Silence. A peace of mind for the people who went to train in the Dojo. A quiet place where smashers come to clear their head and get some adrenaline running, to help them with their upcoming matches no doubt. Bags dangled from the ceiling, low enough where even the youngest smasher could reach It was almost perfect. The only thing the training room was missing was none other than the great Bowser Jr! He made his way down the long corridor to go cheer up the people that waited behind that door. No one should be left too long waiting to be graced with his presence. Engined roared louder than the boy could physically produce.
“Hey chumps! Watch me put you all to shame with this bad boy!”
A sharp claw pointed forward, tires squealing like a pig that was ready to charge! And so it did! Jr rammed the door right open, giving off his amazing introduction that would make Bowser so proud. He was loud, ready to brawl, and had pretty cool timing. When he reached the middle with tire tracks following, Jr’s tiny snout pointed upward to match his pride.
Wait... There was no cheering. No applause to welcome him...What was the big idea? Actually...
Jr cried out in a fit, steam daring to escape from his nostrils do to pure rage! There wasn’t a match and not that many people in the mansion. Or so there wasn’t last time he checked, but there should have definitely been people in the Dojo...The only other person who was here was that near mute, Link. A person that gave him a run for his money in their last few clashing, but that was a few years back. Back when he the first invitation was given.
“Hey, Link! “ He chimed, cruising over with his claw tapping the side of copper. “Long time no see! I didn’t even know you made it in yet...Pops told me we were late, so I thought everyone was already here.”
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