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>Your trip back was as basic as it could be.
>To any onlooker, it would have still looked spectacular.
>For you, this was slow and safe.
>Your leaps were laid-back and your speed was comfortable.
>You needed to focus.
>Why was this visit stressing you out, exactly?
>Was it some deep desire to play-pretend superhero?
>Like you had a secret identity?
>Maybe you should have made yourself a costume before jumping around in public.
>You weren’t some shape-shifter.
>You couldn’t disguise yourself like Hal.
>You’d already shown yourself to a crowd, uncomfortable as it was.
>It was only a matter of time until people found out.
>No, it wouldn’t be pleasant.
>But it would be inevitable.
>Lucario was one of the most popular Pokémon.
>There were probably dozens of people trying to narrow down where you lived.
>Some in law enforcement, and some nerds on the internet.
>There was a real chance some people in town already had an idea where because they happened to look up at the right time.
>Neighbors might wonder what all the inconsistent banging on their roofs were too.
>You landed on a grocery store.
>Smells of fresh donuts and warm pastries flooded the rooftop.
>Were you a good host, you might buy some for your parents.
>But you didn’t bring money.
>More importantly, the thought of walking among humans petrified you.
>…
>You spent a minute sitting and smelling the bakery below.
>People learning who you were and where you lived was unavoidable, but it didn’t make it tolerable.
>This didn’t feel right.
>it wasn’t quite you.
>The old you.