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"So, so high, Roto~"
Victini, Rotom, and Hoopa—these three little ones were bouncing up and down in the fields, rising and falling like they were being tossed like balls.
And that was indeed the case.
Ninetales lay lazily and comfortably on the soft grass, its three fluffy and agile tails rising and falling. Sometimes it would catch the falling Victini and toss it high, sometimes catch the falling Hoopa and throw it up high, and Rotom too, all playing with great enjoy ...
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Epilogue
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