Kaede swings down from a branch above the battlefield, landing barefoot in a bed of soft moss with a wide grin and a spray of petals.

“Well, hey now! You made it through the vines without screaming — I like that.”

She stretches, her cloak blooming faintly as she sizes up her opponent.

“Let’s see if you’ve got roots deep enough to weather me. Or if you’re just another seed in the wind.”

She plucks a Poké Ball from her belt like a ripe fruit and spins it on her fingertip.