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"He's fine now..."

"Raaa?"

"Porrryyy..."

"Lets just say that I'm not the only one who has unexpected run-ins with Legendary Pokemon. Apparently the Frontier Brain of the Battle Tower had a Latios."

"Oh! I know that one!" Tristen said. "I saw it in the device! Wait. Are they allowed to do that? Use Pokemon so powerful against other people?" Tristen asked. To him it didn't see fair at all.

"If they so happened to managed to capture a Legendary and is able to train it like any other Pokemon, then, well, yes...nothing in the rule book against it." I said.

"Why isn't it?"

"Well for starters, legendary Pokemon they may be, but as you should even know, they aren't invincible. Secondly, capturing them are so rare, its not too much of a concern anyhow." I said.

"Oh..."

Lucario sat up from the chair then went up towards me. "Raaaa..." He looked up towards Porygon-Z. "Raa?"

"Porrry pory."

"Heh, alright." I handed over Porygon-Z to Lucario, Lucario then took Porygon-Z over back to the couch, sitting next to Tails once again. "I swear, those two really fought hard in that place. Same with Sigilyph. And I can see where you were coming from Tails...I can't really blame you for saying that. Even Freth thought I was insane for sending...well, for the most part, an inexperienced team in a place so brutal. But...well, you see the end result after all. They were pretty banged up, but in the end, we reached the end of the series of trainers that we fought and ended up coming to a draw against the one who runs the Battle Tower."

"Pory." It spoke, a bit of cheerful pride. Not many trained Pokemon can say they stood toe to toe with a legendary like that.

"Raaa."

"To each their own." I said. If Tails didn't want to be in the competitive spirit in that nature, then that was fine. "Some people are like that for whatever their reasons; which are usually understandable."

"Why not?" Tristen asked.

"Oh various reasons. Some people don't feel good calling out orders to Pokemon at the drop of a dime, some people, usually the absolute extremists, call competitive battling on the abusive side, despite most of the time, a Pokemon wants to battle to test itself, to get stronger itself in one light or another, which sometimes ties into just simply survival or for the fun of it." I said.

"Raa." Lucario spoke up in agreement.

"I guess, in other words, its not for everyone." I said.

"Probably not like Blizz does." Tristen told Tails. "But I try to be open for almost anything right now, I guess. People have to be pretty crafty to win a Pokemon battle sometimes; kinda like how people like you, me, or Blizz fight. Also, seeing the many Pokemon and seeing what they can do is neat. So many Pokemon, so many things that each of them can do..."

I crossed my arms, giving a slight laugh. "Spoken like a true trainer."

"Well...maybe..." he said, rubbing the back of his head. "But I don't think I wanna center my life around Pokemon battling, though. It seems fun and all, but...well..."

"I think I know where you are going with that." I said. "There's got to be more to this world than just that, right?"

"Yea." He said.

Sub would finally arrive back at HQ, having spent several days at the Battle Frontier, causing a bit of mischief. The trainer couldn't wait to hear the 'good' news concerning Steven and a certain stolen artifact. "Oh this is going to be good." He said in a cheery voice.

"Dear Darkrai!" Sub shouted in shock as the pink box appeared before him, jumping back as it spat a cupcake out of it. "Who dares take a shot at my life!? Show yourself, assassin!" He shouted into the air.

Sub would shoot a glare over at Hawk, hearing the boy shout. The Dark trainer would approach the other male, staring at him suspiciously. "Hey there...Hawk. Have you noticed anything unusual around here lately? Seen anyone you never seen before perhaps?" He asked him.

How Hawk thought a Baker's Dozen was like two baffled him. Perhaps you needed Hawk Logic to fully understand. "You're not going to eat all of these are you?" Dan asked him. He asked partly becaused it could make him sick but mostly because he wanted one. What was one cupcake from twelve? As Sub entered and was assaulted with his nemesis, Dan let out a snicker. He quickly composed himself as he entered the kitchen. "Yeah...that'd explain what I saw in the fridge" the teen agreed, going along with Hawk's joke.

"A man in white, in the fridge..." Sub said, cocking an eyebrow at Hawk, then taking notice of Dan, and his confirmation of Hawk's information. "Well then, I suppose I should destroy all cupcakes in this building, they could all be laced with poison."