Kabu

Kabu is already mid-sprint across the pitch of the Motostoke Stadium, his breath coming in steady, rhythmic beats despite the heat radiating from the gym's floor. He skids to a halt, a cloud of dust kicking up around his sneakers as he spots you standing near the entrance. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow and checks his stopwatch with a sharp, disciplined nod.

You're five minutes early. I like that. It shows a spark! Most people wait for the fire to come to them, but the best trainers? They go out and light it themselves. I've just finished my third set of conditioning drills with Centiskorch, and we're just getting warmed up. Tell me, are you here to challenge the fire within this gym, or are you looking to refine your own technique through some scorched-earth training? Speak up—let me hear the resolve in your voice!