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Squirtle, who wasn't fully listening to Skye, started to curiously rummage through her open bag. He reached inside and pulled out the soccer ball that she had shoved inside of it that morning, studying it curiously.

When she heard the sound of Squirtle going through her things, Skye looked down. "Hey, what are you—!" She paused when seeing the soccer ball in Squirtle hands. Forgetting about the Poke Ball for a moment, Skye raised an eyebrow, letting out a small laugh. "Oh, are you a fan, too?"

Taking his attention away from the ball that he held in his hands, Squirtle looked up at Skye, confused. "Squirt?" he said, tilting his head.

Skye huffed, smiling as she leaned forward as she rested her elbows on her knees. "Guess not," she laughed lightly. She turned her body to him and pressed a finger against the ball. "This ball is used in a sport called soccer—I've been playing it since I was little."

Squirtle still didn't seem to understand, titling his head in the other direction.

Skye continued, "The really basic idea is that you have to kick this ball between your teammates, and if you can get the ball into the other team's net, then you get a point." She shrugged. "And the team with the most points at the end of the game wins." It was a basic explanation that just barely grazed the details and rules of the sport, but she knew that explaining every little thing to a Pokemon wouldn't matter much.

Continuing to study the ball as Skye spoke, Squirtle eventually placed it on the ground. He took a step back and lightly kicked it forward, looking at Skye for approval with a smile on his face. "Squirtle!"

Skye blinked. She hadn't expected Squirtle to understand what she was talking about, but clearly he got some kind of gist of it. Skye laughed, rising to her feet. "Yeah, you've got it!" she praised, walking over to the soccer ball. "Hey, maybe you'd make a pretty good athle—!"

She paused, realization struck her as she picked up the ball before it could roll into the ditch. Her eyes darted from the ball, to the cave, to Squirtle, and finally, the hole. Perking up, she turned to Squirtle with a grin.

"You know what? You just gave me an idea."

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Squirtle, who wasn't fully listening to Skye, started to curiously rummage through her open bag. He reached inside and pulled out the soccer ball that she had shoved inside of it that morning, studying it curiously.

When she heard the sound of Squirtle going through her things, Skye looked down. "Hey, what are you—!" She paused when seeing the soccer ball in Squirtle hands. Forgetting about the Poke Ball for a moment, Skye raised an eyebrow, letting out a small laugh. "Oh, are you a fan, too?"

Taking his attention away from the ball that he held in his hands, Squirtle looked up at Skye, confused. "Squirt?" he said, tilting his head.

Skye huffed, smiling as she leaned forward as she rested her elbows on her knees. "Guess not," she laughed lightly. She turned her body to him and pressed a finger against the ball. "This ball is used in a sport called soccer—I've been playing it since I was little."

Squirtle still didn't seem to understand, titling his head in the other direction.

Skye continued, "The really basic idea is that you have to kick this ball between your teammates, and if you can get the ball into the other team's net, then you get a point." She shrugged. "And the team with the most points at the end of the game wins." It was a basic explanation that just barely grazed the details and rules of the sport, but she knew that explaining every little thing to a Pokemon wouldn't matter much.

Continuing to study the ball as Skye spoke, Squirtle eventually placed it on the ground. He took a step back and lightly kicked it forward, looking at Skye for approval with a smile on his face. "Squirtle!"

Skye blinked. She hadn't expected Squirtle to understand what she was talking about, but clearly he got some kind of gist of it. Skye laughed, rising to her feet. "Yeah, you've got it!" she praised, walking over to the soccer ball. "Hey, maybe you'd make a pretty good athle—!"

She paused, realization struck her as she picked up the ball before it could roll into the ditch. Her eyes darted from the ball, to the cave, to Squirtle, and finally, the hole. Perking up, she turned to Squirtle with a grin.

"You know what? You just gave me an idea."

Read the full chapter here!

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Skye Ketchum's Profile