The Inextinguishable Soul

I was inspired by Some Random Shitty Rambler and his story of "All The Differences In the Worlds." Originally this story was one I wrote for myself to get all the annoying plot bunnies out of my head before they caused me to lose my mind. However, getting Covid a few days ago I ended up publishing my first story! It's a My Hero Academia story, where Izuku has the powers of The Gamer! But with my own twist on how it functions! It features a cast of fleshed out characters with their own flaws and motivations, Izuku working towards his goal in a believable way, and the tooth rotting fluffyness one would expect! Coming soon to it, action scenes! Sticking it to Bakugo! And possible Romance? Give it a read if that interests you!

Sorry about the shameless plug! Anyways, this story. I planned it out starting with the Bleach world his Jaune briefly visited, but felt that I needed to write some of the World before it to get into the flow of Jaunes character! Then I scrapped both of those ideas for a new one! My own set of worlds Jaune visited! Faced with new challenges, different rules, and new love interests will Jaune survive? Or will he fall to the machinations of the multiverse! Find out in, The Inextinguishable Soul!


Ren was barely conscious, his aura spent and exhaustion wrote across his face. But he did it. He helped push the White Fang and Grimm from Beacon. All that was left was to evacuate the school grounds. Looking around Ren could scarcely hold onto his fleeting sense of accomplishment. The Grimm rarely cared for causing property damage, but the White Fang had made sure to destroy everything in their way. Looking at the destroyed classrooms, the rubble of the cafeteria, and the shattered auditorium brought a sense of melancholy about him.

And yet, he protected those closest to him, a glance to his left showed Nora. Her aura broke near the end of the battle, and she ended up pushing herself into unconsciousness. But she was okay. Ren knew so long as Nora stayed by his side that everything could be handled. With his friend by his side, he could always move forward. Ren still wanted the rest of his friends to survive. Call him selfish, but he wanted everyone to survive.

Looking around the destruction didn't reveal his missing teammates. Ren was confident that Pyrrha would survive, she was the invincible girl after all, it's Jaune he was less sure about. Ren knew Jaune was starting to grow as a leader and a fighter. But the potential will not stop a Grimm's claws. He remembered the two of them running off to the Headmaster's tower early into the battle. Ren didn't know what was so important as to split the team in half during a difficult battle, and Ren was sure going to grill Pyrrha over it once they reunited.

Ears perking, Ren heard something flying above him. Looking up revealed the sound to be a rocket locker heading towards the city below him. Ren blinked confused. Why would anyone be calling in their rocket locker now? Most of the fighting was over, now it was mostly cleaning up the remaining Grimm and evacuating those who are severely injured. Perhaps it was a student who was calling in the ammo they left in their locker?

Putting it out of his mind for now, Ren stood. The latest bullhead just arrived, and being one of the least injured students Ren was taking Nora to get a checkup. Calling over a student to help him get the unconscious Nora into the bullhead, Ren spared a final glance around the campus. Hopefully his teammates were okay. He didn't want them to do something unnecessarily stupid, like charge the Grimm dragon currently flying around the Emerald Forest.

Shaking his head, Ren smiled to himself. His team was too smart to just blindly charge at something that far outside of their skill level. Getting Nora buckled in as well as he could in the bullhead seat, Ren turned and knocked twice on the cockpit doors. Sitting down next to Nora, he buckled up, and situated her as comfortably as possible. The last thing he saw through the closing ramp doors was the dragon rip through the top of Beacons tower and sit on it. As if it wanted the best resting place to admire the destruction it's kin caused.


Jaune coughed, keeping his shield between himself and his enemy. Waving the dust and debris away from his face, Jaune tried to peer through at his opponent. The dragon hitting the tower had caused a lot of destruction to Headmaster Ozpin's office. Or he guessed the former Headmaster's office. Maybe it would go to Goodwitch? Jaune tried to focus, but it was difficult to keep his composure with the blood loss.

That woman wasn't taking him seriously at all. She had been toying with him the entire fight and only called in the dragon to, "Watch him wet his pants at the situation he was in." As if the numerous cuts just above various arteries and joking tone she took the entire time didn't show how outclassed he was the entire time. With the dust blocking her vision Jaune quickly placed his backup plan in his shield hand. He might die on this tower, but he would show her to not underestimate an Arc.

Once the dust settled, it revealed his opponent sitting on the edge of Ozpin's half demolished desk. She was Idly cleaning under her nails with a small black dagger. Rolling her eyes at seeing Jaune standing despite the dragons attack, she stood and flicked the dagger to the side. Jaune kept track of everything he could. The rubble to the left could be used as a distraction, the desk an obstacle, the dragon something to avoid at all costs. He would make sure his surprise attack connected, and he would do his best to guarantee he put her down afterwards.

She sighed dramatically, she crossed one arm before her chest and placed the other at top it, resting her face in her open palm she regarded him between her fingers, "Listen, as fun as it's been to just utterly outclass an opponent so thoroughly, it is just getting sad at this point. So go ahead, call your teammate back. The redhead might not have gotten enough of the Maidens' powers to use them. But I want that little bit back. It is rightfully mine after all." She raised her head from her hands and let her arms rest on her hips, looking at him with that infuriating smirk on her face.

Jaune wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off of her face. So with a yell he charged back in. Swinging his sword at her head as hard as possible, he watched her sigh and catch his sword in her palm. She simply raised an eyebrow, as if to ask what he thought that would accomplish. Creating another black sword in her other hand, she brought it up to swing down into his head. Letting go of his sword he stepped back before she hit him, and threw his surprise right at her face.

Watching her eyes go wide with surprise and swing at his attack brought a smirk to his face. The scream as raw powdered Dust made contact with the aura she brought to the fore on her face brought an even wider smile to his face. He had swiped some lightning Dust from a backup generator on his run up the stairs to Ozpin's office. Jaune might not have the foggiest clue how to actually use Dust, but he did know two things.

The first was that Dust was activated with aura, like, hypothetically, the aura one would instinctively throw up on their face from a perceived attack. The second, a blind opponent dealing with lighting coursing through their head case couldn't block an attack.

Grabbing his sword from where she dropped it after his attack, he yelled out in triumph and trust for her heart. The hand stopping his blade wasn't part of the plan.

Cinder looked at him in fury and ripped the blade from his hand. Snapping it over her knee, she blasted him back with a fireball to the chest.

Jaune screamed and rolled around on the floor, trying desperately to put out the fire on his chest. Cinder stepped forward and summoned a blade as she placed a foot on his stomach. Just below his chest plate.

"You miserable cretin, I am going to enjoy watching the life drain from your eyes." With that final declaration made she plunged her sword into his gut. Jaune gasped, he thought getting cut dozens of times over this battle was painful. This was agony.

Jaune screamed and grabbed the sword, he tried to pull it out of his stomach. In response, Cinder leaned into her sword, piercing it through his back and into the concrete below. Looking into her eyes, Jaune didn't see anything human. He saw a crazed look as she desperately needed to watch him die for the slight of harming her.

Jaune let go of her sword and reached around for anything nearby he could use to get her. Yet he found nothing. His grip on consciousness fading with pain and blood loss, his struggles became less and less. Jaune eventually stopped moving, barely breathing. He looked into the evil witch's eyes and tried to say something.

"What was that?" The witch smirked, "I can't quite hear you, sword got your lungs?" Cackling to herself she leaned down to hear his final pleas for mercy.

Jaune tried to piece his words together into something making a sentence, "Da.. t… ch.."

"Speak up boy, I can't understand dead men." She leaned a bit closer.

Jaune got out one final sentence, "What's.." A breath. " that Cinder.. Dagger… got your… stomach?" And then Jaune lunged. Stabbing the dagger she was using to clean her nails into her side.

Cinder reared back screaming. Jaune fell back to the floor, his final attack a success. He knew he wouldn't survive this, but bloodying the nose of his killer would be enough to make dying bearable.

Cinder ripped the dagger out of her ribs. That's what she gets for thinking a dying opponent out of the fight. Holding the dagger tightly she regarded her fading foe. "You think this means anything? You're still dying, I've still won! Your school is destroyed. All you've guaranteed is your friends a slow and painful death." She flipped the dagger in her hand, "Goodbye Arc, I'll see you in hell." Rearing back her hand she threw it at his heart, with the ding of the elevator doors announcing her success. Yet she only had eyes for the death of the worm before her.

Jaune wondered if this is what they meant by your life flashing before your eyes. Everything appeared in slow motion before him. As if to imprint on his mind the last image of his life. Cinder's face moving in weird patterns and no noise coming forth. Her gesturing wildly at the office around them. He watched the dagger trail a lazy pattern as it flipped in her hand. He watched as she flicked her hand and the dagger slowly flew towards his heart. Behind her, the city. Flames lazily licking the night sky and painting it in a hazy orange. The dragon looking on emotionlessly. Jaune watched the dagger close in on his chest, inch by inch it reached his breastplate. He watched the metal fold around it, like a hot knife through butter. Jaune giggled, for some reason that was funny to him. He couldn't piece together why. As he finally felt the knife prick his skin, he saw the bright white of the afterlife rush into his vision. And with a final sigh Jaune's soul left Remnant.


Yang sighed her Nth sigh of the day. Today wasn't all bad. Her younger brother made her a truly delicious lunch and packed her a bento for the road. And her favorite student passed her test! Fastest in history to boot! Yang was so proud of the girl, she had come so far in such a short time!

It was her father that was bringing down her mood. Ever since her mom died a year ago her father just hasn't been the same. It was hardly half past midday and her father was already a couple of bottles into the wine. Of course when the request for a meeting came from the higher ups he wouldn't go. He said, "I don't care, if you wanna go then go." And so he would, it has been months since the last meeting and, even if her father did not wish it, Yang would bring back the information. Father had a duty to the organization as one of its pillars. He should be a shining example of the strength any of them could reach, and yet he had been drinking on important jobs. Coming home stinking of sake and drinking himself into a drunken stupor each and every night.

Yang sighed yet again, she pushed down her worries about her father's habits. Yang instead immersed herself in her surroundings. She was walking down a gorgeous path, the first flowers of spring had started blooming leaving the vibrant sights of the forest around her even more vibrant. She could hear birds and various animals chirping in the trees around her. Yet even with the relaxing sounds of nature urging her to come and take a nap in the shade, she stayed ready.

The path from their house to the organization's base was a rarely traveled path. That didn't dismiss the presence of bandits. Yang had heard that the area around where her family lived was often rife with bandits, especially this time of year. Gripping her katana she wished that once again she could do something about it. Her organization was more focused on the aspect of keeping the masses safe from an invisible threat. So she would just have to leave it up to the authorities.

That wasn't to say she couldn't fight back if some bandits did think her an easy prey. Keeping her awareness sharp around her she felt it when a powerful presence entered her range from nowhere. Turned towards the direction the presence emerged from, she discovered it was towards the forest. It stayed unmoving a short distance in, and from the feeling she got it didn't feel anything human. Taking a step off the path she loosened her sword in its sheath and evened out her breathing. If her mysterious opponent expected to catch her unawares then they were sorely mistaken. They'd meet her sword instead.

Stepping cautiously through the forest she realized the figure in her senses wasn't quite as demonic feeling any more. The thing still stayed unmoving, but the power originating from it was dissipating. Walking further into the forest she found what set off her senses. It was a young adult, he looked around her age, his height was hard to tell considering he was sitting against a tree, seemingly passed out. His hair was a matted blonde, dried with blood, yet still similar to much of her own mane. The state of his clothing could be the reason for him seemingly passing out, his clothes were ripped and torn in various places and very bloodstained. Yet through the clothing she spied no external wounds. His armor even had a hole above his heart! In fact, looking closer at his chest, she discovered he was still breathing.

Sparing a glance around him, and looking up at the tree branches, she cautiously stepped forward. The demonic presence was entirely gone from the boy. All she could sense from him was a normal human, if one in a strange manner of dress. Reaching his side she decided to take a chance, kneeling by him she reached out her free hand. While trying to wake him up, she kept special attention to her surroundings and kept a hand on her sword. "Hey there stranger? Helloooo? Wake up." Shaking him a bit more revealed he was fully unconscious.

Sighing, Yang stood up. Taking another glance around her surroundings, she figured it was safe enough to risk it. Yang let go of the handle of her sword and grabbed the young adult under his arms. Lifting him onto her shoulder she shifted him around a few times until she was satisfied with his position on her shoulder. His breastplate was a little uncomfortable but it was bearable. Looking around again she considered leaving the the young man's shield, groaning she reached down and grabbed it. Placing it over her free arm she took a second to get used to its weight. Satisfied she turned and started back towards the path. It was clear this guy had gotten into a fight with a demon recently and, being rather close to the base, she could take him there for healing and get some information about where the attack took place.

Hopefully it wasn't anything too bad for the young man. His clothing and lack of a weapon mean he was more than likely not a part of their forces, probably just a civilian who had gotten caught up in an attack and escaped the slaughter of the rest of his kin. With all the blood on him and no mortal wounds just led more credence to the theory.

Yang called her messenger bird to her and sent it ahead with the instructions to prepare a bed and medical personnel for the survivor of a demon attack.


Jaune woke up with one hell of a headache, groaning he sat up, shifting the covers off of his body. Looking down revealed he was no longer in his signature hoodie and blue jeans. He was wearing a strange blue shirt and blue pants, picking at the shirt revealed it to be quite comfortable. Jaune rubbed his head and wondered what had happened, the last thing he remembered was Pyrrha wanting to do something stupid and him disagreeing. Focusing on his thoughts made him realize he had a strange blank spot in his memory, it wasn't missing. Just incredibly blurry and impossible to grab a hold of. Every time he tried to think of anything that happened after he grabbed the vial of Dust on the way up Ozpin's tower his memory would slide out of his hands and he would feel his headache pulse a little more.

Putting it out of his head he shifted his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. He had to steady himself with the bed for a few seconds but he could walk.

Most than likely what had happened was he reached the top, fought the bad guy for a bit, before getting knocked out. Evidently his friends had found him at the top and ferried him to a doctor. Looking around his room didn't give him any real information on where he was. The floor was a dark brown wood color, and the walls were painted in the same light blue as his shirt. Thinking about it, he figured his friends had probably taken him to a nearby city outside of Vale. Hopefully Vale was okay.

Ignoring his worry over his city's fate, Jaune wandered about looking for the doctor. He wanted to tell the doctor he was fine and see if his friends had all made it out okay. Finding no one nearby, Jaune scratched the back of his head. Could be the doctor was out taking care of a different patient. Jaune figured he was fine to leave. He felt okay, and thankfully he wasn't in a hospital gown. Those things are uncomfortable, and frighteningly open. He didn't feel like showing his ass off to a bunch of strangers.

Jaune struggled a bit with opening the door, he eventually was able to open it by sliding it to the side. Looking around the hallway he didn't immediately see anyone. Shrugging Jaune turned left and kept an eye out for anyone as he observed his surroundings. The wood floors, wood walls, and high wooden ceilings all but confirmed to the blonde that he wasn't in a typical hospital. Walking for a few minutes Jaune opened a set of double doors.

Looking around the courtyard he was in, he admired the scenery. Before him were several trees with a grass path leading to a bridge overlooking a softly flowing river. Taking his time looking around, Jaune strangely spotted no one. No patients relaxing under the tree, no doctors walking to and fro, no one. It was as if Jaune was the last human on Remnant. Strolling over the bridge Jaune finally spotted human life, there was a group of people kneeling before a dark haired guy addressing the group about something.

Jaune instantly relaxed, people in weird color coded clothing wielding a variety of weapons? Easily a team of hunters. Wandering over to the group, Jaune heard the guy under the shade address him. "Ah, it seems like our guest woke up. I hope our hospitality was to your liking?"

Jaune paused at his voice, the black haired man's voice was disarmingly calm and smooth. Jaune didn't hear his words, he Felt them. They gently flowed through his ears and to his brain, "Yes sir, I was nothing but comfortable." Jaune felt himself smiling serenely at the man. He was wearing a strange loose fitting black garment, it looked all one piece but split in the middle and wrapped around him. Underneath he was wearing a similar white one, both held together by a brown belt. The odd jacket he was wearing was open and didn't look to fashion together like a normal jacket, it had a flame like pattern on the bottom end in a gradient from purple to an off orange color. His face appeared to be badly damaged, possibly from a burn mark, and his eyes appeared blind. Despite that he was able to see him approach and was looking Jaune in the eyes. A semblance maybe? "Are you the head doctor here sir?" Jaune cautiously asked the man.

One of the kneeling figures spun towards Jaune and gave him an angry look, "Don't insult our leader, he is much more than a simple doctor!"

Jaune held up his hands placatingly and looked towards the man. His hair was white color and tousled in a messy way, his eyes a light purple, almost violet. Crossing his face were a variety of scars and he could see more scars across his chest through his open shirt. His shirt appeared to be connected to his pants like a onesie, but held tight against his waist by a white belt. Around his shoulders was a white jacket, it held no designs but Jaune remembered it came to a weird point near belt level and the back had an odd design, a bunch of weird lines that looked like brush strokes. "I am sorry sir, I didn't mean to offend anyone. I just woke up to no one in the room and was looking around for the doctor to see how my friends were doing. Do any of you know where they are?"

The group were all looking over their shoulders at him, except one to the side that was wearing a plain white jacket thingy over one of those black onesie outfits. She was sitting outside of their group, clearly the outsider. A look at her face revealed the reason why. "Oh hi Yang, did you make it out of the fight okay? Is Ruby doing fine? What am I asking, of course Ruby is okay you'd never leave your sister's side if she was anything other that in tip top shape! I love what you're doing with your hair by the way. The red really goes with your eyes and semblance!" Jaune gave her a thumbs up, and Yang gave him a weird look.

Jaune attention was taken by the black haired guy as he cleared his throat. " As I was about to say, Yang, we have word that one of the Twelve Kizuki may be near the Imperial Capital. I would like for you to go and defeat it."

All of the group suddenly turned towards the black haired guy, and the white haired one let out a gasp of surprise. Suddenly the one with a butterfly hairpin in her ponytail spoke up, "Master may I speak?" Getting a nod from the leader she continued, "If it's one of the Twelve Kizuki then surely we Hashira should go?"

The Master nodded his head once, as if agreeing with her, before his voice flowed out once more, "Normally I would agree, however, I need the remaining Hashira to operate in the territory originally covered by our missing members. Besides," he turned his gaze to Yang, "it's in your fathers territory. If you truly wish to become a Hashira, then prove yourself. Not with mere words but actions. It is time for you to demonstrate your skills, Yang."

Yang looked excited, with a wide smile on her face she exclaimed, "Yes Sir!"

Then the master spoke up again, "Oh but before you set off, please wait here just a moment." Turning back to address the rest of the group, "The rest of you are dismissed, defend your territory Hashira. And come back safely, my children." The rest of the group stood, giving various exclamations of 'yes sir' and departed.

Jaune watched them all go, looking at the various personalities that showed through. The Boss gestured him forward. Jaune stepped to the position of the retreating Hashira had. Jaune attempted to kneel in a similar way, sensing that it was out of respect more than they wanted to sit like that. The guy under the shade laughed and waved him off, "There's no need for that young foreigner, you don't know of my position nor the respect that it would normally denote."

Jaune raised an eyebrow before sitting down normally. "Uhh sir? I figured you must be someone of incredible position to command Hunters in such a way. And what do you mean foreigner? Are we not in Vale?" Jaune glanced at Yang to see if she could give him a hint, and only caught a weird glance from her before she looked back towards the boss.

The man looked contemplative, he beckoned a child forwards and whispered something into their ear. The child bowed, said something back and left through a side door. The boss then turned towards Jaune and spoke, "To answer your last question, we are not in 'Vale', you're at the Ubuyashiki Family home in Japan. As for foreigner." The child came forward and set Jaune's shield, armor, and freshly cleaned and folded clothing in front of the boss. "It is clear from your manner of clothing and armaments that you come from a far out land. Your shield in particular greatly puzzles and excites me." He then closed it and opened it repeatedly. "Simply fascinating. And the metal is strong. I hope you don't mind, but I had a blacksmith look over your shield and he confirmed that it is unlike anything that he has ever seen before. Tell me, did you make this yourself?"

Jaune scratched the back of his head and carefully answered, "No sir, I'm sorry but it's a family heirloom. I was never really good at blacksmithing, but you should see what my friend can make! She made her own weapon and wields it with a lot of skill. It's a large scythe that has a powerful gun built into the weapon, I think she calls it a sniper?"

The black haired one looks disappointed at the knowledge that Jaune doesn't know how to make collapsible weapons, but looks at him curiously at the mention of Ruby. Yang speaks up, turning towards Jaune she remarks, "Truly? Why would she use a garden implement in such a way?"

Jaune just rolls his eyes, "Yang you've already made the joke about Ruby's overgrown garden tool, please be quiet. I don't want Ruby to cry and give another hour long lecture on the superiority of Gun-scythes."

Yang looks confused for a moment before turning to the boss man, "Ubuyashiki, sir. I am sorry, I do not know who this man is. Do you have a clue where he came from?"

The named Ubuyashiki gave her a patient smile and placed Jaune's collapsed shield on the ground, "Not exactly Yang, but I do know he is from a far out land. Too far for even me to know where. Furthermore, when I look at this boy, I 'feel' he has something in him that is unbelievably strong."

Jaune glanced between the two of them curiously before turning to address Yang, "Uhh buddy, pall, friend? Yang it's me, Jaune. We went to Beacon for almost a year? Did you hit your head in the battle?"

Yang gave him another weird look, one he just realized is pity. "I do not know of Beacon. And I am not the Yang you think you know. I can only assume that you once knew someone similar to me. My name is Yang Rengoku, the elder sister of my brother Senjuro Rengoku, and daughter to the Flame Hashira, Shinjuro Rengoku." She bowed her head minutely at him. "It is nice to meet you Jaune."

Jaune blinked, looking at her closely. He then turned to Ubuyakiki, who nodded at him with a pleasant smile on his face. Looking back at Yang with squinted eyes he had only one thing to say.

"Huhhhhh?"


Done with the first chapter and woo was it a Doozy to write. The first hurdle was writing the fight with Cinder in a way that wasn't a direct rip off from Some Random Shity Rambler. I actually went through several different versions of it, Including one from Pyrrha's perspective where she was yelling and tearing through White Fang and Grimm in equal measure to save Jaune. I was planning to make that a plot point later, where she killed a lot of people and still didn't get to save Jaune. And it was eventually gonna end up where she hung up her sword because of it, after she killed Cinder of course.

I ended up going with this one, what do you think, better or worse than the one I proposed?

And it's revealed! In case you missed it Jaune is in the Demon Slayer verse! In the manga, the author actually made a two shot about Rengoku before he became a Hashira, and everything I wrote about Yang!Rengoku is his actual backstory. In the manga Rengoku gets a message about the Hashira meeting and asks his dad if he'll go, dad refuses, Rengoku goes, he reveals his mom died like a year or so ago, dad got depreso and started drinking, Rengoku then gets told if he's serious about becoming a Hashira then go fight this super strong demon, and... you'll see next chapter!

I was originally thinking a Ruby!Tanjiro because of the whole mantle being taken up because of a family death, Tanjiro's whole family, Ruby's mom dying. And that they both have similar hair colors, both being dark near the scalp and a dark red near the ends.

But after I read the backstory manga and saw just the sheer similarities in their background I couldn't help it! It helps to just imagine Yangoku's dad as Taiyang if he didn't have Qrow around to kick his ass back into being a Dad after Summer's death.

What do y'all think? Good first chapter? Good story plan?

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And have a good day y'all!

New chapter coming Wednesday, the third of August.