"I still don't understand what you're talking about...!" Knite groaned in a puzzled manner, whilst Zeni simply pointed at him from the other end of the makeshift stadium, the gentle breeze of the valley ruffling his bandana as he spoke.

"Don't play dumb with me, Knite!" the boy exclaimed, his glare filled with hatred. "You don't come this close to killing my best friend and then forget about it! No human can do that!"

Knite gritted his teeth in silence, lowering his hand down toward his belt, where six Pokéballs awaited his command.

"Then again..." Zeni continued slyly, smiling somewhat as he did so. "It's not as if you're human anymore, is it?"

An uncomfortable silence filled the air, Knite's eyes gazing down to the floor and a feeling of immense sadness and confusion welling up inside of him once again. He stared at his open palm for a moment, unable to ignore the inhuman red tint of his skin and the way his fingers seemed to shift into miniature claws instead of the more usual nails. He wasn't a human and he wasn't a Pokémon, so what was he?

"I..." he muttered, though Zeni soon cut him off once again.

"The truth hurts, doesn't it, Knite!?" the boy yelled before throwing down his first choice of Pokéball.

The sphere split in two as it collided with the ground, spewing forth a flood of white light and revealing the shape of a small blue Pokémon with a brightly coloured red shell. The Pokémon, which Knite recognised as a Squirtle, seemed to share the same contempt for Knite as its trainer did, and Knite couldn't help but wonder what he had done to make them hate him so.

'That Pokémon...' Knite's thoughts echoed as he examined the Squirtle from afar. 'Why is that Pokémon so familiar to me?'

'Zak...' Zeni thought to himself from the other side of the field, a serious look of determination spreading across his face. 'I'll win this battle for you.'