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Just then, a voice called out from down the path to Jubilife.

“Heeey! Marinaaa!”

Running down steps was a kid in a grey sweater with a big brown stain, like he’d fallen in mud once and never lived it down. He skidded to a halt and tipped gently into the taller girl. From the shape his sneakers were in, this was probably his preferred method putting on the brakes. Judging by the the belt, where a couple of Pokeballs hung at his side, and the timing, this couldn’t be a coincidence. This must be the other new trainer Professor Rowan had informed Sophie about.

“Uh, Marina? I was looking? Through the pine needles? Up off the path?” He punctuated each loud phrase with a gasp for air and a spike in pitch. It made everything sound like a question. “And I think? I found a bunch? Of mycelium? On some bark?”

Having given his report, the kid turned to the crowd of other people. As he scanned the faces, the builds, the hair, his eyes went wide.

“WHOA! YOU have GOT to be the guys on TV!” he tried to burrow his way into the group, looking up to identify each person one by one.
“YOU must be Kinnie!” he jabbed a finger up at Kinnie;

“And YOU must be Matthias!” he jabbed at Palila;

“And I bet YOU’RE Tony! And Neith!” he whipped around to point at Tony, and Neith who was near him;

“And that makes YOU,” he said, scurrying under Sophie’s arm to point, “SOPHIE! The Leader!”

Then suddenly, he jumped out of their midst and stood back in the grass.

“Yeah! Actually, the Professor told me all about everyone’s roles,” and the energetic kid took a wide stance and posed his arms like a posing Machop, “I’m the Muscle!”