When Finnegan decided to let the school's committee members take more creative direction over their outreach efforts, he thought they would do stuff like fun fairs and swordplay shows. You know, normal stuff. He didn't expect that they would organise a wrestling competition.

An Alolan wrestling jingle tooted in the background.

Finn surveyed the sights and sounds of the fiesta from the central platform that overlooked the quadrangle. What was usually a calm, composed and even severe place of skill and contemplation had been overtaken by splashes of colour, screaming children, flexing Fighting-types. A wild, raucous, jubilant energy swelled up in the school like ripe sunkissed berries.

This didn't come as second nature to the stoic teacher, but Finn had to admit that he kinda liked the atmosphere. Even the birds in the Fortree woods chirped a bit more brightly today. However, what about the image he had to uphold? From the glances Finn observed, his students were watching him - waiting to see how he would take it in, how he would express himself. He wondered whether it was worth continuing to play the part of the strict master.

Finn's royal green kimono fluttered as he hopped off the platform into the crowd. Gingerly, like dipping his feet into a pool, he waded out into the festive atmosphere.

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