Master Ball. Held its name well, of that, Hark was sure. But it was nice to know that, in the end, to most people, it didn’t matter what the catch rate was or even if the Pokemon was rare. What mattered was if the Pokemon wanted to go along or not. And that meant a lot to the hedgehog.
But, of course, no world was perfect. Some people were greedy, wanted the world for themselves, no matter where. And that was why Hark put a hand on her arm, communicator turning off.
“But that’s why there’s people like you. People who know right from wrong and aren’t afraid to set it right, which I’m sure you did. And I’m sure this world thanks you. Hell, I’m definitely sure. How else would this one be so attached to you?” he said, pointing to Zeke.
Rebecca’s face went bright pink all the way under her headphones and she looked down at her Pecha in embarrassment.
“Mhm, the region thanked me. My home was their ‘thank you’ gift.”
She motioned her head towards the large mansion-like house in front of the orchard, her face still bright pink.
Speaking of Zeke, he grumbled in his sleep and plopped his head right back on the champion’s lap, causing her to squeak and sigh, her voice deadpan as she spoke.
“I have been captured by the vicious Legendary Pokemon, run for your lives. Aah.”
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