Hello again, thanks for supporting the story by reading it! Anyways, I do not own any of the characters from the Super Smash Brothers series.
"Uh...uh" spewed out of my mouth as the sight of all these fighters left me wordless. It seemed like everybody understood though as they swarmed me, asking me questions such as what my name was, where I was from, do you like video games, and if I wanted to be their best friend.
Deciding that enough was enough, I cleared my throat while raising Ragnell in the air at the same time. At once, everybody quieted down as they were looking at me quizzically.
"Sorry, but I had to get your attention somehow. Anyways, my name's Ike and I am the leader of the Greil Mercenaries. I just got invited to Smash and I was wondering where Master Hand was."
"No need to look for me because I am right here!" A voice boomed as two hands glided through the large stairs in front of the doors. The right hand moved closer to me as if examining me. "Ah, so you're Ike! Welcome, welcome! I am Master Hand and the other one is my brother, Crazy Hand." The left hand waved at me vigorously. "Anyways, I just came down to see and welcome you in. I'm sure you must be excited to tour the mansion and maybe get some training in. Right now I have to do some paperwork to make you a part of the Smash family. I will let one of my most trusted fighters to give you a tour. Samus?" Master Hand called out and the advanced armored person turned its head towards the right hand and gave a nod. "Alrighty then, I need to go. It was nice meeting you!" And disappeared as quickly as he entered.
Everybody dispersed until it was just this Samus person and I. "Um anyways, it's nice to meet you Samus." I said as a stuck out my left hand. The armored person looked at my hand for a second and then took of its helmet. Underneath all that armor lied a very attractive lady with the silkiest blond hard and sharp blue eyes.
"Hello. I'm supposed to give you a tour so first I'll show you your room so you don't have to lug your possessions everywhere." She replied in a deadpan voice as she started walking up the steps.
Well, she seems to be a very straight forward person. I thought as I rushed up the stairs to catch up to her.
After taking a couple turns, she showed me the room I will be staying at for my time in Smash.
"Here's your room. It has a shower, bathroom, tv, bed, closet, and some gaming systems. Also, you need this key. It allows you to access not just your room but other facilities such as the training hall as well. I'm going to wait outside for you to unpack."
Thankful that she gave me some privacy, I decided to throw the sack of clothes and toiletries I brought with me onto the bed so I can organize it when I come back. However, I kept Ragnell with me as I stepped out of the room to continue the tour. Samus didn't bother to look back at me as she walked down the hall.
"I'm going to show you the facilities that you can use. There's many of them to fit your needs such as a swimming pool, a track, etc." She explained as we continued to snake through multiple hallways. The facilities that caught my eye was the weight room, the training hall, and the dining hall. The weight room seemed to have every piece of equipment ever made and was very organized. Trainers were there constantly to spot any fighters who needed it and would maintain the equipment. The training hall was very nicely built. It was made out of wood and had many rooms to choose from depending on what kind of training you wanted to focus on. You could choose from stocks, time, coin battle, and even hp. Just the variety that the training hall offered along with the equipment from the weight room would suffice for me. However, the most important room of all in the mansion was the dining hall. The hall had a very long table to seat all the fighters and hold the food. Five chandeliers hung from the ceiling and there were large windows on one side to give a view of the outside.
"You can go into the dining hall at any time. We have the best chefs from many worlds to cater to your culinary need. However, as a word of advice, try to get down here as early as you can for breakfast because there are many voracious eaters and they can eat faster than the chefs can cook. Anyways, the tour's done." She did an about-face and then walked away with no words of farewell or of wanting to be friends.
"She seems very straight forward and unapproachable, no?" A voice questioned behind me as I watched her walk out of the dining hall.
I turned around to face the questioner. Right there was a swordsman in his prime, dressed in a blue variation of lord armor and a falchion hanging from his left waist. He wore a band of gold around his head, indicating that he is of noble birth. Just in case this swordsman was from his world, I was going to be extremely respectful.
"Yes. It's like she finds a way to finish the job quickly and with the fewest words. Sorry, but what is your name, my lord?" I asked as I bent my body down ever so slightly.
"Please, no need for all the royalties and such. I am Marth, prince of Altea. If you recognized that I am a lord then you must be from my world, no?"
"I don't know Prin...Marth. I have not heard of Altea however, I am from Crimea. In my land, the people call me Ike. I am the commander of the Greil Mercenaries."
"Hmpf. Are all the people from your land on steroids?"
"No, these muscles were developed from the hard work that I put in along with my sword, Ragnell."
"Ragnell seems a bit too big to be wieldy in any way."
"Why don't you see for yourself, Marth?"
"I accept your challenge." Marth said with a smirk as he flipped his hair.
Training Hall
"I've set it so that we only have one stock. Are you ready?"
"Yeah, let me show you that Ragnell is just as good as any sword."
The training program soon belted out the countdown as Marth drew out his falchion and I readied my blade.
"3...2...1...GO!"
From a normal bystander, one would notice a red blur colliding with a blue blur, bouncing around the training hall. Marth and I were giving it our all, our passion was emanating from our blades. We traded blow for blow till we were breathing heavily. Marth's movements were very flowing and quick, unlike my hard-hitting slower movements. I had trouble trying to block his flurry of stabs and slashes, yet each time I swung my sword, he would only get nicked and retaliate even more.
Damn, if we keep up this pace I'll be beaten. I thought as we stood at a standstill. I was breathing heavily from the beating that I have taken. Marth also was panting as well. I managed to get a couple strong blows on him.
"I'm going to finish this now!" Marth yelled as he charged at me.
"Same here!"
Soon, our blades locked into a deadly dance as we tried outsmarting each other. Marth seemed very tired from blocking my attacks and let down his guard just a little bit.
NOW! I lifted my sword high in the air and was going to slam it on his head...which was exactly what Marth wanted me to do.
He angled his falchion diagonally as he redirected my sword away from his body, leaving me defenseless. Marth then quickly initiated a counter blow, knocking me backwards and onto the floor.
"GAME!" the program yelled.
"Well fought, however, you won't surpass me." Marth smirked and did his signature hair flip.
"Egotist bastard" I muttered under my breath as I stood back up and stretched my aching body.
"Anyways, once you leave the training hall, the pain will disappear but the amount of exercise your body has gone through will be there."
I grunted to confirm that I heard him. And true to his word, all the pain went away as soon as one foot stepped out of the training hall.
Amazing, all the pain went away yet my muscles feel more invigorated. Just to test it out, I put on 240 pounds on a barbell and started to do some bench pressing. Surprisingly, the weight didn't feel as heavy as it would usually be. I could cram in more exercise and experience in a shorter amount of time. Well, this should go into my favor.
I put all the weights back where I found it and checked the clock. Hmmm, 7:30. I guess I should get some dinner and get to learn about the other fighters. With that in mind, I walked out of the weight room and proceeded to the dining hall.
So, it seems like Ike is getting along...somewhat. I was thinking about maybe pairing Samus and Ike together in the future. Any thoughts or suggestions? Well, until the next chapter...