Pit sat in the stands, watching the finals of the Smash Tournament.
After his own match a few days ago, he was very happy he didn't get picked to fight again.
The finals were Chrom vs Sephiroth.
He watched as the swordsman matched against the one-winged angel.
Steel clashed.
The crowd roared.
Pit's eyes drifted to the side.
Lucina sat nearby. She looked calm and collected, like nothing bothered her.
But then Pit noticed her leg.
It was shaking.
Just a little.
But it was there.
Almost like she was nervous.
Without thinking, Pit gently placed his hand over her knee.
The shaking stopped.
Lucina turned to him.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice wasn't angry.
Just confused.
Pit immediately blushed.
"Oh—um. You looked nervous, so I thought…"
He trailed off, suddenly aware of what he had done.
Lucina looked at him as she spoke.
"Thank you."
Pit turned his eyes back to the screen.
"That's your dad, right?"
Lucina nodded.
"Yes."
They watched in silence as Chrom and Sephiroth clashed again, blades ringing like thunder across the arena.
Lucina's leg stayed still.
The crowd roared as Chrom lunged forward, Falchion blazing with blue light.
Sephiroth didn't step back.
He glided forward, Masamune meeting Falchion in a sharp, ringing clash. Sparks scattered like fireflies.
Pit leaned forward in his seat without realizing it.
Chrom pushed in, sword blazing brighter.
"Yield!"
Sephiroth's lips curved into that calm, dangerous smile.
"Why would I?"
A burst of dark feathers exploded behind him. The single black wing unfurled, stretching wide. Gasps rolled through the stadium.
Lucina's hands tightened around the railing.
Pit noticed. But this time, he didn't touch. He just stayed close.
On screen, Sephiroth vanished in a flicker of dark light—
—and reappeared behind Chrom.
Masamune swung.
Chrom barely blocked, boots skidding across the arena floor. He dug in, lifted Falchion, and shouted.
Blue light erupted.
"Awakening!"
The air shattered with power. Falchion roared like a dragon's breath, lightning wrapping around Chrom's body.
The announcer's voice shook.
"Both fighters have their Final Smash!"
The stadium lights dimmed. Wind howled. Energy spiraled.
Chrom raised his sword high.
"Everyone! Lend me your strength!"
Spectral silhouettes of allies appeared behind him—Lucina, Robin, Lissa, Frederick—forming a shining army of blue.
At the same time, Sephiroth slowly lifted Masamune.
Black feathers drifted upward. A red moon burned into the sky above the arena.
"One wing… is all I need."
Darkness flooded outward.
Pit's eyes widened.
"Whoa…"
The two Final Smashes collided.
Light and dark slammed together in the center of the arena. A silent flash—then a shockwave that rattled the entire Smash House.
When the light cleared—
Chrom stood on one knee, Falchion planted in the floor.
Sephiroth stood across from him, coat fluttering, wing spread wide.
Both breathing hard.
The crowd held its breath.
Chrom smiled, tired but proud.
"…That was fun."
Sephiroth smirked.
"…Indeed."
A final chime rang out.
Winner: Sephiroth.
Cheers. Applause. Shouting. Some groans. A few dramatic fainting noises from distant fans.
Lucina exhaled, shoulders finally relaxing.
Pit glanced at her.
"You okay?"
Lucina nodded.
"Yes. Father fought well."
Then she looked at Pit.
"…And thank you. Earlier."
Pit scratched his cheek, smiling.
"No problem."
On the screen, Sephiroth turned and walked away from the arena, black feathers dissolving into the air.
Somehow… Pit felt like that wasn't the last time he'd see power like that.
Not by a long shot.
Pit was still staring at the screen when something else caught his eye.
The crowd.
Tiny lights were rising from everyone. Soft glows of different colors—blue, red, gold, violet—floating upward like fireflies.
They gathered above the arena.
Then, all at once, they poured down into the ring, sinking into the floor and vanishing.
Pit blinked hard.
"…What was that?"
Lucina followed his gaze. She didn't look surprised.
"Harmonised Combat Energy," she said simply.
Pit turned to her.
"…Harmo-what now?"
Lucina folded her hands in her lap.
"When fighters clash with true intent, their will resonates with the crowd. The audience responds. Their excitement, fear, admiration… it becomes energy."
Pit looked back at the ring.
"And the arena just… eats it?"
Lucina nodded.
"The Smash Tournament uses it. To sustain the battlegrounds. To repair damage. To… keep the system running."
Pit whistled quietly.
"That's kind of amazing."
Lucina glanced at him.
"It is also why battles here never feel meaningless. Every fight feeds something larger."
Pit leaned back in his seat.
He thought about his own match.
The cheers.
The tension.
The moment his heart had burned bright.
He suddenly wondered…
'Did mine add to that too?'
The idea made his wings twitch.
This place wasn't just a tournament.
It was alive.
Pit looked around the training wing as fighters filled the space with motion and noise. Metal clashed. Energy beams flashed. Platforms shifted underfoot.
It felt alive.
On one side, Donkey Kong swung his fists like cannons while King Dedede laughed wildly, hammer crashing down with earth-shaking force.
On a floating platform above, Mario and Luigi sparred. Fireballs and green energy shots flew back and forth.
Dr. Mario stood at the edge with his arms crossed.
"Luigi, stop holding back. Mario, stop trying to show off," he said flatly.
"Yes, Doctor," they both answered at once.
Pit blinked.
"…Their family dinners must be terrifying."
Lucina let out a small huff of amusement.
Across the room, Red trained with his Pokémon. Pikachu darted between cones. Greninja vanished and reappeared with watery slashes. Charizard stood tall, wings spread.
Red raised his hand.
"Charizard. Counter Shield."
Charizard roared. A fiery barrier formed, then folded inward like armor plating.
Pit leaned forward, impressed.
"…Okay that's really cool."
Lucina nodded. "Red takes training seriously. His bond with them is strong."
Pit glanced at her.
"…You train seriously too, don't you?"
Lucina stepped onto an empty platform and drew Falchion. The blade gleamed softly.
"Yes," she said. "If I stop improving… I fall behind. And falling behind gets people killed."
Pit grew quiet.
He stepped onto the platform opposite her and summoned his bow. Light shaped into the familiar weapon in his hands.
"…Then I'll train too."
Lucina lifted an eyebrow. "You don't have to."
Pit smiled.
"I want to."
For a moment, Lucina simply looked at him.
Then she raised her sword.
"Alright. Let's begin."
Their weapons met with a bright flash.
And across the training wing, several fighters paused just long enough to watch.
Because something about the angel boy and the future warrior felt… important.
Lucina stepped back, gripping Falchion tightly.
Her arms already felt numb.
'How?' she thought.
She lunged forward, swinging her sword in a clean, sharp arc.
Pit raised his bow, light shifting as it formed into a blade. Steel met divine light with a bright clang. Lucina pushed—just enough to force him back an inch.
Pit slid his feet, steadying himself. Then he moved.
He leapt upward, wings spreading as he rose into the air.
Lucina's eyes widened slightly.
Pit pulled his bowstring.
Light gathered.
Then he fired.
Arrows of pure energy rained down toward her.
Lucina didn't panic.
She exhaled, centered her stance, and raised Falchion.
The first arrow struck — she deflected it.
The second — she sidestepped.
The third — she spun, cloak flaring, blade cutting the projectile in half mid-air.
Pit blinked from above.
"Whoa… okay, you're good."
Lucina looked up, calm and focused. "You fight like an angel."
Pit smiled. "I am one."
He pulled the string again — faster this time. Three arrows. Then five. Then ten. A rapid storm of shining shots.
Lucina stepped forward instead of retreating.
She moved through the barrage, feet light, sword precise, every motion efficient. Sparks of light burst each time Falchion met an arrow.
People nearby slowed their training to watch.
Mario paused mid-spar. Luigi forgot to dodge and got bonked.
DK stopped punching DDD just to stare. DDD took advantage and hit him anyway.
Red glanced over, nodding slightly, impressed.
Lucina closed the distance.
In one swift dash, she leapt — sword raised — and struck.
Pit twisted midair, barely catching the blade with his bow-sword. The impact sent a shockwave that rippled the training platform.
They hung there for a moment. Blade against blade. Light against steel.
Lucina's expression was steady.
Pit's wings trembled slightly under the strain.
Then both pushed off, landing apart.
Pit touched down, breathing a little harder.
Lucina rolled her shoulder, loosening the tension.
"...You're strong," she said.
Pit grinned. "So are you."
There was no boasting. No rivalry.
Just mutual respect.
They moved.
Not slowly. Not loudly.
Just gone.
Pit and Lucina rushed forward at the same time.
Their swords met—
Clang.
Then again.
Clang-clang-clang.
Their figures blurred, wings and cloak slicing the air. To normal people, it would've looked like flickering light. But everyone in the training wing could see it. Their eyes were used to speed like this. Used to battles that bent physics.
Mario leaned forward. "Ohhh, they're serious."
Luigi whispered, "I can barely keep up…"
DK grinned. "Heh. Finally something fun."
Red adjusted his cap. His Pokémon watched silently.
Pit and Lucina moved like mirror images.
Fast. Sharp. Clean.
No wasted motion.
No sloppy swings.
Pit darted upward — Lucina followed.
Lucina feinted left — Pit blocked right anyway.
Their blades kissed again and again, sparks bursting with each impact.
Then—
Pit flipped backward midair, loosed a single arrow.
Lucina spun and cut it in half without slowing.
They landed, facing each other, breathing steady.
Pit laughed, a little breathless. "This is awesome."
Lucina allowed herself a tiny smile.
"...Agreed."
Around them, the training wing stayed quiet for a moment.
Not because they were scared.
Because they were impressed.
Lucina's eyes sharpened.
She stepped forward, sword drawing back.
"Crit Burst."
Her blade ignited with brilliant blue light, energy wrapping around steel like a roaring flame. The air trembled. The floor beneath her cracked slightly as she launched forward — a single decisive strike meant to end battles.
Pit's instincts kicked in.
He pulled an arrow from thin air, golden lightning crawling along its shaft.
"Thunder Strike."
He fired.
The arrow met Lucina's charge head-on.
Light exploded.
A shockwave rolled through the training wing, fluttering coats, fur, feathers, and loose hair. DK had to plant his hands on the floor to keep balance. Red's Pikachu braced itself. Even Sephiroth glanced up from his book.
The energy clash held for a breath.
Then—
Boom.
Both attacks shattered into sparks that rained down like glowing dust.
Pit slid back a few feet, boots scraping the floor.
Lucina stepped back once, cloak fluttering behind her.
Silence.
Then Pit grinned, wide and honest.
"Okay. That was really cool."
Lucina exhaled, steady and composed…
but her eyes were bright with excitement.
"...Indeed."
Somewhere nearby, Mario whispered to Luigi:
"Yeah… we're not interrupting that."
Lucina lowered her sword and walked toward him.
"You're a good fighter."
Pit gave a toothy grin.
"Thanks. I've been training for a long time."
She smiled, small but genuine.
"Also… thank you."
Pit looked at her. He already knew what she meant.
"Yeah, no problem," he said softly. "I'll treat you like a warrior on the battlefield… and a woman outside of it."
Lucina blinked.
Just once.
Then she turned her head slightly so he wouldn't see the faint warmth touching her cheeks.
"…That is acceptable," she said.
But her grip on Falchion loosened — just enough to show she was more at ease than before.
Around them, the training wing kept moving.
Fighters clashed. Energy flared. Platforms shook.
But for a moment, their world was quiet.
Mario walked up to Pit, wiping sweat from his forehead after sparring. He looked at him with a calm but serious expression.
"Can you explain what you meant when you said those words to her?" Mario asked. "Because words like that can be very misleading."
Pit blinked, suddenly aware of the weight behind the question.
He scratched the back of his head.
"Oh. Uh. I just meant… I respect her."
Mario folded his arms, listening.
"She's a warrior," Pit continued. "On the battlefield, I treat her like any other fighter. Strong. Capable. My equal."
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
"But outside of battle… she's still a person. With feelings. With burdens. With her own life. So I treat her gently there. That's all."
Mario studied his face. No tricks. No bravado.
Just honesty.
After a moment, Mario nodded.
"…Good," he said simply. "As long as that is what you truly mean."
Pit smiled.
"Yeah. It is."
Mario's mustache twitched upward just a little.
"Then carry on," he said, turning back toward Luigi. "And try not to cause accidental romantic chaos. This house already has enough."
Pit froze.
"…I make no promises."
Mario chuckled as he walked away.
Lucina looked back at Pit, trying very hard to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Still… those words were kind of you to say," she admitted.
Pit smiled, a little bashful himself.
"Thanks."
Lucina opened her mouth, then suddenly straightened.
"I have to go."
And with that, she turned and walked away much too quickly for someone who claimed perfect battlefield composure.
Pit stood there, blinking.
"…Did I say something wrong?" he muttered.
Meanwhile, in the living room.
Robin sat on the couch with a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. Calm. Elegant. Unbothered.
Lucina marched straight up to her like a soldier reporting to command.
"Mother," Lucina said, serious as a knight before a king, "I may have a crush on someone."
Robin froze.
Then immediately choked on her tea.
Lucina patted her back instinctively. "Are you alright?!"
Robin cleared her throat, eyes wide behind her tactician's calm.
"I… thought you liked girls," Robin said slowly.
Lucina blinked.
"I do," she answered. "I also like men. Is that strange?"
Robin stared at her for a long moment… then calmly took another sip of tea like nothing happened.
"…I see," Robin said. "Thank you for the update."
Lucina nodded.
"I believe transparency is important."
Robin put her teacup down with careful precision.
"…Who is he?"
Lucina's face immediately turned red.
"I must go," she declared.
And she walked away with perfect knight posture, even as her ears glowed bright crimson.
Robin watched her leave.
Then quietly opened her book again.
"…Interesting," she murmured.
From the kitchen, Chrom's voice echoed:
"Why did you just say 'interesting' like that?"
Robin did not answer.
To be continued
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