Mitakihara was a small region, one often overlooked by any Pokemon leagues worth their salt, and for good reason, of course. Pokemon training was barely anything more than a small hobby for those with the time and patience, and even its few gyms were left without major serious challenge for many years. When a local girl from a modest household in Mitakihara gained an invitation to the Pokemon World Tournament, of all things, it was unsurprisingly a major buzz about the entire region.
It was difficult not to discount Madoka Kaname in general; she wasn't a favorite to win by anyone but perhaps her mother. She was a middle schooler, still having to take an absence from school to even arrive to this tournament, dressed in her yellow school uniform and black skirt, and still assigned homework over her trip! Of course, she wasn't paying attention to that, merely watching in amazement at the scenery around her with wide eyes and mouth agape, still not believing she was actually here. It was a wonder, truly, aside from her age and experience, given that her selected team was one based more upon emotional bounds more than synergy and power.
Her selected team for this excursion were her favorite standbys, a team that was once entirely composed of Eevees. Madoka had a fondness for the things when she started out, and loved them even more when she found out they could move down their own unique paths and do whatever they want. Cuteness and boundless potential! How could she not love them? Now they surrounded her in a mass as she wandered aimlessly around the reception, trying to get rid of her starstruck look and bubbly absentmindedness.
What caught her attention was indeed a careening Sylveon, which made Madoka almost lower down to lift up the creature, "Aww, Junko! You need to watch your-" She gasped and stopped mid-kneel, arms almost reaching out for it before she pulled them apart and made it clear she wasn't touching this other person's Pokemon. A look back revealed that Junko was next to her Espeon, Homura, distinguished by her additional bows around her ears. So, someone else let their Pokemon walk free? How interesting! And what an odd coincidence that it happened to look like one of her favorites! Surely, she should find which trainer this little cutie belonged to, just in case it was lost.
"Um, excuse me!" Madoka called to the surrounding group, all mingling among each other, "Who's Sylveon is this? Hello? Did anyone lose a Sylveon?"
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It was difficult not to discount Madoka Kaname in general; she wasn't a favorite to win by anyone but perhaps her mother. She was a middle schooler, still having to take an absence from school to even arrive to this tournament, dressed in her yellow school uniform and black skirt, and still assigned homework over her trip! Of course, she wasn't paying attention to that, merely watching in amazement at the scenery around her with wide eyes and mouth agape, still not believing she was actually here. It was a wonder, truly, aside from her age and experience, given that her selected team was one based more upon emotional bounds more than synergy and power.
Her selected team for this excursion were her favorite standbys, a team that was once entirely composed of Eevees. Madoka had a fondness for the things when she started out, and loved them even more when she found out they could move down their own unique paths and do whatever they want. Cuteness and boundless potential! How could she not love them? Now they surrounded her in a mass as she wandered aimlessly around the reception, trying to get rid of her starstruck look and bubbly absentmindedness.
What caught her attention was indeed a careening Sylveon, which made Madoka almost lower down to lift up the creature, "Aww, Junko! You need to watch your-" She gasped and stopped mid-kneel, arms almost reaching out for it before she pulled them apart and made it clear she wasn't touching this other person's Pokemon. A look back revealed that Junko was next to her Espeon, Homura, distinguished by her additional bows around her ears. So, someone else let their Pokemon walk free? How interesting! And what an odd coincidence that it happened to look like one of her favorites! Surely, she should find which trainer this little cutie belonged to, just in case it was lost.
"Um, excuse me!" Madoka called to the surrounding group, all mingling among each other, "Who's Sylveon is this? Hello? Did anyone lose a Sylveon?"