Disclaimer: I do not own any of the SSBM characters, stages, games, ideas, or any of the original characters depicted in the Nintendo games. Nintendo owns all rights to them, as such. I do, however, own Kabol Schezar, and all original ideas in this story and would appreciate it if no one would steal them from me, thanks all!
A Smashing Story - The New Comer
Kabol back flipped out of the man's path, as he swung the sword at him. The man continued to charge toward him. Kabol smirked, as he saw and opening in the man's sluggish movements, and took the opportunity to duck, and sweep the man's legs. The man fell to the ground, and Kabol grabbed his wrist, forcing him to drop the sword.
"Good!" a cry came from behind him. "Very well done Kabol, you have passed the skill test," he said, applauding Kabol's effort. Kabol quickly got up from his training partner and bowed to his sensei.
The dojo master then turned to the rest of his students. "Thank you all for being here today, that concludes the tests. Class is dismissed," the teacher stated, and all the students responded with a bow, and began filing out of the room in an orderly fashion. Kabol began to follow, after giving another bow, but his master stopped him.
"Please, Kabol, come sit with me. I wish for your company."
"Certainly, sensei," Kabol replied, and sat beside the man in a meditative position.
"Please, call me Hiroshi, you have learned much, and despite my praise, have remained modest."
"Please sensei Hiroshi, I still have much to learn, under your teachings." Hiroshi sighed at Kabol's persistent politeness, but couldn't help but smile. "Would you like some tea, sensei?"
"You are too kind to an old man such as myself," he chuckled. "You are 18, young boys at your age should be picking on people like me," he called to him, as Kabol was preparing tea.
"You must learn to treat yourself as such," Kabol said with a smile, handing him the tea.
"Ah thank you, these bones of mine are still weak," Hiroshi replied, sipping the tea. He glanced over at Kabol, who had his eyes closed, meditating, but he knew that Kabol could hear every word, he was talented that way. "I want to thank you, Kabol," his tone turned a little more serious.
Kabol picked up on this, and turned to him. "Sensei Hiroshi? What is the matter?"
"Nothing," he sighed, "it's just that you can learn little more from a weak old man such as myself," he rose a finger to stop Kabol from speaking, "and from a simple dojo such as this." Kabol stared at him, allowing his master to continue. "But, I know of a place where you could get training, against all types of opponents and weapons." This piqued Kabol's interest. He rose an eyebrow at his master, and Hiroshi smiled at the sight, knowing he had caught his interest.
"Here," he handed Kabol a piece of paper. "These are directions in order to reach the place, you must go there, but only when you can afford to live there, do you understand? Go home, prepare, tell your parents. You have graduated from your high school already, and as of this moment, from this dojo." Kabol has a surprised expression on his face when he saw the along with the sheet of paper, a scroll was handed to him. He opened it, and read the diploma of his graduation.
"Sensei Hiroshi, you mean?" Hiroshi held up a finger to stop his sentence.
"Yes, now go! Your new future awaits." Kabol slowly rose, staring at the scroll of his graduation. He went to leave the dojo, but turned swiftly, and gave a bow, of the deepest honor he could muster to his master. Hiroshi nodded his head in agreement, and motioned his hand for him to move on. Kabol left, and Hiroshi continued sipping his tea. "I look forward to your return, many years later, Kabol Schezar."
Kabol couldn't help but stare in awe at the castle that stood before him. It's magnificent splendor filled the scene beautifully. He could tell now how this was kept a secret, as it was stated in the note with the directions written on it.
Kabol stepped up to the massive doors, and lifted the massive knocker. The note told him to knock three times, no more, no less. This was extremely important, so Kabol took great care in counting each knock. One...rumble...two...rumble...three...rumble.
A man stood behind it, bowing and greeting Kabol. "We have been expecting you, Kabol Schezar." Kabol shot a confused look at the butler appearance of a man. "You did knock three times?" he asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes, yes I did," Kabol replied. "And I am Kabol, but...how did-" the man held up his hand, cutting off his sentence.
"All will be revealed soon, but first, you must meet the lord of the castle," the man bowed, curving his torso, and holding out his hands, to motion for Kabol's entrance. The door closed behind Kabol, and the man led him up the stairs.
The castle was finely furnished on the inside, very traditional style. The rugs were kept clean, and were vastly large, most covering over half the room hey resided in. The main staircase was very fancy, having a carpet, and a rug that ran down it. The railings were oak. The place looked like something out of the medieval times, and must have cost a fortune to build.
"This castle was built in the middle of the sixteenth century," the man said, noticing Kabol's intrigued glares. "We took this place over when we needed a secret place to hold our training sessions and battles, but," the man paused, smiling, "you must know this already."
"Indeed I do," Kabol replied. They exited the foyer, and entered a long hallway, with many doors on each side. Kabol wondered what could be behind them, as the castle was so empty. Kabol followed the man, staring down a rug that stretched to the end of the hallway. The design was very intricate, and whoever weaved such a rug, must be truly talented.
After reaching the end of the hallway, the man led Kabol up a long stone, spiral staircase. The staircase was plain, rather small, allowing little room for even two people to pass each other side by side. After reaching the top, the butler motioned Kabol to enter the room before them, and he left, his feet clapping on the stone steps.
Kabol slowly entered the room, immediately taking notice to the priority of the room, the large chair the rested behind the large wood desk. The office seemed more like a library with many books and files. The chair slowly turned around, revealing a man sitting behind it, smoking a cigar.
"Greeting," the man said. He removed the cigar from his mouth, and put it out. He got up from the chair, and went to greet him. "You must be Kabol," he said, shaking Kabol's hand firmly. "I am Master Hand, I see you are here for the replacement smasher?"
Replacement...suddenly it hit Kabol. "You are master hand of the Super Smash Brothers Melee tournament?!" Kabol exclaimed in surprise.
Me: Yay! I had to get SSBM in the first chapter ha ha, anyway, hope you all enjoyed it. I am notorious for introductions, as you may see in future fan fictions I may post. For now, this is what I have
Samus: What? What is this?!
Me: Ack! Samus, when did you get here?
Fox: Shortly after I did! What is this disgraceful fan fiction, why...it doesn't have me in it!
Roy: Nor me!
Me: Umm...guys, take it easy now, no need to be mobbing...umm next chapter...I promise...
Link: Get him!
Me: Aaaaah!!! Oh by the way, reviews would be great, thanks! --looks back at Link-- Yikes!