Steam, cold temperature, backpack's weight and the annoying sound of [i]petty chatting[/i]: The entirely of this made Nero realize how much he hated train stations, but it was the only way to arrive on his destination: Anvil Town. The industrial town which, at this time of the year, was likelly filled with... steam, cold temperature and the annoying sound of petty chatting. Oh, and his backpack would still weight at his back, amazing. 

As annoying as that all was, there was no way Nero would miss the opportunity to meet the prodigy professor in person, not at all. He didn't live that far, so he had heard about him - about everything, honestly. The boy glanced at the brown creature sitting by his shoulder - an Eevee - and his only pokémon, so far. He had no need to ask for a starter pokémon, something nearly every starting trainer would do, still, perhaps some information of value would be given to him, something that'd motivate him towards his objetive of becoming a champion, even...

The train stopped and what followed after was the chaotic movement of the crowd, all leaving at the same time. Nero recalled his pokémon to avoid losing ir or harming it even, seeing how he himself was hit by a taller someone's shoulder at least tree times, he never wished for a sharp object so much before. Nonetheless, step after step, he made his way towards the town, glancing occasionally at a town map he had in his hands. A few more steps and there was the boy in front of the seemingly most technologically developed building in this whole town. The boy entered, wordlessly; there were a number of individuals inside, but Nero's eyes focused instantly on the professor. A hint of a smile, which rapidly got replaced by a frown. The boy kept himself quiet, taking a few steps to the side, his hands pocketed in his jacket.