The Final Boss Arc
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Had to do it .Jaune's team gets pretty used to the idea that he ends up isekaied to random fantasy worlds every night. Team RWBY...not so much.
Ruby: "Wha...what's with Jaune's aura?"
*Goodwitch takes a good, long look at the multiple overlapping bars of Jaune's aura meter compared to Cardin's."
Jaune: "YOU EITHER DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO SEE YOURSELF BECOME THE SECRET BOSS."
Nora: "Oooh, he's starting with the gauntlets!"
Ren: *meditating* "Cardin's not going to push him to the katana."
Pyrrha: *worried* "We'll have to get Professor Goodwitch to call it off if Jaune brings out the scythe."
Nora: "Remember when he pulled out the staff? I think they're calling the crater the 'Fist of Arc' now."
The Final Boss Arc
Combat class had seen chaos, but Beacon reached new heights of disbelief the day Jaune Arc requested a multi-team spar.
Glynda Goodwitch peered over her glasses, perplexed. "Mr. Arc, are you certain? This is hardly...""I'll be fine, Professor," Jaune said calmly.
Everyone in the class except the rest of jnpr either had suspicion or concern, on their face.
RWBY exchanged glances. CFVY stretched. SSSN cracked knuckles.
Only JNPR reacted like the circus had come to town. Nora was vibrating so fast Ren had to put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from liftoff.
"Ohhhh—it's happening," she squealed. "HE'S GONNA DO IT!" Pyrrha winced.Ren sighed.
"This is what we feared."
Goodwitch stepped back. The buzzer sounded.
And Jaune… changed. The air shifted as if recognizing a higher authority.
His aura stirred, then bloomed in golden waves, casting him in a warm, dangerous glow. His posture rose tall, sovereign. His eyes darkened with something deep.
He stepped forward, voice ringing like a bell:
"Let the curtain rise… upon your final performance." Nora lets out a shriek of pure joy.
Ruby blurred forward, only for Jaune to step aside like she wasn't even there.
His voice boomed with knightly authority:
"Phase One: Fallen Knight Ascendant.
Come forth, and test your courage."
Weiss summoned a glyph. Jaune brushed past and it shattered. Blake went for a flank. It was blocked, effortlessly.Yang lunged, but she was caught, and it was twisted, and redirected.
He fought not like Jaune Arc of Beacon Academy their know, but like the hero in a painting, clean, precise, inevitable.
CFVY charged as a unit flanking him in a perfect formation. Jaune inhaled.
Lightning crawled up his arms, crackling between his fingers. His hair lifted in the charged air. Nora screamed in delight, "THUNDER FORRRRM!"
Goodwitch attempted discipline.
Nora ignored her entirely. Jaune raised his blade:
"Phase Two: Herald of Thunder.
Let the storm speak."
Wind burst outward. Electricity danced across the floor. Coco lost her sunglasses, an unprecedented tragedy. Every strike boomed.
Every dodge sizzled. CFVY staggered under the onslaught.
RWBY stared in awe and mild horror. RWBY and SSSN regrouped ready to help CFVY. They focused on Jaune. Jaune's aura dimmed… then swirled, half-gold, half-black, like twilight overtaking day.Ruby gasped. "Oh Dust, HE HAS A DARK FORM?!" Yang sputtered, "WHY DOES HE GET THE COOL STUFF?!"
Blake whispered, "Who let him be hot and edgy?!"Jaune lifted his weapon in a sweeping, elegant flourish. "Phase Three: Eclipse Champion.When the light falters… I remain."
He moved faster. Hit harder.
Shadow and gold danced behind every motion.
Even Ozpin straightened in his seat as he is watching the feeds. Nora was practically convulsing with pride.
The teams are slowly chipping away at Jaune. Everyone watching this fight are holding their breathe. Then suddenly, Jaune's aura finally flickered. Everyone braced. Surely he must be weakening. But JNPR didn't move. Ren breathed, "Here it comes." Pyrrha whispered, "Oh… Jaune…" Nora clasped her hands like she was witnessing a holy miracle.
The arena fell silent. The three teams stopped attacking confused on what's going on, that moment of confusion doomed them.
Jaune closed his eyes. Golden embers, tiny fragments of his aura, lifted into the air, gathering behind him in a swirling constellation. Their glow was not bright, but ancient. Heavy. Regal.
The air felt reverent. His voice came soft, solemn, weighted with centuries of loss and duty: "You have fought with valor. And for that… I honor you."
The sparks coalesced into a brief, ethereal crown. Then dissolved.
Jaune raised his sword in both hands, a knight saluting worthy foes. "A king stands so others may rise." His aura unfurled into a sweeping cloak of light, regal and grave. He opened his eyes, calm, resolute, impossibly old.
"Final Phase…" He stepped forward with gentle inevitability. "...The Last King of a Broken World." And then he moved.Not fast.Not furious.
But with the precision and dignity of a monarch delivering judgment.
His strikes were not punishments, they were acknowledgments. One by one, teams fell. Not crushed, but humbled. When the dust settled, Jaune stood alone, cloak fading. He bowed. A king's bow. To honor them. The silence afterward was absolute. Then Nora burst, she cant contain herself from an awesome scene .
Nora launched into Jaune like a missile.
"JAUNE ARC, YOU GLORIOUS ANGEL OF AWESOME, WE NEED TO MAKE MORE FORMS!"
Everyone else groaned. Ren rubbed his temples. "Nora, please." Pyrrha begged, "Let him rest!"
Weiss shouted, "NO MORE PHASES!"
Yang threw her hands up. "WE'RE GONNA DIE."
Blake muttered, "If he gets a stealth form, I'm transferring." Sun flopped face-first. "Make her stop…" Coco groaned, "Not the notebook…"
Jaune blinked. "…What notebook?" Nora gasped. "You DO have one!" "W-well," Jaune blushed, "I've been brainstorming..."
Half the room screamed in despair. "NO!"
Nora pumped her fist like she'd won the lottery.
"JAUNE, TOMORROW WE'RE MAKING A FIRE FORM!" Everyone else groaned in pain and spiritual defeat.Jaune just scratched his cheek.
"…So that's a yes?" And Nora shouted to the heavens: "JAUNE ARC : FUTURE KING OF TOO MANY FORMS!" The room groaned again.