It's a wonderful day in Kanto where Flint of the Sinnoh Elite Four was there on vacation for some reason. He hadn't thought about why he was in Kanto, only that he was.
He was walking along somewhere, holding a map upside down, and realized with great horror that he was lost. He knocked on the door of a house that just happened to be there. A man answered. He had an orange toque pulled over his spiky hair
"Who are you," He looked at Flint suspiciously.
"I'm Flint of the Sinnoh Elite F-" he paused when he noticed the man's expression had changed from curious to hostile.
"Flint, eh?"
"Yeah, what's the big deal?"
"That's my name."
"I don't care if that's your name. What's your problem? Can't a man live?"
"No, Kanto is too small with too Flints. We will duel. The winner can keep the name."
"We'll what now?"
The older man took out a pistol and aimed it at Flint (sinnoh)'s hair that resembled a copyrighted clown mascot.
"No, please man, not the hair." He was shocked it had come to violence so suddenly. He sighed. He had no other choice…
He pulled out a flamethrower and aiming at the ground, shot himself into the air.
"I'm going back to Sinnoh," Flint called as he rode the flamethrower like a broomstick.
"What a weird fellow," the older man sighed and closed the door, "Kids these days."
