Bestia: an ancient energy that allows Pokémon to use their powers. Lucca Aska is a plucky Brionne raised as a hero in a world devoid of Bestia, where Pokémon must use weapons and armour to survive. Destiny has chosen Lucca and five other outcasts to...
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"Here is your tea my lord," Stufful said. He walked across the throne room with a teacup on his head like it was second nature, not needing to balance the cup at all. The cup actually had water in it.
"And the bow before serving?" Father replied. Stufful bowed to Lucca without hesitation, who accepted the teacup with a proud smile.
"Read the database on Poipole," Father said.
Stufful shut his eye and began to recite. "Docile Ultra Beasts that reside in curious habitats of ruins throughout Reverie."
Lucca couldn't stop smiling. Stufful's voice was feminine, cute, and despite his age, smooth. That voice brightened his mood whenever he heard it, although that was rare. It wasn't expected of the Stufful either, who throughout ten years of continued training, had grown to match his height since evolving into a Brionne. Stufful now wore a small bag and a sheath for his knife at his side, and was easily identified by the large tear over his left eye, which he kept closed at all times.
"They do not attack unless agitated, usually emitting a cry to alert others of their kind. If a conflict isn't resolved quickly, then they flee, keeping to groups as much as they can. We're yet to decipher their language, but of all the beasts' dialogue, theirs is the most comprehensible," Stufful said. He opened his right eye when he was done.
"And you fully understand what that means?" Father said.
"It means they're the least aggressive Ultra Beast, and they normally run from fights. Because they stay in groups and live with us, we've almost been able to translate their language," Stufful said.
"You suddenly detect an enemy approaching Lucca from behind, sneaking within the shadows. Act!" Father said.
Stufful didn't say a word as he walked behind Lucca to glance side to side and scout what was there. "On your toes, my lord."
"I er, don't have toes," Lucca giggled.
"I see. Observant, but not making a big deal," Father muttered, a flipper by his mouth. "Well, it took two hours and it was made up on the spot, but it seems that you've passed the retainer test. You were right about this Pokémon, Lucca."
"You mean-" Lucca gasped.
"He is arguably better as a retainer for you than Alver is. He is quiet, observant, obedient, and powerful," Father said. The two Pokémon standing before him had childishly excited grins. "It seems that his skills as a feral hunter transferred to serving you well. What have you decided to name him?"
"He was called Mimia," Lucca said slowly. He glanced at Mimia, who took a moment to glance back. Mimia tilted his head. "I don't think it's right changing that name. And I like it, anyway."
"Mimia. Very well then. From this day forth until death, Mimia is now your personal retainer. May he serve you valiantly in your future endeavours," Father said. He gave them both a pat on the head, and Lucca finally burst from happiness. He stood on his tail, threw his flippers up high and hooted excitedly. "Do not celebrate just yet. You still have much to achieve, my son."
