CHAPTER 29

JAUNE ARC POV

He looked at the Red-colored Falchion in his hands and tilted it to the side, mesmerized by the light reflected through its beautiful blade.

The blade was heavy. Much heavier than its size would suggest. Made of a metallic alloy that was 3 times heavier than many times harder than normal Steel. This was perfect for him as with his increased strength thanks to his Dragon heritage and Body Talent, Crocea Mors had felt more and more like a toothpick rather than a proper sword with each passing day.

As it was, he was having slight difficulty keeping the sword steady with one hand but he was sure that he'll get used to its weight in due time.

He took a step forward and swung the sword and imagined it in his mind as it cleaved through the body of a Beowolf like a knife through butter.

He took another step forward and stabbed forward and saw himself piercing through the tough bone mask and the brain of a Boarbatusk.

He took another step forward and pivoted to the side, deflecting a sword strike to the side.

Then he took another step forward. And another. And another.

Soon enough, he was moving throughout the training ground and dancing with his sword as he imagined defeating his opponents with each swing and stab.

Finally, he came to a stop, his chest heaving with the exertion and a huge grin on his face.

His hand was tired and the sword felt even heavier in his hands but then his Aura got to work and felt the exhaustion leave him bit by bit and soon enough he was good as new.

He then looked at the handle of the sword and at the button near the trigger of the sword.

Instantly, the Blade turned into three pieces and went inside the handle as the core component of his weapon shifted within themselves, and not a moment later, he was holding a futuristic-looking handgun with a long barrel in his hand.

He had a feeling that this was what a Desert Eagle would look like if it was made by the people of Remnant instead of Earth.

It was magnificent.

He kissed the side of the barrel and inhaled its metallic scent before he pointed at the target on the other end of the room and fired.

BANG!!!

The bullet that came out of his handgun did not pierce the target but completely obliterated it.

What was even more strange was that there was almost no recoil.

He stared at what remained of the target and them dumbly gaped at his handgun.

Then he turned to look at Pyrrha who was sporting an amused grin.

"How?" he asked.

Because he had seen what guns in this world were capable of.

He had seen Yang's Shotgun gauntlets, he had seen Ruby's sniper rifle, he had seen Pyrrha's Rifle, he had seen Ren's double handguns and he had seen Nora's Grenade Launchers. He had seen them all in action by now and thus he knew what they were capable of.

None of them held a candle to this.

"I'm afraid that as much as I want to take credit for the handgun, the high output damage is not because of anything I did but because of the High Military Grade Dust" Pyrrha explained.

Ahh… So that's how it was.

He could now understand why Military-grade Dust was so rare and expensive. And why Hunter-in-training were never given this type of dust.

It would be so easy to kill a fellow Hunter in training with this by mistake.

In fact, he was now starting to wonder if he had ever seen Military Grade Dust in action before this at all.

Because he had seen Ruby and the other characters in RWBY pepper the Grimm with bullets and seen those Grimm take on those bullets without much damage.

He very much doubted that those Grimm would be able to remain standing after a single shot from his handgun.

Oh, he doubted that he'll be able to take out the Giant Nevermore or the Giant Deathstalker that Team RWBY and Team JNPR had faced in the Canon but it would still be very harmful to them.

Suddenly, he was not so sure about selling the Military Grade Dust to the Black Market.

And he was definitely not going to use it against the other students during spars. Not a chance.

"Is there anything else about this weapon that I should be aware of?" he asked, his earlier enthusiasm replaced by caution.

Pyrrha gave a mischievous smile and said "Turn it back to its sword form."

He did so and then looked back at Pyrrha for further instruction.

"Now pull the trigger."

He raised an eyebrow at that "While it's in the sword form?"

She nodded.

He gave her a skeptical look before he shrugged and did as he was asked and braced for an explosion.

Instead of an explosion, the blade of his sword was suddenly filled with lightning.

It let out a blue luminescent glow while letting out arcs of lightning every now and then.

"Lightning Dust?" he asked without looking at Pyrrha. He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from her.

"Indeed. Now try to swing the sword at this." Saying that she threw a wooden log at it.

He swung the sword at it in reflex and the log was split into two.

He stared at the log that was cleaning split in two from the middle and then at his still glowing sword blade.

He blinked in disbelief.

Cutting the log had felt like cutting water.

He stood still as he realized for the first time just how dangerous his Sword actually was and also realized that he'll not be able to use this new function in a spar either.

"Pyrrha." He said as he turned toward her "Isn't this a bit too…"

"Dangerous?"

He nodded.

Her smirk was instantly replaced by a serious look. "I wanted you to be safe Jaune. I know that we're in the profession of Huntsmen and will constantly face new dangers. I might not always be there to help you. If I had to make the world's most dangerous weapon to keeps you safe then I would do so without any hesitation."

He felt the urge to kiss her but held himself back because his sword was still glowing with the lightning Dust.

"How do I switch this off?" he asked.

"Press the trigger again." Pyrrha said, "And by the way, this sword does not only uses dust."

He paused and once again turned to stare at her in disbelief "You mean?"

Her proud smirk returns full force once again "Yes. Try using 'your' lightning on the blade."

He looked toward his sword and licked his lips. Then he used his Lightning affinity to fill the blade with Lightning.

Then he had to quickly cut off the power channeled in it as the bright light generated by the blade almost blinded him.

He had to blink and rub his eyes a few times before his sight returned to him.

Then he looked at the sword and then a Pyrrha who rubbed her own eyes and then looked at him with a proud smile.

"There's one last function in that weapon that you should be aware of." Pyrrha said, "One that'll help you against large sized Grimm."

He poured the tiniest amount of Lightening in the blade, making its edge razor-sharp once again, and then stabbed it on the ground. It stuck there.

He left it on the ground and walked toward Pyrrha with purpose.

He saw her eyes widen as he picked her up and slammed her against the wall.

"Later" he growled and claimed her lips.