A war game

Mew happily spent a few days in Rivira as he again and again stole the food of the same annoying adventurer. That adventurer seemed to like picking on weaker adventurers, so Mew got back at him everytime he saw him.

Never mind the small stuff, Mew was surprised when he heard that the Hestia familia had been challenged to a war game. At first Mew didn't know what a war game was, clearly not having had much interest in it.

Overhearing a few adventurers talking about it and placing bets on who would win, Mew understood it was a war between two familia's. The rules between the two participating hadn't been all that clear to Mew, but he was sure to cheer for Hestia's Familia.

Yawning slightly, Mew muched on a oran berry as he made himself ready to go back to the surface. It had been fun and all, getting new pokemon species in his garden, exploring the dungeon floors and battling new monsters, but he really wanted to eat some free deserts.

Patting his tummy at the though of it, Mew teleported back to the surface and went to visit Hepheastus. Luckily, she was present this time as Mew received some new dessert called strawberry pie. Squeeling in delight, Mew watched as the war game began.

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Mew cheered in happiness as he saw Bell punch a rude looking person. Clapping his little paws in delight, a victory cheer was let out when the Hestia familia was named the winner. After watching the last parts of the battle, Mew couldn't wait to see how their new home looked like, as it seemed they had won a mansion from the Apollo familia.

Scouring through the city multiple times, Mew stumbled across the Hestia Familia entering their new home. It was a huge mansion with a lot of space around it.

Mew laughed merrily after he saw multiple statues of the weird god being thrown outside. Exploring together with Bell, Mew immediately fell in love with a big bath. As the ones participating had been tired, they all took a well deserved bath. Mew joined them as well as Hestia soaped Mew from head to toe until he was clean enough to enter the tub.

There was only one word to describe this feeling: Utmost blissful.

Oh, wait. That are two words. Ah, who cares...

Mew seemed to turn in a small puddle as he slid below the water and let the heat soak in. To be honest, Mew rather enjoyed the feeling of drifting underwater. There was also no need to really breath for Mew as well, as he could live in any enviorment, even space. It felt as if he had returned to being into his egg again and Mew enjoyed it a lot.