[attr="class","spiral"] Turning what would otherwise be a chore into training is exactly how such a situation should be handled. Fernando is no different, finding opportunity in the chance to allow his Pokemon to roam free while testing their abilities under his supervision. That's why he takes time out of his day to visit the beach when, in any other circumstance, he'd be stuck in a League office.

"MUDDY WATER."

Seismitoad and Quagsire sit not too far from the ocean's breach and funnel out their own water against the sand. They eat up handfuls of sand at a time, purifying it within their system, before flushing it back out in a steady mix that helps loosen the dirt and prevents erosion. The Galarian Wheezing stays by his side and Fernando personally tosses any loose trash that he finds into the Pokemon's mouth. When it digests the trash it lets out a NEUTRALIZING GAS which lacks odor and recycles the material economically.

Oddly enough, his Tapu Fini remains close too him, aloof and staring out into the ocean. The tides of Alola calls out for it but the Pokemon doesn't respond. It proves mute and deaf.

Fernando approaches Cadis and scrutinizes the man. He seems familiar.

[attr="class","spiral"] "Ah. Thank you." Fernando remains polite in his greeting because he has nothing else to expand upon. Cadis' name and position elude him, forcing his response to be uncertain and awkward but he holds himself to a uniform standard. At least until he brings up Pokemon. Now that's a subject Fernando can dig his claws into, finding them fascinating despite his lack of attachment to the many that make up his roster.

"Indeed. I acquired one once the embargo from Galar was laxed. Their abilities make them quite appealing to the ecosystem unlike their Kanto counterparts."

The request for a battle is implicit and Fernando looks back to his Pokemon. His job demands that he does anything but... but that's never stopped him before. Duty comes first when the situation calls but this is just menial labor.

"So you're a coordinator. Interesting. I've never battled someone who specialized in contest." He pauses to show his hesitance; it only lasts for a moment before he fishes his Silph Scope out from his pocket. With a quick slide of his hand against the back of his ear, the non-invasive accessory sits upon the bridge of his nose.

"I don't see why not. I must warn you, I'm not much of a trainer. Don't expect anything too fancy."

[attr="class","spiral"] Fernando's attention is drawn to his opponent's Pokemon. The Frosmoth proves menacingly beautiful but also grotesque. He has a Snom of his own and that's the basis the Silph Scope recognizes it on. Unfortunately, there's little information at his disposal outside of what the Pokdex entry holds. It's not a lot but it'll suffice.

There's little ground for him to address Cadis' comment. So he laughs modestly and soaks in the man's comment, lost in his insight and making a note to inquire further later. The mention of Cait does not go unnoticed but Fernando bites his tongue. There's too much flair to his speech to even make a coherent analysis. Instead, he nods.

"Good luck, coordinator."

Fernando legs spread to a shoulder length and he digs his heel into the sand.

"Battle routine set."

The Galarian Wheezing takes its position in front of him. Its own training has been lacking but it knows just enough.

"Execute."

And without a word, it starts to spin in place, preparing to launch forward in a GYRO BALL.