July 12, afternoon.
Farfetch'd was searching for meaning in his duck life.
Farfetch'd passed through the Berry orchard and the areas where Eevee and Turtwig lived.
He passed the Pokémon Center, met Nurse Joy, and watched Pokémon receiving treatment.
Then he passed through the Safari Zone, where he saw wild Pokémon fighting each other, while others lived at ease.
Farfetch'd also saw Arcanine running wild with Rapidash, competing in endurance and speed.
By the lake, Farfetch'd saw Milotic's beautiful form gliding through the water.
Very beautiful, but not what he wanted.
In none of these places did Farfetch'd find something he wanted to do.
None of these Pokémon or activities stirred that sense of impulse in him.
After wandering around, Farfetch'd returned to his starting point, back beside Lucario.
At that moment, Lucario and Metagross were battling, as were the two Dragapult.
Lucario wielded a Bone Club, fighting Metagross at close quarters, while Metagross dodged with great composure.
They made an excellent training pair.
Lucario practiced attacking, his offensive a raging storm.
Meanwhile, Metagross practiced evasion and defense, using his supercomputer brain to calculate the best defensive methods and escape routes.
On the other side, the two Dragapult exchanged blasts of Dragon Breath, leaving Farfetch'd awestruck.
A faint light flickered in Farfetch'd's eyes.
Battling was something that interested Farfetch'd a little, but he kept feeling there ought to be more to it than simply fighting.
What was the meaning of battling?
What did I battle for?
Was it simply to decide who won and who lost?
Farfetch'd didn't like that.
"Far!"
(Why do you like fighting?)
During Lucario and Metagross's break, Farfetch'd, who had been watching for a long time, asked that question.
"Metagross!"
(I like the feeling of winning!)
Born in the wild, Metagross had fought his way from