Out in the middle of one of Hearthome's parks, a bench sat underneath an old oak tree. It was an old copper bench, it's pealing green paint complimented the much duller green that copper turns when left outside for far too long. And on this bench sat two Pokémon.
The Eevee sat there, paws tucked underneath her chest and her eyes crossed staring at a leave that had landed on her nose. The Pikachu that sat beside her was curled up in a ball, his tail covering his eyes, and soft termers of restful breathing coursed along his back.
"Hey Pikachu," the Eevee started, "I've got a question."
'Sigh, here we go.' "Let me guess," the Pikachu said, the sound muffled by his tail, "you've been pondering it all day."
"Ya and it's reeeeeally been bothering me," said the Eevee still staring at the leaf.
The Pikachu sighed and poked his head up, looking faintly annoyed, "What is it this time?"
"I've been reading the human papers, and I've noticed something," she paused and waited for Pikachu to say 'what'. When this didn't happen she plowed along as she always did, "So far almost every year or two a new champion is crowned in some region or another, and do you know what the odd thing is?" Eevee paused again for emphasis, "It is always a kid about ten or eleven years old, every time! Isn't that weird?"
Pikachu started at her with dull eyes.
"And another thing," Eevee continued, "they only have about a few months of experience, six tops! What do you think causes it?"
Pikachu sat there for a while looking off in the distance at the tops of the city buildings far below the cliff they sat upon. After a moment he answered, "I guess it is because they work so fast. If you wait for several years and then challenge those who are older than you, your Pokémon are also much older, and probably not in top fighting condition."
Eevee pondered this new insight into her trouble some quarry. When Pikachu saw that she wasn't going to continue he let out a soft sigh and lay his head back down and continued his afternoon nap.