That feel when bold and italic texts won't work properly...
AAAAAAANYWAY; I don't own Bleach, nor do I own RWBY. If you for some reason thought I did, then you are dumb. Stop being dumb.
Fifteen year old Jaune Arc breathed out heavily as he removed his blood-stained T-shirt, wiping the sweat off of his face with one of the more clean parts of said bloody shirt. Looking down to admire the toned body he'd earned in the last three years, he smiled as the cuts he had gained during his most recent training session bubbled and closed, leaving no trace that they'd ever been there. No scars, not even a hint of pink flesh.
"Y'know, I'm really glad I got lost. I don't think I'd ever have gotten as strong as I am if I hadn't." Jaune announced, throwing his ruined shirt to the ground and looking towards the other occupant of the field in which they stood. "Thanks, Zangetsu."
Zangetsu was a tall, somewhat muscular albino man with white hair, black sclera, and yellow irises. He wore a loose fitted black and white Kimono, black and white armor like plating around his neck, black and white tattoo like bands on his forearms, and a white version of the sword Jaune held in his hand to his back.
"Che." Zangetsu snorted, grinning from ear to ear. "You're not strong enough. You wouldn't even be able to sustain my Bankai for a second. You'd tear your body apart the instant you tried." He laughed in a psychotic manner and cracked his neck.
"Yeah, you've told me that. That's why you won't give it to me." Jaune deadpanned at him. Why did he always feel the need to bring that up?
Zangetsu amusedly stared back. "The more you train, the closer you get to achieving that strength. You may gain Bankai eventually, but until then, I won't be satisfied with your strength. I give it a year." He shrugged. "Maybe two. If your body isn't ready at that point, I'll be twice as hard on you!"
Jaune cringed. Fuck that. Zangetsu already hit hard enough to shatter bones even when he was going easy on him. Twice that and he'd probably gouge some holes out. "Why do you want me get to that point so badly, anyway?" He frowned and placed his sword on his back, jabbing a thumb towards it as bandages seemed to form out of nothing and secured it into place. "I already earned your shikai, and you said that would be enough, right? So why?"
Zangetsu spit on the ground in Jaune's direction. "Do you not know how to listen? I told you shikai would've been enough for Ichigo. You're not him. You're nowhere near as strong or as proficient as he was with mine." Here Zangetsu narrowed his eyes. "I was even held back, and yet even after achieving a false Bankai, such a power still made his bones creak from how much pressure it would put on his body." Suddenly, he was in front of Jaune his hand held directly over the boy's face. "Do you understand, Jaune? Even while restrained, I'd still break your bones. The possibility of oppenents approaching my level of power is very real, if unlikely."
Zangetsu sighed, dropping his hand down to tap Jaune's chest with the back of his hand. "I don't care about the things you care about, Jaune. My only goal is to protect you. If I had to kill your parents, your sisters, everyone you love to protect you, I would. But I don't need to. So I won't."
Jaune was… understandably shocked. Zangetsu was one scary motherfucker, he knew that, but to be held back and still make someone's bones creak? He really wasn't very strong. Maybe strong in comparison to some of the people nowadays, but in comparison to Zangetsu? He was practically an ant in front of God. Maybe that was a bit of a stretch, but that's what it felt like. He even understood why Zangetsu didn't care about the people special to him, seeing as Zangetsu seemed to to just want to cut people to pieces. He'd once been told that he was like Ichigo, who had wielded Zangetsu before him, and that's why he had chosen to help Jaune. That and the fact that he didn't want to end up stuck in the ground somewhere again.
"Am I… Am I really that weak?" Jaune murmered, now a bit depressed.
Zangetsu shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. You do have potential, Jaune. You definitely aren't the strongest, but you could be with training and ah," He popped his knuckles and pulled his inverted Zangetsu from behind him. "positive reinforcement."
Jaune began to sweat heavily as he too drew his own Zangetsu from his back to fight Zangetsu again. With Zangetsu. Oh boy. This was gonna be of so MUCH FUN! Sarcasm very much so intended.
"You really want to be strong? Alright, I'll make you strong. I'll make you strong enough that you'll stand at the very top." A maniac smile spread across Zangetsu's face as he pulled his blade back, red and white reiryoku spewing from the edge like a solar flare. "Getsuga…"
Jaune copied his movements, his own blade shooting out a pure white stream of his own reiryoku. "TENSHO!"
Their swords met at the center of the field, the clash of their energy in Jaune's inner world seeming almost atomic, but they continued on even through that to make Jaune stronger.
Fifteen year old Ruby Rose could be seen being bear hugged by her older sister Yang Xiao Long as they rode together with the dozens of other students on one of the many bullheads traveling to Beacon.
"Oh man, I can't believe my little sister is coming to Beacon early with me! This is the best day ever!" The seventeen year old blonde cried out in joy, grinning as she hugged Ruby even tighter.
"Please stop." Ruby groaned, at which point Yang complied, but pouted at her.
"But I'm so proud of you!"
Ruby sighed. "It was nothing, really."
Yang disagreed. "It was incredible! Everyone at Beacon is gonna think you're the bee's knees!"
"I don't want to be the bee's knees!" Ruby threw her hands up in an exaggerated manner. "I want to be a normal girl with normal knees!" She cried.
"You should stop trying to be a Huntress, then." A voice from behind her commented. She spun around and blinked rapidly. A tall boy with shoulder length blonde hair stood a few feet away from her, leaned against the side of the Bullhead, staring out of the window at the ground below.
"Eh?" Ruby uttered, honestly shocked. What did he mean by that?
"You want to be a normal girl? I doubt that." He remarked, turning to stare at her with sapphire blue eyes. "You want to be a Huntress. That's not normal. You want to be normal? Be a bigot. Be a racist. Be a civilian. Those are normal things." He informed, glancing past her for a moment to look at the befuddled expression on Yang's face. He looked back at her. "You don't seem to want to do those things. You seem like you want to help people. Like you want be a hero."
Ruby nodded quickly. "Of course I want to help people!" She stated, before looking down. "I just don't want people to think I'm somebody special…" She admitted, twiddling her thumbs.
"Everyone is born equal. It's what you do, and who you are that makes you special. If you've done something others couldn't, you're special. I don't know if you're special or not, but you seem like a good person to me, if not a bit shy." He moved to stand in front of her and held his hand out. "Jaune Arc. It's nice to meet you…"
Ah! "Ruby Rose! It's nice to meet you too." Ruby nodded as they shook hands and then directed him towards the blonde bombshell behind her. "… Aaand this is my sister, Yang."
"It's nice to meet you too. I hope we can all be friends." Jaune offered his hand to Yang.
"Yang Xiao Long. Good to see another blonde here, especially since you just made my life a lot easier." She grinned, releasing his hand.
Jaune's brow twitched almost unnoticeabley. This would be a long four years to become a hunter.