jaune arc multiverser

the real black swordsman

As Arnold stared at the device set in choosing the next world an image appeared on screen causing his eyes to widen and a large grin to stretch across his face.

"What is that?" asked a bewildered Qrow. Staring at the image of a decrepit and gnarled hand hold some red object in its clawed fingertips. The object looked as though it had eyes, a nose, and a mouth scattered across its surface.

"That thing, is an artifact only known to this world as a crimson behelit. The egg of the king. This world is truly a brutal one!" Arnold informed them his smile still as large as before.

"Egg of the king? Is that suppose to impress us?" Cinder said snarkily.

"I would say you should be impressed as it only appears once every 216 years. The gain one means you are destined to rule the world and all that is in it, in exchange for your flesh and blood of course" the deity told the fire witch this information caused her to gain a wanting look.

'My flesh and blood huh? A price I would be willing to pay for my own world!' Cinder thought wanting her own behelit now.

"What of this world's Jaune? What is he like?" Salem asked curiously as she hopes for someone that can impress her as the soldier and harrowd  have. Everyone turned towards him and saw his excited smile turn into a conflicted scowl.

"That bad huh?" Roman asked seeing that same look before on other faces.

"No. It is so much worse than you could even conceive possible." the horned deity responded in a serious tone. This caused the students and teachers to brace themselves in preparation of what could be a terrifying tale.

"Well get it over with what is the boy like in this world?" Raven asked in a bored tone not caring about the tension the beacon staff were feeling at this moment.

"This Jaune is a raid leader in a larger mercenary group. He is well known for his sword skill, overwhelming strength, and ferocity on the battlefield." Arnold said gaining some looks of disgust from some.

"You mean to say we're just going to watch some blood hungry mercenary. Let's just skip it" Emerald replied to this info in an annoyed tone. Arnold stared at her before gaining a thoughtful look and nodding to himself.

"Perhaps it's best we start at his beginnings. So you may understand him a little better." he offered to them gaining nods from the majority.

"Jaunes story began in the ancient time of knights there are no grim in this world nor aura, dust, or even guns." he paused to allow the one most shock by this to freak out (i.e. Ruby and Weiss).

"Jaune was born under the lynched corpse of his hanging mother left to die in the dirt, blood, and afterbirth. He was only found by a mercenary band and was taken in by the camp whore as her son." he continued causing the students to turn green at the thought of a corpse giving birth.

"Oh we're off to a 'great' start. Jeez how worse could his life get?" Qrow asked before trying to get a drink from his flask only to find it empty.

"Well after about three year later the woman who took him in: Shisu. She died from the plague, leaving Jaune in the hands of her lover; the camp leader Tyrian." Arnold answered the drunk question.

"Idiot" Raven said slapping Qrow on the back of the head. Qrow started grumbling about how could one kid have worse luck than he did. Cinder who heard who the leader was rolled her eyes in disgust.

"Jaune was trained by Tyrian in swordsmanship and 6 years later Jaune fought on the battlefield for the first time and had his first kill, even got paid too." the deity told them, gaining a few raised brows.