[ It's official: Conan has terrible luck with caves.
Granted, it's not quite as bad as his last venture into a cave where he got shot, but this time he still ended up with a sprained ankle. Damn Geodudes.
He's beginning to wonder if there's some kind of Pokémon repellent here. Catching some is no big deal, but having something insist on sticking to him is something he doesn't want to deal with. He's already given up on trying to pry a stray Caterpie he encountered on the road off of him.
He was looking forward to finally getting to rest in Violet, but looks like he's a popular target for pranks, it seems. ]
You know, I wonder what powers this PokéGear. There's nothing on screen that indicates battery life but it's been running for two weeks straight. Maybe it stores solar power somewhere?
Either way, I've had enough of Geodudes and Zubats. Speaking of bats...
[ The video clicks on, showing Conan with a complicated expression on his face. He might be smiling, but his eyes aren't. His facial muscles might even be twitching, actually. ]
I was wondering if this was a White Day present, but I'll take it as a belated welcome gift that just happened to fall on this day instead. [ and on screen, held in his hand is a deflated soccer ball. ] Should I say thanks? I'm flattered Mr. Phantom Thief thought of me that much to send a gift, after all.
[ Private; Shiho Miyano ]
Sorry, I got into some trouble on the way. Have you been waiting for long?