Fun Fact: Lightweight
Little Mac is 107 lbs (49 kg). In actual boxing, Little Mac would fit into the "Light flyweight" weight class, which is considered to be the third lightest weight class in the entirety of the boxing scene.
Perhaps Little Mac was never destined to become an aerial fighter.
The human anatomy made it naturally impossible for average humans to jump twice in the air, pluck living vegetables out of nowhere, and teleport towards impossibly far distances. Little Mac may not be an average human, but he sure as heck lacked nearly everything that defined "supernatural."
Boxers normally did not have to worry about jumping high up in the air to dunk their opponents into some sort of hammerspace. The only form of "jumping" they performed were short hops that allowed the boxers to move swiftly. No one ever ran across the boxing ring due to the limited arsenal each boxer was loaded with: boxing gloves, and a violently swift mind.
Needless to say, Little Mac did not enjoy planting his face against the ground every time he jumped high.
Due to his inability to jump high heights, Little Mac was permitted to use a device that allowed him to jump in the air. Like Mario, he could not sprout wings out of nowhere and start punching people from the heavens. By attaching the Double-Jump Equipment, he gained the ability to jump two times in total before he landed on any form of land. This allowed him to return to the battlefield a little easier whenever his opponent knocks him out of it.
…The problem came from the fact that he could not get himself fully accustomed to air movement.
Moving forward in the air sounded pretty impossible, right? Especially if one knew nothing about skydiving and anything that required expert air control, right?
Sure thing.
The gym had an extra room that allowed the fighters to hone their movements both in the air and on the ground. Designed in a similar fashion to the test area Mac received his diagnostic test at, a large, circular platform floated in the seemingly groundless room. Multiple platforms surrounded the circular platform, each of them varying in distance. Link called it the Boarding Center just because some of the Smash Brothers played some sort of game called "Board the Platforms" in the empty place.
Leaping off of the platform he managed to get on, Mac landed on the center platform, his gloves supporting his landing.
"You're getting the hang of it, Mac!" He heard Doc exclaim. "But remember, you gotta keep in mind that most of the fighters will try to take you down when you're landing. Try landing without your gloves!"
Doc Louis stood at the center of the circular platform, a chocolate bar resting snugly in his right hand. With a small nod, Little Mac stood up, turned around, and immediately jumped towards the platform he just came from. Due to the fairly long distance between the small platform and the circular platform he just arrived at, Mac had to jump a total of two times in order to safely land on solid ground.
The boxer felt his feet collide against the destination he aimed for. Tension gathered at his legs, and he did not get up from his crouching position.
Alas, his legs gave way to the tension, and he slowly fell forward like a rock. As soon as the boxer fell off the small, rectangular platform, a bubble formed around Little Mac and carried him back to what he dubbed the "Circle of Life."
The dark-haired boxer blinked, his startled expression frozen as the bubble popped. He landed on his shorts.
Doc smirked. Mac blinked.
"Remember, you're doing really good for forty-nine kilo boxer," Doc affirmed, "but there's always room to improve. Ain't that right, son?"
Without a word, the boxer nodded again.
"I knew we're still thinking in the same pages! Now let's get right back to it, yeah?! Ha ha ha!"
A small grin from Mac made Doc laugh heartily. Soon, the boxer went back to jumping up and down the platform. Repetition was key in Mac's training. As he jumped higher and higher, his motivation steadily ignored his own exhaustion. Doc's cheerful remarks prevented him from encountering a single moment where he wanted to stop training.
It felt like the good old days, only newer and more alive than ever.
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By the next day, Mac's muscle memory partially recognized the ability to land without anything but his legs.
Sitting alone at his pointlessly wide dormitory, the boxer stared at the television in front of him. Afternoon approached, and at the moment, Mac had nothing to do. He trained, trained, and trained all morning, after all.
"…"
Mac blankly watched the television as two Goombas rolling around a grassy field before flattening a knife. They promptly entered a laughing spree as an unseen audience laughed with them.
The boxer took note that Goomba humor was not his kind of humor and changed the channel.
The next channel- named the "Emblem Channel"- caught Mac's attention. Wondering what the channel would offer, Mac threw away his thoughts on channel surfing as he proceeded to watch what seemed to be a sitcom drama… thing.
Roy and the Fire Emblem
Produced and directed by Crazy Hand
Based on a pretty real story
Episode 1: Awakening
Roy, son of Eliwood, sat on a teacup. He lived in Elibe, a continent filled with thousands of death flags. There was a girl who liked him, though. That's all that mattered.
One thousand years was all it took for some dude, Zephriel, to invade Elibe with a bunch of funky wyverns. The country Zephy led, simply known as Bernstein, did a Genocide Cutter on the countries of Sacae and Ilia. Only one country, Lycia, remained free of Bernstein's OP wyverns after the powerful country shrekt the fields of justice.
Roy furiously studied about mammary glands at Lycia's capital when he is suddenly summoned to jump into Lycia's army. A pigeon gave him the message.
The red-haired man kindly signed back,
I'm sleepy. Wake me up when September ends.
-Roy
An hour later, he received another message. "Girlz everywhere," the letter said. "Blonde griilz, blue griilz, alien griilz."
Roy left in five seconds.
But bandits surrounded his father's castle. The traffic was real.
"Guys," Roy asked the bandits, "can you stop? I'm busy and I need to go in ASAP."
"Sure."
So the bandits left.
Eventually, Roy went to his father, Eliwood, who informed him of his mission. "Congratulations, my son. You have defeated the bandits. I think you're good enough to lead my army. You are to take my army to Araphen to stop Berns."
"Berns? What's Berns?"
"The enemy."
Roy's mind was blown. Realizing his father's genius, he departed for a new destiny.
End of Episode 1
Mac blinked, pondering over what he just saw as he remained still.
He had to admit, he just got curious about what Episode 2 would be like.
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Princess Peach Toadstool held many tasks to complete. She had a kingdom to guide, concerned friends to help, and flowers to water. The princess always put others ahead of herself, and everyone fervently gave her gratitude for her kindness.
She also enjoyed getting along with people. She absolutely loved that.
So she made sure to get along with each and every newcomer after she arrived!
It was a hard task, but she went pretty far with the seemingly impossible task of not getting on Ganondorf and Mewtwo's nerves. Well, there certainly were times when such fighters snapped at her, but she got along with them most of the time.
Then there was Little Mac, who fell into a peculiar category.
Little Mac did not hate spending time with her; she understood that much. But while he was full of good intentions, he seemed to be inexperienced in expressing his emotions at the right times. Peach felt confident that she could help him improve his ability to express himself while getting along with him more.
Little Mac also contained a pleasantly respectful attitude to everyone he met. She enjoyed that attitude, especially when he had a small party with her instead of jumping into a bandwagon of hype.
He was a good man. She needed to treat him like one.
Of course, she still had some unanswered questions about the peculiar boxer. He shared descriptions of his world to her, but he did not share his own qualities to her. Apparently, no other fighter knew much about Little Mac as well. This fact piqued her interest, as some of the more social and active people were usually able to analyze new fighters within a few days.
Approximately a week passed since Mac's arrival. Several days since his battle with the creators of Smash Brothers.
Peach picked up a basket full of mushrooms and chocolate muffins with her delicate hands. Walking out of her dormitory, the princess put up an affirmed smile.
I'm going to learn more about him! Then I could get along with him more. It's only natural that someone would get in-depth with knowing who he is.
Though she initially thought about talking with Doc Louis, Mac's coach, she remembered Samus talking about how the coach described his pupil.
"He's quiet, cool, outgoing and obedient. He's also diligent and has a pretty decent sense of humor. Not to mention, he loves chocolate bars! Mac sees physical activities in general as hobbies, and he has some sort of thing for calling his parents through a phone. Oh, and he loves chocolate bars if I didn't mention that already.
"Did I mention I love chocolate bars as well?"
…It was painfully obvious that Doc Louis did understand Mac, only in a way that could not be deciphered by people other than himself.
With her back straight and her hands firmly grasping the straw basket filled with goodies, Peach went to look for Mac.
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Ganondorf and Captain Falcon armwrestled on Fox's Landmaster.
Despite the Star Fox leader speaking against the idea of having two powerful fighters arm wrestle on his Landmaster, the King of Disrespect and the King of Hype ignored him and requested Falco to bring the huge machinery to them. And alas, Falco, too, was a fan of hype. Without a single bit of hesitation, Lombardi handed them Fox's Landmaster.
They broke the front window in the first game, the cannon in their second.
Everyone lacked the ability to comprehend the definition of "armwrestling," especially after they witnessed the two fighters' rendition of a simple game.
Ganondorf flipped himself in the air, a hand tightly grasping Captain Falcon's as he spiraled horizontally a dozen times. Dark energy forming at the hand he used to combat Captain Falcon's raw power, Ganondorf suddenly stopped in midair before raising a leg. The King of Darkness then performed an aerial Wizard's Foot, falling towards the Landmaster he shoved into the cafeteria.
As he landed, one of the Landmaster's powerful tires let out a devastating noise as Ganondorf used his strength and momentum to make Falcon's hand crash against the machine. Captain Falcon was not an idiot, however, to lose to a strategy used multiple times on him.
The F-Zero pilot grit his teeth as he held off Ganondorf's dark power, his hand trembling as it closed into the Landmaster. Giving into another centimeter would give the Master of Disrespect victory, and the racer certainly did not enjoy losing easily.
Pumping energy into his legs, Captain Falcon suddenly slid towards the edge of the Landmaster, dragging Ganondorf along with him. Swinging his clenched hand into the air as if he were performing a Raptor Boost, the pilot forced the Gerudo King to lose his ground before leaping into the air for his counter attack.
"FALCON-"
The captain's eyes glowed behind his visor as he spiraled down to the Landmaster, catching both himself and Ganondorf on red fire.
"-PUNCHHHHHH!"
The Landmaster blew up as soon as both he and his opponent made contact to it.
As the machinery fell apart in balls of fire, Fox McCloud screamed like a woman as he ran from the scene, traumatized by how the vehicle he used in plenty of battles ended up being fodder for some stupid armwrestling battle. Falco Lombardi, on the other hand, started screaming, not out of anger, but out of sheer hype.
A few seconds later, the remaining debris of the Landmaster flew towards all directions as the fiery flames revealed Captain Falcon and Ganondorf still clenching hands.
The King of Disrespect did not give into the millimeter that gave Falcon sweet victory.
"You're never a step ahead of me," the Gerudo sneered as he slowly stood up. "It only makes sense that I win."
"Is that so…?" The F-Zero pilot sneered back as an aura of raw fire emitted from him. "It seems that we just can't come to a conclusion."
The King of Evil raised an eyebrow before grinning evilly.
"Then there's only one way-"
Captain Falcon let go of Ganondorf's hand as he backflipped away from his foe. Putting up a battle stance, he grinned back.
"-to settle this," he finished for his eternal rival.
The two fighters roared as they began smashing each other around.
Mac simply stared at the ongoing battle from afar with Robin by his side.
"My friends told me that there's plenty of ways to play games," Robin stated with an idle expression as red and purple explosions erupted in the cafeteria, "but I'm pretty sure they're playing the wrong way."
Mac agreed wholeheartedly.
The tactician and the boxer sat together at a table by themselves, making sure that there were plenty of desks to separate them from the ongoing battle and their lunch. Mac munched on his hamburger while Robin diligently finished off his spaghetti.
"So anyway," the tactician started to get both his and Mac's attention off of the usual Ganonfalcon battles, "I've heard you've been practicing how to control yourself in the air. Did you make any progress?"
Robin learned how to control his fascination with Mac, allowing the boxer to spend time without having to worry much about the white-haired man going apecrackers at random moments.
"I've practiced double jumping," Mac answered honestly. "I think I'm going farther now."
"Interesting. Is it a significant change?"
The boxer nodded. Turning to the tactician, he told Robin, "Now I can recover."
Robin froze still.
"A bit."
Robin instantly gave him a double thumbs-up.
At that moment, something caught the white-haired tactician's eye. Princess Toadstool Peach walked into the cafeteria. As she approached one of the cafeteria tables, Ganondorf made sure not to involve her in his battle with Captain Falcon by flipping over her. A strange fact to take in, considering how he disrespects practically everyone outside of battle.
"Hello, Peach," Robin greeted with a smile. As soon as he caught the princess's attention, she started walking towards him.
"Hello!" Peach spoke with her bright voice. "How are you doing today?"
"Fine, actually. Chrom let me off the hook from keeping track of Lucina for today, so I'm just talking to Sir Mac over here."
"…He makes you keep track of Miss Lucina?"
"It's a long story. Speaking of which…"
As Robin and Peach engaged themselves in a happy conversation, Mac stared into nothingness. He blanked out, pondering on how he could improve his air game. Muscle memory alone would not allow Mac to recover well. He would need to find out how to manipulate his Double-Jump Equipment so that he could reach the stage better.
The boxer thought about using a powerful punch to send himself flying, but that put him in the risk of falling like a rock after performing such a move. If he could just use some sort of triple jump method like Mario, he would be able to worry less about being unable to recover from the bottom of the stage.
Or he could simply try a haymaker in the air to save himself from the trouble of getting smashed against the stage. But then that would leave him open to attacks from above…
Mac concluded that he could use multiple methods to recover, but each method had its ups and downs. He would need to use mind games on his opponents to get back on the stage without getting knocked away like a fool.
While the boxer continued to ponder about his recovery methods, something caught his eye. Far away from his table behind Peach, he saw Lucina picking up a strange… candy bar. No, it was no ordinary candy bar. This bar was composed of chocolate and neatly carved pecan nuts sticking out of it. Mac could only watch in awe as Lucina took a bite out of it, revealing the sweet cream hidden within the depths of the bar.
Hmm.
Where did that awesome-looking bar come from?
"Sir Mac?"
The boxer blinked as he turned to Robin, who gave him a confused look. Peach seemed confused as well, as he was simply staring at her direction.
"Did you blank out again?" Robin asked.
"No."
"Then what were you…?"
Suddenly, Mac stood up from his seat, the last of his hamburger stuffed in his mouth. With his trusty, pink hoodie on, the boxer pulled the hood over his head as he started leaving. His eyes were locked onto the chocolate bar.
"Sir Mac? Sir Mac, aren't you going to talk with-"
"I'll come back."
The boxer walked with a powerful aura emitting from him. In fact, his aura became so strong, Ganondorf and Captain Falcon stopped fighting. Their eyes locked into the pink figure, who ignored their omnipotent presences in the cafeteria.
The feeling of power invigorated both Ganondorf and Captain Falcon. As soon as they came back to their senses, the two fighters reentered their duel.
The white-haired tactician blinked, his eyes wide, as he watched Mac walk… towards Lucina. As soon as the blue-haired swordswoman walked out of the cafeteria, the boxer left as well.
…I wonder what he could possibly want with her?
Meanwhile, Peach sort of forgot about giving her gift to Mac due to her happy conversation with Robin. And while Robin did not have anything against continuing his conversation with the lightheaded princess, he could not help but keep wondering on what Mac had in mind.
…It's probably nothing much, he thought. Sir Mac isn't a person who would cause lots of trouble.
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"Where did you get that?"
"Huh?"
The blue-haired woman tilted her head in confusion. She had decided to go out for a walk, but before she could begin, Little Mac suddenly popped out of nowhere and asked her about… something.
"What… are you talking about?" She asked carefully, remembering that this was the same man who jeopardized Robin's sanity. And not to mention, this was also the same man who had no problems looking through a magazine with a bikini turtle on it with a stealth ops expert.
"The chocolate bar you ate," Mac clarified quickly. "Where did you get it?"
Lucina blinked.
"I got it from the city."
"Take me."
"…To the store I bought the chocolate bar from?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Just."
Mac stared into her soul. A chocolate bar with pecans and cream definitely sounded like the ultimate meal for someone like him and Doc Louis. Mac oftentimes competed with Doc Louis in various battles just to get a chocolate bar. Unlike Doc, Mac's desire for chocolate intensified at random times, meaning that there was no actual pattern to his chocolatey diet.
And also, he found that this could be a pretty good excuse to get to know more about the strange, blue-haired swordswoman. After all, she was Robin's friend, and a fairly peculiar one at that.
For a while, Little Mac had been unintentionally disturbing Lucina for multiple reasons unknown to him. While he certainly believed Lucina was not as much of an idiot some people made her out to be, he just wanted to get along with her. She had shown worry for him, despite some strange outbursts she made at random times, and Mac wanted more friends than enemies. A friendly swordswoman sounded better to hang out with than a hostile one, after all.
When Lucina gave him a look of doubt, Mac shook her shoulders. He shook lightly so that he would not get on Lucina's nerves as he continued to give her an idle expression.
The blue-haired swordswoman nodded slowly as she took note of Mac's interestingly teal-colored pupils. For the first time ever since she met him, Mac spoke up to her instead of answering her questions. While she felt nervous, she also felt pleasant at the idea of someone opening up to her.
…Her nervousness was more prominent than the surprise she felt, as she quickly grabbed Mac's hands and slowly pulled them away from her shoulders.
"I'm going for a walk. Maybe I could take you to the store-"
Mac nodded instantly.
"…Theeeeeeen first, let's change our clothes. It would be a problem for the citizens to notice us."
Mac nodded again.
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The woman with the eye of Naga could only stare at the boxing champion with incredulity. Donning a grey hoodie and training pants, Little Mac looked as if he just jumped in and out of a pool of cement. From pink to grey… Lucina could not exactly understand how Mac thought that simply changing the color of the clothes he always wore would be a good disguise.
Yet, somehow, it was a bit hard to take in that the person in the abhorrently bland clothes was the famed boxing champion of planet Earth, Little Mac.
Standing right at the entrance of the mansion, Lucina asked Little Mac, "Is that your disguise?" When the boxer nodded, she simply stated,
"I think it's time you get some better clothes. Forget the disguise; I think your wardrobe needs an emergency checkup…"
Mac nearly scoffed as he began to think about what she said. An emergency checkup? Why would his wardrobe need one? He had plenty of clothes, such as a blue hoodie, a red hoodie, the grey hoodie he was wearing, the… pink hoodie, and the… green…
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…On a second thought, he really needed new clothes.
After thinking it through a bit, Mac nodded, causing Lucina to nod in acknowledgement. "Then it's decided," she said. "I'll show you where I got the chocolate bar, and I'll try getting you some new outfits."
Again, Mac nodded.
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"…Sooooo…"
"…"
The boxer nudged Lucina, who began to stand around with an awkward pout. With a small voice, he simply said,
"Let's go."
The blue-haired swordswoman perked up, seemingly waking up as she let out a quick "Oh, right!" With both of them wearing their respective "out-of-work" clothes, Little Mac and Lucina walked into the main city.
Mac rarely went to the downtown by himself. He had only went there before with Doc Louis, and even then, he only followed Doc to visit Master Hand's office, which stood on the opposite end of the strange, thriving city from the mansion.
The city, simply dubbed as "Central City" by its residents, was huge. Composed by a single floating island, restaurants, malls, outlets, and all kinds of workplaces existed in Central City. Master Hand made sure to slowly increase the size of the floating island to continuously expand the city. After all, he loved the creation of new things. The creator enjoyed preventing things from being stale without having to bring some sort of massive corruption through new creations.
Much to Lucina's surprise, no one noticed Little Mac and his blunt disguise. Still, she'd rather have him wear a shirt and jeans that people could recognize him through rather than dealing with… this kind of thing.
"We're here," she said as the two walked into the bumbling streets. Several Koopas went past the fighters as they headed for the closest supermarket. "Let's get you that chocolate bar first."
Mac nodded, though he seemed a bit more excited than usual… if nodding faster actually meant anything other than nodding.
They soon arrived at a supermarket labeled "Wall Mart." Since it was obvious that Wall Mart did not share a similar name to any other supermarket Mac knew of, he decided to put his trust in Lucina and venture into the somewhat fishy place. The interior seemed okay, however, as Mac realized Walmart always had a-
Oops. Why did he keep thinking that Wall Mart was a copy of Walmart? Silly Mac.
The boxer sighed as he scratched the back of his head.
He stopped scratching his head the moment he saw a plethora of snack bars resting at an area full of candies and snacks. Lucina swore that Mac's eyes glittered for a moment. Just a moment.
"Here it is," she said. "I would've just given you a wrapper of the bar if I wasn't going to get you some clothes."
"…What's wrong with my clothes."
Why are you saying that as if it isn't a question…? The princess of Ylisse wondered as she showed him the candy bar.
They soon left the supermarket with a Mac hungrily devouring the delicious candy bar.
The blue-haired swordswoman watched the boxer in amusement as he consumed the thing in approximately twenty seconds. His teeth were probably made out of iron judging by how he practically shredded through the pecans instantly.
"Are you happy now?" Lucina asked as Mac tossed the candy wrapper into a nearby trashcan.
The champion of the WVBA nodded as he told her,
"Thanks."
"…"
The two walked towards an outlet labeled "TAP JUMP."
"So why are we getting clothes for myself again?" Mac asked curiously as he cautiously approached the building.
"I'm… getting a bit tired of seeing those jumpsuits, honestly. I'd like to help you in some way."
"But I have a white shirt and jeans in my wardrobe."
Lucina turned to Mac with the look of a ticked detective.
"Anything else?"
"You got me."
And thus, it was decided that Mac would finally think twice about picking from his rainbow-colored wardrobe full of jumpsuits.
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A man with a blue-white t-shirt strode out of a dressing room, his muscles clearly showing through the fabric. The shoulders fit perfectly for him, and it had a balance of tightness and looseness for his athletic body.
The jorts he wore almost made him cry. Lucina screamed as the pants that clung tightly onto Mac's body tainted her eyes in a whole different way. The boxer KO Punched the thing off as he went back into the dressing room. Lucina regretted the very idea of making Mac even wear the weird pants.
Mac strode out of the dressing room once more. While he kept the blue-and-white t-shirt, the boxing champion decided he should avoid wearing even the slightest of tight shorts. After all, since his leg muscles were pretty darn-well developed for someone his size, it would prove to be a problem if someone took in every muscular detail from his pants.
So this time, he wore a dark grey t-shirt with a white Fire Emblem logo spread across it and jeans.
Lucina instantly clapped and exclaimed with bright eyes, "Perfect! You should wear those every da-"
"No."
The boxer came out of the dressing room with a Hammer Bros. outfit on.
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Mac and Lucina stared at each other, a depressing silence falling upon them.
"Take them off."
"Yes, ma'am."
After several normal outfits and some aggravatingly bad ones, Mac came out of the dressing room with yet another set of clothes. He wore a white suit, though he did not bring any tie to go with it. The boxer personally thought that he actually looked better without ties.
"Hmm," Lucina thought out loud as she pulled off a standing version of The Thinker. "You need a tie."
Noooooooooooo, the boxer thought unenthusiastically as Lucina quickly sped off to get a random tie.
She soon returned with a white tie. Walking up to Mac, she muttered "Give me a moment" as she hastily put it around the boxing champion. A few seconds later, she backed off with a triumphant grin as she motioned Mac to look at a long mirror.
The white tie contrasted well to the black undershirt he wore. This outfit would be perfect for important matters he needed to attend to.
"How is it?" The princess asked with hope for some sort of compliment.
"…This is actually good," Mac admitted. "But I don't think I brought enough money to buy this at the moment."
"How much do you have?"
Little Mac took out his wallet from his grey hoodie in the dressing room. He walked back out and showed the princess of Ylisse the contents of his money bag:
Some coins and a butterfly that flew out of it.
"…Oh."
As Mac went back to the dressing room, Lucina squirmed in place a bit. By the time he came out of the room in his grey hoodie, the swordswoman mumbled,
"I can help you buy it."
For some reason, Mac was sort of expecting this kind of thing to happen. Still, he accepted her help. The princess, after all, did say that she wanted to help him in some way. Might as well comply than to get in her way.
Soon, the boxer and the swordswoman left the outlet with two bags full of clothes.
The two eventually went to a nearby café to take a break before returning to the mansion. For some reason, a bunch of Octoroks and Goombas were rolling around the place eating sandwiches and smoothies. Mac swore that he saw Marth slapping Roy in the face in the most testosterone-filled way ever, though he decided that he was just seeing things.
The hundred-seventy centimeter tall boxer looked to Lucina's direction, noting that she had a surprisingly decent fashion sense. Mac's fashion sense was more than mediocre, and she seemed to fill in some gaps he needed to fill in his wardrobe. A good thing, now that he thought about it, considering that he would soon have to probably wear proper attire for certain situations that might pop up.
Mac glanced at the pink sweatshirt and black shorts she wore. Yup; she certainly had more stylez than him, if Mac were to go with Disco Kid's language.
"Sir Mac."
"Hm?"
Lucina looked up from the coffee she drank from, her blue eyes peering into his teal ones.
"Does Robin mention of me when you talk with him?"
"…?"
Little Mac raised an eyebrow.
In the most suggestive way possible. Even though the rest of his face remained idle, that one eyebrow alone instantly made the Ylisse princess stiffen.
"I-I am just curious as to what he talks about with you, that's all," the blue-haired swordswoman mumbled as she quickly drank from her coffee again. "That's all there is to it, really."
"…Mmm hmmm."
"?!"
Looking back up, Lucina found Mac wiggling the raised eyebrow, somehow keeping the rest of his face idle for a moment. Soon, a small smile made its way into his face.
The princess of Ylisse spat her coffee at Mac's face. She nearly did a KO Spit on him. As the boxer proceeded to scream dramatically, Lucina stood up, only to slip on some of the coffee that fell under the table.
"WaAUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!-"
CRASH!
Mac began running around the café as he smacked away Octoroks, attempting to find a nearby restroom that could cool his face down. Meanwhile, Lucina remained faceflat against the ground she fell on.
As soon as Mac returned, Lucina bowed on her seat as she exclaimed, "I'M VERY SORRY!"
The boxer waved it off as if nothing had happened a few moments ago.
"It's just surprising though," Mac said as Lucina slowly calmed down. "Is that how you really see Robin?"
"…Y-Yes…"
Soon, the princess of Ylisse sort of scrunched up on her seat, heat invading her cheeks.
"I… have seen him like this ever since I fought with him in the battle against Grima. To me, he is something more than a friend whom I can trust in. He… is a very special person to me.
"So when I see him putting himself in danger, I cannot help but become overprotective for him."
Her head slowly hung as she continued,
"Robin is someone I want to hold close to me. He helped me through the hardest of times, and I cannot comprehend what I would do if he… left me. I want to stay by his side.
"I keep telling myself that with the war gone, he could move on. But sometimes I feel like I am an obstacle to what could be a great life for him. I keep learning new things from him as he learns more about me, but I ask myself, 'What would happen if there are no more things to learn about each other?' I… get quite frightened by the possible results. And…"
"…"
Lucina jumped when Mac leaned over and flicked her forehead.
"Chillax," he said as he sat down with an idle expression once more.
"…Wha…?"
"Robin doesn't care about learning, from what I could tell."
The boxer crossed his arms as he explained in a single sentence,
"He wants to learn things and keep using those things to maintain better relationships."
"…?"
"If you think about it, Robin went a bit fanatical on me for a while. I didn't understand that. But now that he's a bit more familiar with me, he's trying to maintain a better friendship by adjusting himself to my own comfort. And while I try to do that as well, he does it much better than anyone else I've met here.
"And he probably thinks about you too. He doesn't explicitly try to mention you all the time, but he naturally does so once in a while. I've only heard of either interesting or good things about you from him. So if he does that, then he's probably faithful in you as something more than a friend. That's how I see it."
Lucina stared at Little Mac with wide eyes. Not only did the freaking guy speak two paragraph's worth of words, but he also pointed out some things no one told her from their perspective. She put up a thoughtful look.
She became redder than a tomato at the thought of Robin showering her with praise.
"I…"
The blue-haired swordswoman looked up with a small smile as she muttered a quiet "Thank you." Mac nodded, satisfied with his own way of helping her as he spoke,
"Now, I wish the two of you to be best friends forever."
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"…?"
Little Mac blinked as Lucina quietly stood up, her hair fallen over her eyes. And as she slowly took out Falchion out of nowhere, the WVBA champion became confused.
And, while he did not find out why she pulled out Falchion, he realized that she was about to put him in a world of pain. Perhaps she wanted him to say Best Best Friends Forev-
"LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTLE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCC!-"
"Wha- AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
That day, Mac had no need to jog again. He ran fifty miles in twenty minutes as the Falchion chased after him endlessly until he jumped under some random bank attendant's desk. He quickly claimed that he was not a robber.
Author's Notes:
Next chapter: "The Shulktime Exclusive"