He hesitated for a little while, and then began. “Maybe I’ll have more time to spend with you after we get out of this mess,” he said thoughtfully. “That would be nice...”
A few miles had passed now, but there was still around 95 more left to go out of the hundred they needed to cross.
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A old man in his eighties watched the horizon of the sea. “You see the colors Machamp? Those are the colors of life and happiness,” he said to his Pokémon Partner.
The Machamp nodded, and looked onwards too.
A sound behind them startled the man, and he slowly turned around and saw that there was one of his Machops came outside of the Mansions door, and closed them fairly loudly. The man who could be identified as Mr. Kato chuckled to himself and turned back around. He had plenty of wrinkles in him, surprisingly well kept white hair, and green eyes.
He peered at a speck in the horizon. Then another. And another. Three specks, that could be only identified as ships. He smiled.
They haven’t had visitors in a while.
Machamp turned Mr. Kato’s wheelchair around, and pushed him into the mansions front doors. “Alright everyone! We are going to have some visitors! Tidy up everything now, and be on your best behavior!”
Multiple Pokémon, Machops and Machokes, looked up from the resting points and nodded, and went off to work. Two Machops were racing up the stairs, and one shoved another, and it lead into a wrestling match. “Push, Shove! That means you too!”
The two Pokémon, immediately stopped fighting, and returned to their work.
Technically, they weren’t his Pokémon. He gave them a home and food, and they gave him hard work and tidiness, just the way he wanted it like.
Mr. Kato smiled from his wheelchair, and Machamp wheeled him into his room.
