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[To put it nicely, Hajime's school spirit is at a minimum. But that's no reason not to show his support for his fellow students, is it? The state of this school hardly falls on any of them. For their sake, he's going to give the most spirited pep talk he can muster on camera!

Wow, look at that, he even hung up a huge banner behind him. Did he make that himse—of course he did, look, don't stare too hard at it, please don't mention the smeared paint and ugly colors, he put his all into it, okay, and it's hanging straight which is all you can really ask for, right?]

Smash Academy! We're well into another semester at this school! I assume you're all beginning to settle in to a new schedule with our new classes. Do your best!

[The best you can, in this school. Truly, he hopes you survive. More importantly, though:]

Beyond academics, however, fall means that the sports seasons are starting anew! Let's all remember to show the Flaming Hobos our greatest support! YOU CAN DO IT, TEAM! GIVE IT ALL YOU'VE GOT HOORAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

As an extra reminder to all students, the cheer squad is always accepting new recruits. Show your passion for your peers, unleash your inner spirit for all the world to see! HRRAAH!

[Hajime's around and about, for general mocking and/or joining.]

1) The aforementioned cheer team has practice every morning before class, should anyone wish to join up or spectate. It involves a lot of screaming and enthusiasm. There's like three people on the team. YEAH!!!

2) When he's not training in the field, he's training in the gym. Hajime's small, but finally getting toned after enough rigorous workouts. All that effort is paying off! But, uh. Wow, that's a lot he's trying to lift, there. Way too much. Like he can't even get it off the ground. What are you doing, kid. Well, have fun with your hernia.

3) And when he's not training in the field or the gym, he's... y'know, around. Staring at people who look sad, hoping they'll ask for help. Pretending he's too polite not to eavesdrop on conversations. Reading a lot. Reading like all the time. Probably reading while walking. Definitely never sleeping. Never ever sleeping.

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For a moment, he'd expected derision, or skepticism. This wasn't a very good school for pacifism, after all. Her reaction was, in small part, a relief. He could accept he made a lot of poor decisions, but this he didn't plan to back down on any time soon.

It only took him a few seconds of catching his breath for him to make up his mind, and follow after her.

"It's always better to have a teacher."

A teacher was something Samus never expected to be, but here was doing doing years of it.

Enter ye stadium, huge and sprawling; somewhere between a baseball stadium and something akin to a Pokemon region, not unlike this only not floating in the air. It could do that too, but for now the floor was a part of the floor and Samus was standing in the middle of it.

"Tell me you've at least visited the stadium before." She was going to give him a crash course in not-fighting, but wondered if she should give him a crash course in anything else like how the podium worked and whatnot.

He nodded, looking around it. "I like to support other students in their training." He wasn't about to judge other students, especially here, for not taking a nonviolent route. Still, it was a little too uncomfortable to consider doing a full cheer routine for fighting, for any number of reasons.

"I've only ever watched, before. This is my first time in... the main ring, I suppose."

"That's one way to put it." Main ring as much as an obstacle course as much as an open field as much as anything he could want. Samus jerked her head as a motion to follow. She made her way to the podium and figured it'd be easier to show than to try and verbalize the stadium's versatility.

"This podium can simulate almost any battle field you can imagine. For example, if you want to utilize platforms in your training..." She pushed a button then scrolled through a selection of tiny little hologram stage previews before selecting one.

The floor of the stadium rumbled and very quickly a life-sized version of that field formed in the stadium. Simulated as it was, if Hajime felt inclined to test it out the rocks and trees would feel as real as any other. Of course, there were also the three floating platforms.

"This one is simple, but other stages come with hazards, like ice, or deep water, or even acid. It's imperative to be able to fight in any condition and to be able to use your environment to your advantage."

It may have felt real in every capacity, and looked real to the average eye, but his vision still picked up the disparity of digital creation.

"Honing your reflexes and awareness for your surroundings as well as against opponents... a survival chamber, beyond simply fighting."

Even with some idea of the stadium's field generating abilities, he hadn't before gotten a proper look at the huge variety available. Even at a glance, some of them looked way too bizarre to imagine a real-world equivalent. Still, he'd seen enough to know he couldn't rule any possibility out.

"Considering the wide range of abilities among students, that can certainly help level out the playing field, I imagine."

"Versatility will be one of your best assets if you intend to never lay a finger on someone else." A good defense and agility wouldn't hurt either, but that would probably be a lesson better learned the hard way, which Samus was getting ready to do.

Content with plain Battlefield, she stepped back into the middle of the stadium and waited for Hajime to follow. A simulated breeze passed through the tree and grass.

"This stadium also provides a multitude of items, weapons, and tools to use at your disposal in a battle, but before we get there I want to see how well you know your own body." No items, three stock, bodies only. Samus didn't strike a pose, didn't poise herself to obviously defend or attack him but stood still and calm. The only challenge proposed was in blue eyes that locked on him with a cold precision.

"How well can you see without your glasses?"

Though her tone was even and her body posture remained casual, Hajime could feel the ramping tension in the air. He couldn't help but hesitate before stepping into the Battlefield. He'd told her he couldn't fight, so what exactly was she expecting...?

With what little he knew of the teacher, he knew better than to leave his guard down, though he didn't really have that much to put up. The widened stance and readied posture fit better to cheering than fighting, but it was what he knew.

"Er... I'm nearsighted. It's not that thick a prescription, but I don't go without."

She nodded, and duly noted to try and not break them. It was unfortunately a challenge for someone like Samus to not break things despite best efforts. Then again, she was all about challenges.

"Your glasses are precious to you, then. Don't let me take them from you." This was how she was going to test him. Once she made that declaration she rolled her shoulders back and started her approach with slow and purposeful strides. Samus was being incredibly straightforward in her approach, reaching out once she was close enough to Hajime with a single hand to try and take them right off his face. If he couldn't dodge a quick jab, then there would be a lot of work to do.

"G-got it."

That slow approach made it all the more nerve wracking; by the time she was still a few paces away, he could feel his heart hammering, and he needed to make conscious effort not to back away, at least for this first step.

He jerked back as she reached out; at least, with such a clear warning of intent, he could manage that much. In an effort to put more space between them, and definitely not a nervous stumble, he backed off some more, jaw set.

That was hardly going to dissuade her. Every step he took back she took forward to close the distance, and worked in with increasingly faster but still relatively easy-to-dodge jabs with her hands.

That would only carry on for so long however until she, with little warning, dropped her her haunches with her leg out-swept for his.

Surely he should have known the more simple rhythm of punch-dodge-punch-dodge would get shaken up sooner or later, but still the sweep caught him off guard.

With a guttural grunt ~~and a big red X~~ Hajime hit the ground hard on his back. Even though he was good at keeping a grounded stance, with that taken away from him he wasn't much for catching himself. It only took a beat for him to roll back up to his feet, though--staying on the ground against her screamed of danger.

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