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Pokémon Center Hiroshima's Gyarados Plaza

Autor : Isaac Actualizar : Feb 19,2025

Pokemon Center Hiroshima se reubica, presenta Gyarados Plaza

Pokemon Center Hiroshima cerrará temporalmente en marzo de 2025, reabrándose en una nueva ubicación en abril de 2025. Un nuevo patio de recreo temático de Gyarados, la Plaza Gyarados, debutará en marzo en un lugar separado.

Nueva ubicación para Pokemon Center Hiroshima

La nueva dirección de la tienda será el segundo piso de Ekie, la salida norte de la estación Hiroshima. Actualmente situado en el sexto piso del edificio principal de Sogo Hiroshima, la tienda, abierta desde junio de 2015, se someterá a esta reubicación.

Pokémon Center Hiroshima's Gyarados Plaza is Oddly Not a Water Park

Gyarados Plaza abre en Minamoa de la estación de Hiroshima

La plaza de Gyarados del centro de Pokémon Hiroshima abrirá el 24 de marzo de 2025, en la azotea de Soramoa Plaza dentro del nuevo edificio de la estación de Hiroshima, Minamoa. Este patio de recreo presenta grandes equipos de juego temáticos de Gyarados. Se requerirán reservas anticipadas para un tiempo limitado después de su apertura; Los detalles estarán disponibles en el sitio web oficial de Minamoa.

Pokémon Center Hiroshima's Gyarados Plaza is Oddly Not a Water Park

Evento nacional de TV Poke-lun

Antes de su cierre, los centros de Pokémon en todo Japón organizarán un evento nacional que celebre los 1 millón de suscriptores de Poke-Lun TV. Los fanáticos pueden recibir una pegatina exclusiva presentando una contraseña de un video de YouTube de TV Poke-lun el 19 de diciembre de 2024 en cualquier tienda participante.

Pokémon Center Hiroshima's Gyarados Plaza is Oddly Not a Water Park

Los centros de Pokémon seleccionados (Mega Tokio, Osaka y Okinawa) contarán con oportunidades de fotos con hosts de TV Poke-lun. Este evento se realizará del 17 de enero al 16 de febrero de 2025, y excluye las tiendas Pokemon, Pokemon Center Online, Pokemon Cafe y Pikachu Sweets de Pokemon Cafe.

Pokémon Center Hiroshima's Gyarados Plaza is Oddly Not a Water Park

Pokémon Center Hiroshima's Gyarados Plaza is Oddly Not a Water Park

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