As Jaune was falling off the bridge of light, the first and only thing he heard, was the screams of the people of Atlas and Mantle as they fell below him, being the last to be lost when the portals closed before him, their bodies lost to the suffocating dark all around him, not visible even with the star lights floating around, not so much as the wind rush by as he plummeted into the unknown, it was all he could do himself stop his initial scream of terror as he fell to his sure death. But then the falling went on, no end in sight, no light, or even impact as minutes turned into hours, and the screams faded into a dead silence, occasional whimpers and cries interrupting the haunting quiet, closing his eyes after what felt like tens of hours he hoped to fall asleep before he hit whatever ground he was destined for.

So when a voice spoke in his ear, radiating a burning pain in his mind, Jaune felt justified in letting a scream of his own.

"Fear not, Jaune of the Arcs, I come to bring you mercy!"The voice was so loud it seemed to make his head ready to pop like an overly filled balloon, but spoke, heedless to the way he clutched at his head in agony as his felt a burning pain overload his senses, a fiery golden light forcing him to shut his eyes to keep them from busting into flames

"I shall free you from the abyss if you undertake a quest for me, Jaune of the Arcs."

"Yes!" He cried, pain coursed through his body as if he were being burned by a nearby inferno that seemed to rip at the nerves under his flesh, "I'll do anything! Please just make it stop!" he shouted, eyes clenched but doing nothing to keep the light from searing his vision.

"Excellent choice my champion, I shall open the gateway and send you on your way. Spread my divinity to the people of this realm, bring justice about in my name, and I shall reward you!"

What felt like a hand large enough to encompass his whole body pressed against him from all sides, lifting him up and a rip in the darkness appeared before his closed eyes, burning his sight even behind his eyelids before he felt warmth at last.

Suddenly in place of the stagnant and chilling darkness to the being's burning light, there was wind, hazarding a look, Jaune opened his eyes and saw white clouds shrinking away, glancing to his left he saw distant skyscrapers, and business styled buildings, the same to his right, his voice, raw from screaming into the abyss, let out a choking gasp as he realized he was falling to the ground, and pushed aura all around himself, praying to whatever gods listened that he would survive the impact. a crater forming around him as he impacted, glass windows shattering and the ground shaking slightly as he landed like a glowing golden meteor.

For a moment, he thought he was dead, then he heard voices.

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Yi Shioon looked at the man that had landed near him and the other Murim that had dragged him into the alley, all five stood in stunned disbelief at the sight.

The one calling himself Kim Jung-Woo was the first to recover, pointing a sword in his hand toward the man in the crater. "You two check that out, see if he's dead."

"He must be! Look at the way he landed!"

"Did I stutter? Go look. I'll talk with the dear disciple of Goomoonryong." he said focusing on Yi Shioon again, sword casually pointed at the younger boy.

The other three murim had surrounded the body of the man lying down, each looking perplexed at the other at the sight of the European features, eyes closed, unable to see if he was breathing at a glance under the armored chest plate he wore, that miraculously survived the impact, one of them, a teen wearing a beanie and shirt that read "Born To Be Bad" nudged him with his foot, nearly jumping back as Jaune groaned.

"Holy shit, this guy's alive!" He exclaimed, looking back at his senior to see him engrossed in terrorizing Goomoonryong's disciple, turning back to the others he saw them back up, slowly, as the blonde man opened his eyes, visible golden energy leaking out around the edge of his eyelids as gold and blue eyes looked up at them, and slowly rose showing a thick aura of golden energy on his back, all of which began dissipating before their eyes before he turned on one foot to look at the trio that had moved back to their senior as a group.

"Where am I?" He asked, european accent flowing out of what was otherwise perfect Korean, He repeated the question again, when no one spoke, he looked past them and saw Yi Shioon being threatened at sword point, grabbing his sword, and unsheathed it, glancing at the blood stained shattered edge, his lip trembled before looking back ahead again and his eyes hardening as he took a step forward.

Oe of the trio, wearing a plain black and white hoodie and shorts put a hand in front of him, wanting to push the European back, and was stunned at contact with his chest, he was actually pushed back instead, as the man just walked by, not phased or hindered by his attempt to slow the taller male down, grabbing at his shoulder with one hand, while the other went to strike the blonde in the face.

Only for his fist to stop dead on contact with the sound of flesh impacting stone before he clutched his injured hand, looking up just in time for the European Murim to grab him by the front of his hoodie, and with one hand lifted him off the ground to toss him over fifty feet backwards down the alley and breaking into a run, bowling over the other two Murim students before they could so much as get in his way and shoulder charge Kim Jung-Woo in mid swing, sending him sprawling into a dumpster nearby, stopping to check Yi Shioon as Kim Jung-Woo, stunned from crashing into a nearby trashcan looked groggily at the bastard that hit him.

"Bastard, I am Kim Jung-Woo of the Sword Dragon School!" He roared, grabbing the katana firmly and readying his stance to charge again, rearing back to slash at his torso, just to crash into the Murim as his sword stopped dead as if it hit a stone wall, mere inches from hitting his armor, his split second confusion at the impossibility allowing his body to follow his strike as his momentum kept him going, the blonde grabbed the blade barehanded with his left hand, before his own sword slashed down, shearing through the metal of the katana so all that was left was the hilt in Kim's hand.

The dark haired Murim looked at his weapon in shock, before grunting as the blonde kicked him into a steel door across the behind him, knocking it off its hinges and caving it in around his body, turning his head to glance at the two other teens being joined by two more of their fellows, standing back where he landed after seeing the would be attacker not getting up from the strike, staring back at him with slack jawed eyes, before there was a thumping sound to the back of his head, a curse and the sound of a body hitting the ground.

Turning around, a redhaired girl was laying on the ground, looking at him, and the sword in his hand, eyes widening as he sheathed his blade and stepped back. Letting out a slight tremor in his voice that vanished as quickly as it was there while he spoke.

"I don't know what is going on here, but it ends now." Yi Shioon let out an 'eep' when the blue eyes turned to look at him.

"What is your name?" A gauntleted hand reached out, only for the redhead to kick out again, knocking the offered limb away and jumping in front of him.

"None of your business, who are you to be going after him?!" She demanded, taking a stance but favoring the foot she struck him with as she did so.
"I'm not, don't know who he is, I just saw him being threatened so I came to help."

"He didn't attack me!" Yi Shioon said, standing up and lifting his arms up above his head, "He actually saved me."

"Saved-Oh for the love of…" The redhead looked around as Kim Jung-Woo was being carried away by his fellow students and back to the blonde Murim standing before them.

"My name is Jaune Arc." He said raising his hand to shake again, "Can you tell me where I am?"

"What kinda question is that? You're in Seoul!" She replied, exasperation entering her voice at the randomness of his request.

"Seoul?" The blonde looked puzzled, he was silent for a moment as he lowered his hand again, looking around the alley and back up at the sky before looking back at his own hands, and letting a tired sigh fill the air for a moment.

"Yeah, as in I don't know, South fucking Korea!"

"I see. Thank you…"

The redhead scoffed, looking away before answering "Jinnie Kwon."

"Wait!" Yi Shioon spoke up, "You saved me, come with me, I'll get you something to eat! It's the least I could do!"

Contemplation flitted across his face for half a minute, before nodding and stepping back to let Yi Shioon lead the three of them out of the alley, with Jinnie following behind, feeling her glaring daggers at them both as they strolled out of the alley, and soon found themselves walking down the street, with people stopping to point and take photos with their phones, assuming it was two people showing a cosplayer around the city.

"So," Jinnie said, staring at him with a mouth filled with french fries "What school are you with?"

"School?" The blond asked in turn, curiously looking at the cheeseburger and chicken nuggets sitting in front of him before shrugging and grabbing two nuggets. "I used to be part of Atlas Academy before it fell…"

"Never heard of an Atlas Academy… But European Murims aren't common here." Jinnie said, shrugging but keeping her eyes deadlocked on him. Before Yi Shioon could say anything, the door to the restaurant swung open, a man with swept back light blonde hair the boy recognized as Lee Gyoo-Bum entered and strode over to them in his signature black and white striped suit.

"Yi Shoon-nim! We need to leave, please take your food to go!" He said looking back and forth at the European, Jinnie and Yi Shioon.

"Not you." He added, seeing all three rising from the table, directing his attention to the other blond male.

"No! He can come, he helped stop the Strong Dragon school in their attack." The younger boy said, looking stubbornly at Lee Gyoo-Bum, who looked back, eyes shifting toward Jinnie who shrugged but nodded in agreement.

"Very well, let us hurry!"

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Jaune sat silent, idly watching the trees and birds as the car drove on, exiting whatever city he was in, his mind miles away, thinking of where he was, what happened to RWBY, the creature that sent him here, why he was here, the world looked like Remnant, but the smell was off and feel was off, there was a chemical wrongness in the air that just made him feel uneasy and wrinkle his nose in annoyance.

His mind was flashing back to the battle with Cinder, stabbing Penny in the heart, watching as the life in her newly human eyes flickered out as she bled to death in seconds, so lost in his musings he didn't even notice the car had stopped and the other people leave till he looked down and saw his hand shaking, with a growl, he punched the door of the car, and watched, stunned as his fist glided through the inner panel, the inner mechanics and put the other side, unclenching his fist and cringed in embarrassment when he saw the people he rode with looking at him, eyes wide and eyebrows raised in disbelief.

It didn't make matters better when he placed a hand on the closed door near the hinge to pull his arm back out that the door ripped off the hinges.

"Oh….I'm sorry!" He shouted; cheeks flushed as everyone just stared at him in silence.

"It is…. fine?" Lee said, eyebrow raised, with the second to follow as Jaune tried to grab the door and ended up just carving his trapped arm out the side in a grinding sound of metal giving way, before he awkwardly dropped the ruined door. "Please wait here while I bring Yi Shioon-nim to the clan elders." He finished, as a dozen men and women in black suits and white button up shirts idly mingled around him.

Jaune sighed, taking a breath in then grimacing as the tinged air made its way in his lungs, he had half a mind to put aura there to be safe but shook the thought away as foolish.

He looked around seeing the gathered suited people not so much as staring him down but always keeping him in their field of vision

"So, as you are my guards," he spoke, breaking the silence of small talk between them all, "Is there somewhere else I can go as a guest?"

"The Southern Red Star has requested you wait here, so wait here you shall." Came the stern reply, from the woman he had to assume was the senior there, while some looked at each other strangely as he spoke, whispering to themselves.

"Alright, jeez, was just asking a question."

"And what did you do to the car? What kind of careless Murim doesn't know how to open a car door!"

Jaune gave a frown, standing back up as he began to lean back to stretch after the car ride, being longer than he thought it was by how stiff his muscles ached, and stared down at the suited woman who spoke at him.

"It was an accident, and don't call me that, I don't know what that word means, but I won't be insulted by you." He knew it was not like him to be so snappy, but after the past day he's had, he still had a swirling inferno of anger and emotional stress in him that needed an outlet, and as if to give him more of a physical one, the woman snarled, shouted something about shaming the honor of the Sunwoo Clan and jumped at him, spinning in midair to throw a kick his way faster than he could dodge, so he did the only thing he could, block it head on.

The foot connected with aura, stopping dead for all the effort it had, and instead of knocking him down as the woman expected, ended up causing her foot to break down the middle, as she fell back, to her credit balancing on one foot as she did so and while not crying out from the pain, glared daggers at him while all the others took position around him in a perfect circle, arms raised to attack him until Lee's voice shouted through them.

"What is going on here?" He said calmly, but with enough authority to silence all others.

"This Murim from Europe insulted the Honor of the Sunwoo Clan and La-" One behind Jaune began to speak, only for lee to shout him down.

"That was rhetorical! I have eyes, and more importantly I have ears which heard everything, all of you leave, you two," he pointed at two people nearest the injured woman. "Take her to be healed, I will speak to you of this later." As a group, the people bowed and left, leaving it to just Jaune and Lee Gyoo-Bum in seconds standing alone.

"I apologize for that, things have been a bit tense here lately, and you did destroy the car door."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that again… So, is there anywhere else to go, or could you drop me off back in the city, I need to find somewhere to stay."

"You have no home? A lone Murim as I assumed, we do not get many foreigners."

Jaune made a note that Murim did not seem to be an insult the way he heard it, he assumed it had to mean a fighter of some sort? When he asked that, Lee showed surprise.

"You do not know what Murim are? But those Martial Arts…"

"Um, I'm not a martial artist, I'm a Huntsman."

Lee gave a slight 'hmmm' at that, eyeing him strangely, before nodding as if deciding on something in his mind. "Very well. As thanks for aiding in defending the Clan Head, we can have you rest at one of our hotels until you are properly accommodated, Mr. Arc?" Jaune looked at Lee's outstretched hand and shook it after a few seconds of thought.

"Thank you very much!"

"Do wait, we need to get another car."

"Oh…right…" Jaune said, awkwardness returning as he looked at the shredded remains of the car door not a few feet from him. "Sorry again!"

An hour later found Jaune entering what he assumed to be an upscale hotel and brought by Lee Gyoo-Bum to a large suite, the man turned to Jaune, watching him take in the room, before pulling out a small black object and handing it to him.

"Forgive me for asking, but may I see your sword?" Lee asked, arms at his sides and nodding his head to the blade on Jaune's hip as the huntsman put the object on the nearby counter. "I assure you, I mean no Ill will, I am simply curious, there aren't many weapons users in the Sunwoo clan, especially those that use European weaponry. So, I rarely get to see one." Jaune looked at him, to the sword on his hip, and back to Lee, before unbuckling it from his waist and handing the blade sheath first to him.

"Thank you." He said, grasping the sheath in one hand by the middle like Jaune handed to him, and nearly falling over even as he raced his other hand to try and stabilize it by grabbing the other end, groaning under the weight before letting it fall to the floor with an ominous clattering thump.

"…Are you playing some kind of joke?" Jaune said as he grabbed it in one hand and set it on his hip again.

"Why is that so heavy?!"

"Feels fine to me…maybe you should workout more?" Jaune said, shrugging at the bewildered look Lee gave him, before the suited man coughed and composed himself, reaching into his jacket to pull out a small black plastic and glass object.

"If you need anything, please do not hesitate to contact me on the cell, it is the only number on it. Also all hotel meals will be comped to the Sunwoo clan, as thanks for saving Yi Shoon-Nim

Jaune nodded, thanking Lee for his hospitality as he left, turning around to the small suite, and inspecting the food and utilizes it had until he was sure what was where.

"What the fuck is a cellphone…" He said, taking out the phone and looking at it in his hand, accidently pressing a button that lit up the screen, "Ohhhh, it's like an old fashioned Scroll, Well, that'll take some getting used to, I haven't seen one of these since I helped move grandpa's stuff…"

Deciding after the long day, He took his chest plate off, and began to slowly remove his armor, pausing as he took the sheathed blade off his hip and tentatively pulled it from the sheath, eyes watering as he saw the blood stained and shattered blade bring all his trauma of taking Penny's life, failing to avenge Pyrrha, again, failing everyone forced him to fall to his knees and let out a strangled cry as tears flowed freely down his face.

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Lee Gyoo-Bum watched as the foreign Murim, assuming he was to be in privacy, break down weeping, apologizing, and saying the names of various people he did not recognize as he stared at the bloody sword laying on the bed.

"Strange…

"Sir?" The young clan member asked, looking away from the numerous TV screens monitoring the room, installed to record and document meetings for the Sunwoo Clan but now used on the European, currently weeping uncontrollably on the screen for the bed room area.

"This man claims to not be a Murim, but was able to ignore strikes from advanced practitioners of our martial arts and show such skill to tear metal with his bare hands." Lee said, cupping his chin and raising an eyebrow seeing the man cease weeping and collect himself to shower, mercifully there was no camera in there. "Not to mention how he is able to wield such heavy weapons with clear practiced ease…"

"Perhaps they have a different word for Murim in Europe?"

"Not that, they know what it's called here, but he didn't seem to register the word, he referred to himself as a 'huntsman'. I've not recalled hearing or seeing anything about that, and as Lady Jinnie said, the "Atlas Academy" in Europe or North America unless it was an underground sect, but even then…" he trailed off, watching as the taller blond crushed the metal doorknob in his hand, sighing and pushing the door open to the bathroom. "He shouldn't know about the cameras, so he wouldn't be showing off his Ki techniques like that…"

The younger clan member let out a chuckle to themselves and spoke aloud.

"Maybe he's just that strong? Like naturally superhuman to use something like the Strong Metal Hand technique like that." The man at the console laughed to himself again and did not notice the serious look Lee took at that.

"I have to take care of something with the future Clan Head and Jinnie, keep an eye on him and let me know what he gets up to." The younger clan member sighed to himself as he was ordered to stay monitoring the live feeds for anything important that could identify the man as a threat to the clan.

Not noticing as he leaned back to sigh while Lee left, that Jaune had left his room.

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Jaune found himself wandering the streets, not wanting to be cramped in the room, and to get away from his equipment, hoping to clear his head until he was ready to come back to clean the bloody remains of his sword.

Flexing his hands, as he walked down the road, idly noticing the stares, the pointing fingers of locals looking at him as he strolled down the sidewalk, 'Oh gods. It's like Atlas all over again…' Jaune thought to himself as many of the women looked at him red cheeks and coy smiles on their faces.

He wandered, idly musing about what to do with this strange new world he found himself in when a teenage boy, or so he assumed, with white hair stepped up next to him.

"Hey there!" He said, a pleased smile on his face as he kept pace with Jaune as he walked, "Just have to say that was very impressive of you earlier today!"

"Impressive?" Jaune asked, stopping as they were near an intersection, "What are you talking about?"

"Saving Yi Shioon!" He exclaimed, "Those guys were low level, but not total pushovers, yet you just rolled over them like a bull, also I have to say, for a European, your Korean is scary good!" He barely dodged back as Jaune's hand lashed out at him, fingers brushing the air right before his throat.

"Whoa! Whoa! Not here, jeez, do you European Murims not know how to be discrete!" The smaller man said, looking at all the people now staring at them.

"You sent people to murder an unarmed boy and you want me to be discrete?"

"Okay when you say it like that, it sounds kind of bad, just follow me, I can explain." The man said, fingers idly brushing against his throat. "You're pretty good, I didn't sense your Ki at all." With that he turned and went into a secluded alley, beckoning Jaune to follow, who after a brief glance, seeing all the crowd idly watching went after him, determined to get an answer. They walked for close to half an hour before the white-haired teen stopped and turned to face him.

"So are you part of the S.U.C? Defending Goomoonryong's disciple the way you did, you must be, no?" He asked, eyes hardening as he stared Jaune down.

"No idea what either of those things are, I just did what was right, defending someone being attacked that couldn't defend themselves, which if what you've told me, is more than I can say about you."

"If you're not a member of the S.U.C as you claim, let's see you prove it!" without further word, the boy launched forward, finger extended and aimed for Jaune's chest, raising an eyebrow at the absurdity of it the blond stood still, watching as the finger stopped dead, not even raising his aura to block the attack and grabbed the offending hand, finger pressing uselessly against his pec, the white haired boy staring at him eyes fully wide and jaw going slack as he pulled in vain against Jaune's arm, in a fluid motion he withdrew a blade and sliced out, scoring a small cut against Jaune's cheek which made him release the arm instinctively.

"By the brother gods, what the hell is wrong with you?" The boy looked up, having been staring at his hand and segmented sword in almost shock, "I don't know what S.U.C or Goomoonryong are, I don't know what it is you want, but if it's a fight, you'll get it."

"You really don't know?"

"Forget this." Jaune made to leave but stopped at the begging request of the knife user behind him now.

"I apologize, I have been trying to fight the S.U.C. it is a group of rogue Murim trying to cause chaos in Seoul. I had to be sure you were not one of them, if you were, you would have killed me already… I'm sorry again, I owe you."

Jaune looked at him, contemplating what to do before grunting and walking forward, needing more people to learn about this world as he could and not able to turn down a possible ally, hands in his pockets now, and pushing aura to his face to close the small cut there, which seemed to make the other boy gasp.

"Ok, you want to know me, my name is Jaune Arc. Yours?"

"Yoo Ji-gun, former student of the Strong Dragon School." Jaune made a note recalling the school in question brought up before with the incident in the alleyway.

"Alright Yoo Ji-gun, you want to talk to me, let's go, you're paying for some food."

"Yes Sir!"

Jaune paused at being addressed as such despite not being much older than him. Seeing Yoo bend over to lower his head "Enough of that, I'm hungry and have questions for you as well."

An hour and one lengthy conversation later, Jaune stared deadpan at Yoo who had a slight look of embarrassment at the Maid Café he took Jaune too, as a pair of the waitresses fawned over the blond man, one drapped over his shoulders to press her breasts against his back

"Right," Jaune spoke, having finished a rather large steak and fries, "So the S.U.C. are a terrorist group, you were expelled from your school for wanting to hunt them down and stop them, and are recruiting allies for this?"

"Yes. We call ourselves the Shinhyup Clan, other young Murim looking to stop the S.U.C. And I know this is a silly thing to ask as you have not gotten a good opinion of me so far…" Yoo looked around, as if trying to find the words. "But may I ask, how are you able to do the things you do, I should have put a hole through your chest, and cut your face wide open, yet instead, I almost broke my finger, and you got a tiny scratch…"

"I don't know to be honest, I guess people of this world are built different."

"'This world', you say that like your some kind of alien!" Yoo laughed, but it died to the silent look Jaune gave, not saying anything in turn, "But if you could do all of that without Ki…" the white haired swordsman looked up at him, a fierce look on his face before he finished speaking, "Would you join my clan?"

Jaune leaned back, taken aback at the abrupt change in conversation and request, but not wanting to lose momentum of the conversation, he kept speaking, pushing a set of photos, depicting horrendous crimes, murder, kidnapping, robbery, and worse being committed by men and women in skull faced head covering hoodies, not unlike the white fang's militant and Grimm masked uniforms…

"I know, it's not a good way to start the way we did, but we need help, the S.U.C. is going around attacking everyone, Murims and civilians, proclaiming it all in the name of Goomoonryong, as their god, and are growing with every day."

The word struck a chord in Jaune, bright golden light flashing into his mind, as the world around him froze, people in still poses as if on display like mannequins.

"Join him, fight against this cult that dares to taint the world my brother and I gave them in the name of a mere mortal." The God of Light said, the words it spoke carried a burning anger though his being and making him almost fall out of his chair, and time resumed.

"Alright, I lost my own school to a terrorist attack, I cannot ignore something like this. I will join you in honor of my dead friends." Yoo fell back, a smile breaking out on his face as he pumped a fist in the air.

"Excellent! We could use all the help we can get!"

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So, there we go, the first RWBY x The Breaker crossover. I got some ideas for it with a Jaune as a BAMF character, and as it's obvious by now, I'm making Jaune OP, he's not a baseline human, I will have part of a chapter dedicated in detail for what the differences between him and the standard humans down the road.

Is Jaune powerful as fuck? Yes.

Will he have challenging fights in which he can die? Absolutely, he is not going to be a god tier fighter compared the rest, He is going to be on or a little bit above Goomoonryong as a warrior, so the small fry is basically going to be ants to him as they are to any grandmaster