mylife-wasalie, girlyunovaheroine, nimbasaempress, stifledrose, buejacket, ribelleforte, theyoungrose, tranquil-flame, bonboneliyse, taurostrainertommy, shadesandrollerblades came for a battle.
/Unova was dead and quiet lately. It was boring almost to the champion of Unova, and he couldn't help but regret sometimes whether or not returning after going to look for N had been a good idea. Had it been? He could've been seeing new things and new people and having fun, but for some reason he dragged his ass back here as if something was calling him home. Such a thing was a lie, of course, for there wasn't even anyone here that talked to him anymore. All three of his childhood friends were either having their own jobs while his friend in the red hat was off doing something or another and getting a name for herself as well. He wanted to see them all, but still he didn't want to be a bother as Cheren usually called him. This left him to just going to train a lot despite how strong his team was already, hence as to why he found himself on the outskirts of White Forest as he stood across from his Samurott, stance tight as if waiting for his friend's next move. He was an idiot, unfortunately, so he was the type of guy to fight against his own pokemon like he was some pokemon-human hybrid-- stupid, wasn't it? Still, very effective./ Gimme your best shot!
/And with that, the boy instantly jumped to the side when his pokemon shot a hydro pump in his direction. Some of his ponytail got wet-- dang, Ao sure was getting faster with that move, huh? Though that was a good thing, if it hit him, he sure would be hurting for a while./ Okay, one more ti-- /But then a snap of a bush from behind him caught his attention, causing him to turn his head, and of course since he wasn't paying attention guess what happened? Ao's water attack sent him rolling backwards and hitting a tree. Not his best move, oops--/
Ahhh, good one... /With that, he pushed himself to his feet slowly, shaking himself of the water that had drenched his clothes to turn his head in the direction the sound had come from./ Who's there? You can come out, yanno. Ain't gonna do nutin' to ya.
