Remnant: Chronicles of the Sword King

Chapter 1

A/N: We're back with another chapter, which is super late, but don't worry about all that. I had originally planned to write Jaune's entire backstory—you know, his come-up to power and all that—but after looking at my barely existing storyboard, I realized that... I don't want to write that much. And I know what people really want to see. Seeing an OP Jaune curb stomping the bad guys like Gojo born again and having the ladies swoon like he's a harem protag.

So I will deliver. On to the story.
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"Deep breaths, Jaune; deep breaths..."

The boy tried to tell himself while sitting in the corner. He did anything to try to keep his mind off the vomit that threatened to leave his stomach with every passing second. He was uninterested in everything else happening around him.

"We're almost there; I can hold it."

*Gurgle

"I can't hold it! We need to land NOW!"

The ride to Beacon was an arduous one for our blonde protagonist, but luckily enough for him, he was able to make it to a trash can as soon as the bullhead landed. He felt bad for that one blonde chick's shoes, though; they looked expensive. Poor flight experience aside, he'd finally made it. Beacon Academy, the most renowned school for huntsmen and huntresses in the world. He took a moment to take in the sight.
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And was immediately underwhelmed.

Don't get him wrong, it was a beautiful school, and the architecture was splendid, but when you've seen as much as he has, you start to feel less fascinated by cool-looking buildings.

"I've seen better...(sigh). All my life, I'd hoped to make it here and finally be a huntsman. But now, it's just a pain."

Jaune D'Arc, or Andras, as he calls himself while in hiding from his family, wallowed in his frustrations until his attention was drawn away after hearing what sounded like an explosion. He quickly turned to identify where the blast occurred.

Upon finding the source, Jaune found himself compelled to observe. He was still a few ways away, but he could easily make out the scene; he saw two girls who seemed to be having a sort of altercation. One who was wearing all white with white hair and icy blue eyes as well. She was very beautiful, like a perfectly crafted doll. Her scar being the only mark of imperfection. He thought it gave her character. The other girl seemed to be younger and possessed black hair that turned a dull red at the ends. She was cute, Jaune would say, like a puppy. A puppy with an obsession with the hooded Gothic Lolita look and who also seemed to have a pretty comprehensive weapon on her back. While they continued, a third girl wearing a cartoonishly large bow made her way over to them. She looked familiar—very familiar. They'd met before, and he was sure of that. It then hit him where he'd seen her and the implications of her being here.

"Why is she here, and what's with the flimsy disguise? There's no way he'd leave her by herself, so that means she's either finally convinced him to stop being a helicopter boyfriend and she's currently on an infiltration mission or"

A smirk spread across Jaune's face.

"It seems like El Turo scared off his feline femme fatale. Hah, I knew they wouldn't last."

Jaune found the whole situation very funny. He was interrupted in his thoughts when he noticed that the others had already left, leaving the puppy alone. She then proceeded to crumple into a heap on the ground with her little sad face. Seeing this, Jaune decided to make his approach.
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