"Training matches." He gives the pokémon another appraising glance. As if it understood exactly what they were talking about, it raises both fists in what actually wasn't a half-bad attempt at a fighting stance. "So we are like sensei for them? Interesting. And what is the result of these matches? Money? Pride?"

His eyes drift back to Sasuke when his bird-thing makes a sound, and he studies the slump of his shoulders. "What is it?"