I am so sorry. Er, being out of the country, and having writer's block, bad wifi, and being busy kind of takes a toll. However, I finally finished this. An anon requested for Priam!Morgan to bond with Ike, to put it short. At the moment, I'm working on Virion!Inigo's second part, so if I get that done by the time I leave, then I'll post. And when I get back, I'll start uploading like crazy again. Anyways, enjoy and review! They make my day and make me ridiculously happy! And request, because I see all of them (and have actually started most if not all)

Good Enough

"Hah! Ha-ah!"

Morgan swung his wooden blade through the air as ferociously as he could. He could be a terror on the battlefield, but watching the blue haired boy practiced was like watching, well, a boy. He was practically a child according to his mother; then again, she had no room to be speaking.

Ike was watching him and analyzing the way he fought. The two were prepping for battle for the day after the next, and through a few conversations and a suspension of disbelief, Morgan had discovered that they were related. He didn't reveal this fact as Ike would probably think him insane. Through much pestering, he had Ike agree to train with him.

"How am I doing?" He was sweating profusely as a result of his fierce training, and he could barely breathe between pants. But he was still going strong.

Ike nods approvingly and moves over to him and circled the aspiring tactician.

"You have spirit. You've got it down to a science. But therein lies the problem."

Morgan sticks his sword into the dirt and leans against it on one elbow, using his other arm to wipe the sweat off of his brow.

"How come?" He couldn't understand it. He had studied all of the forms meticulously. He stayed up many a late night reading about the proper way to parry, when to feint. He'd watched the swordmaster Lon'qu for ages, and then his own father, Priam, who was a legend of his own. He'd trained with Lucina and Chrom, (the latter managing to injure him with his habitual excessive force). What was he doing wrong?

"You have to be a bit morefree. Find your own style. It's good to have good form, but don't be afraid to deviate from what you know. Take a look at that bald one."

He nodded his head towards Basilio.

"Khan Basilio? I don't think he would take to kindly to be referred like that."

"Eh," Ike waved his hand. "I don't think he heard me."

"He, he's a free spirit. How he carries is sword is ideal. No hesitation. Just instinct, and then some."

"Some what?" Morgan cocked his head in confusion.

"That's not important," Ike waved his hand airily once more, and then he pointed to Lon'qu.

"Now look at this one. Excellent swordsman, I've sparred with him myself several times. But, he doesn't have the exact degree of freedom that baldy carries."

"You really shouldn't call him that," Morgan shifted uneasily, thinking of what happened to the last soldier that said that.

"It's fine."

"So what do I do?"

"How about this…Let's spar."

"Really!" Morgan flashed his teeth happily.

Ike chuckled and ruffled Morgan's indigo locks.

"Yeah. But let's give you a quick breather. Don't want you passing out and your mother having my hide." He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed at the thought.

"I won't pass out," the boy protested although he sat down in the midst of a aptch of dandelions. They sat in silence watching the other soldiers perform their errands. "I have a question."

"Shoot for it kid." He turned his head towards him in anticipation. Probably about some technique. I've got a mean swing the kid can barely handle…

"Well… do you think I'm…I'm good enough?" Well that's unexpected. And kinda vague.

Ike let out a bark of laugher. "Boy, we haven't even sparred yet. And I wouldn't take you as my partner if you weren't."

Morgan shook his head. "But you're the kind to not back down from a challenge."

"….True," Ike admitted with a tilt of his head. "But I'm being taught to not just fight any old ruffian that comes my way."

"Really?" Morgan's curiosity was piqued by the fondness in Ike's smile. "Who?"

"Aren't you a nosy one?" Ike chuckled loudly and stood up.

"Are we starting already?" Morgan looked up excitedly and held his sword. He felt his partner's wooden blade tap on his head twice.

"No time like the present, especially if you have enough energy to be nosy."

Logically, this made no sense whatsoever to him, but he wasn't going to question it if he was finally going to be able to spar the radiant hero! Who happened to be a great-great-great-something-grandfather of his.

"Let's do this!" he jumped up and swung his sword, although he momentarily lost his balance. "Whoa!"

"Easy there, twinkletoes," Ike said with a swing of his blade. Morgan pirouetted away clumsily but managed to get a lucky hit.

Or so he thought. Ike leaped over the sword and continued his attack.

"You won't get me that easily," Ike smirked at him and parried forward.

They exchanged blow after blow, thrust after thrust, but both held on somehow.

"What did you say about not being good enough?" Ike said, taking a moment to wipe the sweat off of his brow.

"I've got a legacy to live up to, Gramps," Morgan said before gasping at his mistake.

"Gramps?" Ike yielded at that address and drew back his weapon.

"Slip of tongue," Morgan quickly said. "Sorry about that." He was met with narrowed eyes but he kept his sheepish expression. He was a bad liar on good days, but he sent a silent prayer to Naga that the ruse would work.

"Well," Ike huffed indignantly. "I'm nowhere near that old…" he grumbled to himself before sticking his sword in to the ground. "Ah, let's give it a rest. It won't do any good on the battlefield if we collapse from exhaustion."

"Agreed." Morgan plopped down and closed his eyes. Ike lay down next to him and absentmindedly wiped his blade with the tie that usually kept his hair at bay.

"So what's this legacy, you're talking about?" He finally asked. He knew that the bunch that were allying up with them were no ordinary bunch, but he wondered what kind of stories that the group had.

"It's just—Dad is such a great warrior." Morgan let out a deep sigh and his usual cheerful countenance disappeared. People respect him and admire him. My mother is a genius tactician, and I want to be like her too. I just don't know if I'm cut out for it sometimes." Morgan's smile slowly returned as he brightened back up. "But I'll keep trying my best, and work hard. No pain, no gain, right?"

Ike chuckles at the kid's unyielding spirit. He had endless spirit. All the kid had to do was show it in his fighting. He leaned over and ruffled his hair.

"I think you'll be alright. Y'know, you kind of remind me of myself as a kid."

"Really?" he asked hopefully. Although the word "kid" rubbed him the wrong way.

"Really," Ike nodded sincerely. He didn't know why, but he took a shining to the kid. "You'll be alright," he repeated.

"So will I be like Basilio one day?"

"You can do better than baldy." Ike spoke confidently before gulping as a large shadow loomed over them.

"Who can do better than whom?"

The next day Ike's enemies all met a swift end after snickering at the hero's black eye.