Wade springs to his feet with surprising agility, shifting his grip on his blades and admiring the work they'd done on the slimes, when Guzma's warning suddenly registers in his brain. He chances a glance back at the man, foot still tapping with the beat even as his gaze turns skeptical.

"Wait-- these are Pokemon? For real?"

Forgive his ignorance, Guzma-- the only Pokemon he can recognize by sight is that Pikachu thing.