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Deadpool: ….That's it?

G: Less is more, Deadpool.

Deadpool: Less is bullshit.

With the roar of the wind in our ears and the breeze against our faces, the six of us made our way to Ylisse. Through squinted eyes flew puffy blurs of white past the line of sight, the canvas of blue ahead perpetually hanging still in space, with even deeper azure waves rolling below. The scent of the crisp sea air floated on the winds, filling our lungs with every breath, revitalising the body and mind over time.

"You kids okay?" Concerned as any father would be for their children, it was kind of pointless to be in this time. Though just slightly behind me, they flew nearly as fast as I did through the sky, even the twins at their young age. It was surprising, even. The three kids had always been adept in magic like I had, but they mastered mana manipulation at such an age that I never considered possible. Several times their senior, it had only been so recently that I was able to master it, making it all the more astonishing. Only Cordelia and Say'ri were the only ones flying with Pegasus assistance.

"I'm a bird, yay!", was the response from Serena, holding her arms out away from her sides. I simply rolled my eyes with a laugh and left them be, the child's way of saying they were keeping up would suffice. Everyone looked like they were having a good time on the merry way to Ylisse. Though unlike the rest of us, Say'ri had a stiff, stern look on her face, pained even. It wasn't an expression like anything Say'ri exhibited often. But it could have also been nothing major at all, so I dismissed it for now.

My mind started to wander, particularly to the Ylissean royal family. I hadn't seen them in a while, and in turn, I almost feared how much the children have grown over the past seven years. Lucina was already five, and from the letters received, Chrom had begun training her in swordsmanship quite recently. As such, she spent a lot of time with the blue haired exalt and picked up a lot of Chrom's own mannerisms and habits, becoming a miniature him. Cynthia, however was only a baby, so more often than not, she'd be in her mother's care.

Being the ruler of Ylisse didn't stop Chrom from training every single day. It almost excited me how strong he must have become over the last seven years. The last time we fought was in the Feroxi tournament, and we still ended in a tie. It kind of angered me that I didn't come out victorious, so the next time we face, I was sure and determined to beat him. My blood boiled at the thought of fighting Chrom to the best of my abilities. Mainly due to the fact that I haven't had a good fight in years and that we had a score to settle. But that's for later. Right now, we were going for Lucina.

"I can see the castle in the distance!", Cordelia called. "We're almost at Ylisse." And she was correct. Ylisse was crawling up from the horizon and what immediately stood out was the castle, which definitely said a lot given that the capital was a fair distance away from the coast. The thin cloud cover parted the closer we got to the land, the land mass quickly growing until we began to fly over it not too long afterward.

"Brings back a whole lot of memories, doesn't it, Cordelia?" I looked over in the my wife's direction, seeing her adorn a look of fondness on her face, most certainly from nostalgia. Her smooth features pulled her lips into a smile, reminiscing about old times in her homeland. Thinking about that sometimes makes me feel bad and a pit in my stomach would appear, making me literally feel like my stomach dropped. Not just her, but I also took Say'ri from the nation she was born and raised in. My mind always wandered back to that, as I knew that neither truly wanted to leave their homes, but because of me they did. I regretted taking them from their homes and responsibilities, but we had three beautiful children and one big happy family, so I kind of felt a little better.

"Quite a lot. But they're memories of my distant past. I'd rather focus on my new memories I have in Pandora now.", she smiled widely. The smile grew when she saw my look of surprise. It always baffled and befuddled me how she did that. Like she could read my mind and I never understood how. "Don't think about that too much, Eric. Besides, we're at the capital anyway."

Time really did fly during my train ride of thought, as we had already reached the capital of Ylisstol, getting ready to land in the front of the castle grounds. "I see Ylisse has been able to stay standing after its greatest threat."

"What, Plegia? Gangrel?", Say'ri questioned?

"Chrom. He has a penchant for breaking things.", I joked, earning a laugh from the two women. "Seriously, there's a hole in the side of the outer castle wall you can sneak in through. Honestly, I'm surprised the castle isn't in shambles!", I spouted before laughing. "Now then, let us enter the castle, shall we?" The guards in front of the gates opened them and parted, allowing us access into the castle grounds. With a swift swing of the doors opened wide, we took the first steps into Castle Ylisse in years. The front foyer leading to the throne room of the castle was empty, leaving an echo behind every voice.

"I got this.", I started as I cleared my throat. "Hey, blue balls, you have a visitor!"

"Gods, Eric, must you be so crude?" Say'ri spat, despite the slight smirk of amusement that graced her face.

"Hey. Crudeness is my trademark."

No later after I said that, the loyal steward of House Ylisse came to address us, clad in his full great knight armour. He had aged considerably well, easily in his mid thirties, though his physicality had not reflected it. He was definitely one to believe firmly in being the best of the best as a knight, so he made sure he was in top physical condition. Despite having a face full of hair, it was not unkempt. Which was expected, given Frederick's meticulous nature.

"Ah yes, I knew it was you, Lord Eric. It's rather easy to spot your voice in a crowd."

"Freddy. I missed your stoicism. Something I've grown quite accustomed to."

"I'd appreciate you not call me "Freddy".", he somewhat grumbled. "But yes, I could very well say the same to you. Your brash and affable nature was missed dearly by the rest of the Shepherds. It is something most grow attached to."

I felt a tug on my leg that prompted me to turn around. It was little Severa, hiding behind me, and her sister hiding behind Cordelia. The former looked at Frederick and hid her face into my leg, forcing a soft smile onto my and Frederick's face.

"Come on now, Sev, it's okay. He won't hurt you.", I smiled. Slowly, she walked out from behind me and looked up at the blue knight. "H-hello. M-my name is...Severa. Nice to meet you.", she said softly, almost inaudible. However, Frederick heard her. "I see. That's a beautiful name." He crouched down to try and meet her eye level. "My name is Frederick. It's very nice to meet you as well milady.", he said with a soothing smile, making Severa warm up a little more to him. Serena ran from behind her mother to meet the great knight as well. "And I'm Serena, sir! Nice to meet you!", she beamed, eliciting a chuckle of amusement from Frederick.

He titled his body to the left. "And you must be young Lord Eric Pandora II, I assume.", he stated as he stood back up, gesturing to the only male of the three children as the latter took his steps to meet him as well. "No need to be formal. Besides, I enjoy the nickname Junior. It's shorter.", he laughed.

"I see.", Frederick said. "Well, keep in mind that you must take pride in your name. If you grow to be anything like the man whose name you adopted, then you'll be a formidable warrior indeed."

"I second that." This new voice came from the right wing, though it was a voice I was all too familiar with. Armed with Falchion on his belt and a new royal blue cape on his shoulders, shining silver pauldrons resting on them. Alongside him was his wife of nearly six years, named Sumia Ylisse, who held baby Cynthia, and finally his five year old daughter, Lucina. The Crown Exalt of Ylisse himself, Chrom.

"Damn. Seven years and it felt like no time at all. How you've changed, Eric."

"Ditto, Chrom. I can almost feel the strength radiating from you. You must be horrifyingly strong now."

He must have felt the smirk form on his face. "You could definitely say that."

"Yeah. Now then, where's the birthday girl?"

Sumia looked down at the young blunette princess. "Don't worry Lucina. It's okay. He's your uncle."

"Lucina, is that you?", I asked in mock surprise, kneeling down. "You're getting so big now!"

"I'm this many, Uncle Eric!", exclaimed a rather enthusiastic Lucina, holding up five fingers to show how old she was.

"Wow, Lucy! Five is certainly a big number. And I have just what a big girl deserves." I searched my bag and pulled out a golden tiara and gave it to her. It was a tiny bit big for her head, though it didn't stop her from wearing it. "It's so pretty! Thank you, Uncle Eric!" She tackled me in a hug and held me tightly, her short arms barely reaching around my torso. She let go her grip on me to hug Cordelia and Say'ri, then went to talk to the twins, chirping happily.

The three children ran out into the lush gardens of the castle grounds, the adults following behind them walking. Like it were a vision of a nature dream, a butterfly flew through the garden, provoking the children into chasing it. "We weren't expecting you guys for another two and a half weeks, that letter was sent two days ago.", Sumia mentioned. "How did you get here so quickly?"

"We went by air. Not too hard when everyone in the family can fly.", Cordelia pointed out.

"Wow. I didn't expect them to be flying so young."

I shook my head with a breathy chuckle. "Serena picked it up the fastest. She learned to fly before she could even walk. Junior followed not too long after around her age, and while Severa had frustrations with it, she managed to learn to a great degree."

"Well, the Pandorian family seems as strong as ever.", Chrom remarked. "Seems like you all would make great sparring partners."

"Sparring partners? Chrom, I'd trash you!", I laughed.

"Is that why you barely held your ground against me in Ferox?", Chrom jabbed with a friendly retort.

"I see how it is.", I conceded, holding hands up in mock defence. "So the beating I gave you wasn't enough, huh? This has to be settled, we've waited for too long."

"Alright, Eric, I accept your challenge! You're on!", Chrom said.

"Sire!", called a rather deep and frantic voice. A messenger, rushing towards us with ragged breath, stops to take a bow and catch his breath. "I have been searching for you all over the castle!"

"Peace, man.", Chrom said calmly. "What is the matter?"

"One of Khan Flavia's subordinates has arrived unannounced and she said that the matter was absolutely dire!"

"Looks like our fight will have to wait.", I said to Chrom, rolling my shoulder.

"This is quite the surprise.", the blue haired prince pondered as we gathered the children and walked back with the messenger. "It must be pretty damn important if they sent someone from Ferox."

In a short time, we were met with Flavia's right hand woman, Raimi. Her facial expression was hard and had a rigid and uncomfortable posture to match, alerting me immediately that something was wrong. "Our messenger said the news was urgent.", Chrom started, the tone in his voice becoming only slightly more serious. "What is the matter? Is Ferox okay? Does Flavia need champions again?"

"That will have to wait, milord.", Raimi stated. "We are quickly running out of time."

"Why is that?"

"Valm has launched warships against us. They're expected to arrive on Ylissean soil within four months."

Everyone was shocked, Chrom and I the only ones not visibly surprised, though it shocked nonetheless. "Are you certain?!"

"All of Ylisse couldn't be more sure, I'm afraid, milord.", the blonde knight replied.

"I thought Valm and Ylisse signed a peace treaty years ago!", Cordelia gasped.

"Well, guess it no longer matters.", I sighed. "Another war on our hands. Just great. How many are we talking, like two, three hundred thousand?"

Raimi sighed in defeat. "We can't say for sure. But what we do know is that the naval troops alone easily exceed half a million."

"That can't be possible!", Chrom said. "I could only imagine how much they have in total."

"Yeah…", I pondered. I was decent, the battle of Pi Gua was proof. But I was nothing special when it came to tactics like Robin was. I scratched my chin and thought: what would Robin do? "I suggest we go to Ferox, first and foremost, develop a plan of attack and meet them there. By the time we reach the port, they should have docked, meaning we can ambush them. We form an entire war plan from there on out based on what we know."

"Well, that definitely sounds like something I'd plan."

And as if on cue, the amnesiac tactician walked in on the conversation. "Hey, Robin! It's been so long! You look so...different."

Seven years changed him a great deal. He still had his signature cloak, but that's almost where the similarities end. He no longer looked like the tactician who spent his days in the library reading and studying battle strategy. Now, he resembled equal parts tactician and warrior. He was easily twenty to thirty pounds heavier than last in muscle, about 180 lbs. Beneath his cloak, he wore a skin tight black shirt that showed the visible fruit of his no doubt arduous training. He wore golden boots that matched the golden guards encasing his forearms and shins. They glimmered in the light, most likely that they hadn't seen real battle much. Robin also ditched the trousers for loose fitting pants, the clothing giving more room towards the bottoms before they reached the part where they were tucked into the leg armour. His pants were black with the same purple design that adorned his cloak. But the most noticeable difference was that somehow, he no longer had his full head of snowy white hair. His hair was a shade of dark brown similar to mine, though he still had white hair at the ends.

"Robin…your hair…"

"I cut my hair a few years ago, and at the roots when it grew back, I noticed that my hair was brown. I liked the brown instead of the white, so I kept cutting it, letting it grow, rinse and repeat and my hair came to look like this."

Deadpool: Insert racist joke here.

"It's definitely a cool look, but we'll talk about it later. We have an invasion to defend against.", I said.

"I second that.", agreed the prince. "Gather the Shepherds. We've got business to attend to."

"Ugh, I have to go to war again.", Robin sighed. "If I am not careful and I get hurt, Tharja will have my neck."

I blinked in surprise. "Tharja?! As in the dark mage Tharja?", to which he nodded with an almost proud smile, crossing his arms. He didn't need to say anything aloud, as he had a smirk that basically said "fuck yeah". I pulled him aside and cupped a hand near my face, speaking in a whisper. "I've got to tell you that I've been with Tharja.", I asked with a grin, the tactician not getting it at first, though a shift in expression from a confused brow to a devilish smirk that matched mine told me we were on the same page. "I have to be honest with you, I'm quite curious. From one brother-in-arms to another: did you hit it yet?"

Robin's grin extended from ear to ear, begin to laugh. "Well...I don't like to brag, but I mean... I have went a few rounds in the ovarian ring, if you catch my drift."

"That's how it's done!", I loudly whispered. "Is she still wild in the sack?"

I laughed a little with him until my blood ran cold. An extremely cold and deathly chill flooded through my spine, and it further grew when Robin's eyes filled with fear. This can't be good, I thought, as I turned around and saw the only two women who scared me: Cordelia and Say'ri. They had grins of their own, though they had an angry tick on their foreheads, telling me they were manic grins of rage.

"Did you say something Eric?", Cordelia asked. "We didn't quite get that."

"Yes, my love.", Say'ri continued. "Please do repeat what you said."

Think fast, think fast! "Like I was saying...", I said to Robin with a nervous chuckle. "Cordelia and Say'ri are beasts in the bedroom.", I said bluntly, causing the two to blush heavily and almost everyone else around to laugh out loud. "They both-"

SLAP!

Cordelia's hand flew and came into contact with my left cheek.

SLAP!

Say'ri's hand followed suit, leaving a second mark on my right cheek, causing me to stumble back. "-are wonderful women! Gods, I was getting to that!", I yelled.

In the Shepherds' barracks after a few days, all of the Shepherds stood in front of both Chrom, Frederick and I. I held my cheeks to sooth them, the pain still running through them. Everyone changed so drastically in the time I was gone and hadn't seen them. Nonetheless, the feelings of camaraderie and nostalgia flooded my system, giving me somewhat of a happy feeling.

"Now then, everyone! If I could please have your attention!", Chrom bellowed, silencing the chatter of the Shepherds.

"Thank you." Chrom cleared his throat. "Ylisse has been in a time of peace ever since the defeat of the Mad King and we have prospered ever since that day nearly eight years ago." He fixed a stray blue hair from his face. "However, those days may be at an end. We've received word from our Feroxi allies that our neighbouring continent of Valm has launched an attack, intent on invading Ylisse.", Chrom said, the clamour of the shocked nomadic soldiers growing with each passing second, concern written on their faces. "Anyway...", Chrom began, all eyes and ears on him. "These past few days were spent gathering each and every one of you to aid in Ylisse's defence against Valm. We march to Ferox in the next morning."

"Yes, Captain!", was heard from everyone in the barracks.

A smile formed on the blunette's face. "I will be honest and say I missed this. I missed leading the Shepherds into battle. But more so, I miss the Shepherds and all the fun times we've had travelling. It'll be nice being able to do that once more. But enough about that. First we defeat Valm. Then we celebrate! Prepare yourselves however you feel fit for tomorrow. Dismissed!"

"SIR, YES SIR!"

A/N: Finally I was able to put out a chapter, it was taking FOREVER.

Deadpool: That's because your work ethic is sloppy.

G: I…..you're actually right about that. Welp, until next time, Ja ne!

Deadpool: ...Fucking weeaboo.