DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fate/Stay Night nor do I own RWBY.

NOTE: The Saber in this story will come from Unlimited Blade Works, but it will contain factors from Fate/Apocrypha, Fate/Grand Order, Fate/Kaleid, etc.

This story is also partially inspired by 'RWBY Zero' by TheMaster4444 and 'The Hound of Arc' by EpicCubone! Go give those stories a look.

Shoutout to my buddy Beta Tester 'Last Step'! Give this guy a visit if you can!

Enjoy the story!

Jaune sighed. He had just finished another training session with Pyrrha, but he didn't feel like he had improved much. Sure, he was better at fighting than he was at the beginning, but he could never seem to master Crocea Mors to its full extent. It wasn't that he was lacking practice, he and Pyrrha had practiced their technique nearly every day. He only felt as if something was missing, like he wasn't using it correctly.

Maybe it was the sword?

…No.

Nothing was wrong with the sword. It had been used by generations down the Arc line, and they never failed to use the Family Heirloom to its fullest extent. It had gone through many battles, and it has never worn out or broke at any point in the past. That being said, why couldn't he use it correctly?!

At first, he believed that if he devoted enough time and energy into his training. He practiced as often as he could, sparring with Pyrrha until his whole body was covered in bruises, coming back to the dorm drenched in sweat after every training session. But no matter what he tried, he still wasn't much better at using Crocea Mors than he was at the beginning. Even Pyrrha was confused to why their progress was so small.

Alone in JNPR's dorm, Jaune Arc sat down on his bed, one hand gently running across the family crest on his shield. He didn't understand what he was doing wrong. Was it because he had no formal training? Because he did not have as much experience as the others? Even so, he never had a chance to attend a combat school before. No matter how much he begged and pleaded, his family never allowed it.

His family.

The more he thought about them, the more frustrated he became. He didn't hate them, never have and never will, but he hated how they all treated him. They all looked at him like he was some sort of fragile flower that had to be protected, and it irritated him to no end. Even if he was the youngest of the 8 siblings, he wasn't defenceless. If they only gave them a chance, he could be just as good as a fighter than the rest of his family.

Every single one of his sisters were powerful huntresses, each of them holding extraordinary skills and sembelances each.

Jillian Arc, the oldest, was the most loyal to the Arc Family. She would always put their well being over her own, and would always support them in whatever endeavour they have (except Jaune's, for some reason). While she was not the among her siblings, she was extremely proficient with her sword and was an outstanding tactician in the battlefield. Besides that, her sembelance wreaths her right arm in a golden light, forming a powerful blade of pure aura that did massive damage. She had dubbed it 'Switch on – Airgetlám.'

Joan Arc, the most dedicated in her training, was the best fighter among her siblings. She was extremely loyal to her family, and very much like her mother, held a very high sense of chivalry. She was extremely prodigious in battle, proven by her unrivalled mastership of combat arts, how she could seemingly use anything that can be classified as a weapon so expertly it was as if she had used them her entire life, whether those weapons are things she had never saw before, even down to her enemies' own weapons. Despite that, she can get angry very easily, and despite being more reckless, she seemed to be stronger and more dangerous than ever before. Suffice to say, many Grimm had met their end on her blade, 'Arondight'

Jane Arc, the most studious of the family, was powerful in her own right. Despite not being physically powerful, her sembelance was versatile and powerful enough to cover those weaknesses. If Jaune were to describe what her sembelance was like, the only word he could use was 'Magic'. By freely utilizing and mastering aura control, she could use her aura to heal wounds, increase one's strength and aura capacity, and prevent any sort of damage to happen to others or herself for a short period of time. But her two most powerful abilities were 'Garden of Avalon', an ability that spread her aura out, forming a dome-like area where anyone she chooses will gain constant regeneration of wounds and even replenish aura, and Clairvoyance (Future Sight). By connecting to other's aura, friendly or enemies, she could foresee future movements, plans, or abilities that can help her counter (enemies) or accurately cover holes in her allies' side.

Jacqueline Arc, or Jack as she prefers, was the rebellious one of the family. She was extremely prideful, and extremely quick to anger. She enjoyed battle immensely and proved to be good at combat, no matter how…brutal she seemed to treat her enemies. She was tomboyish, and hated being called a girl, despite the way she dressed made it as clear as day that she was. She was also very good at holding grudges, but under that rough exterior, she cared very deeply for her family even if it wasn't so obvious. If anyone were to slight her or her family, she would stop at nothing to give them hell, usually bursting in with her intimidating battle armour, her blood red aura conducting blade affectionately dubbed 'Clarent' in her hands.

Janet Arc, the most mysterious of the family, was the family's strongest shield. Kind hearted and resolved to protect her family, she trained to become one of the most resilient huntresses of her generation. She trained and trained for one goal: to protect. Bringing a huge crossed-shaped shield with a circular centre which she names 'Chaldeas' as her primary weapon. She uses it along with her sembelance by flooding her aura into it, causing it to create a wide layer of aura to project a protective barrier in front of the shield, not only blocking attacks but reduces the power of attacks, but the concentrated aura would also attract enemy attacks, deliberately causing projectiles to fly towards her defence like a magnet, leaving her as a martyr to protect her comrades. Despite that, she trained herself enough to stand her ground, and also trained to utilize her shield as a weapon in combat with a side-along sword.

June Arc, the quietest of the family, was the 'ninja' of the family. She moved silently, ate silently, fought silently, and slept even more silently. Sometimes her family had to double-check if she was still alive when she slept. Unlike the rest of her family, she was willing to do underhanded tactics and wasn't afraid to play dirty if she thought she needed to, no matter was it to complete a mission or protect her family. Nevertheless, she was very proficient in dual wielding her preferred sword-dagger combo, 'Secret-Calibur' and 'Carnwennan', though she also had a second blade if she decides to end things quickly. Her stealth abilities were not to be laughed at, even their mother had a hard time finding her when she didn't want to be found. Her sembelance allowed her to completely conceal her presence from others for a very short period of time, turning her invincible and even eliminating her shadow, reflection, scent, and sound.

Josephine Arc, the youngest of the females, was the most kind-hearted sister. She was also the most feminine and naïve, having a romantic and idyllic nature filled with hope. Often times, she ends up unconsciously giving a helping hand to every new person she meets. She also has a deep love for animals. Despite that, her skills were not to be laughed at. Armed with her favoured sword, 'Caliburn', she can burst forward with high speeds, sword flooded with her aura that it glowed pinkish-gold that increased the power of her blows. Her Instincts were amazing, giving her that ability to notice small things like the tenseness in muscles or the enemies' gaze, allowing her to telegraph their next move with accuracy. Her sembelance, 'Journey of Flowers', was supportive in nature, feeding positive emotions to the hearts of her allies, disrupting the abilities of Grimm to sense them.

Frankly, compared to them, Jaune was inferior in every way. Not to mention, they never even came close to their parents.

Arturia and Jonathan Arc. Legendary Huntsmen that had truly earned their fame during their prime years. Wielders of 'Excalibur' and 'Rhongomyniad' respectively, their prowess in battle was nearly inhuman.

And every single one of them has granted something to give them a 'chance' to be who they are today.

Thinking back to that day when the weird old man came to their house all those years ago and talked alone to their mother, he remembered the gift that he had left their family. As the years pass, whenever one of his sisters reached 12 years old, they would be given one of the gifts. Those gifts would, in his mother's words, 'unlock their sembelances to the one that matched them the most'. Each time, the picture on each 'gift' would be blank. But a second after they channel their aura into it, an image would appear, and a bright light would envelop their forms. The moment it died out, they would seem…stronger. Like they somehow just suddenly know what they were good at and how to achieve it.

But one of the weird thing was before each sibling was given a gift, their mother would ask one question.

'What is your dream?'

Right after he gave his answer, his mother had paled, and denied him his gift. At first, his siblings would protest for him, but one day they all seemed to stop, and instead supported their mother's decision, trying to steer him away from the path of a Huntsman. It frustrated him to no end. Why were they trying to stop him from achieving his dream? Why did he never get a chance to reach it?

Why was he never given a 'Card'?

Suddenly, his scroll ringed. Picking it up, he unlocked it and looked at the message he received…

And promptly froze like a statue.

"I know where you are and what you did, Jaune. We're coming to take you home."

Mom

His body stiffened and cold sweat dripped down his face. His mother was coming here? Now?!

"Jaune?"

He yelped and spun around, revealing a worried-looking Pyrrha Nikos, Nora, and Ren looking at him.

"Are you alright?" His partner asked, brows furrowed. "You're quite pale. What's wrong?"

"Yeah Fearless Leader, what's up?" Nora popped up beside him. "You messed up a plan to ask Ice Queen out again?" A distinct 'Hey!' was heard from outside.

Ignoring the voice from outside, Ren noticed Jaune's fingers clenched tightly around his scroll. "I don't think that's it, Nora." He said. "Jaune, what's wrong? Did someone threaten you or something? Why are you holding your scroll like that?"

"N-no! Nobody threatened me! It's-" Jaune paused, trying to calm his shaky voice. "Do you remember when I said I forged my transcripts into Beacon?" When the rest of his team nodded, he took a deep breath.

"My family found out." He said. "And they want me to come home."

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