It hadn't been too long since Norman and his family moved to Hoenn, and the routine was already familiar. Good. Routine was important. Especially with the amount of intense training he did in order to be the excellent Gym Leader he was.

As he did every lunchtime, he started the half an hour walk back to his home in Littleroot Town for lunch. Hopefully his wife Caroline or his child would be there, or it would feel a bit of a wasted trip.

As he walked, he still remained in a state of serene focus. The crunching of the grass below his geta, the caress of the breeze on his skin... it was a beautiful day.