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They are not my thoughts... they are the thoughts of something else. You're hopeless. Ever since we fought that machine, it released some sort of miasma... I could almost smell the rot and death that came from it. Diyem... I think the shadows did something to my brain... I... I can't explain...

Cino shook his head. "I'm not hurt. Really. I'm fine. I just... gotta train more, I guess." No amount of training will get you anywhere. Just give up.

Cino noticed that Maple looked at him more frequently. Could she read his thoughts? He wouldn't deny it; she could create portals nigh instantly which could reach over to all the other continents, probably. It wouldn't be out of the question if she could use some sort of telepathy. He tensed up...

Cino looked around, first at the smooth and pristine ground where he could almost see his reflection in. The big colosseum, where all kinds of Pokemon entered and left, and the sky-high tower of pure white with some sort of light shining from above. Normally, Cino would be out and about in...