"You sent out a water type against a pokemon you knew was a grass type?" A voice asked. The trainer who said this walked up to the trainers on the field. "You really are amateurs aren't you?" The trainer, who was of average height, pulled down the hood of his chaos black hoodie and laughed at the pair of battlers. "You nickname your pokemon to distract you from the real thing to worry about: winning. Don't let anyone say to you amateurs that it's about love and respect for your pokemon. That never works. They don't get any stronger. It is about pure strength and nothing more..." The trainer sighed. You don't even know where the first gym is! Good luck trying to find it, wimps." The trainer turned round and started walking away. "I'm going to challenge the gym leader and I will beat her..." The trainer stopped in his tracks and turned round to see the battle. "On second thoughts though...I better battle you guys to drum it all in, to make sure you've learnt something from this..." The trainer threw a poke ball onto the ground, suddenly, out of the blue. A large and powerful looking Zubat appeared in the sky.