The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie silver glow over the ominous Death Forest. Jaune Arc, a young warrior with a tarnished reputation, trudged through the tangled underbrush. His once-bright spirit was now clouded by humiliation and exile.

As he ventured deeper into the dreaded woods, his thoughts wandered back to that fateful day.

Cardin Winchester, driven by anger and the desire for revenge, had exposed Jaune's transcripts to the entire school. The revelation of his falsified credentials had turned everyone, except for a few loyal friends and Professor Ozpin, against him.

'How did it all go so wrong?' Jaune couldn't help but wonder. He had come to Beacon with dreams of heroism, following in the footsteps of the great Huntsmen. But his meager combat skills and his falsified transcripts had haunted him. Instead of being a revered warrior, he became a laughingstock, a failure in the eyes of his peers.

His father, furious and embarrassed, had disowned him, leaving Jaune with nothing but the shattered remnants of his dreams. His once-trusted weapons, the symbols of his warrior's journey, now lay at the bottom of a garbage bin.

'Dad, how could you do that?' Jaune couldn't shake the pain of his father's betrayal. They had their differences, but he had always believed his father would stand by him, no matter what.

It had been Ozpin's intervention that kept Jaune from being completely expelled from Beacon Academy. Instead, he was pressured into transferring to Atlas Academy, where his tarnished name might be forgotten. The catch, however, was that he had to leave Vale and find his way to Atlas on his own.

'Starting anew at Atlas might be my only chance to redeem myself,' he mused. The idea of leaving Vale, with all its bitter memories, was a daunting prospect. He had to prove that he was more than the mistakes and lies that had defined him thus far.

As Jaune ventured deeper into the Death Forest, the chilling howls of Grimm echoed through the trees. He had to reach the nearest town to hitch a ride to Atlas, but the path ahead was treacherous. Beowolves lurked around every corner, seeking to add his despair to the countless souls they had claimed.

His thoughts raced as he considered the dangerous path ahead. 'What if I can't make it through? What if I'm not cut out to be a Huntsman?' Doubts and fears threatened to consume him, but he couldn't afford to give in.

Then, a peculiar sensation washed over him, drawing his attention to a hidden cave entrance obscured by hanging vines. A faint, bluish light emanated from within, piquing his curiosity. Jaune cautiously approached the entrance, his hand on the hilt of his long-lost weapon, now replaced by a makeshift sword.

'What's in there? Can it help me become the Huntsman I've always wanted to be?' The glimmer of hope ignited a spark within him.

As he entered the cave, the source of the ethereal light revealed itself. A gleaming katana floated in the center of the cavern, bathed in an otherworldly glow. Its design was unlike anything Jaune had ever seen, and it radiated power.

'Is this some kind of lost relic?' Jaune couldn't fathom what he was witnessing. The katana seemed both ancient and new, as if it had been waiting for him.

Intrigued and desperate for anything that might help him on his journey, Jaune reached out to touch the mysterious weapon.

A soft, echoing voice filled his mind, "You have the spirit of a warrior, Jaune Arc. Take the blade and embrace your destiny."

'Embrace my destiny... What does that mean?' The voice echoed in his head, leaving him with more questions than answers. But in this desperate moment, he knew he had to trust the strange sword.

The moment his fingers made contact, a surge of energy coursed through him, filling him with newfound strength and resolve. It was as if the katana had awakened something dormant within him, something powerful and unyielding.

The katana, it seemed, had chosen him as its wielder, and with it, Jaune Arc was reborn.

Armed with the spirit of his ancestor Vergil Sparda and this newfound weapon, Jaune prepared to face the world anew. His path was uncertain, but he was no longer the weak and humiliated student he once was. A storm was brewing within him, and he was ready to take the world by force.

'I don't know what's happening, but I won't let this power go to waste,' Jaune thought with newfound determination. This was his chance to prove his worth, not just to others but to himself.

To be continued....
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Right the first chapter of Devil May Cry: An Arcs Rebirth is complete. Enjoy! I had some help with this with my struggling to find the words I decided to try ChatGPT and see if it could help me and wow... Boy did it help. I think I'll be using it more now should I struggle with any of the chapters now. But thank you guys for your patience and see you next chapter.