![]() ![]() ![]() “You will be happy to know,” said Master Hand gruffly, “That both Red and Green have qualified for the tournament.” The small talk was cut off by the conjoined laughter of The Hands, the benefactors of the Smash Tournament appearing at the top of the grand staircase. “One would assume he would be done by now, but I know nothing about computers,” Hunter shook her head, “He’s been uplinking with the other variants of himself since he got here, you know that?” Ryu grinned, “Has Megaman not been a good conversational companion Hunter?” “Ah,” chided the heavily armored woman, “I’m glad you finally decided to join us.” Ryu was among the last of the Smashers to file in, pushing through the crowd to join Monster Hunter and Megaman upfront. “YES!” he declared, turning on his heel and walking away. Oh, by the way, Master Hand wanted me to tell you we have a meeting in the main foyer in half an hour.” The birth of his son as well as the nonsense with SIN will likely mean he’ll step away for a while.” Ryu snapped to his feet, “Perhaps in the future. “If he fights like you, he may be a good candidate for a tournament down the line.” We became friends and rivals in the process.” He was born into wealth but ended up training in the same dojo as me to avoid some legal trouble. “Employed to do your laundry? You gotta be up there with the royals in terms of net worth then,” Captain Falcon said with a chuckle. I’m uncomfortable having my chores done for me, whether it be someone employed to do it, or an automated system like here.” “Send them off to be cleaned?” Ryu finished, “I’m aware. The racer, Captain Falcon, looked down at him, his lips twisted in an uncomfortable grimace. The sound of a rubber boot hitting the linoleum floor snapped him out of his meditation. The machine was, as Ken would say, a rustbucket, but its components seemed to be in working order. So at peace was Ryu that he could zero in on the machine that contained his clothes and nothing else. Laundromats existed almost everywhere in the world, so this was one of the many odd places Ryu felt at home.ĭressed only in a fundoshi and his signature red bandana, Ryu took a meditative posture, letting the electric grumbling of the machines guide him into a zen state as he sat in the room’s epicenter. Ryu had to suppress the giddiest grin of his life. Only Mario remembered the old location, one of the seldom-visited sub-levels. Most of the Smashers had balked when he had mentioned it, wondering why Ryu did not simply deposit his dirty clothes into a laundry shoot, where they would arrive in his closet instantaneously clean. Every day he had gone to the laundry room and every day it had been completely devoid of other people. Ryu had been here a week, judging by the cycle of sunrises and sunsets. ← Previous Work Part 9 of Smash Bros Odyssey Next Work → Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 2,040 Chapters: 1/? Kudos: 2 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 48 Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings. ![]()
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