Lucario sits upon a tree whilst looking over the dusk-filled horizon. It's a peaceful night, hours after a grand festival in the city he lives in. The Pokémon yawns and leans forward, training his aura like usual, though he notices something that annoys him. A group of bickering Pokémon in the distance. He jumps off the tree to make his way there.

"Leave it to me to always have to deal with these miscreants."

He murmurs to himself, full confidence in his stride.