### {Jaune's POV}
It's been two weeks since that night, and to be honest, it's been really hard to keep up with daily life after I got injured.
I can't exactly stay in my room every day, because that would be too suspicious considering I usually spend my days outside helping the neighbors... well, not exactly neighbors, considering how far away we live from them.
My body shivered as I remembered limping back home with my injuries and how far it was from the forest to the town, and then from the town to my home. I'd rate that experience a 4 out of 20 stars, and those four stars are only because I unlocked my Aura.
Where was I again? Oh yeah-hiding my injuries. It's a pain with me going out and acting like everything is normal... and I still remember the time when Dad and the others came back from their trips to hunt the missing Grimm.
Just as Mordred and I suspected, they found my training spot. Maybe it was because I was too injured to see clearly, but I don't remember there being claw marks on the trees or the ground. Then again, I was in too much pain and racing against time, so I guess it's not my fault that I didn't notice it.
Dad and the hunters think the Grimm met a traveling Huntsman in the woods and died in a battle against them. Is it bad that I'm a little proud they thought it was a Huntsman? Well, not me per se... but still. They suspect a Huntsman killed it, and because I killed it, it technically means they think I'm good enough to be called one.
Little did they know I almost died that night. If my Aura hadn't unlocked, I would've been a goner.
Back to hiding my injuries: Mordred helps a lot, because she actually helps me with the chores. Mordred doing chores is still strange to see. She did help around the house before this, but not much. She'd help with cleaning and stuff, but not cooking. That's what shocked Mom the most, because Mordred helps me cook food now.
The fact that the food she cooks with my instructions is still edible is a plus, too. I actually think Mordred purposely put too much salt in the hash browns. I don't know why. I felt bad for Artoria, because that's her favorite way to eat potatoes.
Noir is still clingy with me. She hugs me a lot, and a few days ago she jumped off the couch into my arms. It hurt a lot, and I thought my ribs were going to break again, but other than that, Noir isn't too bad.
Saphron is obviously a bit too busy with school. She's in 11th grade now, and she skipped a couple of years.
Jeanne is still such a sweet little angel. She's gotten far with her sword training. She's more into using a rapier, and because Dad isn't that good with a rapier considering how big he is, he plans to hire a rapier-oriented Huntsman to teach Jeanne in a couple of years.
Meanwhile, Blanchuer is still as quiet as ever. She's introverted through and through. Sometimes I can go a day or two without hearing her talk, but Noir always tells me that Blanchuer talks a lot to her when it's only them in the room. I'm grateful that Blanchuer has someone to talk to, even if it's her twin. Not that I mind that it's her twin, but she needs to start talking to other people too. In the end, she's only four years old. Oum knows what I was like when I was four. All I remember from being four is begging Dad to train me.
As for Artoria, she's doing well, but Mordred always ropes her into fights even though Mordred loses most of the time. Artoria has a couple more years of fighting experience and growth than Mordred. I think the first time I actually saw Artoria start a fight was because of the hash brown incident. After we ate breakfast, Artoria straight-up threw a napkin in Mordred's face and asked her to accept a duel. It's fair to say Mordred got her butt totally whooped.
And now Olivia... well, she's a baby. She's innocent when it comes to hurting me, but it does hurt when I carry her to give Mom some time for herself. I can carry her with one arm, but I don't want to risk dropping her, so I have to use my broken arm to hold her too. I can't really support her neck and body with one arm anyway, considering I'm still a nine-year-old boy.
Dad... well, Dad is still the usual Dad. He mostly ignores me... well, not ignores me, but more like he tries not to be alone in the same room as me. That's not exactly better, and it's probably part of why Mordred likes to pick fights with him.
And Mom is great. Even though she gave birth two months ago, she still insists on helping around the house as much as she can. I'm a little sad for her, though. The doctors said she can't get pregnant again, or it would risk her health. Considering she's given birth to eight kids... yeah. I don't even think it should be possible to have eight kids. On Remnant, most families only have one or two children, and if they want a big family, they usually have three or four. But eight is something else entirely.
Oh yeah, I was talking about my injuries. I got sidetracked. My arm is pretty much healed now; the skin is just a little red, and it's the same for my ribs. I love having Aura because it makes life so much easier.
I've even trained my Aura whenever I'm alone. I can comfortably concentrate my Aura on one spot without closing my eyes and without concentrating too hard on it now. Mordred said I'm a prodigy, which, as much as I don't like to admit it... yeah, I guess I'm a little bit of a prodigy.
Aura has been around for Oum knows how long. It has to predate even the first Huntsmen, right? Considering that almost everyone can unlock their Aura, the first Huntsman couldn't have been the first person to unlock it.
Mordred and I plan to spar today. She told me she found a good spot to replace our old spot, and I can't wait to fight her. She already stole some wooden swords for us to use.
"Jaune! Are you ready? I'm hungry!" Mordred called out to me, and I nodded at her.
"Just wait a couple more minutes! I'm almost done with the pancakes!" I answered.
The rest of my family sat around the dining table, setting out dishes to be served.
I hummed while thinking about how the spar would go. Hopefully I beat her, but if I do, then Mordred won't go easy on me anymore like she promised.
I let out a sigh and shook my head, then finished cooking the pancakes.
"Come on, let's eat," I said as I put the plates of pancakes on the table. Then I walked over and sat down next to Mordred.
Mordred tapped my leg, and I looked at her.
"You ready for today, Jaune?" she whispered.
"Yeah, I'm ready," I whispered back.
She smirked, then replied, "You'd better believe I'll beat your ass."
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