RWBY: The Boy Named Rin

CHAPTER 7

A/N:

Hey, sorry for the sudden disappearance.

Exams are happening right now, and I forgot about it until a week ago when my friend told me to study for it.

So yeah, final exams for my semester. It ends on the 23rd, so I'll be back at that date.

As an apology, I'll post Chapter 8 and 9 the moment my exams finish, that I swear!

See you guys ;)

Jaune Arc POV

He had been in Vale for almost a week now, and he was running out of cash.

Maybe bringing only 5000 Lien and his backpack wasn't the ideal plan, but he did it! He left his house to join Beacon!

... Even if the application was a transcript, he made it in!

Now to train for it. Beacon was 6 weeks from now, so he had at least a month and a half to train as much as he could to at least meet the standard of a Huntsman.

Maybe he could get a 6 pack if he trained hard enough.

He even found a nice warehouse to stay in for the remaining month! It was just 1000 Lien a month, too! ... Well, he could live without water or electricity, but hey, at least he had a roof above him.

Gripping onto Crocea Mors, he swung it vertically before repeating. He felt a little guilty holding onto it, since, you know, he stole it from the treasury, but it's a sword, it's meant to be used!

And there's a little hint of glee too. It was a sword! He was using a sword!

But it's quite heavy though, heavier than he thought. He could only do about a dozen swings before his arm started to hurt. And don't get him started with the shield! It was HEAVY!

But he persisted. After all, he'd become a joke if he could hold his weapons for just 5 minutes! So he continued.

SWING! SWING! SWING! SWING!

Continuously swinging, he didn't even realize that something was getting closer to him until a voice spoke out.

"Your stance is wrong."

That made him scream out loud as his sword dropped to the ground, miraculously his shield was still firm on his hand though. He glanced behind him to see a boy holding onto a motorcycle helmet.

"Your legs are too close together."

And with a push, he fell to the ground.

"H-Hey!"

What was this guy's problem? Heck, how did he even get in his warehouse?

"You need to widen your stance and lower your center of gravity. That will give a more stable stance and provide more points of motion."

The boy then reaches out to him with his hands out, gesturing him to grab on and pull himself up. He did so.

Bending his legs slightly, the boy separates his legs so that they were parallel to his shoulders. Holding onto his helmet like a big rock, he swings it.

"See? More motion options. And when you swing, don't put all your power into it, or else you'll burn out quicker. Let the weight of the sword and gravity guide your attack."

Why is he even helping him? Looking at the boy's example, Jaune couldn't help but feel a little thankful. He had never held a weapon before, so he didn't even know the basics. Now at least he had some resemblance of a direction.