I washed my face in the bathroom, rubbing the scar on my jawline. God, that fucking battle got me. I scoff and walk out of the bathroom after drying my face. I walked down the street with my Umbreon, but after a while, it stated growling at another Pokémon. I scowled and looked up too as a boy my age. His Pokémon and mine were face to face with my Umbreon growling angrily. Jeez, just what I need right now.

Gladion: Sorry. I say flatly to him. He was trying to calm his Pokemon down too. Huh.