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While the other two walked towards the training room, Cinder hung up his black jacket and walked into the living room, looking up at a picture over the fireplace. It was a picture of 3 people: a man, a woman, and a small, baby boy. It was an old portrait of Cinder with his parents; the only remains he had left of his parents. He slowly caressed his hand across the frame, then slowly turned and walked into the kitchen and picked up a green apple that was sitting on a basket on a nearby table, while throwing a pokeball out near the corner, releasing his familiar Spidva. It made a soft hissing noise at it curled up in the corner and slowly fell asleep. He then headed to his bedroom for a few. Minutes later, he came back out with black jeans on and a red shirt and headed into the training room. "So, are you two ready to start training?" he asked, as he walked across the arena and took a seat in the chair across the arena, where the official usually sits.