RWBY AND FATE/STAY NIGHT ARE NOT OWNED BY ME, AND FOR GOOD REASONS!

Jaune woke up early, at about 5:00 a.m. in the morning. He did his morning stretches and made sure he was tidy up for training.

At this point, he would have seen Shirou in his own little Workshop, working on his own magecraft, with Sakura and Rin by his side. Irisviel and Maiya would be cooking food for the family, with Ilya occasionally helping to make the dishes. He would be sparring outside with Natalia Kaminski and Taiga Fujimura, two women that visited them everyday or just shadow sparring by himself.

But now, just thinking about it, he looked at his own team.

Against the wall closest to him was Pyrrha Nikos, who was wearing a rather body-hugging pair of pajama and shirt, with the shirt wrinkled upwards to give a view of her impressive and toned stomach. Her blanket was covered only up to her waist, and she was hugging her pillow quite seriously as he saw her eyes flutter in front of him. Wow, she must have had a good dream for that, as he saw her smile and actually saying his name once. Was she dreaming about him? Nah, maybe its the trick of the mind. There was no way that Pyrrha Nikos, the champion of Mistral, was actually in love with her. That's just a pipe dream young men that are like him could only think of. But then, he was as dense as lead, so who's talking, really?

Next was Nora Valkyrie. She was wearing pink shorts, a black shirt with an icon of a heart overlapping with a thunder sign, and...headphones? Did she fall asleep with her own headphones on? Well, never mind that. Just like Pyrrha, her blanket was covered only up to her waist, but she wasn't hugging anything. Rather, she soundly slept with smile on her face, and if you heard closely, you could actually hear her say the name of her partner, Lie Ren, in her own sleep.

Wow...just wow.

Was this fate or an extreme case of coincidence? Ren had a partner that really liked him, but never reciprocated it; and he had a partner that was almost smitten with him; if initiation was anything to go by, especially when they were at the cave, where she sensually whispered into his ear and blew a rather spine-chilling breath on it, making him blush at the contact.

Not to talk about that right now...but he still has work to do...

And lastly, he had Lie Ren. He was wearing a light green shirt with pajamas of the same color. Unlike the other two who had their blankets only up to their waist, his was actually wrapped until the neckline, and he was actually also sleeping soundly, but no whispering though. The man was actually sleeping rather peculiarly, since his expression when he slept was so calm and serene that you could mistake him as meditating in his sleep...or maybe he was, we don't know for sure. But he had no reason to pry on his teammate's accord and behavior, so he minded his own business and moved on.

Slipping in on a sleeveless shirt and some jogging pants, along with some sneakers, he then proceeded to the training lounge to spar. As he went there, he met a Faunus girl, who surprisingly, had bunny ears on her. Quite cute, he must say. She had dropped her books on the floor, and there wasn't anybody else in the hallway rather than the two of them. So, he did instinctively to help the girl. The faunus girl was surprised in his response, not a lot of people would try to help her, much less also pick up the remaining paper and books on the floor and carry it on his own. He had somewhat a semblance of muscles; just perfect as they were not too thick and not too thin. He was also muscular in the chest department, where she could make the outline of probably one of the most perfect abs she had ever seen. The blonde that helped her also had a towel hanging around his neck as he carried some of the books and papers.

"Where to, ma'am?" He asked her politely, giving her a honest and sincere smile.

"Oh, just at the library, you can drop it there." She replied, and Jaune swore that he saw a light blush on her cheeks.

"By the way, I never got your name." He asked her.

"Oh, my name's Velvet Scarlatina. What's yours?"

"Name's Jaune Arc."

"Wait, you're that Arc? Like the ones during the Faunus Revolution?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, nothing. I guess I just heard your family name in the history books. Did they train you?"

"That's the thing though...they didn't..." He droned on, a downcast look on his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bring back bad memories...Um...who trained you then?" She asked hesitantly.

"Oh, a family called the Emiyas. They were really accommodating to me even though I'm not part of the family itself. They taught me everything I needed to know about fighting and hunting in general. From tactics to weapons handling and even culinary skills; they taught me everything, and I could never repay them in full for what they did to me. They treated me as family and supported my dream more than my sisters and parents ever did to me, and if they would need help from me, I would come to them in a heartbeat, since it's the least I could do to them. Guess they really were proud of me, since I took their learnings and teachings like a sponge and literally excelling at a faster-than-normal rate than other people."

"Wow, they're really nice."

"Yeah, and actually, there's a faunus village not far from them, and one of them actually serves as the blacksmith of the town, while the others help in some mundane things like sewing or cooking, while some are being trained as militiamen, so at least they could fight for themselves. I actually got to watch the training of the militiamen as I played with the younger kids. The parents really took a liking for me for some reason, though." He said with a light chuckle.

"You must've been a real inspiration to all of them, then." She said to him, at least hinting or encouraging him to tell more.

"Well, I did teach the young ones the bits that I learned as I went on. I taught them basic self-defense and how to defend themselves if needed, and at least some form of weapons handling, like my own katana back at my locker." He replied as they arrived at the library.

He set down her books as she set down her own set of books that she had carried with her. Biding goodbye to her, he went off to the training ground, unaware that he already had one admirer to his tally.

When he was ready, he first started off with the basic works; calisthenics, stretching, and some other stuff; until he progresses to the more complicated ones - sit-ups, push-ups, burpees, and any other kind of exercise and calisthenics he could ever think off the top of his head. And then finally, traced what seems to be a normal shinai; which was essentially a katana made of bamboo, which he actually saw in one of the rooms of the Emiya Family.

While he could draw the skills from the weapon's history, which was essentially as boon to him; he still needed a body that could withstand those things, and even though his clothing and body had enough runes to even beat Cu Chulainn at his own playground, he wasn't playing soft right now, because if life would throw a fucking curveball at him, he wouldn't be caught pants down if that actually happened; but he hoped it never would.

Well, either way if it was useful to him or not, he was still persevering. Even though he had his semblance and Magecraft in both hands, he still couldn't put all his faith into those things; especially since the downsides of Tracing and his semblance is that it takes time to make it and project it into real space. So if he didn't have any weapon with him in his hands, he could still fight, but somewhat more limited than usual. But it was better than doing nothing and just sitting on his ass all day long until the time came.

After doing a series of moves more like along the lines of kendo, he dissipated it and switched to his own katana. Doing the katas and martial skills of Kenjutsu, he was really concentrating on his swings, slashes and strikes, making sure they are as accurate and as precise as they could be, within a reasonable amount of a margin of error, since one wrong move and that would get him killed. Ingrained through muscle memory and memorizing every single detail of the martial art, both the teachings and what the books had taught him, he practiced his own combos again and again, along with the traditional and ancient styles that accompanied the martial art itself. It was the forms in which to strike and masterfully kill the enemy as precise and in a reasonable margin of error as possible. He was looking not for a perfect style; but one that could at least be as effective as he had made it to be.

After dissipating his katana, he had switched to a spear, more specifically, Gae Bolg itself. Wielded by one Cu Chulainn, the student of Scathach and the Irish child of Light; the spear was blood red in color and it almost had a feeling for a hunger for blood and action; just like its wielder. He twirled and and practiced with it quite a bit, familiarizing himself with the spear and doing the moves to at least practice his memory and test if he still had the ability to do so without fault. That would be impossible to say for one, but he did his best anyway. He also based some of his moves from naginatajutsu and sojutsu, with at least a sprinkle of bojutsu in it. Also doing the styles that the ancient style of Mistralian Kobudo, he was at least proficient enough on those arts that he could hold his own when needed, and he was quite proud of that. He then traced a few more weapons like Kanshou and Bakuya and practiced with it, before changing to another thing entirely.

He then willed some wood, a couple wooden and circular targets, and placed them at the far side of the room. Standing several meters from the target, he then traced a bow from a certain Archer and then practiced with it. Through several tries, he was getting pretty good at long-range combat, and it was also a form of relaxation for him. He was taught by both Sakura and Shirou in this art, and they were quite proud of what they actually taught him. Shirou himself was pretty good at archery; only missing if he really intended to. He didn't believe at it the first time, but when he was showed of how skilled he is, well...all bets were off. Practicing both European Archery and Asian forms of Archery, at that's including Kyudo itself, he was quite satisfied for himself and the skills he had accumulated and trained with.

Afte that, he decided to take it up a couple of notches. Since the room could be modified and remodeled, he did in a way where he could have holographic targets at pre-planned and often surprising sections of the room. A nice trick if he really needed to be aware of his spatial awareness, and he was quite proud and ready for a challenge that will test his skills and his reflexes, along with his speed and agility.

He walked in the holographic room, bow in hand as he traced about three arrows to a bow he modified in his own standards. Primed for close-quarters fighting; this is a street weapon a person could use to devastating effect if used correctly and quite preferably, deadly effect. One target popped up at his 11 o'clock, and he shot that one while dodging its own ranged attack. Next were two more targets right in front of him, in which he shot them down in quick and quite deadly succession with frightening accuracy. Tracing another three arrows and placing them in his bow and knocking the string to kill the next targets, three more had appeared; he shot one right in the eye, the next one on the left was taken down and shot point blank the head, and the third was shot in the leg, and using the arrow from the second assailant, shot the projection straight in the chest.

Hiding near a platform and near the end goal, five targets had been projected by the system and was already primed and waiting to shoot him and knock him out. He already had tried this once at the Emiyas, and let me tell you, it wasn't pretty for him at all, since preferably, those things hit harder than people who reinforce their own fist, and he was only saved by his aura not shattering on fucking impact. Tracing another two arrows, he saw a set of platforms that he could use as bounded overwatch positions and primed himself to set his goals. When the time came and the first two targets were close enough to be dealt with, he shot them both with deadly precision and speed before moving to the other position, just narrowly escaping two simulated dust rounds fired from the projections; and one was targeting point blank to his chest.

Tracing three more arrows, he waited as the first one got close enough to shoot point blank onto its face and kill it, making it disappear in motes of light. The two remaining targets frantically tried to take him out, but then he did what they didn't expect; he gets a running start and launches towards them as they fire to him; but then, he slides down and lets loose one to the nearest hologram and next to the farthest one, before doing a combat roll and standing up. He then traced an arrow, just as he shot an appearing hologram point blank in the eyes, taking it down. The drone of the system that signified that the simulation was complete took him out of his musings.

Next was his hand-to-hand combat skills. Literally trained by killers who specialized in literally obliterating anyone and using everything at their disposal just to eliminate the target without any additional casualities to the public; he had learned quite a thing or two from them. First, the Contender itself. It was a mystic code that fired Kiritsugu's Origin Rounds, that surprisingly, was made out of his own ribs. Now, Kiritsugu and Zeltretch himself had given him about two cases of Origin Rounds of Severing and Binding, as it was Kiritsugu's Origin. A total of two-hundred and sixty-four rounds in four small cases were now in his possession, with about a dozen rounds extra for him in his person, just in case something had happened to him. He was the prized product of both his grandfather, the interdimensional troll, and the Emiya family themselves, as he was taught everything that he ever knew in his entire life.

How Zeltretch and the others got cases that had a full round count was beyond him, and he didn't mind it at all.

Tracing the gun but not the bullet, he dry-fired the gun to make sure it was working properly. Checking the internals of the weapon and doing a quick rundown on it, it was deemed good enough for him. Next was a regular Glock 19 with an empty magazine, and once again, dry-fired it on his own, practicing and familiarizing it as it was integrated and ingrained in his own reflexes and muscle memory. After deeming himself that training with it and assessing that his skills wasn't diminished or reduced, he turned to the bigger guns. Tracing a Steyr AUG A1, he once again dry-fired it and made sure that he was still as accurate as before, with no reduction or handicap to his own skills. He knew how to handle practically every weapon; from knives and pistols to machine guns and MANPAD arrays. He knew how to handle handguns, SMGs, sniper rifles and assault rifles through combat drills; like how to fire when moving, how to control recoil, how to shoot faster, how to reload the weapon, how to disassemble and clean the weapon, and so much more fun things to enjoy.

Then after literally going through all the weapons he had and basically mastering it to the point that it was good for him; he then trained in martial arts, and let me tell you; he was really good; like top-assassin good, and mixed martial arts was his home. He had literally mastered every martial art out there; from the most simple to the most complex; and he had produced some deadly combinations by himself, and the combos that were also taught by him by the different people that had trained with him; those being Kiritsugu, Shirou, Natalia, Maiya and surprisingly, Sakura. From the martial arts used by the Association to what the Church Executors like one Kirei Kotomine uses, he had trained and used them to deadly effect. Even submission holds, takedowns and joint locks that were in a pain in the ass to learn, was now a piece of cake for him, and along with Runecraft combat, he could basically tangle with Heroic Spirits if need be.

As he looked at the clock, it was 6:45 in the morning, which meant he was staying quite a long time inside the room itself. When he got out of the room as he made himself as tidy as possible, he then thought of everything he had been through, and the Reality Marble inside him, as he dubbed it 'Superior Blade Works' not 'Unlimited Blade Works', because that was Shirou's name for his own marble. He was still miffed about it as he still had an incomplete aria for the Reality Marble. That's right; he just about had two or three lines to his aria in the span of about five years of his life, starting when he was twelve years old, when they saw his marble inside of him and they thought that maybe they should start teaching him about it, and coupled with him dreaming and seeing it for himself, they, especially Shirou and even Zeltretch in some cases, would teach him what it is and how it works. I mean, Zeltretch would only visit there like a maximum of five to six times a year, but he gives good insights on what they are discussing at.

As he passed the cafeteria and another library (this was the second library he had been to) as he went back to his room...well, he couldn't really describe it per se.

When they were at their own room yesterday, it was almost like a fucking tornado went there, since as fast as they placed their things on the floor that they plopped on the bed, and their things were just all around the room; even near the door and under the beds that you would see a small bag to what seemed to be suitcase; it was never ending, as it seemed to turn out that way at least. Now, it was as clean and as pristine as a mansion. The beds were now arranged and the bags were not all around but in specific places of the room where they won't interfere with their movements. Books were now in the shelves and notebooks and pens were in their respective places as all of his teammates were now doing their morning vigil exercise.

"Um...hi, guys." He said absentmindedly.

"Hey, Jaune. Where have you been?" Pyrrha asked, but she then saw how drenched he was. "Were you out sparring?"

"Yeah, I was at the training room, just sharpening my skills and seeing if I dulled." He replied. "How are you all doing?"

"We're fine here." Ren replied.

"We're doing great, Fearless Leader!" Nora reported.

"We're just fine here, we're just doing our morning exercise." Pyrrha added.

"Well, we better hurry, because its almost 7:30 in the morning, and we need to be early, just in case." He said to them, and they all nodded in reply.

After all of them had taken a bath and had worn their own uniforms, they then walked out of the room as they talked about what they wanted to talk about. Their lives, what they did, what were their favorites, what they wanted in life (that was a bit confidential for both Nora and Ren, but he could understand); you know, the works. They were so engrossed in their own musings, that when they saw team RWBY run past them and when Jaune checked his watch; it was 8:45!

And you kind of know what happened next after that.

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They got to the class about a few minutes before it actually started, finding their own seats next to each other. It was one of those lecture-style hall classrooms, with the whiteboards filled with the sketches and drawings of various Grimm, with notes and words on how to kill it and its weak points on its body. The blackboard was also filled with some advice, strategies and techniques on how to efficiently kill a Grimm, but he thought maybe other people wouldn't be pleased that their techniques were called imperfect now because of this. But it was their problem now; if they can't accept even a single advice, then that's their downfall.

Professor Port himself was...as the name suggest, portly. He wore a burgundy suit that resembled a military-esque style uniform trimmed with gold, and the gray-haired - and impressive mustachioed man - was one of the first - maybe if not the only person - Jaune had ever seen as a man being that big and that overweight. The man though, he noticed, was extremely muscled beneath the slightly chubby exterior, and theorized that maybe the suit helped make the impression that he was fat, when he was not. And the weapon on the wall was not forgotten to him. After seeing it and a few seconds of analyzing it; he concluded it was a battle axe-blunderbuss hybrid - which quite had a powerful force behind that monstrous thing - spoke of the levels of expertise that the man had on his belt. Even though the history of the weapon told him that he was quite fond of telling his stories, he knew that the man could hold his own if need be.

And also Team RWBY got in just about five seconds before the bell rang.

It was really boring stuff to be honest. At the first lecture, he hadn't really expected much, since he pretty much analyzed every book in every shelf inside the library, but still, he was expecting at least something. The portly teacher rambled on his life story, in which once again, he had figured out in about 30 minutes after scanning and analyzing every goddamn book in the library, including the non-academic once, and a whole day of headache was all worth it.

Four safe kingdoms, and that's including the whole of Vale, creatures of darkness called the Grimm that kind of want to eat and tear people apart if they need to, and of course, the Huntsman and Huntresses that protect them from said creatures.

And...did Professor Port just wink at Yang? His eyes must be playing him really, but his confirmation was the tinge of disgust on Yang's face. He knew the bombastic blonde could take care for herself - as she did kind of trash a bar full of people - but if that gray-haired fat ass did anything to his teammates, he's going to beat him black and blue for it.

Port then segued himself to telling his telltale life story - that was somewhere between the realm of being true and just being something else - and it had very little educational value, especially that he just read the man's weapon just about a few minutes ago, but he didn't want to be disrespectful, so he just listened on as he continued.

As the class progressively continued on, Jaune saw the many faces of people that just...slacked off, for a lack of a better word to use right now. Yang was almost asleep, as was Pyrrha, Nora and Ren; Blake was reading to another thing entirely, and Ruby was just basically just drooling in her own table; balancing and twirling several different school supplies; some of which included a pen, in which she masterfully twirled and twisted its direction to her own accord, in which he was actually amazed of, as not a lot of people know how to do it, and Ruby was just doing it.

Well, of course, nothing is impossible when you put your heart into it.

Weiss meanwhile...he was bugged of what Weiss' facial expression right now, as she was already scowling in her own seat as she listened to Port's story. She was quite angry of something, but he couldn't know what it is. Maybe their room was disorganized? Maybe their room was in bad shape? Did one of their team members do something wrong? There were just so many possibilities surrounding it that he can't quite put his finger on. And let's just put out the theory that Ruby wasn't listening either, because even though she was looking and listening, he saw that she let it pass out on her other ear and wasn't listening intently either; and she was always looking at their leader with a mad expression, like something that was rightfully hers had been taken from her.

And also that Pyrrha was now on his shoulders again, sleeping quite soundly, he might add. He arranged one of her hairs that was in her bangs and placed it in the proper place as he saw a smile on her face as she nuzzled into his shoulder.

Hmm...at least she was enjoying it, he couldn't fault her. Whenever Shirou wasn't there, Ilya would actually use his shoulders, and sometimes, even his lap to sleep on, and he was quite okay with it.

And a resounding question from Professor Port took them out of all of their musings, including the ones in their sleep.

"So! Who amongst you all fancies themselves to be the epitome of a true Huntsman and Huntress?"

Two arms shot out to the air; one from Jaune himself and one from Weiss. But Weiss was much faster than him and so she was chosen.

"Alright Miss Schnee!" He then lugged out with a rather large cage with a Grimm inside it, specifically a Boarbatusk, as he noticed. It was shaped like a wild boar, and was of a very similar of size and composition, with huge curling tusks spiraling up from its mouth. Its entire back was covered in thick, interlocking bone plates, interlocking them like a steel version of scale armor. He also based the size and composition of it through one of the drawings written on the blackboard itself, depicting a Boarbatusk. "Go to your locker, change to your combat outfit, and then come back here."

Now, this was not your normal Grimm. To put it into perspective, most of the top part of this Grimm, including the sides, are armored, which means you can't really pierce its defense that much, and it only serves to piss it off when you attack it. Basically, if you don't know what you are currently doing, well, you might kiss your own ass goodbye for it. But its not indestructible, as it turns out. With the notes on the board, together with the books in the library and what the Emiyas had taught him; it had one specific weakness; its underside. The underside had little to no armor at all, and if you see the right time and the right place to do it, you can actually kill it fairly easily. Just make sure you stay away by any means when it does its signature rolls, because those hit hard, and are basically almost impossible to stop if you're not careful enough.

After going to the locker room, Weiss had arrived with her white dress and heels. Now, he had been to Hei Xiong's bar, and since Mr. Hei was technically his uncle, he was very welcome there. He actually saw Melanie using bladed heels, since she used kicking combos in her fighting style, while Miltia was using claws, and they actually tag-team an opponent, which was pretty good, since they complement each others' techniques to a T, and if the enemy could not follow up on their own attacks, they could be taken down with no sweat.

Well, he'd still see her in action as she was about to face the Grimm, and if she made it work, who was he to judge it?

"Go Weiss!" Yang shouted.

"Fight well, Weiss!" Pyrrha chimed in.

"Fight for our honor!" Ruby cheered.

"Shut up, Ruby! I'm trying to focus here." Weiss retorted.

Well, that was uncalled for, as he saw Ruby deflate at her outburst and mumble out an apology. Well, he guessed that he found out the angle that Weiss was coming from.

"And begin!" And so the fight began.

Weiss dodged an incoming frontal attack by the Grimm itself and tried to slash its sides on which it failed quite spectacularly, he might add. She got herself up as the Boarbatusk reoriented itself to face her. She was in her stance, while the Boarbatusk looked at her with deadly intent on its mind.

"Haha, wasn't expecting that now, were you?" Chimed in Professor Port.

"Hang in there Weiss!" Ruby shouted to her. Jaune then saw the duelist's frown grow as she heard that, and he squeezed Ruby's shoulder to console her, earning a light smile as a reply to him, in which he smiled back. Alright, she's just being an asshole right now; her leader cheering her on but she either just doesn't fucking care, is too arrogant on her own accord, or maybe about something else.

Weiss then ran forward to meet the Grimm's second charge, thrusting her own weapon, Myrtenaster, on it. Whether it was bad luck, the skill of the Grimm, or some other thing altogether, the blade sparked off one of its tusks and got stuck in between the two massive tusks. The Grimm, realizing its advantage, wrestled with the dainty huntress-in-training, and as Ruby cheered her on, she shot a look of disdain to her, in which the red huntress-in-training deflated at the look she shot her with. Once again, Jaune comes to the rescue and consoles the reaper woman. Well, they're going to have a talk later on, then.

The Grimm then used its own force to push several meters behind and knocked her down on the floor. Looking at the Grimm at it stared at her once again with intent, Professor Port spoke up.

"Ho ho, what will you do now without your weapon?"

Glancing back at the Professor and then looking at the Grimm, she almost got caught in a charge that it connected to her, would have knocked her out of the fight completely. She rolled past the Boarbatusk as she ran to her weapon and grabbed it as she went past it.

Ruby's eyes shone with worry for her teammate, disregarding her own warnings, and also unknown to her, the intent to slug Weiss right then and there by Jaune Arc himself, she told her something.

"Weiss, go for the belly, there's no armor underneath-"

Weiss had to actually stop and look at her for a bit. "Stop telling me what to do!" The red reaper deflated completely as she lumped on her chair, looking like she had been slapped in the face.

Alright, that was the last straw for him.

The Grimm's next charge though was highly unconventional, but not as rare as it seemed to be, as it assumed a rolling position made of jagged bone and literally zoomed to the direction of Weiss herself. Weiss summoned a glyph as a shield, making the Grimm stop at its tracks and made it lay down on its back, exposing the unprotected belly. Summoning once again another glyph, she jumped on that one as it turned black and then lunged at the Grimm, thrusting the rapier onto its stomach; the Grimm letting out a large screech before dying.

"Bravo, bravo!" Professor Port fortunately broke the silence after the fight was over. "It appears that we are indeed in the presence of a true huntress-in-training. I'm afraid that is what all we have for today. You're all dismissed, and make sure you study your notes, and be vigilant."

Weiss huffed as she went outside with Ruby just trailing a few feet behind her, the remainder of their team in tow. Jaune and his own team also followed suit, worried that something might happen to the newly-formed freshman team of Beacon. They caught up with them all as they rounded down a hallway. Ruby grabbed her hand as Weiss stopped and both Yang and Blake were about almost ready to beat her up; Yang because of what she did to her sister, and Blake, apparently disdain for the Schnee name, and some other reasons entirely.

"Weiss, what's wrong with you? Why are you being-?" Ruby asked.

"What's wrong with ME? What's wrong with YOU?" Weiss replied.

Seems like he had to defuse this before it gets any more worst than what was going on right now.

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