Ken had put in his resignation to Virus, rather or not Zombie made his little team was beyond his field of worry and now far behind him. Team Virus, rather it came for him or not was nothing to him now.

Sure, his life was saved and he was grateful, but there was more to life than waiting for orders and being a bad guy. It was time he lived out his life and moved on to better pastures: move on to the burned tower.

Looking up at the condemned building Ken smiled, this would be his home for the next few days. It was in a dismal state, but all the same, it was the perfect home for him as it was on its own, out of the way and there was plenty of space for him and his Pokemon to train.

With his first step up the stairs of the tower, he made his way up to the base structure. The place was pretty old, too old for his liking, but alas it would make due for his residence as he scraped up money to get his special someone their little plot of land.

Training, Money scraping and lots of work he was going to do everything in his power to make this work. He'd enter the doorway and immediately took note of everything he saw, the floor was broken and singed, his roof was blown off and there were traces of Pokemon everywhere. Perfect.

After one last glance back at the town he turned and entered the tower. What he would do was up to him, how hard he'd train was up to his Pokemon but one day he knew full well he'd have to return to Vannah and face Virus. With time, he'd be ready for them both.