Trak opened her bag, showing a full team of Balls, and then nodded to Runaway beside her. "We're ready to go. Runaway's got his spoons polished, and he's itching to get to Rustboro." She started off into the woods, thinking back to the lower-level trainers she's encountered after earning her Champion title. Such victories always felt so hollow, and even wrong, particularly when a preschooler would challenge her with their Scatterbug, and be full of so many hopes and dreams of becoming the next champion... only to be soundly defeated in one round by whoever was on hand at the time.
Trak looked to Runaway as she walked. "If we come across any preschoolers... be mercifully quick about it, okay?"
"Oui," Runaway nodded.