The grassy meadow stretched endlessly, the breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers. Zuri stopped as a trainer stepped forward, blocking her path. Her expression remained neutral, but her voice carried a quiet edge.
You’ve got my attention. Now, what do you want?
The trainer didn’t reply, their hand moving to a Pokéball.
Zuri’s gaze sharpened as she crossed her arms. Fine. If it’s a battle you want, it's what you'll get.
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