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⯠âYes, breakfast and lunch shouldnât be enemies to each other! This whole thingâs taught me that theyâre both important to oneâs wellbeing and diet, so you gotta assure that both can offer a varied selection of products so that our children can grow up strong and healthy!â
⯠Welp, looks like Mayaâs been completely caught up by the Breakfast Ambassadorâs speech. Who knows, maybe this is the chance for her to solve a feud that has lasted for centuries at the food business. Perhaps sheâll even manage to make those two make peace with the fast food producers and put burgers as a vital part of Hive Cityâs healthy diet!
⯠At the manâs late running and Goldâs question, Maya looked at the boy, then at the man, then back at the boy. Looks like itâs Mayaâs turn to act by impluse, without thinking about what exactly sheâs entering at.
⯠âYou can bet your ass we are! Come on, itâs almost lunchtime!â While giggling at her humorous comment, Maya grabbed Goldâs hand and ran after the businessman. This story is far from over, it seems.
Well, there they went. Maya took after the man in hot pursuit, and Gold was forced to come along for the ride. He wouldâve been mad, he wouldâve complained some more, except --
-- there was this excitement on her face, this keen-eyed passion to help someone out, and it was the first time in a while heâd seen anyone so kind.
(Heâd roll his eyes at the thought, later. Girls were something else.)
But this was now.
And now was...
â... by âWaterfall Princess,ââ Gold started slowly, âYou didnât mean...â
âBut of course I did,â the ambassador remarked, brows shooting up in confusion. âWhat else could I have meant?â
âUh...â
Not this.
Because this, as they discovered five minutes later, was not the battleground youâd expect for a culinary clash. This was a tower, posted smack-dab in the middle of Sector Four, all wood and bamboo and strange holy decorations. This, more importantly, was not just a tower, but in fact... a waterfall.
A river-like torrent gushed from the towerâs apex, a complex-looking waterwheel feeding it back to the start. Someone had decided to make a waterfall in the city. Just because.
... okay then.
âDisciples looking to undergo the teachings of the divine come here for training,â the man said, stiffly, like someone reading off a Bulbapedia article. He hit a button at the towerâs base, probably to call some sort of elevator. âSupposedly, graduates are able to master the art of telekinesis -- isnât that exciting?â
He gave a little thrill, and while Gold made a face, his eyes wandered to Maya.
âI must know. Why is the waterfall so quiet?â
Because she was a trainee. Totally. Right.
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⯠Maya didnât know what should have shocked her more: Goldâs ability to come up with even wilder stories than Phoenix, or the fact that his half assed narrative worked. LikeâŠ. what were the odds???
⯠She did know, at least, that letting this poor man be defeated like that, possibly risking his job and everything he stands for, would be a very cruel thing to do. Since it should be obvious for Gold by now that this guy means ho harm to anyone else, she takes the suitcase, closes it and hands it to the man.
⯠âYeah, Iâm a master at getting that hot info, you know? However⊠Now that I think about it, maybe it wonât be such a loss for our company if we let you get let contract.â If Gold tries to cut her off, sheâll punch his belly. âHere, take this back. I couldnât possibly be a Graveler Scout if I made someone else be fired.
Goldâs gaze snapped to Maya, a million things he wanted to say but couldnât; to his credit, his expression was hard to read, all the disbelief making itself known instead through the clench and release of his hands. What are you doing, he probably wanted to ask, âcause -- she was destroying all of their hard work! And as one second turned into one, three, four, silence cloaking them in a thick shadow, he grit his teeth and --
âYou will?â
-- got interrupted. This whole investigation chapter was just full of those, wasnât it? (And nobody had even raised an objection yet.)
âI thought you two were just craven delinquents,â the man said, dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief (no -- napkin. That was definitely a napkin.) --Â âBut I see now youâre truly two people of worth. More mature than any adult. More kind than any bed-and-breakfast with a complimentary buffet!â Gold stared; the man beamed, awfully quick to forgive. He was definitely a morning person.
âOkay,â Gold said slowly, winning the ambassadorâs attention. He looked pretty put out, but less annoyed, now. âSo. What does that mean?â
âIt means weâll find a solution. Together,â Sir Sunny-Side-Up returned cheerfully, âSo that Breakfast and Lunch can co-exist peacefully. You kids can help me convince the Waterfall Princess!â He closed his suitcase with a decisive click. âBut --â Gold tried --
-- but the man was already running off. âWeâre late!â
â...â
Gold turned to Maya. He stared. (Lots of staring in this chapter, too.)
âWeâre not seriously gonna do this, are we?â
âAwooâŠ. I may have been living inside a literal trench for the past millennia, but surely you have heard about the legend where I, Kyogre, created the seas? Do your regions not share stories with one another?â
Kyogreâs hopeful tone lowered once again to the mopey one he used earlier. âOr has that wuss with wings been spreading lies about me. You know, the one that sleeps in the ocean, but doesnât even help maintain it.â
Whether or not there was an inter-regional conspiracy against him -- Gold couldnât say. But he had plenty to say about the âwuss with wings,â his eyes flashing with recognition immediately.
Good thing that wuss wasnât here right now.
âI donât think he talks much.â Or cared for people, much, what with seeking refuge in a cave. âAbout you. Or anything. Ever.â
â... dâyou think Celebi wouldâve mentioned you?â

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đ THERE IT was again. The artificial Eggs created by the Humans to hold and store Their children, Their kin. Two orbs of red and white each, gripped in tiny fingers. Arceus had seen Their share when They last wandered the lands, had been encased in one by a Human girl before breaking free of its restraints.
They would only work if the Pokemon was willing, and yetâstill, the sight displeased Them. Having been born into this World with everything else, what right did Humans have to seal them up again? Even if it was for safety, for convenienceâwhat gave them the prerogative to take them away from all They had created?
đ THE MORE They think, the more restless They grow and still, the boy stands there holding up his pokeballs. Does he aim to taunt Them into descending? Arceus rears up, forelegs pawing at the air.
They will indulge him, then. But not for his sake alone.
đ A SUDDEN rush of wind follows Their dive towards the ground, four limbs galloping against the skies. They reach Gold with all the force of an angry twister, but swerve aside at the last minute, merely grazing him with one of Their legs.
The movement is calculated to knock the pokeballs out of his hands, and they clatter to the ground before popping open. Arceus lands a few feet away, peering down at the newest Pokemon to join the fray: a Typhlosion and an Unown, the latter which They fix with a steely stare.
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đ OF THAT They are certain. Of the Human, They have not thought to see his state. Something like that wouldnât have killed him, at any rate.
The lack of concern means absolutely nothing, âcause of course something like this wouldnât kill him, even when thereâs a heart-wrenching second where Gold thinks it might. Itâs just hard to make sense of it all -- thereâs one second where the thing is up high, and then another it isnât, and then thereâs a sharp sting in his side and two red lights and bizarrely, heâs on the ground.
Heâs on his feet in seconds. The airâs not hostile enough to tip this whole fiasco from stand-off into battle, but thatâs the thing with Pokemon battles: you never know when they happen.
His Unown meets Arceusâ gaze with a wide eye.
âYou couldnât have asked?â he hisses, laying an arm on his Typhlosion as he presses close. Thereâs something weird going on with his other two Pokemon, who both stare at the thing like theyâre totally amazed, and -- âWhat?-- what. Double. Stop.â
--Â âcause now his Unownâs revolving around his head, almost frantic in its speed. It tilts towards the ten-foot-tall jerk, appendages flaring like it means to point, then moving to revolve around each of his Pokemon in turn. They take the attention a lot better than he does, but as Gold turns his hat backwards again, Typhlosion doesnât even react.
How messed up is this?
âYou pissed them off,â he tries, looking up. Unown chimes in the negative, just like it used to when they worked on puzzles in Alph. âThey pissed you off.â Again, wrong. His brow creases. âYou know âem,â he says, and thatâs when his Pokemon stays silent.
He backs up a few feet, keeps glaring until he can get a look at the thingâs face.
âHow would you know them?-- and stop kicking me.â
âIt does smell kind of fishy..â Linne remarked out loud. However, in a new world with her purpose stolen away, what did she have left to lose? After all, you couldnât even die in Hive City from what she had gathered.
âBut as things are now, Iâm interested enough to at least check it out. You coming uh-right.â Linne just realized she had been talking with the young man for a while without either of them having shared their name.
âIâm Linne.â She moved her hand forward for a handshake. âThanks for all the information. Would you like to accompany me in this treasure hunt, Mr..?â
Gold made a face that was this short of sour -- but his gaze stayed friendly, âcause it was nothing on the girlâs part. It came with being at that age where âmisterâ sounded like old instead of adult, and he still had no idea what handshakes were meant to present. But --
He took her hand and shook it, awkwardly, making up for it with enthusiasm.
âGold,â he answered, and he shook off the feeling that theyâd been here before. âIâve kinda... been checking it out on my own, actually. Place is huge.â
And that made her his rival. He played with the idea, ever-competitive, but there was something about cooperation that sounded way more appealing.
âSo... sure. Soon as you can find a flashlight.â
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⯠Maya also looked at the suitcase with an incredulous look. She didnât say anything either, so the only thing different filling her senses was the smell of food hitting her nostrils. Otherwise, this was the mother of awkward pauses.
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⯠it felt just like the olâ good days of courtroom and the galleryâs silence after a bizarre commentary was launched. Had she ever been the cause of it before, though? Ah, Gold broke the silence, good! âŠExcept, itâs not what Maya was expecting to hear now.
⯠ââŠ.Is that really the first thing you have to talk about this?â Mayaâs mind didnât pay much attention to the lack of syrup (not that she liked it much anyway), much preferring to try and come up with a story behind the suitcase. ⯠What kind of person carried this much food with them in such an organized way? Why? Is there any sort of job that combines breakfast food and formal wear? How did that man get all of this in such a tiny space? Would he get in trouble for losing this? Was he still searching for it-
⯠Well⊠That sudden shadow that covered Gold answered Mayaâs last question, at least.
⯠âTHERE I FOUND YOU, YOU RUFFIANS!! Give me back my case or Iâll call the police to arrest you!â He wasnât that much of a sunshine and rainbows mood right now.
Oh --
Oh, shi--
Ohhh, shiiii--
â-- ps,â Gold squeaked out, head snapping back over his shoulder. âS. S. Anne,â he declared intelligently, eyes as wide as the saucers neatly arranged along the side of the suitcase interior. âUhh. Uhhhh.â There was Mayaâs complaints, the threatening look on the manâs face, and which was he suppose to deal with? There was a buzzing under his skin, less fear and more challenge, and he took a deep breath --
Just in time for Mr. Vilain to flap his lips again.
âWell? Are you going to --â
âWeâre your rivals.â
â... what?â
Gold looked like he understood just as little as the guy. He opened his mouth, shut it, and then tried again, shifting his weight. âYour rivals,â he repeated, âFrom the Embassy of the Lunch Ladies. Weâre, uh. We were paid to steal your suitcase so you couldnât deliver it. To.. the person you were taking it to?â
The man said nothing. Gold fiddled with his hat, quickly running with the idea.
âT-The Princess of the Waterfall, right? You guys in the Breakfast League were trying to get her to offer you her riceballs -- and if she did that, sheâd have to take her bentou off the lunch menu, and, um...â
âI canât believe it.â
â... huh.â
The man, in all his panic, in all his sweat and glory, looked dumbfounded -- dumbfounded, but also like heâd just been beaten. He laid his eyes on Maya.
âI suppose you mustâve been the one to tell them, didnât you? A Graveler Scout who was also a Waterfall Trainee... I never wouldâve imagined...â
âUmmm,â Gold said, and then, didnât. âYeah. Exactly.â
Kyogre dropped his head back onto the floor, exhaling what sounded like the start of a sob as he did so. This boy was a pokemon trainer and not even the name of a legendary pokemon sounded wonderful to him.
âAbwoooooâŠâŠâ
â... so thatâs a... yyyyesss?â
Maybe? Kind of? The dismal tone to the Pokemonâs voice was actuallly kind of worrying -- and so Gold dropped down to his haunches, tilting his head and watching Kyogre curiously.
âSo... not a girl? Whoâs supposed to recognise you exactly? Me?
ăăâ--Â âcause. Sorry, dude. Iâm from Johto.â

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âHmâŠ?â
Kyogre lifted his head a few inches off the floor. He wasnât quite sure what this trainer was talking about, but it was best to answer his question the best he could.
âDoes the name âKyogreâ not invoke the image of the oceans and my magnificent form?â
âIs it supposed to?â
He looked kind of doubtful.
âWhatâs it, like -- a code name or something? An anagram? Like your real name is... Gre-kyo... or... Gorkey... -- Dorky?â
â... thatâs rough, dude.â
No wonder she hadnât been into him.
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⯠Maya couldnât avoid screaming. Itâs not like she enjoyed being screamed at either, but this guy needed to get that she was distressed by his sudden actions. At least come up with some fancy ultra secret spy codes before throwing themselves into such a fry, will ya?
⯠At least he was good at escapes, Maya had to concede. The suit guy had no idea of where they were, as fast as they disappeared from his vision. Frutrated, he began shouting some profanities while stomping the ground away from them. Maya sighed in relief. It didnt last long, however, as Gold gave her the suitcase to open.
⯠(I wouldnât be a killjoy if you werenât imposing all of this âfunâ over me, you idiot.) Maya sighed and out the item on the floor, in front of her. âŠ.Should she open it? Would it be safe? There wasnât a bomb here, right?
⯠Gulping, Maya approached her trembling hands from the suitâs lock. In a questions of seconds (that felt more like hours), Maya held her breath, each second closer to the truth. Closer⊠CloserâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ
⯠*Click*
⯠âŠ.It was unlocked. Nothing else happened, so Maya raised the lid sloooooowly⊠In the end, it was revealed that the suitcaseâs content wasâŠ.
⯠ââŠâŠâŠA breakfast course?â Yes, thatâs right! Inside it, once could see a selection of bacon, eggs, pancakes, sandwiches, cakes, fruits, coffee, juice and hot cocoa, all for a balanced breakfast!
For a while, Gold didnât say anything.
For a while, Gold didnât say anything, and that was the most hope he could offer: instead of mouthing off, he mightâve finally discovered the error of his ways, realised just what the heck theyâd done to that poor man. In his silence, his gaze lay pinned to the open contents of the suitcase, studying the scrumptious dishes, taking in their pleasant smell. His face twisted.
It couldnât be a pleasant smell for him, no; it could only smell like one thing, and that was the smell of regre--
âThereâs no syrup.â
A pause. There was this awkward moment full of silence, the meta-narration thrown off track -- and then Gold began to move. He got down to eye-level with the briefcase, bracing his chin in his hands and his elbows in the dirt.
âThereâs no syrup,â he noted morosely, shifting his weight to one hand and reaching out. He sounded like the briefcase had personally wronged him, and the harried businessman with it; for their treachery, he stole a strawberry and bit it through. It was only the sweetness of the healthy fruit (only 4 more servings to go!) that tempered his anger, and the scowl slid from his face, slowly, much like his beloved maple syrup would.
âWho does he think he is?â he asked, to Maya, to no one in particular, reaching out for an orange next. The skin broke easily beneath his fingertips. âNo, seriously. Who does he think he is? The... breakfast ambassador to...â He stopped, inches away from ending another innocent fruitâs life.
â... to Delta? You think this is for a meeting?â
Even if it was, it didnât stop him from taking his share.
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Ah⊠yet another child that chose to wear red.This time, he could even smell the sulfur of a fire-type Pokemon on this boy. Kyogre allowed himself to drift onto the floor, like a sad, dropped piece of paper.
âAm I truly undesirable?â
Talking Pokemon or not (and it was a Pokemon, he knew), sudden onset of the blues or not (eheh), Gold wore a look of understanding on his face. He didnât seem surprised or even the tiniest bit fearful, crossing his arms not unlike a sage.
Nah. He knew what was going on here.
âDid she know about the fish thing before you went on a date?â
After all. What else could it be?

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âTreasure?â Linne tilted her head in confusion. She wasnât aware of that piece of information.
âWhat kind of treasure?â She was quick to ask.
âNo, if itâs a rumor..then the details are unknown right?â Thatâs how uncertain rumors like that started. However there was always an element of truth, no matter how small, that made people excited and hopeful, ready to test their luck at any such opportunities.
What kind? Uh. Good question. The girl dismissed it before he could get a word in edgewise, but Gold hung onto it, crossing his arms decidedly. It was mostly kids whoâd told him this -- and that sparked some doubt in him, but --
You know. Lot of the time, kids were more honest than adults.
âDunno for sure, but I heard there was gold and stuff down there. Mostly with all the mummies.â His tone confirmed he was totally serious.
âI also heard something like... âexperience is the greatest treasure.â Or some BS.â
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⯠Excuse me? Maya is a great explainer of evil! Goldâs the one too rude to listen to her and her super wise advice. Maya does have to admit that she didnât expect this guy to actually fall for her act. She should consider offering her services as an actress.
⯠âGraveler Scout Cookies taste just like Rocky Road, no, even better than it! Theyâre so crunchy that youâll feel like munching actual rocks - delicious sugary rocks, that is-â
⯠Maya had no chance to continue her propaganda, for Gold cut her short and took her away from the scene, alongside the briefcase. As soon as the girl understood what happened, she turned her incredulous look to the boy.
⯠âTHE HELL?! You donât just go and take briefcases like this, idiot! At this rate, weâll be the ones seen as the bad guys!! Have you never watched any courtroom dramas or police shows? Weâll be the ones going to jail at this rate!!!â
What were some things Gold enjoyed in life? Well, for starters: battles. Challenges. Impossible odds, black-and-white thinking, things being simple and straightforward like they should. He wasnât a demanding guy -- most days, he was just fine knowing there was something out there, waiting for him to seize it by the hand.
So -- some things he didnât like.
Being yelled at was one of them, but at that very moment, it shot straight to the top of the list.
âOw,â he said eloquently, leaning away from the girl and wincing. He held the briefcase away and clutched at one of his ears, frowning at her. âWhatâre you doing? I told you --â And then, with wide eyes, he stopped; the smack of expensive shoes on concrete was unmistakeable.
The guy who theyâd just robbed shut down ran past, looking harried. Gold looked similarly harried, but only from adrenaline -- heâd thrown himself and Maya into the bushes, branches digging into them from every direction.
He didnât breath again until the guy was well out of sight.
â... anyway, I told you. I was gonna do something about it.â He finished in a quiet voice, attention more on the briefcase than anything else. Now that they were finished -- now that theyâd stopped the dudeâs evil plan -- where did that leave them? If you asked him...
ăăăăăă... all too abruptly, he shoved the briefcase in Mayaâs hands.
'Okay, Ms. Killjoy.â
âYou open it.â
If he edged away a couple feet, he at least made an attempt at not being obvious.