Prologue: New Career

On the Planet known as Remnant, a world filled with life and powers known as Aura and semblance. 

Including the four kingdoms of the world... Where people were trained to become huntsmen and huntresses fighting against grim known as Grimm..

At I have a certain family known as the Arc family, Jaune Arc the weakest or so-called talentless brother of the family.

Jaune Arc at the age of 7 was playing with a toy of cars seeing a love cars In the backyard on the house. 

Young Jaune: I love car so much!!

Toria Arc the 2nd oldest sister alongside Zeta Arc the 1st old sister, Alice Arc the the 3rd young  and Celtie Arc the 4th young sister were outside trending until they saw John playing with the boys in the car snickering at him.

Toria Arc: how pathetic..

Zeta Arc: our family will never train you. Now you're playing with stupid toy cars!!

Alice Arc: Yeah right.. you don't deserve to be huntsman!!

Feeling the sting of their words, Jaune looked up from his toys, frustration boiling inside him. He had always dreamed of being a Huntsman, a protector of the innocent against the Grimm. But instead of encouragement, he was met with ridicule from his own family.

Young Jaune: (defiantly) One day, I'll prove you all wrong! I'll be a hero!

Celtie Arc: (rolling her eyes) Keep dreaming, little brother. You'll never be good enough.

With that, Jaune turned back to his toys, his heart heavy but his resolve growing stronger. He would not let his family's dismissal deter him. He would find a way to prove himself, even if it meant forging his own path.

As the years passed, Jaune now at the age of 17 as a young adult, he gave up on his dream of becoming a huntsman, seeing that he was always being belittled by his mom and dad, those harsh words.

Jonathan Wheeler Archer (his father): sorry son but you cannot be honest man. It's too dangerous!!

July Arc (his mother): find yourself another career choice..

Jaune Arc, Who is now a young adult realize that being a huntsman was just a pipe dream. Now he had a new career as a maintenance auto maintenance for cars that are broken down or need some replacement parts sure. It was a minim hour wage job but luckily he was getting paid a lot of lean. 

Raggedy: nice job kiddo. I have to admit you got potential when it comes for automobiles!!

Jaune: thanks Mr. Rust.. thanks for the compliments..

Raggedy: Hey kid, why you down the dumps...??

Jaune: It's just because my family never trains me for me to become a huntsman so I gave up that life..

Raggedy: I see how that feels. Trust me when you have dreams sometimes go Sky high. Others can actually lead to your downfall but you will have to believe in yourself..

Jaune listened intently as Mr. Rusty continued, his voice a mix of wisdom and encouragement. 

Raggedy: You've got a talent for this, speaking of I didn't get your name. What was it..??

Jaune took a deep breath, feeling a spark of determination reignite within him. 

Jaune: It's Jaune Wheeler Arc. But that doesn't matter now—I'm just trying to figure out what I want to do with my life.

Mr. Rust smiled, his grizzled face lighting up with understanding. 

Raggedy: Jaune Wheeler Arc, huh? That's a name worth remembering. Look, kid, your father was also the world's greatest racing rather in a tournament or street racing he had proven himself great potential!! And I could tell that you have somewhat of his rebellion side..

Jaune: Wait you really think I have a chance of actually doing street racing..??

Mr. Rusty nodded with conviction, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. 

Raggedy: Absolutely! Your father, Jonathan Wheeler Archer, was a legend in the racing world. He had the skill, the heart, and that spark of rebellion that made him stand out. I see a bit of that in you, Jaune. You just need to harness it.

Jaune's mind raced as he absorbed Mr. Rusty's words. Could it be possible? Could he follow in his father's footsteps? Racing had always intrigued him, but he had never considered it a viable path due to his family's expectations and his own doubts. 

Jaune: But... my family doesn't believe in me. They say I'm talentless. They want me to be a Huntsman, not a racer.

Raggedy: Sometimes, you have to prove your family wrong, That is why I have a bit of a special payment bonus for you kid!!

As Raggedy was showing a secret part of the maintenance shop to Jaune, Where a blue Muscle Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 was in perfect mint condition.

Jaune's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the sleek, blue Muscle Ford Mustang Shelby GT500. It was in perfect condition, shining like a beacon of hope in the dimly lit garage.

Raggedy: This car belonged to your father, Jonathan Wheeler Archer. I've been taking care of it all these years, waiting for the right person to pass it on to.

Jaune's heart raced as he approached the Mustang, the memories and stories he'd heard of his father's legendary racing career flooding back to him. He reached out, brushing his fingers against the smooth, cool surface of the car. 

Jaune: This was my father's car... 

Raggedy: That's right, kid. It's got a legacy, just like you. I believe you have the talent to carry that legacy forward. 

Jaune's mind churned with possibilities. He could feel the weight of his family's expectations on his shoulders, but he also felt a growing sense of determination. It was time to carve out his own path, to become something more than what his family had envisioned for him.

Jaune: (with newfound confidence) I want to race. I want to prove to everyone that I'm not talentless. I'll show them that I can be great, just like my father!

Raggedy clapped a hand on Jaune's shoulder, a proud smile on his face. 

Raggedy: That's the spirit! But it won't be easy.

Jaune: trust me, I'm pretty good at playing racing games... I know how to handle a car..

Raggedy: are you sure about that..?

Jaune: fine. Maybe not really. But still I'm willing to take this bad boy for a test drive!!

With a surge of adrenaline coursing through him, Jaune Wheeler Arc felt the weight of his father's legacy resting on his shoulders. He could almost hear the roar of the engine and feel the thrill of the race as he stood beside the Mustang. It was a feeling he had longed for since childhood, a feeling of purpose and determination.

Raggedy: (grinning) Alright, kid. Let's see what you've got. Just remember, this isn't just about speed—it's about control and strategy. You have to respect the car and understand it like a friend.

Jaune nodded eagerly, his heart racing with excitement. He climbed into the driver's seat, feeling the familiarity of the steering wheel beneath his hands. As he adjusted the rearview mirror, he caught a glimpse of his reflection—a determined young man ready to chase his dreams.

Raggedy: (from outside) Start her up, and let's see what you can do!

With a deep breath, Jaune turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, and he felt a rush of exhilaration. He shifted into gear and eased out of the maintenance shop, the world around him blurring as he stepped on the gas. 

The Mustang Shelby GT500 surged forward, its powerful engine propelling Jaune down the empty streets of the city. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated the twists and turns with precision, feeling the car respond to his every command.

As he pushed the car to its limits, Jaune felt a sense of freedom and exhilaration unlike anything he had ever experienced. The wind whipped through his hair, the roar of the engine filling his ears as he leaned into each turn with expert precision.

Raggedy watched from the sidelines, a proud smile on his face as he saw Jaune's skill and determination shine through. This was the moment Jaune had been waiting for, the moment he proved to himself and to his family that he was more than just a talentless dreamer.

As the sun began to set, Jaune wheeled the Mustang back into the maintenance shop, the engine still humming with energy. He turned off the ignition, a wide grin on his face as he looked at Raggedy.

Jaune: That was amazing! I felt like I was flying out there.

Raggedy: You did great, kid. You've got a natural talent for this. But remember, racing isn't just about speed—it's about skill, strategy, and control. You have the potential to be a great racer, Jaune Wheeler Arc. It's up to you to make it happen.

Jaune nodded, a fire burning in his eyes as he realized that this was just the beginning of his journey. With the support of Raggedy and the legacy of his father behind him, Jaune knew that he had the power to become a true hero of the track.