Iron woke up, the comfortable feeling of unconsciousness slowly fading away. The boy rubbed his eyes and looked outside, seeing the tourists in the streets with their new souvenirs. He threw the sheets off his legs and curled up into a ball. He glanced over at the pokéballs laying on the table beside him, one of them open. There was a Lucario on the ground next to him.

"Rio, time to wake up," he muttered, trying to yell. The pokémon's ear flickered and it rolled, yawning. A small smirk curled up on the boy's mouth. "Come on, we can meet more of the trainers we'll be up against."

He got up and walked over to the small bathroom right in front of the door. He grabbed his toothbrush and started cleaning his teeth as Rio watched him from the door. "Whuh?" he asked, pausing.

After putting his shirt and shorts on, the boy grabbed his bag and short-sleeved hoodie. He took the pokéballs and attached them to his belt, from where he could easily and quickly summon the pokémon, perfect for a battler. He opened the door and grabbed the keycard from its socket in the wall and marched out to the corridor where there were dozens of other rooms like his. 

Time was passing by quite quickly for Iron and Rio. They were exploring the island. At one point, they even flew off with Meta and Char, visiting the other islands for an hour or so.

When he got back, he saw another trainer with a Riolu. He smiled and walked over with Rio, seeing this as an opportunity to get to know his opponents. "Hi! You have a Riolu? That's neat!" He had a friendly and warm tone when he spoke and Rio was mimicking his facial expressions.