Mascots Have No Rights

There was no doubt that the two before them were Sato and Mark, who had come thousands of miles away from the Johto Region and Hoenn Region.

Behind them, three men and three women followed closely. They were naturally the Dark Night Gym's first batch of five Gym apprentices, as well as the Dragon-type Specialist Breeder, Lota.

To ensure that Mark could meet up with everyone without incident, Sato had directly asked Hoenn's Phoebe for help and had him personally see Mark onto the ship bound for the Kalos Region.

Once he was on the ship, Mark surely could not get lost and wander into the sea.

Sato had also timed things perfectly, bringing the others from the Gym to Olivine City Harbor, where they boarded another ship headed for the Kalos Region.

In the end, the group gathered in Ambrette Town in the Kalos Region, then took a plane straight to Lumiose City.

The constant transfers along the way and the complicated, tedious inspections whenever they changed transportation made everyone realize something.

The current Kalos Alliance still did not recognize Kanto Headquarters!

"Tsk, tsk. Brother George really had it rough, coming all the way to Hoenn from so far away," Mark said with a sigh.

Sato glanced at Mark and said bluntly, "Don't worry. It won't be harder than Phoebe finding you in that vast forest."

Mark: (Д｀)っ? Little Ming and Si'an looked at each other, all trying hard not to laugh.

Sure enough, wherever Senior Mark went, there was laughter.

As the newest member of the team, Lota stuck to the principle of not speaking unless necessary. She quietly watched everything unfold, gaining a more genuine understanding of the Mark she had previously only heard about.

Mascots really had no rights.

Angry, Mark struck a spiraling arms-crossed, hands-on-hips