It's a beautiful sunny day in Rustoboro. Their newly built track is finally done being rigged with water guns. You could still smell the pavement and the steel walls around the track still had no debts. Jon Leibowitz surveils it with a satisfied smile.
His Flopunny tugged on his pantleg and he turned to see eight racers approaching. The sixty-two year old waved at the drivers eagerly. He couldn't wait for another race season to begin. "Howdy y'all!" called Jon cheerfully.
His Flopunny tugged on his pantleg and he turned to see eight racers approaching. The sixty-two year old waved at the drivers eagerly. He couldn't wait for another race season to begin. "Howdy y'all!" called Jon cheerfully.