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How's The Man's Heart Still There?!
How's the man's heart still there?!
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its so wild to see ash's humble beginnings. he woke up late. his starter didnt listen to him. he nearly died right after leaving home for the first time. everyone treated him like a stupid sore loser back then, even professor fucking oak. now hes literally the strongest trainer in the world. a champion, a monarch
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Why Link cant have cool things
(incomplete draft version)
Here's a draft for a project of mine
"So let me see if I understand ya" The red headed blacksmith growled. Link cringed, something deep within him recognized that tone. It was a VERY BAD TONE. "For the last six weeks give or take, you've been travlin 'round Hyrule, rightin' wrongs an all that crap. In that ENTIRE time, ya' barely had weapon last halfa DAY!?" Link flinched at that. Sure, most of the weapons he used broke, but he was a scavenger. He was more than capable of finding suitable replacements. Morpeko sensed his discomfort, because she squeaked her displeasure to the smith while trying to force a seed down Link's mouth. The Blacksmith raised an eyebrow at the little mon but seemed to get the message. He took a calming breath and started again "Alright, so maybe ya can just find whateva ya need if somethin' breaks, but wouldn't it be easier if ya didn't hafta?" The (not yet fully realized) Hero of Wilds felt his mind stall. Not having to look for weapons? That sounded.. how did that sound? Link tried to think of any disadvantage to being able to keep a weapon. He found none. He tried to find any advantage to keeping a weapon long term. He found MANY. "Alright then let's go!" The blacksmith had grabbed Link by the arm a was dragging him along. "Wait a moment dear sir, I must request you release me post haste!" Link protested. The smith (had he ever given up his name? Link did not believe so.) turned to look at him. "Ya know, goin' by tha way ya speak, I'd assume you were a Hylian*. That sorta makes the poor weapon maintenance worse ya know?" The tone had retuned. Link decided it'd be best to just go along with it for now. "Raboot, Armarouge, let us follow the smithy for the moment." His two comrades looked at each other, shrugged then followed. On his shoulder, Morpeko rubbed her cheek against his, sending a calming jolt of static across his face.
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