Holy hell that voice! Even if it was laced with contempt, he could recognize it a mile away.

Skidding around the corner, Ash exclaimed, "Brock! Oh... you're not Brock. Sorry sir, I thought you were someone else!"

He definitely didn't carry himself like Brock, but there was something similar about the man, like he was seeing something about the rock-trainer in him. Was his eyes playing tricks on him?