Hurr Durr, I no own Bleach or RWBY show, DURR. Fucking seriously. This is fucking FANFICTION. Don't be a retard. Use your brain.

"You want to be a King? Fine. I'll make you a King. You'll have to prove yourself though. If you can't, I'll crush your skull and take your body." - Zangetsu

Twelve year old Jaune Arc sighed as he walked through the woods near his home. All he ever wanted to do was become a Hunter. It wasn't just to impress people, to prove himself to his family, but to fit in, to not be looked down upon for being weak, and most importantly to help people. The only problem with that was that his parents, both being Hunters, had always overlooked him, not seeing any potential for growth inside of him. Of course they loved him and took care of him just as his sisters did, but they never helped him in any way towards achieving his game. They all thought he needed to be babied becausse he was weak. He wanted to prove them wronng.

'Haah, man, it's so hot out today.' He thought as a droplet of sweat rolled down his face. It was the middle of summer, but he was underneath the shade of the trees. It shouldn't be this hot. Well, maybe it should, considering the moisture of the outside air, but there weren't any lakes within a mile of his home, and any rainclouds that would provide such moisture would make it colder outside. 'Oh. Oh no. How far did I go?' He suddenly stopped where he stood and a cold feeling rushed up and down his spine, settling in his stomach and making him feel sick to his stomach. He didn't know where he was.

'Calm down Jaune, you can just go… a-ah, no, I turned a lot on my way here, I can't go directly in the direction I was just coming from, I can't be sure that was the way I came from. I should've take a knife or something with me to mark the trees…' He admonished himself. How could he could he be expected to protect people, when he himself couldn't even arm himself? How could he protect others, when he got lost so EASILY?!

"Alright, I can do this," He attempted to keep his spirits up, cheering himself on. "Just have to keep going forward in hopes that I find a road. I can do this, I can do this, I CAN-" His chant was cut off as he tripped and fell flat on his face. "Ow… what in Oum's name did I trip… on?" Looking back at where his foot had gotten caught, a pitch black piece of rectangular metal jutted out of the ground, unmoved by the force of Jaune's foot colliding with it, which probably meant something was buried beneath the ground, or the object was very heavy. Possibly both.

"What is that?" He murmured confusedly, standing to move closer and inspect the object. Reaching down, he grabbed onto it and instantly gravity seemed to have multiplied twenty times over. He instantly let go as he felt his bones begin to crack, his skin began to split, sweat poured down his face, and droplets of blood ran out of his ears and onto the ground. As soon as he let go of it though, that all stopped. He backpedalled away from it, straight into the trunk of one of the trees.

'Grab me. Pull me out.' A strange, distorted voice could be heard from… somewhere around him.

"Huh?! Who's there?!" He shouted in a panicked manner, eyes and head darting in all directions around him. Where did that come from? Where was the person who told him to do that?

'Down here. Pull me out.' The voice called to him again. What the… What the HELL?! 'I promise that won't happen again.' The voice assured him, sounding as sincere as a disembodied voice could sound. 'Please. Pull me out. I can't stand being here in the dirt.'

Jaune, against his better judgment, wiped his forehead and hands of sweat, and tentatively put his hand around the object again. Seeing that the voice had been telling the truth, he wrapped his other hand around it and pulled upwards. No reaction. He pulled harder. No reaction. He pulled even harder. Still nothing. Only pulling upwards as hard as he could, was he able to even move it a centimeter.

"I don't think I can do it." Jaune panted, wiping the sweat out of his blue eyes. He been able to move a bit, but that was as much as he could do. That was stating the obvious though.

'Try digging around me. It will be much easier.' The weird voice advised him, and he almost slapped himself in the face. Scratch that. He did. He felt so stupid.

After ten minutes of constant digging, he was able to expose more of the object, showing what seemed to be an extremely sharp edge, a handle, and a hollowed out inside portion of the whole thing. This was a blade. No, that'd be an insult. This was a real sword. Not some kind of recreation, not some kind of toy, not something to play with. Even covered in dirt, this thing looked dangerous.

"Woah."

The distorted voice seemed to become irritated with his gaping. 'Could you pull me out now? I have plenty of time on my hands, but you won't if you don't hurry up.'

Jaune raised an eyebrow dumbly. "Wha?"

'I said; pull me out, unless you want to be killed by that thing that's coming our way!'

Jaune's head snapped towards the direction that he had just heard a tree fall in. He wasn't alone here. Well, he had already known that since he had the voice of what he could only assume was the sword with him, but now he had company. Acting quickly, he grabbed the handle of the sword and jerked, pulling out the handle and about nine inches of the blade.

"It's broken?! I won't be able to defend myself with this!" Jaune's shouted out in shock. Whatever was coming was big, and he doubted he'd be able to defend himself even if he had a full, unbroken weapon.

'Shut up.' The voice actually growled at him, pissed off by the Jaune's lack of faith in it. 'Just swing as soon as it comes into view. No sooner and no later. I'll do the rest.'

Jaune took as best a stance as he thought was possible, raising the heavy piece of weapon he had in his hands above his head and waiting. Another crash occurred, and he could tell it was close. And big. Much bigger than anything he could handle. His instincts told him he had to run, but the voice assured him he would be fine, he just had to trust it. As he watched a ten foot tall black, bear-like creature burst into the clearing, he swung down in its general direction and closed his eyes, hoping he placed his trust correctly.

A few seconds went by, the only sounds he could hear being trees falling and the earth being ripped apart. And then… nothing. He slowly opened his eyes to peek, and suddenly they snapped open and he gawked. In front of him lay pure destruction. Nothing but a new ravine and fallen trees.

"What the… How the… E-Eh?" Jaune couldn't comprehend the damage that had been done. It was as simple as that. There was no way a broken sword could possibly do that. No way. Things just didn't work like that.

'Now that the threat is out of the way…' The voice trailed off, seemingly in concentration. Jaune shook a good bit as gravity seemed to intensify around him and the surrounding area and he looked around, studying the environment around him. The thing that freaked him out the most was the white material seeping out of the hole he had dug with his hands to retrieve the broken sword from, slowly approaching.

"Oh crap oh crap oh crap!" He cried, swinging the sword again in an attempt to do what he had done just a few seconds ago, but ultimately failing. "W-What?! Come on, work!" He swung again, but the weight of the blade threw him off balance and he fell to the ground, helpless to whatever the stuff that was approaching… the blade… was… oh. He watched in fascination as the white substance attached itself to the point at which the blade had been broken, it solidifying into a complete blade that ended about four feet from the handle with a hollowed out portion in the center. It also got a hell of a lot heavier. "I… I don't understand what's happening."

The voice, which he could now safely say belonged to the sword, yawned. It fucking yawned. 'I don't care. Look, you helped me, so I'm helping you. There's several energy signatures around a mile to your left. You look like a confused kid who just wants to go home. We should go to them. If worst comes to worst, we can fight. If it doesn't, they could help you. The choice is up to you.'

Jaune took a deep, calming breath, and wiped his brow, before pointing his left hand in the direction the sword had told him to go in. It hadn't mislead him yet, so he'd believe what it told him for now. "That way?"

'Yeah.'

Jaune nodded and lifted the sword onto his shoulder. Hopefully this would lead him back home.