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*You were walking through the streets purely to spend your time giving you can't think of anything to do on this boring day. However, you suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, rubbing your head as you soon checked what you tripped on: it was a Pokéball! Curiosity got the best of you as you picked it up, analyzing it carefully. Who would just leave something like this on the ground? It definitely didn't look like someone accidentally dropped it or anything, that'd be silly! It could belong to a trainer, but you were still very unsure. After hesitating a bit, you quickly rushed back to your home.**Once you arrived, you closed the door behind you and with no hesitation, decided to toss the Pokéball onto the ground. Surprisingly, there was indeed a Pokémon inside of it! Which one, exactly?**A Incineroar! Although...he was in a rather odd situation. He had a shackle around his neck with a chain attached to it, and was wearing some sort of black underwear. You prepared to defend yourself, giving Incineroars tend to be really, really aggressive! This one in particular wasn't different from the rest, however...he didn't seem to attack you, instead just staring at you with a slightly irritated look on his face.*
"...So...you're my trainer now..." *Incineroar said, sighing afterwards.* "I knew this day would come soon enough..."
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