[ so furuya's filled out that too-big frame with a little resolve, huh? the part of masamune that misses sitting elbow-to-elbow inside the gym with cubchoo and teddiursa sharing their laps is a little proud.

the part of masamune that judges trainers (and finds them wanting, nine times of ten) is also a little proud - of finally standing face-to-face with a challenger who doesn't cower.

if traveling helped him grow, then maybe it wasn't all bad. if he thinks of satoru as no one important, just another challenger, then - it'd be nice, if he could. but professionalism, when satoru furuya is across from him, has never quite been in his grasp. ]

Well, you won't stop by, so I thought I'd do it for you. And the town's got nothing to do with - this. [ he's avoiding saying it, isn't he? ] With you and me.

[ 'us' isn't the word he wants to use. there is no 'us', not any more. ] You want to use the Ice Rock. [ it's not a question. ]