Let the adventures begin!

Ash stared at his phone. "Huh." He said out loud and let his fry hang from his mouth.

"You say something?" His Mom checked as she passed him by. He was sitting at the counter in the Pallet House, taking a bit of a break from helping out.

"Liza and Tate are going to become a gym leader." He explained his momentary confusion.

Delia paused and looked back at her son. "You mean they're going to become gym leaders? At their age?"

"No, Gym Leader. One. They keep insisting."

"I see." She answered, not seeing at all.

Liza grinned at her phone and held her hand up for her brother to high-five. "Mission confuse our friends, success."

"Heck yeah." He slapped her palm. "Think we'll be able to keep up though?"

"Are you still worried about that?" Liza glanced at her twin. "We're unstoppable when we do the thing!"

"I guess." Tate shrugged. "We still have to prove it to the gym inspector they send."

"All the paperwork is done though!" She insisted. "As soon as we kick this so-called 'inspector's' butt in a little bit, we'll be the Mossdeep City Gym Leader!"

"Everyone else is going on journeys though." Tate reminded her and scrolled back through the messages. "Ritchie is setting out next week."

She frowned, accepting his point and feeling the disappointment that coiled around her brother's mind. It spilled into her own a bit and she did her best to beat it back with the thought of all the battles they'd get to have. Then she pushed that thought into his head for good measure.

"We might not be going on an adventure. But think of how many cool battles we'll get to have! And we get to do it together!" She grabbed his shoulder and swung her hand in a grand display to help emphasize her point.

His smile returned. "Alright, you're right, it'll be pretty cool. And I guess we get to live vicariously through everyone else right?"

"Yeah!" She nodded. "I wish at least one of them was going to be traveling Hoenn though. Can you imagine the battle we'd have?"

"Boss would love it," Tate nodded fondly. "Remember when he was able to visit with BossMom and Casey that one time?"

"I still say Dad should have let us take a rocket to try and find space Pokémon. That was a good idea." Liza agreed.

"Space is the final frontier." Tate quoted their father. Then blinked as a shared thought shot through their minds.

'Wait what time is it?'

Liza glanced at the clock and swore. "Come on!" She ran for her closet and put on the dress shirt for the occasion and threw on a pair of shoes. "The inspector will be at the gym in a few minutes!" She grabbed Lunatone's Poké Ball.

'Right behind you!' Tate's voice echoed in her head as she sprinted down the hallway.

'We really gotta pay more attention to the time!' He added as they bolted out the door and down the road.

'Shut up!' She shot.

He shot her an annoyed look. 'We're not even talking out loud!'

The twins arrived at the gym and found their mother standing in the doorway looking rather annoyed.

"About time you two got here!" She scolded them, "You said you didn't need me to take you to work with me!"

"Sorry, Mom!" Tate scooched around her left side.

"Love you, Mom!" Liza squeezed past her right.

Rachel sighed and followed her children inside. "You're lucky the inspector is running late. She called ahead to let you know, it's a good thing I was here to answer."

"See Tate!" Liza grinned at her brother as they took deep breaths of sweet oxygen. "Told you it was meant to be!"

"Yeah… yeah…" He stood straight. "Right, should we wait or do it now?"

"Wait." Rachel directed. "When I spoke to her, she seemed a bit confused about the entire two people, one gym leader situation."

"Oh come on." Liza groaned. "We had to go through all that legal stuff and they still don't get it?"

"Guess we'll just have to show her when she gets here." Tate decided.

They had just long enough to down some water bottles and cool down after their sudden sprint. The Gym Inspector knocked on the door and entered the soon-to-be-active Mossdeep Gym.

"Liza and Tate?" The familiar-looking inspector checked the twins' names. "My name is Joy, I'll be testing you for gym leader certification."

'Huh, I would have thought it would be a Jenny.' Liza mentioned to Tate telepathically.

She got the equivalent of a mental shrug from her brother. 'Maybe not every Joy takes a Hippocratic oath.' Liza barely managed to keep herself from dissolving into giggles.

There were a few minutes of boring official talk that didn't mean much. Something, something, upholding the pillars of the league, stuff like that.

Finally, they got to the good part though.

The group of four entered the battle arena of the gym, never before used. Rachel took a spot to the side in order to act as a referee while her children and Joy took opposing ends of the field.

"Right, before we begin I was wondering if you could explain something to me." Joy took out a Poké Ball and stared inquisitively at the Fulan children. "You're going to be battling together, but as a single gym leader? How does that work?"

"Well…" Tate grinned a bit lopsidedly.

"...it might be better…" Liza continued.

"...if we show you." He finished.

Joy quirked an eyebrow but made a gesture that essentially meant, 'Get on with it.'

Brother and sister took a deep breath in unison and dove into each other's heads. Memories of a shared childhood melded together as it stopped mattering from which perspective the events were witnessed.

Liza stopped existing.

Tate stopped existing.

Liza and Tate opened their eyes.

"We're Liza…" Tate's voice started.

"And we're Tate…" Liza's continued.

The two spun in unison and took a martial arts pose back-to-back. "And I'm the Mossdeep Gym Leader!" The newly reborn psychic entity spoke with both voices.

Nemona had not been able to stop grinning for the entire day.

Paldea worked on slightly different rules than a lot of other regions. Sure, they still had the gym challenge, but they didn't have a proper league season. Instead, the gyms could be challenged at any time, in any order, by anyone.

The only reason she had not done so yet, was because her parents made her wait to get a Pokémon until she started school.

And today? Today was her first day!

The school normally provided a starter for new students, but sometimes being well off had advantages, and while she didn't often like to flaunt it, once in a while Nemona would indulge herself.

What Pokémon had she chosen to be her starter? Pawmi of course!

The little fluffball was a mix of electric potential and fighting fury. And he was perfect.

All the more so when they stepped out the door and he immediately picked a fight with a nearby Scatterbug who had taken up residence in a flowerbed.

Having done the same herself numerous times in her youth, Nemona could only grin harder. "That's the spirit! But you should probably check to make sure they want to fight before you attack them!"

Pawmi gave her a very confused look as though the concept was completely foreign. To be fair to him, it had taken her quite a while to get the idea into her head.

"Don't worry, there'll be plenty of opponents on the way to the Academy! Come on, let's get going!" She beckoned and they took off down the drive, fetching the other Pokémon she had with her from a Poké Ball.

While Pawmi was technically her starter Pokémon, she did have one other. One she'd had for a few years actually.

Cyclizar was a smart girl, and friendly! Which was a bit rough since she weighed roughly 60 kilos (or 132 pounds for Unovans).

Her parents had forbidden Cyclizar from battling with Nemona though, going right to the source instead of trying to tell Nemona not to try using Cyclizar to battle. But now that she was officially becoming a trainer?

All bets were off!

"Alright, you two!" Nemona stopped them at the gate. "There'll be trainers on the way to Mesagoze, and Pokémon! So we'll have plenty of battles on the way, if you guys need a break at all, just let me know okay?"

"Lizzze" Cyclizar hissed, cocking her head slightly.

"I know, I know." She held up her hand at the dragon-type's confusion. "Me advocating not to pick a fight? Ridiculous! But if you're not able to fight, what's the point of starting one, you know?"

"Paw." Pawmi stood on his hind legs and thumped a paw against his chest.

"That's the spirit Pawmi!" She grinned and gave the fluffy Pokémon a rub. "Let's get going now! Ritchie, the Boss, Astrid, and Bea are starting their journeys soon! We might have to wait until the treasure hunt to challenge the gyms, but let's give them something to look up to!"

By the time they eventually reached the gates of Mesagoza, Nemona, and her team had fought about sixteen trainers, twenty-three wild Pokémon, and a very ferocious bush.

Also, she might have missed orientation. But it was worth it.

Not long after Liza and Tate officially became the Mossdeep City Gym Leader, and Nemona started her semester at Uva Academy, it was finally time for Ritchie to start his Pokémon Journey.

Ritchie got a few good luck messages from his friends when he woke up then went to the lab of a local professor. Professor Acacia was a bit less famous than Professor Oak but she was still quite nice and plenty smart. Then he and his pre-chosen started had set off from home.

When Ritchie set out that day with his Pikachu (now nicknamed Sparky) he had expected a lot of things, from catching a few new friends to sending pictures and documentation to his existing friends online.

But then he spotted a Charmander in the bushes not far outside of Frodomar City and made it his life's mission to capture that fire-type.

This turned out to be a lot easier said than done.

As soon as Charmander had spotted the trainer and Pokémon duo approaching he had taken off into the underbrush and the two were forced to give chase.

"Hold on Charamnder!" Ritchie shouted ahead. "Please just give us a chance!"

"Pika!" Sparky called as well.

"Char!" A distant call was their answer but it made them run all the harder.

It quickly turned into quite the chase. More than just a simple run and catch anyway. At times they would lose track of Charmander and be forced to rely on their wits.

Fortunately, between the two, they had approximately one and a half brain cells to work with.

"Pi!" Sparky got Ritchie's attention during one such pause and pointed at the ground with his tail.

Ritchie searched for a moment but grinned when he found his prize. "Footprints! Great work Sparky!" He gave his partner a quick pat and they began tracking Charmander again.

It didn't take them too long to catch up again. Charmander had apparently decided to take a break and lounge on a log in the sun for a moment. His eyes were closed as Sparky and Ritchie approached this time, and for a moment they thought they might have him.

Then he looked up, blew a quick spout of fire into the air, and upset the nearby Pidgey who started making a racket and flapping around, thus ruining their chances for a quick and easy catch.

As the mix-matched duo of Pikachu and human struggled to bat away the flying-types, Charmander grinned and zipped away again, pausing as he was about to enter the woods again to break a branch.

He didn't want this to be too easy after all.

This quickly became a theme, or perhaps a pattern to their chase.

Sparky and Ritchie would think they had finally cornered their target and go in either for the catch or for the attack, the Charmander would do something clever that would leave them scrambling his dust once again.

But they never gave up. If anything, the challenge only made this chase all the more exciting for them. Both Ritchie and Sparky were something of adrenaline junkies, even if they tried to keep it under wraps for the most part.

They spent hours following after Charmander, sometimes being forced to double back as the sneaky fire-type led them in circles or tricked them into going the wrong direction, only for Charmander to shout out them in mocking.

For instance, at one point they had spotted a flash of red at the top of some rocks and decided to try coming at it from two different sides. They climbed up to the top only to find a pile of red berries that were just close enough to the edge to show red from below, but positioned so their true nature was impossible to tell.

As the two stared slack-jawed at the pile, Charmander started laughing at them from a nearby tree before taking off again. Ritchie and Sparky both roared in anger and scrambled down the rocks and after the salamander Pokémon.

Eventually, the sun started to go down, the shadows getting longer, and the chase getting harder as they started to lose their daylight.

Which is when Charmander finally decided to turn and fight.

Truth be told, he had enjoyed the chase quite a bit. He had never particularly wanted a trainer before but had felt a sort of calling when these two had approached him. That said, he wasn't going to make it easy on them.

There had been numerous times when he could have gotten away, but instead, he'd decided that if this trainer and his partner could prove determined enough, he would give them a shot.

That still didn't mean he was going to make it easy for them though.

Charmander had led them to a rocky clearing where he whirled and fired off an Ember at Sparky who quickly had to backtrack to avoid getting hit.

"Oh, now you want a fight?" Ritchie gasped for air for a moment before standing straight. "Fine then! Sparky, use Thunder Shock!"

"Pika!" The electric-type attack raced across the clearing and Charmander just managed to avoid getting zapped.

"Char," he shot forward, getting in close to Sparky and giving him a scratch across the side.

"Tackle him and shock him again!" Ritchie quickly called to his Pikachu.

The fire-type was forced to feel the full wrath of Sparky but managed to squirm out of the electric-type's grip after the Thunder Shock. Then he turned to face the trainer and Pokémon once more.

In the end, it wasn't much of a fight, quick and to the point. But a few shocks later Charmander threw in the towel and backed down, letting Ritchie go for the catch.

"Alright!" Ritchie raced forward to retrieve the Poké Ball once it had dinged. "We did it Sparky! This is it! Our first step on the road to being champions!"

"Pika-pika!" Sparky jumped up in celebration with his trainer.

Ritchie laughed joyously and looked down at the ball in his hand. He looked up again as the wind blew and squinted. "Oh hey check it out Sparky!" He pointed toward a rainbow in the distance. "Must have rained over there earlier."

Sparky climbed up to Ritchie's shoulder and took a look then his ears twitched. "Pi?" He helped point Ritchie a little away from the rainbow.

"Wow!" Ritchie blinked as a large flying-type flew into the distance. "That's a big Fearow."

As the Fearow vanished from sight, the setting sun spelled the end of the rainbow, they made camp for the night and Charmander was released from his Poké Ball for some quick medical attention.

"You led us on quite the chase, zipping around like that," Ritchie noted as the potion did its work.

"Charmander." The fire-type seemed quite pleased with himself.

"Yeah, I guess you are pretty smart." He rubbed Sparky's head as he thought. "I wonder what I should call you?"

His new catch tilted his head. "Char?"

"Well, Sparky is a Pikachu, but Sparky is his name," Ritchie explained a bit. "I guess… let's call you Zippo, how's that?"

"Char-cha." The newly named Zippo seemed to think about it "Char!"

"I guess you like it then!" Ritchie chuckled. "Welcome to the team Zippo!"

With that, they settled in for the night, and Ritchie sent off a few messages telling his friends how his first day had gone.

A month after Ritchie set off, Ash's time was upon them.

The night before, however, they ended up talking on BattleNET as they watched an exhibition match between Bruno and Agatha of the Elite Four.

These matches typically came whenever a Pokémon League Season was just starting out, and start it had, with six months until trainers had to be at the Indigo Plateau with all eight badges for entry into the league.

Not much happened that night, except for a bit of teasing between them and Casey's jealousy rearing its head now that both her best friends were about to start their journey. It was really unfair that her tenth birthday happened to fall in the middle of the League season, but there wasn't much she could do.

At least the fact Ash still hadn't chosen a starter yet was pretty funny. He had less than twelve hours to figure it out now. Ha!

They weren't able to see the end of the match though. Just as it was starting to get good, Ash's Mom, (or BossMom as her username was) had noticed they were all up and told them to go to bed. Even threatening to call parents!

Ritchie wasn't home though so he might have been able to get away with it as long as he was quiet.

As she lay in bed she sent one last message to Ritchie. 'Wanna bet he doesn't get up on time?'

She waited a minute before the response, 'Not when it's a sure thing.'

The next morning, those words proved true.

Ash's first day definitely could have gone a lot better.

The first warning sign was when a ping from his phone woke him up instead of his alarm, and it kind of went downhill from there.

In order to make sure she could be there when he set out from Professor Oak's lab, his Mom had gone to work early that morning to get things ready for the day. Which meant Ash had been forced to rely on getting himself up.

Somehow, someone had broken into his room and smashed his alarm!

He definitely hadn't destroyed it in his sleep!

That would be ridiculous.

Whoever had done it, he was forced to run to Professor Oak's lab in his pajamas and see Gary ride off with cheerleaders in a car. His ex-friend had of course made sure to brag about already getting his Pokémon to Ash before he left.

Things only got worse when he made it inside and all the normal starters had been gone! Taken by children who had woken up on time! He'd even finally decided who he was going to choose (Squirtle).

There was one Pokémon left though, a Pikachu. Ash had immediately declared him the best one of all and tried to hug him but got a rather painful shock.

Mom had stopped by after, with his backpack, packed with a change of clothes, some snack bars, and ingredients for cooking, among other useful items.

Once out of town, and having no look with Pikachu, Ash had decided to make use of the semi-dormant Training Tips Tab of BattleNET.

His friends had a few suggestions, from bribery to proving himself to Pikachu.

Also untying the clothesline. That was a big one.

Trying to prove himself seemed the way to go, especially after a Rattata dug through his backpack and ran off with his food. Which meant he didn't even have anything to bribe Pikachu with.

After a failed attempt with a Pidgey, he spotted another and tried using a rock as a weapon this time.

This was also about the time he learned that Spearow vaguely resembled Pidgey when seen from a distance.

He got attacked, Pikachu got attacked, they ran for it, Pikachu got knocked down and Ash grabbed him and jumped into a river to get away. They nearly got eaten by a Gyrados and then a random girl fished him out of the river.

She was kind of mean but was worried about Pikachu too so she couldn't be all bad. Just mostly bad. Then the Spearow found them and he took her bike to get away.

Which led to where he was now, broken bike, injured Pikachu, a flock of Spearow, and on top of everything else it was raining.

At that moment Ash decided he had to do something. He fixed his cap and set down Pikachu's ball.

"I know you don't like it," he told the electric-type. "But it should keep you safe until someone finds you. Just go inside, please. I know you don't like me but I don't want you to die."

With his piece said, he stood and faced down the Spearow. He shouted at them, got their attention, better they focus on him instead of Pikachu, he was the one who picked a fight with them in the first place.

Even if they had escalated it a bit.

As they came down on him, Pikachu jumped up on him, and then off his shoulder. Then the world exploded in lightning and pain.

When Ash opened his eyes the rain was gone, and he was lying on the ground next to Pikachu.

The two looked around at the devastation and then up as a rainbow formed in the passing storm and a sparkling, glowing, flying-type flew overhead. His Pokedex rattled off something about Pokémon that had yet to be discovered.

Considering it had spent earlier parts of the day mocking him he felt inclined to ignore it. Instead, he just enjoyed the sight of a beautiful-looking Pokémon.

He looked around and found the Spearow flock all knocked out. He stared at them and his eyes narrowed as he spotted one close to them, marked by a small lump on its head.

Like it had been hit by a rock.

Something Bea had told him once struck him, even in the worst defeats a sliver of victory could be found. Or something along those lines, sometimes she would spout random bits of knowledge and then say something that sounded completely dumb.

This wasn't quite a defeat, considering they were still alive, and Ash threw a Poké Ball at Spearow.

After the ball clicked, he retrieved it, grabbed the semi-conscious Pikachu, and took off down the road to Viridian City.

It was a heck of a first day, hopefully, things would calm down now. Seriously, what else could happen after all this?

Bea had woken up that morning expecting to read through the exploits of the Boss's first day, then head to Motostoke Stadium for the opening ceremony of the Galar League.

She did do both of these things but the Boss asking that jerk from Alola to make a secret tab that BossMom couldn't see was a bit weird.

Then again, between almost dying to Spearow, stealing a bike, and being attacked by criminals, Bea could understand his reasoning.

Sort of, it wasn't like she had a Mom to check in with. And her masters at the dojo would be that calm kind of worried because they knew she had the skills to deal with whatever came her way.

Regardless, she was glad he was okay. Would kind of suck if he died on the first day of being a trainer. Even if it had been funny that he woke up late. She had chuckled herself to sleep the previous night after reading that. Timezones and all that nonsense.

There were a lot of other trainers on the way to the stadium for the opening ceremony. Some she recognized from previous years, many looked just as new to this as she was, if more nervous.

One kid caught her eye, a kid with dark hair, wearing a white mask. The mask was kind of spooky looking and the way the other kid kind of slouched and stuck to the edges made it look like they was trying to avoid being noticed.

Something seemed vaguely familiar about them. The marital artist couldn't put her finger on what though. She felt like she'd remember seeing a kid wearing a ghost mask before.

The ceremony was the same as it was every year, the difference being of course that she was there and was going to be the next champion. Chairman Rose said a few words, Leon made an appearance and the gym leaders did their cool slow walk onto the field.

Then the season officially began and everyone started running for Turffield.

Bea and Machop picked a few fights on the road. And picked up a few new teammates. She was gunning for the role of a fighting-type master, and she was going to take every opportunity she saw the chance to take.

They ran into Tyrogue first, and after a worthy brawl between the two fighting-type she had her first new teammate.

A few trainer battles later, they had the next one, Pancham. Who had tried to steal Bea's lunch and she had been forced to challenge herself.

It was a matter of honor you see.

Things slowed down slightly after that until later in the afternoon.

An incident involving a Trubbish came up on the road. Rather some of the new trainers spotted a Trubbish and decided to start treating the poor Pokémon like a training dummy. Not even trying to catch it or finish the fight. Just using it for target practice.

It made her furious.

Now she wasn't the biggest fan of Trubbish herself, mostly because of the smell. But she would never go out of her way to practically torture the poor Pokémon. It wasn't their fault they smelled that way!

She was about to step in and tell the jerks to sod off, when someone closer beat her to the punch.

"Kn-knock it off!" The voice was a bit high-pitched and stuttered, but it was firm and loud.

The kid in the ghost mask from earlier had placed themself between Trubbish and the other trainers.

"Pfft, what? Why should we? You want to be the next target? Our Pokémon need to train their accuracy and damage ya see." The leader rubbed his nose at the ghost kid as his cronies sneered beside him.

The kid remained undeterred and refused to move. Although they may have also been paralyzed in fear. It was kind of hard to tell with the mask. Which of course was the next thing that got commented on.

"What's with the freaky get up, huh twerp? It's not Hallow's End! Go home and eat some candy ya freak."

"Night Shade." Mask-Kid said simply.

A horrific visage appeared between the bullies and the kid and they jumped in fear. They made a lot of noise but when push came to shove they would rather run than pick a real fight.

Bea came up as they fled. "Nice work." She told Mask-Kid and they jumped and waved their arms.

"Ah-y-w-" They stuttered before balancing and staring at her. A hand raised and pointed at her. "You're Bea!"

She blinked. "You know my name?"

"Y-yeah." A nod, "You're from Stow-in-Side too right? I've seen you in school."

"I thought you looked familiar." She mused to herself. "Don't remember the mask though."

"Oh, uh, that's new." A Gastly appeared next to them as they rubbed the back of their head. "It was my Uncle's idea. I'm not good at groups and meeting people."

"Well, you just met me!" Bea declared and decided she liked this kid. "What's your name?"

"My name?" Words were spoken as though they were foreign.

"You do have one don't you?" She prodded and leaned in.

"S-sorry, it's, um, Allister." The name made her blink.

"Oh, you're a boy." The voice had been high enough and the hair long enough she thought he might have been a girl.

"W-what?" He seemed a bit offended. "Yes, I'm a boy!" He waved his arms comically.

"Sorry." She laughed. "And like I said, nice work with those bullies."

"I couldn't just let them hurt Trubbish." he bent over and checked over the Pokémon. "Poor thing, are you okay?"

"Truuuuub." The poison-type said sadly.

"I think I have a potion, hang on." Allister started digging through his bag and Bea grinned.

"Right, decision made."

"Huh?" He turned to her. "What decision?"

"You're coming with me! We'll challenge the gyms together!" Having a combat medic with a knack for scaring bullies with her seemed like a good idea. She could pummel the baddies, he could scare them, and then patch her up! It was perfect.

"But we only just met!" He protested as he used the potion on Trubbish and gave him a pat.

Bea snapped her fingers as she realized her mistake. "You're right, we need to battle too."

"I didn't agree to that!" Allister seemed very alarmed but his stutter had vanished.

"Look me in the eye." He did so and she grinned.

"Got ya, we met eyes, now we have to fight."

Allister kicked the ground, "Stupid laws."

"Pick your Pokémon and let's go!"

Bea won the little exchange. Despite Gastly being a ghost-type and immune to fighting-type moves, Machop was just better trained overall. Allister didn't seem surprised or disappointed though.

She'd have to work on that.

For now though, she had a traveling companion of her own!

Time to introduce him to the others. Assuming he had a phone.

Ta-da! Chapter two!

Now, I obviously don't want to spend too much time rehashing the bits of Ash's journey that haven't changed, and we have quite a few other journeys to check up on!

Liza and Tate have their gym, Ritchie has his journey, Bea has hers, Nemona is in school, and Casey is stuck at home!

Cause she's a kid.

She'll get her chance soon enough.

But yeah, Ash is a bit difficult, I'm gonna try and only write the stuff for him that actually changes but there are minor changes that happen in his journey too. Like his methods of trying to get through to Pikachu and knowing a bit about cooking.

Also Spearow, that's the first big change.

Still, I tried to put what I did end up rehashing in an amusing light. Hope you enjoyed it!

Anyway, review time!

PokeDan: Always happy to see you Dan! Glad you enjoy this!

Guest: Thanks!

Emerald the Lynx: I understand the confusion! Not a bad idea for a fic I suppose, not sure what the plot would be though.

Iron-slayer-dragon: They're coming! Bit by bit they'll trickle in of course.

LEGOBRICK13: First off, I have to say I was really excited to see your review, wasn't sure you'd read this fic! As I said before, covering what does change is a little bit tricky, because there are small things that add up to bigger changes down the road. And yeah, this story definitely rewards recognizing obscure characters from the games and anime. More the anime than the games admittedly. Ash and the "Boss Squad" (huh don't think I've called them that in this fic yet) are a blast to write. As for Iris, I'm not sure anyone unironically liked all of Unova. But with a bit of tweaking it could be something great. Like Iris and Ash in Journeys were perfect. You got all these serious adult champions then these two 10-year-olds who are just vibing for violence.

That's all for now! See you next time!

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