Zarkju hearing the tune fly's over to sit next to the boy on the stump. "You know what, I know for a fact that Lucas can make poke flute's. It's what he and his family did before..., well before everything happened." He gives and almost sad expression. Lucas walks himself over to where Zarkju is sitting,"And I know from Carl that your hiding your aura. Let it go man. And before you ask yes I can actually make poke flutes and poke balls, I was trained by Kirk or Kurt? I can't remember his name but it was one of those." After begin told to stop repressing his aura Zarkju sighs slightly and to all aura sensitive Pokemon a wave of doubt and anger flows through/past them.