Frankie Jones never thought the difficult life of a trainer would be for her, hell, she's running a small betting pool on which of their classmates are most likely to come trailing back home tails between their legs to Camphrier town after a month or two of hitting a wall at the first Gym.
After a harrowing encounter in route 7 proves she has more grit for battle than she realised, she decides to throw her hat into the ring with those desperate try-hards she was so quick to judge before. (If her mothers imminent return to Kalos has anything to do with herrunning away beginning her journey, you won't hear her admit it).
Why chase perfection by avoiding risks when along the way, she could catch excellence?
This work is crossposted on RR, and SV under the same username, it is also posted on ao3 under the username sneak_a_cat_tries_the_arts, please do not repost my writing.
After a harrowing encounter in route 7 proves she has more grit for battle than she realised, she decides to throw her hat into the ring with those desperate try-hards she was so quick to judge before. (If her mothers imminent return to Kalos has anything to do with her
Why chase perfection by avoiding risks when along the way, she could catch excellence?
This work is crossposted on RR, and SV under the same username, it is also posted on ao3 under the username sneak_a_cat_tries_the_arts, please do not repost my writing.