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... the customers of YoYo Day Care, it felt like an entire year since they last saw him. So, when he appeared at the shop again, they were utterly surprised.

Upon his return, Yuga stepped back into Lain's workshop and felt that his skills in making incense had grown rusty. During his month in the Guli Mountains, he had hardly found time to practice crafting Pokéblocks or incense.

Of course, this sensation of being "rusty" was just Yuga's imagination. His skills were honed through ye ...

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