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It's a Brand New Adventure in the World of Pokemon (HIATUS)

Two strings are intertwined and were lock tight by destiny. One brought Glory, One brought Vain; One shall be guided by the Overwhelming past, and One shall be guided by the Unknown future. These two strings will pull the curtains as the stage sets a new play and a new adventure in the world of Monsters

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It's a Brand New Adventure in the World of Pokemon

The cold wind blows throughout the breezing night. It was nighttime, but at a distance, there was a stadium, ringed with golden light. Colors sprouted from the interior to the outside world. Screams of joy echoed through the stadium as there was a competition happening. In the center of the stadium, two important figures were being highlighted by the spotlight as they were the two competitors fighting for the title to gain glory.

"You're smart. I like that." A guy said in annoyance as he looked at the trainer, who was at the other end of the field. The trainer withdrew his fainted Pokemon from its respective pokeball. The trainer took out a new one, but before throwing it for the next battle, he threw it upward just to catch it repeatedly.

"You're annoying, I hate that." The trainer mocked him.

This trainer's name is Yoake Katsuragi. There are many things he is known for, like competing in tournaments. He wears an all-black outfit, a black vest, a black shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. In his outfit, there was one piece that stood out the most: his black scarf. It has a length of a meter, enough to wrap around his neck to give some warmth.

"I've heard many tales about you, winning at sports, competitions, and such, but there is always that curiosity that lingers on me the most." The guy asked Yoake.

"Ah? And what is it? " As he threw the Pokeball into the battlefield, a golden shock appeared and disappeared as a Pokemon showed up from the thrown Pokeball, it was a Lucario, heading on to an enemy Gallade.

"Your scarf, I've heard tales about it being a symbol of the pact you made with the devil just to be talented, or is it the tale of something else?" The guy asked as he recalled an old myth from the community.

Yoake sighed and decided to answer his opponent's question, "I'm surprised an old person like you falls for such myths, but believe me, I hate the tales regarding my scarf."

"But since we're already nearing the end of this competition, I'll give you some hint. It's more of a gift of inspiration."

Yoake remarked as he showed the Mega stone. He then pressed it, and all of a sudden, a powerful explosion occurred, it echoed through the stadium, and the people were getting hyped as this day would be written in history. The guy made his response and showed his mega stone to evolve Gallade.

Gallade and Lucario appeared in their Mega evolved form and took their stance so they could begin their fight alongside their trainers. The crowd continues to cheer, the hype machine begins, the chills, the wait is finally over as this night would embark on a memory that no one will ever forget.

"LUCARIO, DARK PULSE.", "GALLADE PSYCH CUT!"

With the orders from their trainer, both Pokemon charged as Lucario's first formed a dark aura while Gallade's blade formed an aura of purple. The two Pokemon clashed and the spotlight focused on them so the crowd could see them, and the cheer began.

Gallade tries to pierce its blade to the Pokemon but its speed couldn't match Lucario's, and because of this, Gallade was the first one to get hit by Lucario's dark pulse before he even slices him.

"LUCARIO, CRUNCH!", "GALLADE USE TRICK ROOM!"

Both trainers commanded their Pokemon, and by speed, Lucario came in first. With its powerful jaws, it crunches Gallade's right arm, the unarmed one. Gallade tries to rub him off but the teeth dug too deep into the Pokemon's skin, there was no chance to just brush him off. Gallade swayed his bladed hand just so Trick room would work.

For a quick time, a cube appeared from his hand, for a quick time, it expanded throughout the field with its purple glow. But it was too late, The Pokemon was in critical condition, and it slowly fainted to the ground. It was weak compared to Lucario even though he has the typing advantage. Both Pokemon lost their Mega evolved state, and went back to their original form. Yoake breathes out a pocket of exhausted air. The crowd applauds as the night decides to award the winner to the trainer.

The guy withdrew his Pokemon, and by his sportsmanship, he decided to walk up to the winner and gave his regards to congratulate him.

"Using Move types huh. Good for you." The guy congratulated him. Even though he lost, he still sends his regards. Yoake accepted it and decided to give a small smile.

"Good for you that you reached this moment as well. But of course, as a saying, this scarf will always be- a- secret." Yoake stated as he tries to give an optimistic approach to his opponent. He was a good opponent, taking down five of his Pokemon, but in the end, Yoake won.

"AND FOR TONIGHT'S WINNER! YOAKE KATSURAGI FROM PALLET CITY!" The announcer said over the speakers of the stadium. Everyone cheered for him, the spotlight went to him, and it felt like a dream for the trainer. He finally won, he finally achieved the title of the

"International Pokemon champion".

"OI BRO!"

While celebrating, he heard a knock behind him. He groaned as he removed his headset, placed it on top of his computer desk, and walked to the door where the knock was coming from. He turned the knob and opened it, and he was greeted by a girl, a few centimeters smaller than him, who had black pony-tailed hair, a black nightgown, and of course, the Katsuragi feature, Red pupils. It was his sister, Yugure.

"What?" Yoake asked his little sister.

"Are you forgetting something?" Yugure said in an agitated tone.

''Shit, I forgot.' He said as he remembered that he had to do this week's groceries.

He quickly took the note that Yugere was handing to him, closed the door, and began to change. He replaced his comfy house clothes with more personal travel clothes. He wore his black sweater with a mock white shirt on it, black jeans, black socks, and shoes with a white sole. He then wore his scarf, the small cloth that was lying beside him on his desk.

After changing, he grabbed his phone and placed it in his pockets alongside the paper. He quickly opened the door to his room and rushed to the door that led to the hallway of their condo.