Disclaimers are over with. Basically I own nothing but this story.
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Day 1 – Marth & Zelda. And Ike's love for meat. Marth enters one of the tournament waypoints while gaining all the townspeople's attentions and Zelda unleashes Sheik during a helpless moment with a 'sincere' talk near the end. Don't worry, recaps will be more detailed once more important events happen. (Especially for fights, you don't remember much most of the time..)
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Even if it's only two reviewers as of last night, I'm so happy! Thanks so much. :) So, as a gift(ish), I wanted to start doing responses now.
– I'm so glad to hear that! And naah, being a beginner-fan is the best part, since you're only starting to find out about how awesome it really is. I personally love Ike the most (which I'll try not to show too much), and I agree that it would fit him quite nicely being all cute and adorable x3. And thanks, I'll try my best. :)
DaZeLinker – I'm quite pleased. I didn't think it was that different, I actually doubted on whether it was original enough. But thank you for the review! I was enlightened by everything yesterday *_*. And hmm, we should see Zelda after a while. x)
IRON BATTLEFIELD
SSBB fanfic
1 – 2 – Special Guest
-AERIESZE-
Day 2/5 remaining days before the GTTB
"The rules are very simple," a man dressed with a full ash-colored dress suit stood on a huge platform being held by clear glass pillars that were placed deep underground. A spiral of steel benches circled the main horizontal surface and branched out to tens of kilometers. Not one seat had been unoccupied by the raging loud audience that woke up half a day beforehand just to be guaranteed a seat. Even the spectators at the very back echoed with shouts of excitement as anticipation grew by the minute. There had never been a greater event that was held in this very stadium.
The announcer, Mr. Hideaki Matsuzawa, stood firmly while delivering his news.
The platform was made of pure finished glass, hence they renovated it recently for the very purpose of holding the main events of the grand Team Tournament Brawl, especially since it's a year-closing event.
About a few kilometers away from the main event location, a huge plain of grass extended out across the whole location. The boundaries were marked with gates and sky-high posts made of polished iron with precise and artistic carvings that depicted to have been made years ago. It was reported to be a stadium during the older generations but it was never reopened for the public. Until now, that is, when the hosts decided to hold the fights of the upcoming grand tournament in this very area, and made it so that its stadium days would be relived and its popularity would once again rise.
They named the stadium the Iron Battlefield.
"It's a team tournament as said, and there will be five teams of five competitors."
It was evident that the crowd had been nervous after noticing its silence.
"The first team will go against the second while the third with the fourth."
"Everyone will first be fighting individually and afterwards, there will be a team battle where teams will be going against each other together to help determine the winning team."
The cameramen walked inches closer to get a better broadcast since everything was being shown on live television.
"When fighting individually, each person goes against one of the other team, and obviously, in the team battle, everyone goes all out with each other."
"Now, here's where it gets tricky. Imagine the teams are as follows – A, B, C, D and E."
"If A were to go against B and C were to go against D, then there should be two winners. So suppose A won from that match and C from the other, both teams will then take on E."
The announcer smiled.
"E is the Elite team."
The crowd was silent all this time.
"The Elite team is composed of past winners who were called back for this tournament. You could say they're the most experienced out of all the other challengers, so everyone will have to truly be prepared to assure you of the many great rewards.. plus, of course, the Tournament Brawl trophy."
The hundreds of millions of guests stayed attentive entirely throughout the entire program, awaiting the final declaration of the day. Their eyes were as eager as a tiger finally within reach of its prey. This was one of those rare times that spectating had been better than actually participating. After all, no one wants to take on the tedious task of taking on a group of people whose strength in total doubles everybody else's.
"Now, now," the announcer attempted to calm the audience down. "I know everybody's itching to find out the names of the challengers put on each team, so let's get right on that. Just to note, each of them has already received a notice before this announcement."
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Day 2 – Marth
There was the sound of swords clanking in unison when they hit against each other, and the swift sounds of feet gliding against the rubble. It was heard audibly throughout the whole town.
The prince's cerulean bangs flew up then slowly rested on his face, a few strands covering his determined eyes as he retreated from attacking. Without getting rid of his powered stance, he eyed his opponent with lips pressed together.
The man, his current enemy, wearing shreds of the same clothing found in the streets of the same town, almost failed to keep up. In truth, it had only been a cordial competition between the prince and his challengers, and after making a few friends than fans, he figured that this would be an effective training method in comparison to his previous. And the rest of the citizens watched meticulously.
"No one's been able to beat the Prince so far..!" an audience member remarked.
Upon hearing the comment, Marth felt a bit timid.
He attempted to block by exhibiting his Falchion in front of his chest to meet the man's attack, but after his opponent managed to see through his shielding and moved to the opposite direction to make the final blow, Marth swiveled quick enough to hinder and obstruct the attack. The two swords clashed in a cross and it turned into a matter of who could tolerate this long enough not to tumble back.
Both men retreated to take a breath.
In the heat, it made everything five times more direful. The sun shined so persistently like no tomorrow, and the best anybody could breathe in was the boiling air of the summer afternoon. Marth's face was red from sweat and exhaust. His hair started to stick to his head completely and it became harder to breathe. But he hasn't had such an experience in a long time. He noticed the other guy, looking at him with intimidating eyes, that he wasn't in a better situation. The thing was, he had the rage inside of him to fight, which Marth noted when he saw the lust in his eyes as he attempted to charge at him once more.
"Well, I wish I were as relentless as he is.."
The man striked cleanly and without fault, but it was still interceded with Marth's attack when the legendary weapon sprung out and slashed an ark, and when his enemy's evade wasn't fast enough, it didn't just push him back, it also managed to cut a line on his face just below the nose. The prince spun out to his direction just as a cautious move if he had somehow survived the blow and pointed his sword to the center of the other's neck.
That was it, it was the seventh man he had beaten in a row.
Noticing the admiration, Marth was a bit surprised. He had never had such kind of attention in his life. It was the typical royalty love that everyone gave him, but this wasn't the same.
Time passed, and he gradually found himself taking on harder opponents as they came to him. The challenges just never seemed to halt, and he wondered until when he'd be able to take all of this.
It was fine, he said. As long as it's for his improvement, he'll do all the sorts to achieve what he had always been looking for in himself.
Day 2 – Ike
The night couldn't have been any less different. Countless times he's walked on this same path and the sidewalks were as narrow as usual, but he knew precisely where he was going even when the darkness aimed to hint him in the wrong direction. With hands buried in his pockets and forehead facing the ground, it seemed like it was more than just daydreaming. He arrived at a fork in the road- one he was formerly familiar with, and yet he couldn't quite make up his mind. The various paths may have corresponded to something engraved his mind that even he hadn't noticed himself.
"Oi, stay focused, Ike." he told himself numerous times repeatedly.
Before long, he had reached a small shop. It wasn't very spacious, and in fact, it had only been a cramped booth in the corner near the traffic light. He was only out on a walk hoping to clear his thoughts out properly, nothing serious, which was why he purposely left his sword behind at Link's house. It couldn't be any worse if he suddenly attracted anybody with that traveling around at his side. Even if it were hidden, once it's found, it'd cause great commotion.
"Hello," he sneaked a glance to see if anyone had been there. To his surprise, though, a young lady with long, light blonde hair emerged and met his face.
"Oh, yes, a customer! I'm sorry, usually we wait hours and hours and no one ever passes by.. Did you want something?" she explained.
"Oh, erm, I just needed a.. bottle of soda, please." In fact, he came to the store not knowing exactly what he planned to accomplish. It was just a sidetrack, he didn't plan to do anything at all. The swordsman wasn't usually this kind and gentle, he often took people head-on, but for some reason he couldn't today. He surely hoped it was only due to his loss of strength. But even that hardly made sense, especially since he hasn't exactly done anything productive today.. much less anything interesting.
"There's something on your mind..?"
He didn't understand whether it was made to be a question or a statement. It was because of her emphasis on the end that made her seem unsure, but Ike felt it was probably just a friendly conversation. He figured she probably didn't have much concern for a stranger's feelings.
Despite her gentle appearance, she sounded awfully mature.
"You could say that," was the only answer he could really think of, but quickly regretted it anyway. It's not like he really wanted to prolong the conversation.
To Ike's surprise, though, the girl only smiled and approached the small television placed on top of a wooden shelf and flicked the switch on. It amazed him that she didn't try to console him with enlightening words whatsoever. It's either that or the fact that she actually had a television despite the looks of her shop.
It went straight to the broadcasting of the tournament. It was most likely just a late-night replay, since the audience was still startled and excited. Nonetheless, the girl rested her chin on the high shelf and watched it with gleaming eyes. "Are you familiar with the grant tournament brawl?" she asked clumsily.
The dialogue started to become a bit awkward, and even though Ike never stopped trying to think of a smart reply, the girl he had been talking to just kept blurting out more questions he didn't really favor answering.
"Are you a fighting type of person? Are you the likes of those who loathe losing?"
He obviously didn't want to make it seem like she was getting somewhere. "I guess."
Then it suddenly came to him. "I'm.. actually.. in it, you know. I mean, I got accepted.. but.. it seems, you already.."
The girl emerged again from the shadow only until it revealed the chilling smile inching from her face.
"..knew.."
Now, he really hoped this wasn't going to turn into any of the horrendous possibilities slowly making their way to his mind.
"I can tell by your clothes, that's all. And your way of talking."
It didn't seem fitting since his thoughts or unspoken words were better compared to what was actually coming out of his mouth, yet this girl seemed to be more interested in what was inside, as if she were already assured that there was anything to be solicitous about.
"Way of talking?" He only said a total of three sentences that unfortunately weren't even thought out, and apparently she could already tell so much. What next, if he'd continue talking, would she already be able to retaliate his entire life story back to him without mistakes?
She started to laugh playfully, and it thankfully relieved Ike's concerns. "So, then, is something on your mind about the tournament then? What, you nervous?" she asked.
To put it bluntly, he barely knew the reason himself.
"Not really," he lied. "I'm probably just stressed out with worries."
As if the two made any difference to begin with.
"Hmm," it actually disturbed Ike. Was she trying to read his thoughts? "So if it isn't about the tournament itself, is it.. maybe.. someone?"
Spot on.
"Ah.." Like there was a use for any pointless excuses.
"Hm, so it is.." she paused. "What, is it like, a soulmate or something? Can't fight her or the likes of that?"
It was unimaginable how eased he was to finally receive a wrong answer.
"No, nothing like that. It's more of.. a childhood rival kind of person.."
"Oh!" her reaction was immediate. "L-like an arch nemesis or something!"
"Well.." he was unsure whether to put it like that or not, but basically that was the main idea. Several times this problem's been bouncing around and distracting him from ever getting past a day without recalling. The very truth that he'd someday have to risk fighting one of his worst enemies from childhood in battle, especially for something as crucial as the tournament, crushed his insides every time the idea came up. That was probably the last thing he wanted, even moreso than losing.
"So," it then came to him. "Are you, by any chance, also.. in the tournament?"
"Oh, please, no!" the response was almost immediate. "Someone as downright worthless as me? Of course not."
Ike began to feel bad. "Well, putting it like that's a bit harsh."
The girl was take aback by his comment. It seemed that she wished she never had said it, but as much as she wanted, she said what she said. A trickle of sweat came running down her face as she stared at him who was, all this time, still clueless at her expression.
"S-sorry!" her face became startled and she turned around to face the direction of the show, pretending to watch.
"Crap!" Ike thought as he stared at the clock shown at the bottom-right corner of the television screen. "I'm extremely late.. It's going to be midnight pretty soon."
He waved at the girl and took his leave, avoiding any chance of having another dreadful conversation that neither could even continue properly. He wondered a bit about the insecurity he sensed while talking to her, and frankly, he couldn't decide what was happening either. Most of the time, he found himself being hypnotized by what was going on in the program and only later on realized that he had already been nudged to leave once he received his carbonated drink. Basically, he just didn't know he stayed for that duration.
Tired and left with a stressful mood, he made his way back to Link's to hopefully receive his long-awaited sleep.
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Day 2 – Lucas
Why can't I be as strong as you, Claus?
He was merely cradling himself by the corner of his room while caressing his most precious baseball bat on the floor. The windows were closed shut and the lights were switched off. The only thing giving off light came from the sun as its rays sneaked into the window cracks and filled the room with as much light as it needed. Still, it was darker than usual.
You were always so much braver than I was..
"LUCAS!" the door swung open. "LUCAS, YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT."
Ness entered the room almost too ecstatically and grabbed his best friend by the shoulders. It didn't matter to him how depressed he looked, it was always his job to try and cheer him up to the best of his ability.
"N-Ness.." Lucas could hardly take the loudness.
"But I have to tell you!" On the other hand, Ness could barely contain his excitement.
The blonde-haired boy decided to just let it be and listened to his friend who eagerly told the story whether anybody had been interested enough to hear it or not.
"I made it! I got accepted to the tournament! I got notified today, and I just had to-"
It crushed him inside seeing his comrade's face- he had never seen him so down before. Even with spectacular news nothing brought him down more than seeing Lucas with such a pitiful expression. And he regretted it too. He came so joyfully knowing that after he had told the news, that the two would have something to celebrate about, but after noticing the blonde's head hang down, everything just crashed down. He shouldn't have said the news.
"Did you.. not make it..?" Even Ness felt that sympathy would do nothing here, because he already knew Lucas well enough. He could easily provide him with comforting words but none of it would be effective enough to stay inside of him and take out the darkness he'd been feeling.
"It's not that.." Lucas tilted up his head, watching his friend's relieved facial expression.
"Come on, Lucas, then what is it..?" He'd never met someone who sulked down repeatedly after being accepted into a grand match. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, after all. "Being in the brawl is great news..! I don't see why you could possibly-"
"I'm not just in it.." Lucas cut him off. It was hard enough to comprehend the sentence.
"H-huh..?" Ness took off his hat. It made him worry what exactly it meant. If he isn't just.. in it, then what more was he?
"It'll be hard to accept," his bashful manner started to kick in.
Well, yes, Ness thought. It was hard to accept the fact that he wasn't the least bit grateful for making it to the grand brawl.
"..but I'm part of the elite team."
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The sounds of bulldozers, cracking wood, axes breaking materials and men shouting orders were heard just off the exit of the city. It was a plain of reserved land, purposely for the upcoming events, and the tape had only been removed to reveal it today. But that plain of land was almost covered- by a 300 meter-tall mansion being painted and embellished through numerous ladders and newly-made cranes. The windows were being shined and the main structure was being improved. Blueprints stayed pressed on the tables with countless revisions while decisions were being made.
Everybody had hard hats and safety goggles on, and not one person lacked a duty. All were scrambling around, some panicked and the rest entirely relaxed, and it was apparent that there would be a lot of jobs to be done. The mansion was being painted a maroon color, with shades of dark Sienna here and there. Everything, from the foundation to the measurements, was already jotted down and a basic plan was being followed.
They believed everything had to be perfect and spotless before the event day.
"The Brawl House is almost completed," their leader became proud after realizing the success of taking on a huge role for the event. "This couldn't have happened without your back-breaking work. I appreciate all you've done for this project, and hopefully I can thank each of you individually, but for now, I'd just love to express my thanks for your endurance throughout this whole year to make this happen. I am indebted to all of you."
The majority of workers stopped to simply applaud at the end of his statement.
Since the beginning, their high spirits let them work daily, non-stop, to fulfill their duties.
"Three days remain, everyone." he continued. "In three days, the contenders will be setting foot inside the mansion, so I hope it'll be something they can remember."
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"So, you're telling me, you've already been classified as an elite member therefore you're called back to the grand brawl?"
Lucas cringed. "I know.. It's horrible."
Ness stayed silent for the majority of the thought, before stomping up and approached his friend with the most enraged expression ever.
"SO WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME WHY ON EARTH YOU'RE SO DISAPPOINTED ABOUT THAT?" he started shaking the blonde by his fragile shoulders, ignoring any hint of speaking he might have attempted at.
Lucas stood speechless a while, which was long enough for Ness to consider the fact that he may have hurt his friend through his harsh way of speaking. He let him go calmly and tried to examine his expressions. Frustrated at the sight that nothing had changed, he forced himself to sit down in front of him.
"That's the thing," Lucas started to speak. "I sh-should be happy, it's just that.."
I can't understand him, Ness thought to himself. If I were an elite, I'd be the happiest person in the world.. In fact, I'd probably boast it to everybody I know. That's how much I wished to be an elite member. But Lucas, he's another story. Why is he so hesitant all of a sudden? After being given such an opportunity, this isn't what I thought he'd act like. But then it hit him. The sudden realization of what his friend might have been experiencing upon hearing the news. Maybe it was something else that bothered him. First of all, I never expected him to be an elite out of all people.. I know it's pretty cruel, but he's not that sort of person.
"You.." For some reason, Ness felt something. It's as if he suddenly knew about Lucas' feelings. "You.. always wanted to be like your brother, didn't you?"
"All this time, I've looked up to him." Lucas admitted dolefully.
"I see.."
The blonde had that same facial expression again- the one that made sure he would cry any minute, but he forcefully tried to prevent it. "I'm just scared.. P-people will think that.. I'm the best because I'm an elite, right? But when they see how I really am-"
It wasn't the worst problem, and he hoped it wouldn't affect him entirely, but he couldn't set it aside.
"Tell me, how did you get chosen as an elite? I mean, why you..?" Ness bit his lip after noticing what had gone wrong with how he said it. "Er, that's not what I meant.."
"It's alright." Lucas smiled, a fake one at that. "I sometimes ask myself the same question."
He flicked the light switch on. For hours, he's trapped himself in the room; not to deprive himself of anything, but he felt that he just couldn't face the world, even though he despised it. He didn't want to be so cowardly, but the concerns of his skills took over anything that could make decisions for himself. Instead of being extremely excited for the upcoming grand brawl, he made it known to himself that he was weak and frail, and the last thing he wanted was for people to know this fact, especially when they'd be expecting an elite member to be an impressive competitor out of the rest.
It did feel nice to be in the light again. It was morning, he assured himself. And it wouldn't be morning for that long, so he had to make the most of it to change his way of talking for his friend who tried his best to comfort him.
"With the order of my trainer, I joined a team for a tournament I did a few years ago. The team needed somebody lightweight as part of the requirements, and a lot of the other applicants resisted to be in that team. It was because.. that team wasn't like the rest. I don't want to say they're evil, but that they had that extreme drive."
Ness stared at him, giving him his full attention.
"They wanted to win. They wanted victory so much that they'd do whatever it took to get it, and that's why I feared them. But you've got to understand, I've never been accepted to any matches, and for this offer to suddenly pop up, I wasn't thinking straight. I really needed this. So I understand how you feel about this."
"Wait, wait, wait.." Ness interrupted. "You actually fought with them?"
"I didn't have a choice!" he reasoned out. "I couldn't wait for another, it'd be impossible to get in, just like my previous attempts!"
"That was my first brawl, a team tournament, and I was fighting with the most determined people I've ever met. Of course, the majority looked down on me in the duration of our meetings together, but they were in desperate need of a lightweight member to fight. I was just being used, but I didn't mind it."
"It was funny," he continued. "We took down all our opponents in a flash. It didn't take much time. Although I lost to some of my matches, the rest of my team payed off for my losses and we eventually won the whole tournament. I hated the fact that it wasn't through my contributions, but the feeling of victory was overwhelming."
"And after that glorious win, the judges thought we were so amazing but deadly, and therefore they named us the Cobras."
Ness, totally dumfounded, made no sound. It was surprising to hear that Lucas, who had always been so afraid, managed to fight with the strongest competitors in the brawl tournaments, and won with them. Even he never had such an experience.
"And.. those.. Cobras.. don't tell me.."
Lucas nodded. "They're this year's elite team."
No.. Ness looked away in disbelief. He hated the whole idea and began to doubt as well. The thing is, though, he still didn't understand Lucas' perspective. If he's in the elite team, then wouldn't that mean he's certain to win? But for some reason, he was more afraid and worried than the normal battlers.
He couldn't help but snicker, though. "Well, then I guess that's lucky for you, then."
"It's not!" Lucas exclaimed, which startled Ness. "For years, all I wanted was to be able to show my skills in a tournament, but not this way."
Maybe he didn't want to rely on his teammates, maybe he wanted to be something more. Whatever it was, neither of them would be celebrating about it.
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"Is everything prepared to the fullest?"
The announcer, who had also been appointed as the main leader and producer of this tournament, had taken a quick break to sit down. He barely ever had the chance to rest properly when everyone demands subsequent broadcast shows on the tournament brawl. It hadn't even begun, and they already demanded so much. Just imagine during its first stages, the audience would most likely demand 24-hour updates to keep proper track. They couldn't forget that it is a grand tournament brawl. And it wasn't far away. "Don't think of it as having three more days, time goes by exceptionally fast for these events."
"There's still one more thing, Matsuzawa-sama," one of his many subordinates who sat inside the main hall of their headquarters, approached him to speak.
"Oh, yes. The issue of the third group, what was it, the Sharks? Have you found any suitable trainers?"
Another stood up.
"I'm afraid the search proved to be a harder task than we thought. The current trainer's illness was quite sudden, and there aren't very many substitutes available."
Trainers were required for every team during a grand brawl. Usually the best fighters were used to assist in sculpting the contestants into formidable opponents.
The leader folded his hands together on his table. He wasn't expecting there to be any problems at the rate that he watched everyone work in. Although it wasn't impossible, he did hope it wouldn't disrupt the many plans they made in order to make the grand brawl a success.
"We could always call in the young lord." a voice called from the majority.
"Well.." the leader couldn't decide. "As a last resort, perhaps."
His associates murmured.
"The young lord is a suitable secondary. If we can't seem to find any others willing to take on the role of leading the third group, then aren't we basically at the point to use the last resort?"
Hideaki pondered at the thought for a while.
"I suppose.." but it seemed he had been looking for something else.
"Do you have any concerns?"
"No, I absolutely think he's a worthy alternative. So, then, please call him and make him report to this place immediately."
A few gathered together to carry on the order.
"Then what is it that's on your mind?" a few, on the other hand, decided to stay.
It took him a while to respond. He'd been unfamiliar with it also. "For the previous trainer to suddenly get ill like that.. He was alive and well the day before during our meeting.."
"Come on, Matsuzawa-sama, you can't blame him. Sudden illnesses can just attack at any time. Give him a break, it isn't his fault."
"But, did you receive any news from him about his sickness?"
It confused the rest that the whole topic just came out of nowhere. A few could sense his feelings but made no choice to speak out of turn. They preferred to let him straighten things out.
"Well.. he decided to let his daughter take the call, so imagined it was probably serious."
Not even saying a word, huh? Are you trying to avoid us asking? Hideaki tried to examine the situation. He might be paranoid, he agreed with that, but he couldn't stop himself from worrying too much.
"Do you think he's hiding something, boss?" his thought process was disrupted.
"Uh.. N-no, nothing like that. Please forget about it."
It was obviously a lie, but he knew that if his uncertainty reached the rest of his subordinates that things would eventually go wrong. He didn't want anything to disrupt the brawl, so he had to do his best to find things out on his own without having to involve anybody else.
But he felt strongly that something was going wrong. Of course there were explanations, but it was an extreme feeling. Whether to trust it or ignore it completely, he couldn't decide.
"Excuse me, Matsuzawa-sama, the young lord is here."
It sure was quick. "Apparently he was only a few minutes from this place, so we got hold of him quite fast. He's right outside, do you want him to come in?"
Their leader smiled. He couldn't remember the last time he saw this visitor.
He nodded, and his assistant opened the door to let a medium-tall teenage boy enter with his usual daring face. It was different this time. Hideaki usually met with this person while he wearing full armor from head to toe, but seeing him in extremely casual clothing with a simple white T-shirt and jeans changed the feeling a bit. It wasn't extremely serious or formal anymore.
The visitor's hair sprung out and thinned at the ends, and it was of a bright scarlet color.
"How are you, boss..?"
Hideaki smiled. "Already calling me boss? Were you informed of our current situation?"
The boy smiled. "I also know of your offer."
"And your answer is..?"
"No doubt, boss. Anything for you."
His assistant returned to his leader's side, confused at the sight of the new face that came out of nowhere. The two, though, seemed to have known each other since before, and he couldn't help but wonder. "So, who is this, young lord, anyway?"
"Do you want to introduce yourself..?"
"Sure." the new face brushed his hair with a chinky smirk. "I'm Roy, apparently the new trainer for the third group."
:end of chapter 2:
[COMMENTS]
How do you like the special guest? I was just itching to have him in here, and I really was lacking possible trainers. I didn't want any of them to be a character I created just to make it more fun. :)
P.S. If any of you don't know behind 'sama', it's a Japanese honorific used to implement respect in who you're speaking to, and it's usually used for heads or leaders in this case. I wanted it to have a hint of Japanese in it because of Nintendo. That's only if you didn't know, since I usually write manga-based fanfics in my other account, and I noticed that most brawlers probably aren't Japanese addicts like I am. x)
As I said before, any reviews are greatly appreciated.