To Shinsuke, the seemingly-organized chaotic nature of the city of Regala was not one he cared much for; having spent the last few years of his life cooped up in his home (with the occasional venture outdoors for chores and the like), a place like this was a far cry from what he was used to. No, rather, it was the complete opposite of the leisurely life he led back home, where the most exciting part of his day would be finding a dusty old book and cleaning it off to see its contents. Granted, it wasn't [i]much[/i] excitement (and to most, it'd probably be nothing more than a relic of a bygone past), but to him it had been his livelihood. But, of course, he tired of the constant comparisons, the pity, the disdain... And thus, he made his decision to follow along the beaten path, hoping it would lead to a route different from what he had seen time and time again.

Yes, he hoped for change, but he didn't wish for the same cookie-cutter journey that everyone else had been through. Journeying through a region, be it alone or with others, always seemed to play out the same; his conversations with his former peers told him as much. No, he wanted something different, and though he knew that most journeys were unique in their own strange way, he wanted something a bit more than the standard romp around Hoenn, which he knew far too well from his parents' infrequent visits to other cities within the region. Of course, the arrival of Hanzo- the Froakie currently sitting on top of his head- and the suggestion to compete in the Sengun region instead had been a blessing of sorts. Of course, most people preferred not to change from what was known (he was, of course, no exception to this rule), so it was only after a bit of steady deliberation with his parents that he decided to push through with it. They were ecstatic, so Shinsuke thought he should be as well- or, at the very least, somewhat happy. After all, their only son was finally going off to see the world with his own eyes.

The boat ride over to the Sengun region was fairly uneventful; his father's friend, who had accompanied him there, had encouraged him to spend the trip worrying less about the journey to come and more taking joy in the here-and-now. So he did. With all of his goods fully packed away in his bag and all of his other belonging safely tucked away within his pockets, Shinsuke had spent the trip trying to communicate with Hanzo. The endeavor was met with varying degrees of success, and seeing as how Pokemon didn't exactly speak the human language at all (those rare few exceptions he had heard of aside), Shinsuke had to rely on a long series of trial-and-error tests in order to see what the Froakie did and did not understand. The trip had ended uneventfully, for the most part; the best thing that the relationship between the two could be described as afterwards was 'acquainted with one another.' The day they had spent in Mystriver, too, was spent in much of the same way. On the upside, the town felt familiar to Shinsuke, who, having grown up in Sootopolis City, was used to the excess of water surrounding him. The next day, he had taken the Airship over to Regala, which had led him to where he was now.

The atmosphere was suffocating at worst and overly cramped at best to him, but since he was here now there was no turning back. Left with a map of the city and an encouraging message from his father's acquaintance (along with all of his other packed goods), Shinsuke looked around the streets where he was now and tried to put his map into perspective. His choice of attire- his usual getup combined with his lab coat- probably made him stand out among the crowd, and probably even moreso as he continued trying to interpret the map.

"Hm... If this is as I believe it to be..." he muttered under his breath as Hanzo, sitting casually on his shoulder, yawned as it waited for Shinsuke to make his move.

"Oh, alright. That doesn't seem to be too far from here. Convenient."

With that, Shinsuke rapidly folded up the map and placed it in one his his labcoat's pockets before heading off towards the laboratory. The walk was short, luckily enough, and the view of the kingdom's castle was pleasantly surprising. He marveled at the grandeur of the complex for moment, but no more; he could take it in more after he had registered for the region's League. Acting as if he was on a time limit, Shinsuke quickly walked up to the lab's doors. Now THIS... THIS was a place he could get behind. Though the giant tree was a bit strange, it remained a laboratory. A place of intellectual pursuit was one that suited him best, it seemed.

Taking a deep breath, Shinsuke walked forward, the doors parting in front of him, almost as if beckoning him to enter. He obliged, and was met with a well-lit, clean, and calm reception room. Taking a look around him, Shinsuke noticed a few people sitting around... And the receptionist at the desk. Right. He should get on that.

"Erm... Excuse me, sir." he said, bowing slightly to the man. "The Trainer registrations are here today, correct?"
"Yes, you'd be right about that." the man responded in turned, tapping away at his computer. "May I have a name so we can prepare everything for you after everything's been said and done?"
"Oh, right. Sorry for my rudeness. My name's Shinsuke Yamada; I came here from Sootopolis City in the Hoenn region." Shinsuke said, bowing again towards the man.
"No need to be so formal. Sootopolis, huh? Hear it's a pretty nice place. Anyhow, just sit down over there and relax; we'll call you up when everything's ready."

Thanking the man, Shinsuke walked over to a nearby seat and promptly sat down. Well, this was to be expected, after all...