[shrug!] Well, mine neither. [Walter whistles sharply, and Orthrus rolls to his feet in an instant, standing up straight (tail still wagging). He backs up to put some space between himself and Hagakure for a battlefield.] You've not had matches with the natives along the way? [The trainers around Cherrygrove may have been pretty young, but they knew what they were doing and....well, they still paid prize money....]
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