... that Crowley flew into a nearby branch and knocked the tree. Out comes a Sentret, who looks happy with his arrival as the Scout Pokémon hands some berries. He smiled and flew back to his Trainer waiting down below.
"You're friends with that Pokémon?"
"Why, yes. Are not everyone?"
"Well, it's just that..."
"On how I could bring bad luck? Do not worry about that, Trainer. Why should we believe in superstitious things like that when it is utterly a complete myth?"
"No, not that. I've been thinking about it. Why did you join me just like that?"
"Do you feel I am trying to curse someone through such sly move?"
"I have no doubts, but I need to at least know your reason. It's fine if you don't want to."
"Hmm...I do not know that very well. It is only that my instinct says that you are the righteous owner of a righteous Pokémon. Looks be deceiving, no?" He continued, "By the way, do not get me wrong, but you should really get going instead of loitering around like this. Things will not always come that easily, but if you search hard enough, your path will surely open and you may find and serve your true purpose for your own very existence. Mostly incomprehensible, it has been two weeks ever since you stepped forward as a student in this university which has been closed for reconstruction due to recent attack and many things had happened. Well, do you know the reason why you are here in the first place?"
"I-I...I don't really know. Perhaps, can you tell what role do I have right now?" You asked.
"I cannot. You are to decide, not me." He replied. "I am going to soar into the skies for a while, good evening."
He flew off, flapping his wings while leaving trails of black feathers. You looked at yourself through the mirror that Mr. You used to show up, but now that he's nowhere to be seen after what had happened previously, you decided to...