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His stay on this world hadn't been too terribly eventful, just completely filled with trying to figure out what was going on. Nothing inside of his memory banks distributed to him by Dr. Stench was aiding him in this endeavor whatsoever. It seemed as though everything that Genos had come to know as reality was being morphed into something completely and utterly different. There was no way he would be able to predict what would happen, no way that he would be able to handle the situation as he normally would - there was nothing to go off of.

And he didn't have his teacher's strength to bust them out of anything that were to go wrong.

The cyborg took in a deep breath, his mechanical lungs happily taking in the oxygen and processing it into a force that could help fuel his energy reserves. Today had been quite a long day, one of the many that he had spent here at the Coliseum; many mysterious creatures that he had initially mistaken for monsters and had attacked had become acquainted with him and his presence wasn't exactly detested, but it probably wasn't completely welcome either.

Every now and again, Genos would come across those creatures that he saw on Earth the day it had vanished, and he would make quick work of them, using his machinery and firepower to destroy any trace of their existence. He had yet to come across any swarms like the one that had overtaken his home - Saitama, too, had been at large throughout all this time. He knew that his master could handle himself with ease, but still, it made some sort of odd anxiety begin to rise up from within his metal gut; he didn't really like.. Being left to his own devices entirely without someone there to keep watch.

The blond male had been staying in a hotel not too far from the Coliseum itself, and he was just leaving it for the day to see if there would be any signs of anyone that he knew from what he now thought of as his past life. Genos was using his black and yellow eyes to scan the area, looking at every living thing he could sense and analyzing them, but coming up with no similarities or matches. He made no noise of disappointment, but she sure did feel it; this was getting old at quite an alarming pace.

His walk had taken him to the heart of this world, the Coliseum itself. He saw that familiar red... Goat thing... And his past "pupil" that had identified himself as "Hercules." Genos didn't think much of them, not even taking the time to scan them, as he had done many times before. Hercules always said how he was a true hero, one that could never be defeated, and it took all of Genos to not muster up a laugh at the mere thought - He didn't want to break the guy's spirit or anything, but there was no way that this "hero" would never be able to stand up to a certain Class B; Hercules would be mere dust by the time Saitama was through with him.

The cyborg stared at the large building in front of him before beginning to walk toward it, the yellow sand leaving imprints of his footsteps. Time to see if there was anything worth while to be examined behind those large doors today.

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"Hmm it seems I am in some sort of arena." Shulk touched the rough stone as he thought more about what to do in his current situation. "A very old ruin like arena too, but it seems to still be in good shape." As Shulk proceeded to the large double doors with monado strapped to his back he felt at an unease which was strange since it usually came with a vision, this time though it didn't and that worried Shulk.

This odd sense led him into he arena where people did battle with those odd creatures that he saw before. Of course all those thoughts were put aside once he saw this newer person. Well he preferred to say person nowadays but Shulk knew from his Technical experience that was a machine or at least part machine, most likely like the Machina. 

Shulk couldn't help himself and approached the man. "Excuse me but I honestly never seen such a well-built frame before, may I ask who designed you? Whoever did this is a genius and deserves praise!" 

"Sorry excuse me for being overly dramatic, I can't help it sometimes when i see machines. My name is Shulk I just arrived here, wherever here is i mean."

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Although his life had been mostly void of monsters for the time being, he was beginning to find that just his existence itself was attracting some attention. A voice filtered in through the quiet, catching his attention; black and yellow eyes shifted to the side to bear witness to another male. The look within his gaze showed signs of excitement, as his sensors could pick up that his heart rate had accelerated.

"I appreciate that." Genos said with a gentle smile, knowing that the Doctor's work would be looked up to wherever he were to go. The old man's sense of engineering and advanced levels of intelligence were things that Genos would never be able to quite understand, but as long as there were parts to allow himself to get fixed up battle after battle, then he would continue to go see the Doctor - as of now, however, he didn't even know if he was still alive. He needed to be careful, then, at least until he found someone who would be able to rebuild him if things went wrong.

"I was built by a man named Dr. Stench; he found me when I was young and on the verge of death. He was able to keep my alive with machinery." Genos always did have the problem of giving people his life story when they hadn't asked for it... "We are in a place called the Olympus Coliseum. Lots of people come here to watch battles in the arena against all sorts of monsters, I've gathered." He explained with a calm, collected voice. The machine took in a deep breath, his parts converting the oxygen around him into energy. He could sense a few people outside of the doors leading to the main arena, giving him the indication that a show was going to be starting in not too long.

Hopefully Hercules would be able to handle it on his own, as of now, without Saitama with him, he was a bit wary stepping into battles. It wasn't that he really cared that much for himself, but that he would no longer be able to be of use to anyone if he were to get himself hurt.

"I'm Genos. I see you have in interested in machines?"

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As Shulk listened to Genos' story with the name Dr. Stench and being rescued as a boy had some similarities to Shulk's own life experiences. Placing a hand on his chin in thought Shulk studied Genos' frame to see the overall quality from just looking at it. The frame itself seemed to have enough power to lift several tons of weight and out-perform any faced mechon with ease. Though it was only conjecture Shulk could easily determine that Genos was not only well built but built with combat in mind. 
Taking himself out of his thoughts Shulk began to admit his love for machinery.

"I've had a passion for machinery and different forms of technology ever since i was child. Granted I had my share of battles against mechanized armies It hasn't deterred me from studying them. I believe the reason behind my passion was originally due to 'The Monado'." Shulk said as he carefully removed the sword off his back. 

"This is the Monado." Shulk said letting Genos take a gander at it. The Monado practically radiated energy so much so it could almost be considered a living entity as if some divine power beyond even Genos was concealed within.

"I would have liked to meet Dr. Stench he sounds like he could have easily figured out the mystery behind the Monado." 

Shulk put the sword back around his back as he studied Genos again.

"From my study of your frame my theories suggest you are an high offensive type but with a stable enough body to last through several battles without injury, even so I theorized that since your frame is not primary in defense it needs some regular repairs to keep in top shape. Genos is Dr. Stench the one that does this for you?"

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Genos had to admit, it was no short of impressive how intuitive this young man seemed to be. He mentioned something that the cyborg had never heard of, and he narrowed his gaze as soon as a sword was presented to him, the one that had been housed behind the other's body. His sensors could pick up a large amount of energy radiating off of it, though it was obviously no organic figure - this was... Peculiar, to say the least. Genos gave a few nods at the mention of how the doctor would be able to figure this out.

The one that built and rebuilt him time and time again was quite the genius, and could have maybe cracked the code to this interested figure - the Class S Hero didn't understand it in the slightest.

"Yes." The cyborg nodded once affirmatively in answer to the question that he was then presented with. As soon as he did so, however, he heard a large crash outside and the roar of a crowd that had formed. He quickly whipped his head around out of instinct, though they were all chanting the name "Hercules" over and over again; the Hero of this place. Saitama would be able to dance circles around him, but he needn't think of that. He could let this "Hercules" have his fame. Genos had yet to come across a reason to step in during the games, as their form of entertainment was usually kept under control, though it was eminent that, one day, he probably would have to help out to keep the civilians safe.

Having only one Hero in the area that could take on things that were presented in the Coliseum was no less than suicide, but Genos wasn't about to make his opinion known to anyone, as he probably wouldn't be shown such kindness anymore.

"I am the student of a man named Saitama, whose power exceeds mine by great lengths." He explained after turning back towards the one he was holding the conversation with. "He is no machine, however; nothing but human. It's still a mystery how.. He is able to maintain his level of strength and perception." As Genos spoke, it was obvious just how puzzled and perturbed he was by it all. "He can destroy everything without so much as a flick of his wrist."

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