>>17032117http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYP3yRghPdoYou take a brief survey around the grassy plains surrounding the Tree of Life. It's hard to believe that a haven like this would be home to a gym, it's definitely more natural than all of the other gyms you've been to. Well, maybe Viola's can hold a candle, but that's it.
As expected, there as Grass-types everywhere, but none of them seem to want anything to do with you, they're all quite skiddish or in some cases, afraid. You even attempt to approach a Budew, but it closes its bud and ignorantly pretends to be asleep and unaware of your presence.
You tug at your collar, assuming that whatever they're afraid of must be coming from you. Your clothes look natural, it's the same shit you wear everyday, maybe it's your cologne? Maybe they think it's poisonous?
Grass-types are extremely frail, so it's possible that they would be over-cautious over every little thing.
Every step you take, it seems like you're barging in on some grasshole's habitat. You take one, a Chikorita hops out of the bushes and runs off, you take another, a Turtwig retreats into its shell and pretends that it's been a rock the entire time. Take one fucking more, a risky Bulbasaur squirts tree sap in your face.
"Oh come the fuck on..."
They really, REALLY don't take kindly to you.
Sighing, you run a hand through your hair, and that's when you make eye-contact with a very familiar individual that you haven't seen in the longest time. Not since Santalune City.
"...Lemonade guy?"
