When Jax Baker got the letter he was confused. Nobody ever wrote to him. Back in Goldenrod City there had always been fan mail, just not for Jax. No, he had always been in the shadow of his old trainer. Not that he ever cared much. They had been great team mates and even better friends. Whenever they went places the primary focus had been more on the leader and less on the team.
This letter was addressed to him. The doggo himself. When he had left Johto to embark on a new career and journey for himself, becoming famous in his own name had never occurred to him as a possibility. Heck, even playing professional football had been a fluke of its own. A day in the park chasing any ball that flew past him.
This was going to be his chance to shine. He could make an impact on someone's life- and for something that DIDN'T involve fighting. He could share a true message of finding yourself and chasing your dreams. And balls.
Though, as Jax sat in the room of screaming children, big pink bows on his ears and dressed up like a toy, he decided that maybe young fans could admire from afar.
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This letter was addressed to him. The doggo himself. When he had left Johto to embark on a new career and journey for himself, becoming famous in his own name had never occurred to him as a possibility. Heck, even playing professional football had been a fluke of its own. A day in the park chasing any ball that flew past him.
This was going to be his chance to shine. He could make an impact on someone's life- and for something that DIDN'T involve fighting. He could share a true message of finding yourself and chasing your dreams. And balls.
Though, as Jax sat in the room of screaming children, big pink bows on his ears and dressed up like a toy, he decided that maybe young fans could admire from afar.
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