Dagda found himself feeling incredibly refreshed when he woke up the next day, the sun peering over the horizon as he got out of bed. Having the Budew Drop Inn was a godsend, as he didn't think he'd wake up feeling so good if he was sleeping in a tent on the ground.

When he exited the motel, dressed and ready for the day, he was surprised to see Kenny standing outside waiting for him. He was wearing the same orange hoodie, but his pants were rather bulky, the kind of oversized things you'd see in a yakuza movie, something he found amusing.

"Mornin'!" he said, the word coming out almost like a bark, something that Dagda found endearing. "Good morning Kenny. Did… he send you?" he asked, realizing that he never learned his sponsor's name. He received a happy nod, the duo walking together, looking like a pair of good friends.

"Do you mind if I ask something?" Dadga inquired, the chubby cheeked boy turning to him, tilting his blue head with a nod. "I don't mean anything rude by this, but… why is your skin blue?" he asked, and Kenny made a face, like a pouting puppy or a confused child. "I dunno. My mom said she was blue as a kid. Maybe that's it." he mused, as if he was talking more to himself. Dagda blinked.

Everyone around him always spoke in such an odd, vague fashion. Like they were all aware of things he wasn't. He was slowly growing impatient, and he didn't want to be left in the dark. Kenny was speaking nonsense that made sense to him. How could his mother be blue as a child? And what color was she now?

Dagda thought all about it for the rest of their conversation and walk, Kenny rather interested in Dagda's Pokemon. They arrived at their destination by the time the sun was fully risen, and they saw Dagda's host standing on the stage, coaching a few people through a fight scene.

"Glad to see that Kenny didn't get you lost." he said, his garb much different, a pair of purple sweatpants and a loose gray shirt covering his body. His hair was tied back, and Dagda could tell that this was when he was at his most natural.

Dagda bowed his head. "If you're alright with it, you can let your Pokemon out. We'll study all of you, and the Pokemon here should make great sparring partners for your Pokemon. After all, I do use them in my gym." he said, and Dagda nodded, letting the three Pokemon free. He heard footsteps, turning to see a rather unusual sight.

A pair of incredibly rare Pokemon walked up. On the left was a Type: Null, a very hard to find Pokemon that was only really spoken about in old tales, and it's evolved form, Silvally. The two Pokemon were being led about by a blue Houndoom, the trio looking rather unusual.

The Houndoom spoke to the Pokemon who all began to bicker amongst each other before nodding. Dagda soon watched the trio lead his Pokemon off somewhere else. "Seems like they all get along. That's good. They don't normally get along with cats." his host said, chuckling.

He dismissed the people on the stage with a smile, Dagda approaching the stage cautiously, Kenny at his side. "If you're worried, don't. That was Warren, Nate and Snoop. They provide a lot of the effects you see during our plays, and love working with the Spring and Winter troupes." he explained, Dagda climbing onto the stage and nodding.

"Is there something you want me to call you? I feel weird just calling you Sir or 'Mr Laverre Theatre'." Dagda asked, and the man chuckled. "Just call me Felix. It reminds me of my first play." he said, musing to himself about something. Dagda nodded. "Mr. Felix, I would like to ask something of you." he said, and his host rose a brow. "I'm all ears." he said, and Dagda inhaled.

"If I get through your training, and defeat the Motostoke Gym Leader, will you tell me the truth about Kenny? He seems completely convinced that being blue is normal, and I want to know why." he said, the orange garbed boy blinking, a weird noise coming from his jowls.

Felix sighed, shaking his head. "We will train first. When the training is complete, I will tell you about Kenny. However, I will tell you nothing else. So if my one answer gives you many questions, you must remain curious." he said, and Dagda frowned. Something was odd about that statement, but he wanted to take the bait. "I accept those terms, Mr. Felix." he said, a sly grin crossing the man's face.

In Postwick, the weather was slightly different than Motostoke. While Motostoke was slightly warm and sunny, Postwick was covered in clouds, light thunder rumbling off in the distance. Dagda's mother, Kathy De Danann, sighed as she looked out the window from the kitchen. Days like this were the worst for her.

With her friend Otis and her son Dagda gone on their adventure, she felt rather lonely. She tried to find Dagda's gym battles, but she couldn't find anything, even on demand. She wasn't very internet savvy, but she could tell that his battles weren't filmed for public viewing at the least.

She heard a knock at the door, humming as she headed over. Who could that be? She hadn't invited anybody, and her and Hop's mother weren't the best of friends, only really interacting for their children. When she opened the door, she went to greet the person. However, she had to crane her neck farther and farther back to see the massive, bearded man in her doorway.

"May I come in, Ma'am?" he asked, and she nodded, taking a step to the side as he ducked down to enter. He nodded his thanks, taking a seat in the living room and exhaling. He wore a black robe over his clothing, much like a Priest or an assassin. "To what do I owe the visit?" she asked, and he looked to her. "You haven't seen Dagda's gym battles, have you?" he asked, and she blinked.

"Who the hell are you and how do you know my son?" she asked, and the man sighed, beckoning for her to take a seat. When she did, he exhaled. "I met Dagda by chance. Unfortunately, it wasn't the best circumstance. I found him bleeding out from an Obstagoon attack." he said, and she gasped in horror, something he was expecting.

"Now, I nursed him back to health to the best of my ability, but there was something odd about healing him. It was like the healing that I knew, the medicine, herbs and such that I was taught by a very good friend of my family, didn't work on him. And I think we both know why." he said, and she narrowed her eyes.

"That doesn't answer my first question." she said, and he shook his head. "Dagda calls me Pops. He's quite the kid. I even helped him get registered and sponsored. Would you like to see one of his matches?" he asked, and she blinked. How did he have the footage? "How exactly do you have the footage?" he asked, and Pops laughed.

"Dagda's sponsor purchase exclusive streaming and viewing rights on all of his battles. The Laverre Theatre Company is making a pretty penny off of Dagda's work." he said, and she seemed taken aback. "The Laverre Theatre Company? The huge, Kalosian one run by-" "Precisely." he said, cutting her off mid sentence. She narrowed her eyes. "Show me my boy." she said, and Pops complied, the TV springing to life.

Kathy watched in awe at the spectacle before her. Dagda battled like a trained warrior, and she couldn't see a single bit of rust from Otis. Danzig was like a four legged monster, able to poke massive holes in the opponent's team, if not win outright. She felt rather glad to see it, and to hear his voice giving commands and taunting his foes. However, she noticed one thing.

None of the videos showed his face. It was odd, and she could tell from the way the camera angles shifted to and fro that it was being done on purpose. Someone didn't want the world to see Dagda's face. She looked to Pops, her visitor seeming to pick up on this as well.

"Why won't they show his face?" she asked, and he sighed, the footage rewinding all the way back to the beginning. The announcer calling out, the gym leader and Dagda walking from the locker rooms. She could see his confident posture and his elaborate uniform, and his challenger number, four hundred and sixty six. She saw his hair tied back, and that's when she finally saw.

Her hand moved to cover her mouth, her body shaking and gasping at the sight of her son's face. Her beautiful baby boy's face was scarred, an odd angle that went over his left eye, which she could see was clouded and blind. "Oh my god." she gasped, her body quivering with horror.

"Relax Ma'am. Dagda himself chose to keep the eye. I told him about it, and he said that it'd help him avoid socializing." Pops said, and her fear and sadness began to grow mixed with a new emotion. Guilt. Not that she let him go out on his own despite his young age, but for something else.

"He already had a hard time making friends because of me. I can't believe this." she said, slightly hysteric. "What did you do?" Pops asked, and she looked to him. She didn't want to tell anyone, not even Dagda. However, this massive stranger that cared for her child seemed different. She could tell him. If only just him.

The day passed by very slowly for Dagda. He was drilled on everything from basic body language, to deeper things such as how his pronunciation and vocalization can completely change the way someone interprets his words. It was a lot to take in, and he was glad that he had help all day.

The Laverre Autumn Troupe, sometimes called the Willows, was a group of more mature members, older men and women that were able to guide Dagda through a lot of the material. He also met a few more of the eccentric personalities in the Theatre, like their marketing manager, Kazu Miyoshi, a rosy cheeked young man that wore a pair of Pikachu ears.

He also met their costume designer, a young woman by the name of Yukiko, and her assistant, a red haired boy named Tyke. He was glad to have all of these people to interact with and aid him, as it was as great as he thought it'd be.

Regardless of how hard it was, Dagda was glad that he got to spend time with his sponsor and the theater. They all got along rather well, and Dagda seemed to impress Mr. Felix. They covered a lot of material, and Mr. Felix stated that Dagda would be fine with what he'd learned today, should he practice it.

With the sun setting over the horizon, Dagda was glad to finally be done. He was worn, and more mentally exhausted than physically. He looked to Kenny, who was his primary training partner. He was still raring to go, and Dagda found it incredible that he had so much energy. "You did well, Kenny. Why don't you drop off the stuff you got Dagda at the Inn and go get dinner on me." Mr. Felix, said, the boy saluting him before bounding off.

"Quite the kid. I met him when he was just a runt. I was traveling Johto and looking for a kid or two to be extras in a play when he came in wearing somebody's stolen clothing, unable to speak." he said, chuckling to himself. "Kenny will keep an eye on you for me. I had him put my contact information in your phone, but do know that Kenny is a phone call away as well." he said, and Dagda nodded.

He was thankful, glad that he had people he could count on and trust. "Now, do you want to know about Kenny?" Mr. Felix asked, and Dagda nodded. "I do. I'm prepared to have more questions than answers." he said, and the man sighed.

"Are you completely sure? Once I tell you, it will change the way you think about and look at some things, possibly for the worse." he said, and Dagda narrowed his eyes. All that did was make him want to know more. He inhaled, nodding slowly as Mr. Felix sighed. He shook his head, his hair now bounding about his shoulders.

"The truth of the matter is that Kenny is very rare, and special. Normally his...'species', would be pink, and their form would be completely normally looking, but because he inherited the 'Shiny Gene', he came out blue." he said, and Dagda blinked. What was the man talking about? 'his species'? 'Normally pink'? It was all very odd. "What does that mean?" he asked, and the man sighed. "It means that at his current age and strength that he's still a child. My Stagehand Kenneth 'Kenny' Sakobull, is a Snubbull Halfling."