Gray got multiple looks of caution as he strolled into Pewter. The boy thought for a second, before frowning and gazing back at the citizens with a cold aura. It was because of his clothing. Since he wore a slim, protective black and gray hoodie with a R on the chest, long black and gray gloaves, black pants, boots, and hat, he was seen as a Rocket member by some of the more weaker willed civilians. He wasn't one, however - he wore his clothing in honor of his father, whom he was sure died, like his mother. Not even bothering with commenting on their gazes, Gray entered the Pewter City Pokémon Center.
After quickly healing his two Pokémon, Gray exited the Center, quickly going through his mental map. There was quite a few facilities going throughout the entirety of Pewter City, but one in particular garnered his attention. A Training School...
It only took him a few seconds to find it, and as soon as he entered the School, the boy was pierced with multiple scrutinizing looks. The room was large, with one side dedicated to teaching, and the other side dedicated to battling. There was mostly children his own age there, but there was also a few teenagers and teachers.
"Welcome to the Pewter Training School!" A middle-aged man smiled, walking over to Gray. His nametag read 'Robbie'. Instead of answering, Gray nodded, brushing past the man and heading towards the small battle room. No one was currently battling, so he walked over to one side of the ring. A small group of boys walked to the other side, and Gray tilted his head, silently asking for a battle. It was three guys, and they were all rather tall - maybe around 15 or 16.
"Kid, do you really want to battle us? We're known as The Deviants." The leader asked with a grin, twirling a Poke-Ball between his fingers. Gray didn't reply. In a flash of gray light, both Nidoran and Gible appeared on the field. The leader shook his head, throwing out two Pokémon as well; A Sandshrew, and a Geodude. His two lackeys flanked him.
"Your funeral. Let's go, Geodude, Sandshrew!"
Gray tilted his hat downwards, shading his eyes, while sliding his left hand into his pocket. A chilling smirk appeared, unnoticed on his face.
"...Dominate the fools...Ravage, King."