Magic & Transvolution

Majestic City Arc.

The three gaze at Clinton, astonishment spreading, the cop by the round man grinning. The law enforcers pick up the trainer, restraining him. One of them throws the bag towards the hiding-behind-the-mailbox man: He thanks them afterwards.

Ramon stares off, squinting. He then looks back at Clinton. "So the yellow thing I saw near the TV." His head tilts. "What was that?"

"My badge," Clinton bluntly answers. "It signified my service in the police force." He glances at the cops gripping the trainer's hands, handcuffing him.

"Yeah. You sure were a crime stopper, Chief," the cop says, laughing. "Working us to the bone on taking care of the crimes, asap."

Clinton frowns. "Isn't that the point of being an officer? Making sure people are safe?"

"I agree, sir. But wanting us to get to the bottom of the rampant crimes isn't our duty." The cop shrugs. "It's the detectives."

Clinton folds his arms. "And where are they? Last I checked, they're always not at the crime scenes." His head tilts. "Aren't you curious about why there's so much more crime than usual?"

The round man steps forward. "Yes we are, Clinton." Hand to chest. "As mayor of this city, I believe we should do something about the criminal activities, too." He adjusts his hat.

"Then why aren't you doing anything, Nickel!?" Clinton's fist clenches. "So many lives are in danger because of it! And poverty is getting worse!"

Nickel lifts his hands. "Whoa whoa! Relax, Clinton. We're doing something right now. Such as arresting this trainer and his Pokémon."

"Yeah, chill Chief," the cop joins. "That's why everyone is glad that you retired: You're too demanding and uptight."

Glad? The hell did he do to have EVERY cop be glad that he left? Justin thinks, keeping Ada steady.

Clinton shakes his head. "I truly believe law enforcers should take these activities seriously. It's our duty to do so."

"'Our' as in us and not you, right?" the cop corrects.

The elder's brows lower. "I'm aware," he mutters. And was mentioning my retirement called for?

Nickel nods. "I understand why you feel that way, Clinton. Rest assured the enforcers got this under control."

Clinton squints. Right.

The mayor looks at Ramon, Justin, and Ada, tilting his head. He points his cane at them. "Who might these three be?"

Clinton looks at them. "They're wanderers around this region. They have no place to live so I offer them one."

"I see." Nickel lifts his hat, bowing. "The name is Nickel Willham, the mayor of Majestic City." Dusts himself. "I roam around making sure technologies exceed their potential along with keeping the city safe."

Justin smiles. "Ay, that's lit."

Clinton shakes his head. "I'm not sure about the 'safe' part, to be frank."

Nickel sighs. "Clinton, please. We're doing the best we can..." He looks away. "I really wish I could find a solution for the poor here." Nickel's hat covers his face. "Truly..."

Clinton raises his brow, tapping his arm. Ramon walks in front of Justin and Ada, staring up. "Here's hoping you find that solution eventually, Mayor," he says.

Nickel smiles. "Thank you, you kind Zorua."

"You're welcome." Ramon nods. "My name's Ramon. And behind me are my friends, Justin and Ada."