Yesterday...
The sun hid behind the clouds and gave the whole world a very gloomy feel. Jacob Greentree sat on a bench alone in the almost deslate park and looked down at the pokeballs in his hand. Arcanine, Venusaur, Marowak. This was his holy triumvirate; the first three pokemon he had ever caught. He loved them, had been through a lot with them, he had shared glorious victories and even more glorious defeats with them, but right now, at this very moment, he was about to release them back into the wild. As he stood up, ready to deploy them and face an emotional avalanche brought on by their familiar and loyal faces, he was interrupted by a voice in the distance that was steadily getting louder.
"Jacob! Jaaaaacob!"
It was his best friend Kira Newton. "Hey Jacob! I have great new!," Kira said, trying to regain her breath. The mail just came and you got this. I ran here as fast as possible to show you.
Jacob reached and took a colorful flyer from Kira's hand, examining it for a brief moment. It read, "Jacob Greentree, you are cordially invited to join the Pokemon Battle Tournament being held in the Violet City Municipal Pokemon Stadium. Standard pokemon battle rules apply."
The young man looked down at the three pokeballs in his hand and put them back in his pouch. He raised his eyes back at Kira and said with a smile, "I guess we're heading to Violet City then."
Now...
Jacob arrived at the beautiful state-of-the-art stadium an hour later then he was supposed to. Upon arriving, various event organizers blitzed him and berated him with frantic directions and orders. He didn't need to hear a word they said, for he knew what he had to do. The battlefield was already set up, a typical grass surface battlefield with medium-height blades of grass. The crowd was already restless in there seats. Many had come just to see the great Jacob Greentree and his pokemon perform. As Jacob walked into the sun-filled battle-field he was greeted by the rowdy cheers of ten thousand euphoric fans. He walked to his position at the end of the grassy plain and shot a smile at his prospective opponent. As he spoke, the crowd fell silent in respect for the legendary trainer. His confident voice could be heard resonating all over the stadium and would undoubtedly reach the ears of his opponent. "My name is Jacob Greentree and I hail from Pallet Town. I'm truly sorry I'm late and I will try and make that up to you by giving you the best battle you've ever had in your life. I hope we can both have fun today and I hope our pokemon fight with honor and courage." Jacob reached into his pouch and shuffled though his pokeballs. They were all normal pokeballs, no masterballs, no heavyballs, just pokeballs, but still he knew which was which. He had been through so much with this group that when he touched each of the balls he..just knew. He shuffled for a second and then stopped, his face occupied by a still-growing smile. The young man pulled out a pokeball, brought it to his lips and kissed it. Silence again filled the stadium as he readied the ball. With a hearty grunt he threw the ball onto the field, and exclaimed with pride and joy,
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