Pokemon: An Unexpected Journey

Chapter no.190 WW2: Miyamoto's Story

Miyamoto felt suffering like a relentless storm, constantly battering her fragile world. In her mind, the question lingered: who knew suffering more than children trapped in the ruthless grip of poverty? Unlike adults, armed with choices and strength, children like her were helpless, mere leaves in a tempest of destitution.

The streets of Orre, under the distant rule of the Weimar Republic, were her home - a stark contrast to the grandeur that history books claimed. The adults spoke of a time when Orre was a powerful haven, but Miyamoto's hungry stomach knew better. Her parents were enigmas, their faces and voices long lost to time, leaving her alone at four. Now, at fourteen, while others her age embarked on adventures, she fought a daily battle for survival.

The depression had choked the life out of the region, and the people felt its deathly grip. The economy collapsed, unemployment was rampant, and despair was the daily bread. Even as a child, Miyamoto saw the hopelessness in the eyes of those around her.

The only time Miyamoto ever felt the satisfaction of a full stomach was during the days of political speeches. She often wondered whether the adults attended these events to listen or merely to eat. But for her, the motivation was clear: the rare chance for a full meal.

On one such day, the atmosphere changed as the crowd around her rose to their feet. They were welcoming the leader of the right-wing extremist party, Team Cipher. The leader, a young man with long sideburns, confidently took the stage.

His presence commanded attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of Orre, thank you for gathering here today. We are at a pivotal moment in our history, a moment that demands our attention and action. For too long, our beloved region has suffered under the ineffective rule of the Weimar Government. This government, which promised prosperity and stability, has led us into an abyss of economic despair and national humiliation.

Consider the Treaty of Versailles, a symbol of our nation's disgrace. This treaty was not just a diplomatic failure; it was a betrayal of every citizen of Orre. It has shackled our economy, crushed our spirit, and tarnished our pride. And who do we have to thank for this? The Weimar Government, whose incompetence and corruption have brought us to our knees.

But it's not just the treaty. Look around you. Look at the state of our streets, our homes, and our people. The once-thriving heart of Orre now barely pulses under the weight of unemployment, poverty, and despair. The government promised change, but what have they delivered? Nothing but empty promises and endless suffering!

And let us not forget the humiliation we have endured on the international stage. Orre, once a proud and respected region, is now a shadow of its former self, a laughingstock in the eyes of the world. The blame lies squarely at the feet of those in power, those who have turned a blind eye to our suffering while lining their pockets with our hard-earned money.

It is time for change! We can no longer sit idly by while our region crumbles and our people suffer. The time for complacency is over! The time for action is now! We must rise up and reclaim our dignity, our pride, and our destiny. We will not be victims of our circumstances; we will be architects of our future!

So I say to you, enough! Enough of the lies, the corruption, and the incompetence! We, the people of Orre, will take back our region from those who have betrayed us. We will build a future where prosperity and dignity are not just dreams, but realities. A future where every citizen of Orre can stand tall and proud. Join me in this fight for our future, for our survival, for Orre!"

Miyamoto, amidst the crowd, felt something she hadn't experienced before. His words, though laced with anger, seemed to offer a glimmer of hope, a promise of change. She pondered over his message, understanding the depth of his criticism of the current government. For the first time, she felt a spark of hope, a belief that perhaps things could be different.