Arc of Chaldea

Chapter 1: Homecoming

A faint, muffled voice could barely be heard as the dense mist enveloping Jaune's mind began to dissipate. "Nora, could you please tone it down? Your fearless leader needs more sleep," came his exhausted plea, emerging weakly from his lips. Responding to his request, an unknown voice softly replied, "I'm afraid I can't do that."

In an instant, Jaune's weariness dissipated, replaced by a renewed sense of alertness. His senses sharpened, bringing his surroundings into focus. Before him stood a young man in a doctor's coat, gazing down at him with a blend of surprise and concern.

"Who are you?" Jaune inquired, gradually pulling himself up from the ground. "And, more importantly, where am I?"

"I am Romani Archaman, and you are currently within the headquarters of the esteemed Chaldea Security Organization," Romani responded, his voice carrying a note of reassurance. "You must be the latest candidate for the role of Master," he added, his words met with a bewildered expression.

Puzzled by the situation, Jaune asked with a hint of frustration, Why did you just call me a master candidate, and more importantly, how did I get here?" These questions lead to Romani having a confused look on his own face. "How about I answer your questions at the medical office" responded Dr. Roman as he guided Jaune towards the office.

Amidst the thoughts in his mind, Jaune couldn't help but wonder, "Of all the days to relive that memory, why did it have to be today? Is it because I'm back in Remnant?"

Interrupting his memories, the disembodied voice of the Count of Monte Cristo interjected, "Did you say something, Master?"

Startled, Jaune replied, "No, just reliving old memories, my friend."

The Count of Monte Cristo accepted his response and further asked, "Very well, Master. Beacon should be approaching soon, correct?"

"Yes, Count. We should arrive there in mere moments," Jaune affirmed, a slight tinge of unease creeping into his voice. He couldn't help but wonder how those he once knew would perceive him if they learned of his trials and the choices he had made. Would they reject him, disregarding his existence? These incessant thoughts had plagued him ever since he had been unexpectedly ray shifted back to Remnant. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his thoughts, determined to maintain composure as he disembarked from the bullhead. It felt like an eternity since he had last set foot here. At times, doubt had clouded his mind, making him question whether he would ever return.

Quickly making his way toward the cafeteria, his steps were interrupted by the ringing of his scroll. Glancing down, he saw it was from Nora. Taking a moment to compose himself before answering he closed his eyes as emotions threatened to overwhelm him. "Hello Nora, what's up?" he answered, a faint smile forming on his face as tears formed in his eyes.

"Fearless leader, where are you?" wailed Nora.

"I was in Vale, getting some supplies I needed. Sorry for worrying you," Jaune explained, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Oh, are you back at Beacon?" Nora eagerly inquired.

"Yes, I just got off the airship," Jaune began before being swiftly interrupted.

"Well, get your butt over to the cafeteria. We're eating lunch, and your plate is looking rather appealing," Nora playfully insisted.

"Nora, please don't eat my food," Jaune replied with a resigned tone. "I'll be right there." He quickened his pace, entering the cafeteria. As he settled into his customary seat and gave a smile and greeting to his surrounding friends, a wave of comfort and emotion washed over him. In the background, he caught snippets of Nora's latest bizarre dream.