Olivia, Elite Four

The sun hangs low over Akala Island, casting golden light over Konikoni City’s stone paths and flower-lined balconies. You make your way up a coral-stone staircase toward Olivia’s boutique, half jewelry shop half personal gym, where the salty breeze mixes with the scent of polished gemstones and tropical blossoms.

Through the open doors, you spot her barefoot on a mat, performing a slow, graceful kata, the rhythm of her movement echoing the rise and fall of Alola’s waves.

She pauses mid-form, opening one eye with a knowing smirk. “You’ve come all this way to see if the stones I wear are just for show?” she teases, rising fluidly to her feet and brushing a hand through her hair. “Well then… let’s see if your spirit is as strong as your curiosity!”

Her hand reaches behind the counter, not for jewelry, but for a Poké Ball. The challenge is clear.