
“I’m still not sorry.”

“I’m still not sorry.”

“…Oops. Sorry, Haachii, guess I got you in trouble.”

“Ah, someone came back?”

“Is that a small Bulba I see~?”

“Did y’all know that Yosuke Hanamura is really cute? No? Well I’m tellin’ ya now! He’s super cute and sweet!”
“Cut the cord and face tomorrow~
Smash the door down, takin’ charge all the way…”

She softly sang up on the roof of the apartment building she now called home. Her singing voice was unmistakably female.

“Oh my. What on earth is going on here?”

The champion let out a huff, plopping the basket of harvested Pecha berries on the ground next to the other baskets. They’d have to get shipped out ASAP, otherwise they’d rot in the crates.
She wondered what was going on, but honestly she didn’t have enough motivation today to find out. Rebecca had to harvest her orchard today.
The champion sneezed and rubbed her nose, grumbling as she got out of her bath and wondering what the fuss was about.

“What the hell is going on?”
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