“That’s my line,” Gorman said quietly.
“I saw him at the top of Mt. Pyre,” the kid whispered. “He doesn’t use legendaries. No Salamence. No Metagross. He had a Muk. A Muk , man. And a Weezing. And a Garbodor I didn’t even know lived in this region.” pokemon emerald u trashman
The rain in the Hoenn region never fell straight. It always seemed to sheet sideways over the Battle Frontier, driven by a wind that carried the salt of the open sea. But inside the modest, neon-lit kitchen of a late-night diner on the outskirts of Slateport City, the only storm was the sizzle of a griddle and the sharp clatter of a spatula. “That’s my line,” Gorman said quietly
“You look like you just lost to a Magikarp,” Gorman grunted, sliding a cup of hot Leppa tea across the counter. “He doesn’t use legendaries
He pushed the plate of food toward the kid. A simple burger, shaped vaguely like a Koffing. On the side, a cluster of fries arranged to look like Sludge Wave.
Gorman cracked his knuckles. The other late-night patrons—a grizzled fisherman, a couple of Team Aqua deserters—slowly set down their forks. They knew the ritual.
The kid’s jaw dropped. “You? But—the Trashman is a myth. He once beat a Frontier Brain using only a Trubbish and a Koffing. He cleared the Victory Road with a team of ‘untrainable’ poison types. They say he threw his champion title into the rusted gears of the Abandoned Ship because the ceremony was ‘too clean.’”