Even growing up in the forest of Hoenn, only a fool would be blind to the damages that had happened to the land over the years; especially the poisoning of the water. Hit believed that Pokemon should be free to live in their lands, people were just borrowing for the most part and ineffectively using it to better their own selfish goals. Of course, when the chance to protect and escort a group of Pokemon through dangerous waters had arisen; Hit didn't even waste a single second before he was signing up for the mission to help out. For the most part, the mission had gear that was provided but also required that the man had a Water-Type Pokemon... He didn't. But he took the mission, anyway. He was just as good as any Pokemon in the water, or as good as he could be. Again, only a fool would think they were better than a Pokemon in the forest. But, that was what the tools of man were for.

As Hit approached the water-side where hundreds of Corsola were, he had seen a male within a skin-tight suit that must have been his partner. Hit approached the end of the dock, only wearing a speedo that covered himself and left little to the imagination. Hit stood at six feet and seven inches tall, towering over most people with his large and burly mass. There were countless scars and wounds on the man's body, one could only guess it was from a tough upbringing, but it was clear that he wore his wounds proudly. In his right hand was a harpoon gun, goggles over his eyes and a snorkel that rested on the side of his face. As he came to the edge of the water he would look at Haru, "My name is Hit. These Pokemon are counting on us. Can I count on you?" He asked the question bluntly, glancing over at the man while waiting for a reply.