holy fcks i have finally resurrected from the dead for such a very, very long time and i have kept you all waiting omg i deeply apologize from the deepest pit of my heart (lol PIT. GET IT?) [poorhumor]

So in return for all those seemingly lost days, I bring you a long chapter eight to please your sad lives everyone. Again, I am sorry for the drastic lateness of this chapter. Really, I mean it.

Enjoy? Since it's been months (or years) that I haven't updated this, I want to hear your comments! Lighten up my mood, hm?

SSBB ain't mine, yo.

"That is all for today, class. Tomorrow, we will begin our lessons on Strategies." Snake piled up his papers together and walked to the window dramatically. "I am glad you heeded my words." Then he jumped out of the window, making all the students gasp in fright. They all ran to the window to see him holding on to his beloved helipad, flying away to somewhere they didn't want to know, or even bother to know.

"Wow, he's one bad-ass teacher." Ike let out a whistle as he watched Snake disappear. "Who's next?"

"Captain Falcon," Marth replied while looking at the clock.

Ike turned around and faced him, slightly annoyed. "I wasn't asking you, princess."

Marth raised an eyebrow at him mockingly. "Then who were you asking? The sky? The clouds? The birds?"

Giggles sounded across the room which made Ike clench his fists in anger. "You… don't you even dare try."

"Try to what?"

"THAT'S IT!" Ike was about to charge at Marth with his balled fist in the air when Captain Falcon stormed inside the classroom, rolling and tumbling towards Ike like a crazy bastard.

"HALT!" He held Ike's outreached arm tightly and wagged his finger disapprovingly. "No no no, fighting in the classroom is not allowed, child. We will do that once we start training, okay? Now put your arm back where it belongs, at your side."

Ike scoffed and jerked his arm down. "Sorry Cap'n, just got driven away because of a certain naughty student right here." He glowered at Marth while the blunette just smiled and walked back to his seat.

"Okay children, calm yourselves. Listen to me carefully, because there are a hella lot of activities in store for all of you, so sit back. Now…" He grabbed the nearest chalk and started writing on the blackboard painfully fast, the students trying to decipher the words.

"I'm annoyed how he calls us children…" Ike muttered while Marth threw a glance at him. "Shut up and just read."

Ike faced Marth, once again feeling the need to punch his face. "Why you…"

"Children, children, no, stop that. What's better than arguing is to read what's written on the board out loud, as if all of you are still in elementary school." Pit smiled, remembering his childhood memories.

"Start!"

"Seriously, I don't get why children…?"

"All of you are going on a trip to a private resort this coming weekend." Suddenly, cheers erupted from the class, happy to know there's a 'vacation' happening soon.

"Why do all of you look so excited, children?" Captain Falcon smirked amusingly. "If you're thinking it's a break or what, then you. Are. WRONG."

He points at them all of a sudden. "It's called outside training, children. Training outside campus. Get it?"

Whoops were now replaced by groans, wiping off the smiles on the students' faces. "Don't worry children, it's a fun outdoor activity! It's something – YES, TAKE NOTE, SOMETHING – like a field trip, so we're going to have fun and have school at the same time! So… three days left, huh? Friday, we leave. Okay?" He does a thumbs up while the class nodded approvingly.

"That's good! Let us start with our first training now. Proceed to the gym, everyone!"

"We're not going to hold competitions here, children. This is soft training for the meantime, since today is the first day. What you're going to do is to practice your skills – whether sword, magic, whatever – and see if you need any improvements. Here, watch this."

Captain Falcon did his strong, famous move – the Falcon Punch – bringing the students to gape in amazement. "What do you think?" he asks, obviously proud about it.

"That was awesome, Captain!"

"Right? So that's what you guys have to do – practice your moves and whatnot, improve on what is needed to be improved, or better, learn a new skill on your own or from someone you know! Okay children, shoo and go practice somewhere, the gym is a very big place."

Marth drew out his sword, Falchion, and raised it high, its blade shimmering brightly. "I've always been fascinated with your sword, Marth," Pit told him, admiring Falchion.

"Oh really?" Marth brought Falchion down and looked at it, checking if there were any scratches or damage.

"Yeahp. It's like it always shines when you draw it out from your sheath, and it looks so peaceful… truly a sword of light."

Marth smiles, glad to know someone complimented his sword for once. "Thanks… and yours?" No, Marth, and neither did Ike, noticed anyone's weapon. They were too busy minding their own businesses; either that or they were too focused on fighting each other.

"This one?" Pit took out his weapon which could act as a bow and as two daggers.

"That's pretty cool."

Pit swung his weapon in front of him, seeing if he still had the potential to fight. "Thank you, Marth." Just then, 'wows' emerged from a crowd of students, causing Marth and Pit to see where it came from: Ike.

"Ike… what is he doing again?" Pit asked curiously, wanting to know what was happening back there.

"Just what is he trying to prove?" asked Marth to himself in annoyance.

They walked nearer to the crowd and saw Ike practicing with his sword – Ragnell – with brand new moves. "Whoa!" Pit applauded along with Meta Knight who was watching him too.

"Oh come on…" Marth rolled his eyes and was about to move away when he caught a glimpse of Ike who threw his sword in the air and jumped so high he caught it in midair and shouted, "Aether!" which earned him a loud applause from the people watching. Marth widened his eyes a little and tightened his grip on his sword. Show-off. Sure, new skills, whatever. But I bet he can't beat me in a single match now.

"Hey, Fried Dumpling!"

Marth awoke from his trance and glared at Ike who was wearing a smug smile on his face, confident to beat anyone. "Yes, Steamed Tofu? What do you want?"

Ike dug his sword on the ground and folded his arms across his broad chest. "What else, a challenge."

Marth glanced at Captain Falcon who was busy flexing his muscles in a corner then back to Ike. "Um. No. Do you remember what Captain Falcon just said awhile ago? Soft training. I'm going to go train over there, so leave me alone."

He turned away and continued to walk back to his zone when he heard light footsteps rushing towards him. Oh dear Lord, have mercy on this pathetic soul, Marth thought when he immediately blocked Ike's attack, their swords colliding.

"Hm, so you're up to it."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"I said no, Steamed Tofu, so let me go."

"No I won't, unless you fight back, Fried Dumpling."

Marth pushed Ike away and went back to his place. Stubborn, so stubborn.

"Heads up!"

Ike was about to strike Marth from behind when Marth did his new skill – Dolphin Slash – and came down to the ground, now facing Ike's back.

"Heads up."

Ike, bewildered with what he had seen, slowly turned around. "You… new skill?"

Marth shrugged. "I guess? Okay bye I'm going to go practice now, stop wasting my time." Now Ike did plan on letting him go this time. This onlyone time. He was a little bit in awe about that – Marth jumping so quick – quick as lightning.

Tch, yeah right, but I bet he's not as fast as how I did my Aether.

But he was thinking otherwise. He wasn't sure why.

Marth and Ike are such cute show-offs I can't even SOBS

and and omg Captain Falcon HE'S SUCH A CRAZY BASTARD I LOVE HIM

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