"Robin," Chrom wasn't one to question his most trusted tactician, and friend, but this seemed… off.
"What's up Chrom" Robin looked up from his newest strategy book.
"Is it really a good idea to be wandering around like this, searching for random Risen to fight? Most of our weapons are broken, and we're starting to-"
"Chrom, Chrom, Chrom. Who's the Master Tactician here?"
"You are but—"
"Then you should listen to me when I say that this is essential for my, our, plans. How can we expect to defeat Grima when most of our troops are so underleveld? Do you want us to get a game over?"
Underleveled? Game over? Chrom had no idea what these phrases meant, but he assumed that it was complicated tactician stuff.
"I guess not. I still have my doubts, but I trust you."
"Now was that so hard? Now if this conversation is over, I need to get back to my book."
A "Smashing" RejectionChrom had been drinking again. A lot. Like seriously, he's been drinking so much, it's surprising that he hasn't died from alcohol poisoning yet.
It all started when a multicolored ball envelope came. Inside was a letter from a Master Hand. After consulting Robin, who had also received said letter and was jumping up and down in his office screaming like a little child, Chrom learned that it was from group of legendary heroes, who came together in a fighting tournament, and is adored by even the gods. And Chrom hadn't got in. He would've been fine if only he hadn't been accepted, but both Robin and Lucina were accepted. To add insult to injury, Chrom HAD been allowed to accompany Robin and Lucina to the fighting arena, only being allowed to partake in a trailer, Naga knows what that is. And even worse, he was to called upon by Robin whenever he activated a skill known as a "Final Smash" and after said skill was over, he was immediately removed from the arena. He didn't even get to fight!
At first, he tried to not be jealous of Robin and Lucina, but in the end, he couldn't and then turned to drinking.
Gods, if only the Shepherds could see me now, Chrom thought bitterly as he took another shot.
