A Pokeball opened inside an empty apartment. From it, sprung a Jigglypuff that ran excitedly towards the door. She hopped up to reach the knob on the door, spinning upside down as she turned the doorknob to open the door. There were footsteps approaching and Jigglypuff quickly jumped down to the floor. "Jiggly!" She jumped up again into the arms of her trainer Juan who had just returned from a business trip. "Hello there." Juan felt her little feet kicking his chest as she nuzzled her face against his, showing him how much she missed him while he was away. "Jigglypuff. Jiggly, jiggly, jiggly. Puff." "OK, OK. Let me get settled." Jigglypuff waved her hand in the direction of the living room. She hopped out of Juan's arm and ran to the coffee table, retrieving the stack of mail that he had gotten while he was away. It was all the usual stuff that he would look over in due time. Only, at the end of the small stack, there was a red envelope. It was blank. When Juan turned to Jigglypuff, asking her who had dropped this off, she didn't have an answer. Juan went ahead and ripped the top open and pulled out the letter inside. "It's from Hugo." "Jigglypuff?" She climbed up on Juan's back as he took a seat to look at the contents of the letter, looking over his shoulder. Hugo Rich was an old boss of Juan's. One of the first people Juan worked for when he started his work as an even organizer. The letter was an invite to a Pokemon tournament that was being organized by Hugo and his people. A tournament of top quality that will showcase only the best trainers from different regions. "Just as ambitious as ever." Juan thought to himself. But it did sound like an interesting concept. Juan thought that this was Hugo's way of asking him to help put it all together. At work the next day, Juan was surprised to see Hugo in the lobby sipping a cup of tea. Hugo stood up and walked towards Juan with his arms stretched out. By looking at Hugo, in his pressed, royal blue suit, his grey hair slicked to the side, it was clear where Juan had gotten his fashion sense from. Except for the curled, waxed mustache on Hugo's face. "Juan! Good to see you." For a man in his 60's, Hugo still had it in him to squeeze you with the strength of a Machoke. "And you." Juan replied, adjusting his work bag. "Do you have time? I want to talk something over with you." "Yeah. Let's go up to my floor. We can use the conference room in there." The trip up to Juan's workplace was quiet. In his head, Juan knew that Hugo was here to talk him into working with him again. The talk would be about the invite he had gotten in the mail. "I hope you have gotten the invite we sent you?" Hugo broke the silence by mentioning the red envelope. "Yes. I just did yesterday." The two exited the elevator and walked into the office, making their way into an empty conference room. Juan took his seat, as did Hugo. "New tournament. Top notch trainers. Sounds like a great idea." Juan said. "I'm glad you think so. We decided a tournament like this would provide plenty of excitement for spectators. Trainers from all over. Not just any trainers, though. Only the best. We're only asking that they have eight badges to their name." "And how may I be of help in this tournament?" Juan asked. "By joining." "As a participant?" Hugo nodded his head. "Mr. Rich, I don't think I should. I mean, I haven't participated in a tournament in ages. I gave that up." Hugo reached into his bag, taking out a laptop computer. Opening it up, he turned it on and then turned it towards Juan for him to see what was playing. It was a video montage of Juan's old Pokemon battles. "You've been getting a lot of attention lately. This is only one of the many videos that have only begun to resurface of your old days as a trainer." Juan watched the screen, seeing himself as a young kid, remembering every move, every action and every result that played back of those old matches. "It's amazing what the internet can do. Bring back something from years ago and make it......well, relevant again. There are people on here that would love to see you back in action." "No." Juan bowed his head. "That's not me anymore." "It would be huge, Juan. Believe me. You're popular again. Remember all the talk about you back in the day? Remember all that? It's back! Just read some of the comments." "Do those people know of how I lucked out in the League? Twice?" "So you lost. Who hasn't? The media played that up more than the people did. I didn't see you as any less of a trainer after that." Juan stayed silent. His right foot frantically bouncing. He glanced back and forth at the screen that continued to play footage from his old days. "We still have time before we reveal the full list of participants." Hugo stood up and closed the laptop. "You have time to think it over. I too am one of those who wish to see you back, Juan. I had forgotten how good you were until I saw these."