time, it didn't matter. The thing I wanted most was for you to get off this island as soon as possible."

"Why?" Jaune asked, in a tone of genuine curiosity.

Sienna swallowed her pride and shame, but continued to stare at the young human in front of her.

"Because your fame was growing a lot among the faunus of Menagerie." She admitted bitterly. "Healing, feeding, and now the Chieftain informs me that you will build cities and help create a sovereign nation for the faunus. Is that true, human?"

"Yes." Jaune answered without ceremony, as if it were nothing major. "Like, the court delayed me a little, but I think I can build the city in a week. As for the nation's talk…"

{{Two months at most.}} Church said through the holographic projector's speaker.

Sienna started laughing, her eyes wide with pure shock, a laugh that bordered on madness.

"Do you want to know why I want you off the island, human?" questioned Sienna in an unsteady tone. "I hate you! You should represent everything I despise, but instead you represent HIM!" shouted Sienna, pointing at me. "A foolish pacifist who wants a better world, who refuses to take the lives of even those who tried to kill you."

Jaune tilted his head to the side, confused. Sienna seemed offended by the young human's lack of understanding.

"Of course, I'm not going to kill you or Ilia," Jaune said, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why?" Sienna asked, indignantly.

"I want prosperity for the faunus of Menagerie. That's why I came here. Peace with humans is also necessary, so I won't do anything rash."

"Even after everything you've been through? Even after the population almost turned against you?"

"Yes," Jaune responded once again, as if it were obvious. "I didn't come to be popular; I came to help. Mr. Belladonna, is this so difficult to understand?"

I gave the boy a big, proud smile and responded:

"She doesn't understand that peace and prosperity for faunus is more important than pride," I commented, turning my judgmental gaze to Sienna. "And, to achieve this, violence should never be used as a tool."

"B-but..." Sienna stammered, trying to question, but in vain. She couldn't find the words.

"Pride is dangerous," Jaune added. "After all, the dream of the oppressed is to be the oppressor. It takes discipline not to give in to the temptation of revenge and to be strong enough to be gentle. That is the best path to peace."

Audra and I laughed proudly, while Sienna and Ilia froze at the young human's simple yet universally true statement. The cause of the White Fang, whether the old or new version, had always been a noble one, but Sienna's twisted and violent ways were just exposed and rubbed in her face as a simple fight for pride rather than the survival and prosperity of the faunus, as she always claimed.

"But you still haven't answered me, Arc," I commented, catching Jaune's attention once again. "What are you going to do about punishing the White Fang agents who caused you so much headache? Mercy is always good, but you need to show firmness towards those who act like criminals. This is basic for a healthy society."

The young human closed his eyes, reflecting for a few minutes in silence. Audra stared at the White Fang members in my house as if she wanted to rip their heads off… something I don't doubt she would do if she were allowed.

"I know," Jaune said, snapping his fingers. "A charity action by the White Fang, personally led by Sienna Khan, to help an orphanage in the city of Vale."

"What?" questioned everyone present, including me.

"And the message will be that the White Fang desires peace and prosperity between faunus and humans."

Everyone was silent, shocked by the young man's request. The silence and tension were palpable in the air.

"Hey, Church!" Jaune exclaimed, turning to the holographic projector, with the armored man speaking up. "Find me an orphanage in Vale that needs help with donations and manual labor."

{{Most orphanages need that. Can you be more specific?}} asked the little blue soldier.

"An orphanage that has a good number of humans and faunus."

{{I already found it and sent you contact of a perfect one.}}

"Thanks," Jaune commented, pulling out his Scroll. "I'll make a list of things I want you to do there, but anything extra is welcome," he said, as he read about the orphanage on his Scroll. "And don't worry about spending money. I will provide supplies for both the trip to Vale and the work at the orphanage."

"Why are you doing this?" Sienna asked, still shocked.

Jaune stood up and looked at Sienna with a serious face.

"I'm giving you a chance to prove to the world that the White Fang is not a terrorist organization," Jaune said in a more serious tone. "Prove them wrong about you. Prove that you want peace and prosperity for the faunus."

Bengal tiger ears flattened back on Sienna's head, tears welling in her eyes. She herself didn't seem to understand why she was sad. The simple truth was that Jaune Arc had broken her pride by showing a better way.

"What about me?" asked the young freckled redhead. "What are you going to do to me?"

Jaune turned to Ilia and looked at her, confused, with a raised eyebrow.

"I mean... what I said is like for the entire White Fang, you know? Including you," explained Jaune, still not understanding the reason for the question.

Silently, Ilia took out her Grimm mask with chameleon horns. With disgust in her eyes, she broke the mask in her hand. We all stared at the young woman, surprised by her action.

"Please, Mr. Arc," Ilia begged. "Even though I have made so many mistakes, you will not change your plans to help my people. I can't stand here acting as if my actions haven't nearly destroyed the best chance for progress for the people of Menagerie."

"Eeeeeeh… what are you trying to say, Ilia?" asked the young human, still confused.

The chameleon faunus kneels, without breaking eye contact with the human, and declares in a formal tone as if she were in a sacred ceremony:

"I, Ilia Armitola, swear to become Jaune Arc's servant. I offer my strength and my loyalty. Not because I was forced to, but because I believe he can help me become a better person. I will fight by his side, obey his orders, and do whatever is necessary to correct my mistakes."

…

Jaune crouched down, looking into Ilia's eyes, and responded:

"There is no fucking way that gonna happen, you crazy bitch!"

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E ai gurizada?

That's right I'm back, with Menagerie Arc coming to an end, next chapter we'll have some time skips and the change in infrastructure in various parts of the island thanks to the new team created by Jaune.

Created in the sense made by his 'Semblance', just to make it clear.

 

[theaceoffire]

Do not stick your #### in crazy.

 

[Avip_br]

Do not stick your #### in crazy.

Click to shrink...

 

[Jao]

{{Most orphanages need taht. Can you be more specific?}} asked the little blue soldier.

Click to shrink...

that*

 

[Avip_br]

that*

Click to shrink...

Fixed

 

[Heavenly Mark]

Nice

 

[MuchCod1414]

Humph!" Weiss huffed confidently. "I can offer you million-lien contracts; you could give up the life of a Hunter and live comfortably until you die

Click to shrink...

 

[MuchCod1414]

"Jaune said he's attracted to all of us, but he won't think about relationships until after the Vytal Festival." I say, recalling what we gleaned from my teammate's interrogation.
Yang rubbed her forehead as if trying to force her brain to come up with an idea.

Click to shrink...

 

[JohnyXD]

Do not stick your #### in crazy.

Click to shrink...

That ship has LONG since sailed.
And I'm waiting to see what Pyrrha's reaction is to his night with Audra.

 

[Inbetweenaction]

Click to shrink...

it's not science until you have repeated the experiment several times, while accounting for possible outside influences. As such, multiple experiments where carried out where dick was stuck in crazy. Many crazy women and men. repeatedly, in different positions. For science.

then repeated while writing stuff down, because that is the difference between science and fucking around

conclusion: Don't stick your dick in crazy

 

[Avip_br]

I woke up three days this week with a headache… that's not good.

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[Pietro Polendina]​

The sharp ends of my chair legs click against the metal of the dock, each step echoing in the vast space. The battleship looms before me, a mountain of steel and technology, now equipped with the prototype large-scale Arc Reactor engine.

'If it weren't for Mr. Church's help, we wouldn't have been able to make this prototype so quickly.' I thought silently admiring the prototype.

The air is thick with the smell of oil and sea air, a peculiar mix that always reminds me of progress and adventure.

"Doctor Polendina, is everything ready for departure?" Marrow Amin's voice resonates behind me, his tone relaxed but firm.

I turn the chair to face him. His impeccable uniform, his furry tail swaying gently, and the confident expression of someone who knows the weight of the mission he carries.

"All ready as planned, Specialist Amin, or should I say Captain Amin." I respond, looking at the data on my scroll. "The reactor is installed and ready to be tested in the field."

Marrow approaches, looking at the battleship, giving an awkward laugh.

"I keep thinking they only promoted me because I'm a Faunus. Something like 'I was in the right place at the right time,' I don't know if I really deserve this position."

I turn my chair to face him, adjusting my glasses on my nose. His face expresses genuine doubt, his furry tail now motionless, reflecting his introspection.

"Marrow, if you think you don't deserve this promotion, then prove your worth with actions." I comment in a firm but friendly tone. "Show everyone, and yourself, that you are more than just a Faunus in the right place. Be the right choice, no matter how you got here."

He looks at me, surprised. His expression changes, and a gleam of determination begins to appear in his eyes.

"I... I never thought of it that way, Doctor." He scratches the back of his neck, a shy smile forming. "But you're right, and this mission is too important for me to let my insecurities get the better of me."

With determination now firmly in his gaze, he turns back to face the battleship, the metal gleaming under the dock lights.

"In addition to testing the engine, you will also serve as Atlas's dignitary." I say, adjusting my glasses again. "It is crucial that this mission is a success in all levels."

Marrow swallows hard but nods confidently.

"I'm sure you'll do an excellent job, Marrow." I respond, a genuine smile forming on my face. "Good luck, Marrow. We'll be monitoring everything from here."

He walks away toward the battleship. I watch as he walks up the ramp, each step firmer than the last. Upon reaching the top, he turns to me, a quick wave before disappearing into the vessel.

The ramp closes with a metallic sound, and the battleship begins to move, the roar of the engine filling the dock, despite it being quieter than a conventional Dust engine. I watch as the vessel moves away, gaining speed as it heads out into the open sea.

PING!

"A message?" I murmur curiously, opening the text. "It looks like it's Penny's."

Reading the message, I smile at the news that Penny made a friend.

"Splendid." I comment to myself.

But as I continue reading, I come across another piece of peculiar news.

"You both arrested a crippled thief?" I repeat, confused by the message.

[Amber Stone]​

The sun was rising over the horizon, dyeing the sky with shades of orange and pink. And here I am, in the middle of the desert…

Who would have thought that I, Amber Stone, would be overseeing the creation of an entire city built by ex-convict Faunus, colorful androids, and rusty robots?

'Meeting Jauner Arc changed my life more than becoming a fall maiden.' I think as I hear footsteps approaching me.

"Big boss, we need more materials in the southern area." The voice of a Faunus with ram's horns brings me out of my thoughts. "The foundations of the new quarters are in place, but the team is out of supplies to continue tomorrow."

"Jaune restocked last night." I respond, checking my clipboard to be sure. "It's in warehouse 3."

While the worker goes on his way to check on supplies, I walk across the rough terrain, feeling the warmth of the rising sun. Faunus and robots of all shapes and sizes work together, erecting structures, transporting materials, each with a clear purpose.

As a 'satellite city,' this location has several functions: being an outpost for spotting and combating Grimms, training the local workforce, providing supplies for future operations at the Dust mine, and most important of all... housing the largest and most advanced CCT tower in all of Remnant.

For now, the maintenance of the tower is handled by some drones that Jaune created, but the green AI called Delta has been giving classes to some faunus who were Arc's cellmates. Although there are only three, this class already guarantees future autonomy for the faunus to maintain the equipment.

At first, I found it wierd, that they quickly accepted the proposal to work in the middle of the Grimm-infested desert in exchange for their freedom. Some even cried, thanking him for the opportunity to prove their worth, inspired by the great 'Rengoku.'

"Whoever this weirdo with the Mistralian name is." I grumble, walking toward the wall surrounding the city.

Halfway there, someone shouts, catching my attention.

"Hey, Big Boss!" A fox-eared faunus waves from afar. "Will we be able to drink tonight?"

"You know the rules, one day of drinking for two days of sober work."

"But it's hot…" he complains tearfully.

"Then drink water, bitch!" I complain, leaving the Faunus behind, becoming the butt of jokes from his friends.

At first, I had found the two eight-hour workdays interspersed with a one-day break to be week, but good work hours, a good salary combined with unlimited food and drink makes these people work at 120%, with zero delays and zero absences.

Arriving at the wall, I climb the steps, coming face to face with two watchmen looking at the horizon with binoculars. One of them is a big, fat Faunus with a boar's nose, while his colleague is a short and very thin faunus, with a meerkat's tail, called Timon.

"Why are there two guards at the same post?" I ask, irritated.

Timon and Pumbaa are startled by my silent arrival and begin to apologize, stuttering.

"S-Sorry, Big Boss! We were just..." Pumbaa starts, his voice shaking.

"That's right, we were just watching Arc and Ilia fighting that huge grimm!" Timon adds, pointing to the desert.

I take the binoculars from the meerkat Faunus's hand and look in the direction he points, finding nothing but sand.

"What huge grimm?" I ask, frowning. "There is no-." Before I can complain, I'm cut off by the sound of an explosion coming from the desert.

BOOOOM!

Sand explodes upward, as if a bomb had gone off, but it was actually a giant Grimm emerging from underground, its mouth gaping at the sky.

"What the fuck?!" I shout in surprise.

The creature is huge, its black body resembling a shark covered in a hard carapace full of white bones, with bone spikes on its body. Its jaws click, ready to devour anything within reach. It is a true monster straight out of a nightmare.

[Image]​

"Elder Sand Jaws!" Pumbaa said next to me. "Bigger and more dangerous than a Twin Terror Rex."

Before I could worry about Jaune's life, a scream echoed across the desert, a cowboy scream coming from the Grimm's direction.

"YEEHAW!"

It didn't take a genius to know who was screaming.

I raised the binoculars again, looking for the origin of the shout. It took a few seconds, but quickly I found him. On the creature's back, a blond man was holding himself up by chains attached to the giant Grimm's flesh. And clinging to his waist, a red-haired girl screamed in fear.

"I need a raise." I mumbled tiredly. "But before that, he needs to start paying me."

I grabbed the megaphone from my waist, the one I usually used to give orders on construction sites, and shouted at Jaune.

"GET IT OVER WITH, ARC!"

In response, Jaune looked in my direction, smiled, let go of one of the chains, and created something to wield in his free hand.

The golden mist then materialized a silver cylinder with a red button. Before I could ask myself what that item was, Jaune pressed the button, causing a sheet of bluish light to emerge from the tube.

"A Dust blade?" questioned Pumbaa curiously.

With the 'lightsaber', Jaune opened a hole in the creature's carapace, only to then pull Ilia along with him into the monster.

"THat crazy blond himbo…" I mumbled worriedly. "Why did you do that?"

The giant Grimm fell to the sand, kicking up a cloud of dust that momentarily obscured my vision. The ground shook with the impact, and I held onto the wall to keep from losing my balance. The creature began to move, trying to submerge itself once again.

But something went wrong for the monster, because it stopped in the middle of the process, as if it were confused or in pain.

"What's going on?" Timon asked, his voice shaking with fear.

"Arc is doing something weird and dangerous." I responded, gripping the megaphone tightly. "So it's the usual…"

After standing still for a few seconds, the Grimm began to howl in pain.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The sound was deafening, a mix of pain and anger that echoed across the desert. The creature struggled, its carapace cracking and shattering as it fought against something invisible.

"Is the grimm breaking?" Pumbaa shouted in confusion, his eyes wide with terror.

I watched in disbelief as the giant Grimm continued to struggle, its movements becoming more and more desperate. The sand around the creature was thrown into the air, creating a sand cloud that made it difficult to see. But even through the sand, I could see the Grimm's shell disintegrating, as if something was eating away at it from the inside out.

Suddenly, the creature stopped struggling. The sudden silence was almost deafening after the screams and chaos. I watched, holding my breath, as the giant Grimm relaxed its body, lying limp on the desert floor. The surrounding sand slowly settled, revealing the motionless form of the beast.

"He did it…" Timon murmured, his voice full of admiration and relief. "That kid is a beast."

Little by little, the creature's body began to disintegrate. As the black mist started to dissipate, Jaune and Ilia are revealed walking in our direction, covered in sand and sweat, but alive.

"Arc, you crazy bitch!" I screamed through the megaphone, relief mixed with anger. "You could have died!"

Jaune looked in my direction, and with a wide smile on his face, he blew me a kiss.

"If that idiot hadn't saved me, I would have killed his himbo ass already." I grumbled angrily as Timon and Pumbaa walked away from me.

In a few minutes, Jaune and Ilia arrived in the city. Before the blonde could say anything, Ilia started to complain.

"We almost died at least three times in that fight!" Ilia screamed, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "Why do you always have to put yourself in danger like this every single day?"

Jaune, with a tired smile, responded.

"You're right, Ilia. I think you'd better stop following me for your own safety."

Ilia froze but then straightened up and spoke calmly.

"What matters is that a powerful Grimm has been defeated and the island is safer because of it." Her formal tone made it clear that her mission as a 'servant' was not over. "But with your permission, I need to retreat to recover from our mission."

With a wave from Jaune, Ilia left, her crooked and heavy steps on the sand making it clear that the girl was dizzy and tired.

Frustrated, Jaune grumbled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

"I can't get rid of her." He muttered, looking in the direction Ilia disappeared. "I have to do something much crazier and more irresponsible to get her away."

Shaking at the thought of what could be worse than killing a Grimm from the inside out, I approach him, my shadow casting over his tired face.

"How many points did the creature give you?" I asked, straight to the point.

When I agreed to work with him on raising this city, Jaune told me everything about how his Semblance worked.

"Thirty thousand." He responded, still tired but proud, curving his lips. "Added to what I've been killing these last few days, this operation has already been paid for, and I have a few bucks left."

"Construction supplies, staff food, and new robots have all been paid for?" I questioned in surprise.

Jaune confirmed with a nod.

"Even the Arc Builders?" I asked with a sly smile.

"Don't use that name, it was their idea." Jaune responded, pointing to his former cellmates.

"Okay. Even those stronger-colored robots?" I asked curiously. "I know they're not as smart as Church and Alpha, but they're still pretty clever. After all, only four paved a road connecting here to Kuo Kuana."

"Their limited intelligence and dependence on someone to give orders saved me a lot of points. Their original version had basically human intellect." Jaune explained as if creating real A.I. was no big deal. "But unlike Church, they are 'trapped' in a physical body, just like the original design."

"Was the name 'Master Robot' from the original design?" I asked, smiling at the silly and tacky name.

Shrugging, Jaune responded.

"Dr. Light and Dr. Wily's fault." He said, smiling, then turned toward the horizon, facing the desert. "Changing the subject, I'm happy I got the points, but the amount of Grimms worries me."

Frowning with a serious expression, he turned to me.

"We are an outpost for the city." Jaune explained, pointing to Kuo Kuana. "The majority of the island's inhabitants are on my side now, but there's still a core of locals that hates me and is creating conflicts around the city."

I sighed tiredly, approaching him.

"Which generates negative emotions and attracts more Grimm." I concluded for the blonde next to me. "So why don't we go there and 'solve' the problem? I understand that you don't want to get your hands dirty. So give me that potion again, and I'll finish them off in one night."

Jaune sighed, looking at the horizon where the sun had risen.

"I understand your concern, Amber." He informed me. "But I'll talk to Ghira first, when I have the time."

Politics seemed to tire Jaune more than facing giant Grimms.

"How about you take the day off and go talk to Ghira?" I suggested, trying to cheer him up.

"Are you sure?" He questioned in surprise.

"Everything's going well now, hurry up before I change my mind."

"Thanks, Amber." The blonde waved, running off.

[ORIGINAL POV]​

'Most of the robots I made to help build the city were from the Fallout series, they are very cheap.' I think, looking around at all the movement. 'They are some Eyebots to carry out surveillance and send information to the new CCT tower in the middle of the city; many Protectrons without weapons to help with heavy lifting; and several Mr. Handys for general work and cleaning.'

I walk closer to the group of colorful robots that could be recognized by any old-school gamer.

'And of course, the four responsible for having accelerated the construction part of the project so much.'

"Good to see you guys again." I speak loudly, drawing their attention. "Guts Man, Bomb Man, Metal Man, and Concrete Man."

[Image]

"Greetings, Jaune Arc." All four respond at the same time.

It's a little sad that they don't have their own mind or personality like Church, Delta, and Sarg, but I had to save MP creating them.

"I heard that your mission was a success."

Guts Man, in response, stepped forward and began speaking for the group.

"Yes, sir! The highway we built is 17 kilometers(10.5 miles) long and is designed to withstand heavy traffic, with multiple lanes in each direction. The width of each lane is 3.5 meters(11,5 feet), ensuring cars can move safely. As it will have four lanes in each direction, the total width of the lanes will be 14 meters (46 feet), just for the carriageways."

"Okay…" I responded, surprised by so much information I hadn't asked for. I need to go talk to Ghira in town, go check if Amber needs something."

As soon as I dismiss the robots, I summon the golden mist from my countenance. I feel the energy flow through my body, molding the aura into a specific shape. Within seconds, the Green Goblin's glider materializes beneath my feet, its sleek, streamlined lines gleaming in the sunlight. The glider floats gently, rising from the ground, ready for flight.

"Lets fucking go." I mutter to myself, activating the rockets on the board.

I quickly take off, the wind blowing through my hair as the board begins to gain altitude. The feeling of freedom is instantaneous, the cool air hitting my face as I speed towards the city.

The landscapes of Menagerie pass quickly below me. A desert dotted with oases, a few palm trees, and the large paved road that leads directly to my destination.

I can't help but be amazed by the work of the four of them.

"Creating the Robot Masters to help me was a good idea, but making Concrete Man was brilliant. That guy is practically a cement and concrete factory that only needs to recharge once every two days on my ship."

I see the city in the distance, with the Belladonna mansion standing prominently.

"I haven't visited them in a few days." I mutter to myself with a laugh. "I wonder if they missed me."

As I approach the Belladonna mansion, I slow the glider, hovering over the city. Below, the streets, once quiet, now pulse with life. Children run along the sidewalks, their laughter echoing through the air. They wave in my direction, shouting my name enthusiastically.

The screams mix, creating a symphony of joy. The outcry fills my chest with happiness and pride, bringing a smile to my face.

"I'll have to do a show for these guys." I murmur confidently.

[Ghira Belladonna]​

Sitting in the meeting room, I stare at Sienna and Audra as I review my notes.

"Commotion," I begin bluntly. "We've been having problems with 'radical' White Fang members causing fights with Jaune Arc supporters, saying that you, Sienna, is a false leader."

Sienna doesn't move, but her amber eyes shine with a contempt I know well.

"They claim that Adam Taurus is the true savior of the faunus," Audra continues, her deep voice full of resentment. "They're using this to justify their stupid fights."

"Adam…" I repeat, the name heavy on my tongue. "He always had a way of inflaming tempers."

"Inflaming is an understatement," Sienna says, finally moving. She stands up, hands resting on the table. "The radical members loyal to him are willing to harm innocent Faunus for the 'cause.' The most they will achieve on the island, without humans around, is attracting more Grimm."

"That's what they're doing," adds Audra. "All this open conflict has tripled the amount seen near the city. Kuo Kuana would have already been destroyed if it weren't for Jaune fighting the biggest and most dangerous ones at the outpost. And let's not forget the great advantage of the laser weapons that he gave us, in addition to being powerful, the lasguns charge quickly in the sun."

Sienna frowns, staring at Audra at the mention of Jaune. The leader of the White Fang knows that the human, besides being innocent, is a great ally, but her foolish pride prevents her from truly accepting him.

"These scum don't listen to my orders and are hiding among the island's civilian inhabitants," Sienna mentions in a defeated tone. "I don't know how I can be useful without increasing unrest."

"Humpf." Audra grumbles in Sienna's direction. "Tell me something new," the redhead adds in a sarcastic tone.

With her pride hurt, Sienna opens her eyes wide and points her finger at the guard commander.

"Measure your words, cradle robber," Sienna infers with spite.

"Funny you should say that, given your past interactions with my son," Audra replies.

"What are you insinuating?" Sienna asks indifferently.

"Don't act stupid, I know you-." Audra tries to say.

"LADIES!" I shout, interrupting the exchange of 'complements.' "Discuss your personal life another time. We need to work together to reduce civil unrest."

Both embarrassedly look down.

"Frankly!" I exclaim, frustrated. "The solution isn't going to fall from the sky-." I try to say.

CRASH!

But I am cut off by something that falls from the sky, breaking my ceiling and the table between us.

I look up at the meeting room ceiling, now with a huge hole, and then down, but I can't see what fell. The dust rising and debris everywhere destroy any chance of resuming the meeting at this time.

Audra and Sienna cough from being closer to what fell, so the dust covered both of them.

"Are you ladies okay?" I ask worriedly.

Audra nods, wiping the dust off her face. Sienna, still coughing, waves her hand, signaling that she's okay.

We cautiously approach the object that fell from the sky. It looks like a humanoid figure but is covered in dust and debris. Audra quickly removes the debris from the body, revealing…

"Jaune," Audra says worriedly, picking up the young man from the floor and hugging him affectionately as she strokes his blond hair.

"Are you serious?" Sienna questions in a cynical tone.

The young man's body is covered in scratches and bruises, but they are already healing due to his Aura.

"What is he doing here?" Sienna asks, her voice full of distrust.

"I don't know," I respond, approaching the human in the arms of the Menagerie militia commander. "First let's see if he's okay."

As soon as I touch Jaune's body, his eyes suddenly open. He looks around and quickly gets off Audra's hugs, startling us all.

Except for Audra, who pulls him back into a tight hug, worried about him.

"Are you well?" Audra asks in a caring tone. "Didn't you get hurt when you fell from the sky, my angel?"

Jaune, still disoriented, looks around, trying to understand where he is. His eyes land on me and then on Sienna, who looks at him with suspicion.

"What happened?" Jaune asks, his voice hoarse.

"As Audra mentioned, you fell from the sky," I responded, trying to remain calm. "Literally."

Jaune looks up, seeing the hole in the ceiling. As soon as he understands what happened, he breaks away from Audra's embrace once more and wipes the dust off his body.

"Sorry for the inconvenience," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I had a little problem with my glider, but I promise to compensate for the damage."

"The ceiling is the least of my worries, young man," I explain, calming down. "But tell me, to what do I owe this visit?"

Jaune reaches into his pocket and pulls out several capsules with red buttons on it. He holds them in the palm of his hand, showing them to us.

"What is that?" I ask, curious.

"But I have an idea and these capsules are necessary to put my plan into action." Jaune explains with a confident smile. " Each of these contains a vast amount of resources like water, food, building materials, tools, and more."

Sienna frowns suspiciously.

"And how do you plan to use this to improve the mood of the inhabitants of Menagerie?" the leader asks, suspicious of the veracity of the statement.

Jaune smiles, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Let's have a big festival."

"That's… an interesting idea," I murmur, scratching my chin. "But how big do you intend to make it?"

[Blake Belladonna]​

"Finally, peace and quiet." I mumble, lying in my bunk.

Yang left to train with Pyrrha, Weiss is tearing her hair out from working so hard opening her own company, and Ruby is working on her scythe to implement that new blade made with the strange metal Jaune gave her while listening to something with her headphones in the corner of the room.

In other words, silence finally reigns in Team RWBY's room.

To enjoy this rare moment of calm, I place an open book on my lap. Each page, a refuge. The smell of the paper, the weight of the words, everything transports me far away.

A rare, precious moment.

'Nothing can ruin this moment,' I thought in silence, turning the pages of my book.

"Blake!"

A vein pops out on my forehead, but I manage not to show all my irritation at my team leader, who is hanging onto my bed, looking like a needy puppy. I close the book, marking the page carefully. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for what comes next.

"What's wrong, Ruby?" I ask in a forced neutral tone.

The little reaper has her scroll in her hands, oscillating between looking at the screen and my face, her mouth open as if trying to say something.

"You... like... lived in Menagerie... right?" Asked the reaper in a shy tone.

Ruby is very nervous, and for some reason, she can't look me in the eyes.

"Yes?" I reply in an inquisitive tone.

"And you're like a princess? Since you're the daughter of the faunus king, right?"

I decided to close my book and focus on the conversation. Despite the exaggerated statement, I am happy to instruct my human colleague on faunus culture.

"My father is not the king of the Faunus. He was the leader of the White Fang, and now he is chieftain of the largest city in Menagerie."

"Kuo Kuana," Ruby responds, taking me by surprise.

Wide-eyed, I stare at the girl in the red cape.

"Yes, you're right." I am surprised by her knowledge of the island.

But before I can question her, she continues speaking.

"Ghira and Kali Belladonna are your parents, your mother being a feline faunus with cat ears like yours, and your father is tall and strong with a full beard and a trimmed mustache."

My jaw drops to the floor at the accurate description of my parents' appearance.

"How do you know?" I question in surprise.

Ruby laughs awkwardly but explains.

"I was watching a live stream of a concert taking place in Kuo Kuana-."

"Oh!" I exclaim, understanding the situation. "That's fake, Ruby. Menagerie doesn't even have a CCT tower."

"So how do you explain that?"

Ruby turns the scroll to me, and there they are. My parents, Ghira and Kali Belladonna, singing and dancing on a big stage, surrounded by a jubilant crowd. The scene, filmed by flying drones from various angles, is so vivid that I can almost feel the energy of the audience, the sound of my parents' voices singing.

{A whole new world / a whole new world

That's where we'll be / that's where we'll be

A thrilling chase / a wondrous place

For you and me…}​

A tear runs down my face as my heart twists in pain.

The pain of memories hits me like a punch in the chest. The harsh words I spoke, the look of disappointment on my father's face, my mother's silent crying. It all echoes in my mind, a symphony of regret. But at the same time, there is an undeniable relief in seeing my parents well, happy, living their lives without the weight of my problematic presence.

"Ruby, how…?" My voice cracks, but I try to compose myself. "Where did you find that recording?"

Ruby smiles, a gleam of excitement in her silver eyes.

"I told you it's a live stream." Ruby replies, smiling. "It looks like someone built a CCT tower in Menagerie and is broadcasting this show around the world!"

"By the Gods!" I exclaim in astonishment. "How? When? Who?"

"As for how, I don't know. It seems they finished the work a few days ago. As for who…"

As if concluding Ruby's sentence, a brunette woman with black hair, feline ears, and tiger stripes on her arm enters the stage, receiving a round of applause.

"Sienna?" I question, confused.

{A beautiful performance by our chieftain and his lovely wife.} Says the leader of the White Fang, bowing slightly to my parents. {Actually, that today is your last day as chieftain, right Ghira?}

"Last day?" I ask again, even more confused.

{It's true, Sienna.} My father responds through the microphone in his hand. {And although I've grown attached to the title, it's important that we take the next step in this great moment for faunus and humans across Remnant.}

I take the scroll from Ruby's hand, who, despite pouting, doesn't complain.

{You're absolutely right.} Announces Sienna, flashing a trained smile for the cameras. {After all, it's not every day that a kingdom is founded.}

"KINGDOM?" I shout in surprise, approaching the screen.

"You don't need to shout." Ruby complained next to me.

{And we owe everything to the man of the moment...} Says Sienna, pointing to the side of the stage. {Jaune Arc!}

"JAUNE?" Ruby and I shout with wide eyes.

The shock paralyzes me. Jaune, the blonde boy coveted by half of Beacon, is in Menagerie. And not only that, but apparently involved in something monumental. A kingdom? Founded by him and my parents?

"What are you doing in Menagerie?" I question, eyes glued to the screen.

It is then that I remember Lie Ren's words when we questioned him about Jaune.

'He said he has something special in store for you…'

"Was this what he was planning?"

[Corsac Albain]​

"Explosives are in position." Commented the young man with a cheetah tail, handing me the detonator.

"Excellent." I murmured, contemplating the canyon below.

Giant rocks at the bottom of this valley served as a tomb and prison for a grimm of apocalyptic size.

"Dread Shadow." I muttered the monster's name with a venomous smile on my lips.

Taking a deep breath, I turn to the few members who are still loyal to the faunus cause. A glorious moment like this deserves an inspiring sermon.

"Fifteen years ago, the great faunus hero, Mino Taurus, sacrificed himself to seal the greatest threat to Menagerie's faunus."

My voice was projected with great range due to the structure of the canyon, which helped to capture the attention of those present.

"And how do the people of our island repay his sacrifice?" I asked, noticing fury shining in the eyes of those present here. "We sold our pride and dignity to a human."

Shouts and boos in agreement with me came from the faithful, fueled by hatred and disgust for what has happened in our sacred home.

As if in response, the ground shakes, not much, but enough for me to notice.

"All that demon in human form needed was to distribute sweets and false promises so that the local population would bend in his favor."

The chorus of fury and frustration is such that I have to raise my hand to silence them to continue with my sermon.

'Perfect.' I thought to myself, satisfied. 'With all this negative emotion, the grimm will follow us as we drive towards the city.'

The confirmation of my thoughts comes as the ground begins to shake more intensely.

"I feel bad that I have to undo the work of this great faunus hero, but his son, Adam Taurus, his legacy, will lead us through this trying time." Before continuing, I raise my hand and hold up the detonator for everyone to see. "We will release this monster to purify Menagerie of the heretical faunus who dared to join our enemies, and purge the human contamination that is Jaune Arc."

The screams seem to synchronize with the vibrations that echo throughout the valley and its rocks.

With one last dramatic gesture, I extend my arm and press the detonator.

"Testify." I declare, with the explosion occurring shortly afterward.

BOOM!

The power of the explosion is enough to weaken the prison, adding our chorus of negative emotions the gigantic Grimm starts to awaken.

Black smoke begins to escape from the rocks as the tremors intensify.

A crooked smile forms on my lips just thinking about the despair of that damned human.

"Your end is near, Jaune Arc."

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I woke up three days this week with a headache… that's not good.

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[Pietro Polendina]​

The sharp ends of my chair legs click against the metal of the dock, each step echoing in the vast space. The battleship looms before me, a mountain of steel and technology, now equipped with the prototype large-scale Arc Reactor engine.

'If it weren't for Mr. Church's help, we wouldn't have been able to make this prototype so quickly.' I thought silently admiring the prototype.

The air is thick with the smell of oil and sea air, a peculiar mix that always reminds me of progress and adventure.

"Doctor Polendina, is everything ready for departure?" Marrow Amin's voice resonates behind me, his tone relaxed but firm.

I turn the chair to face him. His impeccable uniform, his furry tail swaying gently, and the confident expression of someone who knows the weight of the mission he carries.

"All ready as planned, Specialist Amin, or should I say Captain Amin." I respond, looking at the data on my scroll. "The reactor is installed and ready to be tested in the field."

Marrow approaches, looking at the battleship, giving an awkward laugh.

"I keep thinking they only promoted me because I'm a Faunus. Something like 'I was in the right place at the right time,' I don't know if I really deserve this position."

I turn my chair to face him, adjusting my glasses on my nose. His face expresses genuine doubt, his furry tail now motionless, reflecting his introspection.

"Marrow, if you think you don't deserve this promotion, then prove your worth with actions." I comment in a firm but friendly tone. "Show everyone, and yourself, that you are more than just a Faunus in the right place. Be the right choice, no matter how you got here."

He looks at me, surprised. His expression changes, and a gleam of determination begins to appear in his eyes.

"I... I never thought of it that way, Doctor." He scratches the back of his neck, a shy smile forming. "But you're right, and this mission is too important for me to let my insecurities get the better of me."

With determination now firmly in his gaze, he turns back to face the battleship, the metal gleaming under the dock lights.

"In addition to testing the engine, you will also serve as Atlas's dignitary." I say, adjusting my glasses again. "It is crucial that this mission is a success in all levels."

Marrow swallows hard but nods confidently.

"I'm sure you'll do an excellent job, Marrow." I respond, a genuine smile forming on my face. "Good luck, Marrow. We'll be monitoring everything from here."

He walks away toward the battleship. I watch as he walks up the ramp, each step firmer than the last. Upon reaching the top, he turns to me, a quick wave before disappearing into the vessel.

The ramp closes with a metallic sound, and the battleship begins to move, the roar of the engine filling the dock, despite it being quieter than a conventional Dust engine. I watch as the vessel moves away, gaining speed as it heads out into the open sea.

PING!

"A message?" I murmur curiously, opening the text. "It looks like it's Penny's."

Reading the message, I smile at the news that Penny made a friend.

"Splendid." I comment to myself.

But as I continue reading, I come across another piece of peculiar news.

"You both arrested a crippled thief?" I repeat, confused by the message.

[Amber Stone]​

The sun was rising over the horizon, dyeing the sky with shades of orange and pink. And here I am, in the middle of the desert…

Who would have thought that I, Amber Stone, would be overseeing the creation of an entire city built by ex-convict Faunus, colorful androids, and rusty robots?

'Meeting Jauner Arc changed my life more than becoming a fall maiden.' I think as I hear footsteps approaching me.

"Big boss, we need more materials in the southern area." The voice of a Faunus with ram's horns brings me out of my thoughts. "The foundations of the new quarters are in place, but the team is out of supplies to continue tomorrow."

"Jaune restocked last night." I respond, checking my clipboard to be sure. "It's in warehouse 3."

While the worker goes on his way to check on supplies, I walk across the rough terrain, feeling the warmth of the rising sun. Faunus and robots of all shapes and sizes work together, erecting structures, transporting materials, each with a clear purpose.

As a 'satellite city,' this location has several functions: being an outpost for spotting and combating Grimms, training the local workforce, providing supplies for future operations at the Dust mine, and most important of all... housing the largest and most advanced CCT tower in all of Remnant.

For now, the maintenance of the tower is handled by some drones that Jaune created, but the green AI called Delta has been giving classes to some faunus who were Arc's cellmates. Although there are only three, this class already guarantees future autonomy for the faunus to maintain the equipment.

At first, I found it wierd, that they quickly accepted the proposal to work in the middle of the Grimm-infested desert in exchange for their freedom. Some even cried, thanking him for the opportunity to prove their worth, inspired by the great 'Rengoku.'

"Whoever this weirdo with the Mistralian name is." I grumble, walking toward the wall surrounding the city.

Halfway there, someone shouts, catching my attention.

"Hey, Big Boss!" A fox-eared faunus waves from afar. "Will we be able to drink tonight?"

"You know the rules, one day of drinking for two days of sober work."

"But it's hot…" he complains tearfully.

"Then drink water, bitch!" I complain, leaving the Faunus behind, becoming the butt of jokes from his friends.

At first, I had found the two eight-hour workdays interspersed with a one-day break to be week, but good work hours, a good salary combined with unlimited food and drink makes these people work at 120%, with zero delays and zero absences.

Arriving at the wall, I climb the steps, coming face to face with two watchmen looking at the horizon with binoculars. One of them is a big, fat Faunus with a boar's nose, while his colleague is a short and very thin faunus, with a meerkat's tail, called Timon.

"Why are there two guards at the same post?" I ask, irritated.

Timon and Pumbaa are startled by my silent arrival and begin to apologize, stuttering.

"S-Sorry, Big Boss! We were just..." Pumbaa starts, his voice shaking.

"That's right, we were just watching Arc and Ilia fighting that huge grimm!" Timon adds, pointing to the desert.

I take the binoculars from the meerkat Faunus's hand and look in the direction he points, finding nothing but sand.

"What huge grimm?" I ask, frowning. "There is no-." Before I can complain, I'm cut off by the sound of an explosion coming from the desert.

BOOOOM!

Sand explodes upward, as if a bomb had gone off, but it was actually a giant Grimm emerging from underground, its mouth gaping at the sky.

"What the fuck?!" I shout in surprise.

The creature is huge, its black body resembling a shark covered in a hard carapace full of white bones, with bone spikes on its body. Its jaws click, ready to devour anything within reach. It is a true monster straight out of a nightmare.

[Image]​

"Elder Sand Jaws!" Pumbaa said next to me. "Bigger and more dangerous than a Twin Terror Rex."

Before I could worry about Jaune's life, a scream echoed across the desert, a cowboy scream coming from the Grimm's direction.

"YEEHAW!"

It didn't take a genius to know who was screaming.

I raised the binoculars again, looking for the origin of the shout. It took a few seconds, but quickly I found him. On the creature's back, a blond man was holding himself up by chains attached to the giant Grimm's flesh. And clinging to his waist, a red-haired girl screamed in fear.

"I need a raise." I mumbled tiredly. "But before that, he needs to start paying me."

I grabbed the megaphone from my waist, the one I usually used to give orders on construction sites, and shouted at Jaune.

"GET IT OVER WITH, ARC!"

In response, Jaune looked in my direction, smiled, let go of one of the chains, and created something to wield in his free hand.

The golden mist then materialized a silver cylinder with a red button. Before I could ask myself what that item was, Jaune pressed the button, causing a sheet of bluish light to emerge from the tube.

"A Dust blade?" questioned Pumbaa curiously.

With the 'lightsaber', Jaune opened a hole in the creature's carapace, only to then pull Ilia along with him into the monster.

"THat crazy blond himbo…" I mumbled worriedly. "Why did you do that?"

The giant Grimm fell to the sand, kicking up a cloud of dust that momentarily obscured my vision. The ground shook with the impact, and I held onto the wall to keep from losing my balance. The creature began to move, trying to submerge itself once again.

But something went wrong for the monster, because it stopped in the middle of the process, as if it were confused or in pain.

"What's going on?" Timon asked, his voice shaking with fear.

"Arc is doing something weird and dangerous." I responded, gripping the megaphone tightly. "So it's the usual…"

After standing still for a few seconds, the Grimm began to howl in pain.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The sound was deafening, a mix of pain and anger that echoed across the desert. The creature struggled, its carapace cracking and shattering as it fought against something invisible.

"Is the grimm breaking?" Pumbaa shouted in confusion, his eyes wide with terror.

I watched in disbelief as the giant Grimm continued to struggle, its movements becoming more and more desperate. The sand around the creature was thrown into the air, creating a sand cloud that made it difficult to see. But even through the sand, I could see the Grimm's shell disintegrating, as if something was eating away at it from the inside out.

Suddenly, the creature stopped struggling. The sudden silence was almost deafening after the screams and chaos. I watched, holding my breath, as the giant Grimm relaxed its body, lying limp on the desert floor. The surrounding sand slowly settled, revealing the motionless form of the beast.

"He did it…" Timon murmured, his voice full of admiration and relief. "That kid is a beast."

Little by little, the creature's body began to disintegrate. As the black mist started to dissipate, Jaune and Ilia are revealed walking in our direction, covered in sand and sweat, but alive.

"Arc, you crazy bitch!" I screamed through the megaphone, relief mixed with anger. "You could have died!"

Jaune looked in my direction, and with a wide smile on his face, he blew me a kiss.

"If that idiot hadn't saved me, I would have killed his himbo ass already." I grumbled angrily as Timon and Pumbaa walked away from me.

In a few minutes, Jaune and Ilia arrived in the city. Before the blonde could say anything, Ilia started to complain.

"We almost died at least three times in that fight!" Ilia screamed, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "Why do you always have to put yourself in danger like this every single day?"

Jaune, with a tired smile, responded.

"You're right, Ilia. I think you'd better stop following me for your own safety."

Ilia froze but then straightened up and spoke calmly.

"What matters is that a powerful Grimm has been defeated and the island is safer because of it." Her formal tone made it clear that her mission as a 'servant' was not over. "But with your permission, I need to retreat to recover from our mission."

With a wave from Jaune, Ilia left, her crooked and heavy steps on the sand making it clear that the girl was dizzy and tired.

Frustrated, Jaune grumbled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

"I can't get rid of her." He muttered, looking in the direction Ilia disappeared. "I have to do something much crazier and more irresponsible to get her away."

Shaking at the thought of what could be worse than killing a Grimm from the inside out, I approach him, my shadow casting over his tired face.

"How many points did the creature give you?" I asked, straight to the point.

When I agreed to work with him on raising this city, Jaune told me everything about how his Semblance worked.

"Thirty thousand." He responded, still tired but proud, curving his lips. "Added to what I've been killing these last few days, this operation has already been paid for, and I have a few bucks left."

"Construction supplies, staff food, and new robots have all been paid for?" I questioned in surprise.

Jaune confirmed with a nod.

"Even the Arc Builders?" I asked with a sly smile.

"Don't use that name, it was their idea." Jaune responded, pointing to his former cellmates.

"Okay. Even those stronger-colored robots?" I asked curiously. "I know they're not as smart as Church and Alpha, but they're still pretty clever. After all, only four paved a road connecting here to Kuo Kuana."

"Their limited intelligence and dependence on someone to give orders saved me a lot of points. Their original version had basically human intellect." Jaune explained as if creating real A.I. was no big deal. "But unlike Church, they are 'trapped' in a physical body, just like the original design."

"Was the name 'Master Robot' from the original design?" I asked, smiling at the silly and tacky name.

Shrugging, Jaune responded.

"Dr. Light and Dr. Wily's fault." He said, smiling, then turned toward the horizon, facing the desert. "Changing the subject, I'm happy I got the points, but the amount of Grimms worries me."

Frowning with a serious expression, he turned to me.

"We are an outpost for the city." Jaune explained, pointing to Kuo Kuana. "The majority of the island's inhabitants are on my side now, but there's still a core of locals that hates me and is creating conflicts around the city."

I sighed tiredly, approaching him.

"Which generates negative emotions and attracts more Grimm." I concluded for the blonde next to me. "So why don't we go there and 'solve' the problem? I understand that you don't want to get your hands dirty. So give me that potion again, and I'll finish them off in one night."

Jaune sighed, looking at the horizon where the sun had risen.

"I understand your concern, Amber." He informed me. "But I'll talk to Ghira first, when I have the time."

Politics seemed to tire Jaune more than facing giant Grimms.

"How about you take the day off and go talk to Ghira?" I suggested, trying to cheer him up.

"Are you sure?" He questioned in surprise.

"Everything's going well now, hurry up before I change my mind."

"Thanks, Amber." The blonde waved, running off.

[ORIGINAL POV]​

'Most of the robots I made to help build the city were from the Fallout series, they are very cheap.' I think, looking around at all the movement. 'They are some Eyebots to carry out surveillance and send information to the new CCT tower in the middle of the city; many Protectrons without weapons to help with heavy lifting; and several Mr. Handys for general work and cleaning.'

I walk closer to the group of colorful robots that could be recognized by any old-school gamer.

'And of course, the four responsible for having accelerated the construction part of the project so much.'

"Good to see you guys again." I speak loudly, drawing their attention. "Guts Man, Bomb Man, Metal Man, and Concrete Man."

[Image]

"Greetings, Jaune Arc." All four respond at the same time.

It's a little sad that they don't have their own mind or personality like Church, Delta, and Sarg, but I had to save MP creating them.

"I heard that your mission was a success."

Guts Man, in response, stepped forward and began speaking for the group.

"Yes, sir! The highway we built is 17 kilometers(10.5 miles) long and is designed to withstand heavy traffic, with multiple lanes in each direction. The width of each lane is 3.5 meters(11,5 feet), ensuring cars can move safely. As it will have four lanes in each direction, the total width of the lanes will be 14 meters (46 feet), just for the carriageways."

"Okay…" I responded, surprised by so much information I hadn't asked for. I need to go talk to Ghira in town, go check if Amber needs something."

As soon as I dismiss the robots, I summon the golden mist from my countenance. I feel the energy flow through my body, molding the aura into a specific shape. Within seconds, the Green Goblin's glider materializes beneath my feet, its sleek, streamlined lines gleaming in the sunlight. The glider floats gently, rising from the ground, ready for flight.

"Lets fucking go." I mutter to myself, activating the rockets on the board.

I quickly take off, the wind blowing through my hair as the board begins to gain altitude. The feeling of freedom is instantaneous, the cool air hitting my face as I speed towards the city.

The landscapes of Menagerie pass quickly below me. A desert dotted with oases, a few palm trees, and the large paved road that leads directly to my destination.

I can't help but be amazed by the work of the four of them.

"Creating the Robot Masters to help me was a good idea, but making Concrete Man was brilliant. That guy is practically a cement and concrete factory that only needs to recharge once every two days on my ship."

I see the city in the distance, with the Belladonna mansion standing prominently.

"I haven't visited them in a few days." I mutter to myself with a laugh. "I wonder if they missed me."

As I approach the Belladonna mansion, I slow the glider, hovering over the city. Below, the streets, once quiet, now pulse with life. Children run along the sidewalks, their laughter echoing through the air. They wave in my direction, shouting my name enthusiastically.

The screams mix, creating a symphony of joy. The outcry fills my chest with happiness and pride, bringing a smile to my face.

"I'll have to do a show for these guys." I murmur confidently.

[Ghira Belladonna]​

Sitting in the meeting room, I stare at Sienna and Audra as I review my notes.

"Commotion," I begin bluntly. "We've been having problems with 'radical' White Fang members causing fights with Jaune Arc supporters, saying that you, Sienna, is a false leader."

Sienna doesn't move, but her amber eyes shine with a contempt I know well.

"They claim that Adam Taurus is the true savior of the faunus," Audra continues, her deep voice full of resentment. "They're using this to justify their stupid fights."

"Adam…" I repeat, the name heavy on my tongue. "He always had a way of inflaming tempers."

"Inflaming is an understatement," Sienna says, finally moving. She stands up, hands resting on the table. "The radical members loyal to him are willing to harm innocent Faunus for the 'cause.' The most they will achieve on the island, without humans around, is attracting more Grimm."

"That's what they're doing," adds Audra. "All this open conflict has tripled the amount seen near the city. Kuo Kuana would have already been destroyed if it weren't for Jaune fighting the biggest and most dangerous ones at the outpost. And let's not forget the great advantage of the laser weapons that he gave us, in addition to being powerful, the lasguns charge quickly in the sun."

Sienna frowns, staring at Audra at the mention of Jaune. The leader of the White Fang knows that the human, besides being innocent, is a great ally, but her foolish pride prevents her from truly accepting him.

"These scum don't listen to my orders and are hiding among the island's civilian inhabitants," Sienna mentions in a defeated tone. "I don't know how I can be useful without increasing unrest."

"Humpf." Audra grumbles in Sienna's direction. "Tell me something new," the redhead adds in a sarcastic tone.

With her pride hurt, Sienna opens her eyes wide and points her finger at the guard commander.

"Measure your words, cradle robber," Sienna infers with spite.

"Funny you should say that, given your past interactions with my son," Audra replies.

"What are you insinuating?" Sienna asks indifferently.

"Don't act stupid, I know you-." Audra tries to say.

"LADIES!" I shout, interrupting the exchange of 'complements.' "Discuss your personal life another time. We need to work together to reduce civil unrest."

Both embarrassedly look down.

"Frankly!" I exclaim, frustrated. "The solution isn't going to fall from the sky-." I try to say.

CRASH!

But I am cut off by something that falls from the sky, breaking my ceiling and the table between us.

I look up at the meeting room ceiling, now with a huge hole, and then down, but I can't see what fell. The dust rising and debris everywhere destroy any chance of resuming the meeting at this time.

Audra and Sienna cough from being closer to what fell, so the dust covered both of them.

"Are you ladies okay?" I ask worriedly.

Audra nods, wiping the dust off her face. Sienna, still coughing, waves her hand, signaling that she's okay.

We cautiously approach the object that fell from the sky. It looks like a humanoid figure but is covered in dust and debris. Audra quickly removes the debris from the body, revealing…

"Jaune," Audra says worriedly, picking up the young man from the floor and hugging him affectionately as she strokes his blond hair.

"Are you serious?" Sienna questions in a cynical tone.

The young man's body is covered in scratches and bruises, but they are already healing due to his Aura.

"What is he doing here?" Sienna asks, her voice full of distrust.

"I don't know," I respond, approaching the human in the arms of the Menagerie militia commander. "First let's see if he's okay."

As soon as I touch Jaune's body, his eyes suddenly open. He looks around and quickly gets off Audra's hugs, startling us all.

Except for Audra, who pulls him back into a tight hug, worried about him.

"Are you well?" Audra asks in a caring tone. "Didn't you get hurt when you fell from the sky, my angel?"

Jaune, still disoriented, looks around, trying to understand where he is. His eyes land on me and then on Sienna, who looks at him with suspicion.

"What happened?" Jaune asks, his voice hoarse.

"As Audra mentioned, you fell from the sky," I responded, trying to remain calm. "Literally."

Jaune looks up, seeing the hole in the ceiling. As soon as he understands what happened, he breaks away from Audra's embrace once more and wipes the dust off his body.

"Sorry for the inconvenience," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I had a little problem with my glider, but I promise to compensate for the damage."

"The ceiling is the least of my worries, young man," I explain, calming down. "But tell me, to what do I owe this visit?"

Jaune reaches into his pocket and pulls out several capsules with red buttons on it. He holds them in the palm of his hand, showing them to us.

"What is that?" I ask, curious.

"But I have an idea and these capsules are necessary to put my plan into action." Jaune explains with a confident smile. " Each of these contains a vast amount of resources like water, food, building materials, tools, and more."

Sienna frowns suspiciously.

"And how do you plan to use this to improve the mood of the inhabitants of Menagerie?" the leader asks, suspicious of the veracity of the statement.

Jaune smiles, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Let's have a big festival."

"That's… an interesting idea," I murmur, scratching my chin. "But how big do you intend to make it?"

[Blake Belladonna]​

"Finally, peace and quiet." I mumble, lying in my bunk.

Yang left to train with Pyrrha, Weiss is tearing her hair out from working so hard opening her own company, and Ruby is working on her scythe to implement that new blade made with the strange metal Jaune gave her while listening to something with her headphones in the corner of the room.

In other words, silence finally reigns in Team RWBY's room.

To enjoy this rare moment of calm, I place an open book on my lap. Each page, a refuge. The smell of the paper, the weight of the words, everything transports me far away.

A rare, precious moment.

'Nothing can ruin this moment,' I thought in silence, turning the pages of my book.

"Blake!"

A vein pops out on my forehead, but I manage not to show all my irritation at my team leader, who is hanging onto my bed, looking like a needy puppy. I close the book, marking the page carefully. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for what comes next.

"What's wrong, Ruby?" I ask in a forced neutral tone.

The little reaper has her scroll in her hands, oscillating between looking at the screen and my face, her mouth open as if trying to say something.

"You... like... lived in Menagerie... right?" Asked the reaper in a shy tone.

Ruby is very nervous, and for some reason, she can't look me in the eyes.

"Yes?" I reply in an inquisitive tone.

"And you're like a princess? Since you're the daughter of the faunus king, right?"

I decided to close my book and focus on the conversation. Despite the exaggerated statement, I am happy to instruct my human colleague on faunus culture.

"My father is not the king of the Faunus. He was the leader of the White Fang, and now he is chieftain of the largest city in Menagerie."

"Kuo Kuana," Ruby responds, taking me by surprise.

Wide-eyed, I stare at the girl in the red cape.

"Yes, you're right." I am surprised by her knowledge of the island.

But before I can question her, she continues speaking.

"Ghira and Kali Belladonna are your parents, your mother being a feline faunus with cat ears like yours, and your father is tall and strong with a full beard and a trimmed mustache."

My jaw drops to the floor at the accurate description of my parents' appearance.

"How do you know?" I question in surprise.

Ruby laughs awkwardly but explains.

"I was watching a live stream of a concert taking place in Kuo Kuana-."

"Oh!" I exclaim, understanding the situation. "That's fake, Ruby. Menagerie doesn't even have a CCT tower."

"So how do you explain that?"

Ruby turns the scroll to me, and there they are. My parents, Ghira and Kali Belladonna, singing and dancing on a big stage, surrounded by a jubilant crowd. The scene, filmed by flying drones from various angles, is so vivid that I can almost feel the energy of the audience, the sound of my parents' voices singing.

{A whole new world / a whole new world

That's where we'll be / that's where we'll be

A thrilling chase / a wondrous place

For you and me…}​

A tear runs down my face as my heart twists in pain.

The pain of memories hits me like a punch in the chest. The harsh words I spoke, the look of disappointment on my father's face, my mother's silent crying. It all echoes in my mind, a symphony of regret. But at the same time, there is an undeniable relief in seeing my parents well, happy, living their lives without the weight of my problematic presence.

"Ruby, how…?" My voice cracks, but I try to compose myself. "Where did you find that recording?"

Ruby smiles, a gleam of excitement in her silver eyes.

"I told you it's a live stream." Ruby replies, smiling. "It looks like someone built a CCT tower in Menagerie and is broadcasting this show around the world!"

"By the Gods!" I exclaim in astonishment. "How? When? Who?"

"As for how, I don't know. It seems they finished the work a few days ago. As for who…"

As if concluding Ruby's sentence, a brunette woman with black hair, feline ears, and tiger stripes on her arm enters the stage, receiving a round of applause.

"Sienna?" I question, confused.

{A beautiful performance by our chieftain and his lovely wife.} Says the leader of the White Fang, bowing slightly to my parents. {Actually, that today is your last day as chieftain, right Ghira?}

"Last day?" I ask again, even more confused.

{It's true, Sienna.} My father responds through the microphone in his hand. {And although I've grown attached to the title, it's important that we take the next step in this great moment for faunus and humans across Remnant.}

I take the scroll from Ruby's hand, who, despite pouting, doesn't complain.

{You're absolutely right.} Announces Sienna, flashing a trained smile for the cameras. {After all, it's not every day that a kingdom is founded.}

"KINGDOM?" I shout in surprise, approaching the screen.

"You don't need to shout." Ruby complained next to me.

{And we owe everything to the man of the moment...} Says Sienna, pointing to the side of the stage. {Jaune Arc!}

"JAUNE?" Ruby and I shout with wide eyes.

The shock paralyzes me. Jaune, the blonde boy coveted by half of Beacon, is in Menagerie. And not only that, but apparently involved in something monumental. A kingdom? Founded by him and my parents?

"What are you doing in Menagerie?" I question, eyes glued to the screen.

It is then that I remember Lie Ren's words when we questioned him about Jaune.

'He said he has something special in store for you…'

"Was this what he was planning?"

[Corsac Albain]​

"Explosives are in position." Commented the young man with a cheetah tail, handing me the detonator.

"Excellent." I murmured, contemplating the canyon below.

Giant rocks at the bottom of this valley served as a tomb and prison for a grimm of apocalyptic size.

"Dread Shadow." I muttered the monster's name with a venomous smile on my lips.

Taking a deep breath, I turn to the few members who are still loyal to the faunus cause. A glorious moment like this deserves an inspiring sermon.

"Fifteen years ago, the great faunus hero, Mino Taurus, sacrificed himself to seal the greatest threat to Menagerie's faunus."

My voice was projected with great range due to the structure of the canyon, which helped to capture the attention of those present.

"And how do the people of our island repay his sacrifice?" I asked, noticing fury shining in the eyes of those present here. "We sold our pride and dignity to a human."

Shouts and boos in agreement with me came from the faithful, fueled by hatred and disgust for what has happened in our sacred home.

As if in response, the ground shakes, not much, but enough for me to notice.

"All that demon in human form needed was to distribute sweets and false promises so that the local population would bend in his favor."

The chorus of fury and frustration is such that I have to raise my hand to silence them to continue with my sermon.

'Perfect.' I thought to myself, satisfied. 'With all this negative emotion, the grimm will follow us as we drive towards the city.'

The confirmation of my thoughts comes as the ground begins to shake more intensely.

"I feel bad that I have to undo the work of this great faunus hero, but his son, Adam Taurus, his legacy, will lead us through this trying time." Before continuing, I raise my hand and hold up the detonator for everyone to see. "We will release this monster to purify Menagerie of the heretical faunus who dared to join our enemies, and purge the human contamination that is Jaune Arc."

The screams seem to synchronize with the vibrations that echo throughout the valley and its rocks.

With one last dramatic gesture, I extend my arm and press the detonator.

"Testify." I declare, with the explosion occurring shortly afterward.

BOOM!

The power of the explosion is enough to weaken the prison, adding our chorus of negative emotions the gigantic Grimm starts to awaken.

Black smoke begins to escape from the rocks as the tremors intensify.

A crooked smile forms on my lips just thinking about the despair of that damned human.

"Your end is near, Jaune Arc."

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E ai gurizada?

I'm still struggling to move to a new apartment, but I promise to keep writing.

Grizz_Rex_89:

Superman would be Proud with tears.

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Do not stick your XXXXX in crazy.

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That is good advice.

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nice story so far. keep going my friend!

 

[bsgamer1]

>Normal people in vacations:Have fun
>Jaune Arc in vacations:"I'm gonna create a kingdom"

 

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>Normal people in vacations:Have fun
>Jaune Arc in vacations:"I'm gonna create a kingdom"

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I mean... he did get some ass...