Here's the update you guys have been begging for!

Disclaimer: I don't own FE, 'nuff said.

Robin walked through the town in awe, to see his face carved on the merchandise being sold in the town. He saw the people dressed in his cloak, like he was some superhero. But he did not have much time to observe everything as he was being pulled by Chromia through the crowds.

"Remind me again why we have to pass by Southtown?"

"To get you a disguise!" Chromia replied, not even looking at him. "Out there, you'll stick out like a sore thumb. Right here, you'll blend right in until we get you disguised."

Robin saw numerous children running by, wearing, one child wearing a cloak similar to Robin's.

"Hey, let's play again!" the child said before pointing to himself. "I get to be Robin!"

"I'm Chrom!" the other child said before pointing to a third child. "You be a Risen!"

"Aw! But why do I have to be a Risen?"

"Too late, here comes Grima! Run!"

The children giggled as they ran away from a large dog, dressed like Grima. Robin looked in awe at everyone dressing up like him, dying their hair white, and even holding replicas of his weapons.

"I see what you mean about Robin fanclubs. But why did you believe me? What sets me apart from these guys?"

"Well…" Chromia said while averting her gaze. "Grandpa told me when I was a kid, that you always got sick whenever you rode a pegasus. So I decided to test that out!"

"That reminds me…" Robin said weakly as he felt his stomach turn. "You owe me a new lunch.."

"I'm a princess, money is no object to me!"

"When it's your parent's money." Robin muttered.

"Grandpa also told me about your habit of muttering." Chromia said with a deadpan. "And your sarcastic remarks."

"Noted." Robin replied with a smirk as they kept walking.

They both stop in the middle of the plaza, where the seemingly endless vending stalls suddenly ended. She then turns to him and says.

"I have to go and find someone. You can enjoy the festival but we meet back here in an hour."

"Don't worry, I won't go too far."

Chromia returns a friendly nod as she disappeared into the crowd. Robin stood idly as he watched the festivities. But he feels someone pull him aside as he suddenly came face to face with an Anna, wearing a cloak that looked liked his cloak. She wore an impressed face as she examined his whole body.

"Wow! Your Robin costume is really on point! The cloak has the correct pattern, your hair style and color are so accurate it hurts! Even your equipment is right! Why don't you join the Robin cosplay contest?"

"Er, I'm not looking to win anything. I just came to enjoy the fair."

"You sure? Not even the Grandmaster Tactics Tournament?"

Robin stopped there. A tactics tournament?

"Tactics Tournament?"

"Yes! Every year we hold a Tactics tournament for those who want to prove their worth as tacticians to the great Grandmaster Robin!"

Robin felt an urge, a deep instinct to participate. His tactical prowess was calling him, beckoning him to show the world what he was capable of. He took a deep breath and asks.

"Where is this tournament?"

"Right this way!"

Robin stood by the arena of the competition. A row of chess tables stood in the arena, with an unusually large amount of space in the arena that was unused or unoccupied. He could see his opponents. Plenty of them were dressed like him, so he wouldn't stand out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this year's Grandmaster Tactics Tournament!"

Everyone surrounding the area cheered.

"For this year, we will be awarding a special prize to the winner of this tournament, so let's meet our contestants!"

Anna then gestures to the line-up of players and then to Robin. The introductions were painfully long, so much so that Robin didn't listen anymore until he heard the announcer.

"Players! You may now sit on your tables!"

He sits on one side and examines the table. This game technology was state of the art. From what he could gather, the chess boards were magical, creating vivid images to simulate battle. Players had to connect to the chess board through their minds to begin playing. Robin remembers the instructions as he touched the chess board and closed his eyes. He could feel the magic flow into him as he was connected to the magical simulation. After connecting to the table he then extends a hand to his opponent.

"May the best man win."

His opponent sneered as they both got ready to fight. Robin sees his set pieces and comes up with a strategy.

"Okay players, YOU MAY BEGIN!"

"I move my left army up to your flanks!" Robin declared as he controlled his army.

"Ha! Ambush! Your left army is immobilized!"

"Then I send my right army!"

"I charge in my left army to hold off your troops!"

"Wow! Looks like our mystery contestant is being held back here!"

Robin then smirked as he then took his remaining units.

"I use my remaining army to charge through the center opening!"

"Whoah! What an amazing move!"

"W-What!? I didn't even notice that!"

"With my cavalry, I outflank both of your armies." Robin said while moving the other pieces.

"I-I send in my cavalry to destroy yours!"

"I retreat my cavalry behind the spearmen!"

"No! My cavalry!" the opponent cried as his pieces were taken from the table.

"And with that, I charge in my cavalry to your general, checkmate."

"Wow! In an amazing twist, our mystery contestant has beaten his first opponent!"

"That was surprisingly easy… I wonder what else is in store for this tournament."

"How did I lose!?" the contestant cried. "I read all nine treatises of tactics written by Robin himself!"

"Wait a minute, I've never written a book in my life! Looks like he got ripped off. Poor guy."

Robin stretched as he awaited the rest of the tournament. He decided to leave a little advice to his opponent.

"Don't be so gung-ho with your units, be a little conservative in your attacks so that you won't leave yourself open."

The opponent stared at him blankly for a moment, before leaving the table, leaving it open for the next contestant.

As the monotony for the whole tournament, Robin pulls off amazing tactical moves that leave his opponents stunned. The crowd grows increasingly interested in Robin as he made many interesting moves. Robin had gone through the competition without much difficulty, his opponents made many tactical errors that Robin easily exploited. Robin could remember the pieces of advice he gave to his opponents.

"Don't be so passive, otherwise the enemy might outmaneuver you!"

"Hill-camping may be a viable strategy, but not so viable when the enemy has ranged units."

"You underestimated my unit's capabilities, so you held back."

Robin sighed in disappointment as he was expecting the tournament to be a bit more challenging. But these opponents were just poorly copying Robin's tactics, something that Robin could easily counter. He sits quietly as his last opponent comes to the table. He wore a hood and mask, hiding his face, though the stranger's figure indicated that the stranger was female. Robin cracked his knuckles and extends a hand to his opponent.

"May the best man win." Robin said again.

"Good luck to you as well."

Robin returned the greeting with a friendly nod as he concentrated on the battlefield, with the announcer shouting.

"This is the final match! Anonymous vs last year's champion, Marc!"

Robin was quite surprised, his opponent, Marc managed to deal with his tactical maneuvers and was able to deliver an equal amount of damage to Robin. Robin realizes how serious he had to be as he came up with a plan. His opponent currently had him on the defense, dealing devastating damage to his lines. Robin slowly maneuvers his cavalry to guard his flanks. Marc responds by sending forward her spearmen to the back lines. Robin then sees the opening and moves his cavalry through the opening and charge the missile units. Though he was able to cripple the ranged units of his opponent, Marc's cavalry was able to catch up to him before he could attack the general.

"Looks like our champion is putting the mystery opponent on the ropes! Will the stranger make it through okay?"

Though all seemed lost as Robin's army was completely pinned, he smirked, causing Marc to wonder.

"I have you on the ropes, yet you seem so confident. Have you accepted your defeat?"

"That's rather presumptuous of you." Robin said. "This was my plan all along. You were so busy concentrating on my cavalry that you had completely ignored my hidden archers!"

Marc's eyes widened as she saw the archers on the side. Robin smirked as he then said.

"I send up my archers to shoot your general from afar!"

"I-I charge my general to prevent your archers from shooting!"

The general rides on horseback and silences a platoon of archers before they could shoot a volley. But the other archers were able to land a few hits on the general. Robin's opponent then moves up her general to take out Robin's archers. But before she could a charge in, Robin's spearman move up and trap the general, defeating his unit and downing the general.

"What happened?"

"You failed to notice that one of my units had won an engagement, thus allowing me to use them to protect my archers. You failed to pay attention to the battlefield because you were so fixated on saving your general."

"Don't give me that crap." Marc bluntly replied as she turned her back on him as she left.

Robin was left confused as he watched his opponent walk away, wondering what he did wrong. But the announcer's voice cut off his train of thought.

"Wow! Looks like our mystery contestant has beaten the former champion, making him the new champion of this year's Grandmaster Tactics Tournament!"

Robin smiled as everyone cheered, he had not felt this glory since the Regna Ferox arena fight back in the day. He stands up as the announcer Anna then approaches him.

"Wait a minute champion! You have yet to claim your prize!"

Robin was curious to see what was wrapped in cloth. It looked nearly flat, maybe a frame, or a certificate? Anna unwraps the prize and reveals it to the public. It was a painting, but not just any painting.

"Champion! You have earned merit great enough for Robin's praise!"

"Well duh, I am Robin." Robin thought with amusement.

"And with that, we award you this painting of Robin in battle! Produced by the Shepherd Libra himself, who laid witness to Robin's great prowess in battle!"

Robin returned a smile as he took the painting. Though he seemed happy on the outside, inside, he was deeply confused. The painting was beautiful and well-made, definitely Libra's work. But the picture that Libra had painted was so far from the truth. It showed Robin, bravely fighting off hordes of Risen, his Levin sword sparkling with great vigor. Defending the Shepherds behind him, who were injured and incapacitated.

"No this isn't right!" Robin thought as he stared intensely at the painting.

Robin rarely fought in the front lines, he was usually at the back, giving ranged support to his comrades when they needed it while also managing battlefield tactics. He never fought with his sword unless it was absolutely necessary. The person on this painting wasn't Robin, he was a godly warrior who fought alone, not a tactician who needed his friends to triumph in the face of defeat.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, no. I'm fine, I just… have to go." Robin said as he walked away.

"Wait! How about your awarding?"

"… I'm really sorry."

And with that, Robin ran out of the arena.

Robin brooded at the plaza, waiting for Chromia. He thought that Chromia would be waiting for him already, but she's taking quite a long time to find this person. He looks at the crowd to see the people dressed like him. He sighed at this. The Robin that these people worshipped was nothing but a painted picture. Robin knew for a fact that he wasn't a super godly hero who decimated the battlefield. But before he could continue brooding, he sees a familiar person in the crowd. It was Marc, the woman he beat in combat. He stands up and runs up to her.

"Hey!"

The woman stared at him.

"You remember me right? We fought in the Tactics Tournament!"

"…Yes. What do you want?"

"I just came to tell you that you were amazing. You were really good back there."

"But I still lost." the woman coldly replied.

"Yeah, but still…"

"Look mister, as much as I want to continue this conversation, I really must be going."

And with that, the woman walked away, to only be stopped by a hand pulling on her hood.

"Not so fast Martha!"

Robin could see the girl gulp as the hood revealed her hair, color white. Her hair was spiky and unkempt, much like Robin's, but it longer, making her face look feminine. Robin realized that the girl looked a lot like him, much like how Chromia looked a lot like Chrom.

"Owie! Don't do that Chromia! This cloak costs a fortune! It's not cheap to disguise as Marc you know!"

"Yeah? And what will Uncle Gerome think when he finds out that you snuck out again?"

"No! Please don't tell on me!" Martha pleaded.

Robin stood there idly, witnessing the dynamic duo go at it. It reminded him of his days with Chrom. He stared at the arguing pair blankly as he couldn't get in a word edgewise.

"Uhhh…. Chromia?"

"Whoops, sorry. I got a little sidetracked there." Chromia apologized as she scratched the back of her head.

"Where were you? And who did you find the person you were looking for?"

"Yep, and she's right here!" Chromia said as she pointed to Martha.

"Wait, she was looking for her?"

"Wait, you know this guy Chromia?" Martha asked.

"Sure I do, we met each other back in the field! What's the matter with that?" Chromia wondered.

"He beat me in the tournament a few moments ago!" Martha voiced out in disapproval. "This Robin wannabe even gave me a lecture! The nerve of him!"

"Well, I'm honestly not surprised." Chromia replied.

"Uh… Chromia? Not to be rude, but who exactly is this woman?" Robin asked as he pointed a shaking finger at Martha, who was pouting.

"I thought that you would figure it out by now." Chromia sighed as she then pointed to the girl. "This is Martha! Your granddaughter!"

"What!?" Martha asked as she stared in shock at Robin.

Robin could only sigh as he should have expected his day to get even stranger. But for now, it was nice to know that his tactical prowess ran in the family.

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