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What now?

It was a question that first popped up as I bore Amanda's crest on my left shoulder. It popped up again, when I finally clicked the pin-clasp that firmly set Ash's crest to my right.

When do the trials begin?

Another question that planted its roots deep in my head right alongside the other. Together, over time, they'd be watered, they'd be cared for, then they'd eventually blossomed and flower, sprouting the seeds of doubts all over the place to continue the cycle forevermore.

Who will I be fighting against first?

Where is the venue for the first trial?

Here?

Do we do it here?

But perhaps the question that bloomed the most prominent right here and now was the one that only most recently planted its roots.

Why was the announcer stepping down?

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