Actually, I could tell it is Wicke without even looking at the profile. I mean, among the contact info in my phone, the only one whose ringtone is different is probably hers. But still, looking at her phone that was delivered on my screen when she called, I couldn't help but smile. She is probably the only person in this whole world I could openly talk to. Let out all my secrets and sometimes even my frustration. She would always be there for me. She would listen to me, no matter what. Give me advice and pat my head. I just honestly love her company. And I could say the same about my brother too.

She is like our own mother than our own mother. That just shows how much she cared about us. The only difference is, as I looked at her picture, I couldn't help but feel sli-ght-ly inferior. I don't know how to break it down but she is just unfair. Her figure is just cheating. I don't know how could anyone can have such a bouncing, soft and extra THICC body. Her figure is just too perfect and I am not even kidding. Looking at myself, I couldn't even compare. It is like comparing the size of the earth and the sun. The earth was out before the competition even begin.

Alright. Now I am just focusing on negative thoughts. Honestly, I am not even worried one bit. That's right, I am overconfident that I could match her in near future. Why do you ask? I mean I am the daughter of my mother. The mother who gave us birth and goes out of her way to ignore us. Despite my hatred toward her, I can't help it, Ok? I mean, in the whole paradise, I am sure the one who could give Wicke a run for her money is probably my mother. Well, in personality, Wicke would overkill her.

Alright, alright... Let's just go and pick up the phone before she starts to think I ignored her. I honestly don't want to see her crying but well, knowing her she probably would. Ok, just my imagination... But I have known her ever since a kid, so I know how fragile she is. Despite that, I personally think she is extremely strong as a person. I mean, if not I doubt she could have handled my mom. And also for taking really good care of me and my brother.

Sometimes I really consider this my happiness and curse. Luck that such a person was the one who took care of us and curse, that she isn't the one who gave birth to us. Now, I am not lying. You have no idea how many times did this thought cross my mind. Well, she isn't married so no way she will give birth but honestly, I wouldn't have minded such a person being my mother. I mean, she is hot so I would still get such an amazing body once I grew up no matter what.

Alright, I am really not that petty when it comes to body, OK... I mean yeah! it is nice and all but it is just a side quest in my life. Now, now, I may come as a petty person but you have no idea how much this matter means to me. Think about a second, Lusamine has an amazing factor, so much that I hate to admit it. If only she hadn't such an awful personality, then she would be perfect as a human. Fine, her personality isn't as much worse as I make it sound, she sometimes shows her kind version too. Anyway, just step in my shoes, you will know that 'sometimes' isn't much.

Also, if my body doesn't grow up to be as amazing as hers, then I doubt we are even genetically connected. So, see, this acts as proof of my existence and about our relationship. I am not jealous because of how much salivating their body is. You understand, right? Well, it is ok as long as you have your wits.

Not wanting to make her cry, I connected to her with my phone ASAP. Along with hi, hello, she told me the real reason why she called me. Two reasons actually. One is personally related to me while the other one is... Nah... let's just talk about all these shits once we reached there.

Of course, as a good child, I told my friends about my recent phone call. Well, they must have heard our conversation but I nevertheless told them the whole story. So, we decided to head toward the Aether Paradise before getting myself a pokemon because of sudden interaction. Yes, the task delayed. Success.

...What? You think I did it on purpose. Listen, there is something called 'coincidence and what happened right now was all the work of that coincidence.

Fine, fine. I know I have to get there at one point no matter how much I try to delay it. I will just cross that bridge when that time comes. Since the time hasn't come, I don't have to worry about it. Let's just go with that. Thank you. Well, so as our new destination was decided, we turned complete 180. Since we are heading for the AP, no point in going toward the exit. So, the new address is our old pokemon school.

Now it just brings tears to my eyes remembering good ol' days of our school. Looking at my friends, it looked like they had the same thought too. Well, I guess it just feels nostalgic and fresh recalling old memories.

"Man, it feels embarrassing to keep going to school despite graduation, doesn't it?"

"I know right. Especially when you have to keep going."

"Can't be helped. After all, we have to use it."

"Since we are an ultra guardian. Uniforms are just embarrassing."

And those are the comments I hear. They aren't the least bit happy. Well, I am not really a member of the assault team so I don't usually go with them but seriously, what kind of job you are making them do, mom? All of those comments are nothing but repugnant. None of them are a bit happy about going to school. I mean it has been aged you know. I guess that was just for me. Well... well I am also not that happy about going to school. I was just trying to get the mood. Yes, that was all there is to it.

Alright, fine, I may have emphasized on word 'assault team'. Anyway, as we grouped chat, I was more on listen side most of the time, we reached our destination aka pokemon school. As we reached out for the gate, I could already make out the value structure of our ol' school. On a ground big enough, I could see the few children running around with some pokemons. Since this school protects the pokemon, I doubt that many of these kids actually have their own pokemon. Well, anyone is free to play with them as long as they don't harm those pokemons.

Before crossing the bridge, I looked at the main faculty building standing in the middle of the ground. Such nostalgic feeling, I couldn't help but measure the size of the building in two fingers. My, it sure looks cute. Alright, it isn't small, ok? Anyway, it was just fun. Haven't you ever tried to round up the size of sun and moon between your thumb and index fingers? Oh, sure you have, at least at some point in life. Eh! you haven't. You have lived a sad life. Finnnne~ joking aside, we crossed the bridge and went inside the gate.

As we walked toward the main building, many of those children turned their focus toward us. The moment they saw us, well except me who usually hole up inside the house or lab, their eyes shined looking at the heroes of Alola. Well, they might not compare to the legendary hero from the past but they are still fighting to protect alola from outer forces and also from the threat of mutants. They ran toward us, shouting ultra guardians and etc. Many of us put bright smiles and wave toward them. Well, I guess children do love heroes and stuff, huh? Even that boy is looking at Kiawe and saying he wants to be just like him. In response, Kiawe took the boy's hand and shook it, like he already saw the promising future inside the boy.

Looking at my friends, it was a heartwarming scene. Honestly, a few years ago I never thought all my friends would be the most popular people among alola. I looked at my friends while remembering our time while we were just as cute as these children, I didn't even notice a few kids surrounded me. Eh! M-me? I am being surrounded by three little cute girls. All there of them presented me with three beautiful white flowers suppressing my doubts. Honestly, I am surprised myself that I am famous. I mean, I am someone that works behind the scene, you know. Well, I have come here few times but I have never worked in the frontline. So it is obviously a mystery that I am being loved by children.

I patted all three of them in response to their heartfelt gratitude. Giving them new hope, a dream to work on, we farewell them. I hope these children will grow while helping people toward them and chase after their own dream. At least, that's what I want for them. Anyway, leaving that aside, we head toward the room where our principal resists.