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Satoshi realized after a few years and a few journeys that he would never die from old age or failing organs, he had died and been reincarnated too many times which had messed it all up. Pikachu wasn’t aging either, which he chalked up to the Electric Mouse being turned to stone and back.
The early morning breeze blew its way across Melemele Island, picking up some particles of sand as it passed by the beaches.
Atop a cliff overlooking one of the island’s more secluded beaches sat a black-haired Pokemon trainer, watching the waves.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” an older Kukui said as he took a seat next to him.
“Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to be back here so late-“ Satoshi paused for a moment as he looked over Alola’s head Pokemon professor. “You’re looking well, Kukui. How’s your son going? Are you still teaching at the Pokemon School?” he asked.
A few bird Pokemon flew overhead and chirped as they did so.
“Ash’s good, he’s good to compete in the Indigo League soon,” Kukui told Satoshi.
“I still can’t believe you named him after me. Indigo would be his second?” asked Satoshi.
“Sato, you’ve known him since he was born. And yes, it’s his second,” Kukui sat back on his hands. “How are you? Where’s Pikachu?” he asked.
“Pikachu’ll be along soon. I’m going good. We’re planning to compete in the Kalos League and the Samuel Oak Memorial Tournament again,” Satoshi told him.
It had been nearly eight years since the Kanto professor’s passing, the year after his death, Samson and Gary had set up the Memorial Tournament.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice the change of topic,” he added.
“I didn’t think you would, how long has it been now? Twelve, thirteen years since you were my student?”
“Fourteen, actually,” he corrected.
“Wow, time certainly does fly,”
“That it does especially when you’re me or Pikachu who don’t age anymore, you tend to lose track of time,”