Within the Hidden Kurobane Residence, laughter carried across the yard. Two children ran barefoot through the grass, their bright voices mingling with the chirps of sparrows and the rustle of small animals that trailed after them. Aiyaka's giggles rang like bells; Itsuki's shouts echoed with the boundless energy of youth. They chased one another without a care, unknowing, unburdened. From the veranda, their parents watched in silence. Hoshika's fingers tightened around a crimson ribbon, her knuckles pale as she pressed it to her chest. Her gaze followed the children, tender but heavy with sorrow. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, trembling beneath its warmth. "...Do you think they'll understand?" Akihiro's sharp profile was unreadable, his eyes fixed on their children with a soldier's focus rather than a father's ease. His arm slid around Hoshika's shoulders, steadying her even as his own silence seemed carved from stone. When he did answer, his voice was low, measured, unyielding. "We cannot think of that now. We have to stay strong... for them." Her tears slipped free anyway, warm against the ribbon in her hand. She brushed them away quickly and forced her voice into something gentle, something motherly. "Kids..." The siblings turned at once, faces bright with innocent curiosity. "Yes, Mother?" Akihiro straightened, his expression unreadable save for the faint weight behind his eyes. He lifted a hand, beckoning them closer. "Come here. It's time for a family meeting." The children exchanged puzzled glances, but they obeyed, their little feet pattering against the wood as they rushed toward their parents. They didn't know. They couldn't know. That this would be the last time their family would sit together. The last time they would hear their parents' voices. The last time their world would feel whole.

A decade ago, the Arata League Tacita conference unfurled as an unparalleled spectacle, etching itself into the annals of anticipation. In a riveting display of prowess, a young prodigy ascended to the pinnacle, clinching victory in the exhibition match with a mere duo of Pokémon at her side, defying the conventional six-Pokémon norm. This enigmatic victor was none other than Azalea, who, at the tender age of 20, now bore the title of Arata's Crimson Queen. Azalea's journey had traversed diverse regions, earning her badges and assembling a formidable team of six Pokémon. With an insatiable wanderlust, she set her sights on the uncharted territories of the Galar region, accompanied by newfound companions. Her venture into the Galar region marked a seamless voyage until her prowess caught the discerning eye of Arata's reigning champion, leading to an unexpected invitation to the prestigious Masters 8 tournament. What she initially perceived as just another hurdle on her path unveiled itself as a labyrinth of unforeseen twists and turns. Azalea, a seasoned and resilient trainer, had anticipated a routine expedition, encountering minor challenges in Galar. Instead, she found herself unravelling mysteries not only about the region but also about her own convictions and family ties. Haunted by a concealed trauma, Azalea, burdened by the weight of her past, embarked on a global odyssey with her newfound companions, hoping to weather the storms awaiting her as she did in the solitude of other regions. Yet, with chains of guilt and the relentless pressure of the unknown tugging at her every step, the question lingers: Can Azalea muster the strength to forgive herself, or will she succumb to the encroaching darkness once more? As she traverses the tumultuous path ahead, the world eagerly awaits the resolution of her internal struggle amidst the challenges that lie in wait. Ranked #1 in 'leonxoc' in June 13th 2024 Ranked #1 in 'Pokemonleon' in June 13th 2024

There is always a big stormy cloud behind the bright sun, like how there is always a smile behind the tears we have shed in our lives. This is reality, not a nightmare