28/9, 5.10pm. Minor edit: Fixed some minor errors for first paragraph.

"JUGGERNAUT!" As he finished the last Omnislash strike against Axe, the self proclaimed Red Mist General fell, Juggernaut watched as his figure slumping as the life left Axe. With no resistance left before him, the Juggernaut began his sprint towards the Dire Ancient. His ailles, were all dead but he had managed to pull off a double Omnislash with the help of the Refresher Shard from Roshan to kill the entire enemy team. On top of that, Alchemist had kindly given him an Aghahim's Scepter which even further boosted his Omnislash, making it a whooping seventeen slashes. Despite his slight dislike of Alchemist, he couldn't deny the usefulness of the alchemy that Alchmeist wielded as a weapon like it was second nature to him. "Victory is a forgone conclusion, but honour demands that we fight." The Juggernaut silently muttered, the echo of his ancestors giving him the energy and power that he desperately needed to finish the game.

And what a powerful figure he was! Fourty minutes in, equipped with the Battle Fury, Sange and Yasha, Butterfly and Eye of Skadi. He was already Level 25, having taken the additional 5 Omnislash Strikes talent to further enhance his fighting capabilities. Honestly, this War of the Ancients was starting to wear him out, hard. Even the power of his honoured Ancestors could only keep his torch lit for so long as he struggled against the most common enemy that many faced on the battlefield, fatigue. Mental fatigue, to be precise.

How long had it been? How long had it been seen he last saw the sea? How long had it been since he last properly offered incense to his Ancestors? How long had it been, since he was forced to pick up his blade to fight for a war that was not his own to fight? For how long had he fought, with no conclusion in sight ever since his entrance into the war? And how long had it been since he last carved another mask as a vessel for the souls of his Ancestors should his current one fail?

With unrestrained fury, Juggernaut began to dash forward, using the Flutter ability of the Butterfly to quicken his pace and reach the exposed Ancient, beginning the gruelling process of hacking into the Dire Ancient for what had to be the umpteenth time.

LINE BREAK

He glanced around the futuristic looking airship, as he woke up from his short nap. Damm, the memories of the War had still not gone away, despite him trying to make a new home here in Remnant. He grimaced, wishing that the memories of ages past that still haunted him would go away. A quick look at his sheathed swords let him know that his two swords were still there sitting right next to him, along with his bag of clothes and other necessities.

"Attention, we have arrived at Beacon Academy." He took up one of the two swords that he used, unsheathing asingle inch of it as he admired the Blackened Edge of the Bladekeeper. The sharper edge was a black substance of sorts that seemed to suck all light in, as it constantly shifted around the sharper edge of the blade. The less sharp edge had also been tempered with a red metal of sorts that the blacksmith whom made this had neglected to tell what the metal was. However, it still cut through almost everything like hot butter, so he supposed that it was all good. Sheathing it, he glanced at the other sword that was sheathed as well. He had never really found a proper use for the Serrakura, it being perhaps the sharpest blade in his arsenal. It was the sword itself that was a work of art, not the person who wielded it making it a piece of art in this case unless the person had the skill to wield it as such. A pink hue, resembling the shade of cherry blossoms coated the sharp serrated edge of the blade, and always left a pinkish afterimage of cherry blossoms everytime he performed an attack with it. He remembered the exact words that the blacksmith had said when the Serrakura had finally finished being tempered. "Here, at last, is a killing kind of beauty." He couldn't find an argument against that, to be honest. Sighing, he began to slowly walk towards the Academy.

"Beacon, huh? It seems... somewhat excessively large." Despite having spent eons fighting for pointless victories over and over again, Yunero could not help but take up his blades once more, not when there was such foul creatures of darkness that existed. Yet, few of those creatures could compare to the likes of Balanar and Viper who'd joined the war with motives of their own.

Balanar was the sole survivor of his people, just like him. Despite his bright personality, Ezalor had committed mass genocide and killed off all of Balanar's people but Balanar himself as said Nightstalker was able to resist the light. Now, he sought revenge against the one that had killed his kin. Viper on the other hand, was merely seeking a way home after a poor fool had accidentally summoned him from the Nether Reaches. Those two were the ones that he could admittedly relate to the most, since they had suffered similar pasts. Torn away from their kin and place, with no place nor purpose. Well, except for Viper who wished to return to the Nether Reaches.

An explosion somewhere interrupted his thoughts, making him look up as he gathered his two weapons to place them at the left side of his waist. By the looks of it, it was caused by dust. And not just any dust. High grade fire dust that many would be hard pressed to get. Perhaps someone had failed to properly store their dust, resulting in such an explosion. Picking up his small bag, he walked towards the scene, where a white haired girl and another one in a red cape seemed to be arguing with each other. Huh, it was probably better to not get involved.

As he turned away, his eye caught another girl, slowly walking towards them with her footsteps surprisingly being masked. If there was a distinct trait, it would be the bow that seat neatly on her head. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel as if the bow had moved ever so slightly for a second there. There was definitely something that she was hiding, but everybody had secrets that they didn't want to reveal, even himself. What he had experienced would be enough to scar even the most sane of people, and he didn't want to have others share his burdens other than those who actively participated in the war.

"Hey, I said I was sorry, princess!" It seemed like the younger girl had somewhat of a short fuse and got fed up with the white haired girl.

"It's heiress, actually." Well, that would explain her mannerisms. Yunero thought as the black haired girl chose to step in, holding the vial of fire dust that had not been properly capped. Especially since she carried herself in a refined and elegant way that only people of high stature tend to do. He grimaced slightly, as he remembered the other Juggernauts who were higher up in the food chain acting like that before his exile. Thankfully, the Elders had not tolerated such actions and had them punished severely. "Weiss Schnee, Heiress of the Schnee Dust Company."

The now identified Weiss managed to pull off a dignified look somehow. "Finally, some recognition!" Unfortunately, bow girl had more to say.

"The same company infamous for its controversial labour forces and questionable business partners." At that statement, Weiss couldn't help but splutter as she was dealt a critical blow and caught off guard. Obviously, she hadn't learnt how to deal with such blunt criticism to her family and birthright. Well, it was always fun to see someone of higher status being outwitted in a battle of words and knocked down a peg, especially if they deserved it.

As amusing as it was to continue watching, he didn't wish to be late and started walking towards wherever the gathering point was. Four years at Beacon would certainly prove to be interesting.

He took that statement back almost instantly as he walked into the auditorium, he was already being watched from behind as he walked into the auditorium. If there was one thing he didn't like, it was being watched.

LINE BREAK

Pyrrha Nikos looked around the auditorium. It was full of three general groups of people. The first were the boys that seemed to be there just for the sake of ogling at girls whose combat outfits revealed a bit of skin. She scoffed at that attitude, just a bit of skin was already enough to drive the hot blooded insane. A few boys had gathered the courage to try and corner her. Keyword being tried. She wasn't nicknamed the Invincible Girl for nothing after all. The second group were those that appeared to be nervous more than anything. Well, at least she could understand those. Beacon had some ridiculous standards after all. The last were the truly capable ones but fewer in numbers. Those who seemed to be relaxed and confident more than anything and what they portrayed was definitely obviously not for show. But so far, no individual figure had caught her eye so far. Then He stepped into the auditorium.

Since she was closer to the back, she was able to observe him carefully from behind. Beside him was a seemingly nervous girl who wielded a large scythe that was larger than herself, and the boy himself was nervous by the looks of it. Perhaps that could be changed. Then another guy entered the auditorium, and she knew that he meant business

Pyrrha mentally groaned in disappointment as she found the one person that could have potentially been a good person to pair up with for the rest of the four years. Oh well, at least there was the other guy who seemed to be able to handle himself by the looks of the two swords on his waist. The one thing that she had to admit was the fact that both had someone managed to blend into a crowd of people despite their height. She could only hope that she would be able to find either of them during initiation. Still, she could't help but feel that someone was watching her. Must be one of those boys.

LINE BREAK

Within seconds, he had managed to escape the vision of the girl that had been watching him. He didn't want her watching him anymore, despite him not wearing anything that would make him stand out, not even the mask that housed his honoured ancestors. Making his way through the crowd of hopeful initiates, he managed to find a spot near the back, a few spots away from where the red haired girl stood. Immediately, he recognized her as Pyrrha Nikos, the four time Champion of the Mistral Regional Championships. He had heard of her, but he didn't think that she was the one that was watching him. It had probably been far too long since he mingled with such a large crowd of people, and his social skills weren't exactly the best thing.

His eye twitched again, as he felt someone else watching him again. What was it with people watching him? He was starting to get mildly annoyed, but decided that against trying to blend in again. After all, it was pointless with the auditorium filling up and leaving him with little to no space to move freely. Turning his head back, his bright yellow eyes immediately met with another pair of eerily similar eyes, but it held curiousity more than anything. It took him another second to realise that it was the same girl as before; the one who had embarrassed the Schnee.

A cough interrupted his current thoughts, making him look up at the stage. A bespectacled man stood up there, keeping a poker face as he analyzed the people there. "I'll keep this brief." He began. " You have traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction." Yunero clenched his fist at that, it struck far too close to home. What purpose did he have, when his kin had vanished beneath the seas and he was all that was left of the Isle of Masks? What direction could he choose to go, other than forward and face a future that revolved around fighting? At least he would be putting the techniques of his kind to good use.

Calming himself quickly, he managed to hear the next words of the Headmaster. "You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." First step huh? He had already taken the first step, to defy that single Lord that resulted in his exile from the Isle of Masks. If only the Headmaster knew of his past... unfortunately, some details were simply not meant to be shared.

As he began to slowly weave his way through the stunned crowd to the locker room, he felt someone bump into him, another male, who was almost as tall as him, just short of a few centimeters. "Ah, I'm sorry."

"It's alright." As he was about to walk off, the blond extended a hand.

"My name's Jaune Arc, nice to meet you." He smiled thinly, perhaps it would be good to find a friend amongst the warriors. He had not made a single friend despite being in this world for a few years now, and his only friends were all but gone now.

"Yunero Jugg, nice to meet you." He had chosen to take up that last name, as it was a reminder of the title that he had rightfully earned through trial of combat. That title itself was the reason why his name had become well-known in his world, before the War.

"Yunero, huh? Are you from Mistral?"

"Yes."

"Where are you going?"

"To take a shower and change. Did you not hear what the Professor said?"

"Oh, right." Yunero, at that moment, wondered how Jaune was going to survive initiation. He seemed to be mostly clueless about his surroundings and that was a bad thing, especially when he was going to enter a forest full of Grim. "Do you know where is the locker room?" At that single moment, Yunero really wanted to introduce his palm to his face. Not even the Crystal Maiden came close to being this dense.

Locker Room

After taking a quick shower to cleanse himself, he put on a simple outfit for bed, a pair of shorts and a white shirt that was strained partially due to his build. Sitting down on one of the benches, Yunero chose to wait for Jaune, seeing how the poor boy couldn't read signs to find his way. "Hey, Yunero." Hearing Jaune's awkward voice, he turned to the direction of him, only to be greeted with a sight that gave him an almost irresistible urge to introduce his palm to his face for the second time of the day.

"Jaune Arc. What are you wearing?"

"Er... a onsie?" Getting up to his locker, Yunero quickly dug out a spare shirt that he had and another pair of shorts.

"Change into this." The stern look by Yunero made sure that there was no argument, and he watched with satisfaction as Jaune quickly changed out of that horrible nightmare,

Auditorium

"Why are the girls looking at us like that?"

Yunero couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow. "You seriously don't know? Do you not have a single bit of contact with females?"

"Well, I do have seven sisters but I don't have any female contact other than with them and my mother." Yunero nodded his head in an almost sage like manner, seems like his sisters tried to keep him sheltered.

"Seems like you need a bit of education. Perhaps we'll talk more about this tomorrow. Sleep is more important right now." Finding a spot, Yunero sat down and shifted into a meditative posture, while Jaune looked partially confused as the blond knight sat down next to him. "I'll be meditating. Do not try to disturb me." Nodding his head, Jaune began to prepare himself for bed, stealing glances at Yunero who seemed to have stopped moving completely. Honestly, this was a weird way to start a friendship. Lying down, he looked up at the auditorium ceiling, not noticing how his eyelids started to become heavier and heavier. Perhaps he should close them. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea...

A/N: This was a side project that I found in my old phone, it's from two to three years back, in case you guys are curious. I believe this was written because of my fondness of the game, and how I found RWBY to be an intriguing anime that could be easily shifted to fit in crossovers much more easily than many other animes. Anyway, I don't have too much to say about this fanfic, apart from the fact that I'm admittedly tempted to continue this fanfic and my Highschool DXD crossover one at the same time. With the new addition of Grimstroke and more lore into Dota 2 recently through The Dueling Fates (Valve Lords, if you are reading this, pls give more lore), I find it fit to finally upload this.

Also don't worry, I should be able to finish up the next chapter of my Highschool DxD story within a week or so.

Hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter and leave a review if you guys think that I should continue this! Feel free to PM me if you want. I am only a amateur at this shit btw.

On that note, peace out mofos!

322n(Ya friendly asian)