Walking down the dirt path on his way to the first city he had ever been to outside of his home town, Jack held a small white doll like object with a pink helmet. The doll like object looked to be soft, fragile, and very cute wearing his golden silk scarf, somewhat matching what it's owner was wearing to a "t." In fact, it wasn't a doll at all, it was a Ralts, a rare enough pokemon to be well known for it's mysteriousness. With each step Jack took, his smile became warmer with every moment that passed, making the Ralts feel more comfortable in his arms.
But, as they both pass the location of the battle unfolding to the side of the road, the Ralts could sense the intense emotions that gave off from both pokemon in the battle and began to grow upset. Looking down at the slowly awakening Ralts, Jack ask's him, "What's wrong, Hermes?" looking concerned. The Ralts continued to grow stressed out, wiggling in his arm. Looking around, he wanted to know what was causing his Ralts he named Hermes to be in such turmoil. And that's when he saw his very first poke-battle. Smiling wide and how the battle unfold, he slowly dashed towards the crowd that surrounded the two battling pokemon, joining them as they watched the fight. With his excitement feeding Ralts back to comfort, Hermes slowly fell back to sleep in his arms as Jack stood in the background of the group of other trainers, remaining silent. He observed what was happening, even though he did not know what types of pokemon they were using nor their names, it was a serious battle and they seemed to be very skilled trainers.