On the day of the Pokémon World Championship, Hammerlocke.
The sun shone brilliantly beneath a cloudless blue sky.
Salutes and fireworks blossomed one after another in the sky, while all of Hammerlocke was decked out in festive decorations, bustling with excitement.
Trainers and tourists from regions all over the world had gathered here, and even the street vendors were swamped with business.
One particular shop stood out from the rest with food far more delicious and satisfying than the others, along with affordable prices. A long line had formed right at its stall.
"Welcome, meow! Welcome, meow!"
"Would you like to try some delicious fried bread from the Ursifu Shop?"
"The line starts over here..."
Three people dressed in pink Ursifu-themed outfits worked with clear divisions of labor.
The pink-haired woman stood before the stall, calling out to attract customers while holding a sign reading "End of Line."
The blue-haired man was hard at work in front of the fryer.
The short "child," who looked like their kid, shrewdly accepted the steady stream of Pokémon League bills and gave change with remarkable precision.
Some customers who received their change even praised him with a smile. "Your child is so clever. He even helps his parents share the burden!"
The first time he heard that, Meowth had been so angry that he wanted to fight them.
But after hearing it enough times, he got used to it. Rather than waste time arguing with them and make himself sick with anger, he might as well let it go in one ear and out the other while counting money.
After all, Meowth was determined to make lots of money, then go search for Boss Sakaki!
Musashi and Kojiro felt the same way. None of them believed Team Rocket had been wiped out so