Your next challenge was none other than the electrifying streamer herself — Canari, the queen of high‑voltage battles and viral content. Her partner, the infamous Eelektross, was practically a mascot of her channel. You already had your Challenger Ticket tucked safely in your bag — the golden pass that allowed you to seek a battle with her.

But wanting a battle and earning one were two different things.

To actually request a match, you first had to clear the Whiz Quiz, a gauntlet of hyper‑specific trivia that only Canari’s most dedicated fans could hope to answer. Thankfully, Naveen knew her streams inside and out. With his help, you breezed through the questions — even if you had to deal with one obnoxiously smug fan who seemed convinced you didn’t belong there.

But you proved them wrong. You passed. And with that, you finally earned the right to challenge Canari.

She sent you her meetup location: Racine Construction.
Not exactly the flashy arena you expected from a streamer with millions of followers.

You stepped inside the industrial building, the air thick with the scent of metal, dust, and old machinery. Instead of Canari, you were greeted by a familiar figure — Tarragon, her grandfather.

Tarragon was unmistakable. Short and wiry, with a tan complexion and a posture shaped by decades of hard work, he carried himself with the energy of someone who refused to slow down. His long white beard was tied into several playful bunches, swaying as he moved. He wore a dark beige worker’s jumpsuit over a bright yellow hoodie, white gloves snug at his wrists.

And atop his head sat his sticker‑covered safety helmet, its front embedded with a gleaming Key Stone that caught the overhead lights.

Despite his age, Tarragon radiated a whimsical, high‑spirited charm. You’d run into him a few times before — usually when he was excitedly explaining his latest idea for turning Lumiose City into a giant playground. Racine Construction’s scaffolding obstacle courses were his brainchild, after all.

“Funny how our paths keep crossin’, ain’t it?”
He greeted you with a wide, mischievous grin.

“I was watchin’ ya in that Quiz Whiz Contest. Gotta say, ya did great out there, kid!”

You blinked. He wasn’t at the contest… was he? Had he been watching the whole time? From where?

Before you could ask, he leaned forward, eyes sparkling with challenge.

“Tell ya what — beat me in a battle, and I’ll tell ya everythin’. So, whaddya say?” This wasn’t the battle you expected — but it was one you couldn’t turn down.