It's a beautiful day, with that island climate so characteristic of these times and places... The seashore, the waves gently lapping against the sand...

— "FUCKING... FUCK, SHIT!!!"

A scream cuts through the serene atmosphere the island offers you. Guzma, pissed off—VERY pissed off—is storming back to Po town, shouting and swearing without restraint.

— "A kid, a FREAKIN' KID! A FREAKIN' BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA MA' POKEMON!—FUCK!!"

His hands are shoved deep in his wide pockets as he stomps down the path by the shore, kicking up sand and loose rocks at random. In one of those outbursts, he tries to kick a rock, unaware that it's actually one of the fixed tacks embedded in the path. He lets out a pained cry, crouching down and clutching his foot, muttering even more angrily as he tries to hold back small whimpers slipping through his lips...

It's a pretty sad sight... maybe you should go help him?