Zeke sighed, as he sat on the ground. It had been half a day since he had been forced to become a Pokemon Trainer, and he still had no clue what to do.
He put on hand on his forehead, while he raised his sight, to observe what the sugar-high turtle and the violent panda were doing, now.
The moment they reached Route 1, the Pancham suddenly decided to prove himself the king of the grassy ledge-y road or something, so he started to unleash his rage on every poor Pidgey, Rattata and even a completely random Pikachu he saw.
After a while he stopped having good moves to use, though, so he took the Squirtle and started to throw his shell like a bowling ball towards every target in movement. Including the ones he just knocked out just to make sure they were actually out of energy.
Checking on his Pokedex, it turned out the Pancham was now around level 11, while the Squirtle somehow regressed to level 3. He chalked it up to brain damage, or something.

'Maybe if I just leave him to drive all the Pokemon of Route 1 to extinction, that panda will end up reaching level 100... that'd be a goal, at least.' he thought, as the violent mammal kept slaughtering the experience fodder around him.

Zeke shrugged and sighed, adding 'Yeah. Because owning the world's strongest delinquent panda is the best goal I can think of. Just shows how hopeless I am, I guess.', trying to think about what else might be worth pursuing.

He never liked how forceful his mother could be, but between staying a lazy bum and getting Hyper Beamed daily and throwing himself into the world with no clue of what to do and live, the right choice was rather obvious.

Then again, this still left open a great wholly different series of questions in his mind. What to do? He honestly had no idea what he would be suited at. The closest he ever got to be strategic in videogames was to stop mashing a button when it didn't work, so being a trainer didn't sounded like a rather bright future... then again, he had absolutely no idea how to charm the crowd as a coordinator (nor he had any clue how do you consider yourself a top coordinator to begin with. And either way, he would've likely got no privacy if he ever reached stardom...), and as he told his mother, he didn't recall any male that ever took part to Pokemon Showcases...

He sighed again. Looks like he would have to travel blindly for quite a while still, if he had no clear idea where to go yet...

At that point, though, he heard someone tapping at his shoulder, asking him "Hey, is that genociding panda yours?"

"Hm?" rising his head, he could see a rather dark-skinned girl around his age with poofy red hair looking at him, with what looked like a living trash bag hanging on her shoulder.

"... Did you just come out of a dumpster?" Zeke carelessly asked, earning an annoyed glare from the girl in question.

"Very funny. This is a Trubbish, she comes from Unova. And if you insult her again, I can't guarantee your face will remain whole." she told him, while said living trash bag crossed its arms, glaring at the boy.

'Jeez, are all the women of the world this violent?' the guy thought, before to sigh once again, replying "I apologize, I never saw one before... I'm still new to this Pokemon trainer thing. If I'm even staying a trainer, that is.

"Well, it definitely shows. No knowledgable trainer would ever let their Pokemon run wild and do whatever they want... or leave their own Pokemon out when they are clearly knocked out." she said, pointing to Zeke's two Pokemon, with the Kalosian panda still using Squirtle as his own weapon of mass grinding.

"I've just become a trainer since four hours ago! I'm still trying to learn the ropes!" he responded. The girl smiled slyly in response.

"It definitely shows... I can help you though, if you'd like, since I've been a trainer for quite some time. My name is Kendra, by the way. She's Venom." the girl introduced herself, while the Trubbish nodded, rising an hand in salute.

"I see, I'm Zeke and, well, I definitely need help... the turtle here and the panda are mine. No idea what to call them yet." Zeke explained. Kendra glanced at the carnage left by the turtle-armed mammal, at which point she gave a disapproving look.

"This will take quite a while, I think... but, for starters, let's go to the Pokemon Center of Viridian City, alright?" the redhead suggested. The newcomer trainer shrugged.

"Whatever, I guess... though, thanks." he then said in response. Kendra simply nodded, before she and the boy walked through the remainder of Route 1, with the Pokeslaughtering critter and the weaponized turtle following them in tow.