His journey is over. At the young age of nineteen, Ash has done it all. He is the very best, like nobody ever was. Eight regions conquered and explored, championships lost and won, and the grandest title of them all.
Finally, A Pokemon Master.
On...
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Wyndon City, Galar.
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Zzt!"
She woke up six hours later to the sound of a blaring alarm. Begrudgingly, the woman pulled herself up and out of bed. Her long hair spilled around her body, and was tangled up between her limbs. She struggled for a moment to escape it's hold.
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Zzt!" Her rotom phone buzzed over and over until she practically smashed the new device over the corner of the bedside table. "I'm awake, rotom. Please stop."
The phone smiled back at her and suddenly took off, levitating into the air. "Roger that, Zzzt! Good morning, Ms. Shirona! Is there anything I can assist you with this afternoon?"
With a quiet sigh, the Sinnoh champion slowly peeled herself from her diagonal position on the queen bed and sat herself up against the grey-finished wooden backboard. She reached up to stretch her arms in between another set of yawns, before finally responding to the rotom assistant. "What time is it?"
Judging by how bright it was in her room, it was likely sometime midday, which wasn't exactly that surprising considering how late she got back last night.
"It is currently two-forty three PM, bzzt! Shall I give you report on the weather?" The eager phone answered back. She didn't respond, merely turning her still hazy vision toward the window to her right. It was large, almost wall to wall and rectangular in shape. It gave rather impressive view of the cityscape of Galar's biggest city.
"No, Rotom. Instead, give me quick summary of the top three global news stories."
The electric device seemed to be stumped for a moment before reading off from some random article.
"You got it! Here's a compressive report of the current trending topics globally, according to: wwwTheGalarian.org." Rotom took another moment to seemly process what it was about to spit out, before the low quality voice began to resonate out from the small speakers built in top of the device. "Tensions continue to rise in Alola's Melemele island. Reports indicate that the mass anarchy has only spread further, and is beginning to reach the other islands of the region. In Galar, things are not much better, the general public is being left sign a thousand questions yet the government refuses to issue a statement on the situation..."
The Pokémon trailed off and Cynthia felt all the feelings from the day before suddenly rush back into her sleep deprived brain. It was a reminder about all the work she has yet to do, and that she had no idea what was to come over the next few days.
Her responsibilities, both as a champion and as a person we're going to begin piling up. It was about the worst timing for something like this to happen for her, considering how the Sinnoh league was supposed to begin its preliminary rounds within the next two weeks. Mentally, she's already exhausted, and it hasn't even been two days since the news officially broke.
