Pokémon: the adults only tournament (prolouge)
The plane’s engines fired off, sending the large metal vehicle down the tarmac. The large airport rolled smoothly as I got comfortable in my first class seat. There were only four other passengers in first class with me. I didn’t recognize them, but one had a large coat and hood covering her face. Her figure was undeniably feminine even under the large black coat.
I shrugged and pulled out the brochure I was given before stepping on the plane.
The front showed a beautiful tropical island covered in lush vegetation and surrounded by crystal clear water.
I was getting excited. I wasn’t allowed to go on my pokémon adventure until I turned eighteen. In my luggage was the small trophy that won me access to this tourney in the first place. Since I couldn’t have my adventure as a kid, I stuck with the card game, and well, here I am, on a plane bound for a prestigious island tournament where the best and brightest trainers from every region are gathering.
I could hardly contain my excitement.