Hello Peter Pledge

"Alright Golurk, here is fine. I'll walk the rest of the way." Orden say's to his flying automation as he touched down on the outside of Kiloude City. "Thank you buddy, I know your not tired from all that flying due to your energy core. But I would still be a horrible trainer if i treated you like a weapon."
You put your hand on Golurks shoulder as he nods in understanding. You then dropped to the ground and returned him to his poke ball.
And so you walk to Kiloude City, a place popular with trainers for one reason and one reason only, the Battle Maison. You don't know much about the Battle Maison, you don't know much about Kalos in general. You've never been here before, and since it's night time you don't think it's wise to bother the locals either. So you just trudge along, hoping to find a Pokémon center. They're usually easy to spot.
And unless your eyes deceive you you think that building Infront of that fancy Mansion could be it. So Orden walks in and heads towards the PokeMart section.
"What will it be." The cashier said with enough "enthusiasm" to get a Slaking dancing.
Orden, not wanting to take up to much of this gentlemen's time quickly gave his order. "Ten potions, ten repels."
"Ten repels? you planning on sleeping outside?" Asked the cashier.
"My money goes towards what i need, my Pokémon, then me. Checking in to a place costs money, and is also unnecessary when i can camp outside the city. So yes, i am planning on sleeping outside." Orden stated.
"Alright here you go." The cashier handed you the items and you give him the amount needed to pay for it. To clarify, Orden isn't broke. Just very careful with his spending. I've been watching him since the beginning of his journey. When he first started out he.....obviously had no idea just exactly how much time and care he would have to invest in his Pokémon and the journey itself. For the first weeks he, his Grookey, and Scyther would scavenge for berries where ever they could find them. Because surprise surprise, when you lose a battle against a Pokémon trainer you gotta pay up. Not mention that even with instructions glued to his face, he could barely setup a tent(let alone any form of shelter) and get a campfire going. There's also the fact that due to him not having any maps at the time he would always find himself somewhere he shouldn't be. Honestly, it's miracle he and his first partners didn't end up dying in the middle of nowhere.
And honestly I'm quite glad that didn't happen, this is the first time I UXIE:ORIGIN OF KNOWLEGDE have decided to observe a mortals life from start to finish. From a bumbling youngster to an experienced ace trainer, watching Orden's progress from an idiot only relying on attacking moves to actually using his brain was like a mother watching her child take his first steps. He's still nowhere near close to achieving his dream of becoming a frontier brain, but he's getting there. Huh? What's that? Your asking me how could i be there for his story from the beginning when in the previous story i didn't even know his name until he introduced himself to DG? Bitch I'm a god i ain't gotta explain shit to you. Anyway's, to get back to the present our humble explorer here decided to not set up camp and instead take a quick walk to one of the benches north of the city to relax.
After setting down his overly large backpack Orden pulled out an apple form the snack compartment and sat down on the middle bench. As he was about to eat his apple an Espurr tried to "snatch" it from him by using it's Psychic powers to force Orden to hand it over. Of course, having dealt with psychic Pokémon before(and psychic trainers by extension)Orden developed a resistance to mind control. Still, being the kind boy that he is he split his apple in two and handed one half to the restraint Pokémon, who seem to have accepted this compromise. Orden took this moment to quickly check his belongings to see if anything was stolen. For this was not the first, or second or third or fourth(yes this happened way more times than it should of) where his kindness got taken advantage of. Thankfully, everything was where it's supposed to be, so Orden ate his half of the apple and began to lie down on the bench.
"Z-A royale." you say to yourself while looking at the night sky. "At night a bunch of trainers are gonna be going at each other throats, the streets of lumisoe city will become a warzone. All for that wish." You began to ponder that last part. As someone who has seen and fell victim to his fair share of scams your 90% percent sure that "wish" isn't exactly what everyone thinks it is. The logical answer is that who ever makes it to rank A and becomes the last one standing will be rewarded by the organizers of the event with a request they can reasonably fulfill. Maybe that one woman seeking to host a marathon could maybe have her wish granted, but the other guy looking to abolish all forms of transportation except Taxis? Not happening. But then there's that 10% chance that it could be what everyone thinks it is. Or rather, what everyone wants it to be. And if it was, then maybe your closer to achieving your dream than you think.
"Nah." You blurt out suddenly, jolting the Espurr that after eating his half of the apple decided to use your body as a bed.
"Sorry about that little buddy, i got lost in thought." You pat the thousand-yard stare feline on the head to calm him down. "Even if it was, that would be the easy way out. And a disrespect to the ones that came before."
Orden began to think back to the Frontier brains and how none of them got they're position by making a wish. Scott did not choose any of them because he was compelled to by an unknown force, he choose them because he knew they were the best of the best. He chose Noland and Thorton because he knew any trainer capable of fighting with Pokémon they've never used before and winning deserved to be called the strongest. He choose Greta because he knew anyone who understood the complexity of Pokémon battles and how it's not just about beating your opponent into submission but choosing carefully when and how to approach the situation with proper mind, skill, and body made her the strongest. He choose Tucker because he knew any powerful trainer willing to enter they're own tournament to face off against his challengers instead of waiting for them to come to him even with the possibility that he could lose in round 1 made him the strongest. He choose Lucy because he knew anyone willing to create such an unfair, masochistic, and downright Bouffalant shit facility had the mindset of one wanting to maintain they're title of the strongest. He choose Spencer because he knew someone able to form a deep enough bond with they're Pokémon that neither need speak to each other due to already knowing what they must do is the strongest. And Lastly, he choose Brandon and Palmer because only the pinnacle of the strongest can defeat and wield three legendary Pokémon.
"No, i won't take the easy way out. I'll become a frontier brain. And I'll do it by becoming the strongest." declared Orden to none except the Espurr and Peter. Wait, Peter? "Nice to see you haven't changed much best buddy." Said a familiar voice that you really did not want to hear right now.
Orden pulled the Espurr close to his chest and turned to his side. "Use Hypnosis on me." Orden Whispered to the Espurr who confusingly agreed to do so. Only for it to fail due to Orden's resistance to mind control. "Crap." Crap indeed Orden, looks like your gonna have to find another way to ignore your frie- annnndddd now he's beginning to talk. Joy.
"So there i was, coming out of the Battle Maison after growing bored of maintaining my winning streak. And look who i see walking about like a homeless trubbish with no regard for other peoples nostrils?" Orden turned to look at Peter.
"You can see now?" Peter laughs and then continues talking.
"I take it your here for the royale everyone's losing they're minds over?"
Orden sat up on the bench, the Espurr took a set on his lap. "I know you don't have a wish, so there's no reason for you to join. But your going to anyway just to spite me aren't you." Peter scoffed at that notion.
"Orden Orden Orden, I haven't thought about you after the final battle at my dad's place. In fact, I completely forgot who you were until i picked up on your foul stench." Peter leaned in close. "This rivalry is one-sided, on your end. Not mine." Peter then took a step back and cleared his throat.
"Also, what do you mean by no reason to enter? Do you have any idea the amount of desperate fools that are gonna be participating? Kids just starting they're journey's, business bozos who've never left they're office, and even a bunch of regular civilians who have never battled a single day in they're entire lives are entering. And i will be the one to bring them to despair as they scramble for something they'll never get."
Peter then took out three poke balls from his satchel. Golurk left his poke ball to get ready for battle. But Orden told him to stand down.
"Peter it's night time, also my Pokémon are currently taking a break. Few days ago we had the hardest fight of our lives and we barely won. We're not trying to get into any battles right now so if you could just go away until the royale starts we would really appreciate that." Orden said while caressing the Espurr on his lap who might as well be an honorary member of team considering how long he's stuck around.
"Oh really?" Peter said with a sly smirk.
"Good, that makes this plan a whole lot easier." Peter then threw the poke balls and out came the Kalos trio, all fully evolved. "Choose." Peter Ordered.
"Peter for Arceus sake i- Which one you will take with you to the royale."
"Huh?" Huh indeed, guess this wasn't what you thought it was. Orden and the Espurr both looked at Peter with a blank stare. Meanwhile Golurk is inching ever closer to that smug Simipour who can't seem to wipe that grin off his face.
"You choose, then i choose, then we battle. You win you get to keep the mon you choose. I win, you must keep the mon you choose as well as surrender the others to me." Peter said with so much confidence that one might think he's already won. Orden on the other hand had to take a minute to process what his "buddy" just said.
"What. what? WHAT!" Orden got up from the bench while also making to sure to hold the Espurr carefully as he did so. After setting the little feline down Orden confronted Peter.
"What is going on, what are you trying to do." Orden raised his hand to Golurk, who was about slam his arm down on the ground.
"I'm trying make you stronger pal, you don't think your idols Brandon and Palmer had those legendarys with them since day one did you? Likewise you don't think they needed to switch up they're teams every now and again right? A truly strong trainer should be able to use any Pokémon at any time. If my dad can do it, if that nerd from Sinnoh can do it, and if I can do it." Peter snapped his fingers and in an instant Orden's Golurk, who was just about to knock Peter's lights out found himself completely immobilized by the Kalos trio. "Then so should you, someone who is looking to become the strongest." Peter chuckled.
Once again Orden found himself facing off against the one person he has tried and fail to defeat many times before. Wanting to get this over with so he get some sleep Orden chose.
"Greninja, I choose you." The Shinobi frog hopped off of Golurks head and next to Orden.
"Then I'll choose Chesnaught." The Forest Warrior came to Peter's side as he returned Delphox to her ball. "This place is a little cramped, let's head to the Maison. Suggested Peter. "There's plenty of room there." Orden returned Golurk to his poke ball and grabbed his overly large backpack and followed his Rival to that fancy Mansion he saw earlier. The two chosen Pokémon as well as the Espurr(who is sticking around way longer than any wild Pokémon should) followed closely behind.
As they entered the Maison Orden couldn't help but be in awe, the interior was like one of those fancy castles he only saw on TV or in those fantasy comic books he reads from time to time. Never in his life did he ever imagined he'd step foot into a high-society place like this. Of course with that aforementioned thought he also realized just exactly how much he stuck out. From surveying the Lobby most of people who have gathered here are the kind of people you expect to belong there. Prim, proper, expensive jewelry on their person, basically people you'd expect to be in well-to-do estate like this. Even they're Pokémon have fancy accessories on them. Meanwhile Orden, by contrast looks and smells like he just got done swimming through Muk infested waters. His adventure clothes were in need of heavy washing, dry-cleaning, and the man himself could use a trip to a car wash to make sure all that dirt and grime on his face didn't stick. Fortunately, No one save the receptionist that Peter was talking to paid him any mind.
"Yo Stenchy-ana Jones, this way." Peter called as he began to walk up the stairs and into the other room. Orden followed him as they walked past wealthy trainers into the arena. Once in the first thing that caught Orden's eye was all the food on the tables placed together neatly.
"Orden, try to have some have manners as your chowing down." Said Peter while continuing to walk.
"I'm not that hungry, but thanks for your concern." The two continued to walk until Peter stopped in the middle of spacious hallway.
"Here is fine, now we just gotta wait for one of the Chatelaines to come here and oversee this duel."
"Chatelaines. Those must be the owners of this facility." Peter nods his head.
"Right you are, a group of four young women specializing in different battle formats." Peter then began to gloat. "Obviously me being me, I've already defeated them many times over." Peter was about to continue but he was thankfully interrupted by a smack to the head by a young girl wearing a fancy yellow dress.
"Ah, would ya give it a rest, ya walking ego trip!" Orden was perplexed by what he just heard, not the words themselves but the way they came out of the preppy girls mouth. "You were about to go full Shakespeare there, weren’t ya? Jaysus, I’m morto for ya." It was almost like hearing someone speak in a different language.
"So they sent you to be the judge Nita?" Peter Groaned.
"The receptionist said that this be would a single battle, who better to send than the Chatelaine who specializes in such? Besides." Nita continued "Someone's gotta check ya. Might as well be me." Peter was about to make a witty retort but was thankfully once again cut off by Orden.
"So your one of the rulers of this place?" Nita turned her head to look at you. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Orden, Orden Aire." Nita looked Orden up and down.
"Ya don't look very ordinary to me pet. But it's nice to meet ya too. I’ll be overseeing this little scrap between you two eejits. Think of me as your referee-slash-chaos-manager." Nita then step to middle of the hallway between the trainers and they're Pokémon. The Espurr that's been tagging along joined her at her side. "Right so! Rules are simple: no killing, no crying, and no boring speeches. Let’s keep it spicy." Orden smirked before getting into position.
"She seems nice, i like her." Orden said.
"Of course you would, she hates me just like you do." Peter replied while also getting into position. The two Pokémon Orden and Peter commanded were ready and waiting.
"Alright ya gobshites, let’s get this circus rolling. Battle… begin!" Orden goes first.
"Greninja use Water Shuriken!" Greninja conjured up five water energy based Shuriken's and sent them straight towards Chesnaught.
"Pin Missile." Peter responded calmly. Chesnaught's back stiffens as the spikes on his back grow a light green then fires shortly after. Colliding with three of the five water shuriken's that were sent his way. He grabbed and crushed the fourth while titling his head to the right to avoid the fifth which give Greninja the opening he needed to get in close.
"Now's our chance! Night Slash!" Orden Shouted. In mere moments Greninja, who was a quite a few feet away from Chesnaught closed the gap and delivered an upward slash with a Dark energy construct in the shape of a Kunai.
“Ohoho, now we’re cookin’! That frog’s got moves, and the tree’s got trauma!” Guess i have a co-commentator now.
"Grab him." Peter said nonchalantly and The forest warrior obliged. Greninja was now in a Bear hug. "Body Slam." Peter did a motion with his right his hand where he lifted it up in the air and then brought it down. Chesnaught replicated this motion by jumping as high as he can go without breaking the ceiling and then coming down with just enough strength to crack the ground but not damage it too much.
“Careful, lads. One wrong twitch and we’re redecorating this hallway with regrets.” Nita added. When Chesnaught got up he was shocked to see Greninja gone and in his place was a decoy substitute that faded away. But the element of surprise was not on Orden's side unfortunately.
"Spiky Shield." Almost as if Peter knew, Chesnuaght slams his fist together to create a green-energy like forcefield.
"Switch to Ice Beam!" Orden franticliy told Greninja, who was about to deliver a fatal blow but now had to cancel out his Night Slash in favor of gaining some distance with Ice Beam in order to not suffer contact damage from Spiky Shield.
"Charge forward then use Body Slam." Peter said while yawning. Due to Spiky Shields effect of protecting the user while also damaging anyone who made contact. It would be very bad if Greninja got hit by it. Orden could tell the Amphibian Shinobi to use another Substitute but how much Stamina will he have left to continue the Battle?
"Create a Water Shuriken big enough to slow him down!" Greninja quickly materialized a water shuriken big enough for him to ride on and then sent it flying towards his pursuer. Chesnaught, still having his arms together received no damage from the attack but was still slowed down. No longer being able to keep Spiky Shield active Chesnaught lowered his arms. "Let's play it safe for now. Use Ice Beam!" "Ninja-ninj!" From the frog ninja's mouth spew fourth some ice-cold energy breath. Peter did not say a single word, so Chesnaught stood there and took the full blast. For a moment, nothing. The two combatants and Judge just stood there in awkward silence while waiting for the other to make a move. But then Chesnaught started glowing.
"Looks like Overgrow finally activated, alright then. Vine Whip." Five Light Green vines come out from the sides of Chesnaught's back and headed for their target. "Greninja! Use Night Slash to deflect and dodge those attacks!" Greninja summoned forth two Dark energy kunai's and began slashing at the vines. He was able to hold them off for some time but he eventually got overwhelmed. One by one the vines came down lashing at The Amphibian Shinobi's skin, bringing down to his knees.
"Grab Him." Peter told Chesnaught, who now did so with the vine whips he sprouted from his back. Greninja, now constricted against his will was at the Forest Warrior's mercy. "Don't worry Orden!" Peter yelled from his side of the hallway. "Imma give you a chance to turn this around! Chesnaught keep Greninja restrained and use Pin Missile!" The silent Knight of the Woods did as ordered. Light green spikes from Chesnaught's back came straight for an immobilized Greninja, who could do nothing but take the hits. Eventually just like the Forest Warrior the Quiet Croak of the Night started glowing. Orden Jumped at the opportunity.
"Greninja! Water Shuriken!" Greninja closed his eyes and manifested five glowing water shuriken's that shined a bright blue that lit up the area around him. He then uses the shuriken's to cut the vines constricting him. "Combine them into one and then charge forward!" As instructed all five Shuriken's were fused into one giant Throwing blade of razor sharp water that glowed a bright blue. And then Greninja dashed towards his target.
"Vine Whip and Pin Missile combo." Peter instructed and from the Forest Warrior's back came an onslaught of super-effective attacks. Greninja uses the giant Water Shuriken as a shield to block the Pin Missiles coming his way and then uses it to cut down the Vine Whips that followed right after. Once he got close he prepared to strike. "Spiky Shield. "Peter gestured. Chesnuaght slammed his hands together again and from that, the same green energy forcefield came back. Orden shouted to his partner.
"Now! Use Substitute!" As Greninja made contact with Spiky Shield his entire body transformed into a pool of water. He then reappeared behind Chesnaught, ready to strike with Water Shuriken. "Come on!" Orden dreamed of this day, a day where he finally beats that overconfident, egotistical, vindicative piece of crap. To rub a well earned, much deserved victory in his face. Today was not that day. Because the moment Greninja got an inch closer to push his weapon into Chesnuaght's back, he collapsed. "What! How!" Orden was in disbelief, Nita was making the shocked Pikachu face and the Espurr just stood there. Staring. Peter cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Overgrow, Blaze, and Torrent. These three abilities are shared amongst a collection of Pokémon that i like to call the "regional trio". When a Pokémon with these abilities start reaching the end of they're limit the power of their Grass, Fire, and Water moves are increased by 50%. Such an ability makes for awesome comebacks when it comes to the spectacle of Pokémon battles. But what people don't seem to realize is even though they've gotten stronger with moves of they're primary types. The Pokémon is still heavily injured and is still consuming energy fighting. Peter continued. "Substitute, a get out of jail free card that a Pokémon can use only a certain number of times before they start wasting too much stamina." Peter began to smile. "Ironically enough, had you simply just let Greninja take the damage from Spiky Shield and had him bear through the pain and push forward you probably could've won. Granted it would've been a huge gamble either way bu- Shut up." Orden was done listening to this smarmy Gengar talk, now it's his turn.
"We've fought many times now." "Correction you fought me many times, i simply entertain myse- SHUT UP!" Nita and the Espurr jumped at the sound of Orden's booming voice. Meanwhile Peter continued to smirk.
"If there's one thing i can say for certain about you, is that you never miss the chance to reduce your opponents to nothing. I've seen it happen countless times, not just to me. But to the trainers unlucky enough to face you in absence of your father needing to be somewhere else. Leaving you to take over his battle factory in Hoenn. You planned this, all of this. My action, my reaction, and I'm handing it to you on a silver platter." Peter took off his sunglasses, revealing the blank, soulless stare of a man who derives joy from watching other people fail. Even though he can't see.
"You you didn't pffft you did not seriously be- hehehehehhehehe." He could barley contain his laughter. "You thought I would genuinely give you a fighting chance?!" Peter burst out laughing like a super villain. "MUAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHH!" SMACK Nita, who was off to side overseeing the battle had thrown the Espurr at Peters Head. Knocking him to the ground. The Espurr didn't seem to mind being used as weapon, it looked like he wanted to hit Peter too. Peter lies on the floor, stunned. Espurr lands gracefully beside him, tail flicking once like punctuation.
"I said no boring Speeches." Nita dusts off her gloves. “Well, that’s one way to shut a gob. Espurr’s got a mean right hook—psychic-assisted, of course.” Despite her best efforts Orden didn't respond, he just looked at Greninja. who was just lying there. After letting out a sigh Orden went towards the Amphibian Shinobi and offered his hand. Greninja accepted, and with the two now standing side by side each other they turned to look at the victor of this match. Peter was rubbing his head.
"Sheesh, can't anyone here handle some heat?" Silence, save for the tiny steps of the Espurr who went to Orden's side. "Wow, okay then best buddy." Peter readjusted his sunglasses before continuing. "You know our deal Orden, hand over your Pokémon."
"WHAT!" Nita was about give Peter a piece of her mind before Orden stopped her.
"A deal's a deal Nita, and i loss. Fair and Square." Orden gave a reassuring smile before taking out his poke balls and handing them over to Peter. Peter put them in his satchel and then handed six empty poke balls and one master ball to Orden.
"Incase you end up coming across a legendary." Orden scoffed.
"How thoughtful of you, best buddy." The tension was so thick that I UXIE:ORIGIN OF KNOWLEDGE could taste it. Peter returned his Chesnuaght and headed for the exit. "We'll talk more tomorrow, got some more things i need to say." Orden didn't respond he just stood there and watched as he willingly let go of his faithful companions. But before he could lose himself to that thought the click sound that is heard when a wild Pokémon is successfully captured caught his and Nita's attention. You look to you side to see the Espurr that had been following you is gone. And in it's place was a poke ball, one of the six that smug Simipour give you before leaving. You took the ball from off the ground and threw it. To nobody's surprise, the Espurr came from the ball and slowly floated towards Orden and nestled on his shoulder.
"He’s made himself at home there. I wouldn’t bother trying to move him—ya might lose another fight." Nita said with a cheery smile on her face. Orden chuckled.
"Nita was it? You remind me of girl i know." Nita raised her eyebrow. "Wait hang on, not like that." Orden gently pats Espurr on the head, who responds by flicking his tail and giving a soft psychic hum—like he’s syncing with him. Nita Smirks.
“Well, looks like you’ve got yourself a shoulder ornament with attitude. Don’t let him boss you around too much.” Orden chuckles again, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll try. But I think he’s already the team captain.” Nita, still teasing.
“So, about that girl I remind you of—was she also devastatingly charming and prone to throwing psychic cats at people?” Orden waves his hands defensively.
“No! I mean—yes? But not like that. She was just… someone who didn’t take crap from anyone. Like you.” Nita softens slightly, then shrugs.
“Well, pet, sounds like she had taste. And if you keep that Espurr alive long enough, maybe you’ll start winning more than just moral victories.” Orden wanted to correct her on that fact, considering he defeated three champions and collected every single gym badge from Kanto, Johto, Unova, Hoenn and Galar and even won against 4 frontier brains. But didn't want to ruin the good vibes that's going on right now. "YAWWWWNNNN" Nita rubbed her eyes.
"Right, I’m off to bed—see ya in the mornin’, yeah?" Orden was going to say yes before he realized that the royale will be starting in few days.
"As nice as it would be i gotta be somewhere in few days." Orden then took out his Rotom Phone. "But how about giving me your contact information? So we can still keep in touch?" Nita blinked at the Rotom Phone, then smirked.
“Well, aren’t you just full of surprises. Fine, pet—give me that thing.” She snatched the phone with a flourish, tapped in her info with lightning speed, and handed it back. “There. Now if you ever need someone to throw psychic cats at smug trainers again, you know who to call.” Orden chuckled, pocketing the phone.
“Thanks. I mean it.” Nita gave a mock salute. “Don’t get all mushy on me now. Go rest. You’ve got a Royale to prep for—and I’ve got beauty sleep to catch.” She turned, heels clicking against the marble floor, then paused at the doorway.
“Oh, and Orden?” He looked up. “Next time you better win, And when you do? Make sure it’s loud enough for Peter to hear it in his nightmares.” With that, she vanished into the Maison’s shadows, leaving Orden with Espurr on his shoulder, a Rotom Phone with a cute girl's contact info, and a quiet resolve burning in his chest. Wait, aren't we forgetting somebody?
"No Greninja, i didn't forget about you." Orden turned to look at his new partner. Who had his arms crossed. "For better or for worse you are my ace now. And I've gotten the feeling I've made a bad first Impression already." Greninja shrugged, then went into his poke ball. "I'll take that as a sign that you don't hate me, yet." Orden put the now four empty poke balls in overly large Backpack and headed out. Once out of the Maison Orden found himself thinking about the Master Ball in his hand.
"Incase you end up coming across a legendary." Those words echoed within his mind. There's a 90% chance that he could just be taunting you. And there's a 10% he might just be clueing you in onto something deeper that's going on. As much you may hate the guy, Orden knew better than anyone that Peter, despite being....... him is not a bad person. You've seen him take down criminal gangs and actively try to stop accidents from occurring. He's not really evil, just a huge piece of work. "Still, i can't help but feel like this is just his way of saying..." Orden sighed before putting the master ball with the others. "Hey you know what? We deserve some nice R&R." Orden pat his new shoulder pal on his head. "What do you say we find ourselves a nice place to kick our feet up, eat some good food and take a nice long bath." Espurr nuzzled against Orden cheek. "Yeah i know buddy, I'm dirty and tired too." And So Orden, together with his new friend and potential friend head into the night to search for a nice place to unwind.

The End.