W H I T E // Naruto X Rwby

Amity Colosseum
Rinko made his way up to the audience seats, his steps calm and measured as the crowd's cheers still echoed faintly in the background. When he finally reached his destination, he was met by familiar faces-Team RWBY and Team JNPR-who were all waiting eagerly.
"RINKO!" Nora's voice was the first to break through the din as she bounded up to him, practically glowing with excitement. "You were AMAZING out there!"
Ruby nodded enthusiastically, her silver eyes practically sparkling. "That was so cool! You took down four people by yourself! How do you even do that?"
Yang smirked, punching his shoulder lightly. "Yeah, bro. I knew you were tough, but that was a whole other level."
Weiss, however, was a bit more restrained. She crossed her arms, looking him over with a critical yet impressed gaze. "Well, you've certainly proven that you're more than capable. Though, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised."
"You really handled that well," Pyrrha said, her voice warm with genuine admiration. "Your composure and strategy were... flawless."
Jaune, meanwhile, looked like he was still trying to process what he'd just witnessed. "Yeah... that was insane. How are you not exhausted after all that? Remind me never to spar with you, okay? I don't think my aura would hold up like theirs did."
Rinko chuckled from Jaune's comment as he waved off the praise with a small, almost sheepish smile. "Maa... It wasn't that big of a deal. Just a matter of using the right tactics at the right time."
Ren raised an eyebrow, his tone neutral but with a hint of respect. "A modest answer, but your skill speaks for itself. Few could've handled that the way you did."
"Yeah, seriously," Blake finally chimed in, her arms crossed but her amber eyes showing clear approval. "You made it look effortless."
Rinko shrugged lightly, "I had good training," he said nonchalantly, as though his remarkable performance in the arena was just another day for him.
Weiss, however, was not letting that go.
She crossed her arms and raised a finely arched brow, glaring at her adopted brother. "Oh, really?" she shot back, her voice laced with curiosity and suspicion. "Yeah, about that—when did you even start training at that level? Last I checked, you used to complain every time Klein suggested a jog. Now you're out here effortlessly dismantling an entire team? Seriously, who even are you, Rinko? Tell me!"
Rinko chuckled softly at her barrage of questions, the sound light and teasing. "Weiss, Weiss, Weiss," he said, shaking his head. "You're acting like this is some big mystery. I've always been capable, just... low-key about it."
Weiss huffed, crossing her arms tightly. "Low-key?! You just took out Sage and Scarlet like they were amateurs! Sun and Neptune don't even know what to do next! That's not 'low-key,' that's borderline impossible! And don't even try to give me some vague non-answer about 'good training.' Spill it. Now."
Her voice carried over the chatter of the crowd, drawing a few amused glances from their peers.
Team RWBY and Team JNPR exchanged amused looks, caught between the tension brewing between Weiss and Rinko.
Ruby whispered to Yang, "She's really on a roll, huh?"
Yang chuckled in response, "Classic Weiss."
Rinko could only smile, scratching the back of his head in a gesture that seemed both genuine and evasive.
He couldn't exactly tell them the truth-that he was reincarnated, that he wasn't Rinko Schnee at all, but Kakashi Hatake, the legendary Copy Ninja, former Hokage, and a man who'd lived through countless battles in another world.
Instead, he shrugged with practiced nonchalance and glanced at his watch. "Oh, look at the time-it's lunch. Let's go grab a meal."
With that, Rinko turned and started walking away.
Ruby and Yang stifled their laughter as Weiss sputtered in frustration. "DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT, YOU!" she bellowed, storming after him, her heels clicking furiously against the arena's floor.
The others followed behind, chuckling at Weiss's reaction.
Atlas Ship, Winter Schnee
Far above the arena, Winter Schnee sat in a quiet observation room aboard the Atlas ship, her attention fixed on the screen replaying the most recent moments of the Amity Tournament.
The atmosphere around her was lively, as some of the guards placed bets and exchanged jokes, their voices blending into the background hum of the ship.
Winter, however, paid them no mind. Her thoughts were elsewhere, her icy-blue eyes narrowing as she leaned back in her chair, her gloved fingers steepled in front of her face.
Rinko Schnee.
Her little brother-or at least, the person who bore that name.
The footage looped again, showing Rinko's effortless dismantling of Team SSSN. His movements were precise, controlled, almost methodical, as if he had orchestrated the entire fight like a symphony. There was no hesitation in his strikes, no wasted motion. Every action was deliberate and devastating.
It was all so unlike the boy she remembered.
Rinko had once been brash and overconfident, quick to argue, and even quicker to puff himself up to prove his worth to anyone who doubted him. He was stubborn, headstrong, and often more trouble than he was worth. But this Rinko was... different.
Too different.
Her thoughts wandered to recent events.
The news that had shocked Atlas society: Rinko had rescued Jacques Schnee. The headline still echoed in her mind. The man who had cast such a long, dark shadow over their family-saved by Rinko.
They had a call a few months back, after their father was kidnapped, that Rinko would save Jacques.
She believes in him, but she never expected it to be this soon.
Her jaw had nearly dropped when she first heard the news. Even now, she couldn't reconcile the Rinko she saw on screen with the brother she once knew.
"Is this his way of redeeming himself?" she murmured under her breath. "Fixing what's broken between him and Weiss, or trying to restore the Schnee family's tarnished name?"
The guards' chatter faded to silence as a figure entered the room-a higher-ranking officer just below Winter's own rank. The crisp click of boots against the floor caught her attention as her personal adjutant stepped forward.
"Specialist Schnee," the officer said, saluting smartly. "Your next briefing is ready."
Winter didn't answer immediately. Her eyes lingered on the screen, replaying the moment Rinko dispatched Scarlet with unnerving precision.
'Controlled. Cold. Ruthlessly efficient.' Winter thought as she sighed.
Was this truly her brother? Or had he become someone entirely unrecognizable?
Finally, with a slow, deliberate motion, she rose from her seat, her usual icy composure slipping back into place like a well-worn mask.
"Understood," she said curtly.
She followed the officer out of the room, the hum of the screen fading behind her as they walked through the sterile hallways of the Atlas ship. Her boots echoed softly against the pristine floor, her mind still spinning with unanswered questions.
Rinko Schnee-prestigious businessman, Jacques' right-hand, and now a huntsman-in-training. The boy who had once seemed destined to follow in their father's footsteps was now carving a path of his own, one shrouded in mystery and contradiction.
Fairgrounds, Team RWBY, Team JNPR, and Rinko Schnee.
The fairgrounds were alive with chatter and the scent of freshly cooked food lingering in the crisp air.
Team RWBY and Team JNPR sat together at one of the long tables scattered across the area, finishing the remnants of their meals. Plates and trays lay stacked in front of them, a testament to Nora's voracious appetite.
"Ahhhhhh!" Nora let out an unapologetic, thunderous burp, leaning back in her chair with a contented grin. "Now that hit the spot!"
Ruby laughed, nearly spilling her drink. "Geez, Nora, you're gonna scare the rest of the fairgoers!"
Ren, seated beside her, let out a sigh, though there was a faint hint of amusement in his usually calm demeanor. "You could at least pretend to have some manners."
"Why pretend when I'm already perfect?" Nora retorted, winking at Ren, who merely shook his head, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Meanwhile, Rinko Schnee sat at the far end of the table, finishing the last of his ramen. He let out a small burp before quickly clearing his throat. "Woops," he muttered, attempting to act casual.
Blake, seated nearby, pushed her empty plate aside and leaned back with a stretch.
"So," Blake began, her amber eyes shifting to Rinko, "what's your plan for the next round? You're up against some pretty tough competition. You've made a lot of fans, but some strong enemies too."
Rinko sighed, resting his chin on his hand. "Eh... I'll just face them. That's really all there is to it."
He reached into his bag, pulling out a paperback book. On its cover, the words Whirlpool of Love, Vol. 3 were emblazoned in an overly dramatic font, the spin-off series of Ninja of Love.
Rinko opened the book, flipping to his bookmarked page. "Honestly, I've got no big plans," he continued, his tone lazy. "All I want right now is to lay back, read this masterpiece, and relax before someone drags me back into the arena."
The table fell quiet for a moment as everyone processed the sight of the stoic warrior engrossed in an overly romanticized novel.
Weiss blinked, incredulous. "You're still reading that drivel? Seriously?"
Rinko glanced up at her, a sly grin spreading across his face. "It's not 'drivel.' It's art. You should try it sometime, Princess."
The rest of the table stared at him, utterly flabbergasted. They knew he was a chill guy but they never knew he was this chill.
Here he was, casually reading a cheesy romance novel, more interested in fictional drama than the real thing.
Jaune cleared his throat awkwardly, his usual bravado failing him as he tried to make sense of the situation. "Soo... no plans for the next round? You don't seem to care much about the tournament or fighting at all," he remarked, his voice a mixture of confusion and genuine curiosity.
Rinko simply shrugged, his smirk widening. "Fighting's fun and all, but it's not everything, Jaune. The world's full of interesting things. Sometimes, you gotta step back and enjoy the little stuff." He flipped a page, his attention back fully on his book. "For me, right now, that's this."
Nora tilted her head, the sheer contrast between his actions and what they'd expected left her more curious than anything else.
"Aren't you worried about the other teams coming for you? They'll want to take you down after all those moves you pulled earlier." Nora said as she used a toothpick.
Rinko chuckled, glancing up from his book, his eyes gleaming with a sense of quiet confidence. "Let them try. I'm always up for a challenge. But until then..." He grinned, sinking further into his chair, "I think I'll just enjoy my art."
Team RWBY and Team JNPR exchanged uncertain glances. This wasn't the Rinko they had imagined. Yet, somehow, it made him all the more intriguing.
Weiss rolled her eyes as Rinko could only chuckle on her reaction.
As Weiss was about to continue eating, her gaze landed on an Atlassian Airship.
The moment she saw it, a spark of recognition lit up in her eyes, and her breath hitched slightly. "She's here!" Weiss said, standing up suddenly, her voice filled with urgency.
Team RWBY and Team JNPR exchanged confused glances, unsure of who she was referring to. Before they could ask, Weiss turned to Rinko with a determined look on her face.
"Rinko! She's here!" Weiss said as she took a step beside him. She's referring to Winter. But she didn't say it.
"Uhh.. Who's here—woah!?" Before Rinko—Kakashi—could even question her further, she dragged him by the arm.
"We'll be right back, guys!" Weiss yelled as they turned to a corner as they disappeared to the crowd.
The rest of Team RWBY and Team JNPR were left to wonder, their eyes following the pair as they disappeared into the mass of people.
They had no idea where Weiss was leading him, or why she seemed so intent on getting him there so quickly.
Beacon Landing Pad
"What are we doing out here?" he asked, feigning ignorance to mask his nerves. Rinko jogged along with Weiss.
Weiss shot him an annoyed look over her shoulder. "You don't recognize it?"
Rinko blinked. "Recognize what?"
With a sigh, Weiss gestured ahead. "Winter's ship, you dolt! Who else would come here with that kind of entourage?"
A bead of sweat rolled down Rinko's cheek. "Of course..." he murmured.
Before he could say more, Weiss suddenly lit up with excitement. "Gasp—there she is! Winter!"
Ahead of them, Winter Schnee stood commanding a group of Atlesian soldiers and androids. Her pristine uniform and authoritative stance exuded confidence as she issued precise orders.
At the sound of Weiss's voice, Winter turned her head. Her sharp blue eyes landed first on Weiss, and her expression softened into a faint smile.
Winter's gaze remained firm on Rinko, her posture perfectly composed, as Weiss practically beamed beside them. Rinko, hands still in his pockets, met Winter's eyes evenly but with a subtle tension. It was clear from his demeanor that while he didn't fear Winter, he respected the authority she carried.
Weiss, always eager to bridge gaps between her siblings, clapped her hands together with excitement. "Winter! Isn't it wonderful? We're all here at Beacon! It feels like a proper family reunion."
Winter's expression softened slightly at Weiss' enthusiasm, but when her eyes shifted back to Rinko, her features hardened again, albeit subtly. "Weiss," she greeted warmly, her tone almost affectionate before turning more measured, "And Rinko."
Rinko nodded. "Winter," he replied, his tone calm but reserved.
The air between them felt charged-neither hostile nor warm. Their last conversation replayed in Winter's mind: Rinko's determination to carve his own path, his unyielding resolve to become a Huntsman, and his mission to locate their father.
The younger brother who once reminded her too much of Jacques seemed different now, but the guardedness in her heart persisted.
Weiss, seemingly oblivious to the underlying tension, chimed in brightly. "Oh, Winter, you have no idea how much I've missed you! And Rinko's been doing great here too. Right, Rinko?"
Rinko glanced at her, caught slightly off guard by her enthusiasm but managing a small nod. "It's been... an adjustment," he said. "But I'm managing."
Winter observed him closely, her eyes narrowing slightly as if assessing the truth of his words. Then, she nodded with a faint note of approval. "Good. That's what I like to hear."
Weiss, brimming with excitement, launched into a stream of chatter. "You're going to love it here, Winter! I know you've traveled a lot for your duties, but Beacon is so different from Atlas. The government and the school are completely separate—can you believe it? And—"
Winter held up a hand, cutting her off. "I'm well aware of how this kingdom manages its institutions. That is not why I'm here."
Weiss' excitement deflated slightly. "R-right... Of course. Sorry, Winter."
Winter's sharp gaze moved back to Rinko. "Nor did I come to witness my own blood fail so miserably in battle," she said pointedly, crossing her arms. Her words were sharp, though her tone held a faint undercurrent of disappointment rather than hostility. "But it appears I have no choice in the matter."
Weiss looked taken aback, confusion and hurt flashing across her face. "But—we won!" she protested.
Winter arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Only a novice would call that a victory. I counted at least three strikes missed. Your timing was sloppy, and your form lacked discipline."
Weiss' shoulders sagged under the weight of her sister's critique, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I... I thought we did well," she muttered.
Rinko, meanwhile, remained silent, his expression unreadable. Winter's critique of Weiss didn't seem to faze him, though he quietly analyzed the subtext of her words.
After a moment, Winter sighed, her tone softening slightly. "But I suppose... you did your best," she said, resting a hand on Weiss' shoulder.
Weiss' face lit up at the faint praise. "Thank you, Winter! That means so much coming from you."
Winter's lips curved into the faintest of smiles, a rare warmth breaking through her otherwise composed demeanor. Then, her attention shifted back to Rinko. Her gaze remained steady, assessing him as though searching for something beneath his calm exterior.
"And you, Rinko," Winter began, her tone carrying a hint of intrigue. "Your skills were... unexpected."
Rinko shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm a fast learner. Adaptability comes naturally."
Before he could finish, Winter stepped forward and slapped him lightly on the head. "Ow—" he winced, rubbing the spot.
"Act like you're a Schnee, Rinko," Winter admonished, her tone exasperated but not unkind. "You've been behaving far too casually. You're giving the Schnee name disdain—Weiss has told me as much."
Rinko cast a side-eye glance at Weiss, who looked away sheepishly. Then, Winter continued, her voice tinged with frustration. "And didn't I tell you to keep in touch? You could've at least left me a message."
Rinko, caught between annoyance and respect, straightened his posture. After a brief pause, he adopted a more formal tone. "I apologize, sister. I anticipated that Weiss would update you on my progress, so I thought it unnecessary to contact you myself."
Winter sighed, a flicker of weariness passing across her features. "Still, you should have reached out. You're my brother, Rinko. Communication isn't just a courtesy—it's a responsibility."
For a moment, Rinko remained silent, his usual nonchalance giving way to a hint of introspection. "I understand," he said at last.
Winter's expression softened again, though her authoritative presence remained. "Good. I'm glad you're doing well, Rinko. And..." she hesitated for a moment before adding, "I'm proud of you—for stepping up."
Rinko blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the admission. Then, he gave a small nod, the corners of his lips curving upward in the faintest of smiles. "Thank you, Winter."
The tension between them seemed to ease slightly, and Weiss, who had been anxiously observing the exchange, let out a relieved breath. Her posture relaxed, and she beamed as she turned her attention to Winter.
"Anyways," Winter said, breaking the momentary silence, "I have business with General Ironwood and your headmaster. However, since I seem to have arrived earlier than expected, why don't you two show me your quarters in the meantime?" Her stern expression softened, and a small smile tugged at her lips as she looked at Weiss.
"Really?!" Weiss exclaimed, her voice tinged with childlike excitement.
Winter gave a curt nod. "Yes, I wish to inspect them and ensure they meet my personal standards."
Weiss immediately jumped in, her enthusiasm bubbling over. "Of course! But, um, just so you're aware, the bunk beds might look a bit... unstable."
Winter halted mid-step, her sharp gaze snapping to Weiss. "Bunk beds?" she repeated, her tone laced with disbelief.
Rinko chuckled under his breath. "My room's probably well below your standards, Winter. Considering we grew up in a mansion, Beacon's simplicity might not impress you."
Winter crossed her arms, her expression unyielding but not unkind. "We shall see, Rinko. All that truly matters is that everything is properly organized. Cleanliness and order reflect discipline, after all."
"I see," Rinko replied, his tone polite but tinged with a hint of amusement.
With that, the three Schnee siblings began walking side by side, their footsteps echoing across Beacon Academy's courtyard.
The midday sun bathed the towering stone buildings and bustling students in golden light, a stark contrast to the cold, metallic gleam of Atlas.
[End]