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My father was the greatest father a 4 year old child could have. He didn't nag, he bought me stuff, he loved me from the bottom of his heart. But he just couldn't stay at home. After all, how could a man like him, who had seen so much, stay put in a town like Vaniville? I think my father continually thirsts for adventure. He quit his job as frontier brain in Hoenn, he quit his job as a master breeder at the Smogon Institute, he quit his stand on the Elite Four, and he turned down the offer to become champion of almost every region he visited. My father couldn't settle down, his need for adventure took him too far. This led him to try the ultimate challenge, a place called the Hall of Origin. No adventurer had ever made it back. My mother begged him to not go. But he went anyway.

He never came back.

I ran into Aquacorde with 1000 pokeyen and . I glanced towards my two Ralts, Belle and Lance.

Belle was a female Ralts. She was bred from the very beginning to be a Mega Gardevoir, by my father. She knew Confusion, Calm Mind, and Hyper Voice. Unbalanced moveset, I know.

Lance was a male Ralts. He was bred to be the strongest Gallade, the very best, like no one ever was. He knew The Elemental Punches, and Zen Headbutt. He hoped to become a very strong Gallade. He was already well on his way.

Aquacorde was a calm, quiet, and reserved, without any big attractions. There was a small store, where I bought some supplies, and a small cafe. That was where I found Sycamore's granddaughter.

She sat in the cafe, holding a Pokedex and slowly sipping a small drink. Next to her, sat a Froakie, who also had a drink and wore a small fedora. She was dressed in a pink shirt with a sleeveless vest, with red and black fedora. Fedoras for days.

I walked over to her and sat down across from her. She looked up from her drink, and glanced at me, nonchalantly.

"Hi, I'm Peter. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, I am Emmeline. Nice to meet you too."

We both awkwardly looked away for a second.

"Grandfather...told me ….to give this to you?", she said, handing me a Pokedex. "He also told me that you were a strong trainer. Are you? Let's see."

Pokemon Trainer(Or maybe a rival) Emmeline challenged you to a battle!

"Emmeline? Maybe...we should get up first?"

"Oh yeah."

We strolled over to a small street.

Pokemon Trainer(Probably a rival) Emmeline challenged you to a battle!

"Uh, sir? We're doing something here", said a man and a young woman, who were in the middle of a long kiss.

"Uh, sorry!", we both said as we quickly hurried off the scene.

"Kinda ruins the spur of the moment battling, doesn't it?", Emmeline said.

"It does."

Eventually we found a clearing with no people.

Pokemon Trainer(Definitely a rival) Emmeline challenged you to a battle!

Go, Belle!

My trusty Ralts scooted over to the battlefield, where she immediately took her standard battle stance.

"Are we ready, Peter?", she asked me.

"Definitely", I replied.

Emmeline thought for a moment, then threw out a Dusk Ball.

Go, Froakie!

The blue frog landed on the battlefield, then proceeded to quickly don a fedora. He also put a pipe in his mouth, from which a few bubbles came out.

"Should we start off with my standard Calm Mind?"

"Definitely, Belle. Froakie are usually completely special attackers", I said.

Froakie, Shadow Sneak!

Froakie cast a dark shadow across the battlefield, then snuck into it. He reappeared behind Belle and smashed her in the back of her head.

Belle fainted!

I was dumbstruck. I had never seen a Froakie pull of that move before. I quickly picked up Belle and carried her to the side.

I looked at Emmeline. "Did your grandfather breed that for you?", I asked.

"No, I did. I took his mother, a female Dusk Ball Greninja that knew Shadow Sneak, then bred her with a genetically perfect Ditto. It has almost perfect stats, except for in defense. I decided to keep him".

That was even more surprising to me. She bred her Pokemon herself! Wow, even I didn't do that.

I turned to Lance. He nodded.

Lance was a specially bred Ralts, and was technically genetically perfect. This meant that all of his stats were perfect, and could be made even better by rigorous training. Although he was rather adamant, he still had a very high defense stat. He could take at least one Shadow Sneak.

Go, Lance!

My second Ralts moved onto the field. I counted on him to take the next attack.

"Lance, Froakie is a water type, meaning he's weak to your Thunderpunch. Got it?"

"Peter, I already knew that. Leave it to me to take the hit."

That was Lance. Very confident. But then again, he had never lost before.

Froakie, Shadow Sneak again!

Froakie did the same attack once more, and slammed Lance's head. Lance fell over, but got back up, obviously dazed. He was still conscious however, and that was all that mattered.

Lance, Thunderpunch!

The air began to electrolyze as Lance's fist became shrouded in electricity. He ran up to the Froakie and did a small uppercut to the Froakie's chin, knocking the small frog upwards. He fell to the ground, with swirls in his eyes.

Froakie fainted!

A small black fedora fluttered slowly downwards and landed at Emmeline's feet. She looked slightly shocked.

She bent down to pick it up, and returned Froakie to his Pokeball.

"Wow, Peter...I didn't know your Ralts would be that strong. I guess you'll be a strong rival.

Rival(Yeah, definitely a rival) gave you 350 pokeyen!

"No really, Emmeline, you don't need to give me money.."

"It's fine. Afterall, that's what professional trainers do, right? I'll clear you out next time though, so prepare yourself!(insert ike memes)".

I guess that meant I was a Pokemon trainer. A real life Pokemon trainer.