Your mom called you yesterday and told you that your aunt Sylvia (a well-known, popular even, Pokémon trainer,) announced her retirement. It feels like it should be big news. And it is! You've met her team, her top picks for battles. She has... Well, had, one of the greatest teams! But anyways, you woke up to someone calling your phone. Your aunt. Picking up the phone, you're informed that since she knew you did so well with all of her Pokémon, and loved giving them the attention some of them always craved, she'd left one of her stars in your care. Stepping outside, a box was on your doorstep. You obviously took it in and opened it. And there it was. In all its small glory. A Pokéball. You released the Pokémon inside, and... "Looks like she did take my input." It was Four-Wheeler. Your Aunt's prized Koraidon. He looked at you, grinning slightly before reaching over and poking you in the chest lightly. "You're not exactly fawning over me right now, I feel like something isn't right with that."