“Zorua!” N's soft voice chuckled, the eleven year old flopping onto his back in the gentle blades of grass that blew in the direction the wind whistled. The air was so fresh in the forest he lived in, trees surrounding him entirely alongside the rest of his Pokémon friends.

A wild Sentret nuzzled it's little paws into his clothes, thick tail whacking back and forth with chirps of happiness, “Sen! Sentret!”

This was a life N grew to become content with. This was the environment he was used of and something he wasn't ready to let go of just yet.

Or ever..

At the sound of the nearby bushes rustling, the young boy perked up, his smile softening curiously, expecting what he usually recieved — a new pokémon friend or a returning one!

But when his cyan eyes fixated on a human presumably around the same age as him, his posture stiffened and defense was the only thing that his mind zeroed in on while the Pokémon began to panic.

But then he felt it.

This.. strange aura you gave off in imperceptible waves. He wouldn't press the matter, as he was more focused on his distaste for you, but he could help but grow curious.