The sound of a knife screeched against coarse rock as the young girl tried to sharpen it. Raising the weapon closer, she inspected it closely before throwing it at the wooden bullseye, landing with a clunk.
“Shit,” she cursed under her breath, “I thought I was getting better at this”
A sizeable sandcastle Pokemon stood watching her trainer yank the knife from the magpie before retreating to her side once more. She had reached the inner bull just the day before, so her frustration with herself was clearly visible. In an effort to comfort her trainer, Aina waited until the girl sat back down to pat her back.
“Thanks. Guess I’ll quit for the day and get back to-”
Footsteps tapping lightly on the cement interrupted her as a young man approached the trial site. He looked confident and prepared, a sight that this trial captain loved to see. The perfect candidate for a broken spirit. Holding the knife visible, she grinned as he made his way towards the duo. Aina faithfully situated herself to the right of her. With a slight chuckle, she greeted the trialgoer.
“Well would’ya look at that, Aina. Fresh meat,” her grin stretched wider, “Say kid, you came here to take on my trial, huh? Here, catch!”
She tossed a Roto-Polo in his direction, a vintage model Rotom-powered camera that dated back to the late seventies. Its once brightly colored exterior had long faded into desaturated husk.
“All ya gotta do is take some pictures of ghost Pokemon,” she smirked at his amulet, “Think you can handle that, champ?,” that last part sounding as condescending as possible.
“The Rotom that fits that camera should be inside already waiting for ya,” she continued her spiel, “Oh, and one more thing-”
She leaned close to Dingo’s ear, holding the weapon close to his body, “Once you step in, there won’t be a mommy to clean you up so try not to shit yourself, ‘kay?”, pulling back, she laughed in his face, twirling the knife in her hand, “But just in case, diapers are on aisle ten. Good luck…and Alola”
A tiny kid. Dingo had heard all kinds of rumor about this trial and this captain, but he hadn’t expect the latter to be a small, harmless child.
Dingo caught the device that was sent his way, and spent a good few seconds staring down at it in confusion. This had to be the oldest thing he’d ever seen, and he had grown up in a village far from the modern cities.
“Take pictures ? That’s your trial ?” Dingo grumbled, not bothering to hide his disappointment. “I’m a trainer, not some kinda tourist ...”
He didn’t immediately notice the strange vibe this child gave. In fact, he didn’t notice her at all when she came closer, not until she spoke to his ear.
Dingo stared down at the knife, more confused that impressed. Why did a tiny kid like her have a knife ? Sure, he had several blades on his person as well, but he was a trainer who travelled the world. He needed those to survive, when this kid probably went home to her mommy ever night.
He didn’t like her attitude, and he liked her words even less. Forget about the island challenge - this trial was a personal thing now. He was going to make this little girl regret she was ever born.
“I’ll take your stupid pictures ! I’ll make you eat those words, and your camera.” Dingo sounded more confident than ever. He headed for the abandoned shop’s door, and sent the child one last glare before he walked in. “Just watch me. I’ll beat your trial so bad, you’ll go back home crying !”
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