[ WP ] You are a pokemon trainer ( or any other profession ) before pokemon balls were invented .

The master trainer was recognisable to all who saw her. People stopped in the streets. They set down their shopping bags to stare. Whispers spread through the crowd. 
 
 `` It's Cynthia! The new champion of Sinnoh!'' 
 `` What is she doing here in Unova?'' 
 `` She's so young... but looked at how skilled her pokémon are...'' 
 `` I heard her grandmother was a professor. And those Sinnoh people start training very young...'' 
 
 The crowd parted as she walked through, goggling at her powerful pokémon. 
 
 A battle-scarred and important looking Garchomp prowled by her side, and the people of the city could tell that the two had a connection. 
 
 `` I heard she has had that Garchomp since it was an egg.'' 
 `` I heard she caught it with her own bare hands at the age of nine.'' 
 
 Cynthia stopped and whispered something to her trusty companion. The pokémon nodded, turned around and picked the tottering Budew which had been struggling to keep up. The creature must have been under level five. It was so young, but in the wise training of the Champion, it would grow up to be as mighty as the Garchomp. 
 
 Behind the two was a stubborn-looking Riolu. It was a high level, but had not yet evolved. It had n't yet come to trust Cynthia. 
 
 Cynthia's fourth pokémon was carried on her own back. A clear plastic sack filled with water was strapped firmly and securely by her own knots onto her back. Inside was a thrashing Feebas. It gazed, an ugly face, sunken eyes staring at the crowd the team had left behind. 
 
 Cynthia was walking slow, having to stop and command her team. Every ten paces, one of the creatures hindered the woman- be it the Riolu squabbling or the Budew tripping, or the ugly Feebas hurting itself in it's efforts to be free. 
 
 She had reached her destination though. Before her were the gates to the airstrip, and waiting ahaid was a young teen girl. 
 
 She held out her hand. 
 
 `` Champion Cynthia! I'm Skyla, your pilot.'' 
 
 Cynthia said nothing to the girl about whether her young age would effect her skill. The Champion was a wise lady and knew not to question those who had proven themselves. 
 
 Skyla looked over the rag-tag team. 
 
 `` Quite the bunch you've got there. Training up a new team?'' She eyed the Feebas. `` Ugly little thi -- - Um, I mean,'' she gulped, catching herself. She too knew not to question the Champion- who had proven herself enough. `` I'm sure you can help that Feebas realise it's potential. A little TLC is all you need, right?'' 
 
 The Champion did n't berate the girl over her judgements, though she did give her a harsh look. She turned to her pokémon. 
 
 `` Well guys,'' her voice was thick with a Sinnoh accent. `` You all have to behave now. We're going on a *plane*.'' 
 
 The Garchomp looked at her quizzically. 
 
 `` It's a flying contraption. Your ears will pop, that's all. Be good.'' 
 
 She led the group onto the plane. It was like trying to herd stray cats. Soon enough she would have them under control though. 
 
 On board the plane were seats for humans and seats for pokémon. Immediately, a tired looking attendant whisked the pokémon to the seats and strapped them into harnesses. Cynthia followed, though she was n't needed. 
 
 `` Be. Good.'' She commanded again, knowing her futile attempts at discipline fell on un-hearing ears. The Riolu immediately began to torment the waxy Feebas the second the trainer turned away. 
 
 Sighing, Cynthia sank into the uncomfortable plane seat. Though she was only twenty-five, she looked about thirty. Training had taken it's toll on her. It was a very high stress job. 
 
 The tired woman absent-mindedly browsed throuhg *Young Trainer's Weekly*, a garish magazine for newbie trainers with bold fonts and bright images. An article in bright red caught her attention though. 
 
 *Professor Oak's miraculous invention: Pokémon Balls, the amazing container for Pokémon. * 
 
 Cynthia read the magazine eagerly. *Pokéballs? * She smiled. These were gon na make training a breeze. 

