“Kinda. I came out here because it was…well, generally open, where I could train Agility some. Though when I came out here last, at first I didn’t really know what I was doing still. I was trying to still go on a little with what you were trying to do when you first showed me how you did yours.” Tristen said. “I didn’t really want all that kind of electricity go everywhere at the academy or something like that. Though at the time, at first all I did was wear myself out. After some thinking about it over lunch, and seeing a wild Buizel do something, I ended up trying something a little different that I didn’t have all that much time to work out like I wanted to.” Tristen thought back for the moment. Though it was funny to Tristen, having to hold back a slight chuckle, about Matteo saying about putting strain on Tristen about being in an environment like this. Matteo had no idea what Tristen was wearing right now…

As soon as Matteo suggested a race to a nearby river, Tristen didn’t seem to mind the idea at all. “Yea, sure. I could try figuring out my Agility along the way with that. Though hang on a second…” Tristen said. He would first recall Rookidee back to his Pokeball for the time being since Tristen was shifting gears, then he would pull out an empty Pokeball. Tristen had to think back, hoping that he could get it on the fly now. Though given that he only practiced it for all of four hours nearly a month ago, it was going to be a bit difficult. Once again, the idea was to be efficient with the electricity as opposed to just having a deluge of sparks go everywhere. He had to focus a little, trying to find that feeling again. It took perhaps longer than Tristen intended, but at least after a minute or so, just merely having the ball in Tristen’s hand, without moving or clutching on to it, the ball floated off on its own, off of Tristen’s palm, and as soon as it got about a half-inch off his hand, it fell to the ground, almost as if Tristen tried telekinesis when instead it was actually minor magnetism manipulation. “I think that’s maybe about it.” Tristen said, reaching down to pick up the empty ball and stash it again. “Sorry…kinda was trying to see if I could remember what progress I did…it’s nowhere close to being mastered, and won’t be for a while. Alright, so, the river, right? Ready when you are.” He said.