Watching over his sea pokemon, he was about to call them back when his eyes reached a noticeable figure. Even from afar, she couldn't be mistaken with anyone else due to her very peculiar manners. After all, who else would prepare a picnick whit nothin else but a strange red-looking fish ? Lansfeld held a hussle before advancing towards her, since she was already by the sea it would have been impolite to wait for her to move.
He snapped his fingers to signal Staryu and Horsea to draw back and stay close. Altough he remained quite cold in his act, their expression looked quite lively and greeted the friend of their master as they would have been taught. Horsea knew that he had encountered her many times and asumed she was of some importance, though he knew not the details. Actually, Jung wasn't all that special. Well, she was... but not to him.

As a result of this unplanned sea-side beach walk, he took out a blancket that had many uses. It prevented freezing death's upon the tip top's of everlasting snow moutains, plus it's thermo-isolation served well under heavy rain and finally could make a decent nap... Why ask for more ?

Sitting on his side, he invited her to sit as well. Since when did they grew accustom to each other ? He did know and didn't really pay attention. Today was more a break over the couple of trainings he submitted to his compagnions. And so, he had no real motivation to drive her away. Though he didn't have so much more to answer her akward questions either...

- Bathing in the sea during winter doesn't look like a pleasant experience. Why do so ?

Conversation wasn't really his domain, but as far as Lansfeld is concerned communication never was a problem. Uselessness must be banned, reaching the essential of one's point is revelant.
Maybe lied in that factan explanation to his liking in Jung.
All strange as she could be, her words were as straight as an arrow, and her deceiptive looks only made that sharp talk even more speechless. Strange girl, but not an inch boring. That was her.

Gently dozing under the cloudless sky, he ought to take a rest of his hardship. Lansfeld hadn't been so relaxed in the past months he was back in that school.
His eyes closed by half before suddenly Jung went wild. It actually took him a few seconds to understand what was going on and by the time he realized that Ducklett was missing she was already a dozen steps away.
Regardless of that matter, he lookep upon Staryu who was silentely observing the scene.

- Make use of a surf wave to cath her up, minimal magnitude.

Rogering his order, the sea star rose above an impressive wave that would overhelm the poor girl mercilessly.
The water fell splashing on the dry sand, rendering it soddy and mold. Due to its little pressure, only a small amount spread up to her, soaking the ground and making her progress uneasy.
Staryu went up front to finally block her way, sparckles of electricity threatening any attitude towards its master.

Calmly catching up, Lansfeld finally reached her hight before slowly asking his Ducklett back.

- You have five secondes before Staryu uses Thunderbolt.

Lansfeld couldn't help but hold an eyebrow as he heard such coldheart words flowing from her mouth. Was that really Jung, facing him with such a challenging glare ?...
Amazed by her will, he remained silent for that purpose, wondering if it didn't go a little far. Jung was but a child after all, nothing like a thief or any criminal or so. Should it have been a middle-aged man with dubious intentions he would have gladdly expressed the power of his pokemon.
But now, the tongue of that child left a question in the air, making his lungs painful of shame. Why did he keep loosing ? He had no idea...
For so much as he new, he was one of the best strategist in Sinnoh that they claimed to be second only to Cardus. But now that he had become a regular trainer, that glory and fame seemed to have faden away.
In order to progress, maybe would have he been better off to train with Gabriel. But with a second though that didn't make real sense...

Lurking her over with fearful eyes, he was in no mood to discuss of his flaws, especially to her.

- You think ? Each time we engage conflict, their skills always fall under my expectations. Then again, i am not used to battling with under-developped pokemon so it can explain most of the deception.

To those words, Horsea gave a long but silent hush far away from his master. His sad eyes were drifting away along the waves, dreaming of unknown places far beyond this fearful cage he was locked inside. By hearing his master's words, he could help but lower his head as he always did when Lansfeld was angry at him. Urging to cry, he was even afraid to show a tear, regarding his master's reaction to utter weakness. So then, he just stood still, waiting to be called back. In the mean time, he felt replentish just by following the traits of the sea...

Lansfeld finally step towards Jun, still firmly holding on the Ducklett. Her determination surprised him, and felt quite wrong about taking it back...

- You want that Ducklett that badly ?

Gazing upon her fearsome eyes, he gave a swift smile by the present thought.

-I guess there's a way to get along. You too have a pokemon in wich i have an interest. So here's the deal, if you hand over the Magikarp, Ducklett is yours. I believe it's a fair trade.