"Like I said, losses are just as important as wins. Take each one as a learning opportunity and be sure you're a good sport once the fighting is over. I'm sure you wouldn't like it if you beat an opponent fair and square, only for them to give you the cold shoulder afterward. Battles are a friendly competition of skill and strength; when they are over there should be no more hard feelings, no matter who wins. You should always respect an opponent who gave it their all, just like Linoone did for you."

"Cor.. Corphish.." I heard my crustacean mutter behind me and glanced at Apollo for some sort of translation.

Acceptance. "Sorry."

I nodded happily, deciding that my point had been made and I could drop the topic for now.

My team rested from their rough battle against the Linoone as we grew closer to the towering buildings of Rustboro, and we were now able to see the huge pond separating us from the city. There was an absolutely massive footbridge that extended right over it, ushering newcomers right into the gates of the sprawling city with a sign welcoming you to Rustboro.

As we approached the bridge we saw plenty of people socializing and enjoying the view; this was apparently a common spot to spend some down time, and along the edge of the pond were multiple people fishing. I suppose they were able to battle the wild Pokémon so long as they didn't do it on the bridge or too close to town, but I couldn't be sure of the exact cutoff.

One thing stood out however; I couldn't see anybody with more than one Pokémon accompanying them. There were a few couples who each seemed to have one out, but I was the only one in sight that had multiple.

I furrowed my brows as I pulled out my Pokédex, which contained the rules and regulations every trainer needed to know for their region as well as settlement specific information.

I found the section titled 'Trainer Restrictions', and sure enough trainers were only permitted to have one Pokémon out in public at a time. I groaned in annoyance, but continued reading as it was not the only note listed for the section.

No battling, flying or teleporting outside of designated areas. No restricted species or anything too big to fit through a doorway, and no riding Pokémon through the streets. All Pokémon must be accompanied unless you obtain some sort of special permit. There were a few others, but after skimming through nothing seemed relevant to me.

Taking a deep sigh, I reached to my belt clip and grabbed Duran's Pokéball. I really didn't want to be seen as playing favorites, however Apollo needed as much exposure to large groups of people as possible. He'd handled Petalburg surprisingly well, but this was a much larger city that was bound to have large crowds of people roaming the streets. Apollo was a developing telepath who needed as much exposure as possible while he was still young; Duran didn't have those kinds of special needs.

"Duran, I'm going to have to return you for now. This city only allows one Pokémon out at once, and Apollo needs to get used to dealing with large crowds because of his telepathy." I explained, and to my surprise Duran didn't seem to care as much as I'd have thought. He hopped down and seemed only slightly annoyed, and I thanked him before returning him to his Pokéball and stowing it in my clip.

"Alright Apollo, be on your best behavior. No telepathic connections except with me, and no teleporting or any other moves, even if you get frightened. Promise?" I asked with a cheerful smile, confident he would be alright. The only two risks that I saw were him getting overwhelmed by the amount of people, or me having to deal with some nosey bystanders curious about the rather elusive Pokemon, both of which I could handle.

"Behave."

I nodded, quite pleased that he was getting in the habit of using his words more. Although emotions and feelings were a surprisingly efficient way of communicating, I still looked forward to having more complete conversations, and we were making great progress to achieving that.

"You're getting good at talking. I'm proud of you partner. Keep it up, practice makes perfect." I praised as we began crossing the archway onto the bridge. It took less than ten minutes to get across, but I was taken by just how peaceful and beautiful it was here. The water was amazingly clear, and I could see the clear outlines of many aquatic Pokémon swimming below the surface, although the only ones I could identify were Marill and Magikarp. People were calm and relaxed, enjoying the evening and seemingly in no rush, and it was a peaceful scene.

As we stepped off the bridge and into Rustboro, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief to be back in civilization. My legs needed to rest from so much walking, and I was desperate for a bed and shower. I needed to go shopping and check in with the gym to see if there was any sort of wait to challenge, however I didn't plan on actually challenging it until after a couple more days of recovery and light training. We might already be ready, but I still had lots that I wanted to work on before putting them through the ringer.

"Excuse me, you're a trainer right? Here, please have one of these!" A young woman's voice grabbed my attention, and before I knew what was happening I found myself holding a pamphlet as the woman rushed off towards a group of teens. I blinked, a bit confused on what had just happened, and looked down at what I was now holding.

"Rustboro Trainers' School - Hoenn's top trainer academy... Student registration now open, select night classes available for licensed trainers free of charge. Proudly sponsored by Devon Corp and the Rustboro Gym…" I muttered as I skimmed through the brochure. On the front was a picture of a large academy, and upon looking around me I was able to spot the building not too far away.

I took note of its location and pocketed the brochure. Norman had recommended that I visit the place, and considering how fast Apollo's telepathy was developing I was inclined to. I was never really a big fan of school, but that was largely due to the social aspects, homework, mandatory attendance and going over topics I found boring or irrelevant. I really enjoyed learning as long as it was an interesting topic, and I thought I might enjoy sitting in on a lecture or workshop if it was sufficiently interesting, particularly if it involved telepathy.

"Learn."

I looked to my shoulder, "Yup, we always try to learn. It's very important. Speaking of which, would you mind if I started correcting your English? I won't do it if you think it's annoying, you're making good progress anyways. Just thought I'd offer."

"Accept."

"I accept. The 'I' tells the person that you are the one accepting." I corrected with a cheeky grin.

"I accept."

Nodding happily, I continued to walk down the neatly laid brick road, and I realized why they didn't want people riding big Pokémon. This really was a beautiful and grande city; tall buildings lined the streets but made plenty of room for nature to integrate, with lots of bushes, trees and flowers nearly everywhere you looked. The air was surprisingly clean; not as good as Petalburg but still surprisingly untainted for how industrialized it was. The streets were bustling with people and Pokémon alike, with quite a few street vendors selling food and an assortment of other goods.

First though, I desperately wanted a shower and to get this backpack off of me, and that required finding the Pokécenter. I kept on walking, looking for the unmistakable building.

"Life. Harmony."

I was pleased he seemed to be coping with the crowds well. I had read that Ralts could become overstimulated when surrounded by lots of emotions, however Apollo seemed to be handling it well. It would likely be another story if he were at something like a party or a tournament, where emotions were high and much more varied, but he didn't seem to have an issue casually walking down a calm street. It could also be because I had instructed him to stay in my mind, and because he wasn't capable of touching multiple minds at once. I couldn't be sure, but I wasn't going to complain.

"How much for the Ralts?"

I turned to find a blonde boy slightly taller and older than me, wearing a dark blue suit over a black undervest and looking particularly well-groomed. He struck me as a rich snob, and I was immediately rubbed the wrong way by his demeanor and question. He held himself proudly and smugly, and he looked at me as though I should be grateful to be in his presence. The kind of person I disliked more than anything; someone who looked down on me.

"Not for sale," I said simply, turning away to continue on.

I felt a hand grab my arm and tensed, turning back with a glare.

"Everything is for sale, for the right price. What's yours?" The boy arrogantly stated as he let go and straightened his suit.

Confidence. Greed.

I glared at him, possibly harder than I'd ever glared before, before answering sharply "This one isn't. He's my partner, not some object to be pawned off. You look like you could afford a breeder, go try that."

The boy cast me a glare of his own, "There hasn't been a single one on the market for months, and none of the region's breeders are working with the species. Who got you yours? I'll pay good money for the information."

I was really getting annoyed with this conversation, but didn't want to cause a scene in a city I'd just arrived to. I tried my best to stay calm and end the conversation as quickly as possible.

"I caught him myself, and no I don't have any tips for you, it was a total fluke. Sorry I couldn't help."

I turned to leave for a second time, but felt a hand on my arm once again. I was really beginning to lose my patience, but turned to face the boy one last time, glaring daggers at him.

"I can tell you're new around here, so let me fill you in. You're talking to Preston Livingston, as in Livingston Investment Firm. Perhaps you've heard of it?" He asked as he brought a finger to his lips with a faux innocence that made me desperately want to punch him.

Superiority. Arrogance.

"Never heard of it," I replied flatly.

He huffed, clearly annoyed as he looked me up and down, taking me in.

"We're well known across the region, but I suppose someone who lives under a bridge like you clearly do might not have heard of us. Needless to say, I have access to nearly unlimited funds. I'd prefer if we could resolve this in a mutually beneficial manner; a business transaction with me could set you up for life, carry you through retirement, and still be in your family for your children's benefit. The alternative is you continue to insult me, and we'll see just how long it takes for you to see reason once you see what I'm capable of."

I blinked, processing the words for a moment before finding my interest had been piqued. This rich kid didn't scare me, but I'd never actually encountered anyone like him so I found myself wondering how he thought he could get to me.

"I don't think I've been insulting, in fact I'd say I've been extremely patient and friendly all things considered. I'm curious though; what do you think you could possibly do that would force my hand?"

He smirked, "I'm glad you asked. For starters, I can make sure no company in this region ever sponsors you. I can also find out who your family is and make life rather difficult for them. Perhaps buy whatever company they work for and fire them without severance, or build a powerplant next door to their house? There are lots of options, but I'd prefer not to go through such a hassle. However I will if you insist on being difficult."

He'd picked the absolute worst person to try that tactic with. I couldn't help but adopt a feral grin, and as I stared into Preston's eyes I didn't need telepathy to know what was going on in his mind. He saw himself invincible, and thought he could swing his family's fortunes and influence around for whatever he wanted. He was used to getting what he wanted, and for getting no repercussions for his threats and strong-arming.

In the blink of an eye, all of my anger disappeared and was replaced by amusement. I couldn't help but laugh deeply; so hard that I had to struggle to remain upright to prevent Apollo from falling off my shoulder, and I couldn't contain it enough to prevent those nearby from looking at the commotion I was now causing. My side ached as my injury flared so I fought to regain control of myself, but it was difficult.

The only family I had I'd never met and were in another region. It may be selfish or childish, but I truly didn't care about anybody other than myself and my team, maybe Miss Augustine and Norman to some extent. I also had no expectations of getting sponsored, and didn't think I would need it to live the life I wanted. Although it would be nice to get some extra cash flow and have the ability to catch more than 6 Pokémon, I by no means saw it as necessary.

I doubted he actually had the power to blacklist me across the region, especially for something so petty.

I found a twisted delight in being able to teach this rich brat a lesson he sorely needed; that money couldn't buy everything and that not everybody could be blackmailed.

I straightened up and wiped a tear from my eye, finally calming down from my outburst as I noticed the looks I was getting from others on the street. Most of them were of concern or disapproval, but I saw a few sympathetic looks as well. I got the feeling some of these people knew the kid and understood the gist of what was happening, which only made the moment even sweeter.

"Sorry, I just found that terribly funny. Thanks for the laugh, for welcoming me to the city, and for teaching me about your family, I'll definitely remember our talk. Good luck or whatever!" I waved farewell with a broad and genuine smile, breaking out into a jog down the road before I could be stopped yet again.

"HEY! Get back here! What's your name, trash?" he shouted angrily from behind me.

My only response was holding up a middle finger over my shoulder, and I kept going until I found the Pokécenter. I might have just done something stupid by pissing that brat off, but I was well and truly done with that conversation and I doubted it would come back to bite me. It wasn't like he could stop me from using the Pokécenter, shopping, or challenging the gym. That was all I really cared about.

"Boy annoyer."

I grinned at Apollo as I stepped into the Pokécenter, "I think you mean 'annoying'. And yeah, he really was."

We were greeted by the lovely breeze of air conditioning and the friendly sight of a Chansey and Nurse Joy manning the front desk. Despite having never been here or met either of them, it still felt familiar and welcoming.

I walked up to the counter, immediately dropping my backpack on the floor and reaching into my pocket to slap my Pokédex on the counter before leaning against it for support, sore from yet another long day of walking. I let out a long sigh of relief before looking up at an unusually concerned-looking Nurse Joy.

"Room, please. Could you also give my team a checkup?" I asked as I unclipped my Pokéballs and set them on the counter.

She furrowed her brows, giving me a critical look.

"Certainly, but are you alright? Your arm isn't looking so great…" she trailed off, looking at my torn and blood-stained sleeve.

I pulled the sleeve up to reveal the bandages underneath, holding it up for her to see.

"It's fine, Rangers patched me up and said it wasn't too bad. If you have some ointment and new bandages I could use after my shower though, that'd be great."

She nodded, seeming much more at ease as she grabbed my Pokédex and plugged it into a slot on her terminal. After punching in a few keys she quickly handed it back, along with a small keycard. The Chansey placed a tray on the counter, along with a fresh bandage and a small tube of ointment. I nodded in thanks, sowing it in my backpack before turning to Apollo.

"I need to recall you for a little bit. They'll take good care of you, and I'll be back before you know it."

He seemed perfectly fine with it, having experienced this once before and picking up on the peaceful aura that all Joys and their Chansey seemed to emit. I gave an appreciative smile before recalling him and placing both of my Pokéballs on the counter.

"Just fair warning, my Corphish hasn't been to a Pokécenter yet. He's well-behaved for me, but I can't be certain how he'll react to strangers in an unknown place," I informed Nurse Joy, who gave a bright smile and a nod of thanks as she grabbed the tray.

"I'm sure we'll manage, but thank you for the warning," She said graciously.

I grabbed my backpack and scanned my keycard to get into the housing wing, quickly finding the room matching the number printed on my keycard. It had all the essentials you could ask for including a bed, microwave, desk, dresser, mini fridge, a stacked washer and dryer, and it's own bathroom. Despite its modest size it was extremely modern and cozy, and I couldn't help but feel amazed that this space was all mine. I hadn't had my own room since living with my mother, and even though it was a temporary thing it still felt great.

Trainers in good standing were permitted to reserve a room for up to a week at a time for free, with the option to pay a small fee for additional days provided there were still other rooms available. I didn't see myself being here for a full week, but it was nice to know I had the option. You'd get caught and booted out if you tried to abuse the system by repeatedly booking rooms to live out of the Pokécenter indefinitely as a form of rent-free apartment, but they were also very accommodating for special cases such as needing more time for medical reasons. It was definitely one of the biggest perks of being a licensed trainer, and I was excited to finally utilize it.

I immediately stripped off my clothes and tossed them into the washing machine as I went to take a shower. I carefully removed the bandage on my arm and was pleased that my wound showed no signs of infection and had begun the healing process. Not that I was terribly surprised; the Rangers had done a really good job of cleaning it up before bandaging me up.

I'm not sure how long I spent scrubbing my body completely clean and trying to get all the dirt and sand out of my hair, but by the time I got out I felt like a whole new person. After tending to my arm I heard a buzzing noise informing me my clothes were ready for the dryer, which told me that I must have been in the shower for quite some time.

I noticed a pair of gray sweats that were apparently loaners and quickly put them on before going back to the front desk to check on my team, now feeling much better than when I had arrived.

Nurse Joy gave a warm smile as I approached the desk, signaling to Chancey to bring the tray containing my Pokéballs.

"Mr. Ingram, perfect timing! Your Pokémon are in perfect health; the only thing worth noting is the gouges on your Corphish's shell, but it's only superficial and will be gone after his next molt."

I gave a curious look as I pocketed the Pokéballs, "I know what molting is in a general sense, but could you tell me what to expect, or when it will happen?"

She beamed, seemingly delighted that I asked.

"All crustaceans molt out of their shell as they grow out of it; the older and bigger they get the less often they will do it, but he's nearly due for one based on the darker shade of his shell. I suspect your Corphish probably has between two to four left in him before he's ready to evolve, and after that happens it'll be multiple months between each molt, sometimes years. It really depends, since there are lots of factors that come into play when it comes to Pokémon growth. Diet, training, exercise, environment, genetics, battle experience, mental health, lifestyle, the list goes on and on."

I raised a brow, "That's… A lot to take in…" I trailed off, my mind suddenly swimming with lots of questions I wasn't sure I should bother her with.

Her face took on a bit of a crimson hue and she waved her hands, seemingly flustered. "I apologize, I tend to get a bit carried away talking about this sort of thing!"

I shook my head, "It's not that, I find it all really interesting and would ask a million questions if I didn't think you had plenty of better ways you could spend your time. Looks like I have some research to do... Say, is there some sort of summary of my team's checkups I could get? I'd love to know things like their age, weight, and any other notes you might have."

Nurse Joy adopted a dumbfounded expression, and I wondered if I'd said something wrong. I gave her a questioning look before she quickly regained her composure.

"Of course! It's been a long time since anybody asked me for a printout… Give me just a moment."

A few moments later Chansey returned with the tray containing my Pokéballs and Nurse Joy handed me two pieces of papers she'd just printed off.

"I really appreciate all your help. Was Corphish well-behaved?" I asked as I pocketed my Pokéballs.

"It's my job, I'm happy to help! Your Ralts is an absolute sweetheart, and Corphish wasn't much trouble at all."

I raised a brow, noticing her choice of wording.

"Much? Did he cause any problems?"

She waved a hand dismissively, "He got a bit agitated at first, but Chansey was able to calm him down. I suspect next time he visits a Pokécenter he'll be much more relaxed now that he's familiar with how things work."

I sighed in relief as I released Apollo, who reflexively Teleported onto my shoulder. Nurse Joy grew a stern look, her brows furrowing as she adopted a firm tone and scolded us, "No moves in the Pokécenter. That includes your room, however you can use non-attack moves in the recreation area."

My eyes widened at just how unnatural and scary a slightly annoyed Nurse Joy could look, and I didn't want to imagine what she was like if she got really mad. I bowed my head slightly in apology, as did Apollo.

"Terribly sorry, it won't happen again. It's just habit."

She instantly brightened up, accepting our apology as being sincere before wishing us a good rest of our day.

After dropping off the papers in my room for later review and grabbing my Pokedex I decided to go do a bit of shopping, feeling revitalized after my shower. I looked a bit like a bum wearing the loaner sweats, but truthfully it might have been an upgrade from what I normally looked like with my donated clothes and gear, especially now that my hoodie sleeve was torn up. I decided to leave Duran in his ball, since I didn't feel comfortable leaving him in the room alone and I couldn't walk around with both him and Apollo. In the interest of fairness I was making today Apollo's day, and Duran would get to be out with me tomorrow.

I found the Pokémart less than a block away. After checking my Pokédex I discovered I had a little under 50,000 credits, and I suddenly felt like a kid in a candy shop. It was an absolutely enormous amount to an orphan like me, but I had no doubt it would all be gone by the time I left the store.

I needed to take my cash windfall and invest in my future as a trainer. I had most of the basics, but a lot of my gear needed to be upgraded. I quickly found the 'Trainer Outfitter' section, since the first on my list of things to buy was a new tent.

I picked one a bit bigger than what I currently had. Rather than being a solo tent, this new one was meant for 2-3 people, which would helpfully help accommodate my team as they grew. I would probably need to upgrade it again someday, but I felt like it should last me for quite a while. My current tent was made of polyester, but this new one was made of nylon with a rip-stopped weave, which made it both lighter and more durable. This meant that the slightly larger size was offset by the lighter, more compact materials. It cost me 7,500 credits, but I felt it was more than worth it.

I thought about what else would be a good investment for the future, and space-tech obviously came to mind. I had a bit over 40,000 credits left, but I still wanted to buy some high-grade Pokéballs as well as some new clothes. Add onto the fact that I needed to have some money at my disposal for battling and other miscellaneous purchases, I decided to skip it for now. If I was going to spend money on the tech, I was going to do it all at once and get something really nice.

Now standing in front of the Pokéball section, I felt incredibly conflicted. My eyes kept drifting towards two balls in particular; Ultra Balls and Luxury Balls. If I purchased ten of the same kind of ball I would get a Premiere Ball, which I had always thought looked great.

Ultra Balls were far more durable and comfortable than a normal Pokéball, but if I wanted to get my team something truly nice then the obvious choice was Luxury Balls. Each one was an astounding 3,000 credits, with Ultra Balls being less than half the price at 1,200 credits. Although Ultra Balls were among the best you could buy in terms of reliability, nothing beat the comfort of a Luxury Ball.

"Hey Apollo, what's it like in your Pokéball? Is it comfortable?" I asked curiously, looking at my shoulder.

"White. Peace."

I hummed to myself, thinking of my options. I wasn't sure what the difference between a Pokéball, Great Ball, and Ultra Ball was, but I had a feeling they were more of the same, probably just more spacious. I knew that Luxury Balls were built with different environments, and would change based on the type of Pokémon inside. I imagined it would be something like a patch of forest, desert, a small lake, or something like that. Some types of balls such as the Lure, Net and Dusk Balls had certain environments built into them, similar to the Luxury Ball but not adaptable, and likely less spacious if I had to guess.

"Do you like your Pokéball? Or would you want something nicer? I should be able to find a way to transfer you to another one if you want…" I trailed off, realizing that I actually had quite a bit of sentimental attachment to Apollo's Pokéball. It had been the one given to me by Norman, and it would always hold a special place in my heart. I wouldn't fault Apollo if he wanted something better, but I'd be keeping it no matter what.

Agreement. "Special. Stay."

I rubbed his helmet affectionately before deciding to get ten Ultra Balls, two Luxury Balls, a Dusk Ball, and a Net Ball. My thinking was that I would transfer Duran to the Net Ball, do all my future catching with the Ultra Balls, then transfer my team into the other balls where appropriate. I didn't have anything in mind specifically for the Dusk Ball, but it was a bit cheaper than the Luxury Balls and I figured I would likely end up with a Pokémon who enjoyed its darker interior. My gut told me that it would someday hold a ghost, since that was something that I had always had great interest in, but I didn't have any idea which species and knew there were plenty of other types that would like it. While I didn't ever want to plan out my team too specifically, a ghost and a dragon were two types in particular that I had always wanted to try my hand at training someday.

I already had 27,500 credits worth of items picked out, which was more than half of my money.

The main things that came to mind were a new set of clothes and some vitamins or Pokéblocks for my team. After a little time reading the labels on what types of Pokémon benefitted best from them, I ended up getting two vitamins; protein and calcium. They were extremely expensive, and I almost got cold feet until I saw they had a 15% limited-time discount. They ended up being 8,500 credits each, and after doing some mental math I realized that I was almost completely broke again. My Pokédex showed that my bank had exactly 49,156 credits, and I currently had 44,500 credits worth of items picked out.

I ended up getting a small Pokeblock kit, which was thankfully only 3,500 credits. I had originally planned on simply buying a variety pack of Pokeblocks, but they were too expensive and I remembered that I had an assortment of berries thanks to my run-in with the owner of the Pretty Petal flower shop that I wanted to use before they went bad. I also planned on keeping my eyes peeled for any growing in the wild that I would be able to pick, so it seemed like a good investment.

Once again poor, I decided that new clothes could wait. The clothes at the Pokémart were overpriced anyways; I didn't need anything too fancy or trainer-specific.

After checking out with all my items and receiving my Premiere Ball, I found myself with only 1,156 credits left. It physically pained me to spend that much money, but I just kept telling myself that it was best to invest in myself and my team early. I wish I'd been able to set aside more for battling, but I still had a bit to work with and felt like everything I had purchased was necessary. I wouldn't need to worry about Pokéballs anytime soon, the tent was absolutely necessary, and the vitamins and Pokéblock kit would pay off over time.

"Guess we are back to being poor," I muttered as we made our way out of the Pokémart.

Sympathy.

We left just as the sun was setting and the streets were thinning out significantly. I grabbed a cheap sandwich from a deli that was about to close up on my way back to the Pokécenter, feeling famished. We got a couple of strange looks, likely a combination of my Pokécenter attire and the Ralts on my shoulder, but the short trip was without incident.

I released Duran once in the room and gave him a few bites of my sandwich, instructed both of them not to use any moves or make a mess, then spent a bit of time reorganizing my backpack and trying out the Pokéblock kit.

The instructions were extremely vague; toss berries into the compartment, then pump it until they were well blended. You'd then pull a lever on the side and it would compress them into a neat little block, which you could store in the provided Pokéblock case. I had no idea what I was doing so I decided to only make a for now as a test. I decided to use Oran and Pecha berries, remembering that my team had liked the Pecha Pie, and blended them together before offering them to my team.

Duran was a walking garbage disposal who was happy to eat anything, and the only feedback Apollo gave me from both of them was 'good', so I supposed I'd need to do some research on the topic when time allowed if I wanted to make anything of a higher quality. I was a bit confused why they seemed much more enthusiastic about the Pecha Pie, but chalked it up to my novice blending and berry pairing skills. I did note down my test in my notebook though, deciding it would be necessary to figure out which types of berries my team really liked.

Next up were the vitamins, and after explaining to my team that they would help them grow strong and they eagerly took their first one. It was a month's supply and you were supposed to give one a day, so I made a mental note to give them whenever I had dinner.

The soreness in my legs and side was in full swing and I decided I couldn't be bothered to do anything else today so we called it an early night. I felt a bit bad about not doing our routine evening training, and not giving Duran a chance to scavenge for more food, but a conversation with Apollo as translator informed me that he wasn't very hungry and didn't mind relaxing for the night, so long as we trained hard tomorrow. I readily agreed, fully confident that tomorrow would be a productive day, and soon I found myself laying in a heavenly bed more comfortable than any I had ever experienced. The relief my sore and aching body felt was immense, and before I knew it I was sound asleep.

TRAINER ID
Name: Daniel Ingram
Age: 16
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Account: 1,127 credits

POKEMON
Ralts (Apollo) - Male
Corphish (Duran) - Male

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