Many people in the world think they know exactly who they are, what their place in life is, and how the world is supposed to work. Even if they don't know everything they know how to work with the things they do know, and they are perfectly content with not knowing much more than that. Most of those people can go their entire lives not knowing they don't actually know who they are, what their place in life is, or how the world is supposed to work. Still, sometimes... sometimes one of those people is hit with the revelation of how limited their knowledge actually is.
Such revelations normally come slowly with little moments of insights changing their perspective over the course of weeks, months, years, or even decades. There are times, however, when someone can have such a revelation in a singular day that upends everything they thought they knew.
For Cardin Winchester, that singular day of upheaval came relatively early in his first semester at Beacon Academy. The day in question was part of the class trip to the season-locked forest of Forever Fall, during the sap harvesting section of the trip. A group of Grimm had somehow managed to slip past the sentries and had attacked the harvesting operation with virtually no warning. That led directly to the moment where Cardin's world turned on its' head; with him lying prone on his back in the dirt, the three guys he had trusted to always have his back running away in a panic, and the ridiculously underqualified wimp who had lied his way into Beacon being the only person standing his ground to protect him.
It would be an understatement to say this turn of events had a negative effect on Team CRDL's morale. Russel, Dove, and Sky had spent the week after apologizing every chance they got, but even the most sincere and contrite apology couldn't heal the rift their betrayal of trust had gouged into their friendship. And so Cardin did what he had to do: he signed his team up for group therapy with Professor Port.
The first session went well. All four of them got important things off their chest, like the shame Russel felt for leaving a lifelong friend behind without a thought, the doubt weighing on Dove and Sky for having panicked when a Grimm popped up when they didn't expect it, and the anger Cardin was keeping locked up about the whole thing because he had no idea how to direct it without breaking something or someone he'd regret doing that to. In the end, they all agreed to more sessions, as well as scheduling one-on-one meetings with Port.
It was during these sessions that Cardin had a series of epiphanies about who he was and his place in the world. Of these epiphanies the one that would change the course of his life was this: He was a jerk to a lot of people he had no good reason to be a jerk to, and that needed to change.
The professor told him the best place to start was to apologize to those he had wronged and that made enough sense for Cardin to try. He ran into a bit of a snag though: very few people thought he was being sincere. Those who didn't think it was a ruse of some sort were convinced he would quickly backslide the instant they let their guard down around him so nobody was really accepting his apologies. He needed to find a way to convince people he was serious, and after some thought, he had an idea! If he could make things right with someone the doubters didn't think he could, it would prove how serious he was about this!
And so Cardin sought out The Rabbit, Velvet Scarlatina, and forced himself to say he was sorry. While she was skeptical like the others were, she could see how much effort apologizing like this was taking him, so she told him she'd let him make it up to her. Making it up to her ended up meaning he'd spend the next two weeks helping her with her hobbies that her teammates had no interest in, namely lugging around a bunch of lighting equipment for her photography.
During those photoshoots they talked, and not just about the shoots themselves. They talked about pretty much everything, from mundane small talk to deeper conversations with personal things laid bare. By the end of those two weeks he was no longer thinking of her as The Rabbit, Velvet Scarlatina, but simply as Velvet. It was almost disappointing when she declared he had made it up to her, and then it was oddly exhilarating when she asked if he wanted to just hang out sometime. He had said yes before he knew what he was doing, and so they had made time to hang out every other week outside of school.
Over time those hangouts started to look more and more like dates, and the realization that they had indeed become dates in all but name surprised Cardin by how happy the thought made him. And so yesterday Cardin had planned on asking Velvet if they were actually dating and if they were boyfriend and girlfriend now... But then she started kissing him and he forgot to ask. He figured the rather intense make-out session made the question unnecessary because girls didn't kiss guys they didn't consider their boyfriends like that, right?
Well if it wasn't clear by the end of the week he'd try asking again. Until then he'd play the role in the hopes that he wasn't misreading things, and today playing the role of boyfriend meant carrying camera equipment again.
"Alright, so we're going to Training Field 12," Velvet explained as she handed him a set of carrying cases that he remembered being for her video camera setup. "I got a message from Yang telling me that a fight's about to go down, that she'll want to show her kids someday, and we're gonna film it."
"Who's she fighting?" Cardin asked as he hefted the case and followed Velvet down the hall.
"Jaune's dad is a former alumnus of Beacon, and he's going to test all the girls who want to marry his son," Velvet answered as they turned the corner. Cardin stumbled in shock.
"They-What?!" He gasped in disbelief. Velvet smiled nervously as they came to the doors to the gate that led to the training fields.
"Oh, Ruby actually came to my team's dorm room to ask Coco for a dress and she told us everything," Velvet admitted as she opened the door for Cardin so he could navigate through it with her carrying cases. "Um... Basically, they all got engaged to Jaune, some members of the Arc family who think their choice of bride for him is the best came and told them, and so they started fighting over him."
Cardin blinked slowly several times.
"Over Jaune? Seriously?"
"He's a good guy!" Velvet said defensively. Her ears twitched in a way that Cardin knew meant she wasn't being entirely truthful. She must have realized he noticed as she sighed. "The truth is... Well... A LOT more complicated and I can't say any more."
Cardin stared at his... Probably girlfriend? She kept smiling nervously. Cardin sighed, grumbled, but nodded.
"All right."
Velvet nodded. Cardin then gave her a slightly worried look.
"You're not engaged to Jaune too, right?"
"What? No! Not at all!" Velvet insisted, shaking her head rapidly. Cardin relaxed a little.
"Good. Then I'll accept it for now. I mean, what's the alternative? That time travel's involved?"
Velvet winced. Cardin gaped.
"Wait, it is?!"
"I... It's complicated," Velvet said, pressing her hands together in front of her chest, pleading, "Please don't pry too much?"
Cardin stared at his hot and sexy sort-of girlfriend... And nodded.
"Okay. I trust you," Cardin said. She smiled back as the two of them finally went through the doors that led to the training fields. "But I heard a lot of weird things from the grapevine."
"It's... Much weirder than you think," Velvet said. Cardin shrugged.
"Yeah? Well, I'd say time travel is a much more reasonable explanation for how almost a dozen girls started fighting over him than half the rumors I heard yesterday," Cardin justified himself as Training Field 12 came into view. "I mean the most common rumor I heard yesterday was that he was dating all of them behind each other's backs, but I think you'd agree that idea is less believable than time travel after watching Jauney Boy fumble Weiss for most of a semester."
Velvet scrunched her nose at that, "I hate that your reasoning makes sense."
"As long as that's the only thing you hate about me," Cardin teased gently. Velvet smiled back.
"Dork," she said affectionately.
They arrived at Training Field 12 shortly after that, and Velvet wasted no time in directing Cardin to set up her camera's tripods and other equipment at the spot her expert eye determined to be the best spot to film everything that would go down on the field. As he finished adjusting the last piece to Velvet's satisfaction he turned his eyes to the field to see Jaune and someone who could only be Jaune's old man going through a series of warm up exercises, both of them seemingly oblivious to the crowd that was gathering to watch.
Apparently, word that there would be some fights that would be worth watching had gotten around. Cardin could see students from every year and every school either finding a place to sit in the stands or milling around the corners of the training field. There were several faces he could recognize in the gathering crowd, like the third-year teams of PLCC and TNMT and the fourth-year Team SLVR. Other students were also pulling out cameras or their scrolls getting ready to film, but Cardin doubted any of them would get a better angle than Velvet.
The sound of a gong brought Cardin's eyes back to the field itself and he beheld the first clash of steel.
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Sword met shield with Jaune angling said shield to deflect his father's strike upwards, allowing him to dive forward under his father's swing and attempt to jab his old man in the stomach. Nick sidestepped the thrust and blocked Jaune's attempt to follow up with a swing before bringing his sword around for another strike. Jaune deflected this strike with his own blade and swung his shield around attempting to hit Nick with the pointed bottom of the shield. His father danced back from that with a grin growing on his face, and then Jaune was on the defensive as Nick started a series of rapid thrusts. Jaune deflected each thrust with either his sword or shield as he slowly gave ground and looked for an opening.
"I see you're favoring deflection instead of blocking," Nick observed as he switched from rapid thrusts to relatively slower and tricky swings.
"Blocking is normally a contest of raw strength," Jaune explained as his shield deflected one of his father's swings away and downwards, giving Jaune an opening to try another thrust of his own. Once again his blade failed to hit but Jaune kept his momentum and attempted another strike, "Deflection's almost entirely about the mechanics of leverage so strength doesn't mater as much."
"Good," Nick grinned wider as he stepped back from another one of his son's swings. "Deflecting when you can't dodge would be the right call If I was going all out," Nick ducked under Jaune's next swing and jabbed up at his son's armpit, forcing Jaune to actually block with his shield, "But I'm matching your speed and strength right now, so if blocking will give you the opening you need take it."
Jaune grunted in acknowledgement as he sidestepped away from his father, the two of them circling one another searching for an opening. The two of them paused, and then suddenly lashed out at one another with Jaune ducking under his father's sword and landed a solid hit on his father's leg...
...only for his father's blade to change direction and hit Jaune on the back at the same moment. Jaune stumbled forward but managed to spin around in time to deflect his father's followup attack and disengage.
He had landed a hit. Sure he had gotten hit in turn meaning he still needed to land five hits but up until that moment some small part of him hadn't expected to land any hits at all even with his father pulling his punches to fight on his level. He had landed a hit on his father, which means he could land more of them.
He could even land five of them.
He could do this.
He could win this.
With that determined thought Jaune sprung into action again, leading his charge with his shield in the best position to block. Nick was forced to sidestep with Jaune taking a swing at his father's retreating form, only missing by a handful of centimeters. Nick laughed in delight seeing his son doing his best to control the initiative of the fight before taking the initiative back with a flurry of swings that forced Jaune to backpedal. But then the younger Arc saw the pattern behind those swings and with that pattern an opportunity.
Jaune raised his shield as he stepped into his father's next strike. The clash of steel on steel brought his father's blade to a stop long enough for Jaune to thrust his own sword forward and land a hit on Nick's bicep, and Jaune successfully leaned back far enough to duck under his father's sword as it swung back around.
That was one.
"Nice block Son," Nick congratulated as he took a hand off Nogg's handle, changing his stance to present a smaller profile as he started to wield the blade one handed. The elder Arc then launched into a series of rapid thrusts that pushed Jaune's guard to the limit, with two of Nick's thrusts slipping through and hitting Jaune in the shoulder and hip.
In spite of those hits Jaune's guard didn't break, and soon he had a measure for the timing of the thrusts. On the next thrust when his Father had reached the point of maximum extension Jaune swung with his shield and bashed the blade aside, swinging as quickly as he could with his sword into the resulting opening landing a hit on his father's forearm.
That was two.
Nick shifted his stance again, flexing his left hand and bringing it up into a fisticuff position as he judged his Son's defenses. The elder Arc threw a haymaker with the fist that Jaune reflexively blocked with his shield, leaving him open to the stab towards his belly. Jaune barely managed to get his own sword down in time to block the strike, and for a moment their swords shifted back and forth in the bind. Then they slipped past one another and both Arcs hit each other in the ribs.
They both disengaged and circled about for a moment before Nick moved in again with two horizontal swipes from Nogg that Jaune backpedaled to dodge, but this still got Nick close enough to punch again with his left hand. This time Jaune ducked under the punch and rolled forward to get behind his father, taking a swing at the older man's leg in the passing that landed a hit on his thigh.
That was three.
"Well done," Nick laughed as the two of them spun around to face each other again. Then Nick tossed Nogg into the air and caught it with his left hand. "Now let's switch things up a bit!"
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The civilians and time travelers were up in the stands, watching the fight unfold. Almost all of the kids had a keen interest as they watched.
"It is cool to see Grandpa Nick in his prime," Nicholas said with a grin, "I only saw videos of him before."
"Why is that, Nicholas?" Willow asked, her eyes locked onto the older blond swordsman.
"Um, well... He died in my timeline," Nicholas said. Willow snapped her head over to her grandson and gasped.
"He what?!"
"It's all right, Mistress, it hasn't happened yet," Klein soothed, pouring her tea from a thermos.
"E-Even so," Willow mumbled.
"Weird," Theodore observed, "Granny Izzy died in mine. Grandpa Nick is still hale and hearty, but he's always been very sad..." He sighed. "Geez..."
"Oh that's even worse," Willow murmured.
"He's doing fine in my timeline," Xander volunteered, "He helped train me for my tournaments, and trained Mom and Dad when they were fighting Salem."
"Oh yeah! Same!" Julian cheered. "Geez, you wouldn't expect him to be able to swing that sword so fast but BAM! WHAM! He just whips it around and you go flying!"
"Granny Izzy taught me a lot," Xia bragged, flexing a bicep, "Especially in how to beat the crap out of someone!"
"Indeed," Petra grinned, "She and Mother got on so well, they invented a new martial art style the Church now teaches across Remnant."
"Well, that happened in my timeline too!" Xia insisted. Petra smirked.
"Shall we see whose style is more formidable?"
"Oh definitely," Xia grinned, her eyes flashing green briefly.
"Muscleheads," Leandra and Leander muttered.
"Hey, she taught me too!" Amethyst insisted. She flushed at the looks from her temporal half-siblings. "I mean, about a lot of non-fighting things. She's a great teacher!"
"She is," Ash agreed, "She helped us get our Semblances under control."
"Yeah but Grandpa Nick is a lot more fun," Ashley insisted, watching the fight keenly.
"He is," Athena agreed, "Jaune seems to be a lot less aggressive than he needs to be, if he's using my daughter's style." She slipped into a darker tone, her body language far harder and colder.
"He must strike without hesitation, drive himself forward with his power. He must conquer all he sees, for the Riddle of Steel is in who wields it, not in the weapon itself-"
"Miss Athena," Orestes warned. Athena blinked and flushed.
"Ah, sorry. I was thinking back to Red Sanya... You remember that movie, right Basara?"
"I remember that I still chafe from all the horseback riding I had to do," Basara grumbled.
"Grandmother!" Petra gasped, scandalized. Logos laughed.
"I remember it too, dear... Be grateful you didn't have to get knocked off the horse so many times for stunts."
Jaune's potential brides were having their own conversation further down the stands where they watched and waited for their turn.
"He really has improved immensely," Blake murmured. "Going from untrained civilian to that good in just a semester or two? It's amazing."
"You know, it really is!" Ruby chirped.
"You did well with him," Arslan complimented Pyrrha, who smiled and blushed happily.
Blake's eyes shone brightly.
"He's just like Genji from Genji the Gutsy Ninja!"
Yang turned a tense smile to her partner.
"You mean the blond idiot ninja who married the dark quiet girl who loved reading?"
Blake shrugged, exuding cat-like smugness.
"It hadn't crossed my mind~."
"Yeah?!" Ruby demanded. "Well, I think he's more like-like Eddard in All Metal Alchemist!"
"Oh, where he marries his childhood friend who happens to be mechanically inclined?" Blake scoffed. "What a coincidence!"
"You guys keep referencing fiction, this is real life," Yang pointed out.
"Says the kissless virgin," Weiss deadpanned. Yang growled, her eyes flashing red.
"I told you that in confidence! And like you can talk, Ice Queen!"
"Brainless brawler!"
"C-Can we all please stop fighting?" May asked. "We um, we do need to think about... Um... Fighting."
"That's Team RWBY," Emerald sighed, "They constantly argue and bicker and you have no idea how they could possibly be a threat. Cinder certainly didn't think they were-She thought they just lucked out. She thought you were her greatest threat, Pyrrha, which is why she focused so much on eliminating you."
"Oh... Um..." Pyrrha blinked, considered, "... Thhhhank you?"
"I don't think that was a compliment," Arslan deadpanned.
"I'm working on it!" Emerald huffed.
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His father was just as good at swinging a sword with his left hand as he was with his right. Being ambidextrous with a blade was one of the better flexes a swordsman could show off, as someone who wielded their sword with the southpaw had a distinct advantage over someone who didn't. The reasons for this were multifaceted, with the most prominent facet being the fact that naturally left-handed people were uncommon enough that your average swordsman would never have a chance to practice against a left-hander. This uncommon nature also meant that defenses were designed with the expectation that your opponent would be right-handed.
For Jaune the big problem was that his shield was on his own left where it would naturally block the angles a right-handed person would be comfortable striking from. Now the blocking was falling entirely to his sword-hand, and it wasn't easy. He blocked high, low, high, high, mid, low, high, low, mid, mid, high again, his father slipping through his guard four times to land three solid hits.
That said while his shield wasn't as useful for blocking against his Father's new angle of attack the second half of Crocea Mors was not idle. Jaune punched with it, swung it like he was trying to cut with its' edge and he twisted his body to try and find a stance that would put the shield at a good angle to resume blocking duties.
It was during one of those twists that Jaune saw a possibility for a new opening. His body was turned the right way while his legs were tensed in the right position for him to hold his shield in front of him in a charge, and so that's what he did. Leading with his shield and shoulder he charged like a professional Grifball player at a moment where Nick had to dodge towards Jaune's right, allowing the younger Arc to take a passing swing that managed to slip over his father's attempt at deflection and hit his old man on the shoulder.
That was four.
"Not bad," Nick grinned before tossing Nogg into the air again and catching it with his right hand. Yet he didn't catch it by the handle, he caught Nogg by the blade, "I hope you're ready for this!"
Nick shot forward, using the blade of his sword like a handle and swinging it about as if the pommel was the head of a mace. Jaune blocked the first, second and third strikes of Nogg's pommel with his shield but the fourth saw his father hook the crossguard of Nogg over the shield half of Crocea Mors like the claw of a hammer and wrest it from Jaune's arm.
Jaune danced backwards as he dodged his father's next strike and the one that followed it. The next few moments were spent franticly dodging his father's strikes with no attempts at blocking or deflecting them, because Jaune knew in his gut that if his father could pry off his shield by using Nogg's crossguard like a hook that easily then any attempt to block or deflect with his sword would just result in losing his weapon.
A jump to avoid a vertical swing to his right. A limbo duck to avoid a horizontal swing. A twist to avoid a jab that would have seen Nogg's pommel hit his kidney. Jaune's mind raced as he looked for options, and after getting hit on the hip and dodging two more swings he thought he had one.
Jaune jumped forward to his father's right and flared his aura as he let his father hit him, sending him crashing to the ground. Yet Jaune managed to land in a role, letting him use the momentum of the hit to create significant distance between him and his father. That extra distance was the head start Jaune needed to run to where his shield had been tossed aside.
He didn't try to put the shield back on, his father would be on him too quick for him to have the time to do that. As he grabbed his shield at the top he made sure to scrape it along the ground so it scooped up a shovelful of dirt as he ran past it. Then as he heard his father's footfalls get closer Jaune spun around flinging that shovelful of dirt in the general direction of Nick's head. Jaune immediately followed this up by throwing his shield at his father's chest and then charging forward with his blade held high a moment after.
Nick raised his free hand to keep the spray of dirt out of his eyes and swung Nogg to knock away the shield, but since he was matching Jaune's speed for this match that left him open long enough for his son to strike him in a leaping pass. Jaune lashed out with the sword half of Crocea Mors as he sailed through the air on his father's left, scoring a hit on the elder Arc's shoulder blade before hitting the ground and rolling away from any possible reprisal.
Jaune came to a stop on his back, slightly winded, but otherwise fine.
"That's five!" Nick announced to the world as he wiped the dirt that got past his hand from his face. Returning Nogg to its' sheath with a pleasant smile gracing his lips Nick walked up to his son and held out a hand to help his boy up. Jaune accepted and was pulled to his feet in short order.
"So how'd I do?" Jaune asked once he was back on his feet. His father pulled him into a brief yet snug hug before pulling back with his hands on Jaune's shoulders.
"Wonderfully Son!" Nick enthused before turning and taking a handful of steps to retrieve the shield half of Crocea Mors. He handed the shield back to Jaune as he continued, "You have a great foundation to build on, and I already know what I'll want to teach you this week. We'll have you at the front of the pack in no time!"
This wasn't the first time someone had praised his progress, Pyrrha brought it up almost every time they trained together and each of his friends had commented on it at least once, but hearing it from his Father just hit different. Jaune's vision became blurry for a moment as he blinked back a tear born of a confusing mix of relief and joy.
"That's great Dad," Jaune smiled up at his father. "What do you want to teach me first?"
"Good question," Nick brought a hand to his chin and stroked his beard for a moment, "I have a whole list of things I've always wanted to teach you, but, well, you know why it didn't happen." Nick looked chagrined for a second before his eyes lit up with excitement, "Have you learned any Aura Blade techniques while you've been here?"
"No, I haven't," Jaune admitted as he returned his shield to its' sheath configuration, brushing a bit of dirt off of it in the process. He sheathed the sword and returned Crocea Mors to its place on his belt.
"Then that's where we'll start," Nick nodded with conviction. "There's a technique that every swordsman of the Arc family needs to know. Your great-grandfather Shirou taught it to me when he and Arturia realized I'd be part of the family one day, and when I had mastered it Shirou declared me a true Arc. This technique has been passed down from one generation to the next all the way back to the founding of our family, and I'm honored that I'll get to teach it to you."
Jaune felt the weight behind his father's words, and as they sank in a question bubbled to the surface; "We have a Family Aura Blade Technique?"
"The family symbol's two crescents for a reason Son," Nick grinned with pride. The elder Arc then turned his eyes to the stands where Jaune's future wives sat waiting for their matches and he opened his mouth to speak again. Then he closed it. His face became contemplative for a moment and then he spoke; "There's something else I want to talk to you about, but it should probably wait until I've seen what your harem's made of."
Jaune bit down on the reflexive objection to the idea that the girls were his harem. The reflex wasn't helpful right now, even if he and his possible wives hadn't agreed to being a harem. That wasn't a call Jaune felt comfortable making on his own.
"Get some water and send Team RWBY down for their fight," Nick instructed with a grin, "I've figured out the rules we'll use for your wives' matches."
"What are you thinking?" Jaune asked.
"I fight them with Nogg, and if they force me to draw Blont Joyeux we can call it their win," His father answered as he gestured to the railgun sword on his back. "That should be fair, right?"
"Right..." Jaune tentatively agreed while wondering if that was the only handicap his father was going to give himself...