p data-private="redact" data-wt-guid="34814a17-16a1-48d6-aebb-5ba8c0fa8a0b" data-pm-slice="1 1 []""I tell you, sir, he's perfect!"/p
p data-private="redact" data-wt-guid="b41bf5c5-16eb-4006-b4b6-b9f35cf7b271"The "sir" looked at the hologram presented towards him; he saw a moderately sized young boy. He was dressed in a bright blue short-sleeved jacket, a white and red-striped shirt underneath, and grey trousers, and he stood out for his short, sharp black hair, big brown eyes, mischievous grin, and red cap./p
p data-private="redact" data-wt-guid="fcbb2932-6483-402b-a26b-7c25298baa5c"The man looked at his most trusted assistant and advisor, who was stout and timid but gifted with a glorified brain. He then nodded in agreement./p
p data-private="redact" data-wt-guid="246ed78c-f655-4aaf-abd6-c54826b4c909""He seems interesting," he commented with a deep, staggering voice. "One would always glance at Ash Ketchum, the ten-year-old Pokemon Champion..." But then his eyes narrowed. "But Veremy, how can this boy benefit us, as I'm not convinced he's the one..."/p
p data-private="redact" data-wt-guid="5bdaa41f-fa0f-450c-9301-03a9a34ecec8""Bu-but sir, I assure you that Ash Ketchum is a boy like no other. He has powers we can use to improve the world!" he responded./p
p data-private="redact" data-wt-guid="69f7dec6-ce91-49e6-b3c0-6406f94ce859"The man spoke nothing as he gazed at the image, with a face full of ponder; emhe may be young, /emhe thought, embut Veremy may be right, like always. This boy may be the answer to our problems. /emHe looked towards Veremy and expressed positivity, but with no smile. "You have once again spoken the right words, my friend. In that case, find him, and seal the treasure beneath him. But I advise you now, Veremy. Please, for my sake, do not just kidnap him head-first; we know he shows bravery through his Pokemon, and has conquered many challenges in life, so I expect him to have a few tricks up his sleeve. So I suggest you lure him towards us. Launch the entire force if you need to, even the elites, I do not care. That is all I have to say. You may leave."/p
p data-private="redact" data-wt-guid="df18c086-b589-465e-b035-23615b02a68e"And so the man sat back down at his desk. Veremy quietly walked out of his office, understanding his master's commands... except for one thing: what tricks would this boy hide? /p