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The Super Smash Bros. tournament has always been an adrenaline-fueled spectacle, but this time, someone—whose judgment clearly needs to be questioned—decided to take it to the next level. Not only did they bring back all the previous fighters, but they also added 24 new faces to the mix. Now, nearly 90 fighters from different worlds, skills, and personalities will be trapped under the same roof for an entire year. Legendary rivalries, unexpected alliances, absolute chaos... Can they coexist without the mansion going up in flames? Spoiler: probably not.

Fighter 01: Mario

An empty chair waited in the middle of a nearly empty room, save for the giant poster of Mario in the background with his name and the number 01 next to it. Soon, Mario himself seemed to be getting closer, his voice growing louder.

"So, I just sit here and talk straight to the camera?" The plumber asked, his voice already louder thanks to the small microphone in his overalls. "Okay, if it's that simple."

"Mario!" The announcer's voice suddenly sounded, alerting Mario who jumped in his chair as soon as he sat down. "Welcome back."

"Oh, it's you..." Mario sighed in relief. "Hey, I know you're the announcer for everything, but wouldn't it be too much trouble to warn us before you suddenly speak? We already had an incident last tournament with Charizard..."

"I'll take that into account," The announcer quickly replied before changing the subject. "Time to answer! How does it feel to be back in Smash?"

Mario was sure that his comment was overlooked and that it really won't be taken into account, but he decided to let it go.

"Well, it's exciting, that's for sure," He replied somewhat nervously. "Although I must admit that this feels a little sudden. I mean, the last tournament was just 2 years ago. There's usually about 6 or 7 years between one tournament and another. This one feels like something forced out of hand, but I'm happy to be back anyway. I just hope that living in the mansion isn't as chaotic this time. But you can't expect anything less considering that we're... what? About 50 fighters?"

"There's 89 this time around," The announcer replied directly.

Mario's pupils shrank upon hearing that, and his mustache deflated, while the plumber blinked a few times before...

"89?! THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU—?!"

Fighter 02: Donkey Kong

"Of course I'm happy to be back!" The ape said cheerfully as he peeled a banana and began eating it. "It's always a pleasure to smash Mario and Bowser's faces in. And of course, the chaos that happens in this place every tournament is always welcome. I can't wait to see the new faces!"

"Maybe it's time to mention this, Donkey Kong: King K. Rool will be part of the tournament this year," The announcer said as if it was no big deal.

However, DK's eyes widened, then he blinked a couple of times as if processing what he had just been told. Then, he crushed the banana in its peel, sending it straight into his mouth. He swallowed it, tossed the peel behind him, and grinned defiantly while cracking his knuckles.

"Ohoho! I think this might be my favorite tournament yet!"

Fighter 03: Link

Link wasn't at ease despite sitting down. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of the Master Sword sheathed on his back, his eyes scanning the area as if he expected an ambush at any moment.

This Link was not the same as in previous tournaments. The one from the original tournament and Melee came from a timeline where he was a child in an adult's body. The one from the Brawl and Smash 4 tournaments came from a world besieged by the Twilight Realm. And this Link? He was over a hundred years old, woke up in a Hyrule with no memories, and had no idea what to do or where to go. Even though he had recovered some of his memories and his world was safe, he still didn’t understand what "Super Smash Bros." was or why he had ended up here.

"Link!" The announcer spoke. "Welcome. Relax a bit, no one will hurt you here. At least, no one who isn’t a villain."

"I still don't understand why I'm here," Link replied.

This made the announcer seem at a loss for words. The other Links barely said one or two words, but this one had just spoken a full sentence without hesitation. When he finally pulled himself together, he cleared his throat and responded.

"My apologies. I’m not used to hearing a Link... say much," The announcer managed to say before continuing, now calmer. "You're in Super Smash Bros., a tournament to determine the greatest fighter across all worlds—at least until the next one comes to claim the title. You, Link, are one of six fighters from your universe participating, though only two of you come from the same timeline."

"And what does that mean?" Link asked, still on guard.

"It means you'll have to prove you're the best in your world. It's that simple."

"And why do we have this... tournament, exactly?"

"No reason is needed to have fun. Besides, no one dies in these tournaments—you just lose."

"...I suppose I can't argue with that."

Once Link finished speaking, he stood up and walked away, though his posture and the way he looked around made it clear that he wasn’t lowering his guard.

"This new Link is... interesting," —the announcer remarked.

Fighter 04/29: Samus/Zero Suit Samus

"Honestly, I thought the next tournament would come sooner," The bounty hunter admitted, her armor powered down and set aside while she sat in the chair with her legs crossed. "People seem to be getting more and more excited for them. I figured we'd only get a year off before the next one."

"That was the plan, but there was one fighter... difficult to reach," The announcer replied. "At least they've accepted, so the delay was worth it. I just hope you're ready to face some... controversial opponents."

"Pff, as if they’re a big deal," Samus waved her hand dismissively. "Who do we have this time? A Piranha Plant?"

"Actually, yes, but she won’t be a problem for you," The announcer said. "I’m sure Ridley and Dark Samus will be."

Samus's calm and collected demeanor vanished instantly. She got up, kicked the chair aside, put on her suit, aimed at the camera, and fired.

Fighter 04Ԑ: Dark Samus

Samus's Echo Fighter, Dark Samus, floated instead of sitting in the chair, radiating Phazon as she hovered in place, looking around as if calculating the situation.

"Dark Samus!" The announcer called out. "Welcome. Sorry about the mess. Samus... reacted to your addition to the roster exactly as I expected."

The Phazon entity said nothing and showed no reaction. She simply floated, and though her helmet’s visor functioned as her eyes—since it was her actual body and not a suit—it gave no hint of what was going through her mind.

"Just to be sure, is there any problem with having your... acquaintance around?" The announcer asked, wanting to get the topic out of the way.

"...No. No problem," Dark Samus replied, her voice different to Samus's and more... robotic and distorted.

"You better not make it one," The announcer warned. "Make yourself at home, but don’t break anything. Maintaining a mansion this big with so many guests is already a big enough headache."

The Phazon creature simply nodded and then left without another word.

Fighter 05: Yoshi

"Yoshi!" The green dinosaur, too adorable for his own good, exclaimed excitedly as he took a seat.

"Welcome back, Yoshi," The announcer said. "I assume you're excited to return, right?"

The dinosaur let out a cheerful sound while nodding enthusiastically. Despite only being able to say his own name, Yoshi was incredibly expressive and energetic. Not to mention, he was unbelievably cute.

"I hope you can adjust to the new fighters and the security changes we've made. Oh, and one more thing: tell Kirby not to eat the whole table... again."

Fighter 06: Kirby

"Hiii!" Kirby greeted, waving his left hand at the announcer's speaker.

"Hello, Kirby," The announcer greeted back with a chuckle. "Welcome back. I see you're already making yourself at home, huh? I hope you can help out the new fighters, especially Isabelle. She looks like she might faint any second now."

"Poyo!" The pink puffball responded, nodding energetically.

Fighter 07: Fox

"I think it's a bit too soon to come back," The leader of StarFox said, irritated, as he adjusted himself in the chair. "It’s only been two years since the last tournament. I thought there wouldn’t be another one until at least 2021."

"The demand for a new tournament never stops," The announcer responded. "In any case, I suppose your irritation has to do with Wolf's return, doesn’t it?"

"That's correct," Fox sighed in resignation. "I don't know who organized this tournament or why they thought bringing everyone back was a good idea, but I’ll make sure to express my dissatisfaction as much as I can."

"I regret nothing," The announcer said with an echoing laugh, making Fox roll his eyes.

Fighter 08: Pikachu

The yellow Pokémon climbed onto the chair, smiling sweetly as he looked at the speaker.

"Pika!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"Welcome back, Pikachu," The announcer said. "I noticed you were really happy to see Pichu again, right?"

"Pika, pi! Pikachu!" The Pokémon responded cheerfully, bouncing in place. "Pika!"

The announcer chuckled before replying.

"It’s good to know you're happy to see him back. Make him feel at home—it's his first time here in years."

"Pikachu!" The Pokémon replied happily before jumping off the chair and running off.

Fighter 09: Luigi

Luigi slowly entered the room, looking around with evident nervousness. His hands trembled slightly as he sat down in the chair, and his mustache twitched with every uneasy breath he took.

"Luigi!" the announcer greeted enthusiastically. "Welcome back!"

"Eh... y-yeah... thanks..." Luigi murmured, clasping his hands on his lap while his gaze darted anxiously around the room. "Uhm... can I ask why there are so many villains invited this time? I already had enough dealing with Bowser, Ganondorf, Wario, Dedede, and Bowser Jr..."

"We have to add variety to the tournament," the announcer replied. "Have any of them given you trouble?"

"Not yet, but I've already figured out everything they can do..." Luigi replied nervously before starting to count on his fingers. "Ridley is a dragon, so he could eat me in one bite; Dark Samus keeps staring at me like she wants to annihilate me just with her gaze; King K. Rool looks like he wants to take a bite out of me, and Sephiroth exists. That alone doesn't make me feel safe!"

The announcer sighed, already accustomed to Luigi's attitude.

"They know the rules, Luigi. They won’t do anything to you," he pointed out, trying to stay calm and reassuring.

"I give them two days before they break a rule," the green plumber replied with a bored expression.

Fighter 10: Ness

"It’s strange, you know?" Ness said with a nervous chuckle. "I’ve been here since the first tournament, and yet I still feel just as nervous as I did back then. I guess I still haven’t fully gotten used to how Smash Bros. works."

"That’s completely normal, Ness," the announcer responded in a reassuring tone. "This tournament isn’t like your adventures in Eagleland. Here, things can get chaotic at any moment."

Ness nodded, balancing his baseball bat over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I get that. I mean, you don’t see a space dragon, a demon with a ridiculously long sword, and a Piranha Plant in the same building every day," he said with a nervous smile. "But it’s fine. I’m used to facing weird things."

"And making them fly with your PK Thunder," the announcer joked, making Ness chuckle a little.

"I guess I should work on that..." he commented, scratching the back of his neck.

Fighter 11: Captain Falcon

"It’s great to be back," the racer commented, arms crossed with a small smile. "To be honest, I feel more at home here than in my own world. I genuinely feel more alive here than I ever have racing in the Blue Falcon."

"Welcome, Captain," the announcer said. "I’ll make sure this tournament lives up to your enthusiasm."

"With how big it promises to be, I’m sure it will," Captain Falcon said confidently.

Fighter 12: Jigglypuff

"Jigglypuff!" the announcer greeted enthusiastically. "Welcome back! It’s a pleasure to have you in the tournament again."

"Jiggly!" the small pink puffball exclaimed, puffing up proudly.

"Your Sing move is still one of the most feared techniques in the tournament, you know? There’s nothing more devastating than falling asleep in the middle of a fight only to wake up with a kick to the face," the announcer joked.

Jigglypuff smirked mischievously and nodded. She knew full well the power of her Sing move and would use it to its fullest.

"But tell me, how do you feel about returning with so many new fighters on the roster?" the announcer asked.

Jigglypuff closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them with determination.

"Puff! Jigglypuff!" she declared, raising a fist in the air.

"‘No matter how many there are, I’ll put them all to sleep!’" the announcer translated with a laugh. "That’s the spirit we love to see!"

Jigglypuff grinned again, gave a final hop off the chair, and left the room, ready to prove why she was a tournament veteran.

Fighter 13: Peach

The princess of the Mushroom Kingdom entered the room with impeccable grace, delicately holding her dress as she took her seat. Her smile was serene, though her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and mischief.

"Princess Peach!" the announcer greeted her. "It’s great to have you back!"

"Oh, thank you so much," Peach replied sweetly. "It’s always a pleasure to participate in Smash Bros. It’s so exciting!"

"I have to ask… are you still sticking to your usual strategy? You know, looking adorable and delicate until you smack someone in the face with a frying pan?"

Peach giggled elegantly, covering her mouth with one hand.

"Well, one has to maintain their reputation, don’t they?" she replied with a playful smile. "I can’t let people underestimate me."

"Nobody will after the past tournaments, that’s for sure," the announcer remarked.

Fighter 13Ԑ: Daisy

"Daisy, welcome," the announcer said. "I’m sorry it took us five tournaments to finally invite you, but better late than never, right?"

"Are you kidding?! It’s awesome to finally be here!" Daisy exclaimed with great enthusiasm. "Oh, I have like a million questions about this place, and I don’t even know where to start!"

"Maybe you should pace yourself. And while I love the excitement, try to keep it under control," the announcer said, before adding with a smirk, "Save the punches for Bowser on the battlefield."

"Oh, that I can do! You bet!" Daisy said with a confident grin, cracking her knuckles.

Fighter 14: Bowser

"Bowser!" the announcer greeted. "Welcome once again."

"Heh, like I’d turn down the chance to crush Mario in front of a worldwide audience," Bowser replied with a deep laugh. "It’s practically tradition at this point."

"Well, this time, it’s not just Mario in your sights. There are plenty more worthy opponents for you."

"I know, and that’s the best part," Bowser said, smashing his fists together with enthusiasm. "The stronger they are, the more fun it’ll be to flatten them."

"You’re radiating enthusiasm, that’s good. I take it you’ve already had your run-ins with King K. Rool and Ridley as the new villains in the roster?"

Bowser let out a rough laugh and nodded.

"Of course! Those two think they can intimidate me, but I’m the King of the Koopas. K. Rool is just a lizard with a soft belly, and Ridley... well, I’ll give him credit for his looks, but I doubt he’s ever faced someone like me before."

The announcer chuckled, though with slight nervousness.

"Well, there’s no doubt that the villain lounge will be more chaotic than ever. With Ganondorf, Sephiroth, K. Rool, Ridley, and you, there are bound to be disputes over who the true ‘final boss’ of Smash Bros. is."

"Tsk, I don’t need to argue about that," Bowser scoffed, resting an arm on the back of his chair. "Everyone knows I’m the ultimate final boss. No matter how many of those guys show up, at the end of the day, Bowser is still the biggest villain of all."

Fighter 15: Ice Climbers

The two small mountaineers entered the room, jumping with excitement, their mallets on their backs and radiant smiles on their faces. Nana and Popo looked at each other before greeting energetically.

"Popo and Nana!" exclaimed the announcer. "Welcome back!"

"Yeah! We're ready to climb to the top again!" Popo replied enthusiastically, adjusting his hood.

"And this time, we won’t let them freeze us out of the tournament!" Nana added, crossing her arms with determination.

The announcer smiled warmly.

"Yes, I regret your absence in the last tournament. The community really missed you."

"We missed being here too!" Nana said. "But we've come back with more energy than ever!"

"Exactly!" Popo nodded. "And this time, we’re going to prove that teamwork is unstoppable!"

"You definitely have one of the most unique dynamics in the tournament," the announcer commented. "Do you have any strategies in mind for this time?"

Nana and Popo exchanged a knowing look before responding in unison:

"Smash them with our mallets until victory!"

The announcer laughed.

Fighter 16: Sheik

A swift and silent figure appeared in the room without making a sound. Dressed in the signature blue armor and with bandages covering their face, Sheik gave a slight nod in greeting before sitting with an elegant posture, ready for action.

"Sheik," the announcer said respectfully. "It’s always an honor to have you here."

Sheik gave a small nod, maintaining a serious gaze.

"I’ve been observing the new fighters," Sheik said in a calm voice. "It will be interesting to measure their skills in combat."

"Always keeping it professional," the announcer remarked. "Is there any particular rival that catches your attention?"

"Anyone willing to face me with determination," Sheik responded. "But I’m especially intrigued to see how skilled Sephiroth is."

The announcer nodded with a smile.

"That will definitely be a fascinating match. Well, Sheik, may speed and strategy be on your side."

Sheik inclined their head slightly before vanishing just as swiftly as they had arrived.

Fighter 17: Zelda

The princess of Hyrule entered the room gracefully, delicately holding the folds of her dress. Her expression was serene, but there was a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

"Princess Zelda!" the announcer greeted. "Welcome back to the tournament!"

"Thank you very much," Zelda replied with a slight bow. "It is an honor to be here once again."

"Your combat style has always been a combination of power and elegance. Have you been training for this occasion?"

Zelda smiled confidently.

"Of course. Magic requires study and discipline, and I have made sure to refine my techniques. I don’t just want to be a strong fighter—I want to be a worthy representative of Hyrule."

"Well, there’s no doubt that many are looking forward to seeing you in action."

Fighter 18: Dr. Mario

"Dr. Mario!" the announcer greeted. "Welcome back to the tournament!"

"Thanks! It’s always good to take a break from medicine to… well, throw a few pills around," the doctor replied with a slight smile.

"You have an interesting approach to battle. Instead of fists and kicks, you prefer to use your medical knowledge… though, to be honest, those pills seem more dangerous than healing."

The doctor crossed his arms and nodded.

"The important thing is the outcome. If my pills can weaken my opponents before they reach me, then I’m doing something right. Besides, science is powerful!"

The announcer let out a laugh.

"No doubt about that. Though you have to admit, most fighters are still wondering what exactly your pills are made of…"

"Medical confidentiality," Dr. Mario responded with a sly smile, adjusting his gloves.

Fighter 19: Pichu

A small, energetic yellow ball bounced into the room, its ears flapping from side to side as it let out tiny sparks.

"Pichu, welcome back!" the announcer greeted with a smile. "Ready for action?"

"Pichuuu!" the Pokémon squealed excitedly, jumping into the air.

"We know you're one of the fastest and most agile fighters, but also one of the… well, most fragile. How do you plan to avoid hurting yourself this time?"

Pichu tilted its head, blinking for a moment, before puffing up its cheeks with determination.

"Pichu pi!"

The announcer nodded with a chuckle.

"‘I’m going to be stronger and faster than ever.’ That’s the attitude we like to see!"

Fighter 20: Falco

"Falco Lombardi," the announcer said. "Always with that unshakable confidence."

"When you’re as good as I am, why wouldn’t you be confident?" Falco replied with a smirk.

"There’s no doubt you’re one of the best sharpshooters here, but… do you think that’ll be enough to take on the new fighters?"

Falco clicked his tongue and shrugged.

"I’m not worried. As long as I keep my speed and reflexes sharp, no one will touch me."

The announcer smiled.

"I imagine Fox is looking forward to facing you again."

"I lost count of how many times I’ve beaten him," Falco said nonchalantly. "But if he wants to try again, I’ll be ready."

Fighter 21: Marth

The prince of Altea entered with elegance, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His stance was dignified and calm, his gaze filled with determination.

"Marth!" the announcer greeted. "It’s always an honor to welcome a warrior of your caliber."

Marth nodded with a slight smile.

"The honor is mine. Smash Bros. has always been a test of skill, and I’m eager to prove my prowess once again."

"Your sword technique has been admired by many. Have you been training for this occasion?"

Marth nodded confidently.

"Every battle is an opportunity for growth. No matter how many times I’ve fought before, I always strive to improve."

"That’s the mindset of a true swordsman," the announcer said respectfully.

Fighter 21Ɛ: Lucina

A figure very similar to Marth entered shortly after, her cape flowing behind her. Her posture was firm and determined, her sword resting elegantly at her side.

"Lucina," the announcer greeted. "It’s a pleasure to see you back in the tournament."

"The pleasure is mine," Lucina replied with a slight smile. "Smash Bros. is a great test of skill, and I’m ready to take it on."

"Some say your style is similar to Marth’s, but we know you have your own techniques. Do you have anything new prepared for this tournament?"

Lucina nodded.

"I always strive to perfect my technique. While my style resembles that of my ancestor, I’ve worked on improving my speed and precision."

"Then it’ll be interesting to see how you fare against both new and veteran opponents."

Fighter 22: Young Link

A boy dressed in green entered the room, adjusting his hat and holding his sword proudly.

"Young Link!" the announcer greeted. "It’s great to see you back. I haven’t seen you since Melee."

The young hero nodded with a determined look.

"Hyah!"

"You’re definitely as energetic as ever. How do you feel about this tournament? You’ll be seeing both familiar and entirely new faces."

Young Link drew his sword for a moment, studying it seriously before sheathing it again.

"I’m ready for battle."

The announcer smiled.

"You’ve grown a lot since the last time you were here. Do you think you’ll be able to face the new challenges?"

Young Link nodded firmly.

"There’s always something new to learn. But no matter how big the enemy, there’s always a way to defeat them."

Fighter 23: Ganondorf

The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as a towering figure crossed the threshold. His footsteps echoed powerfully against the floor, and his mere presence was enough to silence any conversation. Clad in dark armor adorned with Gerudo engravings and a red cape billowing behind him, the King of Evil stopped at the center of the room, looking at the speaker from which the announcer’s voice came—given that they were not physically present, and no one knew what they looked like—with an expression of absolute disdain.

"Ganondorf," the announcer said in a tone mixing respect and caution. "The Emperor of Evil returns once again to the tournament."

Ganondorf crossed his arms and smirked arrogantly.

"Of course. No tournament is truly worthy without my presence," he declared in a deep voice. "And this time, there will be no mercy."

"You’ve always been one of the most feared fighters in Smash. But with the arrival of new challengers, do you think you can maintain your dominance?"

The sorcerer let out a brief chuckle, as if the question was utterly absurd.

"Maintain it?" he repeated mockingly. "I have nothing to maintain. My power is absolute. No matter how many heroes stand in my way… their fate will be the same."

"I imagine you’re particularly interested in facing Link and Zelda once more, especially considering the... state of the new Link."

Ganondorf tilted his head slightly, his smirk growing darker.

"It’s always a pleasure to crush their hope. But this time, my interest extends beyond them. There are new faces that might entertain me… if only for a brief moment."

Fighter 24: Mewtwo

An ethereal presence manifested in the room, bringing with it a surge of psychic energy that made the air vibrate. Without the need for heavy footsteps or ostentatious movements, the figure floated to the center of the room with an almost supernatural grace. Its cold, calculating eyes scanned the surroundings, as if evaluating every corner of the place with a perception beyond human understanding.

The announcer took a second before speaking, as if even they felt the weight of that piercing gaze.

"Mewtwo…" they said, their tone filled with evident respect. "The most powerful creature ever created has returned to the tournament."

The Psychic Pokémon closed its eyes for a moment before responding with its telepathic voice, resonating within the announcer’s mind.

"I did not return for mere entertainment. I am here because I seek a true test… a battle worthy of my time."

"You have always been an exceptional fighter, but this time, you will face entirely new opponents. Do you think they will find in you an insurmountable rival?"

Mewtwo narrowed its eyes, its tail swaying through the air with a slow yet firm motion.

"Power alone does not determine victory… The mind is the ultimate weapon. Those who rely solely on their strength will fall before a superior will."

"An interesting perspective," the announcer commented.

Fighter 25: Roy

The sound of sharpened steel echoed through the room as a young yet imposing figure entered with a determined stride. His blue and gold armor gleamed under the light with a fierce radiance, and his purple cape billowed behind him with each step. With his sword fastened at his waist and a focused gaze, Roy stopped at the center of the room, attentively observing his surroundings.

The announcer reacted immediately.

"Roy is back in the fight!" they announced with enthusiasm. "The Young Lion of Pherae has proven to be a formidable rival in every tournament. Tell me, Roy, how does it feel to return to the arena?"

Roy crossed his arms and smiled confidently.

"It’s an honor to be back. Every tournament is an opportunity to prove myself and keep improving. No matter who stands in my way, I’ll give my all in every battle."

"You’ve shown yourself to be an exceptional swordsman, but this time, you’ll face even stronger rivals. Is there any opponent in particular that you’re especially eager to fight?"

Roy tilted his head slightly, pondering the question.

"It’s always exciting to face other swordsmen. I have great respect for Marth and Ike as opponents, but I’m also curious about the new challengers. Sephiroth… Byleth… and, of course, the new Link. I want to see how far his skill goes."

"A fighting spirit worthy of a warrior," the announcer affirmed.

Fighter 25Ԑ: Chrom

"And here he is! Chrom, the Prince of Ylisse and captain of the Shepherds, joins the tournament. Sorry for not inviting you last time, but all the spots were already taken."

Chrom nodded with a slight smile.

"No problem. I’m just glad to finally be here. The competition looks fierce, but I’m ready to face whatever comes my way."

"You’ve proven yourself to be a formidable warrior to earn your place in Smash, though some are comparing you to other swordsmen. Do you feel like you have something to prove?"

Chrom let out a brief chuckle.

"I don’t fight to prove anything. I fight because I love combat, and because every battle is an opportunity to grow. If anyone thinks I’m just a shadow of another swordsman, I invite them to face me and find out for themselves."

"An admirable attitude. Tell me, is there any fighter you’re particularly eager to challenge?"

Chrom crossed his arms, thoughtful.

"I’ve always wanted to battle Marth and Roy, but I’m also curious to face the new girl, Byleth. I’ve heard she wields a unique combat style with multiple weapons. It’ll be interesting to test my sword against hers."

"That would certainly be a match worth watching."

Fighter 26: Mr. Game & Watch

"And here he is! The enigmatic, the unshakable, the unmistakable… Mr. Game & Watch!"

The fighter gave an exaggerated nod, accompanied by a mechanical beep-beep.

"It’s always interesting to see you in the tournament," the announcer continued. "While many fighters have evolved over the years, you remain… well, unique. How does it feel to be back?"

Mr. Game & Watch pulled out a small bell and rang it twice.

"Wise words," the announcer replied with a humorous tone. "They say minimalism is the key to efficiency."

The character performed a few quick gestures, shifting between various forms—a cook tossing food, a firefighter with a net, and, for a brief moment, the dreaded Judge's "9" appearing in his hand.

"Ah, yes! Your iconic Judge ability remains an unpredictable weapon," the announcer noted. "Tell me, is there any fighter who has caught your attention?"

Mr. Game & Watch spun in place as if processing the question, then raised a sign with a drawn number "9" on it.

"Wow, no names given, but you’re making it clear that any opponent should be prepared for the unexpected," the announcer said, laughing.

Fighter 27: Meta Knight

"And here we have... Meta Knight," the announcer declared firmly. "The enigmatic swordsman from Dream Land returns to the tournament. Tell me, what motivates you to compete this time?"

Meta Knight did not respond immediately. His eyes gleamed slightly before he spoke in a deep, measured voice.

"Combat is the true path to mastery. There is no honor in idleness."

"You've always been a warrior of few words, but with unparalleled skill," the announcer continued. "Many new fighters have joined the tournament. Is there anyone in particular who catches your attention?"

The caped knight extended a wing and wrapped it slightly around himself before answering.

"The edge of my sword will test the mettle of any opponent. However..." His eyes glowed with a sharp intensity. "There is one fighter whose skill I wish to challenge. Sephiroth."

The announcer chuckled.

"Many are intrigued by that competitor. It seems his mere presence has already earned him several challengers. And, to be honest, you and he aren’t far apart. Both are disciplined warriors, shrouded in mystery, with speed that defies the norm. It will be a battle worth witnessing."

Meta Knight gave a slight nod and placed a hand on the hilt of his sword, Galaxia.

"Words hold no meaning in the arena. Only the blade will speak."

Fighter 28: Pit

"Pit, captain of Palutena’s guard, is back in the tournament!" the announcer proclaimed with enthusiasm. "You always bring great energy to the competition. How do you feel about returning?"

"More than ready!" Pit exclaimed with a radiant smile. "It’s always an honor to fight in the tournament, and this time, I won’t fall behind!"

"You’ve proven to be a fast and versatile fighter in previous tournaments. But with so many new faces in this edition, is there anyone in particular you’d like to cross blades with?"

Pit crossed his arms and furrowed his brow slightly, deep in thought.

"Well, it’s always exciting to face my old rivals, like Link or Marth. But… I’m really curious about one fighter in particular. Sora! I’ve heard he’s a master of aerial combat and uses magic in incredible ways. It’ll be a battle between warriors blessed by the light!"

"A showdown between heroes with celestial powers sounds like something no one will want to miss! Tell me, any final words before the tournament?"

Pit drew his Sacred Blades and struck a battle-ready pose.

"No matter how strong the enemy is, I’ll always fight with all my heart!"

Fighter 28E: Dark Pit

"And here he is... Dark Pit," the announcer declared, a note of anticipation in his voice. "It’s always interesting to see you in the arena. Tell me, what brings you back to the tournament?"

The dark angel let out a short, arrogant chuckle.

"Do I need a reason?" he asked mockingly. "Seeing all these fighters bragging about their strength… I just couldn’t stay out of the fun."

"Well, that’s one way to look at it," the announcer replied. "Your fighting style is similar to Pit’s, but with some notable differences. How do you think you’ll fare in this tournament?"

Dark Pit tilted his head, his grin widening.

"Pit's still a naive optimist, but me... I don’t have those distractions. I won’t stop until I prove I’m the best."

The announcer nodded with interest.

"And speaking of proving your strength, is there any opponent you particularly want to face?"

The dark angel narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue before answering.

"I could say Pit, but I already know all his tricks. This time, I want something different. Maybe Cloud… or Ganondorf. Someone with power worth crushing."

"An ambitious choice. No doubt, any of those fights would be incredible to watch."

Fighter 30: Wario

The doors to the hall burst open with a metallic crash, and an unmistakable sound filled the air: a rough, mocking laugh, followed by the roar of an engine.

"Wahahaha! Make way for the great Wario!" the newcomer exclaimed as he skidded his motorcycle into the hall, leaving tire marks on the floor.

The announcer couldn’t help but laugh at the extravagant entrance.

"And here he is, the one and only, unmistakable... Wario! Always with a unique style. How do you feel about returning to the tournament?"

Wario shut off his bike with a smack and jumped down, adjusting his yellow helmet before proudly responding.

"I feel like a million gold coins! And when I win this tournament, I’ll be even richer! Wahahaha!"

"Seems like you’re motivated by more than just glory."

"Of course! What good is glory if it doesn’t come with a bag full of cash?" he said, rubbing his hands together. "Besides, this tournament is the perfect chance to prove I’m the best!"

"You’re an unpredictable fighter, with a style that mixes brute strength, speed, and… well, some unorthodox methods. How do you think you’ll do against the new participants?"

Wario puffed out his chest and let out a boisterous laugh.

"I don’t care who’s here! I’ll crush them all! But if I have to pick someone... I wanna teach that show-off Kazuya a lesson! He thinks he can go around tossing people into volcanoes? Well, I’ll be tossing him to the ground over and over! Wahahaha!"

Fighter 31: Snake

"And here he is... the legendary soldier, the master of infiltration… Snake!" the announcer declared with excitement. "It’s been a while since you last participated in the tournament. What made you return?"

Snake exhaled through his nose, thoughtful, before responding in his signature deep voice.

"Information is key in any mission. And this tournament... has too many new pieces on the board. I want to see what they’re capable of."

"Interesting perspective," said the announcer. "We know you’re a stealthy but lethal fighter, with an arsenal that few can match. How do you feel about the current competition?"

Snake closed his eyes for a moment and gave a slight nod.

"This isn’t just a tournament of strength. It’s a war of strategy, of patience. Anyone who comes in just throwing punches… will fall before they even realize it."

"Definitely, no one will want to underestimate you," the announcer commented. "Now, tell me… is there any opponent you’re interested in facing?"

Snake opened one eye and let out a faint smirk.

"It’s always good to test your skills against the best. But there’s one that catches my attention... Sephiroth."

"Wow, it seems the One-Winged Angel has drawn quite a bit of attention in this tournament," the announcer remarked. "Why him?"

"He’s methodical, relentless... and there’s something hidden behind that calm exterior. I want to see how far his control can go in a real battle."

Fighter 32: Ike

"And here he is! The unparalleled warrior, the heir to the mercenary lineage… Ike!" the announcer proclaimed with great enthusiasm. "You're a veteran of the tournament, known for your incredible strength. How does it feel to be back?"

Ike slightly tilted his head and responded in his characteristic calm and resolute tone.

"There are always battles to fight. And this tournament is the best place to test myself."

"Straight to the point, as always," the announcer commented. "We know your combat style is ruthless, based on powerful strikes and unwavering endurance. With so many new faces this time around, is there any opponent that catches your attention?"

The swordsman took a few seconds to think before replying.

"There are many strong warriors here. But if I had to choose… Ganondorf."

The announcer raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Quite a choice. A clash of pure brute strength. Why him?"

Ike closed his eyes for a brief moment before speaking.

"I’m not interested in fame or titles. I just want to face someone who can push me to my limit. And if there’s anyone here who represents power in its purest form… it’s him."

"That’s what we love to hear!" the announcer exclaimed. "Without a doubt, a battle between you two would be an unforgettable spectacle."

Fighters 33-35: Pokémon Trainer/Leaf (Squirtle, Ivysaur, and Charizard)

"Ah, the Pokémon Trainer!" the announcer said, stifling a laugh at the sight of Squirtle fidgeting restlessly on Leaf's lap, while Ivysaur sat calmly beside her. Meanwhile, Charizard was busy in the background, observing everything with the clear intent of disobeying Leaf. "I’m glad to see your Pokémon are still in top shape, though… Charizard looks just as defiant as last tournament, and that was just him alone."

Leaf sighed and crossed her arms, glancing at her Charizard, who snorted in response and turned away with a proud air.

"Well, what can I say? He’s stubborn, strong, and always wants to do things his own way. But that doesn’t change the fact that we’re a team," she said confidently.

Excited about the interview, Squirtle leaped off her lap and raised his arms with a big grin.

"Squirtle!"

"That’s the battling spirit!" the announcer exclaimed enthusiastically. "Last time, you only competed with Charizard, but now you’ve brought your full team. Why the decision?"

Leaf smiled proudly and stroked Ivysaur’s head, who closed her eyes in contentment.

"This tournament is a unique challenge, and I want my partners to shine together. Squirtle is fast and tricky, Ivysaur has great versatility with her vines and long-range attacks, and Charizard… well, he’s pure power. All three deserve to show what they’re capable of."

"A well-balanced strategy, no doubt," the announcer commented. "With so many fighters in the tournament, is there any match you're particularly looking forward to?"

Leaf placed a hand on her hip and smiled with determination.

"It’s always fun to battle other Pokémon, so Lucario or even Incineroar could be interesting opponents. But if I had to choose… I think Greninja catches my attention. He’s agile and stealthy, and I’d love to see how he compares to my team."

"Now that would be an epic battle!" the announcer said. "Any final words before the action begins?"

Leaf looked at her Pokémon, then at the speaker from which the announcer's voice came, with a confident smile.

"No matter how tough the battle gets, we’ll give it our all and have as much fun as possible!"

With that energetic statement, Squirtle did a flip, Ivysaur sent a Vine Whip into the air in excitement, and Charizard, unable to help himself, let out a burst of flames toward the ceiling before turning with a defiant attitude.

The announcer laughed.

"Looks like the competition is going to heat up with you in the arena! Good luck, Trainer!"

Fighter 36: Diddy Kong

"Oh, of course I’m glad to be back," Diddy said with a nervous smile. "Though, to be honest, I think Donkey is way too excited that King K. Rool is here. Those two always seem ready to throw down with each other..."

The announcer laughed at Diddy’s remark, nodding enthusiastically.

"No doubt about it! The rivalry between Donkey Kong and King K. Rool is legendary! But back to you, Diddy… You’re fast, agile, and have an arsenal of tricks that have left more than a few opponents stunned. How do you feel about returning to the tournament?"

Diddy crossed his arms and leaned slightly toward the microphone with a confident grin.

"I’m ready for action. It’s always fun proving that size isn’t everything."

"That’s the spirit!" the announcer exclaimed. "With so many new and returning competitors in this edition, is there anyone in particular you’d like to fight?"

Diddy placed a hand on his chin, thinking for a few seconds.

"Hmm… Well, any fight is a good one as long as it’s fun, but… Fox and I always have fast-paced duels. I’d like to see if I can still keep up with him."

"A battle between two of the fastest fighters! That sounds amazing," the announcer said excitedly. "And what about King K. Rool? Any thoughts on his return?"

The monkey glanced sideways to where his long-time rival was likely preparing and smirked mischievously.

"I’ll just say that if Donkey doesn’t knock him out first, I’ll make sure to land a few courtesy hits."

"That’s what we like to hear!" the announcer affirmed. "Diddy Kong is back in full force, and we can’t wait to see him in action!"

Fighter 37: Lucas

"Here he is! The psychic from Tazmily, the boy with a heart bigger than his power… Lucas!" the announcer declared with enthusiasm. "It’s been a while since we’ve seen you in action. How does it feel to be back?"

Lucas lowered his gaze for a moment before responding in a soft voice.

"A little nervous… but also excited. This tournament has always been full of great fighters, and I want to give it my best."

"That’s completely understandable, Lucas. You’re known for your PSI-based fighting style and your incredible resilience. Do you think your skills have improved since the last time you competed?"

Lucas looked up with a bit more confidence.

"Yes. I’ve trained a lot with my PSI and my defense. I’m not the strongest, but I know I can endure and find an opening to counterattack."

"That’s the spirit of a fighter!" the announcer exclaimed. "Now, tell me… is there any opponent in particular you’d like to test yourself against?"

Lucas thought for a moment, fidgeting with his fingers before answering.

"Ness."

"Well, well! A duel between two PSI masters… now that would be legendary! Why him?"

Lucas smiled slightly, though with a hint of shyness.

"He’s strong, and he’s always been someone I admire. We’ve fought before, but this time, I want to show how much I’ve grown."

"That sounds like an unforgettable battle!" the announcer affirmed.

Fighter 38: Sonic

"Duh! Of course, I love being back," Sonic assured with his usual confident smile, arms and legs crossed as he leaned back in his chair. "At this point, I'd be scared if I didn't. That said, knowing that all the other fighters are back and that new faces are showing up was a surprise, but it's nothing I can't handle!"

The announcer laughed at the hedgehog’s carefree attitude.

"Always with the same confidence! And rightfully so. You're one of the fastest fighters in the tournament, and your fighting style never fails to impress. How are you feeling about the competition this time?"

Sonic shrugged and wagged a finger with a teasing smile.

"Eh, more of the same, but with a couple of surprises. Fast, strong, big, small... It doesn’t matter who they are, everyone’s gonna have to put in the effort if they wanna keep up with me."

"Now that's confidence!" the announcer exclaimed. "Speaking of rivals, is there anyone in particular you’d like to face?"

Sonic rested an elbow on the arm of his chair, bringing a hand to his chin in thought.

"Well, half the roster wants to punch the anime guy with mommy issues in the face..." the hedgehog joked, referring to Sephiroth. "But me? I want to face Min Min. I might be the fastest thing alive in the world, and the quickest fighter in the tournament, but that girl’s extendable arms could put me in a tough spot. I love being fast, but being on the edge of danger is what makes my life exciting! So, Min Min, if you’re watching this— you'd better accept the challenge!"

"That's what we love to hear!" the announcer said enthusiastically. "A battle between speed and reach sounds like a guaranteed spectacle."

Sonic leaned toward the microphone with his usual confident grin.

"And of course, if anyone else wants to challenge me, I don’t mind. Just remember that, at the end of the day... there’s no one faster than me!"

Fighter 39: King Dedede

"And here comes the king of the penguins, the most flamboyant monarch of Dream Land... the great King Dedede!" the announcer declared excitedly as the enormous penguin entered the room, swinging his massive hammer over one shoulder.

Dedede let out a hearty laugh as he stomped his foot, making the floor tremble.

"It’s always a spectacle to see you in action, King Dedede. We all know you're a heavyweight in more ways than one, and your hammer remains a fearsome weapon. How are you feeling about this edition of the tournament?"

Dedede puffed out his chest with pride, adjusting his scarf and slapping his hammer against his palm with a defiant look.

"Now that's confidence! And with so many new and returning opponents, is there anyone in particular you want to fight?"

Dedede brought a hand to his chin, thinking for a moment before flashing a mischievous grin toward the microphone. The announcer, of course, knew exactly what Dedede meant.

"Of course. No one enjoys ruining Kirby's day as much as you do."

King Dedede laughed, then flipped his hammer upside down and made a chomping gesture with his hands before pretending to smash the ground with his hammer, once again smiling confidently.

"Ah, so you want to take down King K. Rool too, huh? Looks like the Kongs and Bowser aren’t the only ones against the Kremling king anymore. Well, best of luck in battle, King Dedede!"

Fighter 40: Olimar

"And here we have the fearless captain of Hocotate, the intergalactic explorer... Olimar!" the announcer declared as the small astronaut walked to the center of the room, followed closely by a squad of Pikmin.

Olimar greeted with a slight nod, while the Pikmin around him lined up in neat rows. A red Pikmin raised its arms in a "V" shape as if celebrating.

"Always a pleasure to have you here, Captain! We all know that despite your size, you should never be underestimated. Your command over the Pikmin is impressive. How are you feeling about this new edition of the tournament?"

Olimar crossed his arms thoughtfully. A yellow Pikmin climbed onto his helmet and struck a “thinker” pose, while a blue Pikmin gave a thumbs-up with its leaf.

"That sounds like confidence and determination! We know the Pikmin are your greatest strength in battle. Do you have any new strategies to surprise your opponents?"

A group of purple Pikmin flexed their tiny arms, while two white ones spun around rapidly, as if plotting something clever. Olimar nodded calmly.

"Interesting! Seems like you’re planning a mix of strength and speed. Your opponents will have to think carefully about how to face you."

Olimar pointed at his Pikmin, and they quickly formed the shape of a helmet with a lightning bolt above it.

"Ah! You want to face Samus?" the announcer deduced. "Now that would be a fascinating duel! The intergalactic bounty hunter versus the space explorer and his Pikmin army. What motivates you to seek that fight?"

A red Pikmin mimed firing an imaginary gun, while a blue one rolled on the floor before jumping back up. Olimar nodded with determination.

"Ah, you want to test how well you can adapt against an opponent with such a powerful arsenal! That sounds like an incredibly tactical matchup."

The Pikmin cheered around Olimar, forming a circle and jumping excitedly.

"Well, best of luck, Captain Olimar! With your ingenuity and the help of your loyal Pikmin, we know you’ll put up a great fight."

Fighter 41: Lucario

"And now, straight from the most remote mountains, the living embodiment of aura at its finest... Lucario!" the announcer declared as the room was bathed in a soft blue glow.

Lucario entered with a firm stride and a serene gaze, his body emanating an aura that was both calm and powerful. He crossed his arms and gave a slight nod in acknowledgment to the announcer.

"It’s always a pleasure to have you in the tournament, Lucario. You're known for your adaptability in battle and for becoming stronger the more damage you take. How are you feeling about this new edition?"

Lucario closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before responding in a deep, measured, telepathic voice.

"The aura guides me. My training has been constant, and my spirit is in harmony. I am prepared for any challenge."

"That’s what we like to hear! Your fighting style is unique and hard to predict. Would you say you’ve developed any new techniques for this tournament?"

Lucario narrowed his eyes slightly, his aura intensifying around his paws and shoulders.

"Evolution is natural in combat. My control over aura has reached a new level... but my opponents will have to find out for themselves."

"Interesting... and tell me, is there any opponent in particular you wish to test your power against?"

Lucario closed his eyes for a moment, meditating on his answer. Then, with a determined gleam in his red eyes, he replied:

"Greninja."

"Wow! A showdown between two masters of speed and technique! Why Greninja?"

Lucario lowered his head slightly, his expression turning more analytical.

"We are both fast. We both rely on precision. But while he moves like a shadow, I am the light that cuts through it. I want to measure my aura against his instinct."

"That sounds like an electrifying match!" the announcer exclaimed. "Two fighters who depend on agility and reflexes, yet with completely opposite styles!"

Fighter 42: R.O.B.

"I... have no idea how to introduce you, R.O.B.," the announcer admitted, sounding a bit awkward.

The robot, for its part, remained still in its place, blinking and tilting its head in confusion.

"You’ve been in Smash for three consecutive tournaments. It’s good to see you, though... No offense, but I don’t quite understand why you’re here."

R.O.B.’s two mechanical arms moved up and down slowly, as if imitating a shrug, then the robot turned toward the exit and left.

"Well, that was... something."

Fighter 43: Toon Link

"And now, straight from the most dangerous seas, the Swordsman of the Winds and the Hero of the Waves… Toon Link!" the announcer enthusiastically declared as the young Hylian entered the room with agile steps and a carefree expression.

Toon Link greeted with a mischievous smile before pulling out his Wind Waker and waving it in the air, as if conducting an invisible orchestra.

"Always a pleasure to see you here, sailor! You're one of the most versatile fighters in this tournament, with a fast and technical combat style. How are you feeling for this edition?"

"More ready than ever!" Toon Link replied, smiling confidently.

"That's the spirit! We know you're an expert with the sword and bow, but your arsenal of bombs always surprises your opponents. Have you been practicing any new strategies?"

The young Hylian pulled a bomb from his pouch, looked at it for a moment, then quickly put it away with a mysterious smile. He then raised his shield and gave a light tap to his sheathed sword, as if signaling that he was ready for any challenge.

"Looks like you're keeping some surprises up your sleeve! Now tell me, is there any opponent you'd like to face?"

"My other selves!" he answered. He seemed to switch between speaking with expressions and words.

"Ha ha! So you want to face your other versions? That sounds like a battle between generations! Why them?"

Toon Link gestured to compare his own height with that of Link and Young Link, then crossed his arms with a proud expression, as if trying to say that despite being smaller, he had a lot to prove.

"Now that's confidence! A duel between you and Link will be a clash of styles—agility versus strength, experience versus wit."

Fighter 44: Wolf

"And now, from the darkest corners of the galaxy, the ruthless leader of the Star Wolf squadron… Wolf O'Donnell!" the announcer dramatically declared as Wolf entered with firm steps and a sharp gaze.

The silver-furred wolf crossed his arms, his tail swaying slowly behind him. His grin was mocking, confident, and his eyes gleamed with a defiant glint.

"It's always a spectacle to see you in action, Wolf! You're one of the most aggressive and lethal fighters in the tournament. How are you feeling for this edition?"

Wolf scoffed and raised an eyebrow.

"How do I feel? Tch, same as always—ready to hunt."

"That's what we like to hear! You're known for your speed, your brutality in combat, and of course, your iconic kick. Do you have any new tactics up your sleeve this time?"

Wolf snapped his fingers, and his metallic claw gleamed under the light.

"I don’t need new tricks. When you're the predator, all you need to do is sharpen your claws."

"What a fierce answer! Now tell me, is there any particular opponent you're eager to fight?"

Wolf chuckled under his breath, revealing his fangs.

"Are you seriously asking me that? You already know the answer."

"Ohhh, of course! You want to face Fox McCloud once again!"

Wolf shrugged with a smug grin.

"It's always fun teaching that pup a lesson. Besides, I wasn’t here last tournament," he added, cracking his knuckles. "That Star Fox pest and I have unfinished business."

"Now that will be an epic battle! Your eternal rival—the leader of Star Fox. Do you think you can surpass him this time?"

"Tch, what a stupid question. He should be asking if he can surpass me."

Fighter 45: Villager

"And now, from a peaceful village where life is calm… but combat is anything but, here comes the mysterious and stoic… Villager!" the announcer declared with a mix of enthusiasm and caution.

The Villager entered with his characteristic carefree stride, his round, expressionless eyes betraying no emotion. In his hands, he held a small bag of turnips, which he shook slightly before tucking them back into his pocket.

"It's always interesting to see you in action, Villager. You're not the biggest fighter, but your combat style is… unique, to say the least. How are you feeling for this tournament?"

The Villager simply smiled. He said nothing.

"...That’s an unsettling response," the announcer commented, clearing his throat. "We know you use everyday tools and objects in battle, but you have a way of turning anything into a dangerous weapon. Do you have any new tricks prepared?"

The Villager pulled a shovel out of nowhere, dug a small hole in the ground, stared at it intently, then calmly covered it back up. Then he took out a balloon and let it float away slowly.

"...I’m not sure if that was a strategy demonstration or a veiled threat, but either way, I’m intrigued," the announcer said, sweating a little. "Is there any opponent you’d like to fight in particular?"

The Villager took out a piece of paper and drew a silhouette of a fighter with pointy ears and a big gun. Then he drew an "X" over it.

"Oh! You want to face Fox McCloud?"

The Villager slowly nodded, his smile barely changing.

"And why Fox? Do you have a problem with Star Fox?"

The Villager pulled out a slingshot and shot a small pebble into the air before putting it away. Then, he simply took out a fishing rod and waited.

"...I still don’t fully understand, but you seem very sure about it."

The Villager tilted his head slightly, as if the question itself was irrelevant.

"Well… in any case, it will be interesting to see you in action. Good luck in the tournament, Villager… and please, don’t bury anyone on stage!"

The Villager blinked slowly, as if the comment didn’t even faze him, then walked away calmly, leaving an air of discomfort behind.

"...I don’t know why, but I feel like someone is going to mysteriously disappear after this tournament."

Fighter 46: Mega Man

"Oh, it’s definitely exciting to be back!" Rock said with a smile. "After the last tournament, I was really left wanting more."

"And we were left wanting to see you in action again, Mega Man!" the announcer exclaimed enthusiastically. "You're a versatile fighter with an impressive arsenal of abilities. How are you feeling for this new edition?"

Rock crossed his arms and nodded with determination.

"Ready for the challenge. I’ve been training with new battle schemes and improving my systems."

"That sounds like you’re bringing some surprises! We know you can adapt to any situation thanks to your copied abilities. Do you have any new tactics for this tournament?"

Mega Man raised his arm cannon and quickly transformed it into different weapons—the Metal Blade, the Leaf Shield, and the Spark Shock. Then he returned to his normal form with a small smile.

"There’s always something new to try. But what matters is how I use it in battle."

"Awesome! Now that’s a true combat robot!"

Fighter 47: Wii Fit Trainer

"It was… unexpected to be invited once again," the Trainer admitted, who, even while sitting, seemed to be posing as if instructing a class. "But I’m happy to know I left a good impression in the last tournament to be invited back."

"You definitely left a great impression!" the announcer affirmed enthusiastically. "Your combat style is unique—balanced, precise, and full of healthy techniques. How are you feeling for this new edition of the tournament?"

The Wii Fit Trainer closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and exhaled calmly before answering.

"Focused. Relaxed. Ready to give my best."

"That sounds like the perfect mindset for competition! We know you master poses and exercises that strengthen both body and mind. Have you developed new strategies for this tournament?"

The Trainer stood up in one fluid motion and executed a flawless tree pose.

"The key to success is consistency. But you also have to adapt… and surprise."

"Interesting! Your opponents will have to think twice before underestimating you."

Fighter 48: Rosalina & Luma

"It is a delight to be back," Rosalina commented with a serene smile, while her Luma danced joyfully around her, making her laugh. "My Lumas have never been so excited to be part of something. I think they enjoyed being here last time."

"And for good reason!" the announcer exclaimed cheerfully. "Your grace and mastery of the cosmos left a great impression in the previous tournament. How do you feel about this new edition?"

Rosalina extended her hand, and her Luma floated toward her, spinning with excitement.

"Calm. The universe is in constant change, and so are we. This time, we have learned even more."

"That's amazing! We know you have an unconventional fighting style, where you battle in sync with your Lumas. Have you developed any new strategies to surprise your opponents?"

Rosalina looked at her Luma, who nodded enthusiastically before twirling around her with flashes of cosmic light.

"We have perfected our connection. When we fight, we are not two separate entities... but a single constellation in motion."

"That sounds as elegant as it is dangerous! Your opponents will surely find it difficult to break that synergy."

Fighter 49: Little Mac

"You invite me to a fight and think I won't come back? Well, you're wrong!" said the young Mac, who looked ready to jump into a boxing ring despite being seated. "The last tournament let me face formidable fighters. I hope this one is no different!"

"That's the attitude of a true fighter!" the announcer exclaimed enthusiastically. "We know that in the last tournament, you proved that even though you come from the boxing ring, you can take on any opponent, no matter their size or abilities. How do you feel about this new edition?"

Little Mac clashed his gloves together and grinned confidently.

"Stronger, faster, more determined. My coach and I have been working on my speed and endurance. This time, no one will stop me."

"That sounds like you've been training hard! You're known for your incredible close-combat strength, but your weakness is aerial fights. Have you worked on that?"

Mac scoffed and shrugged.

"Come on, everyone knows I'm no high-flyer. But if anyone thinks that makes me weak, they just need to get close enough... and I'll send them to the ground with a single punch."

"Now that's champion-level confidence!"

Fighter 50: Greninja

"Ninja," the Pokémon stated, arms crossed and eyes closed as his "scarf"—which was actually his tongue—swayed with an invisible breeze.

"The stealthy master of speed and technique has arrived!" the announcer declared excitedly. "Greninja, your agility and lethality have made you a feared fighter. How do you feel about this tournament?"

Greninja slowly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze reflecting pure determination.

"Ninja," he repeated, his tone making it clear he was more than ready.

"Now that’s confidence! You're known for moving like a shadow and striking with surgical precision. Have you been practicing new tactics for this edition?"

Greninja vanished in a burst of water and reappeared behind the announcer in the blink of an eye. Then, he formed a Water Shuriken in his hand and tossed it into the air before catching it effortlessly.

"...I'll take that as a yes," the announcer said with a nervous chuckle.

Fighters 51-53: Mii Brawler, Mii Swordfighter & Mii Gunner

"Oh, wow!" the announcer said, genuinely impressed as the Miis entered, looking... completely revamped.

The Brawler, still wearing red, now sported a latex suit with protective gear on his knees, boots, elbows, and even his fists. The Swordfighter had a similar approach, though his outfit was more medieval in style and colored blue. Lastly, the Gunner appeared to be wearing futuristic attire. They all had one thing in common: a golden belt with the word "Mii" engraved in the center.

"It's great to be back," said the Brawler first, crossing his arms. "We had to make a few changes to our outfits."

"Yeah! If we're going to be part of the greatest tournament across all worlds..." the Swordfighter continued, unsheathing his sword and pointing it toward the sky. "We have to look presentable!"

The Gunner rolled her eyes but still smiled.

"These two insisted on a new look for the tournament. And honestly? It's probably the only good idea they've had so far."

"And what a success it was!" the announcer said enthusiastically. "You look incredible! But the most important thing here is: what have you been doing to prepare for this tournament?"

The Mii Brawler clashed his fists together, grinning confidently.

"We've been training non-stop. Now we're stronger, faster, and more strategic."

"Exactly!" the Mii Swordfighter added, twirling his sword with precision. "We realized there were many areas we could improve on in the last tournament, so we focused on perfecting our techniques."

The Mii Gunner sighed, though her expression showed determination.

"I’d say these two got a little obsessed... but I'll admit, I joined the training too. I couldn’t fall behind."

"Now that's what I like to hear!" the announcer said excitedly. "In the last tournament, you proved that the Miis are fighters worthy of respect. Do you have any specific goals for this edition?"

The Mii Brawler smirked confidently.

"To win."

The Mii Swordfighter pointed his sword forward.

"To surprise everyone."

The Mii Gunner loaded her blaster and spun it in her hand.

"To prove we're not just background avatars."

"Oh, now that’s the right attitude!" the announcer exclaimed. "I can't wait to see you all in action!"

Fighter 54: Palutena

"It is truly an honor to be included in such a special occasion!" the governor of Angel Land commented with a calm smile. "Despite having only joined in the last tournament, I am pleased to know I was considered to return."

"And what a consideration it was!" the announcer exclaimed excitedly. "Palutena, you are a goddess with a combat style that combines grace and divine power. In the previous tournament, your ability to control the battlefield with magic and strategy left everyone in awe. How do you feel about this new edition?"

Palutena tilted her head slightly and closed her eyes with a tranquil expression.

"I feel in harmony with the flow of destiny," she said serenely before opening her eyes with a spark of mischief. "But also ready to prove that gods can be both wise and formidable."

"Now that’s divine confidence! We know your combat style is versatile: you can attack from a distance with magic or fight up close with your staff. Have you developed any new strategies for this tournament?"

The goddess twirled her staff gracefully between her fingers before resting it on the ground.

"There is always room for improvement. Let’s just say I’ve sharpened my reflexes and learned a few new tricks that might surprise more than a few."

"Wow, that sounds promising! Many fighters will have to stay on their toes when facing you."

Palutena chuckled softly, resting a hand on her cheek with a playful expression.

"Well, it wouldn't be fun if everything was predictable, would it?"

"Definitely not!" the announcer agreed. "I can't wait to see you in action once again, goddess of light!"

Fighter 55: Pac-Man

"It’s amazing to be back!" Pac-Man said enthusiastically, hopping onto the chair. "I was almost sure I wouldn’t get invited this time, but I’m glad I was wrong!"

"Of course you had to return!" the announcer exclaimed with excitement. "Pac-Man, you are a true video game legend, an icon that has transcended generations. In the previous tournament, your fighting style, full of creativity and nostalgia, surprised many. How do you feel about this new edition?"

Pac-Man crossed his arms with a big smile and nodded energetically.

"Ready and hungry for action!"

The announcer let out a laugh.

"Ha ha! That sounds very fitting! You’re known for using your iconic Power Pellets, fruits, and other elements from your world in battle. Have you prepared any new strategies to surprise your rivals this time?"

Pac-Man puffed out his cheeks and then deflated them, as if considering his response. Finally, he flashed his signature smile before making a quick spin in the air.

"Let’s just say I’ve been practicing some new moves and… let’s also say that some fruits might be more dangerous than they seem."

"That sounds intriguing! Some might have to think twice before underestimating you."

Pac-Man did a couple of hops and gave a thumbs-up.

"And don’t forget—I always have one last trick up my sleeve… or under my tongue!"

"Now that’s confidence!" the announcer declared. "I’m sure you’ll put on a show worthy of a legend!"

Fighter 56: Robin

"I’m pleased to return," the Tactician Mage said with a small smile. "Knowing that Lucina is also back, and that Chrom is joining us this time, fills me with joy."

"That’s fantastic!" the announcer exclaimed enthusiastically. "Robin, you’re a natural strategist, a fighter who combines the power of magic with the sharp edge of a sword. In the previous tournament, you surprised many with your ability to adapt to any situation. How do you feel about this new edition?"

The strategist closed his eyes for a moment, as if analyzing his response with the same precision he would use to craft a battle plan. Then, he nodded.

"Prepared. Like any good tactician, I’ve studied the terrain and my potential opponents. Every battle is a puzzle, and I’m ready to solve it."

"Now that’s thinking like a true tactician! We know you wield both the Levin Sword and powerful magic tomes. Have you developed new strategies or refined your techniques for this tournament?"

Robin raised his hand, and a small flash of energy emerged from his palm, forming various arcane symbols before fading away.

"Let’s just say I’ve strengthened my knowledge of ancient tomes. My spells are more precise, more lethal… and this time, I’ll make sure my resources last long enough."

"Wow, it sounds like we’ll be seeing a more efficient Robin when it comes to magic management!"

Fighter 57: Shulk

"Of course it feels incredible to be back!" said the wielder of the Monado with a smile. "And it’s even better knowing that this time, I won’t be the only fighter from my world."

"That’s right!" the announcer exclaimed with excitement. "Shulk, in the previous tournament, you displayed impressive skill with the Monado, combining strategy, speed, and power with your Arts. Now that you’re back and with more allies from your world, how do you feel about this new edition?"

The young Homs crossed his arms and nodded with determination.

"Motivated. The first time I participated, I had to face many incredible fighters on my own. But this time… well, I won’t let my guard down, but I feel more prepared."

"That’s the attitude of a true warrior! Your ability to switch between different Monado Arts makes you one of the most versatile fighters. Have you been training new tactics for this tournament?"

Shulk smiled and unsheathed the Monado, making its blade glow with red energy.

"I’ve been experimenting with new Art combinations and activation timing. If anyone thinks they already know my style, they’re in for a surprise."

"Wow, that sounds dangerous for your opponents! As someone who can see the future in battle, do you think that will give you an advantage this time?"

Shulk closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again with confidence.

"The future isn’t set in stone. But if I have any say in it… I’ll make sure it’s one where I emerge victorious."

"Now that’s determination! I can’t wait to see you in action, Shulk!"

Fighter 58: Bowser Jr.

"It’s awesome to be back!" exclaimed the young prince of the Koopas with a mischievous grin. "And this time, I’m not falling off the stage until I show everyone why I’m the future king of the Koopas!"

"That’s the confidence of a true royal contender!" the announcer declared enthusiastically. "Bowser Jr., in the previous tournament, you proved that despite your young age, you have impressive combat skills. Your combination of abilities with the Koopa Clown Car, your gadgets, and your cunning made you a tough opponent. How do you feel about this new edition?"

Bowser Jr. crossed his arms and smirked smugly.

"More ready than ever! I’ve been training with Dad and the Koopalings, and now I’m faster, stronger… and even more annoying for my opponents!"

"Ha ha! That’s definitely something you’re known for! Your fighting style is chaotic but effective. Have you worked on any new strategies for this edition?"

The little Koopa smacked the panel of his Koopa Clown Car, making it flash with colorful lights before spinning its drill.

"Oh, absolutely! I’ve upgraded my toys and fine-tuned my tricks. Some of them are gonna send my rivals flying before they even know what hit them!"

"That sounds dangerous! Your opponents better keep an eye out for your antics."

Fighter 59: Duck Hunt

The Duck Hunt dog barked excitedly toward the speaker, wagging his tail with his tongue hanging out, while the duck on his back quacked.

"And here they are—the most unexpected yet undoubtedly iconic fighters!" the announcer exclaimed with a smile. "Duck Hunt, the dynamic duo of hunting and mischief! In the previous tournament, you surprised many with your unique fighting style, full of classic references and unpredictable attacks. How do you feel about this new edition?"

The dog barked again and puffed out his chest proudly, while the duck flapped its wings and quacked as if responding with enthusiasm.

"Now that’s fighting spirit! You combine teamwork with strategic attacks inspired by the Wild West and arcade classics. Have you prepared anything special for this tournament?"

The dog let out his iconic mischievous laugh before spinning around and pointing his paw at the duck, as if signaling that his partner was the key to their plan. The duck, in turn, puffed out his chest and spread his wings confidently.

"Wow, that’s some serious trust in your synchronization! Well, your rivals better be ready for your tricks and pranks."

The dog barked once more before making a small excited jump, while the duck quacked in agreement.

Fighter 60: Ryu

"Oh, my, my!" said the announcer in admiration. "If we're talking about true fighters, you're one of the most legendary! Ryu, in the previous tournament, you proved that the art of Ansatsuken is as lethal as it is honorable. How do you feel about this new edition?"

Ryu closed his eyes for a moment and nodded with determination.

"Ready. Always seeking improvement, always searching for the next challenge."

"Now that's the mentality of a true martial artist! You're known for your discipline, your mastery of hand-to-hand combat, and your iconic attacks like the Hadoken and the Shoryuken. Have you been working on anything new for this tournament?"

The fighter rolled his shoulders to loosen up and clenched his fists.

"There's always room for improvement. I've refined my technique, strengthened my spirit, and improved my control over the power of the Satsui no Hado. But my goal remains the same: to face the best and surpass myself."

"That is the essence of a true fighter! Without a doubt, everyone will be watching to see what you can do in the tournament."

Fighter 60Ԑ: Ken

"Ha! Did you really think you'd leave me out?!" Ken Masters exclaimed with a big grin. "If Ryu's here, I couldn't miss this! Good thing I got invited this time. Just because it's my first Smash tournament doesn't make it any less exciting."

"And exciting it is!" the announcer said enthusiastically. "Ken, you're an icon of fighting games, a fierce combatant with an explosive and energetic style. Even though this is your first time in the tournament, we all know that your experience and skills make you a formidable rival. How do you feel about joining the competition?"

Ken crossed his arms with a confident smile.

"Excited. I've fought many strong opponents in my life, but this tournament is a unique opportunity. I couldn't let Ryu have all the fun without me."

"Now that's a competitive spirit! We know your fighting style is similar to Ryu's but with your own more aggressive and dynamic touch. Have you prepared anything special for this occasion?"

The blond fighter cracked his knuckles against his palm before smiling with determination.

"Let's just say my speed and kicks are going to make some people think twice before getting too close. And trust me, when I throw a Shoryuken, it won't be just for show."

"Now that’s confidence! No doubt the other competitors will be keeping an eye on your fighting style."

Ken nodded and pointed his thumb at himself.

"I wouldn’t expect anything less. I'm going to put on a show no one will forget!"

"That’s exactly what we want to see! Welcome to the tournament, Ken!"

Fighter 61: Cloud

"I’d be lying if I said I’m happy to be back..." Cloud said coldly, arms crossed with an almost unreadable expression. "I wish I could feel honored like the other fighters, but it’s hard when someone who lives to make your life hell is also part of the tournament."

"Ah, right... I forgot you and Sephiroth have some history," the announcer said with a nervous laugh. "Either way, he seems more civilized than most villains in the tournament. I hope that if you two have unfinished business, you'll settle it on the battlefield."

Cloud closed his eyes for a moment, as if contemplating his response, before letting out a heavy sigh.

"I don’t need to be reminded," he replied dryly. "If he crosses my path, I’ll make sure he regrets it."

The announcer cleared his throat, feeling the tension in the air, but decided to steer the topic in a more enthusiastic direction.

"Well, setting that aside—Cloud, you’re one of the most feared swordsmen in the tournament! In the last edition, your speed, reach, and power with the Buster Sword made a huge impression. How do you feel going into this new competition?"

Cloud opened his eyes and looked at the interviewer with his usual serious expression.

"Strong. I'm not here to make friends or enjoy the show. I’m here to do what I always do: fight and win."

"Wow, now that’s determination! We know your Limit can change the pace of a battle in an instant. Have you been training new strategies to surprise your rivals?"

Cloud gripped the Buster Sword in one hand, resting it on his shoulder.

"The Limit is just a tool. It’s not about relying on an advantage, but knowing when to use it. But yeah… I’ve been refining my technique. I have no intention of repeating the same mistakes."

"Sounds like we’re about to see an even more lethal Cloud in battle!"

Fighter 62: Corrin

"I'm honored to be back," Corrin said with a calm smile. "Last time, I felt like I arrived too late to the event. I'm glad that’s not the case this time!"

"And we're glad you returned!" the announcer exclaimed enthusiastically. "Corrin, you're a unique fighter, with the ability to transform into a dragon and a versatile fighting style that combines swordplay with fierce draconic instincts. In the last edition, you surprised many with your reach and mobility. How do you feel about this new opportunity?"

Corrin nodded gently, placing a hand on her chest.

"Prepared. Last time, I learned a lot from facing warriors of all kinds, and this time I want to make the most of that knowledge."

"That’s what we like to hear! Your ability to switch between sword attacks and dragon transformations makes you an unpredictable opponent. Have you been working on any new strategies for this tournament?"

The half-dragon extended her hand, allowing small scales to appear on her arm before they faded away, demonstrating a more refined control over her power.

"I’ve learned to be more efficient with my attacks and make better use of my transformation. This time, I won’t let anyone catch me off guard."

"Wow! That sounds like we’ll see an even more dangerous Corrin in the arena!"

Fighter 63: Bayonetta

"Oh, of course it’s lovely to be back," the Umbra Witch said in a playful tone. "After all, it seems I left quite the impression when I joined the last tournament."

"And what an impression it was!" the announcer exclaimed with an amused laugh. "Bayonetta, you're one of the most elegant and deadly fighters in the tournament. Your combat style, which blends martial arts with demonic magic, left an unforgettable mark in the previous edition. How do you feel about this new competition?"

Bayonetta snapped her fingers, briefly summoning a pair of purple butterflies around her before resting a hand on her hip with a confident smile.

"Oh, darling, do you really need to ask? I’m more than ready to dance in the arena and make my opponents think twice before challenging me."

"Now that’s confidence! We know your ability to slow time with Witch Time and your fluid combos make you a fearsome rival. Have you been preparing anything new for this edition?"

Bayonetta adjusted her glasses and let out a small laugh.

"Let’s just say I’ve perfected a few moves and fine-tuned my summons. It wouldn’t be fun if everything were predictable, now would it?"

"Definitely not! More than a few competitors will need to watch out for your spells and lethal moves."

The Umbra Witch spun gracefully on her heels before blowing a kiss into the air.

"I just hope they can keep up with me."

"Now that’s a challenge! We can’t wait to see you in action, Bayonetta!"

Fighter 64: Inkling

"Oh, it looks like only the new fighters are left to introduce," the announcer pointed out upon noticing the Inkling with orange hair enter the room, making strange sounds that no one could understand. "In that case, welcome, Inkling! You come straight from the world of Splatoon, where ink battles are an everyday occurrence. But here in Smash Bros., the rules are a little different. How do you feel about entering this competition?"

The Inkling tilted her head curiously, flashing a big smile. Though her language was incomprehensible to most present, her energy spoke for itself. With a swift movement, she pulled out her Splattershot and aimed at the ground, spraying a small amount of orange ink as a demonstration.

"Brrrah!" she exclaimed excitedly, making a victory pose.

The announcer chuckled.

"Well, that sounds like confidence! We know you have a unique fighting style, combining agility with ink-based attacks. Your ability to move quickly across ink-covered ground gives you an incredible advantage. Do you think the other fighters will be able to keep up with you?"

The Inkling placed a hand on her chin in a thoughtful gesture before letting out a teasing giggle. Then, with a swift motion, she pulled out an Ink Roller and dragged it across the floor in a challenging manner.

"Woomy!" she shouted enthusiastically.

"Now that is a statement of intent! It’s clear you're ready to paint the battlefield in true Inkling fashion. And with weapons like the Slosher, the Charger, and devastating Splat Bombs, you're sure to give plenty of fighters a hard time."

Fighter 65: Ridley

The commander of the Space Pirates let out a roar so loud that the ground trembled. He was never supposed to join Smash because he was "too big," but… it looks like someone adjusted his size just enough to make him fit.

The announcer swallowed nervously before regaining composure.

"Wow, wow! If there's anyone who can intimidate with sheer presence alone, it's Ridley. Commander of the Space Pirates, feared across the galaxy, and Samus Aran’s arch-nemesis. While many thought we’d never see you in the tournament, here you are. How do you feel about joining the battle?"

Ridley narrowed his eyes and smirked menacingly, revealing his sharp fangs. He couldn’t speak, but it was clear he wasn’t here to make friends. He was probably only here to keep tormenting Samus—because there’s no such thing as traumatizing someone enough.

The announcer shuddered as he noticed Ridley’s piercing gaze, even without direct eye contact, like a predator stalking its prey. Clearing his throat, he tried to continue the interview without trembling too much.

"We know you are one of the most terrifying fighters in this edition. Your speed, ferocity, and brutal attacks make you a threat in any match. What do you have to say to your opponents?"

Ridley spread his massive wings and let out another deafening roar before leaning toward the microphone with a sinister grin. He didn’t need words to make his message clear—no one was safe.

The announcer let out a nervous laugh.

"Well… I think that says it all. With devastating aerial attacks, razor-sharp claws, and the ability to launch your enemies into the air with ease, many fighters will surely fear crossing paths with you in battle."

Fighter 66: Simon

"I don’t fully understand why I’ve been invited to this… tournament," Simon Belmont spoke, arms crossed. "But I’ve seen certain… creatures that I may need to exterminate, for the good of everyone else. I thought I had seen all the evils of this world, but… arriving here for the first time makes me think otherwise."

The announcer nodded, intrigued by the vampire hunter’s seriousness.

"Well, Simon, your arrival is definitely a big surprise for many. You are a legendary warrior, belonging to a long line of monster hunters. With your sacred whip, the Vampire Killer, and your arsenal of secondary weapons, you are more than ready for this tournament. How do you feel about facing opponents who aren’t necessarily creatures of the night?"

Simon closed his eyes for a moment, as if meditating on his answer.

"Every enemy is a threat if underestimated. Whether they are monsters, warriors, or even gods… I will not stop until they fall."

The announcer swallowed hard.

"Now that is determination! Your fighting style is unique in this tournament. Your long-range attacks with the Vampire Killer and the use of tools like crosses, axes, and holy water make you an unpredictable fighter. Do you have any strategy in mind for the competition?"

Simon raised his whip and cracked it in the air with lethal precision.

"Keep my distance when necessary, strike with force when the opportunity arises. But above all… make sure any dark creature I find here doesn’t leave alive."

The announcer laughed nervously.

"Well, well… looks like some fighters should start getting worried. Welcome to the tournament, Simon! We’re excited to see what you can do."

Fighter 66Ԑ: Richter

"Honestly, I don’t know what Smash Bros. is," the young Belmont admitted. "But some people have been kind enough to guide me a little as one of the newcomers. That said, I’m surprised that one of my ancestors is also part of the tournament. I just hope it doesn’t make him uncomfortable… or that this is any weirder than it already is."

"Well, Richter! You might not be completely familiar with Smash Bros., but what we do know is that you come from a prestigious line of monster hunters and that your combat skills are undeniable. Your fighting style is similar to Simon’s, but with a bit more agility and finesse. How do you feel about entering the battle?"

Richter crossed his arms and smiled confidently.

"I guess it’s a good opportunity to test my skills against all kinds of fighters. I’ve faced vampires, demons, and all sorts of horrors, so this shouldn’t be too different."

"Now that’s the spirit of a true Belmont! Your handling of the Vampire Killer is impressive, and by combining it with tools like the throwing cross, axe, and holy water, you’ll surely give plenty of opponents a tough time. Do you have any particular strategy for this tournament?"

Richter twirled his whip effortlessly before answering.

"Keep moving. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my battles, it’s that the key isn’t just in attacking, but in knowing when and how to move. And if that doesn’t work, well… I can always make my enemies feel the full power of the Vampire Killer up close."

The announcer chuckled.

"Sounds like no one will want to let their guard down around you! And tell me, how do you feel about seeing Simon in this tournament? After all, it’s not every day you find yourself competing alongside an ancestor."

Richter glanced sideways at Simon, who stood with arms crossed, watching the conversation with a serious expression.

"It’s… weird, I won’t lie. But if there’s one thing we Belmonts are used to, it’s surprises. I guess this is just another one."

"Well, it will certainly be a surprise to see both Belmonts in action! Welcome to the tournament, Richter!"

Fighter 67: King K. Rool

"About time you invited me!" exclaimed the King of the Kremlings with a wide grin. "Those Kong idiots thought they could have fun without me. Ha! Not this time. Now that I've finally joined Smash Bros., I'll make sure they don't forget about me so easily."

"And you've certainly arrived with quite the attitude! King K. Rool, you're Donkey Kong's eternal rival and have proven to be a relentless foe on multiple occasions. Your brute strength, arsenal of attacks, and resilience make you a dangerous fighter. How do you feel about finally joining the battle?"

The Kremling king puffed out his chest and let out a boisterous laugh, proudly smacking his belly.

"I feel like a true king! For so long, I had to watch those apes take all the glory, but now... now the tide turns in my favor!"

"Well... that remains to be seen. We know you're a versatile fighter, with powerful attacks, projectiles, and even a belly armor that makes you more resistant. Do you have any strategy in mind to crush your rivals?"

K. Rool narrowed his eyes with a sly grin.

"Strategy, you say... Bah, who needs that? You just have to dominate with sheer brute force! Between cannon blasts, charges, and a few surprises up my sleeve, there won't be anyone left standing to challenge my reign."

"Now that's confidence! But tell me, what do you think about Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong also being in the tournament?"

K. Rool's grin widened even more, baring his fangs.

"Ha! Even better! Nothing will bring me more pleasure than defeating those two in front of everyone. After all these years, the time has come for K. Rool to rule the competition."

"Well, it looks like the arena will witness a true battle of titans! Welcome to the tournament, King K. Rool!"

Fighter 68: Isabelle

The seat where the young assistant was supposed to be was empty, puzzling the announcer.

"Uh... where's Isabelle?" he asked, moving the camera that was supposed to be filming her to try and find her.

"Sorry! I'll be there in a moment!" Isabelle’s voice called from behind, and the announcer turned the camera to find her reorganizing a stack of books on a bookshelf in the room—not just by color but also alphabetically, from what he could tell.

"...What are you doing?"

"Reorganizing!" the cheerful dog replied, moving so quickly to another part of the room that she almost matched Sonic’s speed.

The announcer shifted the camera again, now pointing at Isabelle as she sorted through several rows of papers on a desk.

"Isabelle, why are you...?"

"It calms me!" Isabelle abruptly interrupted, still focused on her task. "When I'm too nervous, I try to distract my mind with tasks to keep my thoughts in order and not mess up. It works when I help the Mayor with his duties!"

"Mayor? Oh, you mean the Villager! So I guess you're nervous about being invited to Smash Bros. out of nowhere. I mean, this is your first tournament..."

"Yes!" Isabelle admitted with a nervous giggle while continuing to organize the papers. "I really didn't expect something like this. I'm more used to helping with town administration, planning events, and, well, keeping everything in order! But fighting in a tournament like this is completely different!"

The announcer chuckled, entertained by her boundless energy.

"Well, that’s true, but we’ve also seen that despite your adorable appearance, you have a pretty unique fighting style. You use everyday tools like fishing rods, traps, and even balloons to confuse your opponents. Do you have any strategy in mind for this tournament?"

Isabelle finally stopped reorganizing and took a moment to think.

"Hmm… well, I guess I'll just try to do my best without bothering anyone too much. I don't want to make enemies! But if I have to fight, I'll use everything I know to do it in an orderly and fair way. And, of course, with good manners!"

The announcer chuckled.

"Now that's a unique approach to Smash!"

Fighter 69: Incineroar

"Roar!" the Alolan Pokémon exclaimed with excitement, its "belt" burning even brighter than usual.

"We love seeing you so fired up, Incineroar! We know you're a born fighter and that every battle is a spectacle for you. How do you feel about being in Smash Bros. and proving your strength in this arena?"

Incineroar slammed its fist into the palm of its other hand and then pointed at the camera with a defiant expression.

"Roooaaar!"

"Haha! That’s what we like to hear! You're a Pokémon with a unique fighting style, inspired by professional wrestling. Your moves are powerful, featuring grapples, slams, and counterattacks that can shake any opponent. Do you have any special strategy for this tournament?"

The feline Pokémon flexed its arms, showing off its muscular build, then struck a dramatic pose, as if expecting an ovation from an imaginary crowd.

"Roooooar!"

"Haha, it's clear that you plan to put on quite the show!"

Fighter 70: Piranha Plant

A Piranha Plant was sitting there, seemingly able to use its roots as tiny legs to move around. That being said... why is there a freaking plant in the roster?

Mario and Bowser, who had decided to enter alongside the plant just in case, were sitting on opposite sides of it. While the plant itself seemed to be grinning in amusement at their reactions, both Mario and Bowser were still trying to process how they had even gotten to this point.

"...Bowser..." Mario began slowly, running a hand down his face in exasperation. "Why is there a Piranha Plant competing?"

"...You know, I usually enjoy seeing you irritated, but I have to agree with you on this one..." admitted the Koopa King, clasping his hands together. "I don’t understand how one of my plants ended up as a fighter in this place..."

"Uh... well, this is certainly a surprise," the announcer commented before clearing his throat. "Let’s give a warm welcome to Fighter 70, Piranha Plant!" he announced, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Piranha Plant excitedly waved its leaves and snapped at the air a few times, as if showcasing its skills.

Mario sighed, still trying to wrap his head around the situation.

"Mamma mia... this has to be a joke."

Bowser, on the other hand, crossed his arms and grunted.

"Look, I won’t complain if one of my own creations manages to stand out in Smash, but still... really? A Piranha Plant? Weren’t there better options?"

Piranha Plant hissed indignantly and slammed the ground with its pot, which didn’t crack or even get scratched from the impact.

The announcer, trying to maintain professionalism, cleared his throat.

"Well, Piranha Plant, you've certainly surprised everyone with your inclusion in the tournament. We know you have a unique fighting style, with quick bites, powerful pot slams, and even the ability to shoot spiky balls. Do you have any strategy in mind?"

Piranha Plant leaned forward, sticking out its enormous tongue as if mocking the question. Then, with a swift motion, it spun around and launched a spiked ball to the side, hitting a padded panel in the room.

"Whoa! Now that was a display of power!" the announcer exclaimed, impressed. "It looks like you’re not planning to hold back in this tournament."

Mario shook his head.

"This is ridiculous..."

Bowser burst into laughter.

"I’ve changed my mind. I like this Piranha Plant."

Piranha Plant lifted its head proudly, puffing out its chest as if it had just received the highest praise.

Fighter 71: Joker

"Oh, I wasn’t exactly invited. I stole the letter," Ren said with a slightly mischievous smile, holding the white envelope with the red Smash Bros. seal between two fingers. "Either way, this tournament sounded way too interesting to pass up."

"Eh. The rules just say that anyone with a letter can enter. How you got it doesn’t really matter to me," the announcer said indifferently. "So, Ren Amamiya, right? Or as most people know you, Joker. Second-year student at Shujin Academy and leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Welcome to the tournament!"

Joker calmly adjusted his red gloves and set the letter on the table with a casual gesture.

"Thanks. Though, to be honest, I’m not used to participating in events this… public."

"Well, this tournament is the greatest combat spectacle there is!" the announcer exclaimed. "And from what we know, you’ve got all the skills to stand out. You’re a swift fighter, with impressive reflexes and combat skills that put many to shame. Plus, you have an ace up your sleeve… or should I say, a Persona?"

Joker smirked slightly and adjusted his mask.

"It never hurts to have powerful allies."

"Exactly! Arsène is a great battle partner, boosting your power and giving you devastating attacks. Not to mention, you’re an expert at dodging and counterattacking with surgical precision. Do you have any special strategies for this tournament?"

Joker crossed his arms and looked at the camera with confidence.

"Observe, analyze, and act at the right moment. Patience is key—just like in a good heist."

"Now that sounds intriguing! And tell me, how do you feel about facing opponents from completely different worlds?"

Joker rested a hand on his hip and tilted his head with a grin.

"Well, if I’ve handled demons, gods, and distorted realities… I doubt anything here will surprise me too much."

The announcer chuckled before pausing for a moment, furrowing his brows.

"Huh… is it just me, or does your voice sound terribly familiar?"

Joker merely smirked, keeping his silence.

"Meh. Must be my imagination."

Fighter 72: Hero/The Luminary

"I’ve never been in a tournament before," Eleven—better known as Hero or The Luminary—confessed. "Generally, I fight more for self-defense than for fun. Still, I hope I can live up to this event."

"That’s the spirit of a true hero!" the announcer exclaimed enthusiastically. "After all, this tournament is full of fighters eager to prove their strength and skills, and you certainly have a lot to offer!"

The Luminary nodded silently, his expression calm yet determined. With one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, he exuded a serene yet imposing presence, fitting for a warrior destined for greatness.

"We know you come from a world where magic and legends are part of everyday life," the announcer continued. "You’re the chosen one, meant to face darkness and save your kingdom. But here in Smash Bros., you’ll find completely different challenges. How do you think you’ll adapt?"

The Luminary glanced around, as if analyzing the environment, before responding with quiet resolve.

"The challenges may be different, but the goal remains the same: fight with honor and do what is right."

"Well said! And let’s not forget that you have an impressive arsenal of spells. From casting powerful lightning strikes to temporarily turning into metal, you’re a highly versatile fighter!"

Hero took out his grimoire, flipping through its pages with a practiced motion as if reviewing his options. Then, with quiet determination, he closed it.

"One must always be prepared."

"We love that mindset!" the announcer said, clearly excited.

Fighter 73: Banjo & Kazooie

"Guh-huh! It’s a pleasure to finally be here!" Banjo said excitedly.

"Yeah! Took them long enough to invite us to the party!" Kazooie added, her tone annoyed, though she couldn’t help but smile slightly.

"Better late than never!" the announcer exclaimed. "Welcome to Smash, Banjo and Kazooie! Your first tournament—and the biggest one at that!"

Banjo nodded eagerly, adjusting his backpack, where Kazooie nestled herself in with a confident air.

"Yeah, yeah, the biggest," the bird said with a sarcastic tone. "Though the competition doesn’t seem that tough… I mean, a Piranha Plant? Seriously?"

"Well, Smash Bros. is always full of surprises! But let’s talk about you two: you’re an iconic duo with a fighting style based on teamwork. How do you plan on facing the other fighters?"

Banjo placed a paw on his chin, thoughtful.

"Well, I think we’ll use our mix of strength and cleverness to find the best strategy in each battle," he said in his usual friendly tone.

Kazooie, however, rolled her eyes.

"Bah, I just plan to attack nonstop until someone goes flying."

The announcer burst into laughter.

"That’s a pretty aggressive approach! But there’s no denying your move set is impressive. From the Wonderwing to the Beak Buster, you’ve got plenty of ways to catch opponents off guard."

Kazooie puffed out her chest with pride.

"Obviously. And if anyone thinks they can beat us easily, they can go ahead and try. I’ll make them spit feathers!"

Banjo smiled calmly.

"We just hope to put on a good show and have fun along the way."

"That’s the spirit!" the announcer cheered.

Fighter 74: Terry

"Ha! I never turn down a good fight, no matter the tournament," Terry Bogard said confidently, arms crossed. "Line up anyone who thinks they can take me! The great Terry Bogard hasn’t fallen yet, and I won’t be losing in my first Smash tournament— or whatever it’s called!"

"That’s the attitude we love to see!" the announcer exclaimed excitedly. "Terry Bogard, the lone wolf, the icon of Fatal Fury, and the king of street fights. Welcome to Smash Bros.!"

Terry adjusted his red cap with a confident grin.

"Thanks, buddy. There’s no better way to test my strength than in a tournament with the world’s best fighters."

"And you’ll be up against all kinds of opponents. We’ve got legendary warriors, battle-hardened veterans, and… well, a Piranha Plant!"

Terry burst into laughter.

"Ha! As long as they can throw a good punch, I don’t care who my opponent is."

"That’s the spirit of a true fighter! Speaking of which, let’s talk about your fighting style. You’re an expert in martial arts and street combat, with powerful special moves like the Burn Knuckle and Power Geyser. Not to mention, when you’re at the brink of defeat, you unleash your true potential with even more devastating attacks!"

Terry nodded and gave a thumbs-up.

"That’s right! No matter how tough the fight gets, I’ve always got a trick up my sleeve. I never give up until the last second!"

"That’s exactly what we want to see in Smash Bros.!"

Fighter 75: Byleth

"I'm honestly relieved that the fighters were more welcoming than the audience," Byleth admitted with a slightly nervous smile. "I was convinced they would take back my invitation to such an important event."

"Yeah, the audience was... a bit rough on you, but it's good to know the fighters made you feel welcome, Byleth," the announcer said in a sympathetic tone.

"I suppose it's not easy being the newcomer in a tournament full of legends," Byleth continued, crossing her arms. "But I've learned not to worry too much about what others think. I'd rather prove my worth through actions, not words."

"That's the mindset of a true warrior!" the announcer exclaimed. "And, well, it's not like you're new to combat. You're an exceptional strategist and a formidable swordswoman. Not to mention, your arsenal includes more than just a sword."

Byleth nodded and, with a swift motion, materialized the Sword of the Creator in her hand.

"In war, one must be versatile. That's why I wield multiple weapons: a lance, a bow, and an axe. Choosing the right tool for each situation is key in battle."

"Exactly! And your skill with the Sword of the Creator gives you impressive reach. Not many can boast wielding such a unique weapon."

"It's not just a weapon," Byleth corrected with a faint smile. "It's a symbol. It represents the destiny I've accepted and the path I've chosen to follow."

"So, what do you hope to achieve in this tournament?"

Byleth looked at the camera seriously.

"I'm not here for glory or recognition. I just want to fight with honor and learn from each battle. If by the end of the tournament I'm a stronger warrior than when I started, then I'll have achieved my goal."

"A spirit worthy of a true champion! With that mentality, you're bound to leave your mark on Smash Bros.!"

Fighter 76: Min Min

"It's amazing to be here!" the girl exclaimed happily, clasping her hands together. "I fight against people with the same abilities as mine every day. Facing fighters with skills that can put me in a tough spot is just the change of pace I need!"

"That's the right attitude!" the announcer said enthusiastically. "Min Min, the ramen brawler and Grand Prix champion of ARMS. Welcome to the Smash Bros. tournament!"

Min Min smiled and adjusted her cap with her family restaurant’s logo.

"Thank you. It's an honor to be here. Though I have to admit, when I first got the invitation, I thought it was a joke."

"Well, it's not! And here you are, ready to prove that ARMS fighters can compete with the best. Your fighting style is unique in Smash, with extendable arms that let you maintain distance and pressure your opponents. How do you think you'll adapt to the tournament's pace?"

Min Min crossed her arms, thoughtful.

"It's true that I have a reach advantage, but I also know that many fighters here can close the gap in the blink of an eye. I'll have to stay alert and use my speed to keep them at bay."

"Good strategy! Plus, you can switch between different types of fists mid-battle. The Dragon, the Megawatt, and the Ramram give you a lot of versatility. Do you have a favorite?"

Min Min smirked playfully.

"The Dragon is the most balanced, but the Megawatt is perfect for finishing off weakened opponents. Though the Ramram is also useful against those who dodge too much. It’ll depend on the situation."

"That sounds promising! And one last question: do you plan to celebrate each victory with a good bowl of ramen?"

Min Min let out a small laugh.

"Of course! Nothing beats a good bowl of ramen after an intense fight. And if I win the tournament… well, maybe I'll treat everyone to a big feast."

"That sounds like one more reason to root for you!"

Fighter 77: Steve

For once, the announcer was at a loss for words. At first, he thought it was some kind of joke that such an odd character as Steve had been invited to the tournament. But when he saw that Steve wasn’t leaving and was still trying—unsuccessfully—to mine the chair he was supposed to sit on, he realized it wasn’t.

"Uh… Steve, right?" the announcer said, trying to process the scene. "I guess… welcome to the Smash Bros. tournament."

Steve stopped mining the chair with his iron pickaxe and looked at the announcer with his completely neutral expression. Then, he pulled a dirt block out of nowhere and placed it on the table.

"Uh… is this a gift?" the announcer asked, somewhat confused.

Steve didn't respond. He simply pulled out another block, this time stone, and placed it on top of the dirt one. Then, another one, made of wood.

"Oh, I see. You're showing us how your abilities work?"

Steve nodded slightly, though his expression remained unchanged.

"Well, we have to admit you're a pretty… unique fighter. You can build structures mid-battle, mine resources, and even craft stronger tools. That's something we've never seen in Smash Bros. before!"

Steve pulled out a crafting table and started working on it, a faint glow appearing before he produced a diamond sword. Then, he looked at the announcer in silence.

"Whoa! So you can upgrade your gear during battle. That’ll definitely give you an edge against unsuspecting opponents!"

Steve placed a bed on the ground and lay on it for a few seconds before suddenly standing up.

The announcer let out a nervous laugh.

"Uh, well… looks like you can also take a break when you need to. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Steve, but in this tournament, there’s no day and night cycle…"

Steve simply pulled out a bucket of lava and poured it onto the table.

"WHOA! Okay, okay! You definitely have some creative ways to fight! Before you burn the whole studio down… tell me, what are you hoping to get out of this tournament?"

Steve stood still for a moment. Then, he pulled out a sign and quickly wrote on it before turning it around to show the message:

"Diamonds."

"HAHAHA! Well, at least you've got your priorities straight. Welcome to Smash Bros., Steve! And please, don’t put TNT in the arena!"

Steve glanced at the speaker the announcer was talking through… and slowly put away the TNT he was already holding.

Fighter 78: Sephiroth

"Oh, the tournament is not the reason I came," commented the One-Winged Angel with a sinister smile. "An opportunity to torment Cloud is something I simply cannot pass up."

"Sephiroth," the announcer said in a tone that mixed respect with nervousness. "The fallen SOLDIER who lost his sanity. You've come to Smash Bros. just to continue tormenting Cloud, but more than a few fighters seem eager to test their strength against you."

"That is irrelevant," Sephiroth replied, his tone serene yet menacing. "It doesn't matter who stands in my way. There is only one person in this tournament who truly interests me."

"Uh... I see. Well, there's no doubt that your presence here has made a huge impact. You are one of the most feared villains of all time and wield one of the longest swords ever seen in Smash. How do you think your fighting style will adapt to this tournament?"

Sephiroth closed his eyes for a moment, as if the question barely interested him.

"My strength is beyond the comprehension of most of these fighters. No matter how many powers they possess or what abilities they wield… despair is inevitable."

The announcer felt a chill run down his spine but decided to keep his composure.

"And speaking of despair... Your ability to enter a winged state when at a disadvantage is certainly terrifying. Would you say that gives you an even greater edge over your opponents?"

Sephiroth smirked almost amusedly.

"Disadvantage? What a naïve concept. There is not a single moment when I am at a disadvantage. The only difference is how much effort I decide to put in."

"Wow, that's some confidence!" The announcer tried to laugh, but it came out a bit nervous. "You also have devastating attacks like Flare, Gigaflare, and of course… Supernova. Can you tell us a bit about that last technique?"

The warrior lifted his chin slightly, his eyes glowing with a cold light.

"Supernova is the end of hope. A spectacle of absolute destruction that plunges opponents into chaos and torment. How many can say they've witnessed the destruction of a universe and lived to tell the tale?"

"T-That's... pretty intense."

Sephiroth tilted his head slightly.

"Intense... is far too mild a word to describe true despair."

Fighters 79 & 80: Pyra/Mythra

"It's truly an honor to be included in such a special tournament," Pyra said with a small smile. "It just leaves a bit of a bitter taste knowing that Rex feels somewhat left out, considering he only appears for our Final Smash."

Soon, Pyra's body glowed, and the red-haired girl in red attire was replaced by a long-haired blonde dressed in white, who slouched into the chair much more casually than Pyra's formal posture.

"Ha! I was sure the poor guy was going to burst into tears," Mythra commented with a smug grin. "Oh well, an appearance is better than nothing, right?"

"Incredible! The Aegis Blades in person! Pyra and Mythra, two sides of the same coin. You bring a highly versatile fighting style to the tournament, switching between Pyra’s power and Mythra’s speed. How do you think that will benefit you in the competition?"

Pyra took control and placed a hand on her chest, smiling kindly.

"I think our ability to switch allows us to adapt to many situations. If I need more attack power, I can fight as Pyra, and if speed is the key, Mythra takes over."

"Exactly!" Mythra interrupted, abruptly taking control and crossing her arms confidently. "While Pyra is better at finishing off opponents, I can apply pressure with quick attacks and dodge more easily. Basically, we’ve got the best of both worlds."

"That sounds like a huge advantage!" the announcer said enthusiastically. "Now, as for your Final Smash... it looks like Rex isn't completely left behind! How do you feel about sharing that technique with him?"

Pyra took over again and smiled nostalgically.

"It's comforting to know he's still part of this. After all, he's the one who helped us get here."

Then, Mythra switched back and shrugged.

"Eh, I guess it's fine. Though I would've liked him to be more involved in combat. But hey, at least he’s not at home sulking about not being invited."

"I'm sure he understands."

Fighter 81: Kazuya

"I'm here to gain more power," Kazuya said, crossing his arms with a sinister smile. "Fighting is merely a means to an end."

"Wow, what a statement!" the announcer said, slightly unsettled by Kazuya’s cold tone. "You come from one of the most legendary fighting game sagas, Tekken, and your combat style is both brutal and technical. How do you think you'll adapt to an environment like Smash Bros.?"

Kazuya closed his eyes for a moment before answering in his deep, assured voice.

"I don't need to adapt. The others will have to adapt to me."

The announcer let out a nervous chuckle.

"Uh... well, it's true that you have one of the most devastating offensive styles in the tournament! Each of your strikes can send an opponent flying with ease! And that's not to mention your ability to transform into your demonic form."

Kazuya smirked slightly, opening one eye with an intimidating red glow.

"The power of the Devil is not something just anyone can wield. Those who stand in my way will learn the true meaning of defeat."

"Yikes! That sounds... intense. You're also known for throwing your enemies off cliffs. Should we be worried that you'll try to do the same here?"

"If someone is weak enough to fall, that's not my problem."

"Well, well... there's no doubt you'll be a fearsome opponent."

Fighter 82: Sora

"Incredible!" the announcer exclaimed upon seeing who the final fighter was. "After so many years trying to find you and bring you here... you've finally arrived, Sora!"

The wielder of the Kingdom Key rested his Keyblade on his shoulders with a wide grin.

"It's really a pleasure to be here," Sora said. "Sorry it took me so long to get here, but... I guess there were certain problems that made me a difficult contestant to reach."

"Don't worry, the important thing is that you're finally here!" the announcer said excitedly. "You're the last fighter to join this incredible tournament, and fans have been waiting for your arrival for years. How does it feel to be part of Smash Bros.?"

Sora spun his Keyblade effortlessly before resting it on his shoulder.

"It's exciting! I've always liked the idea of facing off against great heroes and warriors from different worlds. Besides, this feels like a brand-new adventure, and I never turn down a good adventure."

"That's the spirit! Speaking of adventures, you're known for your incredible combat skills, combining fluid aerial attacks, powerful magic, and of course, your Keyblade. How do you think your fighting style will compare to the other competitors here?"

Sora placed a hand on his chin, thoughtful.

"Well, I've fought all kinds of enemies—sorcerers, swordsmen, massive creatures... I think my ability to adapt will help me a lot here. Plus, my aerial mobility gives me an advantage in many matchups."

"Definitely!" the announcer nodded. "And let's talk about your magic. You can use Fire, Thunder, and Blizzard to attack your opponents in different ways. Do you have a favorite spell?"

Sora smiled.

"It depends on the situation. Thunder is great for disrupting multiple enemies at once, Fire helps me keep up the pressure, and Blizzard can freeze my opponents, giving me the upper hand. I guess I'll use all of them as needed."

"Smart strategy! And of course, we can't forget your Final Smash. You bring with you the iconic Keyhole Closure!"

Sora nodded excitedly.

"Yeah, it's a very special technique for me. Sealing away the darkness is part of my mission, after all."

"That's true! And before we wrap things up, I have to ask... do you miss Donald and Goofy?"

Sora let out a small laugh and nodded.

"Of course. They've always been with me in every battle. But I know they're cheering me on from wherever they are."

"I'm sure they are! Well, Sora, it's an honor to have you here. Welcome to Smash Bros.!"

Once Sora left the room, the announcer sighed in relief.

"Alright, that was the last one... Eighty-nine interviews in a single day... This is too much for anyone," he murmured, stretching his arms and letting his notebook papers fall onto the table. "Oh well. Now that everyone’s here, the real fun begins!"

Unbeknownst to him, however, the announcer was being watched from another room by two floating, gloved hands—Master Hand, the composed right hand, and Crazy Hand, the erratic left. The two hands exchanged glances and laughed before vanishing with a snap...

End of Chapter 1.