Am I worthy to be a hero?

When the green-haired man stopped near her, he just stood there, what was he doin— her thoughts were cut off by the pokeballs in her bag shaking. Whats gotten into them..? Everything about this situation was strange. 

She released her Starmie and Corsola into the water and both of her Pokemon looked happy to be outside the indoor swimming pool of the gym. She smiled at them gestured them to loosen up and have fun. She reluctantly kept her shake down hoping that it won’t get stolen by either people or wild Pokemon. She then went on to join her Pokemon underwater.

Misty didn’t remember for how long she was in the lake. Time didn’t matter as long as she was in water and with her Pokemon. She dived in again and watched her Corsola jump in and out of the water. It was cute, how genuinely happy Corsola looked after coming out to the lake.

It happened fast. Corsola jumped again but didn’t enter the water. Misty heard a big splash and she and Starmie resurfaced to find that Corsola had landed on a person accidentally. Misty got out of the lake and looked at the green haired person lying on the ground. Probably in pain.

I don't mean to be rude Corsola, but could you please get off me?

When Corsola had moved N sat up slowly, catching his head in his hands to ease off the pain. When it was a little better he got up, dusted himself off and finally met the eyes of the red head who had been sipping her milkshake all along. Beside her there was a Starmie who was looking at him as intently as the Corsola was.

"I er..." should he apologize? Apologize for being knocked over? But then he remembered why he was here in the first place and decided to use this opportunity to get the answer he wanted.

"H-hello. I am N. Nice to meet you..." he said, then realizing he was not able to place this man's face anywhere in his memory he added in a lower tone, "Who... Who are you?"

Red couldn’t explain it, but it seemed that the wild Pokemon were… happy and at ease being around the green-haired trainer. Most wild Pokemon tended to stray away from trainers, and here he was, watching as they played without a care of anything at all, at total ease even if the trainer was just standing smack middle of them. It was like… they didn’t mark him as a danger. Somehow or another, they weren’t scared of him, and Red was curious to know the reason of it. Like they said, curiosity killed the Meowth.

He blinks slightly and purses his lips, wondering whether watching like this was rude or not. Although he could hardly see any wrong to doing so, …unless the other minded. Which it seemed not to be the case, since they didn’t even notice him watching them in perfect silence yet. That was the thing with Red; if he found something that interests him, he would just watch at the sidelines, not making a single sound. It was peculiar how he could just stand there and watch, without ever feeling the need to join in or-

They stopped.

His eyes flit towards them again and he blinks as he realized… that he had been noticed. Not by the man, but by the group of Pokemon that had been playing there a moment ago. Nevertheless, that made him a lot more noticeable than he was before, since he now had a group of Pokemon staring holes through him. Red isn’t surprised when the green man turns around to look at him, finally acknowledging his presence. Stopping in his tracks, his Pikachu lays in a comfortable position in his arms and Red smiles a little at the other man.

“…Hi.”

But that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to close in the distance himself, and besides he wanted to know who this man was. Even from that distance, N had noticed the amount of trust that existed between the man and his pikachu, and the fact that he had not kept him inside a pokeball. Yes, N wanted to know who this man was.

And so, even though his mind protested with excuses like how he didn't know how to interact with humans, N walked on until he was at a comfortable distance from the man, his pokemon following him. Zekrom took it upon himself to intimidate the poor guy by looming over them, his tail flashing but N simply waved a hand signalling there was no need to.

"Hello. I am N."

Don't... don't break it please.

A few minutes later, with a triumphant cry the Ludicolo stepped back watching their handiwork with proud expressions. N's hair had changed.

His hair, felt straight and oddly, as he brushed a hand through it experimentally, it felt a lot more like hair than the bush he had had previously. He looked at the Ludicolo in awe, how they had managed to tame his wild hair, he didn't understand. Though he had no idea how he looked without the usual mess his hair was in, the feeling of untangled and brushed and cared-for hair felt really good. Maybe he would consider doing it every now and then.

And then he remembered what Miror had asked. Thecube.