Topic - Sinnoh - Indiv Trainers - Hilbert Kuroiwa
DuraDuraludon: Literally, what the fuck. HOW?
UmHaxorully: plant plant plant plant
DuraDuraludon: Being a league plant isn't enough to have FUCKING LIGHTNING strike your Pokémon and STILL beat Gardenia's ACE!
MuddiestWaters: Yeah, all of his Pokémon seem to be Ghost-type, but this guy's totally a Ground-type specialist, I promise. This whole league year is going to be complete Ponyta shit, I can tell already.
NeonGengarEvangastlyon: Isn't that Ikari guy going around with a Tyranitar and a Garchomp when he only has three badges?
HelloSwellow (Mod): Stay on topic. Discussion of other trainers stays in their Indiv thread. DuraDuraludon, language.
NeonGengarEvangastlyon: Cope, janny.
FiveForFightingTypes: I work with Machoke a lot. I'm fairly certain Machamp are not supposed to look like that. I saw Kuroiwa's first gym battle around a month ago, I'm not sure where he could have gotten it.
MuddiestWaters: It could be one of those undiscovered species that have been popping up a lot. Maylene has one that looks like a Donphan and Candice has one that looks like a Delibird. I saw that they're more common in Paldea on some paranormal magazine's website.
UmHaxorully: You notice how all of Kuroiwa's callouts are in Galarian and the guy doesn't seem to speak a lick of Sinjohan-Japanese? Never been recorded speaking it. He has to be a plant, Roark and Gardenia didn't comment on it at all during their battles.
GarbodorPosting101: [No text in post, attached image depicts a Sinistea labeled as "me" in impact font carrying a tub of IcyHot labeled "that good good" in a similar manner]
LuxuriousRays: Haven't watched the battle, what's this I hear about lightning?
AverageFuecocoEnjoyer: FUEGO ESTÁ NÚMERO UNO!
TheAllSeeingXatu (Original Poster): As previously stated, my hunches are rarely wrong.
UmHaxorully: Do you actually own a Xatu or do you just randomly have premonitions?
TheAllSeeingXatu (Original Poster): Yes.
The Lights in the Sky Are Thunderbolts - XIX - Therapy
The tip of Fuego's drill met the edge of their Trick Room and shattered it like glass.
Roserade was finally unfrozen in time, though they were unable to move fast enough to dodge the brunt of the attack.
With a force like a jet engine, Fuego continued on while immersing them in white-hot fire.
The Grass-type may have screamed; it was hard to hear from the crackling and hissing that had filled the room.
Fuego skidded to a stop in the dirt, trailing chunks of glass before they released the hold they had on their flames.
Roserade hit the opposite wall of the arena, leaving cracks in the concrete before they crumpled to the ground.
The drill that had replaced Fuego's blades flared and puffed outwards before dissipating, while the metal that had been incorporated into it folded back into their body. Their flames shifted back to a deep indigo, and Hilbert felt their spiritual presence intensify around him, along with the return of the uncontrolled heat.
He placed a metaphorical hand on the spirit's shoulder, helping them reel back in their power and making his gratitude clear before he returned them to their Pokéball.
Gardenia returned Roserade as well, gritting her teeth. Hilbert was preparing to receive one hell of a tongue lashing about holding back when she glanced into the stands and the frustration suddenly seemed to flow out of her. She put on a smile and put her hands on her hips.
"Well," she said. "I guess there's nothing else I can say, Kuroiwa! You've won fair and square."
Hilbert grinned. "It's what I do."
Yeah, her eyebrow definitely twitched just then. Oops.
"Congratulations!" she called. "If you'll speak with me after everything is cleaned up? Won't take more than a few minutes."
Hilbert shrugged. "I'm not in a rush."
When Cheryl practically bounded towards him after she saw him standing around the gym's reception desk, Hilbert was pretty sure he'd only ever seen Bianca with a smile as wide..
"That was amazing!" she said, eyes glimmering. "I'm not particularly a fan of battling, but- That looked just like the illustrations of the Millennium Comet! Or the attack that Zamazenta used to slay the dragon in Galarian legends, or the fire that Regigigas used to forge his creations in Sinjohan and Hoennian myth, or the- It was really great!" she said, interrupting herself as she seemed to realize that she was running out of comparisons.
"Well, uh, I'm glad to impress." Hilbert tweaked his nose and averted his gaze. "Fuego's got a thing about building a legacy so I had to let 'em run wild, y'know how it is."
Damn, that's powerful, he thought. What did the Japanese call it? Mo-eh?
Cheren would probably have known. Degenerate.
"Good, you're both here."
He turned around and saw Gardenia, who was giving the two of them a very flat look.
"If you'll follow me. There are better places for," her voice dropped, "This sort of conversation."
The three walked past a dozen greenhouses before entering some kind of inner sanctum, a courtyard in the back of the gym surrounded by concrete with a glass ceiling tinted like the windows on a limousine.
Gardenia shut the door behind them.
"Now, Kuroiwa," she said, venom flooding into her voice, "You want to tell me what the hell that was?"
"Sinistea almost has the most experience with gym battles, Machamp is up there in terms of raw power, and Fuego wants to build a legacy," Hilbert said. "I had to finish with them."
"That's what it's about? Legacy? Fame?" she asked, glaring right into his eyes.
"For them, yeah," Hilbert answered.
Hilbert caught her wrist before the palm attached to it could strike his cheek. "My bones are made of metal. Don't hurt yourself."
She tore her hand out of his grip and snarled. "You think I just wanted a challenge? I'm trying to keep you alive, you moron!"
"I proved that we were strong enough, didn't I?" Hilbert asked.
"That's not the point! We're trying to make a benchmark for your strength and we can't do that if you're holding back," she spat. "Gym leaders talk, alright? Roark told me what to expect and I needed to test that. How can we entrust you with anything if you're not going to be clear with how far your abilities go?"
That did give Hilbert pause. He was challenging the gyms for credibility's sake, after all. "I'll be clear when it comes up. I can deal with spirits, and outright strength isn't usually the solution."
"It is! It is and YOU KNOW IT!" she shrieked. "You think wars are fought with riddles and trick questions? You think you can quell a feral population of Pokémon using kindness? You think you can put down murderers, rapists, and pedophiles with a heart to heart? NO! There's going to be a point where you'll need strength, or someone will need yours—- when you introduce doubt, people can't depend on you! We need to know how far you can go!"
"I'll go as far as I need to," Hilbert said.
"Yeah? What if someone needs you to go further? What then? What happens when you can't go far enough?" She prodded like a gardener cutting weeds. "Because if you can't be depended on and people die, it'll be your fault."
Hilbert's blood turned to ice.
Was that really…?
Lightning flashed in his vision and he saw pouring rain. A lodge in a drowning valley. A bed with a dying little girl.
He took a step back.
"You get it?" she said, her voice quivering with rage. "You understand what I'm saying now?"
Hilbert began to answer, but suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
It swung open and a blond-haired woman poked her head in, smiling beatifically. "I apologize if I'm interrupting something. My blood tends to run hot after watching a battle like that; I had a question and I couldn't let it rest."
Gardenia's face contorted oddly as she regarded the other woman and stepped back. "C-Cynthia," she stuttered, "What are you-"
"Oh, I asked the secretary where I could find the both of you," Cynthia said, before stepping in. "You should really give that woman a raise, she looks like she's been working hard."
"R-right," Gardenia said.
Hilbert, being a teenage boy, could be oblivious, but he was generally aware of body language.
Clearly, Gardenia was a lesbian. Cynthia was rather tall, so he could sort of understand.
He looked to Cheryl to see what her reaction was, only to see a similar expression on her face.
Huh, wouldn't have guessed, he thought.
His heart pulsed with annoyance and sent a painful pulse through his eyes.
Acknowledging this and sending his own annoyance right back, Hilbert focused in spiritually and saw white. Sheer, unblinking white, like a splotch of paint against the air. It seemed to be projecting from behind her like a golem standing vigil, with legs thicker than a dozen tree trunks and a torso like the side of a mountain. Far above him, through the darkened greenhouse glass, he could see sports where orbs of all kinds of TE floated around and seemed to look down on him like eyes.
"Huh," Hilbert said, looking back at the woman whose spirit was as tall as the building. Another Platinum Soul had been in the audience and he hadn't noticed?
He then remembered that he ought to have been terrified of her spirit but realized that fear was a little less powerful when you knew what you were fearing.
"Who are you?" Hilbert asked, turning his head slightly.
Gardenia swiveled and looked at him with her mouth agape. "That's- the CHAMPION- you complete-"
"Please, just call me Cynthia," she insisted, with little force behind her words. The spiritual mass behind her seemed to flex as she spoke. "It was Kuroiwa, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Hilbert answered, tuning out Gardenia's sputtering and Cheryl's shuddering. "I'm a spiritualist, by the way. Do you have the same dreams that I do?"
She got a strange look in her eyes, but the smile remained. "I saw. I'm unsure what dreams you're referring to."
"You know." Hilbert let a bit of Zekrom through when she looked him in the face.
Her eyes widened slightly. "Hm. Perhaps I do. Zapdos?"
"Zekrom," Hilbert replied. "I'm from Unova."
"Ah. I have a villa there," she said, before pausing and putting a finger to her chin in thought. "Hero of Ideals, if I recall correctly."
"Just about, yeah. Have you visited recently?"
"Oh, heavens no," she laughed. "Too much to do here."
"I only just left myself," Hilbert said with a shrug. "Was in a coma for a few years training."
Gardenia seemed to be facing everywhere but the blonde in front of them. "Kuroiwa, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Don't worry about it," Cynthia said at the same time as he did. She then asked, "Have you had any problems with electrical burns?"
"Occasionally," he answered, rubbing his back. "Got between a rock and a hard place."
"Ah. I suffer from sprains myself. I tend to break things."
The way her spirit expanded as she said that was a little disturbing, Hilbert admitted mentally.
"I've got the same problem with stuff that isn't surge protected," Hilbert said, before holding up his Pokétch. "This was a lucky prize."
"I see. This is fascinating, but as I said, I wouldn't want to take up too much of your time." Was meeting others with Platinum Souls a common occurrence for her? "You're a spiritualist, as you said."
"I'm a Ground-type specialist that works with a lot of Ghost-types," Hilbert said, before blinking and shaking his head. "I mean, yeah, basically." Her spirit was fairly distracting and it seemed to linger now that he recognized it was there, towering over him.
"I am having problems with a Ghost-type that I have captured recently," she said, palming an Ultra Ball. "I have been looking for someone that can speak with them and remedy their issues."
"Oh," Hilbert said, blinking again. "Uh, I don't mean any disrespect, since this is the kind of thing I'm specced into, but don't you know anyone else that could do it?"
She looked away at that, a light flush coming to her face. For a woman seeming to be on the other side of thirty, it was strange seeing any kind of embarrassment. "There are… purported spiritualists that I am aware of, but for a variety of reasons, I can't rely on them for this."
"That sucks," Hilbert said.
"I'm aware. It is a risky proposition despite Spiritomb only melting half of Garchomp's face," she said with an entirely straight face.
Hilbert blinked.
"Do you need eye drops?" Cheryl whispered. "I have some in my bag if you do."
"Nah, it's fine," Hilbert said, before turning back to Cynthia. "Come again?"
"They're somewhat dangerous to normal humans. And Pokémon. Most Pokémon," Cynthia said. "However, I believe it would be reasonable to assume that Ideals are as strong a domain as Will to Power. You're likely able to handle their power."
Hilbert had been wondering why he had been itching to build a mountain and bury the bitch that had killed Belle Makino. Huh. He recognized that he didn't usually think in such strong terms, either.
"I'm game," Hilbert said simply. "Army of One."
His heart pulsed and Golett swirled into being between them, dull brown like the beaten earth before they shifted to their usual bluish-gray.
Cynthia only raised her eyebrow. "A Golett?"
"It's a whole thing," Hilbert said, tapping his chest though his heart hadn't cut through his clothing. "They're my partner."
"Can they die?"
"Sort of, but not like this," Hilbert said.
Golett dissolved into a pile of sand before reforming a few seconds later.
"I see," she said, nodding along. "I'll place Garchomp on standby as well."
Back in Jubilife, he had nearly pissed himself when he saw a Tyranitar and Garchomp going berserk, though he liked to think he was more terrified for the people around him than himself.
There wasn't much distinction when Cynthia's Garchomp emerged.
It towered over him, and had to be eight feet tall, maybe taller. He could scarcely make out the top of its head, which had some kind of blackened bone armor surrounding it in the shape of a dragon's skull, while the lower jaw had similar armor and fit together with the top like rows of teeth. The red scales on their chest had a violet tinge and were speckled with sapphire-like blue scales. Where their scales folded outwards, they looked like razor sharp rings of barbed hooks. Where their fins ended, there were rows of razor-thin spikes that threatened to rip and tear through his flesh. Their shoulders were broad like the pauldrons of a black knight.
It looked down at him.
Hilbert saw red irises filled with blood.
"Her name is Princess," Cynthia said offhandedly.
The Dragon-type cooed like gravel flung across a plane of glass.
"Right," Hilbert said weakly.
"You all should stand back," Cynthia said to Gardenia and Cheryl. "Spiritomb is not a gentle soul."
Their speed made them look quite willing to comply.
Hilbert followed Cynthia as she approached the center of what had to be a training room.
"Ready, Kuroiwa?" she asked, palming the Pokéball again.
Lighting flickered in his eyes. "I'm always ready."
She turned away and after a slow breath, threw it as far as she could.
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Malice flooded into the room like light through a window. The keystone that anchored the Pokémon to the living world sunk into the ground like a meteorite. One hundred and eight spirits cried out at once, some sounding raw and throaty like Machamp once had, others letting out a cacophony of sobs, and some choosing only to screech and try and push the world away. Lengths of type energy lashed out against the earth around them, lighting it ablaze or freezing it or grounding electricity or one of a hundred and five other things.
If it didn't make him want to throw up more with each passing second, Hilbert might have called it beautiful.
The form that could be seen with the naked eye was purple like most Ghost-types were, though it also seemed to darken the world around it with its mere presence, as if it was a black hole that sucked all of the joy and hope from the air and left only despair behind.
He paled as he realized that what little of Zekrom he was channeling was being sucked out of his heart and pulled towards the spirit's orbit. His shirt was beginning to blacken at its front as bolts of lightning flickered between its threads.
Garchomp raised their scythe-like claws and stood in front of Cynthia, growling.
If anything, the spirit only grew more anguished instead of threatened. Sickly green eyes swirled into the fog that hovered above its keystone and focused on him with a jagged glare. A black spiral formed within one of its eyes, spinning backwards and shrinking into itself rather than expanding outwards.
The spirit seemed to exhale. The room darkened further and the light from above dulled. Hilbert began to see his own breath.
"I'll need to get in close," Hilbert said, trying and failing not to shudder.
"Right. Be careful," she said. "Garchomp!"
The Dragon-type roared. They coated their arms in Steel TE and forged their scales like iron before taking a step and exploding forwards.
Spiritomb blew a plume of fire towards Garchomp and cackled.
Hilbert tightened his brow to keep himself from shivering. "Golett. We have to be fast."
His heart pulsed with curiosity.
He watched how Garchomp cut through the fire and danced around the spirit's attacks with a steady rhythm.
"Like Oreburgh," he said, stretching and preparing for the bruise of a lifetime.
Garchomp cut apart a length of Ice TE and leaned to the side.
Hilbert jumped.
Golett threw a slab of stone at the speed of a subway train.
He tumbled through the air towards Spiritomb before letting his spirit loose.
Spiritomb's eyes flickered as it began charging an attack.
"Communion!" Hilbert shouted, just before he made contact.
The boy was a fisherman before he was a warlord.
Back then, the land was called Ransei. It was a land of war; there was simply no other way to describe it. Even the simplest farmhand, most foolish townsfolk, or meager fisherman (like himself) could be conscripted by he or she who thought they could unite it. Eevee wasn't meant to fight battles and win wars- it wasn't a life his partner wanted, so neither did he.
He'd been dragged into it in one way or another. Oichi, was that her name? All pleasant emotions and feelings had long since left him. She had made him the warlord of Aurora and became his mentor.
If he was going to do it anyway, he had wanted to unite the world through justice, fairness, and righteousness. That was the sort of life he could be proud of.
It wasn't meant to be.
Hideyoshi, that overexcitable bastard, he had been the first. The master of flames had only sparked a fire in the boy rather than putting it out.
Kingdoms fell to his rule. Eevee had been a tiny little packet of destruction.
Perhaps that should have been his first clue.
He quickly attracted Nobunaga's attention. A relative of Oichi, and the man the boy naively thought to be a villain and nothing more.
So, the boy continued on.
It was dishonorable to kill another warlord on the battlefield. The strength of your Pokémon was the only true factor in battle and it was unthinkable to attack an opponent that had submitted.
The boy only thought of Nobunaga as a villain. Why had he come so far if not to defeat him? He was the Hero. If that didn't describe him, then there was no other purpose.
Of course, the first time he executed an opponent, there were those that turned away in disgust. Did they not understand? What he did was necessary to defeat the Villain that was Nobunaga. There was no other way.
Oichi must have seen what he was beginning to turn into, as she had run off in the middle of their campaign, and his spymaster claimed she had run back home to Dragnor.
His opponents either fled in fear or fought until their last breaths.
The boy had brought about a period of hell. Conquest. War. Famine. Death.
The boy died.
The warlord continued on.
Eevee had evolved at a point but ran off as well. That was fine. When he had conquered Ransei and brought the Villain's rule to an end, they would see what he did was right. It was only right. He had to be the Hero, because there had to be a Hero to oppose a Villain.
More of Nobunaga's kingdoms entered his rule. Those that even hinted at their displeasure were executed or run off. The warlord didn't need traitors that questioned him.
They had arrived at Dragnor. Nobunaga and Oichi stood opposite him as he raised his short sword and katana, each slick with blood.
His warlords refused to come to his aid. He realized that he had not won, but merely been surrounded and betrayed. He was no longer among friends and allies, but traitors and villains like Nobunaga.
"Leave," Nobunaga had said, Zekrom's power flickering in his eyes. "And never return."
The warlord ran.
He ran and ran. There was no kingdom that would allow him entry, no village that would serve him, no parishioner that would come to his aid.
He could see it clearly. There was no reason to pursue his goal. There had been no goal, only failure and those that would abandon him.
There was no purpose. No religion that was correct, not even the Archean legends that dictated that whoever united Ransei would be able to recreate the world. There was no purpose to that faith, that legend. He would have to pursue his goal directly and discard faith entirely.
Delusional and exhausted, he stumbled into a cave and fell deep into the depths of Ransei.
He saw a titan wreathed in white, one that had ruby eyes on its chests and forests sprouting from among its creases.
Will to Power.
For the first time since he met Eevee, he understood another Pokémon.
Regigigas came to his aid. With a single hand, it was able to tear towns from their foundations and mold the region to his will.
Ransei didn't have a mountain. Hisui did. Sinnoh did.
How long had it been since that day?
Vaporeon had long since passed away. His loyal companion through childhood who had abandoned him and had been right to do so.
Regigigas, the titan he'd brought to his cause and granted him domain over Earth, had been sealed away by Nobunaga. It was ironic that the greatest evil he had known had discarded Ideals and embraced Limits to stop him.
But that was just it, wasn't it? The warlord considered this endlessly. He had made the evil righteous via pursuit of his own goals.
The warlords of Ransei had locked away their swords and armaments in what would become Snowpoint Temple, as they had no other homes to return to. There were no kingdoms, and only a handful of people left to rule. They dragged him to the peak of the mountain that was his crowning achievement, Mount Coronet. Beneath him he saw the land that he had recreated, a land that seemingly had never been touched by human hands except for the icy edifice to the north.
He had been placed on an Archean cross in the rain, his hands melded to the false golden spokes with wires and metallic spokes. Blood and water had run thick through his hair and it hung beneath the storm.
"Regigigas… my god, my god," he remembered saying as life left him, "Why have you forsaken me?"
And he received no answer.
The warlord died. Ransei died with him.
Hisui was born.
His spirit remained as a cloak over the region. He watched new lords rise and fall over the land. What little of Regigigas's power that remained in him leaked out of his cross like mud, spreading out like marble and reforming into pillars that threatened to pierce the heavens.
He saw the sky turn a milky white and a red eye appear in the great spirit of Arceus, one that had never been truly seen by human eyes.
He went blind. His spirit drifted from place to place, never able to ascend as it came closer and closer to the earth.
A spiritualist had seen him somewhere to the east. They bound him to a stone like a common Ghost-type with little regard for what he had once been.
And then there was another spirit, bound to the same stone.
And then another.
And one hundred and five more as centuries passed and the stone became so dense with spiritual energy that it was physically destructive to the world around it.
The only thing he could do was scream.
Once, he had seen light.
Now, all he knew was despair.
Hilbert breathed heavily as he tumbled out of a roll and slid along the ground. He turned himself back towards Spiritomb, who he had just flown through.
The spirit seemed to have locked up for the moment, but soon continued moving. Spiritomb's eyes reformed and glared at him.
"...So, that's it? You gave up and decided it was the world that needed to change? You gave up your morals in exchange for your ideals?"
A lash of fire snapped exactly where his head had been a split second before.
"You can't just follow your ideals!" Hilbert shouted, eyes a solid black. "You have to have a mix. You can't find Heaven by abandoning Earth!"
The spirit, distracted, was blindsided by Garchomp hitting its anchor with a Stone Edge.
"I'll take care of these people," Hilbert said, before pointing a thumb at his chest. "Forget about your past and move on."
The keystone slammed into the opposite wall. The gas wafting off of it dissipated somewhat and the face disappeared into vapor as the collection of spirits was stunned.
Hilbert's brow furrowed. "I don't think there's anything I can do, Cynthia. There's not just one spirit in that Pokémon. Communion connects my spirit with the target and I can't hone in on one long enough for it to work."
"I see," she said, pulling the stunned Spiritomb into their Pokéball through a stream of red light, soon followed by Garchomp. Disappointment was clear in her voice. "That's the best we can do for now, I suppose," she added with a sigh. "Thank you for your assistance. I'll keep track of any changes that might occur."
Hilbert nodded. "It's the least I can do, but…' his brow furrowed again. "Ransei… do you know anything about that?"
Cynthia looked at him oddly for a moment. "I believe there are mentions of it in the Canalave library. The Sinnohan continent has had different names throughout the ages."
Golett, put a pin in that, Hilbert thought.
His heart pulsed with annoyance at being treated as a secretary. Again.
"Right, right," he said. "I'm glad to help." One a whim, he felt around for the spiritual energy lingering in the room.
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"Huh," he said, before shaking himself and forcing himself to relax. He had the feeling that something had changed, but he couldn't quite tell what.
"It was a pleasure to meet you," Cynthia said, offering a hand which Hilbert quickly, though not spastically, shook.
"It's cool to meet the Champion in person," Hilbert admitted with a nod.
"Ah, being the Champion is only a means to an end," she said, waving him off, "You understand, of course." She walked away and stopped near Gardenia. "I believe you were arguing with Kuroiwa about him not being strong enough?"
Gardenia froze. "Well, um, yes ma'am, but that's because-"
"He can take whatever you might throw at him," Cynthia said in a soothing tone. "I trust his ability. Dreamers have a special kind of strength, wouldn't you agree?"
The corner of her mouth twitched oddly. "Yes, ma'am."
"Fantastic." Cynthia smiled. "We'll meet again, I'm sure."
With that, she left the greenhouse. The click of her heels echoed heavily behind her even after the weighted door slammed shut.
Cheryl let out an explosive breath and clutched at her chest. "What on Earth was that?"
"Normal," Hilbert said.
"What?" she said, her eyebrows knitting together.
"Normal-type," he clarified. "Don't worry about it."
Her face only scrunched up further.
"Kuroiwa, you have my permission to enter the Old Chateau," Gardenia said with a shuddering breath. "I won't take back what I said. You can't hold back when it counts… but I'll agree that you're strong enough. For now. Give me a minute and I'll get you your gym badge."
AN:
Not too proud of this one, been busy and unable to really focus. Anyway, a bit about the last two chapters:
Fuego's call and response thing with "Are you ready?" comes from Kamen Rider Build. Shit's badass. There's a particular scene that it's referencing but that's spoilers. Indeed, Fuego están número uno.
Cynthia's a conduit for Regigigas' spirit, whose domain I've decided to make the Nietzschean concept of Will to Power. There's a decent wikipedia article on it, but the basic idea is that all growth is motivated by a desire to act out one's will on the world. It seemed fitting for the memetic terror of Sinnoh. The physical body of Regigigas is locked away somewhere so they have to act through a conduit.
The Hero of Ransei is inside Spiritomb. Pokémon Conquest is now sort of canon to TLSAT, though I've messed with it in a way that will absolutely come up again later. Spoilers. Lol.
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