"The name's Joe. But in the arena, people call me Knuckle Joe." Said the blue bodied, blond haired youth. He held out a gloved hand towards the blue kirby.
The blue kirby brushed bark shards from before looking at the taller being's hand offering and taking it. The kirby was taken aback as Joe's laid back attitude and seemingly young age was a good disguise to the power he felt as they made contact.
Joe smiled before looking at the kirby inquisitively, "So, what are you doing here? This is a pretty dangerous if you don't know how to defend yourself."
"I… crashed landed on -" The blue kirby begun.
"Wow! You're nothing like Kirby. I mean listen to your -"
"I'm not a kirby!" The blue kirby exclaimed scowling at Joe and trembling a little with anger.
Joe laughed with embarrassment, "Sorry, sorry. My mistake. So, uh, you want a ride off this island?"
The blue kirby nodded and followed Joe to the beach, where the tide remained unmoved.
Joe's boat was the standard wooden boat made for two to three people with oars to help propel it through the water.
As Joe prepared for leaving, the blue kirby looked out into the starry sky and sighed before turning to the other passenger, "I'm sorry, I didn't thank you for rescuing me." The blue kirby stood up bowed, "Thank you, Knuckle Joe, for saving my life."
Joe chuckled, "Don't mention it. It's the least I can do for a kir- ahem, someone like you." He grinned before placing his hands in the water, "Alright, could you hold on tight for me? Thanks." Joe began to paddle the boat out into deeper waters before his paddling went to slow gentle pushes to rotations to that of a motor-fan in a second.
The blue kirby was caught off-guard and found it a little difficult to get comfortable.
It wasn't long before evidence of civilisation began to peek over the horizon. The buildings didn't look much bigger than that of Dreamland, but did look more cluttered together. Far above the compact town was something stationary. The blue kirby squinted hard, but couldn't see what exactly it was due to the sun's glare.
The boat, however, wasn't aiming for the town. It turned away and was heading a single building which was built close to a natural harbour. As they got close, Joe slowed down his machine like propelling and came to a halt and let the boat drift slowly into its place.
The blue kirby suddenly felt a little useless and began to follow Joe as he was the only direction the kirby had in this place. After Joe was done tying the boat down and gathering his round fruit like objects, which the kirby guessed was the reason he was on the island on the first place, the headed to the round building.
They got to the house that was near the harbour. The house looked as if it was naturally a large round stone that stuck out of the ground and someone craved the basic shape of a house on the inside of it. On the outside, the stone shone with a welcoming autumn brown, a colour which suddenly made the kirby a little lost and longing for the comfort of his Star.
Joe let himself in and left the door open, but the kirby stopped at the entrance.
A figure appeared with the same blue body and blond hair as Joe, but was taller, older, more muscular and had a large scar down the side of his face, "Hey Joe! You're back already? You're getting bet- Who's this? Are you related to Kirby?"
The mention of his brethren's name was still as hard as a blow to the blue kirby. However, he thought it was disrespectable to be angry at or anger a man at his own house and controlled himself, "No, I'm not a kirby."
"Yeah, dad. He's not a kirby. Look, he's wearing armour." Joe said as he packed away the things unseen in a nearby room.
"Oh… right. Come in, boy, come in. You look famished. Take a seat, dinner'll be done soon." Said Joe's dad as he left the room.
The blue kirby felt like he didn't belong here, but didn't reject the people's kindness and took a seat beside a plant pot. He waited patiently with wondering eyes, until a savoury smell filled the air signalling that dinner was coming along well. Suddenly the kirby's stomach came to life and moaned for a filling. He also saw a glimpse of himself in the mirror. When Joe's father said he looked famished he wasn't joking, the blue kirby had lost a lot of his hue and his firm roundness.
"Is this what I've become?" The kirby said to his reflection. However, when his thoughts began to spiral towards a deep depression, a certain light caught the shoulder guards and the metal plates in his shoes and them shimmered catching his attention, thus reminding him of his cause. His determination become roaring back and solidified inside, never to disappear for the rest of his days.
"Dinner's ready!" Joe's father shouted from another room.
The kirby followed the sound of the voice and saw the small, yet manageable kitchen-dining room.
"Come on, little guy, take a seat. Sorry it ain't much." Joe's father said while serving up Joe's food.
The kirby managed to break his attention away from the colourful and beautiful smelling food, "No, sir, it's quite sufficient. It's an honour to eat with your family."
He sat down and looked at the variety of food there was; steamed coconuts, carrots, roasted lamb , garden peas, corn, grapes, steamed celery, broccoli, pies, various pastries, buns, an assortment of spreads, fresh fruit and soup. All of which were seasoned and spiced.
For the blue kirby it was difficult, as there was usually very little from inhaling the whole and satisfying himself. But this time, it was different. He picked up the fork for the first he could remember and used it to serve himself a small portion of corn. When his plate was spilling over with portions of what he wanted, which was everything, he used the knife and fork cut a piece of meat then put it in his mouth. For the first time he appreciated the taste of the food and wondered why he hadn't done so before. From this single strip of meat he could see that he was missing out on an indescribable and immeasurable experience. From there he set a steady pace, trying to look as though he was enjoying the food, but not greedily.
"So, little guy, have you got a name?" Joe's father asked.
"I… um… Knight." He said the first thing that came to mind.
"Knight? Oh, you're one of those types, are you? No worries, you don't have to tell your real name." Joe's father said with a smile.
"You're going to enter the tournament, right?" Joe asked, his voice loud with excitement.
The kirby stared blankly back and Joe.
"What! How can you not know the tournament of the century? Well it's called the Galaxy Hand tournament. The winner of the tournament earns the title of Fist of the Galaxy and wins the Galaxia blade, which is said to have the power the split the stars and crush the planets." The excitement on Joe's face was evident even though he tried suppressing it so he could explain properly.
The blue kirby felt suddenly disappointed, "I'm sorry, but I cannot enter this tournament. I lack the adequate training to even give a competition."
"Hah! A knight without proper training? You, sir, are looking one of the finest knights this galaxy has to offer." Joe's father said; his eyes were flared with passion and his voice heavy with truth.