ROUTE 1
Rin was starting to get at their wits end. "Oh, come on! You don't even have any moves!" The frustrated trainer yelled at the Smergle as they stomped their left foot childishly. Osajyin just looked around awkwardly. The Smergle was staring at him again with those eyes. Those bold eyes were judging him. It was getting a little comfortable for him to hold his gaze, but guilt kept them looking back. Unaware of this tension, Rin ran a hand over their face with a sigh. "You know what to do, yeah?" Osajyin broke eye contact with the Smergle again, but this did not end the other's attempt at a staring contest. "Right?"
"Bay," he assured and nodded his head. This wasn't really the fun Osaja imagined when he joined Rin's team. He hoped they wouldn't harass too many other artist in the future. Though who knows what these woods held. Osaja had never really explored too far from his nest, and that kind of change of scenery really intrigued him when he was stuck in that pokéball for the second time. So with another toss of his head, the Leaf Pokémon figured he'd just go with the flow. Apparently there were ups and downs with adventuring, but that wasn't really anything new to living life. Rin hooted encouragingly as if the louder they were, the more damage Osajyin would do. The Bayleef couldn't help but smile at this. For all of his trainer's quick bursts of temper and impatience, they still gave it their all from the sidelines with an undying will. So Rin's hollering may not have increased Osaja's damage, but it sure did increase their friendship . . . and Osaja had a good feeling that was worth all the ruined murals in the world.