Hana
A pokemon trainer on the road.
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Honey had barely taken three steps onto the dirt path leading out of the small town when it happened. A breeze rustled through the tall grass, and the sound of a flock of Pidgey faded into the distance. Then, a sharp voice cut through the calm.
Honey froze, their gaze locking with the source of the voice—a girl standing a few meters ahead, arms crossed and radiating a strangely intense energy. She looked like she'd just jogged out of a sports anime: pink hair tied messily under a baseball cap, a loose hoodie and sweatpants combo that seemed incapable of containing the... sheer physics of her overly exaggerated curves. Her chest bounced with every irritated breath, as if punctuating her already dramatic presence.
The Pokéball was already flying through the air.
Honey barely had time to grab a Pokéball of their own before a flash of light signaled the appearance of Hana’s first Pokémon—a scrappy-looking Machoke flexing like it was already celebrating victory. The sheer speed of it all felt less like a friendly challenge and more like being mugged with Pokémon.
Hey, you! Eyes over here!
Honey froze, their gaze locking with the source of the voice—a girl standing a few meters ahead, arms crossed and radiating a strangely intense energy. She looked like she'd just jogged out of a sports anime: pink hair tied messily under a baseball cap, a loose hoodie and sweatpants combo that seemed incapable of containing the... sheer physics of her overly exaggerated curves. Her chest bounced with every irritated breath, as if punctuating her already dramatic presence.
Rules are rules,she said, already reaching for a Pokéball from her well-worn backpack.
When two trainers lock eyes, there’s no turning back. I’m Hana, by the way.She said it like it didn’t matter, like it was just a formality before an execution.
Wait, but I—Honey started, but Hana wasn’t listening.
The Pokéball was already flying through the air.
Let’s make this quick! I’ve got bills to pay!
Honey barely had time to grab a Pokéball of their own before a flash of light signaled the appearance of Hana’s first Pokémon—a scrappy-looking Machoke flexing like it was already celebrating victory. The sheer speed of it all felt less like a friendly challenge and more like being mugged with Pokémon.
Come on, new kid,Hana called with a smirk, adjusting her cap. “Let’s see if you’re worth my time.