First attempt at this type of thing.
(You were always somewhat confused.)
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You choose. One out of three. This is what determines how the rest of your life will play out, and the decision rests heavily on your shoulders.
They tell you that, but to be honest, though, you have to admit that somehow, you know everything that you will do, like you're some weird seer from the stories these people call myths. ("Myths?" They're truths!)
Somehow, this doesn't feel like it's the first time you've done this.
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You stride into the tall grass, full of purpose, full of you know what to do. You scour the area for one particular Pokémon, one that only shows up here, and when you finally find it, you aren't very surprised.
You also aren't surprised that you aren't surprised (which, for some reason, makes you surprised, somewhere deep down inside of you).
.-.
You win battles easily, no matter who it's against; regular trainers, crime syndicate members, gym leaders, and your rival all pose no threat. It's like you know what moves they're going to shout, what tactics they're going to use, before you even start battling, and your foresight doesn't make you disoriented (you are shaken, you wonder if you can trust, if you can put your faith in whatever this is).
The only people who scare you are the Elite Four, and even they aren't all that intimidating. You're just not sure if your strategy for your team members this time around (whatever that means) is completely foolproof.
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When you lose, you voice out a "why," a "how." Part of you wonders about what miscalculations you made. (Part of you wonders why you didn't take notice of how your Pokémon were positioned, how their Pokémon were positioned, how your attack was going to miss no matter what, how their attack would be fully capable of sending your last hope to the Nurse at the Center. You wonder why, why, why you didn't think to call out a different move,)
.-.-.
You win (and you wonder why you still don't feel completely satisfied, even when you're here.).