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Warning: All warnings were addressed at the bottom of the first chapter.

Text Meaning:

Normal Text: Either talking when it's in speech or accounting for the detail the character experiences.

Italics: Thoughts - typically used to track what a person thinks of another: 'Jaune Arc, short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it! That'll work.' Can be used in a narrative context.

Bold Italics: Interaction with powerful objects: The Gamer's System, for example. It can be used on glitches. It can also be used when one person is being serious with another or straight-up trolling them.

Any form of text on lines: Scene Breaks, recordings of when things happen, etc.

[Statements]: Secondary form of interaction with the Game. It's involved with statements made by the Game itself, too. Mostly in bold.

"Life lets you hide yourself from others, but death will always force you to show the world who you really are."

Juniper supported him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as they walked upstairs. His eyelids were growing heavier with each step and he gave a large yawn. His hands curled into fists and he coughed. He was too tired to get to Jaune Arc's room on his own. His head was resting in the crook of her neck on her left side, his face turned out. A right hand rose to his mouth, curled to a fist and he gripped her shoulder cloth to keep himself stable.

As soon as he landed on the bed, Juniper flicked the lamp on.

His eyes finally drifted shut and he gave out another yawn.

"Sorry about using the lamp, it's just..."

"Nightmares?"

"Nightmares." He confirmed, "I still can't get my head around it all, you know? It's fucking crazy..."

Juniper sighed. "Jaune, getting over an incident like this so easily just doesn't happen."

"I know." Juniper heard Jaune's voice, and she didn't respond.

Jaune wasn't the type to talk about the past.

"Good night, Juniper."

"Good night, kiddo."

Jaune slipped off into a pleasant dream, one that wasn't possible to achieve.

It wasn't possible, now.

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. .

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1.5 Months Until Initiation

"Come on, Jaune. A huntsman never slouches!"

He, otherwise known as Jaune Arc, could admit that Jaune's father was one hell of a man.

With a grunt, Jaune swung Crocea Mors, and he could feel the wind pressing against him. The man before him, his father, jumped onto his shield and slammed his sword against it. The two heard the clang, the sharp whine the shield gave as it shook. "What are you? A pansy who has never fought Grimm?" The man laughed as he looked at Jaune's face; full of grit and determination.

Jaune ducked underneath a fast fist, before tackling the man, only to feel nothing. He impaled Crocea Mors into rough ground, and barely swung himself, spinning to retreat. He felt excited - and the heat of the battle didn't help in stopping it. "You know," Jaune smirked, "I'm going to kick your ass, old man." Then, he heard booming laughter, and he barely dodged a black chain grinding against the ground. "Kick my ass? I'm a world-class professional huntsman, you little shit!"

As soon as the man stopped speaking, Jaune heard the ground crack, and he raised his shield to repel the mighty slam. Jaune was pushed backwards - and his arms were shaking at the sheer struggle to keep himself from being pushed back. His arms felt like they were burning, and he ached all over. Nicholas Arc was grinning, and Jaune was sent backwards by a ferocious kick. Jaune rolled his eyes, spat blood, and slowly walked towards Nicholas. The feeling of weakness tasted like ash in his mouth, and that was why he was standing.

His weakness was the reason why he couldn't do anything, as of late.

Jaune swerved beneath black chains, which lurched around him. He jumped over them, and flipped Crocea Mors upside down and landed on it, riding the chains towards Nicholas. Nicholas rolled his eyes, pulling the chains back towards him. Jaune fell off the chains - and heard a thud. Slowly, Nicholas walked, applauding him before reaching his hand towards Jaune. With a sigh, Jaune took it, and he was lifted onto his feet.

"Well done, Jaune. Well done!" Jaune winced at how loud Nicholas Arc was, but he didn't mind. It was better than being in a hellhole, he supposed, and he was a good man. He stopped applauding when Jaune looked bitter, "That wasn't enough. I should've done better; I should be better-"

"-Oh for god's sake, Jaune, you were incredible." He sighed, putting his hand on Jaune's left shoulder, "We've had this conversation too many times. For a guy who has never had any training prior to these past two months, you've done amazing. Not many kids could do this well in a few months."

Jaune sighed, before looking away in a daze. "I know that. It just feels like..." Nicholas nodded, rubbing Jaune's shoulder, developing a serious look on his face. "I know that feeling, Jaune." To Jaune's surprise, Nicholas spoke softly. There it was, the gentle man he'd come to know. "You feel worthless, pathetic, you feel too weak to do anything." Jaune nodded. "Exactly! It's just frustrating me, and it's getting worse." Then, Nicholas looked back at the house, and gave him a soft smile. "How about we go back inside, and drink some hot chocolate? Maybe that'll cheer you up."

As soon as Nicholas became quiet, the two walked in silence. They trudged over leaves that seemed to crackle, and Nicholas laughed when leaves were blown in Jaune's face. Jaune rolled his eyes, and gave a small smile. Then, the two gazed at the house before them, and the door seemed to crack open when Nicholas turned the doorknob. As the door swung forward, Jaune grabbed its side to stop it from swinging further. Furthermore, the door gave a small whine, indicating it was rather old. Jaune sighed. "When are you going to fix that door, dad?" Nicholas turned, and was sitting on the sofa, before looking at Jaune. "Maybe in a few years," He joked, and Jaune chuckled.

A few minutes later, Jaune sat on the sofa, and he sipped from his cup of hot chocolate. He turned to look at the man at the opposite side of the sofa, and he was surprised to see a sad smile on his face. "You're so different, kid." He took a sip from his cup of hot chocolate, and spoke softly, "You used to whine about how hard it was, how difficult it was to train. You'd always give up, you know?" He sighed. "Now? You're different. You always look so determined - and it's ironic. Who knew my wimpiest kid would have such a change like that?"

Jaune chuckled. "People change, don't they? We go through life expecting to get what we want, and we never do." Jaune sighed, looking away with a thoughtful gaze, back at the windows showing the oak trees outside. Jaune frowned, looking at Nicholas as he spoke quietly. "I'm still shocked, you know?" He was whispering, almost as if he was convincing himself to believe what happened. "I still can't imagine how things turned out this way, I just can't."

Jaune stared at the pixel screen that was in front of him.

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Sword & Shield Mastery, (Passive Skill), {Unlocked}, [LVL: 15 - 87%]

Your mastery when it comes to using a sword and a shield. As the level of your mastery grows, your ability to use the things corresponding with that skill develop.

Bonus: 15% Bonus Damage when equipped with a sword and a shield, including Crocea Mors.

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Then, Jaune blinked. "Sorry about that." He rubbed his eyes, and he sighed. "I was thinking." Nicholas chuckled, and took another sip from his cup, and turned towards him. He grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV. "It's fine, Jaune. I get a bit like that when I'm lost in my thoughts." Then, after a few seconds, the two of them clacked cups together. For what must've been the first time in two months, Jaune was genuinely glad to be on Remnant.

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Jaune was a complex boy.

I remember when he was a care-free boy who dreamed that, one day, he'd be strong enough to wield Crocea Mors. I remember how miserable he looked when he'd lose a spar against one of his sisters in a few seconds. Jaune Arc liked to pity himself; rather than train to be better. It was understandable - he would have been discouraged all the same. However, whilst his sisters used their frustration to train, Jaune grovelled. Silently, he'd stand, taking loss after loss. The worst part of it? He'd always try to keep a smile on his face, but we could see his disappointment.

Two months ago, Jaune changed.

Every time I look at the boy; there's a forlorn look in return. He tries, admirably, to hide his pain. I have seen many people who hide their pain - but I'm good at seeing through masks. It's been like this for two months. The rest of the family has made him happier compared to his time in the hospital - and I'm proud of the man he's turned into. But, I believe Jaune blames himself.

As a professional world-class hunter (I pride myself on that title), I have seen many people like him. Jaune was a person who'd never try to show his emotions but hides them. He seems to be wary of anyone who becomes concerned for him, but he's used to us being there for him.

I remember how Jaune was describing the scenes at the club: how there were so many people screaming in the bar; how men in black suits would open fire; how Roman Torchwick would shoot any police officer who was in his way.

Torchwick told a man to open fire on my own son.

You know what the doctors did? They had to unlock his aura - and the doctors were still unsure if he'd survive. They called it a miracle when he woke up from his coma, after escaping death a week before. It was a miracle. Without doubt, and I'll always be grateful that he's alive.

As for Torchwick, that disgusting bastard?

Torchwick seems like the kind of person who'd do anything for greed - even at the cost of so many lives. He'd break lives, ruin them, and throw them down the drain just to get what he wanted. He is a revolting man who uses excuse after excuse to justify his actions. For a man like him, there's nothing that could justify what he did, and I hope that, one day, I fight him. He almost killed my son, and that's enough of a reason to go through country after country to find Torchwick.

Regardless, I'm going to be sitting here, and I'll be there to help Jaune. There is no way that I'm going to let Jaune go through this alone - and his mother's already worried to death over him. He needs our guidance, love, and support. At least, he'd know that there are people who care about him.

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Vale

Nightclub

'Two of the many things that I adored during my time on Earth was drinking in bars and having walks.' Jaune chuckled, as he was shaking his head. 'To think I'm getting a drink again after all of this.' It was a bizarre experience to see the streetlights - and see people smiling. It was strange, for him, to see so many people dancing. After doing so many jobs and chores, Jaune had enough lien to pay for a few things, to say the least.

Only Jaune and his family knew what he was getting up to - and he didn't mind the privacy. Nobody needed to know about their mass Grimm hunting habits, nor did they need to know why they were taking so many hunting jobs. However, when someone became curious, they'd say that they were just protecting the neighbourhood. A sentimental reason that made them look reliable to the public.

Jaune had spent time with his family: from drinking coffee and hot chocolate with them; to doing too many chores; to practising his fighting skills with Nicholas and his younger sisters; it never ended. The past two months had been rather busy, and it helped him keep his mind off certain things. For tonight, the past was the past, and he'd get to relax. Just as he admitted that, there was the sight of a massive club. Junior's Club.

He walked into the club - and he cringed at the blinding lights. How could you dance in such an area? There were lights on the top of the ceiling - and they were quickly rotating. Then, they'd flash at the crowd. With a chuckle, Jaune walked down the staircase, and headed to the bar. Unsurprisingly, he noticed Roman Torchwick of all people talking with Junior, and Torchwick was leaving a short moment later.

Jaune didn't have any bad blood with Roman; this was because he wasn't the person who he tried to kill. Roman tried to kill Jaune Arc, not Jaune. With the shake of his head, and a sigh, he walked to one of the empty seats.

He looked around; checking if anyone had frequented them earlier. He found nothing. Jaune clasped onto the side of the chair, and lifted himself onto it. The chair was rather soft, and with that, Jaune quietly tapped the surface of the bar. "Sex On The Beach, three cubes of ice, with an umbrella. Please." A man nodded, and excused himself from the bar to make Jaune's drink. Jaune sat there in silence - noticing another man turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

It was Junior.

"Aren't you a little too young to drink?" Junior asked, slightly raising an eyebrow. Jaune chuckled. "This is a bar - and I'm willing to pay for a drink. I appreciate the sentiment, though." Junior was silent, before nodding. A few moments later, Junior seemed to look uncertain, which made Jaune raise an eyebrow. Junior began to look at the other bar seats, before speaking quietly. "Don't you know that man, Roman Torchwick?"

'He must be talking about that incident.'

Softly, Jaune swirled the umbrella in the glass, watching it spin around inside. With a soft sigh, Jaune spoke. "It's fine," He shrugged, before giving a tired smile. "I'm over the whole thing - and it's not like he wants to kill me now. Does he?" Junior shook his head, and made another drink for him, which Jaune thanked him for. "He's not my problem."

A few moments later, a flash of yellow appeared on the right side of the chair. It seemed that an unique visitor had come into the conversation, and he was wondering who it was. He turned to look to his right, and he blinked. 'She seems rather familiar. Nah, she can't be her.' She seemed to roll her eyes, and chuckle. "Oh come on, it's not like I'm going to destroy a whole club, be a bit cheery."

Jaune swayed. "Sorry about that, I was thinking." The girl raised an eyebrow at that, before putting an arm on the bar. "Two strawberry sunrises. One for me, and one for the guy here." Junior looked at one of the other men, who sighed, and went in the back to make the drinks. "Let me guess, you're about to stare at me or something, right?"

Jaune shook his head, giving a lazy shrug. "No. Why would I?" He rolled his eyes at the little smirk, before turning when she noticed the man from before serving them the drinks. Out of the two of them, only Jaune thanked the man, who had given an annoyed look at Yang. Yang gave a little grin, and was chuckling. "Honestly, guys need to calm down in this club, what's the big deal? It's just a drink."

Jaune sighed. "There's the concept of manners, perhaps you'd like to look into a thesaurus?" Yang gave a grin. "Ooh, big word for a guy who's wasting away in a bar." She laughed at the deadpan look on Jaune's face - then Jaune was beginning to smirk in amusement. "Aren't you a hypocrite? You're here, wasting away by buying drinks for the two of us."

Then, Junior turned towards the two of them, sighing. "Honestly, kids these days." He shook his head, rolling his eyes, putting a palm on his face. "Remind me why kids so young decide to drink so much?" Jaune coughed, and she rolled her eyes. "Aren't you a little too old to be called Junior?" Junior frowned. "Him, I can understand," Junior pointed at Jaune, who frowned at the rude gesture, "But you? Since when do random teenagers know of that name, sweetheart?"

Folding her arms and smirking, she spoke. "Well, it's not like Junior is a subtle name, is it? You know, when it's the name of the bar, and it isn't even hidden well." With a chuckle at the look on Junior's face, she continued. "I go by many names, but I'd prefer it if you called me sir." Junior cocked an eyebrow. "Anyway, I'm here for a different reason." She turned to look at Junior, before revealing a picture of a woman with black hair, and red eyes. Jaune paused. 'Hold on a moment, black hair? Red eyes? Doesn't she look like Qrow Branwen-?'

Jaune froze. '-Oh. I'm in RWBY's Yellow Episode, aren't I? That means the girl is Yang.'

Yang looked at Junior, who seemed to not recognise the woman. "Sorry, I don't recognise her." Yang gave him a look, and then she grabbed his suit hard, Junior cringed. "Sir." Jaune looked at the interaction in silence, sipping from his drink as he did so. 'Oh lord,' He swayed a bit more, 'I'm a lightweight, aren't I?'

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Poison Resistance: (Passive),{Unlocked},[LVL: 2 - 68%]

Description: The ability to deal with poisons, or to just handle a few drinks. Poison Resistance is a reliable skill - and it can save your life.

Bonus: 2% Poison Resist.

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[Status: "Drunk" - the user is currently drunk. It may be blurry, nauseous, and it may be difficult to contain your thoughts.]

At this point, Jaune was rather drunk, and he was barely keeping his thoughts to be himself. At this point, Jaune was depending on [Gamer's Mind] to keep himself up. Then, Jaune turned to look at the picture, before squinting his eyes. Then, he slowly raised his arm to point at the woman. "Isn't that Raven Branwen? She looks a lot like Qrow Branwen's sister..." He sighed, before taking another sip.

Yang raised an eyebrow. "You know her?" Jaune nodded. "Yeah, I think I do. She seems to be a bit-" Jaune froze.

Yang grit her teeth, before giving a fake smile. "What's wrong? Did you say something a little strange?"

Jaune blinked, before wiping his eyes. "Sorry," He mumbled, "I'm a bit drunk-!"

"-And I'm gonna stop you there," Yang put a hand on Jaune's shoulder, "I'll ask a few questions, okay?"

Jaune nodded, "Sure, sure," He grabbed the front-end of the bar for support, "I'll try my best to answer them."

With a look at his eyes, Yang spoke. "So," She furrowed her eyebrows and took the same picture out, "You know this woman?"

"I do. Or, rather, I know a few things about her."

"Do you know where she is?"

"She's somewhere in..." Jaune paused at Yang's frown, "She's not in Vale. Definitely not in any other villages near it - but she's in one of the other kingdoms."

"Which one?"

"Mistral," He paused, "I think. Somewhere near one of those areas - but I can't be too sure."

Yang blinked, most likely out of surprise. "Right," She looked at him with suspicion, "-And how do you know this?"

Jaune paused, before speaking. "None of your business."

Yang glared at him, "You're hiding things from me, aren't you?"

Jaune shrugged, "Maybe-!"

In an instant, Yang grabbed Jaune's shoulder. "Listen pal," She grit her teeth, "Shut the hell up - and tell me."

With a glare, he responded. "And if I don't?"

Yang chuckled, before looking at him with a small smirk. "I'll break you into two; if that is what it takes."

A few seconds later, Junior was already gathering the mooks who were guarding the place, and they were surrounded by guns. With a small frown, Junior spoke with a rough voice. "My apologies, Blondie, but I suggest you leave. We don't welcome hostiles into our bar," Junior frowned, making Yang glare at him.

"Not until he answers my question."

Jaune, again, swayed. "I am not..." For a moment, he almost fell asleep on the bar, "-answering your question."

Then, Jaune was punched. He didn't see it coming. He felt so much pain in his chest, and it became worse when he hurtled through one of the glass spires. He heard the glass smash, and it collapsed into sharp shards. Some of the shards cut him, making him bit his lip to stop himself from saying anything. As soon as that happened, civilians screamed, rapidly leaving the building. He could hear the rumbling of the stage, and he clamped his teeth down because of how painful the cuts were.

Junior looked at Yang, before his men began to run towards her, brandishing weapons. After hearing a series of clacking heels, Militas seemed to hold him up, whilst Melanie was walking towards Yang. Jaune sighed. "Thanks for that," He rubbed his eyes. Holy hell, did he feel like absolute shit. Militas nodded, and sighed. "Honestly. Who is that girl?" Jaune looked at her, before trying to get some of the glass out of his clothes. "I don't know. She just showed up, asked something, thought I knew something about it and then she just did that. What a violent girl." Jaune slurred, with an eye-roll.

[HP: 1200/2000]

'For fuck's sake... Gamer's Mind.'

Jaune grabbed the door rails, and pushed them open. "Thank you. At least, there's one person who isn't crazy in this bar." Militas spun her face around to avoid looking at him, rushing towards Yang at the sight of downed men. Junior was reaching for a rocket launcher as well, and he could hear violent sounds of banging and clanging. A few seconds later, the door shut with a loud bang.

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Jaune was panting his head off; trying to stave off how faint he felt. He was walking carefully - trying not to fall onto his feet. Eventually, he felt himself trip - only to be grabbed by someone: 'Shit! I'll need to-!" Jaune's line of thought stopped when his face began to become slightly pale; his arm moving from where his pistol was - blame his father - to his mouth. Jaune needed to breath; he felt nauseous.

As soon as he shut the door, Jaune sighed. "Jesus, remind me never to-" He was trying not to fall, and his legs looked dead. Here's a question: does anyone know how it feels to have glass cutting your skin? It hurts. It REALLY hurts; and Jaune was about to maul the next person who'd annoy him-

"Hello, mister! Have you seen my sister? She's blonde, purple eyes, a bit... over the top?" Ruby began to count the factors about Yang with her fingers - and while Ruby is the most adorable person on the show - Jaune was barely stopping himself from throwing her into a wall. The worst part about it? Ruby was as... enthusiastic as she was on the original series, which made him want to slam his head into the next wall to forget the embarrassing moment with Yang.

Ruby paused, looking at him with concern. "Are you alright? You smell rather... weird. A bit like Uncle Qrow, actually." Jaune sighed; shaking his head. "No. Some crazy girl just tore the entire bar apart - and the staff are trying to stop her." Ruby pat his shoulder, and gave an infuriating smile. "Don't worry! Ruby Rose will save the day!" She grinned - and Ruby was going to run into the building. However, she stopped.

"Wait, what's your name?" Jaune rolled his eyes. 'Really? Your sister is tearing down an entire building and you're only concerned about my name?'

"Jaune Arc." Jaune nodded at Ruby, who gleamed. "My name's Ruby Rose! Sorry about the short meeting, but..." Her voice trailed off, and she looked towards Junior's Club. Jaune shrugged. "It's fine, Ruby. Have a good day."

Ruby smiled. "You too, Jaune."

Jaune smiled back, but frowned when Ruby entered the club. At that moment, Jaune ran for his life, hoping that they wouldn't catch up to him.

He was praying that they didn't.

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[Skill: Parkour Mastery LVL Increased!]

[LVL: 5]

(20% Increased Speed When Moving Through Areas)

[NOTE: "Benny Hill Theme" has been added! Turn to page 394 in the Video Game Guide to see the music guide!]

Jaune was running for his life. Forget the fact that he should be unconscious from drinking, he was fleeing like as if someone was chasing him with a car. No, he was running as if someone fired automatic aiming missiles at him! It wouldn't be entirely inaccurate because of Ruby, of all people!

'Oh my god, I feel sick. I feel faint - and Gamer's Mind is just pure agony. For fuck's sake, why? How-?'

"-How did I fuck it all up with that one line? Yang wasn't supposed to have a lead! Now, she thinks that I'm suspicious! SHIT!" Jaune was practically screaming in fright; Jaune paled when he thought he heard the sounds of gunfire behind him.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

"Yang! Don't swear!"

No, he was probably as white as chalk at this point; Jaune was terrified for his own life. He didn't care if Cinder appeared out of nowhere, or if Roman Torchwick designed to throw him off a cliff for giggles, Yang would maul him to death if she grabbed him. Yang would throw him off a cliff for giggles, pick him up, and then throw him off the cliff with a wide grin. It would only take a few minutes before the sisters caught up to him and he didn't want to know what'd happen if he was caught!

[QUEST - "Run, Bitch, Run!"]

[Flee From Yang Xiao Long and Ruby Rose!]

[SUCCESS/REWARD(S): 1500 EXP (3x Bonus via Title)/Blacksmith Book]

[FAILURE: Interrogation by the sisters; potential injury and death. Qrow will investigate...]

'ACCEPT!'

He could hear the footsteps behind him now - knowing that they were following him: "What should I do?" Jaune pondered - what should he do? He noticed that there were a few more rooftops to go before there was nowhere to run: "How the hell am I going to figure this out?"

[Skill Invented: Aura Adrenaline-!]

'There is a word in the dictionary known as 'timing', Game. I'M RUNNING FROM A TEENAGER WITH A TEMPER AND A FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD WITH A SCYTHE!'

The boy instantly grabbed Crocea Mors - hurling the shield over a long trail of wires - slinging from building to building. Yang jumped over the building; shooting shotgun rounds from her gauntlets to get over - hurling Ruby over her shoulder. "Get back here, blondie! I need to talk!" Jaune turned around, shaking his head. He gave the duo a casual wave; turning to climb up the wire.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of wires getting cut - did he stop grinning. If anything, he looked back at them. Yang's hair was glowing; her eyes were red, and Ruby was about to cut the wires with her scythe. Yang nodded at Ruby, who aimed at the wires with her scythe. Instantly, Jaune was climbing up the wires, barely grabbing the edge of the brick wall. A second later, the trail of wires fell to the ground.

'Well, that happened.'

Jaune was becoming quicker; and he was sprinting when Yang shouted. "What do you know about her! My mother? How do you know her?!" Jaune snapped his head backwards - noting that the two sisters were getting closer. He was aware that there was only three more rooftops to go; Jaune was going to grab the revolver that his father had given him last month. He lurched for the gun, and reloaded.

Jaune fired at anything that could be used - oil spills - anything. He noticed that they were becoming slightly sluggish; but they weren't giving up. Jaune looked at the final rooftop, he ran towards the walls, only to look down at the streets below. He noticed that people were filming the scene; he stopped sprinting. The boy coughed at the smell of smoke from behind him - the air was dirty because of the smoke emitting from the fire-hot gauntlets.

Yang and Ruby seemed to have caught up with him.

They stared at each other in silence - Jaune's face of exhaustion - combined with the sisters' looks of anger and trepidation made a tense scene. He stood at the edge of the building; Yang slowly stepped forward - and her slow steps made him move a back a bit. What could he do? He couldn't fight them: Ruby was too fast; Yang was too strong; and he didn't have any environmental advantage. He was fucked, completely fucked, and there was only one solution.

It was going down to the ground.

A cacophony of silence echoed through the night; giving off a tender tension.

The boy calmed down, giving a quiet sigh. "Raven Branwen..." Jaune looked at Yang, who listened to every word with a guarded expression. "That woman is best off left alone. She is a leader of a group in one of the other continents; I don't know anything else. Your only lead would be her brother, Qrow Branwen, but I doubt he'd tell you anything." Jaune stood there - feeling cool from the freezing breeze that lurked in the night.

'Come on, focus on the info. Give me time to think of an escape plan...'

Jaune stood on the dirty floor, allowing him to recover his poise and speak, "Honestly," Jaune shook his head, "I don't know why you dragged your sister out here with you, but that was some reckless behaviour." Yang looked away - and Ruby was beginning to become even more uncomfortable. Then, Jaune turned towards the view behind him, looking at the shops below. He sighed, "Don't be so reckless next time, okay? You never know what'd happen in a place like Vale."

'Am I seriously going to do that? With Crocea Mors? Fuck my life; seriously.'

"See you guys later."

With Crocea Mors in his arms, Jaune jumped off the building. Both sisters were in shock; looking down below at the descending man. He may have looked casual - but Jaune couldn't have been more terrified right now. He was descending down a massive building, and he knew people were going to think that he had no chance in surviving the drop. So, how was he going to pull this off? 'With a sword, obviously. I already have a plan.'

He could feel the air blasting his face; he could hear the gasps of the people below. Many people were taking out their scrolls to call for an ambulance, and they seemed to be panicking. They didn't expect Jaune to draw out his sword; jab it into the material of the wall and watch as the sword screeched down the building. Somehow, impossibly so, Jaune managed to hold on - and he held his breath as he watched the sword give off sparks. Some sparks flew into his face - but he couldn't release his grip. If he did, he'd be falling to his death.

A few moments later, Jaune descended down to a roof, and ran.

Meanwhile, Yang and Ruby stood, watching the scene below. They watched as Jaune ran across roofs; they watched as he began to hide within the shops below, and they couldn't help but stand there and watch. It was a strange scene for the two of them: watching as a man descended down a building; then using his own shield to slide across the roof of the building he lands on; and then he just hides in one of the shops in a minute.

"Well, that happened."

Yang paused. She was thinking about the boy who had just fallen down a skyscraper, and succeeded to live, from that experience of all things. Yang stood there silently, and Ruby put an arm on her shoulder. "We'll find out what happened to your mother, Yang."

Yang sighed, "I know; I'm just confused." Yang looked at Ruby with a thoughtful expression, "How does he know her?"

[Quest Completed!]

[REWARD(S): 1500 X 3 = 4500 EXP. Blacksmith Book/Blacksmith Skill Unlocked!]

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Blacksmith (Passive Skill), {Unlocked}, [LVL: 1 - 0.00%]

Description: A skill scaling your capabilities as a blacksmith; as the level increases - the quality of your crafts increase. The quality and the level values are proportional.

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~ Stat Sheet ~

Name: Jaune Arc

Level: 20

Title: (The Gamer)

HP: 2000/2000

MP: 2000/2000

SP: 0/0 (Will be unlocked by ? during ? in ?)

EXP: 4500/5,760

GAMER'S MIND: "Allows the individual to remain calm, collected and rational in the majority of circumstances. If broken, the berserk status is initiated on the person. (Berserk: - 70% of INT, WIS, -90% CHA, +20% PER, + 30% STR, +20% AG.)

GAMER'S BODY: "Allows the individual to interact with reality through that of a video game, abilities range from: increasing stats of a specific attribute to improve; developing skills at a quicker pace; quests; inventory; etc."

OVERDRIVE (Semblance): The ability to conduct electricity.

DORMANT ATTRIBUTES:

None.

STATS:

Strength: 28 [31]

Dexterity: 30 [32]

Vitality: 30 [32]

Intelligence: 27 [31]

Wisdom: 25 [29]

Perception: 26 [28]

Gamer's Mind Influence: 0/10 (1 point per minute. Point is taken off per six mins after use. Reset after an hour.)

Stat Points: 0

NOTE: The first value of a stat is the BASE STAT. The second value of a stat is known as the FINAL STAT.

BASE STAT: The value of a stat without any influence of bonuses.

FINAL STAT: The value of a stat after the influence of bonuses.

Location: Vale/Junior's Bar/Exit

PRIMARY WEAPON/ATTACHMENT(P):

CROCEA MORS: The legendary blade that finished wars - destroyed lives - and saved them. This gives twice as much damage to a Grimm, with a normal damage output for humans. This is your starter weapon; though I'd advise you to keep using it until people expect you to fight with it all the time.

SECONDARY WEAPON/ATTACHMENT(S):

None.