Guzma fixed his golden framed sunglasses, feeling the dented left side as he trudged back to the Team Skull base with Golisopod following behind in the heavy and cold rain. Shivering and coughing. It felt like the night at Kahuna Hala’s place.

“Ya boy doesn’t need anything to make it back.”

He muttered to no one in particular as Golisopod weakly called to its trainer before Guzma blacked out from exhaustion and woke up, not in the run down mansion, but a house.

“Where the hell am I- cough”