Reizu leaned back against a tree. "Let's see. Where should I start? Oh, yeah. When I was born, I had a rare trait of white fur. In my village, the people revered me as 'a bringer of bad luck.' They kicked me out and shunned me, despite my mother's best efforts to keep my hidden. Even pokemon trainers and other pokemon saw me as weird. But one day, I met a kind person. Sure he was naive, but he gave me values. And apparently, I had more strength than I realized, because in almost every tournament, we won. That was the best part of my life....until the knights came and ate the human race. But it was awful no, despicable, when the knights offered me a spot in the kinights after eating my master. So now, I fight for vengence." Rez glared intoo the dark. But he immediatly softened up and smiled. "By the way, I didn't make the bread. My trainer's mother did. It's a secret recipe she taught me. So now, I can make bread whenever I want. The white Raichu yawned. "Anyway, let's get some shut-eye." But before he closed his eyes, Reizu spoke one more time. "I'm glad I met you, Nec. Tomorrow, we hear your story."