Hello again! So Remi has lots of stuff to do, and Commencing Overwrite tends to take precedence over this, so updates will be erratic. This one's kind of short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway :).
Poke-ball 3: Glorious
At first, Red thought the best part of traveling was the combat. His life had been all about fighting before he became a Trainer, and he expected it to stay that way. Sure enough, his rootless journey summoned many a battle to his path, both wild Pokemon and not-so-wild Trainers.
But, as it turned out, it was the wilderness itself that Red loved the most. Each day his wanderings brought him to new glorious sights. The yellow-and-orange fall of Viridian Forest, the sight of Clefairy gracefully waltzing around softly-glowing moon rocks, a huge Pidgeot snatching a Raticate off the ground in one swift, flawless swoop. What a wonder the world was! This beat TV and internet pictures any day!
Red sometimes spent days exploring and basking in nature, even when the next town and Gym were only a short walk away. Who wanted to go in a stuffy, artificial Gym after being outside? Some thought his Pokemon were so tough because he spent so much time out in the wild. He supposed that was probably true, though he chalked that up more to when he was lost than when he was roaming for the sake of it.
It was almost funny, now that he thought about it: before, Red claimed that he would battle, and battle only, and save sight-seeing for when he was bored. Blue had claimed he would become the best by checking out every nook and cranny for the strongest Pokemon and Trainers. In the end, they did the opposite: Red lingered, while Blue rushed. Did that make a difference, in the end?
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So yeah, this one's kind of rambling drabble. However, there is a plot reason for this drabble as well. Probably not too hard if you think about it though XP.