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“I saw him at the top of Mt. Pyre,” the kid whispered. “He doesn’t use legendaries. No Salamence. No Metagross. He had a Muk. A Muk , man. And a Weezing. And a Garbodor I didn’t even know lived in this region.”

The kid looked up, eyes wide. “He said… ‘The strongest trainer isn’t the one who collects the rarest dragons. It’s the one who sees the beauty in the muck. The one who understands that even waste has potential.’”

Gorman’s hand froze over the griddle. That name. He hadn’t heard it spoken with that tone of awe and terror in over a decade. pokemon emerald u trashman

“Take care of your trash,” Gorman said. “And one day, your trash will take care of you.”

“That’s my line,” Gorman said quietly. “I saw him at the top of Mt

But tonight, a kid in a soaked raincoat slumped onto a vinyl stool. He couldn’t have been more than fourteen. His Swellow was perched on his shoulder, feathers bedraggled, and his belt had only two Poke Balls left.

Not a superhero. Not a villain. Just a man in grease-stained jeans and a faded trucker cap that reads “Koffing Disposal Co.” His real name is Gorman. To the few who frequent his graveyard shift at the “Lone Mudkip,” he’s simply the guy who serves the best burnt-end poffins west of Mt. Chimney. No Salamence

“You look like you just lost to a Magikarp,” Gorman grunted, sliding a cup of hot Leppa tea across the counter.