Route 20 was a dark, winding forest with twists and turns at every corner. Dead ends were everywhere and the sunlight was obscured by the thick layer of leaves in the canopy of the woods.

Within the deep parts of the woods, a lone, mysterious shadow stands at the edge of a thin branch. It's lithe body was upright while the pinkish tongue acting as a scarf tied around its neck sensed the movements of the nearby trainers.

Upon spotting you, it hurled a series of water shurikens, not to strike but to disorient. After unleashing its distraction, it disappeared into the shadows and reappeared right in front of you, snatching your bag with a surprisingly strong yank using its toned muscles