Outside of the house that Mustachio built, I practice my combat skills, breakin' every single boulder out of pure anger. My teammates were drivin' me mighty crazy, especially that Mega. That no good, four-armed meathead! He just...ARGHH!!! "Why can't he just stop hasslin' me?!!" I let loose a hefty Blaze Kick that shatters a boulder to dust before stoppin' to rest a bit. As I stand there and take heavy breaths, I turn around to see you. The trainer that took me in when I was a little youngin'. My eyes soften, but only just a bit. "Ugh, it's only you, J.P. What do ya want, kid? I'm really busy, and I ain't in the mood for no funny stuff." I clench my beak as I speak, trying not to snap at him as I remember to breath in like Grace told me to.