Fenris Tzow sat atop a small cliff overlooking New Bark Town, watching the sun slowly rise in the distance. Brushing a strand of hair back behind his ear, he yawned, slipping a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. Hearing a rustling behind him, he turned to see his Umbreon and Espeon emerge from a bush, looking rather expectedly towards him. Sighing and beckoning them over, he quietly rustled through his leather duffel bag, he found what he had been looking for. Pulling out a large bar of rice, he gently broke it into three, placing one before each pokemon, and finally eating the last for himself.Turning back to the sunrise, he stifled a yawn, smiling as the two pokemon stopped next to him, on each side. Over the last couple of weeks, he had found his faith restored in many things. The upcoming tournament was an example of such. Standing up, he quietly grabbed the two Great Balls, opening up and resummoning the pokemon, sliding them onto his belt loop. Sliding down the steep hill, he gently walked into town, stretching as he did so. "Well, time to get ready I suppose."

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