With a ledger marking your 10mP debt and a crate full of basic gym supplies, you leave the Hazera League headquarters, stepping into the roughly made entranceway. Victory road looms behind you, but you can take the employee exit, a hidden shed with access to the Firmament teleporter network. It always tingles just a little bit, but it beats trekking through miles of untamed mountain.
You arrive back at Sandspire through the tourist entrance, stepping out and taking a breath of fresh air as you greet the sunset. It's still beautiful. You suppose that's partially thanks to the city planning department, who had the consumer grade teleports dotted throughout the titular sand spire. One of the few Thermite mounds to ever be completely reclaimed, the enormous pokemon built monument looms over the town... and gives visitors a birds eye view as soon as they emerge.
You follow the spiral path down the spire, looking out over the town as you go. To the west, the fields look lush in the late summer sun, small berry trees sway in the breeze over fields of a sea of tomato plants, a rainbow of colors over a gleaming red ocean.
To the south, the mountains rise up, dotted with caves both natural and not, lights on inside some of those being used as workshops and dwellings while others have heavy gates locked and chained shut to keep what's in in and what's out out.
To the east, you see the other fields, the more pokemon friendly ones. The Brombon of your parents farm are among the tallest and easiest to see, you smirk with pride, but they're far from the only ones. Or even the most productive, underground crops tend to be the big moneymakers, after all.
While to the north, you see something much less... savory. The other sandspires. The ones you haven't dared fight. You can see them looming over even the massive stone wall built to separate the town from those spikes that stretch off into the lowlands, thousands upon thousands of fiery insects waiting to reclaim the farming community if it becomes convenient.
As you circle around again, you're low enough to see more activity. To the west, trucks loaded with produce are cruising down packed dirt roads, following the winding paths to the south where they drive in to an industrial-sized teleporter and drop off their load for one enormous shipment.
To the south, construction is ongoing, trained squads of Aquape stabbing away at the solid rock with sprays of stone and scree, hooting away and occasionally shanking each other in some petty dispute. Their human foreman holds a bandolier of pokeballs and is leering at them from under his hard hat. You shake your head, construction always has to be soo noisy.
To the east, the Hoddish are settling in for the night... or trying to, a lot of them seem to be bumping into each other and falling over, deciding immediately that that's fine and they don't need to burrow tonight, leaving the farmer's Ibissal to shove a surprise beak in them and push them back down, leaves up.
Fortunately you don't have to look north again, strolling to the east, past the fields to your temple-cum-gym, you eye the gate to your family farm wistfully on the way, a quartet of Forecaller on either side already panicking and running in circles at your approach, but you've got a crate of league stuff to drop off and a legal obligation to prioritize the sacred pyramid whenever you can.
It's actually kind of funny. Your sister went on a whole adventure in Hoenn, swimming oceans, climbing waterfalls, and hiking mountains... and you STILL ended up in better shape than her just by carrying equipment up and down the flights of Sacred Stairs every day.
Personally you were pretty sure they were just regular stairs at this point, but after finally getting to the point where you don't need it you're not sure you'd support the installation of a Sacred Elevator.
At the top of the stairs, you head towards the small atrium where tourists are allowed and you can keep your work equipment without 'defiling' anything. As always, a set of massive, slavering jaws looms over the doorway. You give the steel trap holding the jaws a poke and it quickly wakes up, shaking the sleep drool off in embarrassment and slowly climbing down from the hammock you gaveit over the doorway.
It steps towards you tentatively, looking a little nervous as it sees you set your boxes down, and you decide not to wait until your final team member shows up to give him the good news, "Yeah, Cutter, I'm a fully accredited gym leader now."
Cutter the Mawile jumps for joy, overbalancing and falling back on his horns, and you fish him back up and wipe him off a little bit as you reminisce. He's your only Pokemon with a nickname, because he's the only one not originally caught by you. Your sister Luna caught him on her own league challenge. She was never the patient type, and traveled to Hoenn to take the challenge there as soon as she got the chance.
She sent letters, of course, and came back for a visit at least once a year, but she actually lived out there now. The furthest member of your family. Aster lived in Marbleflow, but he took the teleporter back home to your parents at least three times a week. Although you typically needled him that he was just too hopeless to cook for himself whenever he did. A claim he didn't usually deny and you didn't begrudge him even if it was true. Spacial Sciences was a pretty all consuming field of study.
It was sometimes funny to think about, everybody else in one house, and one sister far away. But according to her letters, Hoenn was just too good. Mega Evolution gave it the most spectacular battle scene on the planet, the entire region had free wi-fi, and a quirk of zoning laws let you register as your legal residence any tree or bush that you could shove a house into.
That admittedly did sound pretty good, but privately you wonder if she didn't just want to beat her older sister to 'first family member to have their own property.'
Not that you owned the temple, just the opposite. It sometimes owned you. Maintenance was constant, and Luna made sure to sass you with exactly that when she sent you a mon from Hoenn.
"Oh great fairy queen of teeth, I offer thee… this fukken adorable stupid pile of teeth. He's a coward and an idiot, but just LOOK at those chompers. His name is Cutter. I'd say take good care of him but that'd be like telling you to breathe. …Actually wait, I will do that. Take good care of Cutter and you are now breathing manually."
And after a few minutes of breathing manually and a few months of taking care of him, he was as good a part of your roster as any. You'd heard that pokemon could be uncooperative with those who weren't 'qualified' but maybe Cutter was just too timid to rebel. That hadn't been your experience with your last pokemon.
You took a deep breath, marching deeper into the temple to see if it was ready for business. Your best pokemon for actually maintaining the ancient ruins was from Alola. A gift your parents had picked up at some big bean conference. Apparently it had just started following them around and customs had told them to take it away.
At first they hoped it would help on the farm, but it proved to be pretty unruly in that role. It hated being outside, hated more having its hat touched, and seemed downright livid any time it saw actual combat. Since you already had Vullaby at this point, they -hoped- you might prove to be some kind of fairy whisperer, and you'd like to think you did a good job.
You left its weird hat alone, brought it with you into the temple, and started doing your best to train it.
It's heart took a while to defrost, both slowly and in bursts. It learned from exposure, first to tolerate its environment, then to tolerate you. But you're not sure it really got any better until you started battle training it. You forget the first time you saw its heart jump. It had just gotten itself hurt trying to fight a Thermite after its disguise broke.
"Mimikyu, I know your hat protects you, and its really clever to make it look like its some kind of pokemon so they miss you entirely, but if you just get angry when it breaks you give them a chance to hurt you for real! I don't want anything to happen to your cute little face."
It's eyes didn't so much 'light up', given that it was made of shadows, but the sheer amount of glee it felt at somebody being concerned for its health was touching.
You made sure to give it extra attention after that. Making sure to repair its helmet as often as possible and help it strategize. Even if it didn't take the advice, it liked that you cared enough to suggest that if it didn't need it to look like anything specific, its decoy would be easier to repair with shorter ears.
You even gave it some special meals. Well, not every meal, but some extra vitamins and something to hide it in to help him get it down. You've never seen a pokemon like ketchup so much. And you've -really- never seen a pokemon like being told it likes ketchup the most so much.
Soon enough he had warmed up to you, and would even risk popping out of his decoy as long as the bottom opening was facing a wall or the floor. After that, well, you did what any self respecting, serious, adult pokemon trainer would do after realizing they had a loyal, affectionate, rare, foreign pokemon with fingers that could pass through solid objects.
You bred a whole lot more of them
Faded yellow decoys stuck to the walls of the temple like limpets, signs of the ghosts inside the walls, rearranging the interior. You'd trained even the super low level ones for all kinds of tricks, switching walls around to send travelers back the other way like a lost fairy forest, acting helpless and demanding care only to reward pleasantness and punish wickedness, setting up frozen dioramas of feasts where proper etiquette must be followed… because trespassing hospitality was tied to the firing of the ancient dart throwers.
You didn't plan to use all the gimmicks every gym challenge, but you were pretty sure you had them set up! You eventually caught up to your original Mimikyu, letting it pop down from the ceiling at the core of the temple. You flashed it your license, it gave you a salute, and that was that.
A few pokeball withdrawals, one hike back down for dinner with the parents, and tomorrow the gym would be open.