Since my trials are coming up, I am going to be taking a break from writing this fic.

I give you this chapter as my parting gift..., at least for a little while anyway.

Arigatou for understanding.


As Seishiro and his three companions, who were in their Pokeballs save for Noctis, got closer and closer to their destination, Seishiro suddenly remembered a conversation he had with his Grandfather just a few days before the elder's death.

A nine-year-old Seishiro sighed vehemently and glared at the target. He gripped his yumi(1) tightly but forced himself to relax and assess the situation. He had shot five arrows at the target but they did not even strike the outermost circle. Normally Seishiro was very good at archery. The fact that he had won ten archery competitions spoke for itself. However, for some inexplicable reason, he just could not concentrate. He was not even sick but his aim was bad, even worse than a beginner. Once again forcing himself to relax, he took a couple a deep breaths before picking out another arrow from the carrier that was strapped on his thigh. Placing the arrow into its usual postion, he drew and narrowed his eyes at the target.

"Ah, there you are Seishiro," a voice sounded from behind the boy.

Seishiro was startled but loosed the arrow anyway. Though his arm jerked a little, it made a big difference as the arrow shot past the target and embedded itself into a tree. Instead of throwing a tantrum due to having his concentration broken, Seishiro just shut his eyes and sighed exasperatedly before turning around to face the owner of the voice that interrupted him. It turned out to be his grandfather.

"Yes, Grandfather?" he responded in a soft tone.

Seishiro's grandfather smiled at Seishiro before pulling out a tray from behind his back and setting in down on the verandah. The tray supported a pot of tea and two porcelain cups. The elderly man then sat down cross-legged beside the tray, placed some tobacco leaves into the bowl of his kiseru and lighted it up. He enclosed the mouth piece with his lips, sucked and blew a few rings of smoke into the air.

"Would you mind joining me for some tea?" the old man asked Seishiro tenderly.

"Sure, Grandfather," Seishiro said earnestly. He set his yumi against the wall before joining his grandfather on the floor of the verandah, dangling his legs over the edge. Seishiro could have place the bow on the floor but that would be disrespectful in his opinion. He had spent hours making the bow and as this was the case, he treated the object with reverence as he himself would wish to be treated.

Seishiro carefully grasped the handle of the pot and lifted the pot before tilting it to pour some tea into his grandfather's cup. From the aroma, Seishiro guessed that they were having green tea. After filling up his grandfather's cup until the brim, Seishiro started pouring his own cup of tea. Satisfied with the amount of tea in his cup, Seishiro placed the pot back onto the tray before picking up his grandfather's cup and holding it out towards the elderly man, who accepted it with a nod of appreciation. Seishiro then picked up his cup, blew into the tea and slowly sipped the refreshing liquid.

"Seishiro," the old man began as blew a few more rings of smoke into the air, "do you believe in perfection?"

"No," the sapphire-eyed boy answered instantly. "There is no such thing as perfection in this world. Perfection is only reserved to those who created this world. Whether it be humans or Pokemon, they are all flawed, including you and I."

The white-haired man nodded. "Yes," he agreed. "God the Almighty created an imperfect world. Though it can be seen as rather foolish, it is understandable as no creator would want to be rivaled by his creation in terms of purity and existence. He also gave human beings free will as a sign of benevolence. However, it is that sign of benevolence that shall lead this world to ruin."

"What do you mean, Grandfather?" Seishiro wondered aloud.

Seishiro's Grandfather avoided answering that question directly as he said, "There shall be moments in your journey where you shall encounter individuals who dream of altering this world. Some think of doing this for their own selfish ambition while others claim that they are changing the world for the sake of humanity. Whether it is the former or the latter, these individuals are treading on dangerous paths." He coughed a little before continuing, "Therefore, it is up to you to prevent those selfish individuals from realizing their dreams."

"But Grandfather," Seishiro questioned, "if these individuals that you are mentioning are pursuing their dreams for the sake of making the world a better place, wouldn't it be selfish as well for me to bar their path?"

The elderly man smiled at his young charge. "Your questions are always well thought out and meaningful," the white-haired man remarked. "To tell you the truth, I cannot answer your question for you have to find the answer yourself." He then added, "Before that, you must ask yourself this question. Why did God grant us a flawed world instead of a world of perfection?"

Seishiro thought for awhile but ultimately shook his head. "I do not know," he admitted.

"It is because He has faith in us, Seishiro," the green-eyed man answered sincerely. "Our role as the servants of God is to uphold His tenets on this world and make the world bloom prosperously. We were put on this planet to search for happiness in the world and afterlife. By fulfilling our duties, we shall attain true happiness when we return to our rightful home. If you allow those individuals to roam freely, then all His faith in us would have amounted to nothing. The world shall truly crumble to dust."

Seishiro said nothing as he sipped his warm tea, pondering about his grandfather's words. A gentle breeze blew across the verandah, swaying his hair and caressing his soft, peach-coloured skin.

"Ah, it would seem that the parishioner has arrived," Seishiro's grandfather announced suddenly. The old took another puff of smoke before standing up. He asked, "Would you mind cleaning this up when you're done? It would be rude if I were to allow him to wait any longer.

Before Seishiro had the chance to object, his grandfather walked away.

Sighing softly, Seishiro arranged the pot of tea and the two porcelain cups neatly at the center of the tray. Just as he was about to lift the tray up, he spotted his yumi from the corner of his eye. The sapphire-eyed boy suddenly remembered. All six of his loosed arrows did not hit the target. Abandoning his assigned duty for a moment, Seishiro made his way over the bow and picked it up before turning to the target which was about fifty yards away from him. He repeated his earlier routine as he withdrew a bow from the carrier and took aim at the target. With unfaltering resolve, Seishiro loosed the arrow. The arrow whished through the air and struck the target. Seishiro smiled. He had hit the bullseye.

Seishiro lifted his eyelids, thereby ending his reminisence of the past. Though he had had many conversations with his grandfather, that one stuck out the most. It was through that conversation that Seishiro gained the resolve to tread along the path of Heaven and preserve the safety of the world. Though he could really care less about humanity's fate, he accepted the fact that they would require saving as well.

Seishiro and his four-legged companion suddenly stopped in their tracks. They have reached their destination. Unlike Viridian City, Pewter City was not a bustling tourist attraction. It lacked the basic necessities like famous restaurants, giant hotels and theme parks. Still, Seishiro preferred this kind of quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Most of the buildings were made out of polished rock and cement. Though the city was not that beautified with greenery, the streets were clean and overall neat. 'The Stone Grey City' was a perfect title for the populated area.

Seishiro stood at the entrance of the city, his mind preoccupied with something. Finally, he mused, "I have a distinct feeling that this day will be anything but routine."

Noctis did not comment on his Trainer's foreshadowing as he followed Seishiro into the city.


Seishiro was feeling rather parched from walking under the sizzling, hot Sun since morning so he decided to stop by the Pewter City branch of Bistro La Latte. Though the cafe was crowded at that time, he managed to find a table just outside the shop, which happened to be situated beside a newsstand. He vaguely remembered something about an encyclopedia that Professor Oak had mentioned. If memory served him right, Seishiro gave Professor Oak permission, sort of, to publish his paper in the encyclopedia. With that thought in mind, the sapphire-eyed boy browsed through the various reading material available on the newsstand until he found the object that he was looking for. It was the latest issue of Professor's Weekly.

Brimming with anticipation, well... not really, he sat down on his chair, sipped his latte and flipped through the pages of the encyclopedia. After a few seconds, he found the article about his paper. He read:

A POSSIBLE RIVAL TO PROFESSOR ROWAN?

Recently, Professor Samuel Oak had submitted a standard Trainer's Qualification test paper to our editor in Viridian City. We were quite baffled as to why he would submit material written by a newbie Trainer but he said that we were not going to be disappointed. Skepticality clouded our minds but as he was a renowned Professor who had contributed much to the field of Pokemon and Human Relationships, we gave him the benefit of a doubt. Once our panel, which consisted of professors from various fields like Professor Elm, Birch, Ivy and Araragi, read the material, all skepticality were erased then and there. The paper written by the unknown Trainer, who wished to remain anonymous according to Professor Oak, touched on Pokemon Evolution, the field that Professor Rowan of the Sinnoh region specializes in. The absolutely detail of the written material, which puts emphasis on the emotions that evoke the evolution of Pokemon, left all four Professors astounded. They all claimed that they have never seen such an intricate and detailed paper. They would even go so far as to say that this unknown Trainer, who was revealed by Professor Oak to be a boy of only twelve years, has the capabilities of rivaling Professor Rowan should he pursue a career in Pokemon Research. Has Professor Rowan finally met his match? Are we witnessing the birth of new Pokemon Professor? You be the judge.

Below the review was a little snippet of Seishiro's paper. Technically, the 'little' snippet was at least 750 words and four pages long but that was understandable given the fact that the black-haired boy wrote a 5000-word essay. Seishiro then read the copy his essay, looking for any signs that it had been tampered with in any way. He found none. The copy was authentic as Seishiro recognized both his cursive handwriting and signature.

A faint smile found its way across Seishiro's features. "I guess decency does exist in some humans," he remarked. He placed the encyclopedia aside and concentrated on finishing his latte. As he sipped the latte, he cracked open an eye to observe his three Pokemon. The trio were indulging themselves in their own beverages as well. Noctis had some lavender tea, Levitas opted for chocolate milk while Solvo settled for soy milk. When the four travellers had finished their drinks, Seishiro returned the trio of Pokemon into their respective Pokeballs. He stood up from his chair, intent on heading straight to the Gym for his first badge. However, he caught sight of something that perked his interest from the corner of his eye. It was a newspaper or more specifically, an advertisement on the front page of the newspaper. The newspaper ad had a picture of a glowing purple crystal that was held in a container that looked like the bottom half of a human skull. Seishiro read:

EVIL LEGACY

A crystal holding the power of an ancient evil. Originating from the Reverse World, the artifact is rumoured to have the ability to awaken a new power within the soul of a specific human.

ON DISPLAY AT THE PEWTER MUSEUM OF SCIENCE

Seishiro diverted his gaze from the newspaper ad to the glowing circle in the sky. "Judging from the position of the Sun, it is about 3 o'clock," Seishiro observed. He thought for a moment but ultimately shrugged. "I guess a few moments straying from the path of Heaven won't make that much of a difference."

With that conclusion, the Pewter City Gym no longer occupied Seishiro's mind. Instead, it was the Pewter Museum of Science and, in extension, the Evil Legacy.


The museum's exterior was not all that impressive in Seishiro's honest opinion. It was just a medium-sized museum which had a red roof, brown-painted walls and windows that were designed like lancet arches. Unlike other parts of the city, the otherwise bland museum was beautified with lots of greenery, ranging from orchid plants to oak trees. It was obviously a plan to draw in more visitors. Though Seishiro was less than impressed, he gave the city administration an 'A' for effort. With a casual flip of his unruly hair, Seishiro walked into the museum.

Though the interior of the museum was light years ahead of the exterior of the museum in terms of overall design and presentation, Seishiro was still unimpressed. It was not that he hated the interior design, it was just that he found paying 50 Pokedollars for entry into the museum utterly ridiculous. Still, it was just a small matter and Seishiro basically shrugged it off as usual. With his mind free from the shackles of annoyance, Seishiro observed his new surroundings. The first floor, from Seishiro's view, was primarily used to display the fossils of ancient Pokemon. The abundance of display cases containing the fossils of ancient Pokemon like Aerodactyl and Kabutops supported Seishiro's claim. It was also the floor where the Evil Legacy was currently being displayed. Since the display case was situated in the heart of the room, there was absolutely no excuse that Seishiro could not see it..., unless he were blind.

The black-haired boy did not know why, but his feet seemed to have moved on their own as he was now standing in front of the specific display case. It was just like what had occured at Viridian City where he was zapped by a statue of Mew. Immediately after the incident, Seishiro discovered that he had been bestowed with the power of telekinesis. The boy's sapphire eyes were focused intently on the crystal. Said crystal was giving off a dark and ominous glow, as if it were calling out to Seishiro. The light in Seishiro's eyes dulled as he unconciously moved his right hand closer to the display case, intent on becoming one with the crystal.

"What do you think you are doing?" a voice snapped, shaking Seishiro out of his reverie.

Seishiro calmly turned to the source of the voice, which turned out to be the museum night guard. Said night guard was wearing the typical and standard attire of his profession; a white shirt under a blue blazer, a black belt that had a flashlight clipped onto it, blue slacks and black leather shoes. He had a name tag which displayed his name, Larry Daley, to the world. He wore a stern and reprimanding expression on his face, but Seishiro could tell that from the man's green eyes that he was actually a soft-hearted and kind person.

"Well, were you thinking of stealing the Evil Legacy?" he inquired sternly.

Seishiro regarded the night guard for a moment before shifting his attention back to the glowing puple crystal. "You must have been mistaken," Seishiro defended himself. "This is a rare and very unique artifact. Any person would be enchanted by it at first sight. I was just drawn in by the glow it gave out, that's all."

"You bring forth a good argument," Larry remarked. "When I started working at this establishment, I too was attracted by the Evil Legacy. Since it originated from the Reverse World, I conclude that it must have certain... properties that most people would not understand."

The night guard's tone of speech raised some suspicion within Seishiro. The sapphire-eyed boy knew that most night guards do not act like the one in his sights. Seishiro thought that Larry, if that was really his real name, was too calm and collected for his own good. Most night guards enforce their power and will not accept any excuses from visitors and yet this one simply acknowledged Seishiro's argument.

"It seems that I have to be on my way," 'Larry' decided as he checked his wristwatch. "There is an important meeting that requires the attendance of all museum personnel." As he walked away from Seishiro, he announced over his shoulder, "Enjoy your visit at the Pewter Museum of Science."

Seishiro narrowed his eyes at the 'night guard's' disappearing form. His eyes then scanned the surroundings. The museum receptionist and guides were still performing their duties. If there really was a meeting that required every museum personnel to attend, then they would have abandoned their posts. Seishiro then glanced over his shoulder. The Evil Legacy had vanished into thin air. His suspicions about the 'night guard' were confirmed then and there.

"He was too calm to be just a petty thief," Seishiro thought deductively. "He must be working for a specific organization. Though Team Rocket has plagued this region for many years, I doubt that he is working for them. For someone of low rank, he was too... emotionless and precise in his actions. Hmph. It's seems that I cannot escape fate."

Seishiro abruptly followed after the suspicious individual, his grandfather's words echoing in his head.


'Larry' now stood in a clearing just on the outskirts of Pewter City. He scanned his surroundings to make sure that there were no witnesses. Feeling satisfied, he took out a black metal pauldron which had one glowing yellow stripe streaking across it and attached it onto his right shoulder. On cue, he was enclosed in a bright light. As the light dimmed, his attire completely changed. He was now donning on a long indigo coat with an insignia resembling the letter 'S' sewn into his left sleeve. He also wore a red vest underneath this coat, a navy-blue muscle shirt beneath that, a pair of blue pants and light brown boots. The black pauldron was visible on his right shoulder. After a few moments, the man took out the Evil Legacy and activated his communicator.

"This is 2nd Lieutenant Queroz," he announced over his communicator. "I have retrieved the artifact and have reached the rendezvous point."

"Understood," a voice acknowledged him. "The extraction team shall be arriving shortly."

Instead of responding, Queroz simply severed the connection.

"I see, so your real name is Queroz," a new voice suddenly announced. The voice then mocked, "Is it not considered a crime to lie to the younger generation, Larry?"

If Queroz was surprised, he did not show it. Instead, he calmly turned around to face the 'eavesdropper'. Said 'eavesdropper' was none other than Seishiro who had his hands stuffed into his pockets and a smug smile on his features.

"...I somehow expected that if someone could see through my disguise, it would be you," Queroz stated monotonously.

Seishiro gave Queroz a mock bow before chirping, "I live to see through disguises."

Queroz overlooked Seishiro's insult as he questioned the boy, "Would you be so kind as to divulge to me your... deduction on an individual such as myself?"

Seishiro casually flipped his hair before announcing, "It shall be my honour." He started with his deduction, "My doubts on your true persona surfaced the moment you opened your mouth. The way you talk resembled that of an intellectual individual instead of an everyday night guard. Also, your body language gave you away. It was precise and choreographed as if you been through the scenario... or at the very least scenarios resembling today's, many times. Night guards are generally spontaneous which you failed to portray. I further deduced that you are working for a specific organization but the chances of you working for Team Rocket are absolutely zero."

The man standing before Seishiro raised an eyebrow. "And what made you come to that conclusion?" he prodded the boy.

"Hierarchy exists in an organization for a reason," Seishiro responded. "That reason is to seperate the good from the bad. This is where your body language comes into play again. For someone of low rank, you handle yourself without any influence from emotion. You proceed with your given assignment diligently. Two conclusions branched from my observation. One, you are a black sheep among the Team Rocket grunts. Two, you are working under a seperate organization that most likely lives under the radar. I would say that the latter of the two conclusions is more plausible."

Queroz clapped his hands. "Well done," he applauded Seishiro. "You are absolutely a terrifying boy."

Seishiro dismissed that comment with an absent wave of his hand. "I'll treat that as a compliment," he said. "Now then, why is your organization interested in the Evil Legacy?"

The brown-haired man shook his head as he replied, "That is one piece of information I shall never reveal, especially to a foolish boy such as yourself. However, know this." He paused for awhile as he revealed the Evil Legacy to Seishiro. "The acquiral of the Evil Legacy shall bring us one step closer towards achieving our master's goal..., that much is certain."

"...I see," Seishiro muttered. "Then I guess it is my duty-" The black-haired boy promptly made a slashing motion with his right arm. If Seishiro was a normal human, then it would have been just a waste of energy. However, Seishiro was anything but normal. The slashing motion allowed Seishiro to exert enough telekinetic force to slice the container of the Evil Legacy in half. Queroz was startled as the Evil Legacy escaped his grasp. Before the purple crystal was about to shatter upon contact with the ground, Seishiro snapped the fingers on his left hand, causing the crystal to rocket into his awaiting palm. He then concluded his sentence as he finished, "-to prevent that from ever happening."

Queroz absently tapped his chin a couple of times. He observed, "It seems that there is more to you than meets the eye. However, we always study every variable that may influence our missions, including foolish and naive witnesses." He then snapped his fingers.

On cue, Seishiro was surrounded by twenty men who were garbed differently yet similar to Queroz. Like Queroz, they were wearing long trench coats, vests, muscles shirts and black pauldrons. The distinctive features about them were that their faces were covered with hoods, their pauldrons were blank and their attire was white in colour. The men in white promptly released their Pokemon. Their Pokemon consisted of Houndooms, Sneasels and Poochyenas. They then took out futuristic-looking submachine guns, loaded them and pointed them at Seishiro.

"How about a proposition?" Queroz offered with an amused tone. "Why don't you just relieve yourself of the Evil Legacy? Should you comply, we shall allow you to walk away."

Seishiro raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Aren't you afraid that I will let this piece of knowledge about an unidentified organization slip out of my tongue?" Seishiro asked.

"Why bother asking a question when you already know the answer?" Queroz countered back. "You are not the type of person who would work well with others. Instead, you prefer to act alone, on your own terms. However, your personality is not the main topic of discussion. I shall repeat my earlier proposition. Will you hand over the Evil Legacy without a hint of struggle or shall I have my men and their Pokemon tear you apart?"

Seishiro took a moment to scan his surroundings. He was completely surrounded and there was little chance of escape. Even if he and his Pokemon do put up a struggle, it shall all be in vain. The black-haired boy subsequently sighed. He really did not like to admit defeat but he decided that his life was more important that his pride.

"I know when I am defeated," Seishiro conceded as held out the Evil Legacy towards Queroz.

"You are wise," Queroz commented as he snapped his fingers. On cue, the men in white lowered their guns and their Pokemon adopted a more relaxed stance. He then made his way towards Seishiro and strecthed out his arm to take back the Evil Legacy. Before his fingers made contact with the purple crystal, it suddenly glowed jet-black, prompting Queroz to retreated a few steps backwards.

Seishiro too was startled by the sudden glow which the object in his hand gave out. He wanted to drop it but he could not. In fact, he found that his body was completely paralyzed. He could not even blink. Instead, the sapphire-eyed bot could only watch as the jet-black glow the crystal was emitting spread throughout his arm and subsequently, his entire body. An instant later, the Evil Legacy flashed out of existence and his body experienced an aura explosion due to the excessive intake of aura, courtesy of the Evil Legacy. The boost in power, and the obvious strain that followed after it, was too much for Seishiro's body to handle as the black-haired boy dropped to his knees and coughed out a substantial amount of blood, his hand clutching his heart in astonishment.

Queroz regarded the turn of events with a glaze look in his eye. "Hmmm..., our mission has taken an unexpected turn," he soliloquized. He then took out his communicator and promptly activated and explained the situation to his superior.

"...Seize the boy," Queroz's superior ordered over the communicator. "We shall discuss his fate once we bring word of this incident to our master."

"Understood" was Queroz's immediate reply. He then announced to his brethren, "Commander Credo has ordered us to 'apprehend' the boy. Seize him."

A couple of grunts complied with Queroz's order and jogged towards Seishiro with their Pokemon in tow. Just as they were about to capture him, their lives came to an abrupt end as they were suddenly slashed by an unseen assailant and blood erupted from the deep incised wounds inflicted upon them.

For once, Queroz's calm composure was compromised. "W-What is the meaning... of this?" he stammered. "Men, find this unknown assailant immediately!"

Unforunately, Queroz's remaining henchmen were unable to carry out their given order as they too were slashed and cut down mercilessly by the invisible enemy. Their Pokemon were not spared as the Dark-types were butchered as well. Some lost legs, others lost arms, eyes were gouged out and heads were sliced clean off. It was truly a quintessential massacre.

Though Seishiro was in extreme pain and coughing out blood, he was still concious enough to see the ongoing massacre. With great effort, he strained his eyes and spotted the assailant. Said assailant was not truly invisible, it was just moving at a blinding pace that could not be tracked by the naked eye. His 'saviour' looked like a bipedal fox-like Pokémon, and was mainly grayish-brown in colouration with red and black accents. It had a pointed snout and ears, the insides of which were red in colouration. The black fox also had some red rimming its eyes and mouth and a large, voluminous mane, primarily red in colouration but with black tips. The mane somewhat resembled a ponytail, as a silverish bangle down its length separated a mass of the mane from the lower portion. It had a black ruff on its upper body, pointed at the shoulders from which its arms extend. Its upper arms were thin, whereas its lower arms, while still slim, were bulkier. The arms had spiky extensions of fur at the shoulders and its claws, as well as the claws on its feet, were red in colouration. It could have just been the pain but Seishiro could have sworn that the bipedal fox, for a moment, glanced at him with its silver eyes and smirked deviously before going about its 'business'.

A few moments later, Queroz was the last man standing. Seishiro was technically crouching so he was not included in the list. Before Queroz got a chance to blink or even utter a single syllable, Seishiro's 'saviour' appeared in front of the man with a static buzz and plunged its claws deep into his heart. Queroz then felt himself being lifted up so he could stare into the creature's silver eyes. The man rarely displayed weakness but he could care less about his pride at that moment.

"P-Please...h-have...m-m-mercy," he begged his killer.

Said killer's response was a devious grin. It obviously enjoyed seeing its victims writhe in pain and beg for mercy. Unfortunately for Queroz, the fox just turned a blind eye and crushed his heart. The light in the man's eyes dimmed as blood flowed like a river from his mouth onto the black fox's face. Said fox allowed the blood to rinse the fur on its face before it opened its maw and indulged in the coppery taste of Queroz's blood. When the blood flow stopped, the vampire-like fox licked its lips clean and threw Queroz's corpse away like a rag doll. With Queroz dead, it then turned its attention to Seishiro, who grew wide-eyed when the fox's eyes made contact with his. Said fox promptly vanished and reappeared in front of Seishiro. It then crouched down until it was about Seishiro's height.

Seishiro stared through pained eyes at the creature before him which in turn stared at the weak human before it. The black-haired boy could tell that the fox was contemplating on whether or not to kill. He did not want to risk his Pokemon's lives by sending them out to fight this sadistic monster which Seishiro had just realized was a Zoroark.

The silence continued for awhile but in the end, the Zoroark made the first move. It slowly lifted a bloodied claw and gently traced Seishiro's scar on his right eye, obviously intrigued by it. The Illusory Fox Pokemon then noticed the blood around Seishiro's mouth. The boy froze when he realized what the Zoroark's eyes were trained on but he knew that he was helpless. The Zoroark slowly inched closer to Seishiro face and slightly opened its maw. Its tongue then darted out and licked the blood around Seishiro's mouth clean. Seishiro was again perplexed at the Zoroark's strange behaviour but was secretly thankful that the flesh on his face was still intact. Before Seishiro could ponder more about the Zoroark before him, the Dark-type gave a solid chop on his neck and severed his waning conciousness with the world temporarily.

The Zoroark promptly stood up and scanned its surroundings. When it was sure that it was alone with Seishiro, it hefted the boy onto its shoulder and vanished in a purple flash.


(1) - A Japanese bow.

I actually wanted to introduced Zoroark's Trainer but my mind is simply spent.

The next chapter will be longer and filled with battles. (Most likely two)

I have decided on Noctis' and Solvo's rivals but I am rather indecisive on Levitas' rival.

Please give me some suggestions.

Yes, the main rival is set to appear in the next chapter.

Read and review. :)

Arigatou and sayonara.