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29 | where the sea sleeps

Music in media: Where The Sea Sleeps by DAY6 (Even of Day)

Spring wakes to an ode of turbulence. The plum blossoms have arrived, always earlier than the cherry blossoms, flaking the skies and nature with all shades of pink and a sweet and sour scent. But now's not the time for that... Right?

"And why is my role watching the flowers?" Kaspar's brow cave in and heat crackles in his eyes, or maybe it's just the reflection of Ho-Oh's Sacred Fire.

"Matsuba needs to guide his Pokémon, Hayato needs to help out with the Flying-types, Kyo's with me, your Pokémon can manage on their own, and in this chaos, no one is lax enough to appreciate the plum blossoms. But we trust you'll enjoy yourself for our sake."

Meta always has a way of aggravating Kaspar, which makes me wonder if they were sworn enemies in their past lives. How else do they butt heads even in a flood?

"Whatever. I'm the Tactician, not you."

"That's the point," Meta says. "The trees are at higher ground and you'll be with your fellow neighbours and some other visitors. You get a good vantage point and can warn us of anything."

"Do I look like an Absol to you?" Nevertheless, Kaspar struts his ass and leads the pack of non-trainers away from the waters to the rising ground leading to the bundle of plum trees and the slower-blooming cherry trees.

Once the issue is resolved (somewhat) Meta turns to me. I look away, focusing instead on the band of passionate trainers and Pokémon trying to shoo the water away as if it were a herd of Mareep. At least it's isn't a herd of Mareep, or we'll be electrocuted on the spot. Matsuba, Hayato, a few trainers and even Professor Elm from the neighbouring Wakaba Town rushes over to help with Cyndaquil, Totodile and Chikorita in tow. The Wakaba-born Champion Crystal who just happens to be home joins in and has her Mr. Mime set up a Barrier tracing the coastline, cutting the flood short. The Champion is indeed the Champion for a reason.

"But it's a temporary measure," I observe. "Meta, is there a way to stop the sea levels from rising?"

"I don't think it will stop anytime soon," Meta says, his voice a little hoarse and I steal a glimpse at the waters. Clouding the horizon is a happy group of Wailord leaping in and out of the sea. They aren't heading towards the land, but the sea level changes significantly with their motions.

"Is it possible to teleport them somewhere?" While the idea seems plausible, I also want to avoid beached Wailord along the coast out of sympathy for the Pokémon who simply have no idea of our ongoing ordeal.

"We can catch them with Poké Balls," he suggests.

Glass shatters somewhere as water gushes into a house.

"Then let's get to sea," I mumble, my heart vibrating with excitement and fear, a hot and cold sensation exchanging places every heartbeat.

Meta envelops me with his slimy body, prompts me to close my eyes, then a force propels me through the waist-deep waters with unpredictable strength. At one point in our straight-line journey, we pass through what feels like a mushy membrane with a tiny jolt zipping through my veins, and Meta dissolves, freeing me back into reality. The water has gone to my chest in just a few seconds, all thanks to the Barrier.

In a quick Transformation, the Ditto spreads itself out and grows a neck with two handles, kind of like a scooter with a ridiculously large base, minus the wheels.

"Get onto me!"

I don't need him telling me twice and roll myself onto Meta, reaching for the handles once I land on his body.