Ghetsis takes a rare day away from the activities at Team Plasma to seek out some peace and quiet. Soon, when he rules over Unova, when his ideals become the reality, the rules that govern the land, he'll do this more often. Daily maybe. Who will stop him? He'll be the only man in the entire continent to own pokémon.

His son N, like all Pokémon, are merely tools. Tools for a greater good, he's sure.

The thought causes a low chuckle to erupt from his lips as he paces along Route 23, the unforgiving mountain path being surprisingly quiet as the sun is still rising. The orange and red hues from the sky make his pale green hair look almost vibrant in this moment.

And then... he hears footsteps.

Ah... so I am not alone. he thinks with a wry grin.

Whoever it is, he's in the mood to absolutely crush them, his left hand already gripping the Pokéball containing Hydreigon.