aThe clash of steel blades created large sparks as two blades, one wreathed in a storm while the other glowed with the color of flames collided once more.

Asma bala ni hilyat sino?

The blade of flames roared to light as a shield shaped like a diamond colored in the same shade as blood slammed into the side of a golden-armored figure's side, sending the figure reeling away as the blade on his hand severed several digits of the golden-armored figure's gauntlet-covered finger.

Pelinal na vasha. Sa yando tye.

A bolt of lightning erupted from the Golden-armored figure's hand in a heartbeat, striking the Shield user's white tabard on the red diamond proudly displayed over their chest just above their heart, sending the crusader skidding a few inches away.

Gritting their teeth under the steel great helm, blue eyes burned as the grip on the sword tightened and raised the diamond shield on his left arm at an angle while ducking backward, evading a sword slash and charging in with a slash of their own that pierced through the avian-featured golden armor around the figure's thigh, eliciting a shriek of after the steel sword pierced through its foot and pinning it in place.

Raising their shield barely in time, the long sword of the golden-armored figure was deflected to prevent their head from being cleaved in two but it was not quick enough to avoid the blow to his helm that sent it flying after being caught on the Helm's ornate wings on the helm that sent if flying. Gritting their teeth as golden hair danced in the wind as the Great Helm fell towards the 'ground' they were fighting on, high above the grounds and over a tower of white and gold. In retaliation, the blu-eyed blonde reached for his mace while dodging a pommel strike aimed at the side of his head while leaning back and using the momentum, twisted their body.

Crack

Boom

In a sound similar to the loudest of thunders, the mace crushed the golden-armored figure's arms, breaking them and sending the sword out of his hands plummeting into the ground countless miles below. Cold blue eyes gazed at the broken form of the figure that towered over him. Pinned to the 'ground' through its foot and with its arms broken and armor cracked and dented in several places the young blonde's arms struck.

Raising his mace, the blonde crushed the helmet and head of the golden-armored humanoid with enough force that it shattered the helmet, revealing the pointed ears of the now-deceased foe.

"It seems like you did the impossible once more," A calm, serene voice echoed in his mind.

'It can't be!?' The blonde thought as he turned around.

"Jaune," The voice was so familiar but...

Blue eyes widened as Jaune Arc, a son of the Arc family, found himself in a vast expanse of an absence of color before a flaming dragon appeared in front of him.

"Jaune Arc of Remnant," Raising his shield in instinct as a bright light erupted from the dragon. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you again my friend," The middle-aged face of a man with brown hair echoed in the expanse.

"Martin?" The Blonde whispered as soon as he heard the voice. No, It can't be! Martin has been dead for a year! But the Dragon?

"Peace, my friend." Lowering the shield, the Blue-eyed blonde found himself in the familiar sight of an Eastern temple covered in snow. The only thing missing was the armored personnel that called the temple home.

"Martin?! How are you..." Taking a deep breath and feeling the adrenaline wear off, the Blonde looked at the man, dressed in the simple robes of a priest, giving him a small smile.

"I have become an avatar of Akatosh," Martin said with a smile. Approaching the edge of the temple, Jaune followed suit and in front of them, they could see what was happening. The province of Cyrodiil was being rebuilt from the damage caused by the Oblivion Crisis.

The Blue-eyed blonde watched as the ruins of Kvatch were being rebuilt by its surviving citizens and he could even spot Savlian Matius coordinating the repairs.

"Jaune, you have done the impossible once more," Martin said with a smile. "I know that my reward of granting you Magicka after your help was kind of underwhelming,"

Hearing this, the blonde Crusader smiled. "Underwhelming? You helped me realize one of my childhood dreams of using magic! That's not overwhelming! That's awesome!"

Chuckling at the excitement of the younger male, Martin looked at the Blonde and gave him a soft smile.

"But then... Martin, tell me. Am I dead?" Jaune asked, looking at the priest who nodded his head. "I see..."

"I am sorry, Jaune. While we granted you Magicka... it was directly related to your life force. A blunder that I was not able to notice when we granted it to you..." Jaune knew that was why he was careful about using magic. His magicka was directly tied to his stamina and the more powerful spells left him weakened, especially those he had not mastered yet. "But then how did I fight Umaril?"

"The Blessing of Talos allowed your spirit to follow after Umaril even after your mortal body succumbed to Exhaustion."

"Man, this sucks." Looking down while rubbing the back of his head, the crusader felt his body get heavier. His friends would be pissed off at him, and his knights... heh! Who knew that he, an untrained young man who tried sneaking out into the night carrying the family sword would end up like this?

"We can send you back to Remnant," Martin said and Jaune's head snapped to meet the face of his friend.

"R-Really?!"

"Yes, with a proper body with a magicka pool not connected to your stamina," Martin said with a smile. "With gifts of course! It would be improper to have my champion and friend return home with no souvenirs."

"But how? Wait what about my knights? My friends?"

"Jaune, I will not force you to go back home. Choose my friend, I will wait."

The blonde knew he had his duties in Tamriel, after all, he was a blade of the emperor, Martin's personal agent. He was now the Divine Crusader and lord commander of the Knights of the Nine.

But.

He missed his family. How were they? Were they fine? Did Saphron and Terra get married already? Were his parents doing okay? Is his father still working as a huntsman?

Taking one look at the edge of the temple, the young Blonde watched the people do their daily routines as if he were watching a time-lapse recording. He had led his knights to protect Tamriel from Umaril's invasion and fought with Martin to stop the Oblivion crisis but what about his home? His people? They have huntsmen and huntswomen fighting against the Grimm. Can he leave them to their fate like this while enjoying Tamriel?

No! He can't! This is why he volunteered to help Emperor Uriel deliver the Amulet of Kings to Jauffre and help close the oblivion gates. This is why he helped stop and defeat Umaril. He wanted to help people! To be a hero! And if Remnant needs one, he will help his homeworld.

"Martin... can you send me back?"

"Is this your choice, my friend?" Martin asked with a kind smile. He did not need to ask for he knew what his friend wanted.

"Yes,"

"Very well." A rift appeared behind Martin, revealing the right of the broken moon of Remnant. "Jaune, this is my last order to you as your emperor and a request from your friend." The last emperor of the Septim dynasty gave his blade and friend a bright smile. "Live your new life to the fullest, my friend!"

Blue eyes opened slowly at the sight of a familiar broken moon.

'I'm back?!' Jaune thought as he looked around. A dark alley... oh yeah... two years ago... or more... he was mugged and stabbed in this alley. 'Oum... Corvus would be laughing his ass off if he found out about this...' The blonde Crusader thought with a smile at the memory of a certain count he had worked with before he was dragged with the whole Oblivion Crisis.

Pushing himself off the cold ground of the alleyway, the young blonde frowned at the now-ruined hoodie he wore and frowned at this. His sword, Crocea Mors, and his armor were stolen by those guys and it seems like only a few minutes passed by.

"Well, I can't just let them go,"

In an undisclosed location in the city of Vale an hour later

In a simple apartment occupied by a woman with pink and brown hair draped on a couch while munching on a spoonful of ice cream and a man with orange hair dressed in a fine white coat, the sound of a scroll's vibration caught the duo's attention

"What is it?" The Orange-haired male asked as he answered the call.

The woman with multi-colored hair took a spoonful of her ice cream and devoured it with gusto, savoring every flavor of the gift of the Brothers in this realm.

"WHAT?!" The shout from the Ginger made the woman raise a brow. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN COPS FOUND OUR STUFF?! WHO DID IT?" Ignoring her roommate, the woman simply devoured the remains of her ice cream with a big smile on her face. "Neo, go to some of our safehouses and make sure the rest of our 'supplies' are safe."

Yeah boy! Papa Forest is back in FFN! How are you guys doing? I have been busy because of College but now, I have some time. I will be posting two versions of this, one in the regular RWBY fanfic archive and the other in the Crossover one. This might not be as good since I have been out of writing for a while but I do hope you enjoy this, Thi fic is inspired by Shattered Rune Arc and the authors Coeur Al'Aran and Some Random Shitty Rambler. Honestly looking forward to more of their works and I highly recommend that you check them out.

Jaune will be powerful in this fic in terms of pure martial skill. He is not undefeatable as a highly-experienced fighter or a bad matchup might take him down. In regards to this, Jaune would have been transported to Tamriel during the last years of the third era and he is the Hero of Kvatch.

For example

In a fight where Jaune only uses magic, he is at a disadvantage since he is not an expert of it. Someone like Ruby can Blitz him fast enough before he can cast a powerful spell. Unlike in Emperor Arc (great fic, highly recommended) where his magical might would overwhelm team RWBY and the others.

Why? Jaune's experience of using magic is tied to his stamina, meaning he doesn't use magic that much before his death but since Akatosh fixed his body before he returned well he only needs to know the spell.

Basically, Jaune's magicka pool is the same size as his Aura.

In regards to factions:

Jaune is confirmed to have joined the Blades, the Order of the Dragon, the Knights of the Nine, and the Nine Divines as a pilgrim.

For his skills let's just say that Jaune's skills are:

Blade: Master

Blunt: Master

Hand to Hand: Journeyman/adept

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Armorer: Journeyman/adept

Block: Master

Heavy Armor: Master

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Athletics: Master

Acrobatics: Expert

Light Armor: Journeyman/adept

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Security: Journeyman/adept

Sneak: Expert

Marksman: Expert

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Mercantile: Journeyman/adept

Speechcraft: Expert

Illusion: Novice

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Alchemy: Journeyman/adept

Conjuration: Journeyman/adept

Mysticism: Journeyman/adept

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Alteration: Journeyman/adept

Destruction: Journeyman/adept

Restoration: Journeyman/adept

P.S.: This is a harem, Knightlight is guaranteed

Edit 05/12/2023: Changed the magic skills since I forgot to take into account some things into account

Comments

Magister M: Thank you for the review! i have to admit I am a bit rusty since it has been a while.

GreenEyesOrigamiDragon: Hey green! Thank you for the review! Honestly, the second version will be the same as this one but in the crossover section!