Relic of the Future: Chapter 126

The accused rounded angrily, only to take one look at him and think twice. Jaune didn't really get it. He was smiling in an apologetic way, trying to look friendly, and everyone in Beacon had always called him a friendly goof, and yet people nowadays seemed so intimidated of him. Civilians, that was. Most huntsmen and huntresses were fine.

Sure, it might have been the corded and powerful muscle, the hefty pecs, broad shoulders and iron ingot abs, but those weren't special. Emerald had abs. Vernal had abs. Yang could knock people out with hers. There was no avoiding having an incredible figure when your job literally required you to fight or train for up to six hours – sometimes as much as twelve or sixteen on a mission gone wrong – a day. Huntsman life wasn't weightlifting or running either, but a range of dynamic motion that had you bouncing around on all kinds of terrain, spreading out the physical gains in a way the average bodybuilder couldn't match.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 126