When I was five my mother died of a mysterious illness. My father tried to support me and our pet Poochyena, Pooch, but he just couldn’t. So he made the decision, when I was six, of giving me to an orphanage and disappearing out of my life, forever. That was seven years ago. Now I’m 13 years old, still living in the orphanage. I had made a few friends there but most of the kids there are mean and spoiled, even though they have nothing. They make fun of me and my father leaving, saying that I must have been worthless back then for him to leave and even more so now.

      But I’ll show them all, every single last one of that snot nosed bratty kids. I’ll become the greatest pokemon master this universe has ever seen. I’ll show them. One day…