Clawitzer was a Pokémon Josh hadn't even considered strapping a saddle to. Like Dirk said, they could zip through even the tightest of turns. What Josh would discover is just how much speed they could put on expelling water through the backs of their claws. That the young man brought a new idea to Mauville Gym, and a feasible one at that, impressed the Leader. "Well, Dirk, that's all the questions I have today."

He slid off the giant plush Raikou, neatly hanging up its felt reins. Returning to his desk, more keyboard tapping followed, then the hum of a printer working. Walking toward the device, he retrieved the piece of paper and presented it to Dirk. Were he to examine it, he would find it to be an offer letter. The wages were competitive, and the hours would be only slightly different than what was in Dirk's request. "If you need time to think on it, take it home and bring it back to me within seven calendar days. Otherwise, sign and initial in the circled spots." Were he to accept the job offer, the Gym Leader would continue on.

"I'll get an email sent off with a training schedule for you. It'll be a mix of self-paced modules and hands-on training. Afterward, I'll get you on our roster." He would extend his right hand. "Welcome to Mauville Racing Grounds, Dirk."