[Pokemon Fanfic/PM] Sailor Skirts and Bullet Seed

"So, I had too many dreams last night and accidentally drowned in them."

"When I woke up, I thought I'd never make it back."

"I dreamed about lots of horrible things."

"But dreams are supposed to mean the opposite."

"So I'm going on a journey."

"If I don't leave this place, I'll be killed tonight."

A girl with cobalt-blue eyes and straight, metallic-gray hair cut to her ears turned her back to the rising sun and picked up her shoulder bag. Empty-handed and all alone, she walked from her little house on the outskirts toward a more distant horizon.

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1. I've kept wondering, unable to figure it out, for a very, very long time: Do geniuses have to live more painfully than fools in this world? Isn't my life entirely in my own hands? Is talent a gift or a curse? Do I need to blame fate to distract myself from the pain of my own helplessness?

I've kept wondering, unable to figure it out, for a very, very long time.

2. But the flowers are beautiful, someone is singing, and Pokemon still live as innocently and conventionally as ever. So I can keep moving forward, and those unpleasant things, those thorns in my side, are just my own business.

3. I said that caring about fate is essentially surrendering to it. Every legend tells us that we will be destroyed, in the past, the present, and the future. But we haven't been destroyed, so we should not live the way fate says we will. None of us are legends, either.

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A native of the Pokemon world, a genius adventurer's younger sister, gifted with telepathy. Though she suffers from a tragic case of chronic nightmares, she is a child of the world who grew up surrounded by love, and the adorable little Dionysus of my dreams.

Theme: Adventurers pay for their lives in advance, accepting the cost in exchange for what they gain.