Yoshimitsu
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OOC- So! Making a somewhat return to PRP, I'm throwing out an open challenge to anyone, pretty much. All the story is covered below, and I don't really care about listing your pokemon before jumping in. Just looking to get a feel for PRP again, so feel free to go for it!
"It really has been a while, hasn't it, Gardevoir?"
Littleroot. Back where it had all begun for him. Back where he had started his first journey, but definitely not his last. The air was still just as sweet as the first time he had breathed it, the air warm and the slightest of breezes playing with his hair. Nothing had changed. Ten years, and he could still picture everything perfectly. The lab, the few houses, the Hoenn sun still shining down and the waves crashing into the small beach. He had first stepped foot in Littleroot, straight off the ferry, wide-eyed and optimistic. It had been some time since he'd come back. So much had changed.
He'd like to say he hadn't, but that would have been a massive lie. So much had happened to him. He'd fought off Team Aqua, Team Magma, even Team Rocket and had his fair number of run-ins with their renegades. He'd seen pokemon that others would kill to even glimpse. Articuno, Lugia, Kyogre, Groudon, Latios... Even the ones that shouldn't have existed, like the cybernetic Mewtwo or the chimera dubbed 'Mewfour'. He'd travelled the continents more than once, met towns that had been shrouded in myth and people who were only talked about in legend. He'd seen so much in the past ten years.
Yoshimitsu ran his fingers through his hair, an easy grin on his face. The one thing that had stayed constant with him, even through everything, was that there was no simpler joy than a friendly battle. He'd seen so much in his life. He'd seen the end of the world, he'd seen a town nearly destroyed, he'd seen his own best friend and his constant companion sacrifice himself to save everyone. It just spurred him on. Every bead of sweat, every aching muscle, every time he just wanted to step back and let the world turn without him, he didn't. He threw himself back into it, helped who he could help, fixed what he could fix and never stopped, never rested or tired. He did what he could and so much more.
"It's been so long. Ten years, Gardie," he said. "You're so close to where you came from, as well. We can visit later, if you want?"
His Gardevoir, a pale blue in colour, nodded at him appreciatively. He grinned back.
For his grand return to Hoenn, he'd just sent out an open request. It wasn't flashy as such, but he expected a bit of a pull. Just a few comments here and there, indicating that he'd be back in the region where he'd made his name. A hint that he'd be spending a bit of time in Littleroot. Some mentions of the funding the stadium there had been in for refurbishment and how excited he was for it. He was still the only remaining trainer from the International Pokemon Tournament (he liked to think trademark at the end of that) after his friends Gary Oak and Arcinius had both disappeared. Some of his friends, he already knew, were in the audience. Alexxia, Leon, Kilik, they all knew exactly what he was up to. They sat together, a vivid trio of people who waved to him as he stood at one end of the stadium.
"So, Gardie, reckon we're still up for this after so long?" He asked, and she just nodded in response. He laughed and shoved his hands into his pockets.
