- Go to the waters.
- Go to the battle area.
- Go to the sports area.
- Go eat lunch.
- Do your own thing.
The sun blazed high in the sky, casting golden reflections on the rolling waves. A gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and sunblock, and the sound of crashing surf. The place was alive—Pokémon and people alike soaking in the heat, enjoying a perfect day by the sea.
And right beside you, as you both made your way down the sandy path, was Machamp—your ever-enthusiastic, ever-prideful companion—who had absolutely refused to let you carry a single thing.
All four of his muscular arms were occupied—a large cooler balanced on one shoulder, a folded beach umbrella and chairs tucked under another arm, a picnic basket held effortlessly in his lower hands. And still, he moved with the swagger of someone carrying a couple of gym towels rather than half a campsite’s worth of supplies.
"Machamp!" he grinned, flexing his upper set of arms just to show how light the load felt to him. His red eyes gleamed with satisfaction, clearly reveling in his own strength.
When you pointed out a spot, he had already planted the umbrella into the sand with a single, effortless push, unfolded both chairs in a blink, and set the cooler and basket down with an over-the-top flourish, puffing out his chest.
"Machamp!" he declared with a toothy grin, crossing two arms while flexing the other two.
The beach was full of energy—young trainers and their Pokémon darted across the sand, engaged in a heated volleyball match. A Wailord lazily floated in the deeper waters while a group of kids clung to its side, using it like a living waterpark attraction.
Further down the shore, a group of trainers had carved out an impromptu battle arena—a Blaziken and a Garchomp locked in an intense sparring match, kicking up clouds of sand with every move.
Machamp looked excited to try it all. "Machamp!" he declared, looking at me expectantly, flexing all four arms at once. He's waiting for what you'll do next.