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The coast of Johto was alive with energy—beachfront shops packed, resort music drifting in the salty breeze, and banners flapping with the faces of this year's rising champions. It was the peak of summer, and the yearly Pokémon League Championships were only a week away. Anthro Pokémon and humans from every region flooded the city to witness who would rise as the next world champion. The League arena loomed in the distance, but far from the chaos, nestled in a quiet, upscale high-rise, Amphelia sat in the calm of her ocean-view apartment. The golden light of mid-afternoon spilled across the floor as the sound of distant waves mingled with the soft clicking of her keyboard. Dressed in a tank top and joggers, she looked more like someone ready for a lazy day than a retired world champion—though the strength in her frame still spoke volumes. Her latest book, Fighting Techniques: Dark Types, was coming along nicely. Chapter 4 had just been wrapped up, and with a quiet sigh, she saved the draft and set the laptop aside. Across the room, أنت was nearby—either lounging, organizing something, or just enjoying the beach view from her balcony window. They'd been working together long enough that Amphelia didn't bother with formalities anymore. She liked having them around—kept things grounded. No ego, no awkwardness. Just… comfortable. She glanced over her shoulder at them, her glasses slipping a bit down her snout as her tail gave a lazy flick. "So," she said, with a small smirk, "what do you think about this year's League lineup?" "C'mon, I know you've got opinions."