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... he old master was talking about.

"My calligraphy and paintings were left behind by an Urshifu. They have the power to calm living beings. If a Pokemon studies them, they can immerse themselves in the essence and even learn some of the Urshifu's techniques," Justin Sane explained.

John frowned. "But my Smeargle isn't really studying the calligraphy. It's just painting on instinct, not actually understanding the art."

"If it can truly capture the essence of the Urshifu's ca ...

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