Hello my dear readers and welcome to my newest fanfic in something completely different. This, like most of my other stuff will be my own spin on a popular fanfiction trope I see, doing my own thing with it to make it interesting and trying to improve in places that I see them fall. Will this be sucessful? Will I do well? Only time will tell, in the meantime I welcome any and all reviews, feedback whatever you have for me so I can improve for you all. Anyways, let's dive right into the story!

A lone blonde figure walked down the dusty forest path, his sword in its sheath next to him, occasionally bouncing on his hip while he went forward. His blue eyes constantly looking around for any sign of the Grimm that may jump out and try to slaughter him at any moment, he may not have any real formal training but he could swing a blade! Well...Hopefully, he could, honestly, Jaune had never tried against a real moving target before, only the dummies in the family training yard but still he had some practice on how to properly swing a blade, his Dad would never let him leave the house without at least knowing about that after all.

Letting out a sigh, Jaune thought about how his parents had told him it was fine if he wanted to come home at any time. It was fine if he failed at his dream and just gave up, he was never one suited for combat anyways. Unlike his older sisters who all got triumphant speeches from Dad about honoring the Arc name and how he expected to hear stories from the teachers at Haven about their exploits.

That was another thing that appeared to bother his Dad, the fact that he was going to Beacon and not Haven like the rest of his family. The man stating how difficult it would be to go and see him when he was out there in Vale and... Well Jaune would be lying if that wasn't a part of why he chose Beacon to get his transcripts forged for, he loved his family with all his heart but none of them supported his dream. None of them went out of their way to suppress him outwardly no, but Jaune wasn't an idiot. He could tell from everyone's tone that they all doubted he had the stuff to become a Hero well he would show them! He would prove to his whole family that he could be a Huntsmen just like everyone else. Taking a deep breath to center himself before slowly exhaling it, the young man tried to refocus himself. He was almost to Vale now after all just passing through the small island of Patch and onto the Ferry that would take him to his destiny.

Suddenly the entire forest seemed to go deathly quiet for a few moments before the sound of a high caliber rifle fired off somewhere. Curious, Jaune tried to listen in and heard another, followed by a quick series of shots, getting a bad feeling about whatever was going on. The young man took off in the direction of the sounds. Running through the thick underbrush of the forest before he saw a clearing up ahead. One that was filled to the brim with a pack of Beowulf all charging after one speck of red in the crowd. The appearance of the monsters enough to make him shiver, black smoke rose from each creature's body, exuding an aura of pure malice charging ahead to attack their target.

One brilliant looking girl who was zipping around the battlefield, reaping her attackers with an oversized scythe, its blade cutting through the crowd like wheat. The bodies of all the Grim dissipating into pure mist as they were slain, soon enough Jaune saw the source of those gunshots earlier as the girl slammed her scythe into the ground to act as a stand before firing off a round at a line of the monsters, eliminating what looked like the last of the threats before the girl let out a small chuckle and lifted the thing up for it to fold in on itself. Jaune just looked on in awe as he finally got a good look at the person who was just speeding around like a bullet, she looked younger than him! If...If that was the kind of person that Beacon was looking for than what chance did he have? Maybe his parents were right, looking back to the girl, the young man gasped seeing a wolf, much larger than the rest of the pack suddenly appear behind the girl. This one's claws looked to be wrapped in shadow, whatever was covering them thick and fluid as some liquid dripped off of the thing's claws and onto the green grass, killing the plants and making them shrivel up almost instantly.

Before he could even acknowledge the danger her would be in, Jaune's legs were moving running as fast as he could to make it to the girl before whatever that thing was could attack her. Maybe he couldn't be the hero he wanted to be but this girl...This girl whoever she was sure had the potential to reach heights of skill and prowess that he could never even dream of seeing! The girl's silver eyes widening looking at the boy madly dashing at her, shouting something that he couldn't quite hear in the rush of things. Jaune's own irises widened in horror watching the Wolf Slowly raise its claws, moving completely silently as to not alert its prey. Cold, crimson eyes staring into his as it savored the taste of Jaune's despair. Pushing his legs on even faster, even if they screamed at him to stop Jaune was a few feet away from the mysterious girl when the claw swipe started to come down and in one last move of desperation, he leaped forward.

Tackling the girl down to the ground, Jaune let out a bloodcurdling scream of pain as the Beowulf's claws ripped into his skin, tearing past muscle and bone like they were paper ripping his back apart with the wicked marks before the young man fell to the ground. Whatever poison was on the thing's claws making his whole body run cold, despite the hot blood now leaking from his wounds. While he lay on the ground, he heard the girl's scream before the sound of a blade slicing through skin and the young man smiled, he had at least saved one person there, right?

As Jaune lay there on the ground, bleeding out his life started to flash before his eyes, though it all had a more melancholy and sad tint. Every happy memory highlighted with the sorrowful parts, every hug from his sisters holding a bit of pity for their weak sibling. The boy coughed a bit of blood out onto the grass he lay on as all his memories were corrupted, the poison feeling like it was destroying his soul as well as his body. Draining him of every ounce of happiness or joy, love or really anything, probably something to attract more grim to the girl. Determined for that not to happen Jaune closed his eyes to concentrate on one happy memory, one thing that he wouldn't let be corrupted.

The image of his grandfather appeared in his mind, the one man who encouraged Jaune to be a Huntsman. The man who did his best in his old age to train Jaune in the art of the sword and shield, the man who guaranteed that even if his grandson couldn't go to a combat school he sure as hell wouldn't be without a weapon bypassing the family blade down to him. The boy smiled at that memory, of the support the old man gave him. Sure he hadn't done much with the blade but still, his fading vision looked to the girl who now was over his body, panicking at the sight but still alive and well. That was good.

This woman, whoever she was clearly would be able to save more lives, beat more grimm and provide more hope to the world than he ever could. So by saving her life he kinda saved the lives of all those people as well right? His sacrifice, before he even had a day at Beacon to make himself a Hero would help everyone else live on, besides this sounded like as good a death as any for someone like him.

As his senses started to fail him, Jaune vaguely heard the girl chanting something. Probably a funeral rite or something similar, that was nice maybe he would at least be remembered by her. Not a very well known legend but hey, it was better than pittering out like nothing, and so Jaune closed his eyes, accepting his fate.

"Oh no, now that just won't do! You're supposed to play a much bigger role than that!" A calm, older voice rang throughout Jaune's mind, the timbre of it shifting from every positive male figure in his life, from his father to his grandpa, to his favorite teachers and even...One he could almost recognize but couldn't quite get. Still, it wasn't like Jaune had the energy to reply.

"Hm, if he played his hand like that here then I think I am allowed to help you along a bit. It's the perfect time to anyways, your aura is at its most malleable form when just awakened." Suddenly Jaune felt a rush of warmth start to surge through his veins! It felt like pure sunlight, warmth and life were surging through him. The poison that was corrupting his soul being expelled entirely, the young man could even feel his back sewing back together slowly his body replacing the lost blood at a rate that shouldn't be possible but still, it was happening!

After what felt like half an hour of his body surging and filling with energy again Jaune was able to just barely open his eyes to see some numbers floating in the air with a portrait of him smiling next to them. The top number, accompanied by s green bar that was empty read 3/30. Still exhausted and wiped, the young man couldn't keep his eyes open for a moment longer before he collapsed onto the ground, this time definitely still alive, with the silver-eyed girl looking him with both reliefs in shock in her eyes.

After a brief, yet nice dream of himself going off to save the world. Jaune saw a new textbox appear, contrasted against the darkness of his closed eyes.

After a Rest, Jaune's HP and MP Were Recovered. This came along with a brief, but upbeat flute melody that brought a smile to his face His eyes opened slowly, his vision being slightly blurry as always. The soft hum of a ceiling fan turning around was the first thing that he took notice of before his irises focused again on the wooden ceiling above him with the aforementioned fan. Groaning, the young man looked around to see where the hell he was. He was in a bed it felt like, a pretty plush one at that. Pushing against the mattress he heard the soft creak of a wooden frame under stress taking in a deep breath and releasing it, his eyes wandered around the room he was in. There was a window to his left letting in the late summer sunlight, warming the room to a comfortable temperature and proving the perfect amount of light for him to see everything else.

On the opposite end of the room as a medium-sized bookshelf, stacked to the top with various books with thick bindings on them, focusing a bit on the spines he saw that they were a mix of fairy tale collections and weapons manuals, each of the latter delving deep into a specific kind of weapon, what it can do and how to make them. So he was clearly in someone's bedroom and said person was a weapons nut at that. Ooh boy, that didn't bode well for his current situation, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed and touching down easily Jaune managed to see the wall opposite to the window, a small desk was pressed up against it. The wall itself covered in posters of famous huntsmen and a few Superheros that he recognized. OK, so this person clearly wasn't a bad guy from the kind of people they admired.

Stepping out of the bed and stretching his tired muscles a bit, Jaune looked to the bed itself and was surprised by how small it was compared to him, the mattress was only barely long enough for his legs, that meant whoever used this room was a lot shorter than he was. Popping his neck a bit, Jaune turned to the last wall he hadn't seen yet and a sizeable closet came into view. The doors were open with a few bits of clothing haphazardly thrown into a hamper, with quite a few bits of clothing hanging out of the container. Looking back to the closet, he noted what clean clothes were there. A lot of black and red corsets along with matching battle skirts. That outfit, it was calling something he knew it! Groaning he closed his eyes and tried to focus, there was something about this that was missing, he had been on the trip to Vale via a patch and he had heard a gunshot so he went to investigate.

Suddenly the memories of yesterday started to flood into his mind, the mysterious huntress, the large fuck off Beowulf, he shivered a bit recalling the pain from taking that blow for the girl and then he..Died right? Or at least he came extremely close to dying but somehow managed to survive luckily... Taking in a sharp gasp suddenly he remembered the girl! Where was she, was she alright?! She had to be right? Looking around the room again, taking each detail in as he thought about what he knew a picture began to form in his mind. Closing his eyes again to form the mental image and work things out as he went along.

The girl was clearly fine at the end of his memory, with his half-dead body at her feet. The girl looked quite a bit younger than him and there were no hospitals around so she likely took him to her home, said girl had also quite clearly been trained well for all her life so he wouldn't be surprised if she came from a family of Huntsmen, who could probably take care of his body better than any of the local hospitals could considering they were out in the forest when he found the girl.

The huntsmen home also accounted for the books he supposed, the girl probably read the stuff and got inspired by them, the forging manuals remnants of when she was forging that Wicked Scythe of hers, that or she just really liked the weapons when she was in combat school. Either way that made sense, if this was that girl's room then she must have given it to him for the night to rest in. Groaning from the slight mental strain this early in the morning, Jaune opened his eyes again, this time darting around his peripheral vision, trying to take in anything he didn't notice before prior to smacking his head as he saw the floating text in the upper left side of his vision, as well as Menu and Map buttons right above his fingers, within his reach if he just moved them an inch or two.

Sitting back onto the bed, Jaune reached up and pressed the Menu button and really to no surprise more text came up in his vision. That...Strange voice he heard while laying on the ground, dying of either position said something about providing a bit of help. Was this what it meant? Giving him a weird-ass power that made boxes of text appear out of nowhere? It was strange but Jaune had a feeling that there was more to it than that, Dad always said a huntsmen's gut is usually his best friend in tricky situations so he decided to trust it for now as he looked at the new textbox.

"Alright then, let's see what we can do here." Looking at it, this was clearly a menu in front of him displaying quite a bit of information as best as it could, in front of him there as a text box with six options in front of him and to the right he spotted the portrait of himself he saw yesterday after he had been cured of that poison, this time he could clearly read the bars there. The green bar labeled HP was filled to the brim with a 30 displayed, and the blue one underneath labeled MP had 10 displayed. So was that a measurement of his health and aura? This was starting to get kind of weird but, taking a deep breath again Jaune was determined to do anything but panic, if he did that then this whole situation would only get worse as time went on.

Going back to the menu, Jaune quickly pressed on the equipment option and up came a depiction of himself, sword and shield out with labels on all of his clothes stating what they were and looking through them, he even saw their small numbers and let out a hum.

"Ok so...This weird power or whatever it is lets me see stats like an RPG, that's gonna be useful I guess but I wonder...How far does this go?" Everything was freaking insane about this whole situation but, whatever thing had saved him clearly was benevolent from its previous actions so, so that meant this had to have a benefit and considering how his life was saved from the very verge of death, Jaune was betting that whatever power he had been granted must be significant right? Going back to the main menu he pressed the Attributes section and his own profile come into view, it had a few things. First was his profile picture, smiling about something he didn't know. Next to that was his level and he was listed as Level 3, and he had 25 experience points to the next level.

"Ok, this is crazy but it makes sense. I have RPG elements in my life now, asinine as that may sound." Looking to the rest of the menu, he was surprised to see a stat listing there.

Maximum HP:30

Maximum MP:10

Attack:23

Defence:16

Magical Might:8

Magical Mending:13

Strength:12

Resilience:8

Agility:10

Deftness:8

Charm:7

So that was his attributes, his core essence broken down to pure numbers and the like? Man, it was kind of depressing seeing how weak he was, though he supposed there was no real comparison as to what each stat point meant, maybe he was just average? Or maybe it was just the fact that he was level 3 and so was likely near the weakest he would ever be, yeah that was probably it. Grunting, he went back a few menus and to the "Misc" section where he saw a few stranger options first was Heal All though when touching it he couldn't do anything with that, Handy Heal All which just seemed to be an improved version of the first option a Character Builder. Which seemed interesting but he couldn't delve into it now Tactics, Quest Catalogue and Settings. Deciding to delve into the last one he saw a few options there Battle Mode and Draconian Quest stood out to him among them. Deciding to look into those later again, he went back to look into the Character Builder section of the menu and was brought up to a whole new thing as his vision was filled with new images. Half of his vision was taken up by what looked to be a list that only had him in it so far.

"Does space mean I will have other people I can use this with? Well, this is an RPG, likely an MRPG so it makes sense to have multiple party members." Selecting himself from the list, he was brought to a sub-menu with a few listings of things. Swords, Sheilds, Sword Mastery, Heroics. From the titles, they seemed like specializations he could take to further power himself up, within a few moments he selected the swords and suddenly his vision zoomed in on a panel from the left side. Listing that he would get a small atk power up when using swords though it cost 3 SP to unlock, sp that Jaune did not have. So this was pointless until he got some of that, though it did seem pretty vital with how in-depth it seemed to go. Exiting from the menus Jaune was brought back to his position on the bed. Looking to the clock it looked like time had slowed a lot while in the menus, he had spent a good ten minutes exploring it felt like. But barely one had passed.

"Alright then, let's get up and see who was my savior is." At that, he nodded, opening the door which creaked a bit upon that, which was a bit humorous to the young man before he stepped outside only to run right into a smaller body than his who just fell to the ground with a cute sound of surprise. Looking down, Jaune smiled a bit seeing the girl there rubbing her back as she got up before turning to him. Her gaze curious, the girl's gaze tracking him up and down as if inspecting him.

"Your up! That's... Good, but how did you recover from those injuries so quickly? Dad said it might take a week for you to fully recover. Though I guess that doesn't matter now does it? Ah, Ruby Rose. at your service. Thank you for the save by the way...I probably would be dead if not for you." The girl, now identified as Ruby had a nice and upbeat tone, but underneath it, he could clearly hear some concern and confusion which forced a sigh from Jaune who didn't quite know himself.

"I honestly have no idea, I think maybe my semblance activated? You know like I can heal better and it activated in the critical moment or something? Also, you saved my life as well with that chant of yours so...Let's just call it even." Looking away for a moment awkwardly, Jaune knew he couldn't quite expose his power? His Semblance? Whatever this video game reality was he couldn't expose it without understanding anything about it really, though if it was as beneficial as it seemed he would have to tell his future teammates for sure. Ruby just agreed with an awkward chuckle as the two just stood in the hallway.

"Uuuh, we have breakfast if you need it? Dad made an extra portion for your thanks, I hope you don't mind a liver and bacon omelet with cheese." The girl clearly almost gagged talking about it, bringing a soft chuckle to Jaune. The thing did indeed sound disgusting but if it was offered who was he to refuse.

"Dad said you need a lot of iron and stuff after you lost so much blood but blech! I am just glad he didn't force Yang or I to eat it."

"Well, if your dad said that's what I need then I will trust him, he has probably had a lot of experience as a huntsman with this kind of thing." He started to walk down the hall, the way that Ruby came from before he was stopped and corrected by the girl who just started a small chat about their chosen profession. Jaune listening idly and occasionally putting in his own comment, feeling better by the moment in the peppy girl's presence.