That Time I Was Reincarnated as Jaune Arc

Prolougue

The screeching breaks and crunching metal are the last things I remember from my past life. The next thing I knew I was in a new body, in a new world. The world of Remnant. My name, or at least my name now, is Jaune Arc. I was surprised when I realized where I was, who I was. I had been transported to the world of my favorite show. At first I didn't think anything of it, growing u in the Arc house was a pleasant experience, but as I grew up I started remembering things about the world of Remnant, about the events of the show and I knew I had to do something. I started training from a young age. I was going to become a strong huntsman, I was going to change fate. They say destiny always prefers its original course, but with enough tenacity I know I can make a change. As I sit here on the airship headed toward Beacon, I think back on the progress I've made. The legitimate training I went through at a proper huntsman school, the modifications to Crocea Mors to allow the use of Dust in combat, and the emotion of leaving my family behind. The Arcs have been good to me, but I must move forward. As nausea wells in my stomach I think of the first change I'd like to make. To not become "Vomit Boy."