"(Y/N), I need you for a second. It's urgent." Master Hand called to you. Your heart was in your throat as you walked into his office. Usually when someone is called into his office is whenever they do something wrong. You didn't know what you did that had send you into the 'principal's office'. But you hoped it's nothing major.

"Please sit down." Master Hand mentioned.

You sat down, hands dripping with sweat of nervousness.

"The reason I called you in here is because I've noticed how tired Mario had been lately. He was overworking himself to the point where he is unable to sleep without worry about the other Smashers. I want to you to take over his job while he rests." Master Hand explained. "You have shown to be very responsible and excellent in your conduct, so no one would be more perfect as the right hand of the leader other than you."

You breathed a sigh of relieve. It's good news.

"Yes sir. I shall do my best." You said in your commander's voice. He smiled and dismissed you.

"Before you go anywhere else, please let Mario know I need to see him." He instructed you before sending you to the door.

You found Mario at the Battle Arena as expected. He even looked exactly like what you imagined was doing. He sat in the coach's chair, his usual bright blue eyes now had a dull look about them. He took his cap off as he ran his fingers through his hair. You noticed he looked troubled as you approached him.

"Master Hand wants to see you." You told him. "I'll take over for you for now."

"Thanks." He gave you a drained smile as he walked away, dragging his legs. You climbed in the chair as you watch him slowly fading away, you can't help but feeling worried for him. But you knew you need to shift your attention to the battle so you did just that.

"Okay, guys, may I have your attention please?" You shouted over the ruckus of noises the Smashers were making. Everyone turned their attention to you as you made your speech.

"I am appointed by Master Hand as your leader, as an assistant for Mario when he is not able to help you all. I will be your substitute coach for the day. Please don't be shy in bringing your questions, requests or concerns to me. I shall do my best to satisfy your needs, like Mario. I'll try my best to act like a just and kind leader. Thank you for your attention, you may go back to your business now."

Everyone responded with a cheer before resuming to their backbreaking training. You found yourself busy instructing two Smashers when they had trouble breaking a tie with each other. You had to tend to Little Mac's punctured wound from Corrin, and you had to stop a fight between Gannondorf and Ridley before things get out of hand.

At the end of the day, you understood why Mario is constantly tired and drained of energy. There were so much going on that one person isn't enough to manage the whole situation. You were glad to go back to your room to rest for the day when you stopped in your track.

What happened to Mario after I told him Master Hand's request? I gotta go and check on him.

You left your room. You asked everyone who crossed your path of Mario. You wanted to know if he is okay. Finally, after thirty minutes of searching, Kirby was able to tell you something.

"I saw Mario going to his room. I haven't seen him after that." He said.

"Thanks, I'll go check on him right now." You rushed away. As a leader, it is your job to make sure your fellow Smasher is in good health. That's what you saw Mario doing before he overwork himself.

You arrived at Mario's room. You knocked on the door, and a very tired voice was heard.

"Come in."

You opened the door, to your surprise, someone you barely recognize stood in front of you. What seemed to be blue eyes were now replaced with red eyes, which result from lack of sleep. His mustache hanged weakly around his round nose. His overalls wrinkled, as if he haven't been able to change out of them. You couldn't believe this was the energetic and happy Mario you've known.

"Hey, (Y/N). What's up?" He gave you a tiny, emotionless smile.

"Just want to check on you." You answered. "You should get some rest. You don't look too well."

"I'll be fine. They still need me out there. I can't rest when there are so many people that needs instruction." He said, putting on his cap and was about to rush out when you blocked his path.

"You are not going anywhere." You commanded. "I've gotten everything taken care of. So you can have your day of rest."

"Oh, that's right. You're my right hand now." Mario said, face palming himself. "How did I forget? Oops, sorry. I guess I really need some rest."

You sighed and wished Mario a good night as he drifted off. You gently shut the door as not to wake him and walked away.

The next morning was the same. You did the roll call and assigned everyone to their place, then you climbed up to the coach's chair again. You notice someone was walking toward you, you squint your eyes under the glare of the sunlight as you tried to get a good look of the approaching person. You gasped as he came closer.

This person walked toward you with a cheerful leap in his steps, his blue eyes sparked with life. His red cap was bright against the grey background of the battlefield, and his overalls looked fresh. You gave a cheer. It was Mario!

"Heya!" He gave you his biggest and brightest smile as he stopped at the foot of your chair. you climbed down and gave him a high five. You were glad that he was back track again.

"You ready to do this together?" He asked you. You nodded. So the two of you stood side by side, coached the whole entire battlefield as the heads of the Smash Academy.