So this was my original chapter 3, but Grammarly decided to suck and I wasn't able to post it, forcing me to make a different doc for it. Enjoy my unfinished version! 

The sound of wood breaking echoed throughout the big green forest. Jaune repeatedly smashed his fists into the wooden blocks, cracking them until they fell out. A satisfying "Pop!" The sound is heard as Jaune picked up the block, being sucked up somehow into Jaune.

"Annnnnd done! That should be enough wood to get started." Jaune wiped some sweat off his forehead, finally finished with him breaking down trees. He now had one full stack of tree blocks.

Focusing his mind, a bright screen appeared in front of Jaune, showing his avatar, inventory, items, and of course the 4 squares used to craft things. Seeing the options to build using tree blocks, he transformed His tree blocks to wooden blocks.

x4 Woodblock stacks!

Filling 4 of his inventory slots, Jaune then created a crafting table. "Awesome! It's just like a video game! Man, how easy it'd be if Remnant ran on Video game logic...." And with that Jaune began to go to work.

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Remnant, Vale, Beacon Academy, Professor Ozpin's room:

The news of Jaune Arc's apparent death sparked like wildfire, not only throughout the school but even the media, needless to say, the students who didn't bully the kid were mad. And the media,

Were furious.

Every news article had the same or similar title,

"Bullied Beacon Academy Student Gone Missing!"

"Staff do nothing as Beacon Academy Student gets bullied. Dead!?"

"Jaune Arc. Student of Beacon Academy, missing?"

"How could Ozpin let this happen! Bullied student presumably dead!?

"Humans worse than Faunas, future huntsmen drive Beacon student to suicide!?"

"Accident, or suicide? Teen went missing in Beacon

"Can Ozpin be trusted?"

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Ozpin tapped his pale fingers onto his glass table furiously. He stared at his colleagues, each with their own guilty eyes staring back at him. Before any of the staff could speak, Ozpin's mouth opened. "You, are all... Disappointments..."

"Sir we-" Before Glynda could excuse herself and the others, Ozpin, slammed his fists. "NO! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GIVING ME A DAMN EXCUSE. YOU ALL ARE TEACHERS, TEACHERS OF A HUNTSMAN ACADEMY, A SCHOOL FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO PROTECT THE WEAK AND SAVE THE ENDANGERED. AND YOU ALL FAILED AT DOING SO! *Sigh* I sensed so much potential in the young boy, he had so much potential, so much that it even surpassed many other huntsmen I had met. With the correct training he... he...

"He could've been a hero..."

"He could have protected this world"

"He could have changed the world"

"He could have defeated her..."

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The Queen of Grimm sat in her bedroom, gazing at the pools of darkness spawning even more creations of darkness. Bored, she sat, waiting for something to happen. Until a seer floated in front of Salem. "What is it? It better be something good... oh my." Salem looked at what the seer showed with shock and amusement. "Oh, Ozma... you fucked up." Salem chuckled to herself, staring at the other news articles that showed the same topic.

"Jaune Arc, the boy who was betrayed by his kind. It seems as though humans are eviler than Grimm..."

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The Arc family was in shambles, most of them blamed themselves for the young boy's death, especially the father, each sister, except for Saffron, felt incredible guilt, they were some of the most affected people who contributed to Jaune's "Death"

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The teams closest to Jaune were affected a lot. Team RWBY and NPR all felt guilt and sorrow. Knowing it was their fault that Jaune was dead. Ruby and Yang were less cheery than usual, not calling out during classes and not being in their right mind. Blake let herself drown in her books, each book she finished reminded her of why she was reading so much, to keep her away from remembering as to who's a fault it had been for the blonde boy's death. Weiss studied even harder than before, yet all the stress given to her by the homework still couldn't muffle the guilt and pain slowly taking over her.

Nora didn't have many friends throughout her life, moving around remnant with Ren ever since she was little. So when she found Jaune, it felt as if all those problems disappeared, of course, Ren was also there. But having a real friend who WASN'T there your entire life was different. Despite only knowing Jaune for a few months, he managed to make her memories that would last a lifetime.

Nora was so close to Jaune that she decided to tell him her past.

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The two students sat on a bench, Nora of course, munched on pancakes. "So good~" Nora moaned with delight, she mowed down the rest of the pancakes. "*Gulp!* Soooo... Jaune." Jaune, hearing his name, suddenly jumped, "Huh!? S-sorry! I wasn't paying attention."

"I only just started talking silly!" Nora Laughed

"Oh... ok." Jaune chuckled

Nora shuffled a little, getting a little closer to Jaune. "I wanted to tell you something, I never told anyone in Beacon this and only Ren and I know about it." explained the orange-haired girl.

Nora's tone of voice was a little more serious than usual. Jaune closely listened on as she told him the story of how she and Ren met. "When I was a young girl, about 6, I was an orphan, and homeless..." Nora looked at the ground below her, grabbing onto her skirt tightly for a few seconds. Until Jaune placed his hand onto one of her clenched fists, "Go on." He calmly spoke.

She breathed a large amount of air before continuing her story. "I was barely able to get by, living on scraps and bread crumbs." Jaune looked at the poor girl with sympathy.

"(Thoughts) That explains why she's always so hungry." Jaune turned his head to fully face her, now focused on the story.

"That was when I met Ren, he was shy and timid, and I was scared and afraid. We met briefly before [arting ways. That was also the day where... Grimm attacked, they took away Ren's mother and father, it destroyed the entire village. Rampaging through buildings, there was no huntsman around to help us. I was terrified until Ren held my hand and pulled me under a house, he told me "It's alright, we'll be ok." And throughout our adventures, we were held each other close, protecting each other. Then we met you and Phyrrah, you two were some of the most trustworthy friends and pals we could hope for, along with team RWBY of course. I just wanted to say, thank you, and to... help us strengthen our relationship." As Nora finished her sentence, the blonde boy stood in silence and shock. He had never thought Nora of all people would ever be this serious or even have this much of a backstory.

"O-oh! Would you look at the time, I-I mean We gotta head back to the dormitories!" Nora quickly stood up, dusted off her skirt and ran straight past Jaune, all the way to the dormitories.

The next day...

Team JNPR sat in... Annnnd that's where it ends! Originally I wanted Jaune to be a really good cook, and make delicious foods that Nora would devour. These memories would only deepen the cut in Nora's mistakes. So yeah cya