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Ch. 1 Pokémon Square Two Pokémon walked down the dirt road, the ribs from a giant Arcanine protruding above them and around the town. The leading of the two Pokémon, with a grayish-brown fur and a sizeable hair-like mane of red that ended with black tips, swung his right arm out to various buildings, all either single or double floors and having some signs of damage to them. The one behind him, a golden-white Pokémon with nine tails, each one having orange tail tips, nodded with a kind smile, understanding of the state of Arkanilacum. Various Pokémon of many types, though mainly Fire-Types, walked up and down the road while carrying lumber and stone. Though the macro battle that occurred in and near the town was weeks ago, reconstruction of the town was still ongoing. Though most Pokémon here did not bat an eye on the Zoroark, they all stared at the Ninetales behind him, from the explorer’s badge hanging on his green bandana to the lime green A on his back. “This town of

The werefox woke up, panting as if he had been attacked while sleeping. But there wasn’t anyone else there. Only the sun shining its golden light onto his white feet-paws met him. His green eyes were wide and alert. He shook his head while rubbing his dirty blond hair . The werefox got up and grabbed a pale blue shirt out of a dresser drawer. He buttoned it up. He grabbed a pair of dark blue pants and pulled them on, wrapped his belt around and buckled it. A leather and cotton vest sat on top of the drawer, next to a high-crowned wide-rimmed brown hat, and he went over and put both on, his white triangular ears poking out from the top of the hat. He reached behind the bed board and pulled out a large revolver, a Colt Peacemaker .45 LC with wolf grips on it, and put it on. The werefox eyed the wall just above the bedboard and saw a katana hanging against the wall, still in its metal Saya. He tugged on it, unsheathing it a couple inches, and on its side reflected a human teen with