Byleth X Marth: A Rule of Three
(Beacon Academy Halls, five minutes after a huge explosion in a classroom.)
Byleth: And just where do you think you're going?
Marth: *flinches, but comes to a realization* Wait a minute. *turns around to black armor and teal hair* You're not Professor Oobleck.
Byleth: You're right Mr. Altheos, but I am a professor all the same. I have it in my right mind to report you to Miss Goodwitch…if you hadn't already gained a notoriety for these sorts of shenanigans.
Marth: What can I say? I'm a Dust god.
Byleth: If by Dust god, you mean an unruly child with a penchant for arson, then I am inclined to agree
Marth: Hey! I'll have you know I've…done…worse. (That is a fact that can corroborated by my permanent record. Gonna have to erase those files before I graduate. I wonder if Eir knows a hacker.)
Byleth: Indeed, as Gawain Artorias would caution me. He also said that in order to get you under control, he'd have you test your skills against the best of his men.
Marth: *mimics a game show buzzer while flapping his lips like a horse* Wrong! He'd make me go one-on-one with everyone! There is no best among the Greils! (Although he did establish a cap )
Byleth: *Laughs* (I expected as much) But I am among the finest of Haven's warriors. *Draws a sword that looks like it was made out of bones* Years of experience that your time here at Beacon can't hold a candle to have hardened me.
Marth: Uh yeah sir, we call that armor. And plot armor. (If someone decides to write about your life story, but come on, what are the chances that's gonna happen?)
Byleth: Let's see how well your skills fare in a duel against three of my students.
Marth: But I left my cards in the dormitory! Can't we just swordfight instead? (Also, can we please get some one else in this conversation. This would be a lot more fun with a middle man, or girl.)
Byleth meets Marth. And they said it couldn't happen outside of Smash and...they're right. This version of Byleth (M. Byleth for those who were wondering) has been repurposed for the world of Remnant. For one thing, he's a lot more expressive (and therefore less like his creepy, poker-faced counterpart in Fodlan). He also opens his mouth and is no longer reliant on freaking text boxes to determine his actions. In short, I'VE MADE HIM EVEN BETTER. So better, that we'll get to see him straight away in the next chapter.