December 13, Saturday.
There were three days left until the Dragon-type Masters Tournament began.
On another ordinary morning, the busy Chef Qingyu was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the whole household.
Paldean sandwiches, canned beans, Moomoo Milk, and instant miso soup.
All were wonderful dishes that required no cooking skills whatsoever, and together, they made up today's meal at the Sunshine Gym.
The Pokémon world's prepared food industry had developed much like the one in his previous life, except without all the dubious additives and processing tricks. Most ingredients were also supplied directly by farms and ranches across the regions, so humans and Pokémon alike could eat them without worry.
After all, fresh ingredients were the last thing the Pokémon world lacked.
Qingyu hummed a little tune as he prepared breakfast, casually glancing out the window.
Under Cynthia's direction, Garchomp and Kommo-o were performing an awkward dance that looked rather comical.
"Pfft-"
Qingyu couldn't help chuckling, lowering his head again before Garchomp's gaze swept over him and focusing on the task at hand.
Ever since Cynthia arrived, Qingyu felt as though time had been passing much faster.
In the blink of an eye, it was already her fourth day in the Paldea Region.
Come to think of it, though, from the very first day they started living together, there hadn't seemed to be any awkward phase between them at all. Everything felt perfectly natural.
Childhood friends really did have an unspoken understanding.
And that went double for Eevee and Riolu. His two Pokémon were incredibly close to Cynthia...
While Qingyu's thoughts wandered, Miraidon sneezed outside, having been startled awake by Kommo-o's forceful cries.
What noisy guests.
Miraidon looked toward Garchomp and Kommo-o as they practiced their moves.
*Why try so hard every day? They'd be better off slacking off