Shizuo was exploring Striaton City and had headed off to its large garden for some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, he hadn't been enjoying the scenery with his Pokemon for long before the peace was shattered by a child's cry for help. What was going on? He sighed as the flood of pink Pokemon chasing after the kid from earlier became visible. It figured. I guess I should give him a hand...

Shizuo grabbed Takashi by the hood of his hoodie when he ran past and casually tossed the child into some nearby bushes. Hopefully the wave of pink Pokemon wouldn't notice that their target had suddenly moved. Mob mentality could really be something.