"Again!" a white haired boy insisted, taking a thick stick and throwing it into the air. A large creature that was his height, its neck blazing with a sharp fire, let out a small flame, using Ember on the piece of wood and incinerating it. "That's a good boy," Iceland said, smiling slightly looking at the pile of newly burned ashes. It was accompanied by several other piles of its kind, some smaller and some larger. It was a show that implied the two had been training for a while, which they had been indeed. Rubbing Typhlosion's head affectionately with his both of his whitly clad hands, the boy avoided the blazing neck fur and gave the beast a final chin rub before looking out into the surrounding forest. The two were in a clearing somewhere in the woods, somewhere that they could practice in peace. Letting his eyes close, Emil adjusting his gloves before opening them. "We'll show them, won't we? We're going to become the ultimate team!" he said determinedly. He got a loud roar from Typhlosion in response, and smirked. No way were they going to lose, and when they won, maybe he would finally become recognized as a mature person and the other countrys' equal..




