Nessa I

In the locker room of the Wyndon stadium, a woman sat on a bench, she wore a gym outfit, she had dark skin, clear blue eyes, and beautiful in her own way. She is Nessa, the water type gym leader. She was clenching an empty cup as she heard the voice that came out from the tv.

"Dodging Drednaw's Crunch! And Eldgegoss uses Max Overgrowth! Drednaw fainted! And it's over! Nessa suffers another loss! Will she recover?!"

The words of the commentator echoed through Nessa's mind as the commentator finished the battle with a cheer on Milo's name.

Nessa crushed the cup, frustrated at her lost. She was about to slam the cup to the floor, but a man and a woman suddenly entered the room calmly.

"Well, today's match was so close." said the man, whom Nessa recognised is Chairman Rose, and his assistant, Oleana.

"Chairman Rose…" Nessa greeted the chairman.

The Chairman smiled. "Oh, and I saw these…" said the Chairman, showing a magazine that has her picture on the cover. "Looks like your modelling work is going well."

"Thank you very much." said Nessa awkwardly.

Chairman Rose smiled once again. "But still, being a gym leader and a model, must keep you very busy no?" he said, twirling his hair.

Nessa narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean by that, chairman?"

"Oh, nothing really." said Chairman Rose quickly. "It's just… exactly how high you'll reach, is up to you."

Nessa was suprised by his words. She gritted her teeth and was about to refute, but she was stopped when Chairman Rose walked in front of him and placed his head near her face.

"Mmm?" The chairman smiled menacingly and it made Nessa be seated once more. "Don't you agree?" The chairman then chuckled softly, but something about his chuckle made Nessa's skin crawl.

The chairman and his assistant then left without saying a word, leaving the magazines behind. Nessa looked at the magazines, and finally, in a fit of rage, threw her cup of water that she was clenching so tightly and stomped it.

—

In a battle cafe at Wyndon, Nessa is now sitting with her friend Sonia, enjoying the desserts offered by the cafe master. The smell of tea and baked cake filled the room, and the sun was as high as it could be, Nessa however, looked a bit down, spacing out as Sonia was talking to her.

"What's going on with you?" questioned Sonia, curious about her friend's attitude.

Nessa looked at Sonia for a second, before she cut her cake in half and ate it like she hated the cake. And when she finished swallowing it, she slammed the table lightly, and said. "He's saying that I should quit modelling!"

Sonia was surprised. "Huh? Really? Aren't you overthinking it?"

"I'm not!"

Sonia then took the other half of Nessa's cake and ate it whole, making Nessa annoyed.

Sonia then said. "Well, in any event, it comes down to what you want to do."

Nessa thought about it for a second, she looked at her now empty plate solemnly, and sighed. She drank her tea slowly, and went quiet.

"Well, I don't know what I want to do really… I want to be a gym leader, but obviously I also want to model." murmured Nessa. "But… Can it be both?"

"Sure can." hummed Sonia. "Just focus on what you want to do, Nessa, and you'll do good at it. Look at Vee, people kept pressuring him to become a professional trainer, but he became a researcher instead."

As soon as Nessa heard Vee's name, she became depressed again, and Sonia was quick to notice it.

"What did he do again…" Sonia sighed as she sipped her tea.

Nessa quickly shook her head. "Nothing… it's just, he never watches my matches anymore."

Sonia clicked her tongue in annoyance. "That bastard, dense as always."

"It's fine honestly, I just wish he would watch my matches more often…" Nessa murmured.

"Don't worry Neesa, I'll tell him off when I meet him." Sonia said as she patted Nessa's shoulder.

"Please don't…"

—

It was now in the evening, Nessa was packing her bag in the locker room of the stadium. It was time for Raihan and Leon's match, so she quickly changed her clothes to a more suitable one, she put on her barret, and packed her gym clothes, and she sat down, solemnly looking at the floor.

"Just focus on what you want to do huh…" she whispered to herself. "Easier said than done."

She then grabbed her bag, and stood up to exit the locker room, but when she was about to get out of the place, a certain man was standing in her way.

It was Vincent.

She clenched her fist so hard as she saw his face. A million thoughts are running through her mind right now, she wanted to be angry at him, but couldn't because he technically didn't do anything. Instead, she calmed herself down and just said. "Hi."