Hey, this is Bored Paranoia with a new story, and an explanation why I probably won't be updating One Punch Jaune.
First of all, why am I not updating One Punch Jaune? Honestly, I have not read the manga in a while, so a bit loss of interest might be there. But I feel like the main reason why is the same reason that I hope to be able to finish this story.
In the end, I just didn't have a set plan for One Punch Jaune. I honestly didn't have an idea of where to go on it, and thus I felt like I couldn't do it.
For this story, I do have a set plan, a set plot, and a set amount of chapters I feel would be enough. 20 chapters. I feel that I can do this in 20 chapters. I am also holding myself to at least a chapter per month.
And yes, just like how One Punch Jaune was inspired by One Punch Man, Fate/Remnant was inspired by the Fate series by Nasu, including such entries like Fate/Zero and Fate/Stay Night.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or the Fate series.
Legends... Stories that are passed down from generation to generation, containing such tales of monsters, of battles, of heroes...
These tales we hear, we admire, we adore... But what if once upon a time...They held power?
Long ago, when Remnant wasn't Remnant, magic coursed through the land, and people had learned to wield it. Under the societies of the time, those people hid themselves away, the power of their magic depending on the scarcity of people who knew of it. And so it was, that a society of magi existed, separate from the populous that were unaware.
But these magi weren't just satisfied with their power. They yearned to learn its secrets, its mysteries. So they delved deeper and deeper. Until a conundrum was reached; to access the greater mysteries of their craft, they needed more power. So all the family lines of magi began to experiment taking on their own route to see which of their lines of experiments would bear the greatest fruit.
Their ultimate goal? The Root of Akasha, said to be the center of all existence, and thus, the root of all knowledge itself. All the lines worked towards this goal, this board impossible goal. Yet all magi were borne, lived and died for this goal.
Then three of these families, the Eizbern, the Makiri, and the Tohsaka, came up with a ritual that would provide enough power to reach Akasha. The ritual involved creating seven vessels of power that when sacrificed, would pool in a greater vessel until the collected power would be enough to grant access to Akasha.
And the powers that would be housed in the lesser vessels. The magi then turned to a place where such beings of power could exist.
The Throne of Heroes. A plane of existence housing figures of humanity so revered for their deeds that they were allowed to ascend to this hallowed plane.
From this plane, the seven lesser vessels became the seven classes, to house the Heroic Spirits and bind them to this realm.
Saber, the masters of the sword.
Lancer, swift warriors of the spear.
Archer, trained in the ways of the bow.
Rider, upon their vehicles, the swiftest of all.
Berserker, the rampaging monsters that know no bounds.
Caster, wielders of great and terrible magicks.
Assassin, the killers that lurk in the shadows.
Together, all their combined power would be enough to grant any wish... But just one.
When this was discovered, it wasn't long before the Holy Grail Ritual became the Holy Grail War.
And so seven Masters, all with desires they wish to fulfill, with seven Servants, would come to fight...
Until one would triumph...
For a long time, this bloody war was dormant, but now...
"MERCURY!"
A silver haired young man grimaced as his rest was so utterly destroyed by his partner in crime. Grimacing, Mercury Black got up in bed and blinked at the fuming dark skinned young woman tapping her foot at the side of his bed. Shaking his head to get himself awake faster, he turned to face Emerald Sustai.
"What? What do you want?"
"What the heck did you do?"
Mercury blinked. Out of everything that he was expecting her to say, that wasn't one of them.
"Huh?"
Whatever patience Emerald had for him evaporated before Emerald shoved the back of her hand to his face.
"Really, then I suppose this isn't something that you did?"
Mercury frowned, scratching his head before looking at what Emerald was talking about. On her hand, what looked like a red tattoo stared at him. The tattoo looked like a fire, only that it was sectioned into three, each part inside the other. Staring at it for a bit, Mercury suddenly got it.
"Wait wait waitwaitwait. Are you saying that you think I had something to do with this?"
Emerald nodded.
"Isn't it usually?"
Mercury held up his hands.
"Okay, you got me there. But listen, and I'm being completely truthfully honest, I have no idea where or how that got there."
Emerald raised an eyebrow.
"Really?"
Mercury nodded.
"Really, believe me. I went to sleep with that hand being clean, and now look at it."
Emerald stared at him for a bit before shaking her hand and walking off. Still, Mercury had to get off a final word.
"Be sure to cover that thing. Seems pretty unique in our line of work."
That was when Emerald threw a pillow at him.
Junior Huang rubbed his chin as he sat at his desk, looking at the red tattoo that appeared on his hand. It looked like a bear's claw, the claws and the paw prints looking like three separate . He then looked at the bottle of liquor that he had drank the night after. Then he made his decision.
"Hey, tell the people who are selling Rick's Terrific Liquor that we're not buying from them anymore." Junior said to the person on the phone as he tossed the bottle of liquor in the garbage.
Seriously, only low quality alcohol could have made have made him get such an ugly tattoo.
Sun Wukong was staring at his hand, his tail idly swishing behind him as he tried to think of a way that he managed to get a tattoo on the ship that he was currently on. Not to mention why he decided to. He already promised himself he would never drink.
One piece of blackmail in Neptune's inventory was one too many for his taste.
As far as he knew, he had taken off his gloves to wash his hands and eat, because who wanted to get gloves as awesome as his get dirty? Just as he removed the one on his right hand, did he catch a bit of red that shouldn't have been there.
Looking at it, it looked like three arrowheads grouped together that it nearly looked like a lotus flower to him.
Just as he tried to ponder what other bits of information he could glean, he heard the door to the hold he was in open, and jumped into the shadows of the rafters. Looking down at the two crewmen looking around, he noticed that he left Ruyi Bang behind on the crate that he had been sitting on. Thinking quickly, he looked through his pockets to find one banana peel.
Not even bothering to ask himself why he had left such garbage in his pockets, he balled it up and threw it in the opposite direction. As the crewmen turned to see what caused the sound, he grabbed his weapon and moved away, trying to think what other parts of the ship he could relocate to.
If anyone had been looking up at the rooftops, they would have seen the small woman walking on the rooftops with a open parasol. Neo ignored the people below as she contemplated the red markings on her hand. It looked like three daggers, their blades crossing each other. Neo wasn't such a fan of tattoos, and it seemed like just such a blemish on her perfectly pale skin.
Such blemishes had to be erased in her opinion.
If only it could have been that easy. She had tried everything, from scrubbing it, to even trying to perform her own tattoo laser removal on herself. All had yielded nothing.
It was at this time that it became obvious whatever was on her hand wasn't a tattoo. So for now it would have to stay. Still, there was something worrying about it.
Like this marking was part of something bigger...
Velvet Scarlatina sat on her bed, staring at her hand, namely the red tattoo that she just couldn't remember getting. It looked like three diagonal jagged lines, almost looking like claw marks. She frowned before laying back on her bed.
Well, she better get ready for the day, another day that she was without her team... At least they would have been enough to deal with that jerk Cardin...
Her bunny ears were already starting to ache.
"WEISS! WHEN THE HELL DID YOU AND RUBY GET FRIENDSHIP TATTOOS!" A raging blonde inferno named Yang Xiao Long roared as she glared down a shaking Weiss Schnee.
"I'm t-t-telling y-you...I-I d-d-don't know...Really...Y-you g-got to b-b-believe me... " stuttered Weiss, trying to keep her composure. Though with the fury of Yang facing her, it was clearly a losing battle.
Either way, it was too early in the morning to be dealing with this.
"BULLSHIT!" Yang shouted turning up the temperature a few more degrees.
"Yang, please be reasonable." Blake Belladonna tried to calm her partner down. "They were with us the entire time during the day, and I doubt that Weiss or Ruby would want to make you mad. Besides, isn't the point of friendship tattoos is that they have a part of something or the same thing, because those don't look like the same."
Yang and Weiss looked down at the tattoo that had appeared on Weiss' hand. Looking at it, it looked like a spear and a shield, the spear in the middle of the shield to make it look like two pieces.
"So...does that mean I can keep mine? Because it looks kind of cool..."
Everyone turned to look at Ruby, who was admiring her own tattoo, which was a sword with the hilt, cross guard, and blade sectioned off in three pieces.
"No, we're going to get it removed. Come on." Yang said as she grabbed Ruby's hand and walked out the door with Ruby in tow.
"BUT YANG!" Blake and Weiss could hear Ruby whine as she was dragged out the door.
Behold...The Holy Grail War shall begin anew.