She moved.

From her satchel, she drew a single Caster Fern, still wet with morning dew. She placed it on the ground and stepped back.

"One more day," she whispered. "One more legend."

The Arc Phone pulsed again. On its screen, a new entry appeared in the Pokédex:

She backed away, not turning her back until she reached the treeline. Only then did she allow herself a single, shaking laugh.

Time fractured. Akari didn’t run. She held her ground, slowly raising her empty hands. In the future she came from—the world of phones that fit in pockets and Pokémon battles fought in stadiums—this was suicide. But Hisui had taught her otherwise. Here, you did not conquer. You offered .