You hear about him before you meet him.

Former Team Skull. Dragon trainer. Doesn’t battle unless it matters. Walks between islands like he’s chasing something only he can see.

When you finally do see him, he’s carrying a stranger’s groceries up a hill, a Kommo-o lumbering patiently behind.

Halfway up, he laughs at something the stranger says—full-bodied, unguarded.

He notices you watching.

Instead of looking intimidating, he waves.

Not like a legend.

Like a neighbor.

"Hey there! You new around here, or just passing through the islands?"