Vocational Retraining: Chapter 1
I was sitting on the soft, earthy grass of a particular spot of soil, one that I'd laid my behind on for a great length of time now, hugging tightly my own knees and resting my head on them. Dressed in my most casual outfit, a small blue pullover and...
Vocational Retraining: Chapter 5
The masses of clouds below, sparse and thin, gave us both a perfect view of the familiar grand blue expanse people now call the ocean. Its stillness and uniformity was strangely soothing, helping my restless heart stay put in the boundaries of my own...
Vocational Retraining: Chapter 4
A deafening silence lingered in the closed study. As if a thin veil had covered the walls of stone and captured every sound of the last sentence pronounced by the unfazed Metagross in front of me, his deep red eyes betraying the truth behind his words....
Vocational Retraining: Chapter 3
To say that my night was filled with bad dreams couldn't be further from the truth. I slowly woke up from the deep, peaceful slumber my body had fallen victim to, and let out a gaping yawn before I could even begin to care about my surroundings or the...
Vocational Retraining: Epilogue
“Are you sure they're going to reply today?" Rikiya was sitting on the flat ground in a corner of the large study, next to the vintage mahogany bookshelf holding countless books of accumulated knowledge about Pokémon gathered along the...