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It was a frequent habit of theirs to train together, whether it be for their own physical exercise, or through battles, or both. A few more sparring points scored in his favor than he’d expected, perhaps?

“I’m afraid so, Gym Leader Saitou... It is quite unlike you to seem so distracted. You are usually so single-minded in battle. But as far as I’m aware, you’ve not suffered any particular injury... Come.”

“You are... in your first few years in university, correct? Are you perhaps worried about your studies?”

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“Enough!” The older gentleman broke his stance to instead stand straight. “You are not focused… Clearly, you are not ready for training today.”

❝Ggh…❞

    Though she initially appears ready to argue the point, she soon adjusts her stance, tightening the tie on her shirt and heaving an oddly dejected sort of sigh. Eyes downcast, she mutters a response.

❝I know better than to argue… Is… is it that obvious?❞

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"Mm. I feel that extra jog was quite necessary. I fear I've been miles away throughout the day."

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What’s Kabu Lacking?

“Pensive Emoji.”

Is that what the kids say?

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[ @cotttoncandyhero​ | Alice]:

> Take Picture!

"C'mon Mr. Kabu, how about a selfie??"

“Champion Alice... Yes, that’s fine. Although... I’m afraid I’m unsure as to how I ought to pose, ahaha!”

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Katsurou Kaburagi has appeared! What to do?

Worship

Take picture

Admire

Kiss on the cheek

“Good heavens. What strange options...”

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saitousaikyou​:

���Hm… I hadn’t considered that. Perhaps then, it would be more apt to lift something that’s the same weight instead? Away from the public eye, of course… I’m sure I could find a boulder of the proper size somewhere…❞

“I trust, since you’ve come thus far, that you have a spotter for your lifting, yes? If not, I don’t suppose this old man could accompany you, could he?”

“You don’t want that, Gym Leader Bea. Not because I do not believe you cannot, but because I’m worried about your fans imitating you.”

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@fracturedhues​ said:

-blows a kiss @ him-

“!... Er.”

After finding no-one else around him that the blown kiss could’ve been for, Kabu offers the other an awkward nod.

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“You don’t want that, Gym Leader Bea. Not because I do not believe you cannot, but because I’m worried about your fans imitating you.”

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“Gᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏsʜ ᴘɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ! Sᴘɪᴋᴇᴍᴜᴛʜ, ɪᴛ’s ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏᴄᴋ!”

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“ There is far more that Motostoke offers than the Gym Challenge. While Hammerlocke enjoys the presence of its beloved castle, Galar’s Industrial Era began here.”

“Therefore, to improve tourism to our city even further, I would like to suggest a new hashtag: #MotostokeIsLit.”

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watt-a-mess​:

Emma took the silent moments to collect herself. Breaking down in tears wasn’t who she was anymore. She swallowed it back and listened to him, comforted by the warmth of his hand on her back. She … had lied, of course.

everything hurt fairly often. There were days when her legs would give and her whole back would ache. … He understood, though. Emma knew he did, and was too polite to call her on lying about being back to normal.

As he spoke, she took it upon herself to turn over to lie on her back, taking hold of his wrist to keep his hand held against her, now at her belly, just over her ribs.

His hands were warm, like a blanket fresh from the dryer, or snuggling up to a fluffy fire type pokemon. Or standing in the sun on a clear day…

“My breakdown wasn’t your fault- the loss was just the catalyst that set everything off. It was a long time coming. I Had expectations too high for myself, and for my team, and I never stopped to think… What should I do if I lose? Because to me, in that moment, loss wasn’t an option.”

She found herself moving her hands up his arm. The sleeves he wore under his uniform must have been to hide the scars.

“…We were both kind of hard-headed when we were younger, I guess. Stupid panicked brains doing stupid things, and scared, confused pokemon lashing out to make their own suffering stop. Sometimes it takes a really swift kick in the arse to pull you to reality. That swift kick just happened to be getting lit on fire or struck by lightning.”

Emma stared up at him, one hand moved down to rest over his, tracing between his fingers…

“We’re in better places now. After this, do you want to get dinner someplace…? Or we could go to your place n’ take a nap… Training and then revealing deep, painful secrets is super tiring.” They weren’t deep. Just painful.

“…Look at the two of us. Scarred disasters , finally pulling our loves together because our pokemon slapped the hell out of us…”

The way Emma’s hands traced his scars caused him to tense up for a moment, like his heart was beating out of his chest... She never treated him any different than any other of the leaders. Despite knowing that she had skills were nothing to be trifled with, the way she looked at it with such care put a smile on his face. She had most certainly matured.

“My students say this is cliche, but perhaps that’s just what stubborn folk like us need, hm? Like a wake-up slap from a trusted friend.”

The fire-type gym leader offered his hand.

“I would love to treat you to dinner, Emma.”

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“One of my nephews sent me this song, Sexy Sunshine. It has quite a lot of heat.”

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Continued from here.

Kabu picked up rather quickly on who Emma was referring to in her recounting... It wasn’t as though he’d forgotten how Emma broke down in tears after their battle during her Challenge. Certainly, many trainers shed tears or stamped in frustration, but Emma’s breakdown was not something one could brush off easily.

When Emma had achieved the credentials needed to become a Minor League Gym Trainer, he was surprised to be approached by her considering their last experience, but he was proud of how far she’d come. By now, they’d developed a mutual respect and enjoyed their time working out together, chatting about trainers they’d both encountered, conditions in their respective towns, or even a friendly drink. 

He could feel them getting closer to each other as time passed... Often, he would find her clinging onto him, and he grew accustomed to that.

This marked the first time, however, that Kabu thought to ask her openly about her scars... 

A feeling of responsibility and partial guilt washed over him as she finished.

“I... see.”

She was strong. 

“Even after facing some of the darkest depths... you still rose up. And you chose to continue to associate with me, despite my hand in your pain. Your tenacity is utterly admirable, and so is your strength in being this vulnerable with me.”

His hand rested gently on the branching scars across her back, and he considered for a moment... He’d sent a note to the address listed on her registration, but perhaps she didn’t receive it? A personalized letter outlining his own struggles with repeated failures and even physical pain, wishing her the best. 

“...I was impatient with Ember myself, when I was younger than you are now. I would approach everything with such brute force and lack of tact, and put Ember and the rest of my team in painful situations due to my rashness. I didn’t connect with them as deeply as a trainer should, and I often paid for it with pain of my own.”

He raised his free hand and rested it on the opposite arm, as though to trace a pattern on his covered arm.

“...It’s still a bit difficult to use my left arm without too much strain.”