Brock was sitting alone in his room, playing the Pokéflute for his siblings. He found a few days ago on the side of the road. While he didn't understand how ot got there, he became rather thankful as his brothers and sisters seemed to enjoy listening to him play. While they were still somewhat of a handful, they actually became more tolerable after he found it.
He was interrupted by his Geodude coming in through the window. Brock always had his rocky friend keep an eye out for Trainers headed towards his Gym so he could prepare.
Apologising for cutting it short, he returned Geodude to his Poké Ball and headed towards the Gym's entrance.
There, he sat, wondering who his next challenger would be. Having been defeated by a few beginners from Pallet Town, he wouldn't be surprised if they were from there as well.
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