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Morning sunlight poured over Professor Kukui’s villa. Palm trees swayed in the breeze while Wingull glided above the ocean. There’s nothing more relaxing than a hot summer day here in Alola—specifically in Melemele island.
however our heroes were on their way to leave this tropical paradise for a more provincial and urban region. The Kanto region. It’s also where our spiky raven haired hero came to be.
Inside the Kukui’s house Our Heroes were all buzzing with excitement! Loud squeals and chattering were all the craze as finally, their plans were made into a reality.
Large messenger bags and backpacks were stacked near the door while The Regional’s Rotom Dex zipped around the house scanning each and every piece of luggage. His foreign classmates were just about to go back to visit his home town in Kanto, Pallet town.
“Scanning! Overload rate: Extremely H-High.!!!” The Dex Said With Fear. “I’m 99.99% sure that this packing setup will end in us paying 20% more than expected…”
“Rotom you gotta calm down…” Ash said, while grabbing the robotic dex mid air making Rotom shake up and down.
“Ash is right.” Professor Kukui added, walking up right next to them. “It’s a vacation Rotom! You need to chillax for a bit…! The Professor chuckled, not convincing the dex in the slightless.
“With this attitude, things will 100% end in tragedy…”
“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT REALXING..??” Kukui scolded the Dex with pure rage that the Poor thing was now shivering with fear While Ash, Playfully snickered on the side lines, enjoying every bit of this interaction.
Then, The boy adjusted the brim of his bright blue baseball cap, covering up his unbrushed tangled hair. “Pikachu!” Ash yelled, notifying his trusty electrifying Pikachu hopping side to side, jumping all over the place then finally landed over to Ash’s shoulders, scootching there then proudly stood and nuzzled his cheeks with Ash’s.
“Hey buddy! Wanna Help me pack?” Ash asked but not also activating another death stare coming from Kukui's piercing eyes—Yep, he’s sure if he doesn’t do it this instant, he’s dead meat.
He turned his head back, avoiding the laser eyes staring at him “Welp… Gotta go..” the dude mumbled, Carrying the attention of his Classmates just Nearby. Every single one these students and their Pokémon were ecstatic—equally excited as Ash and Pikachu’s energetic selves.
This event had been planned since forever! Each and everyone around here had helped And build this vacation tour brick by brick.
Steenee and Mallow volunteered in organizing everyone’s airplane snacks and restaurant places they can drop by to—But of course, she had some plans of her own with her search on every local diner to scavenge and learn some secret types of ingredients for some recipes. She was definitely keen on learning about what types of spices Delia used on her kantoian style of dishes.
Then, Sophocles, Lana and Kiawe Had joined forces as a team of researchers finding and looking up places to visit to squeeze on a weekend trip. Using their knowledge of each and every student and teacher, they planned most of their trip based on each individual's likes and what’s on their bucket list.
“We should go to Vermilion City!! The ocean there is so mesmerizing… WE HAVE TO GO THERE!!” Lana Demandingly Said.
Kiawe Groaned. “Lana…We live on a freaking archipelago. I think the whole class won’t be that excited seeing a body of water for the millionth time.” Kiawe Cried.
an ecstatic Togedemaru, rolled around the Shack, happily spinning in circles and twisting, turning making the rolling spiky Pokémon be more and more closer to its Trainers side every turn however Sophocles wasn’t amused on Togedemaru’s Antics Since he was set on being dead serious on his work and typing that he barely reacted to any sort of noise around him.
And Ash was the designated Group’s Tour Guide. Being the Person that had traveled 5x more regions than the regular person and they were Visiting His Home! It made 100% sense that he was their group’s leader and saviors revolving any sort of air travel they had to ride on.
And Lastly, Lillie who funded this trip all together— or her mom did. After the Ultraworm incident and what happened in ultra deep space, Lusamine had called upon herself to give the poor traumatized children a vacation of their own.
Snowy, was purring softly. Resting on her Trainer lap while Lillie repeatedly brushed the Alolan Vulpix’s fuzzy Lushious Fur, making the Vulpix look like a whole marketing plushy. Her ears had a pair of a pearly White bow decorated with baby blue ruffles and a long white ribbon attached from the base.
“Snowy looks so cute Lillie!!” Mallow warmingly smiled, accidentally startling Lillie while she nearly drop her brush.“oh-OH—Y-yeah!! I believe that I need to make snowy look her utmost best.” She sheepishly responded
. “You know.. you have a bit of a knack for fashion and styling…” Mallow concluded, “Well..” Lillie said, “I learned quite some tips and types of poke styling in a pokevisson a while back—B-but I’m definitely not that skilled!!” The blonde humbly disagreed.
However even with Lillie’s obvious denial, Mallow was not convinced even the slightest. “Lil! You should definitely try even more!!” Then the green haired girl’s head lit up even more. “I know!! We should look out for some of those showcases in Kanto!!” She exclaimed, making the Frosty Vulpix startled, which instinctively caused the fox to use it’s signature move, Powdered Snow, hitting anyone who crossed paths with a chilly cold pile of snow.
“WH-AA?!!!”
“Pikaaa!???!”
Two loud cries screeched across the room while Lillie and Mallow looked over to see Ash and Pikachu—Who were the real victims as they were peacefully packing not a minute earlier As a sudden Powder snow cannon was blasted onto them, soaking and covering them with mountains of snow—and since they were in Alola… those piles of snow were quick to turn into puddles of water.
“Ash!” “Pikachu!!” The two girls frantically called out, rushing towards them. “I’m.. so so so sorry Ash!! You two Pikachu..!” Lillie apologetically sobbed.
“P-P-Pikachuuuu…” the electric mouse shivered, his usually vibrant yellow fur now clinging to his small frame like a drowned Wingull. He gave a massive, full-body shake, spraying cold water droplets all over the wooden floorboards and onto Professor Kukui’s freshly polished shoes.
Ash, on the other hand, just blinked through a pair of frosty eyelashes. A dollop of melting snow slid off the brim of his blue cap and landed squarely on his nose. Instead of getting mad, though, a massive, goofy grin split across his face. He wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve and let out a boisterous laugh. “Phff! Man, Snowy! That’s what I call a cold front! You’re getting way stronger!”
“Vee-vul!” Snowy chirped proudly, though she hid slightly behind Lillie’s long, flowing white skirt, just now realizing she might have overdone it.
“You really are something else, huh..” Mallow giggled, letting out a sigh of relief as she handed him a beach towel from the nearby rack. “I thought for sure you’d be frozen solid before we even stepped foot on the plane!”
“Aha? No way! A little snow can’t stop us, right buddy?” Ash grinned, vigorously rubbing Pikachu dry with the towel until the mouse’s fur puffed up like a static-filled cloud.
The real disaster, however, wasn't revealed until Ash turned back to change out of his soaked clothes. Because he had been packing in a rush right where the Powder Snow cannon blasted, a massive chunk of slush had landed dead-center inside his opened luggage.
“Scanning critical luggage casualty!” Rotom Dex wailed, hovering closely over the bag. “The internal moisture levels have reached 100%! Ash, your entire wardrobe is compromised! It’s an absolute swamp in there, zzz-t!
Ash pulled out his spare iconic striped Alolan shirts, one by one. They were completely drenched, dripping heavy puddles of freezing water onto the floor. He was currently standing in a soaking wet, squelching outfit, with absolutely no dry clothes to change into for a multi-hour international flight.
Professor Kukui crossed his arms, looking down at the dripping icicles teenager, “Well Ash…I Can’t have you freezing on the plane.”
“Just Hold on a second.”
The Professor said grinning, as he ducked into his bedroom and emerged a moment later holding a neon-green, skin-tight athletic undershirt and a spare pair of his signature, incredibly short gray cargo shorts.
“Here, track star! You can borrow some of my old gear for the trip.”
Ash stared at the tight, neon-green spandex and the micro-shorts, his eyes widening in pure horror. He could already picture himself walking up to his mother looking like a retired Alolan wrestler who forgot half his outfit.
He aggressively put his hands up, waving them back and forth in a frantic panic. “No, no, no! It’s fine, Professor! Really! I’ll just... I’ll just… wear my wet clothes until they dry! Y-yeah!! The wind from the plane’s AC will definitely fix it! Thanks but no thanks!”
Kukui chuckled warmly, shaking his head as he tossed the clothes back onto his bed. “Suit yourself, Ash. But you know, you don't have to be so modest. It’s not like you haven't worn my old clothes before when you forgot to do your laundry.”
Ash’s face instantly flushed as red as a Tamato Berry. He shot Kukui with a panicked, pleading look, desperately trying to telepathically signal the Professor to shut up.
“Wait, what?” Kiawe peeped up, pulling his attention away from Lana’s unwavering determination of fishing with one of his brow raised with deep suspicion. “Ash wears your clothes?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Kukui grinned mischievously, winking at Ash, who was now sweating bullets despite the cold water dripping down his neck. “Sometimes I look in my closet and my old training gear is just mysteriously missing. Then it shows up a week later, smelling like Pikachu sparks and laundry detergent.”
“Pika-chuuuu,” Pikachu snickered, covering his mouth with a tiny paw to hide his giggles.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about! It was a one-time thing! Ash yelled, his voice cracking as the whole but bursts into fits of laughter.
Desperate to bury the topic forever, Ash frantically grabbed a hair dryer from the bathroom, blasting his current shirt on maximum heat while completely ignoring his classmates' teasing grins.
By the time they had to leave, his clothes were still damp, slightly wrinkled, and definitely not fashion-forward, but he adamantly refused the neon spandex.
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The transition from the cozy seaside shack to the grand, echoing terminals of the Alola airport was a whirlwind of energy.
The journey to the Heahea City airport was nothing short of a traveling circus. Kiawe insisted on riding his Charizard to the terminal to 'guard the luggage from the air,' which resulted in a very frantic airport security guard waving a megaphone and shouting about airspace regulations. Every single person passing through the sliding glass doors possessed entirely different dreams and goals, their eyes fixed on the massive overhead arrival and departure monitors.
Sophocles was practically glued to his seat in the transit shuttle, his fingers flying across his laptop screen as he cross-referenced Kanto’s magnetic fields with the power grid of the Magnet Train.
“According to my calculations… if we land at exactly 4:00 PM, the atmospheric pressure in Saffron City will be optimal for a late-night tech expo tour!” Sophocles squealed, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
“Forget the tech expo!” Lana whispered, her face deadpan but her eyes gleaming with a strange, chaotic energy. “I heard that the Kanto sea has a giant, ancient Gyarados that swallows entire cruise ships whole. I brought my heavy-duty fishing line just for the occasion.”
“Lana, please don’t fish for sea monsters on our first day…” Lillie pleaded gently, holding a neatly organized folder of their travel itineraries, tickets, and boarding passes. “My mother’s assistant, Hobbes, made sure everything was booked perfectly. Section A, Row 4, Flight 151 to Kanto. It’s entirely foolproof.”
Rotom Dex hovered over Lillie’s shoulder, its digital eyes squinting at the barcodes. “Bzzzt! Rest assured, Lillie! With my advanced data-processing capabilities, I will ensure zero navigational errors! We are 100% on track for a standard, boring, completely safe flight!”
"Man, I can't wait to go back home! My mom is probably making a huge feast right now… Mr. Mime always helps her with the croquettes, and they are so good!"
"Pika-pika!" Pikachu drooled a little, his stomach letting out a loud rumble that made Mallow laugh.
"Don't worry, you two. I packed plenty of Alolan malasadas for the flight," Mallow said, patting her oversized tote bag, which smelled faintly of sweet sugar and tropical marakuya fruit. "We won't starve."
Professor Kukui walked over to the gathering group of students, holding a thick, crisp white envelope containing their travel documentation. “Alright everyone!” he said cheerfully, a proud grin stretching across his face. “Are you ready for Kanto??”
“YES!” everyone shouted in unison, drawing amused glances from a nearby group of flight attendants.
While the rest of the class began sorting through their carry-on bags and verifying their identification tags with Lana and Mallow,
Ash took a liking to just watching them from afar. He was shivering slightly as the airport air conditioning hit his damp clothes while he slowly drifted himself even farther from his group.
His eyes locked onto a massive, sleek airplane idling on the tarmac. It was a double-decker Garchomp-class airliner, painted in brilliant shades of blue and silver.
Outside, several massive modern airliners glided smoothly down the runways, lifting gracefully into the clear blue Alolan sky before disappearing past the horizon.
For a moment, he grew quiet. The usual hyperactive, loud-mouthed trainer seemed entirely replaced by a contemplative stillness.
Pikachu, noticing the sudden shift in his partner's demeanor, tilted his head curiously from his perch on Ash’s shoulder. “Pika..?”
Ash smiled slightly, his eyes reflecting the shimmering sunlight reflecting off the metal wings of an ascending plane. “We traveled to a lot of regions, right buddy?”
Kukui stepped up quietly, standing beside him with his hands slipped casually into his lab coat pockets, watching the planes alongside his student. “That you have.”
Ash leaned lightly against Kukui's shoulder looking back at the sight in front of them. A nostalgic warmth washing over him as the memories of years spent on the road began to flood back in vivid detail.
“Kanto… Johto… Hoenn… Sinnoh… Unova…” Then he paused. A sudden, sharp breath caught in his throat. “…Kalos.”
Ash chuckled softly, the sound tinged with a deep sense of reverence for the past. “That journey was actually really fun and challenging.” He shook his head, looking down at his clasped hands. “No, every journey was challenging in some way.”
Ash smiled, reminiscing about the precise moments he had started each of his individual journeys. The thrill of catching and meeting entirely new Pokémon. The intense, heart-stopping pressure of high-stakes Gym battles under brilliant stadium spotlights. The simple, irreplaceable joy of traveling down dusty, unpaved roads with friends. Many friends. People who had shared his campfires, cheered his victories, and pulled him out of his deepest slumps.
Then, completely unprompted, a very specific memory crystallized vividly in his mind.
The background noise of the Alola airport seemed to fade entirely, replaced by the mental image of a sleek, futuristic terminal. Ash turned his head within the memory, seeing a long, moving escalator slowly descending. He saw Her.
She was smiling through a face full of conflicting emotions, her short hair framing her bright blue eyes. Then, she turned around. Running up the moving stairs toward him. And—
Zap.
Ash’s face instantly turned a bright, blazing red. The sheer, intense crimson color flushed from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears, radiating a heat that felt comparable to the molten fire bubbling deep within the crest of Wela Volcano.
Kukui noticed the instantaneous, dramatic physical transformation. He looked down, an eyebrow raised in immense amusement. “Ash?”
Ash jumped nearly a foot in the air, his arms flailing wildly as his internal panic button slammed down. “H-Huh?!”
Kukui crossed his arms, a massive, knowing grin spreading across his face. “You blanked out for a bit there, buddy.”
Rotom Dex, completely incapable of ignoring a sudden spike in biometric data, floated closer with its camera lens zooming in and out at lightning speed. “EMBARRASSMENT LEVEL: RISING rapidly! Core body temperature has spiked by 4.2 degrees! Facial capillaries are heavily dilated, zzz-t!”
Ash panicked entirely, his face burning hotter as he reached up and forcefully pushed the robotic data-drive downward out of his face. “ROTOM, DON’T ANALYZE ME!”
Before a thoroughly defeated Ash could even attempt to craft a coherent response or find a place to hide his burning red face, the smooth, pre-recorded audio of the automated airport boarding call echoed loudly through the overhead PA system.
"Attention all passengers. Final boarding calls are now commencing for Flight 392 to K.A.L All ticket holders please proceed to Gate 12 immediately."
Kukui clapped his hands together sharply, effectively breaking the tension. “That’s.. us!! Alright everyone let’s get moving!!” The professor’s voice was rising sharply.
Ash let out a massive, dramatic sigh of relief, sagging forward as if he had just survived a battle against a Legendary Pokémon.
While their gang was moving ahead towards their gate, Kukui stopped Ash for a bit as they moved towards the back of the group.
“Hey now, don’t think you're off the hook just yet, track star..” Kukui grinned mischievously, walking over and wrapping a heavy, brotherly arm firmly around the young trainer’s shoulders,
“So… who is she?”
Ash blinked, his voice cracking instantly as his defensive walls crumbled. “Wait!! H-How did you know it’s a she?!”
Kukui pupils dilated as he bursted into a hearty, booming laugh that echoed off the glass window pane. “I didn’t know!! you just told me right now!”
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The steady, low-frequency hum of the dual-propeller engines thrummed through the cabin floors as the Garchomp-class airliner taxied down the runway, its massive frame trembling with eager momentum before gracefully slicing into the open sky.
As the plane taxied down the runway, the roar of the engines drowned out the chatter. With a powerful surge of momentum, the aircraft lifted off, leaving the sparkling blue waters of Melemele Island behind a sprawling mosaic of turquoise and emerald, eventually swallowed by a thick blanket of pristine white clouds.
Ash watched out the window as the tropical paradise shrunk into a tiny green emerald surrounded by a vast, endless blanket of blue. "See ya soon, Alola," he muttered with a smile, leaning back into his seat.
The boarding process was a blur of excitement. The class filed into the premium cabin—(courtesy of the Aether Foundation) they immediately began testing out the reclining seats. Kiawe looked deeply uncomfortable with the concept of a motorized footrest, nearly jumping out of his skin when it clicked into place.
The initial chaotic energy of departure quickly shifted into mid-flight leisure. Snowy curled up into a tight, plush crescent on Lillie’s lap, the Alolan Vulpix letting out soft, rhythmic purrs as the gentle vibrations of the aircraft lulled her into a peaceful trance.
Further down the aisle, a chorus of high-pitched squeals erupted from Lana and Mallow. A flight attendant had just wheeled out a cart laden with international delicacies, and the two girls were thoroughly captivated by the sheer elegance of the presentation.
Mallow poked at a delicate berry-infused pastry with a tiny silver fork, her eyes sparkling with culinary fascination, while Lana poked at a side dish of specialized kelp noodles, half-expecting a miniature sea creature to pop out.
Meanwhile, the row behind them had descended into a low-stakes wrestling match. Togedemaru, utterly thrilled by the sensation of zero-gravity turbulence, had tucked herself into a spherical projectile and was happily tumbling between the rows of seats.
“Togedemaru, stop! That’s highly irregular flight behavior!” Sophocles hissed in a harsh whisper, lunging across the aisle to scoop up his spinning partner before she could collide with a food cart.
Kiawe let out a booming, deep-chested laugh at the boy's frantic expression. Leaning over his own armrest, the rugged island trainer extended a calloused hand, expertly tapping the rolling electric ball to disrupt her momentum and help tame her before the seatbelt sign illuminated.
A few rows back from the commotion, Ash leaned deeply into his plush headrest. The constant squelch of his damp Alolan shirt had finally subsided into a mildly irritating, lukewarm stickiness, but he was far too exhausted to care. Pikachu remained sprawled lazily beside him on the wide armrest, twitching his black-tipped ears as he watched the comical display of their classmates unfolding just a few feet away.
As the aircraft reached its cruising altitude, the cabin lights dimmed, casting a soft, serene sapphire glow over the passengers. One by one, the energetic travelers succumbed to the exhaustion of their long morning.
In the dead middle of the flight, Ash’s eyes fluttered open for a brief moment. The pitch-black void of the night sky framed the window. He glanced across the aisle, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at the sight of Kiawe and Sophocles.
The two boys, who usually bickered over everything from training ethics to technology, were now blissfully snoring in perfect unison, their heads tilted back at identical, awkward angles.
Ash turned his gaze down to his lap. His loyal electric partner had migrated from the armrest, now firmly nestled against his chest, completely lost in the dreamworld. Ash reached down, his thumb gently stroking the soft, velvety fur on the back of the electric mouse's neck.
As the quiet atmosphere of the plane enveloped him, a sudden, heavy weight settled into his chest. The profound reality of returning to the place where everything began started to truly sink in.
“Would they be proud of me?” Ash thought to himself, his chest tightening with every thought of back home.
He knew that returning to Kanto wasn't just a simple holiday; it was bound to be monumental. He thought of the sprawling fields behind Professor Oak’s laboratory, where dozens of his fiercely loyal Pokémon from various regions were currently roaming, waiting for the distinct sound of his voice and his victories in Alola.
He thought of his oldest, closest companions—Misty with her sharp wit and stubborn pride, and Brock with his grounded wisdom and reliable strength. He had grown a lot since he traveled with them. Just the whole idea of his old journeys had him question about where he has stood as a Pokémon master.
He had fought Misty the last time they met and won but he couldn’t say to himself that he had grown since then.
Alola was different from his other travels. He couldn’t measure his growth with materials like how many gym badges or how many leagues he had fought—Yes, he had conquered trials, faced down ancient legends, and learned the deep, spiritual bonds of Z-Moves.
But would it be enough for them?
He tightened his grip slightly, drawing a soft, murmuring chirp from his sleeping partner.
“Well… I’m just going to prove it to them!!” Ash whispered into the darkness of the cabin, his voice laced with a quiet, unshakeable determination. “We’ll both show them how much stronger we’ve gotten.”
Pikachu squirmed in response to the whisper, his tiny paws moving about in a frantic running motion as if chasing a stray Rattata in his dreams, before settling back into a deep, heavy slumber. Ash smiled, closing his eyes once more as the rhythmic drone of the aircraft pulled him back down into a profound sleep.
Hours dissolved into the night, until a sudden, distinct shift in atmospheric pressure signaled a change.
The heavy roar of the engines tapered off into a high-pitched whine as the massive vessel began its gradual descent through the cloud layers. Around them, the rustle of fabric and the clinking of seatbelts filled the air as the local passengers, well-accustomed to international travel, began methodically packing up their carry-on luggage, pulling on thick coats and adjusting their attire to prepare for departure.
“Ash... Ash, wake up.”
A firm, warm hand tapped Ash’s shoulder, jarring him from his dreamless state. He blinked rapidly against the sudden brightness of the cabin lights, looking up to see Professor Kukui leaning over him with an amused expression.
“Come on, track star, get up. We’re going to be landing any minute now,” Kiawe added, standing up in the aisle and groaning loudly as he stretched his long day arms and legs toward the ceiling, his joints popping from the prolonged confinement.
Ash rubbed his eyes aggressively, wiping a bit of drool from his cheek as he had a sense of disorientation through his cloudy mind while watching through the sky view window.
“Are you okay, Ash? You seem completely adaze,” Sophocles noted, slunging his heavy yellow tech-bag over his shoulder, eyeing the erratic way his classmate was staring at the horizon.
“Yeah... no, it’s just weird,” Ash muttered, his brow furrowing as a cold knot of confusion formed in his stomach. He shook his head, trying to clear the mental fog. “I know Kanto isn’t exactly right next door to Alola, but... why did the flight last this long?”
He stood up, his legs feeling heavy and stiff, and shuffled out into the terminal aisle alongside his classmates. As they entered the bustling airport terminal, Ash’s eyes immediately darted to a massive, sleek digital clock mounted above the terminal seating area.
He stared at the temporal display, his jaw slowly dropping as his internal clock completely failed to align with the numbers blinking back at him.
The timezone was completely inverted. The elapsed hours didn't make any mathematical sense for a standard regional flight.
“It’s not even the next day back home...” Ash whispered to himself, his eyes widening in sheer bewilderment as he stared at the foreign text and strange symbols flashing across the terminal monitors. Something was fundamentally, entirely wrong.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our final descent," the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom, snapping everyone out of their daze. "The weather at our destination is a crisp 15°C with clear skies. We’d like to welcome you to the region of haute couture, art, and timeless beauty. Thank you for flying with us."
Ash blinked "Wait… Is that Vermilion City?" He pressed his face against the glass, eagerly scanning the horizon for the familiar brick buildings and bustling docks of the Kanto port.
But as the plane dipped beneath the cloud layer, the landscape that revealed itself wasn't the rugged, sprawling green terrain of Kanto.
Instead, a breathtaking, sprawling metropolis of cream-colored stone, intricate wrought-iron balconies, and winding cobblestone avenues laid stretched out beneath them.
Beautiful, perfectly manicured gardens shaped like geometric patterns adorned the rooftops. And right in the center of the massive, circular city stood a colossal, towering spire that pierced the evening sky like a beacon of pure light, glowing with a brilliant blue-and-gold hue.
Sophocles rubbed his eyes, Uh... guys? Did Vermilion City get a massive architectural upgrade? Because that looks highly illogical."
Rotom Dex flew up to the window, its screen flashing violently. "Scanning... Scanning... Error! Error! Bzzzt-whirrrr! This architecture does not match Kanto data! Checking global coordinates... Zzzzt!" The little red drone puffed out a plume of digital smoke. "We are currently over Lumiose City! LUMIOSE CITY!"
"Lumiose City?" Mallow repeated, her jaw dropping. "Wait, isn't that..."
"KALOS?!"