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There are many secrets hidden away on Ula’ula Island, though they may not be obvious to those who don’t look closely.
It’s easy to take things at face value. Is a Pokeball just a Pokeball? Or is it what’s inside that counts?
For example, is the island kahuna’s daughter simply restless or ungrateful? She’s tired of the relatively safe and easy life she’s led, and fears she's unprepared for what’s expected of her.
Will she be chosen as the next kahuna? All she wants is to be sure she's worthy.
It’s not a role she’s sure she even wants, but her suitor, Alola’s most recent champion, Garret, does. To ensure this, he’s seeks out a Pokeball he’s heard tales of in Haina Desert…
Though Garret’s gotten close, he can’t reach the lamp alone. He’ll need the help of a particular someone - a dawn stone in the rough.
And in the rough this dawn stone is. How could life not be rough when you’re the son of the leader of Alola’s most infamous crime syndicate? Things become even bleaker when Guzma’s father suddenly dies and leaves him in charge of Team Skull.
He’s left with expectations he finds he can’t meet, the memory of a mother he hopes to make proud, and the ghost of a father he’ll forever disappoint.
As a result, the numbers of this once fearsome gang dwindle, as does their reputation. If he wants to keep what little he has left together, Guzma will have to prove himself.
There’s nowhere better to do that on the island then at the grand opening of the massive garden in Malie City. There, he’ll show them all he’s destruction in human form.
But is that all he’s meant to be? All he can be?
So, it’s on an Alolan night in Malie Garden where the kahuna’s daughter and the dawn stone in the rough cross paths, setting into motion the finding of a Pokeball that, like them, is more than it appears.
