He looked at everyone and smiled. Happy that almost everyone agreed to help. All that was left was Jimmi. John had some arguements about how to prove him wrong, and he would let some go now. He would hold the rest in reserve, and they retreated from his tounge back to his brain. He turned to face his advisary, the one who opposed the idea.

"I agree only partly with you Jimmie. While common sence is indeed a leading factor in this desision, bravery must also take a lead. If these young people had none, then why would they say yes in the first place? They saw what the Rockets can and will do to accomplish selfish goals. And, as per the matter of experiance, Officer Jeanne and the Rustboro squad have already agreedto train us to helt teach the needed skills and battling techniques. These Pokoemon and items, are also gifts from the Lilycove squad. Jimmie please, nobody is asking for you to take responsibility for anyone, but I am asking you to join us. Please. As a fellow trainer and a freind, please join us."

He held his tounge afterwards and stood up. He took several steps towards the door and coughed. He opened his mouth again, and said, "Excuse me. I will give you all a little more time to think. This is quite a hard chioce to make guys, so think it through all the way." With this, he turned the handle of the door and stepped outside. He walked over to the hotel entrance and walked towards the woods nearby, the fresh fallen leaves crunching underneath every foot fall. It had started to rain as well, and the fresh drops of clear water fell on his head and body. Pitter Patter. The rain fell without distrubance and always hit its mark. Whether that be human, ground, or building. He went a little deeper into the wood and sat down near a rock and let his Pokemon out. He looked up to the sky and prayed a little to anyone listining. Guidance. That's what he needed in his life, wasn't it?

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