a pidgey knocks to his window, carrying a letter. the way letters have been cut out from newspapers and stamped onto it, at first glance one would think it's a ransom letter.
❝ hello lear, founder of pasio! they're saying your island is full of strong trainers. is it true? i'd like to come! in the invitation requests you've received in the last months, mine is there too. i can't tell you who i am, because i don't want to be bothered. i just want to battle strong trainers. you feel the same too, right? maybe once i'm there, you'll be able to find me! accept the invites, and you'll be able to gloat about having 若い血 there with you. and in return, i'll be able to battle super strong opponents!!! —若い血 ❞
the paperwork is endless. sure, it would be easy for lear to make someone else do it for him, but there were few things that he didn't allow even those closest to him to meddle with. namely, the invitations. no one else had his keen eye in choosing which trainers were worthy of receiving one.
he leans back against the large, plush chair, fingertips tapping annoyedly against the armrest with gilded details and jewels embedded into it. the majority of the trainers on the 'consider' pile were atrocious. he needs something new. something inspiring.
lear turns his head towards the window upon the knock of the pidgey, and after ripping open the strange letter, his brows raise. the name sounds vaguely familiar. right, he'd seen it amongst the papers earlier.
never before had he invited someone to pasio on such limited information. well, he can always kick them out if they turn out to be lousy. / @soardived