The bright flashing lights and loud talking did little to awaken the sleepy young man, Damian Grant. He had spent a the last two days traveling to this region, only to find a major festival going on. He had to take a taxi to Canalave City, take the port to Vermillion City in the Kanto Region, and then took a train to Viridian. The train ride had been dreary for him, as he was finally feeling sick of the constant traveling. However, now he could stop and focus at the task at hand. He was here to take part in the Indigo Plateau Pokemon Leauge, the massive Pokemon league hosted in Kanto. The tournament alone attracted millions of spectators and hundreds of trainers who wanted to compete. However there was a requirement, to collect eight Kanto League Badges, which many failed to do. However, Damain knew he could.
While the sounds and lights of the festival that seemed to be reaching its full swing, something else snapped him into the world of the living. A sweet, sugary smell and drifted into his nose and tickled his nostrils. A smell that he recognized from smelling it at the PokeRinger contests that seem to be often held in his hometown of Squalville. The fruity and sugary fried treat, the malsalda, a Alolan speciality.
Feeling drawn to the stand selling them, he quickly got in line to buy one. After a little bit of waiting, he bought two Big Masaldas and made his way to an open bench. Thee he sat down and sent out his partner, Hawk, a large Staraptor. He held one out which Hawk quickly grasped with his beak and began to eat it. Damian brought his to his lips and began to chow down on it.
While he was eating, something caught his eye. A flyer advertising a competition called Pokemon Capute the Flag. “Sounds interesting,” he thought as he ate.
While the sounds and lights of the festival that seemed to be reaching its full swing, something else snapped him into the world of the living. A sweet, sugary smell and drifted into his nose and tickled his nostrils. A smell that he recognized from smelling it at the PokeRinger contests that seem to be often held in his hometown of Squalville. The fruity and sugary fried treat, the malsalda, a Alolan speciality.
Feeling drawn to the stand selling them, he quickly got in line to buy one. After a little bit of waiting, he bought two Big Masaldas and made his way to an open bench. Thee he sat down and sent out his partner, Hawk, a large Staraptor. He held one out which Hawk quickly grasped with his beak and began to eat it. Damian brought his to his lips and began to chow down on it.
While he was eating, something caught his eye. A flyer advertising a competition called Pokemon Capute the Flag. “Sounds interesting,” he thought as he ate.