Forge on to Mt. Moon.

Deciding you're strong enough for now, you do your best to avoid unneccesary battles.

There are a couple of Youngsters along the way who can't take a hint, but you're pretty sure they just want to ogle your legs and bare midriff as much as they want a battle, so the kids go down easy.

Before too long, you're recuperating in the Mt. Moon Pokécenter. It seem the perfect spot to get some rest before continuing your journey.

As you're heading for your sleeping quarters, a middle-aged man approaches you. He could stand to lose a few pounds, and the wide-brimmed hat slung back on his head isn't enough to mask his balding hair.

"Hey there, sweetie-pie! You a Trainer?" He asks.

You nod with a smile.

"I just knew you had the look. Fierce, determined and brave!" He says. The way he's buttering you up makes you feel like he has something to sell.

"You also seem like a very astute young girl, which is good, because do I have one hell of a deal for you!"

Okay, here comes the sales pitch, you think.

"I managed to get my hands on a rare, secret Pokémon. I swear, this little slugger's like nothing you've ever seen before! Normally, I'd charge... oh, about ¥1,000. But for a cutie like you, I'd be happy to slash that price in half." The salesman concludes.

You're a little shocked by the guy's brazen proposition.

"¥500 for the best Pokémon you'll ever have. Whaddaya say, sweetcheeks?" He smiles.