I have fought countless foes, each one stronger, more ruthless than the last. The more arduous the battle, the more I learned, for what I sought above all else was true strength, in both body and mind. Whether a win or loss, the experience helped me further that goal.

But now, nothing could prepare me for this, my greatest foe yet…

Hair, how you vex me so… No matter how I went about it, brushing away and trying to rid these bothersome knots, it was simply no use, and there in my room I remained in quiet exasperation.

Free from the restraints of my braid, the rebellious mess of locks reflected in my mirror seemed to be having its cruel fun with me.

Then came a knock at my door…

"What's the hold up? The tournament's starting soon." With that, Samus let herself right in. I must have looked a sight to her, and I sheepishly began to fumble with the brush.

She then approached me. "Give it here…"

I obeyed, albeit reluctantly. After all, I was not accustomed to having anyone this close. I did not know if I was fine with this…but when I felt the gentle touch of her fingers as she commenced brushing, all uncertainties instantly dissipated from my mind.

…I was shamefully late catching myself leaning upon her, and undoubtedly she must have noticed, but she said nothing of it. She seemed mostly satisfied with having tamed my hair.

Now if I could only tame this desirous heart of mine…