A/N: Oops, was busy with Thanksgiving festivities so this is a day late. Hope you like people ripping Bede a new one because oh boy do we get that here! Plus, readers can have little a intrigue, as a treat. Enjoy the long chapter!

The earth around me is scorched. The few trees that are not broken and splayed across the ground stand like gravestones, blackened with fire. I sped through the burned plains, leaping over whatever rocks or bodies lie strewn about it. The few beings near me that still have their lives shrink in fear as I rush by. They do not know that I mean no harm, but I cannot stop to tell them that. They would not understand me anyway. I grip my teeth and am suddenly aware of the blade hanging from my mouth. It weighs me down heavily. Though my body aches and screams for me to stop, I cannot.

Through hill and dale, I rush, and the destroyed and burned lands around me blend into a gray blur, until I find myself at the edge of a forest. Finally, I stop and turn around. Right behind me, my companion slows to a halt. His bright red and gold mane, sitting stiffly upon his face does not move in the soft breeze. Under his neck rests a battered shield, nearly about to break. Our battle was victorious, but it did not come without cause. He is injured, and looking down at my scraped and bloody paws, I see that I am as well. I am reminded of a deep gash along my left side, and though the adrenaline is rushing still, it is starting to dissipate, and I can feel the sting of the dragon's claw on my side. I fear we are not long for the world anymore.

The two of us limp into the forest and walk, seemingly for hours, and when I can no longer walk, I fall to my knees. My companion does the same. Here our lives will end. I finally drop the sword, and it falls to the ground with barely a sound. Darkness begins to overtake me, but I do not fear. My purpose is finished, and I know I will breathe again.

In a swirl of light, I wake in the same spot I was in. Two men are by my companion and me, but they act as if they do not see us. One takes my sword and examines it. I let out a low growl; I do not take kindly to theft, but still, they pay no attention. It is then I see what is left of my body lying next to it. My fur and flesh have either decayed or been eaten away, and all that remains is bone. My companion also lies in a pile of bones next to me. So, it is not quite our time to return. So why are we in this form?

Mists swirl around me again, and soon I find that my sword and body are both gone. My companion has awoken again, and he stalks the wood haggardly. His shield has disappeared, and without it, he looks emaciated. Our eyes meet. I sense a hunger inside him, but it is not a hunger for food. He is waiting for a new purpose, a new life. We must wait together. I walk to him to console him, but neither he nor I have true forms anymore. We are spirits, likely confined to walk these misty woods until our new calling. We walk into the mist, and all my vision begins to swirl again.

My vision remains cloudy for some time, but before it clears, I can hear voices. They are muffled in the mist, but I feel my body drift toward them. Before too long, I start to see trees form again. The trees are older, darker, taller. How long has it been? Centuries, maybe. Gradually, I see my companion and I take form again, but something feels different. I can feel the grass under my paws again. Almost as if I am alive. Or have I been alive all this time? I cannot say.

We see ourselves at the edge of a lake, and at the far end, the speaking figures stand. They are younger, and dress so differently than our last masters. But still, I feel a pull. I must go to them. My companion and I step forward onto the water. I could feel it wet my paws, but I did not sink through. What is this?

My companion next to me howls as the two figures from across the lake look up. We can speak again? I let out a bark. It feels so foreign to speak again. I give into the call and start to run towards the two figures.

We get closer and I see that they have stumbled across a gravesite. I do not know how I know this, but there are bodies buried beneath them. I pick up speed and soon I can make out the details in their faces. One is a young boy, the other a young girl. I feel the urge to come to her, though I cannot explain why. She must be the reason for this new life I feel inside me.

I am halfway to her when she starts to run. She cannot run from me! I need her to stay! I begin to sprint, as quickly as I possibly can go. I see my companion rush forward as well. He is setting his sights on the boy. They must be the keys. We must go to them.

The gap closes quickly and within seconds, they are less than a few steps away. I feel their energy, their terror. I bark again, trying to calm them, but before a sound comes out, fire erupts all around us. Fire so warm, so bright, we are stunned momentarily. The light is hotter than anything I have felt in hundreds of years. It glows brighter, and brighter, and I can feel it completely consume me.

The girl…

I have to find the girl…

I jolted awake with a sharp gasp of breath. The air was dusty, and I coughed from inhaling too much of it. The mists from my dream began to clear. Before I could even place my surroundings, two figures suddenly towered over me. One of them was Bewear, who despite looking altogether exhausted and injured from the cave-in, was incredibly happy that I had awoken. The other, having finally ditched his trench coat…

"Bede? You're still here?" I rasped once I had finished coughing.

"Not much else I can go, really," he said. His usual vitriol had gone down a bit, but he still spat out each word he spoke. He was backlit in a soft white light, and as I looked behind him to find the source, I saw a glimmering white foal with an iridescent rainbow mane. Was it the light source? I couldn't see a fire or anything else. It looked at me curiously with intense black eyes, and wandered away, toward the pile of rocks that had split the small cavern in two. There it was joined by Bede's Gothita and Raboot, both trying to move some boulders out of the way, and both not succeeding.

I made to get up quickly but could only make it to a sitting position before an incredible dizziness and sharp pain in my head and shoulder made me fall back against the rock face. Bewear lurched toward me again, and for a brief second, I thought I was going to pass out again, but my vision started clearing once I stopped moving. I don't know where she came from, but Boltund appeared, whimpering with worry about me.

"You're okay, too!" I whispered happily. I was glad the whole team had made it out in better shape than me.

"Yeah, they've at least tried to help us out of this mess," Bede scoffed.

"I'm so sorry that I got too concussed from a freak rockslide to help out," I grumbled, rubbing my temple gingerly.

"Concussed?" Bede asked, turning back to me suddenly. For a brief second, I could see the concern in his eye, but it didn't last. "Whatever. I wasn't talking about you. You have a fighting-type Pokémon that's bigger than most of these boulders and he's not doing jack. You big oaf, d'you think you can move some of these rocks now?"

Bewear growled, but Bede held his ground.

"I'm fine, Bewear, really. Go see if you can loosen any of those rocks," I said, and as Bewear lumbered over to where Gothita and Raboot were trying to kick away rocks, I tried to pull myself up again, much slower this time. My head ached dully in response, and my shoulder felt as if it were on fire, but otherwise, my body complied and soon I was able to pull myself up to my feet and stand shakily, though I had to use the wall to fully support my weight. Boltund nuzzled up to me, and though I could feel the electricity in her body vibrate against my leg, I felt no shock. I patted her in thanks and the two of us made some uneasy steps toward Bede. The white colt looked at me curiously again.

"Is that…"

"A Ponyta? Yes. Impressive, I know."

"I didn't know they actually glowed." I reached out my hand to the foal, and it tilted its head and walked away shyly.

"Of course, you don't," Bede said haughtily. "And don't bother trying to make friends. Only the best trainers are able to even get them to come near, let alone actually have one as a companion."

Companion. My mind flashed back to before I woke up. That dream I had; it felt so real. The one where I was chasing myself. Where I was that beast I saw in the Weald. Was it real? Was the beast searching for me? Why was it searching for me?

I was suddenly brought back to reality as Bewear dislodged a large boulder from the pile, only for the rocks above it to roll toward the whole group. Raboot and Boltund managed to beat and kick the biggest ones out of the way, and Gothita managed to use her psychic powers to alter the course of one, but the smaller pieces and rocks still rolled up to Bede's and my feet. We both stumbled back, and I just barely managed to catch myself on the wall without hitting my head yet again.

"This isn't going to work," Bede sighed. "Hatterene, come on…"

"Right," I said, "Your Hatterene. Is she safe?"

Bede glared at me. "She's fine, no thanks to you. And you and I have a battle to finish when she returns, and we get out of here." He gestured down one of the two hallways that remained open.

"Is that a way out?"

"It's a way somewhere, and anywhere is better than here." He pulled out his Rotom-Phone. "Damn, still no service."

"Right! My Rotom-phone! It's…where is it?" I asked, patting myself down. "Where's any of my things?"

"It was all behind you when the rocks fell. Probably behind or underneath the rock pile there."

"Hop? Victor?" I yelled. I rushed back toward the pile of debris, but the sudden movement caused my vision to darken and the ringing to come back. I stumbled and would have fallen had Bewear not grabbed me and steadied me at the last second. I leaned on him and called out their names again.

"No use. Already tried it," Bede sighed again.

"Great. So now I'm trapped in here for whoever knows how long with you of all people," I gripe, allowing Bewear to guide me back to the wall.

"And believe me, I'm just thrilled about it, too," Bede snarled.

Just then, we heard a soft but excited hum coming from the hallway Bede had gestured to earlier. It was unmistakably Hatterene, finally back. I could tell from her humming that good news would be in store. Bede's eyes lit up as well, but he quickly looked back at me, and his expression soured again.

"About time, Hatterene," he said, but I could tell he was relieved his Pokémon had returned.

"You're a bit softer than you look," I ribbed playfully.

"Would you please just shut up?" he snapped.

"Okay, what is your problem?" I yelled back. "You've been so aggressive to me, to Victor, to Hop, and probably to everyone you've ever come in contact with, and for no good reason at all! What gives you the right to be such a piss-Durant?"

"I don't need your approval," he said shortly.

"I don't need yours either, but it still pays to be nice to people, doesn't it?" I shot back.

"Being nice hasn't gotten me anywhere," he sneered. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to meet up with my Pokémon." He recalled Gothita to her ball and picked up the bag he had been carrying, which was still faintly glowing. With a turn of his head, he gestured for Ponyta to join him, and the two stepped toward the tunnel.

"Come…come back here!" I shouted, hobbling off after him. Bewear, Raboot, and Boltund followed suit close behind me.

"Leave me alone; you're only going to slow me down."

"Where the hell else am I supposed to go?" I retorted. "You may not need me, but like it or not, I need you if I want to get out of this. You want my death on your hands?"

"You're not going to die; stop being so dramatic."

"I have no food, no supplies, no method of contacting anyone, and a friggin' concussion, and you think I'm being dramatic."

Bede stopped walking and turned back to me. "You have three Pokémon, one of which can create fire as a light source on a whim, a full stomach, and a length of tunnels that, with the right amount of electricity, can still be lit. You'd only need some source of electricity to light up any of these tunnels, but I guess you don't have…oh wait."

Boltund growled. Another wave of pain and dizziness flowed over me, and I grabbed onto Bewear's arm as tightly as I could.

Bede scoffed. "I know the saying is, 'truth hurts,' but I never thought I'd see it be so literal."

"Bede," I said quietly, as I took a deep breath, fighting for consciousness.

"Don't 'Bede' me, alright? You know what the problem is with you types of people?"

"Types?"

"Yes, types. You get gifts, and lucky breaks, and money, and attention, and instead of chalking it up to luck and using it to better yourselves, you just end up expecting more. You got the champion of the Pokémon League to let you join a challenge that trainers of their lives working to qualify for if they make it at all. You got an incredibly rare and powerful Pokémon as a gift when most trainers are lucky to start battling with not much more than a Grubbin or a Blipbug. You have the chairman of the league practically at your beck and call because that dumbass who can't be bothered to learn how a map works likes you."

"Didn't Rose endorse you though? Since endorsements are all that matter in the end."

"Do you know what I had to go through to even get him to notice me? Do you know what I had to my name just two years ago? Let me tell you, since your type never bothers to figure it out for themselves. Everything, and nothing. And yes. Endorsements are all that matter in the end, because now, for some reason, I still have to prove myself to everyone while you and your other product of Nepotism friend just get all the respect and accolades anyway. I have had to do everything for myself, and I will continue to do everything for myself, and the last thing I am going to do is let you hang off my shoulders and have me do all the work for you."

"Bede," I said again. "I…I didn't know."

"I know," Bede said. "None of you ever do."

"Let me finish," I said sternly, letting go of Bewear's arm and walking slowly toward him. "I didn't know about your past, and I'm sorry you had struggled so much. And I see where you're coming from. Raboot is a great Pokémon, and I'm thankful as all hell that he's a member of my team. And I suppose you're right. I did luck my way into the gym challenge by knowing Leon. But I have worked my ass off every day since. Boltund and Bewear didn't just appear and say, 'hey, I want you to catch me,' and then proceed to beat up everything around me. I caught them fair and square, and together we've got two gym badges entirely due to our strength as a team. You think you have to prove yourself? Well, so do I. And I am. And now I am here, with no supplies, a fire-type Pokémon that can create light but not sustain it, a fighting type that is helping me to just stand and walk, and an electric-type that is not going to be used as a glorified battery because I actually know how electricity works, and I am not asking for you to carry me, I am asking you to help because you and I are both human beings in a really shitty situation, and the only way out is if we work together. And you do not have the right to be such an asshole because you can't accept that coming from a worse beginning doesn't make you an inherently better person, so miss me with this 'holier-than-thou' bullshit and help me get out of this cave, because without us helping each other, we are going to die down here."

At this point, I was face to face with Bede, looking him dead in the eye. He scrunched up his mouth, as if chewing on the words he was about to say, and then he either smiled or grimaced and held out his hand to shake.

"Fine. But this changes nothing."

I took his hand. "You're a bigger headache than the one I have right now."

I dropped his hand and felt myself losing my balance again. In a second, Bewear was behind me, propping me back up. I thanked him, and at that moment, Hatterene returned. She took one look at Bewear and hid behind her trainer's legs, but Bewear knelt down and extended a paw to show he meant no harm. Hatterene slowly hopped out and placed one of its powder blue hair tufts in sort of an impromptu handshake and soon the two were acting like nothing had ever come between them.

"Hatterene," Bede said sharply. "Is there an exit?" Hatterene hung its head and hat in sadness.

"Well, it's good to know that one of you is a sweetheart," I remarked, sticking my tongue out. He gave an annoyed grunt, and the two walked back to the rockslide. I noticed that Bede's bag was no longer glowing in the pale light of Ponyta's mane.

"So, what's in your bag?" I asked.

"None of your business," he said icily.

"Was it glowing from Dynamax energy?"

"Yes—no—it might have been?"

"It looked like it was. Do you think that's what caused the cave-in?"

He looked at me shrewdly, as if he was debating whether I was worth the information he was about to give. "I don't know what caused it," he said finally, "but if you saw them glow, maybe."

"So, what are they, then?"

"They're wishing stars." Bede hunched his shoulder to reposition the bag along his shoulder. "Part of the deal for my endorsement is to help the Chairman search for wishing stars."

"For gym challengers? But hasn't the challenge already begun?"

"You really think every gym challenger has one of these?" he snapped. I looked at his shaking fists. He did not have a wristband similar to the one Hop or I had.

"I know professor Magnolia," I offered quietly. "If you need one cut and refined, I'm sure she'd be happy to do it for you."

"I don't need your help," he retorted. "Besides, I don't even have one anyway."

"You have a bag full of them right there."

"These are for the Chairman!"

"You really think he's going to miss one?"

"He said they're vitally important to his company's research! I can't stand in the way of that! Maybe if I ask him…"

I groaned. "You're impossible."

He ignored me. "Maybe if we can climb up to the top and remove rocks from there…"

"That could work," I said. "Raboot, run up and see if you can't kick some out of the way." Raboot nodded and hopped up until he was nearly covered in the darkness of the cave. I heard a steady thumping noise as he tried to find some loose rocks, and smiled as a few smaller rocks started tumbling down, out of the way.

"Hatterene, see if you can't find where the layer of rocks is the thinnest."

"Bewear, go help them. Boltund, help me back over to the wall." My Pokémon split up, and after bringing me to the wall, Boltund lay down next to me so I could pet her. Ponyta wandered toward the rockslide and started to glow even brighter somehow, nearly lighting up the entire cavern in an eerie glow.

Clearing the rocks was slow-going at best. I wasn't able to help coach Raboot, but he and Bewear did an ample job removing rocks. I went in and out of consciousness for what felt like hours, until suddenly, Bede was snapping his fingers right next to me.

"Wake up. We cleared out one of the rock piles."

"…one of the rock piles?"

"The collapse was bigger than we thought. Your Bewear and Raboot managed to get to the other side of this cavern, but the entrance is still closed off. There are a couple other trainers over there. Let's go."

I reached my hand so he could help me up, but he had already turned and made to walk back to the now opened rock wall. "Jackass," I grumbled, and, leaning on both Boltund and the wall, managed to pull myself up and slowly follow him. Climbing the pile of rocks was nearly impossible, but once again, Bewear appeared, and instead of leading me, he completely picked me up and carried me over the edge. It was only then that I realized how exhausted the poor Pokémon was. His breathing was ragged, and though he was strong enough to carry me, I could feel the ache of his muscles as he climbed the rocks.

"Put me down, Bewear. I can walk," I said as we reached the bottom. He set me down and I immediately gave him a hug, squeezing him as hard as my feeble body allowed me to. He squeezed back weakly, and I couldn't tell if he was just restraining himself or he was really that exhausted. The two of us walked, supporting each other, to a corner next to five trainers and a handful of Pokémon, all of whom looked like they were in just as much shock as me. They were in a circle around the warm orange flames of a Magmar's tail.

"I need your Bewear's help again," Bede demanded from where the entrance to the cavern used to be.

Bewear shuddered and turned back toward the wall, but I stopped him. "He needs rest, Bede. We all do. Just give us a little time."

"Weak," he scoffed, and returned to his work at the entrance. Bewear and I both slid down the wall. A trainer, a young blonde girl who looked to be only thirteen or so, passed me a spare water bottle and I took it greedily, drinking nearly half of it in one gulp before remembering Bewear next to me had also gone without water this whole time. I handed the bottle to him to finish, and he sat down next to me and did exactly that.

"Gloria, right?" the trainer asked. "Gloria Dixon?"

"That's me," I replied, closing my eyes in relief from the water.

"I…I have your bag here. You dropped it off before the battle started."

"Thanks. Anything damaged?"

"Your Rotom-Phone has a couple cracks in the screen, and some of your food containers busted, but otherwise you should be okay."

"How long have we all been down here?"

"About four hours now."

"Any of you try to get out?"

"My brother has a Diglett he sent out to find help, but no one else has been able to do anything. Half of us can't even walk, really. A lot of us are separated from our Pokémon."

"Are there any under…" I trailed off and looked back at the rock pile anxiously.

"I'm…We're trying not to think about that," she said. Her eyes welled up and she turned away, not wanting anyone to see her cry. I gulped and leaned on Bewear. His breathing was labored but steady. Boltund came over to the other trainers in attempts to console, and the lot of us just sat in silence while Raboot, Bede, and Hatterene toiled away uselessly at the closed-off entrance. I glanced around at the other trainers. The girl next to me was weeping silently, the man next to her, looking to be around twenty-three, was tending to his injured partner, Sawk. Sawk's usual blue skin tone seemed to be paler than usual, and its karategi, which I remember seeing as pristine and freshly laundered, was covered in rubble, dust, and flecks of blood. Its leg was bent at a funny angle, and I quickly turned away, already nauseous from my past exertions with Bede in the other side of the cavern. The other three trainers looked completely shell-shocked. Two boys, looking like brothers stared into the fire. One had a Meowstic, who was emitting a small psychic pulse to calm the three, but the other brother simply stared into the Magmar's fire blankly. I couldn't parse what was going through in his mind, nor did I want to. The third was the girl who had the Magmar, and she rested her hands softly on Magmar's lumpy red and yellow head. She looked exhausted, as if she had only just now stopped crying. The three of them together could have easily been mistaken for Me, Hop, and …

A lump formed in my throat, and I couldn't swallow it down.

"Hey," I asked the girl next to me urgently. The two boys I was traveling with. Hop and Victor. Do you know what…do you know what happened to them?"

"They…they were with us, but they and another group of trainers got separated from us when the tunnel collapsed."

At that moment, a massive burst of orange fire shot through the tunnel, clearing out more rocks than anything Bewear had been able to clear with a loud explosion. Boulders cracked and crumbled away, and dust that had just begun to settle kicked up again, creating a haze as figures emerged from the once-blocked tunnel.

"Gloria? Gloria!" Hop and Victor burst through the clouds of dust, clocking me almost immediately and scrambling toward them. Bewear managed to intercept them before they could pummel me, which I was more than thankful for.

"Bewear, come off it, mate, let me see my friend!" Hop cried, struggling, but even in his weakened state, Bewear was a force to be reckoned with.

"Hop, calm down," I croaked. "Just a little fuzzy in the head. Bewear's just looking out for me."

"Are you alright?" Victor asked, slipping around the two and kneeling next to me. He placed his hand on my bad shoulder and I winced.

"Nothing a little—ouch—rest can't fix," I said, smiling. "Might wanna get that Corviknight Taxi after all."

"They're all here!" Hop cried. "Seven of 'em, right?"

"I heard eight," a voice I didn't recognize replied. His was the gruff voice of a man well over three times my age, raspy from either the dust of the caves or years of shouting. He carried a strong authority with each word, and as Victor gingerly helped me up and slid under my arm to help me walk, he walked up to the group of us.

"I don't usually believe in things like luck," he said shortly in an accent I couldn't quite place, "but it's fairly evident to me that there may be some on your side." He stepped into the light of the Magmar's tail and smiled. He was a man in his mid-50s, although his body looked much younger. Clearly, he had spent years, decades even, of his life keeping himself in top physical form. The only real indicator of his age were fine creases along his face and thick silvery hair. A small black Pokémon shaped like a minecar rolled up next to him and coughed a quick flame—a Carkoal. Even in my fuzzy mind, I instantly recognized the man as Kabu, the Motostoke Gym Leader.

"Thanks, sir," I said faintly, and the trainers nearby nodded. Next to me, a tiny little mole Pokémon popped up from underground and nuzzled the trainer next to me. She smiled even wider and patted the Diglett on the head fondly.

"Is there anyone else?" Kabu asked me quietly.

"Just…just Bede," I croaked.

"About time someone showed up," Bede shouted from atop the rockpile. "I'm here on an important mission for Chairman Rose, and he would not be happy to hear that I'm behind on my work."

"Charmed," Kabu said dryly.

"Now my Hatterene has managed to find a weak spot in the walls a few yards away and—"

"Nope," Kabu interrupted. "We go back the way we came. If you are all good to walk, follow Carkoal out through the way we came. If you're able, help those who are struggling. I've called for some Macro Cosmos workers to bring supplies and first aid. We'll get you back to the main tunnels and safely out of here."

Bede growled and shrank about three inches in his spot as Kabu took control of the situation. He guided the other trainers out while Hop and Victor helped me grab my things.

"Do you know what caused the cave-in?" I asked.

Kabu looked at me shrewdly, then shrugged. "Too early to tell. I saw some of those Team Yell ruffians hanging around the Motostoke entrance to the cave this morning, but I doubt they'd have the means to do any sort of damage on this scale. But then again, these caves are old. No doubt they had something to do with it."

"I don't know about that…" I muttered, thinking about how Bede's bag had glowed with Dynamax energy as the cave-in happened.

"Do you have any information you'd like to share?"

"I thought I could feel some Dynamax energy in the caves."

"You did? I didn't," Hop said. Victor shook his head as well.

"There's never been any Dynamax Energy recorded there," Kabu said. "Not since we mined the whole area clear of wishing stars. But that was nearly two decades ago. I had just started in the league then."

"You must've hit your head pretty hard, Glor," Victor said.

"Yeah…I must have…"

"Be sure to rest," Kabu said. "I won't be accepting any gym battles until this mess clears up, but I still am looking to battling you, Miss Dixon. And your friends as well."

"Thank you, Sir." The three of us stood with our Pokémon as Kabu quickly walked after the trainers, light fading until we could only see by the harsh light of the electric torch in Hop's hand.

"Hold on," I said, letting go of my brother and best friend. I knelt back down and grabbed at my bag. Inside were three the three Pokéballs for my team. "Come on, you lot, it's time we had a—"

"Gloria."

"Huh?" I looked up and saw Bede standing above me. Victor tensed up. Hop looked between us, a little confused.

"We still have to finish our battle."

"You've got to be kidding me," I growled.

"At the Motostoke Outskirts."

"Are you mad?!" I shouted hoarsely. "How can you even think about this right now?"

"You said you had to prove yourself," he shrugged.

"I don't have to prove anything to you," I spat.

"I don't end battles in a draw."

"Then I forfeit, you creep!"

He paused, surprised and a little unsure. Then he shook whatever thoughts were in his head out and smirked at me. "Yeah, that sounds about right. Here, a consolation gift for you." He reached into his pack and pulled out a bottle that was filled with an orange liquid and tossed it at my feet. He turned and stalked out smugly, but just before he was out of our line of sight, I saw him falter for just a brief second. He turned his head just enough to the right to get one last look at the three of us. There was a conflicted look in his eye, as if he had something else to say, but he picked up speed and was soon gone.

"What a pisser," Hop said.

A/N: Oof, this one was an exhausting one to write. I kept feeling the chapter getting away from me as I wrote, and that's never fun. But it's nice to flesh out Bede's character a bit; I think it's a really interesting one on paper, and I'm excited to explore it further on down the road. But now it's time to head back to Motostoke and finish up the next round of gym battles. But something's coming first...

NEXT WEEK: RETURN TO MOTOSTOKE