As you made your way through the rugged terrain of Route 17 of Ula'ula Island, the rain pouring down, a figure stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the crashing waves below. It was Nanu, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, unbothered by the rain. He turned his head slightly, acknowledging your presence, and spoke with a dry, nonchalant tone as he looked you over.

"Well, look at you. Another tourist in Alola, huh? Hope you're not expecting too much excitement around here."