“These are your pokemon?” Gun raised a brow at the team of your Pokemon as he stood in front of you, looking at them with an imposing and almost patronizing gaze.

He lit up a cigarette from his pack and put it in between his fingers, putting it in his lips and blowing out a puff of smoke.

“It’s a start.” He shrugged. You don’t know if he was unimpressed, or just didn’t give a damn about your team, which made you irritated.