ã€ŠPokemon: Animusã€‹


 Chapter 1 - Prologue: I took a wrong turn somewhere!

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    Taking in a sharp breath causes me to gag. Water surges down my throat! My eyes snap open with the realization that I''m slowly sinking in murky, darkness.

    I''m drowning!

    Thrusting one arm above the other and kicking my legs with all my might seems to do little against the current, but without giving up I slowly ascend. I sense the corners of my vision darkening even as my hand breaks the surface.

    Floating onto my back I cough up what seems an absurd amount of salty water. The way my body lifts with the waves means I must be in the sea.

    Simple white clouds drift above me in a pretty evening sky. The sound of waves breaking, I must be close to a shore.

    After catching my breath I turn towards the sound and begin swimming to land. The beach looks narrow, I can see a rocky hillside close to the water with a forest going beyond that.

    I take it easy, the swim gives me a little time to think.

    Where am I? How did I get here? Nothing comes to mind past a moment ago. At Least the water is warm...

    Looking ahead I''m nearly to the shore, luckily the tide is coming in so this isn''t too difficult.

    My clothes are going to be drenched for the rest of the night, the sun is already close to the horizon over the water. The sound of the wind blowing through the woods makes me look towards the forest.

    Pinetrees? That doesn''t make any sense with how warm the water was. I must not be anywhere in America, I don''t know anywhere like this. Maybe Japan, or the mediterranean? It''s not chilly or overly hot either, does this place have seasons?

    "Heeeeeey!" I hear the voice of a woman.

    A brunette gal in a denim outfit is hopping down the rocky hillside.

    I stand up, stretching my sore muscles. As she gets closer I notice she''s pretty cute maybe in her late 20s.

    She runs over to me, "Are you alright? I saw you swimming in and then you just collapsed here. This isn''t exactly safe water for swimming either."

    Don''t tell me I could have been eaten by sharks, "Oh you know such a beautiful day, how could you not go for a dangerous swim. I feel fine enough, a bit water logged but otherwise okay. I don''t suppose you can tell me where I am?"

    Her face tilts to the side, "You look a bit too old to be getting lost so close to town? Not that I''m saying you look old, I''m sure you look quite the handsome guy when you don''t look like you''ve been lost at sea for years."

    Do I? I scratch my chin feeling the bit of unshaven scruff that itches from the salt water.

    She embarrassedly gets back on track, "uh, anyway what''s your name?"

    Feeling confident from who knows where, "Ah I''m¡­.uh...huh."

    Nothing.

    Why the fu?k don''t I know my name!?

    She laughs, "What don''t know your own name?"

    I can only nod in a slight panic.

    Worry creeps back into her expression, "I''m sorry, um, my name is Janice. I''ll get you to the center in Rustboro. It''s just a bit past this tree line. Maybe they can look up your information and get you set with some dry clothes."

    Looking at myself I can see what she means. My grey t-shirt is shredded and my jeans are torn down the sides, I don''t have any shoes. I check my pockets in search of ID but find nothing.

    The pretty Janice leads me up the rocks and we head into the woods. I can hear the chirping of insects similar to cicadas. She speaks english and the town''s name certainly didn''t sound asian.

    The walking isn''t too bad, not worse than anything you''d find elsewhere at the edge of a town near mountains¡­ except this is the coast?

    She turns around, her face serious, we wait in the following silence for another moment before she stands back up. I never heard anything over the noisy pests.

    I whisper, "So uh, what was that about?"

    "The bug types around here can have a nasty temper. It''s best we avoid them if possible."

    Types? Before I can question What that even means I hear the sound of a car.

    Just a minute further of walking and we exit the trees on the edge of a small yet busy town, the buildings all seem built in the same style of older brick masonry.

    Janice breathes a sigh of relief, "Welcome to Rustboro City. You''re lucky I passed by, wouldn''t want you wandering around lost and finding yourself in a Nincada nest. Anyway, the Pokemon Center is just down this road."

    "Did you just say¡­" No she couldn''t have.

    "Nincada? Oh yes, these woods may be narrow but they''re definitely not the place for a picnic. The Mightyena pack is extremely protective of their new pups this time of year as well."

    She starts off down the road. I follow in disbelieving silence.

    The thought no sooner crossed my mind before we pass an open air caf¨¦. At one of the front tables, an elderly lady is sipping coffee with her little red fox creature. It looks exactly like that thing that evolved to Ninetails...ah Vulpix!

    Shit that had to be a doll. A little boy runs past with his pink, pet cat chasing him, a Skitty I think.

    Maybe this is a movie set? Why can I remember a childhood game but not my own damn name?!

    The nail in the coffin presents itself as we round a corner.

    Before me stands what would normally be just a large clinic if not for the giant, red and white pokeball sign on the front. The level of detail in the building is clearly beyond a movie set.

    You know, I bet the younger me, whoever I am, would be thrilled right now.

    "Hey Janice, would you slap me please? This must be a dream."

    She looks at me with a bit of confusion, "Um, I don''t think that''s really necessary¡­"

    "Shut up and give me what ya got!"

    Alright, maybe I''m freaking out a little, and apparently, Janice knows how to box, because my face takes a perfect right hook.

    Once more in a daze, "Ya know, the sidewalk also feels extra sturdy this time of year. Pretty sure I said slap, but the last couple seconds seem blurry. I mean if I didn''t have amnesia before..."

    As I get back up Janice huffs, "Well you asked for it... this is too weird, did Jose put you up to this?"

    "No clue who that is."

    She rolls her eyes and starts to walk away, "Just head in weirdo, if you''re story is bullshit then they can still check out the lump I just gave you."

    I look over at the giant pokeball sign over this alternate world''s animal hospital, "Alright, this shit is real enough to punch me in the face. If I''m here, I need a pokemon, no question. Which means, I need a ball. Which means I need cash. They battle for cash, which means I need a pokemon..."

    A guy with shaggy hair runs out the door, "Oh man! Bro, I saw everything! Ya got dropped like a sack."

    Who expects a random girl off the street to be a hidden fighting champ, "You must be Jose, right?"

    "Ya dude, how ya know, we met before?"

    He really seems to be trying to think hard. With his shredded overalls and dusty boots he looks like he b?r?ly holds some kind of labor job. I''ve seen brighter stoners¡­ this could work.

    Putting on an angry act, "I was trying to ask around for you when that lady hit me! Listen up, I beat a guy in a battle on my way in town and he said he didn''t have any way to pay up. He said you shorted him last time and that I should just collect from you! Now you better show me something worth all this or you bet your ?ss I''m telling that Janice girl everything!"

    Jose''s eyebrows raise in panic, "Chill bro, the Winston fool always pulls that shit. Look I don''t want any trouble. Here, have a net ball and call it good, what ya say?"

    As soon as he finishes fishing out the small, dark blue ball out of his pocket I snatch it up.

    Examining the black netting pattern as if to check it for any damage, "This''ll have to do I guess, I''m tired of running all over town. Anyway bug off brat, I''ve had enough of you already."

    He shrinks back and starts walking away, "Shit dude, I get it, later."

    Once he rounds the corner I can''t help let out a breath I was holding , "Seems every world has it''s idiots. Also, I''ll have to buy that gal lunch or something later."

    Looking at the Real PokeBall, its heavier than I expected. Also, it''s made of aluminum? Not sure why I thought it''d be plastic.

    Facing the actual damn Pok¨¦mon Center again, "Right.... I got this."

 Chapter 2 - A Red Hot Start

    Walking into the Pokemon Center I find several young teenagers scattered about the white tiled lobby. Some are watching what looks like a news program on tv, others are minding their various pokemon.

    The variety is stunning, there are pink Wurmples, the blue water rat thing, Marill, even that ridiculous pineapple, Ludicolo.

    I probably shouldn''t stand around staring!

    Walking over to the counter I spot a rather cute, blond receptionist. No nurse Joy I guess.

    As soon she sees me approach, "Hi there! My name is Cindy, how can I...What happened to you are you alright?!"

    Hmm, well I could put on an act again but I don''t think that really solves anything, I''ll just get to the point.

    "Well you see miss, I just woke up like this! I can''t seem to remember what happened for the life of me and even worse I can''t even remember my name!"

    She gasps, "Oh you poor dear! Follow me upstairs, you can shower up in one of the empty rooms and I''ll have the manager comp you a night. We can grab you some clothes from the lost and found. Once you''ve cleaned up, come down and I''ll have the Doc look at you."

    I pick out a rather nice red jacket, grey shirt and jeans. Another bin actually has a pair of grey hiking shoes that fit me, Cindy ?ssures me it''s all been washed.

    The room upstairs feels like a standard, budget hotel. King size bed, small desk with a lamp, closet and bathroom. While in the shower I run over everything I know about the pokemon games in my head. I need some kind of basic plan to start, I highly doubt there is some convenient method of returning home...wherever that was.

    Sighing, "We''ll at least it wasn''t some crazy fantasy world where my life is on the line or a freaky sci-fi monster world...well it is but...whatever this is all gonna be kid stuff right? These people kick their kids out to roam the nation when they''re ten!"

    Maybe I should be freaking out more, but no, this is figure shit out time. Solve one problem, then the next.

    This isn''t a video game either. That means I need a place to stay, food, and income. I don''t have time to worry over the what ifs right now.

    "Suck it up eh?" A small laugh escapes me as I turn off the shower.

    Once back down in the lobby I see that most of the trainers have gone to their rooms for the night.

    Cindy walks over, "Come on back Doctor Lacy will give ya a look over."

    As we head down a hallway you''d find in any hospital I see open doors to rooms containing all sorts of space age looking equipment.

    "How is all this stuff paid for?!"

    Cindy gives a single laugh, "You must have really hurt your head to forget how painful taxes are! Well, there''s also the percentage of league profits."

    We enter a room that actually looks normal, outfitted with the standard stuff humans would need in a clinic.

    Her golden eyes look me up and down, "Since when do drowning victims look like magazine models?"

    Struggling to keep my poker face, "Good evening Doc, sorry if I pulled you away from home."

    She waves her hand "Nonsense, I live next door. Most folks know where to find my family, the Cutters¡­ sit down and let me check your noggin."

    I plop down on a stool and watch as she walks over and takes my pulse, and looks in my eyes.

    She must know that from this angle, the neck of her dress is hanging quite dangerously.

    The young doctor grabs my chin, "I say, at least your spirit isn''t injured."

    Time for the old ''hide the embarrassing moment with a cheesy one liner'' tactic, "Anyone would start feeling better in front of you...Miss? Lacy."

    Her laugh sounds like she could be a professional singer, "Yes Miss¡­ You can think about that later Handsome, tilt your head down."

    I follow instructions as she combs through my hair looking for any bruises or bumps.

    She sighs, "Hmm, well there doesn''t seem to be anything up here, even the blood has gone south¡­ You really don''t remember anything or ya just using a new idea to pick up single ladies?"

    My turn to chuckle, "Tempting for sure, but no. I really don''t remember anything past an hour or so ago. I didn''t even remember about pokemon till I was startled when I walked into the center."

    The doctor frowns, "That sounds pretty serious¡­ I can run a scan on your noggin but that isn''t free. Otherwise I don''t see anything to be concerned about other than your wandering eyes and that tent you''ve got pitched. You can check around town tomorrow and see if anyone recognizes you."

    With a shake of my head, "I''ll keep it in mind but I figure the locals downstairs would have recognized me if I was from around here. You sure ya don''t wanna keep me overnight at your place for... observation?"

    Seeing her raised eyebrow I cut her off before she can flat reject me, "I''m kidding, sorta. Anyway, say I come up empty on finding any clue who I am, what should I do?"

    She smiles, "Charm a nice unmarried gal into adopting you, get a job and start over. Or, you can just wing it until you find someone who recognizes you. Play at being a late blooming trainer, who knows maybe you''re a natural and make it into the league. Being on tv across the nation would surely be the best way to get found by someone who lost you."

    I can''t help glance at her milky legs, crossed from under her dress, "Well I like the sound of that first part of option one. Being completely broke makes the trainer route seem rather rough starting out."

    Lacy nods, "For sure, there''s no way you can pass off as young enough to use the government program like the kids to get a starter pokemon. How bout this, tomorrow morning I''ll take you out and help you catch something to get ya started."

    "Thanks doc, if you like I''ll be sure to work for it tonight."

    She laughs once more, "Ya know, you should be careful, most gals will get offended if you think they''ll sleep with any guy who happens to wash up on the beach. Get some sleep, I''ll see ya in the morning¡­ you don''t have a name I suppose¡­ you feel like a Burt, or a James. How bout Brad, no, Kurt!"

    Now that''s fitting, I just need an eye patch and leather jacket, "Kurt sounds great, good night Doc."

    A red faced Cindy leads me out and back to my room with only a quick, "Good Night!"

    Morning, I''m woken up fairly early with a knock on my door.

    Doc Lacy has on a slim hiking jacket and shorts that happens to make her curves even more eye catching.

    I can''t help but say, "Morning Doc, I thought we were gonna catch me a pokemon, you look set to find a young guy instead."

    Her red hair catches the morning sunlight through a hallway window, "No need for that, I''m bringing you with me after all. Now I''m ?ssuming you''ll need to owe me for the cost of a ball at least?"

    Holding up the net ball I conned from Jose, "Nah, some kid dropped this on my way here yesterday, let''s get to it!"

    We head east out of town, the sign reads Route 116. The only other person we see is a fellow on his way to work. He poorly hides his eyes checking out Lacy''s outfit.

    She grins, "Morning Jerry!"

    The guy actually trips and eats dirt, he quickly gets up and nervously waves before briskly walking off towards one of the larger buildings in town.

    Lacy points at it, "That''s one of the town''s fossil labs. Once you''ve earned a bit and found a fossil, come back here and they can clone the DNA into an egg to hatch a pokemon!"

    I shrug, "And here I thought you''d want me to come back purely to visit you."

    Our chatting wanders pointlessly as she fills in the blanks of my memory of the pokemon world. A good half hour later and we''re square in the midst of a lightly wooded area near a mountain side. Tall trees line the trail as she signals to me that it''s time to quiet down.

    A light breeze passes us by, a few Taillow fly over us, playfully performing acrobatics in the morning sky.

    Moments later a Zigzagoon waddles onto the trail.

    Lacy chants, "Go, Archy"

    With a flash, the sound of a bird caw is followed by the appearance of a bird like, small dinosaur, an Archen.

    Small yellow feathers fall behind him as he dives through the air to cut off the raccoon pokemon''s escape with a vicious stare.

    She shouts, "Nice Leer, give it a quick attack, we''ll try for a one shot!"

    I take out my net ball to be ready, it''s not the matching type of pokemon but I don''t have room to be picky.

    As I''m caught up in the action I feel something fuzzy land on my neck sending a shiver up my spine.

    Glancing over my shoulder I spot something small, red and hairy, "Holy Shit! What the Fuck!"

    I swat at it and jerk my body around trying to get the bug off of me.

    In my flailing I suddenly smash my forehead into a tree branch. As I fall to the ground a quick flash of light blinds me.

    Lacy runs over as I get my bearings and rub my head, "Are you alright?! The Zigzagoon passed out but when I turned around you smashed into this tree!"

    Slowly I sit up, the raccoon thing is also getting up and about to get away.

    I quickly grab the net ball off the ground and throw it. It opens with a flash of light and reveals a spider the size of my head with only four legs and shiny red hair. It simply lays on its back, clearly just as dizzy as I am.

    The doc yelps, "Wait! When did you catch a shiny Joltik, just now?"

    My head throbs with pain as I shrug, "I guess, I just felt it land on my back and I looked back to see a creepy hairball."

    She plops onto her bu?? and knees, "No way! Do you know how many researchers would kill for luck like that."

    Once more I rub my head, "Tell them I recommend smashing their head against a pine tree."

    Lacy laughs as she looks at the cut on my brow, "let''s take it back and patch both of you up. Oh, you need to give it a name!"

    I pick up the little thing, it seems fairly docile. Sitting in my palms, it looks at me with watery eyes, clearly blaming me for the pain of running us both into a tree.

    "Is it male or female," I ask.

    Once I bring it over to her, Lacy gives it a quick check between the legs, "It, is a She, and a gorgeous one at that."

    Well I agree the hairs have a very clean, metallic red sheen, "It''s an electric type right? I''m gonna call her Tesla."

    Lacy nods, "I like it. Well, looks like you''ve got your starter Kurt!"

    The little Joltik seems to nestle into my hands, I guess she likes the name.

    I hold up the net ball and press the bu??on and return Tesla to the inside.

    Now then time to celebrate, I squat back onto the ground, "Hey doc, do I have anything in this cut, it stings like hell!"

    She unhesitantly leans down on her knees in front of me and brings my head closer to check.

    Not wasting a perfect moment I pull her into a kiss. The good doctor is surprised at first and pulls back, giving me a quick slap.

    She frowns, "Ask first! Now," she grins, "do better this time."

    I b?r?ly mutter, "Yes Maim!" As she pulls me into another kiss and takes the initiative to push me down into the grass.

    This must be what it''s like to be one of those rich guys with bad ?ss cars!

    Unfortunately, movement from a nearby bush catches my eye. The Zigzagoon is back, glaring, and it brought a few snarling friends.

    Quickly tapping Lacy''s hip, "I think we''re gonna need to make this a house call instead Doc."

    "What?!" She looks back where I''m pointing, "Ah, Skitty Shit."

    Excuse me?

 Chapter 3 - Like no one ever was!

    Back in the pokemon center, I''m lazily eating a sandwich while watching a machine. The cut on my head was cleaned and some paste was lightly spread over it to protect from infection.

    The machine has my net ball containing my joltik, Tesla, "honestly this looks like a microwave, how do pokeballs work anyway?"

    Lacy wipes her mouth and puts down her own lunch, "It''s not quite my expertise, they said in school that pokemons'' cells can be broken down into data like computer information or being scanned into a fax machine, and stored in the balls. This machine scans and repairs damaged cell information."

    That feels more like an explanation I''d hear for digimon but alright. I won''t ignorantly nitpick the science of alternative worlds.

    Scratching my chin, "I doubt this is a free service?"

    She smiles, "it''s on me this time. Actually it isn''t that bad, just a bit to help the utilities bill cost of the center. The service is actually included when you rent a room for the night."

    Good to know, "So how do trainers make income anyway, oh, and what is the currency?"

    Her left brow raises, "your memory sure is selective. Nothing too fancy, poke dollars, most just say poke. The entire economy is based on the pokemon league after all."

    She starts cleaning up from lunch, "since training starts pretty young there are plenty of simple ways to earn poke. The Pokemarts will pay for herb and berry collection, the research facilities will reward any interesting finds, fossils for example here in Rustboro. You can also catch specific pokemon for breeders."

    I toss my napkin into the waste basket, "after that is battling I ?ssume?"

    The doc nods, "yup, except official league matches, you need put down poke to battle anyone."

    "Then who pays to keep the gym lights on?"

    She explains while diligently checking out the machine monitor report, "Taxes and league income again, gyms are responsible for monitoring the pokemon in the local area after all. This includes cracking down on mischievous trainers as well."

    Got it, it''s like Canada and hockey.

    "Hey, how do I get one of those Pokedex things?"

    This time she gives me a strange look, "those were outdated ten years ago once most the general information was compiled, now we have a phone app. Just go make some money near here and buy one at the mart. You better give me a phone number before you run out of town."

    I give a mock salute, "yes ma''am! So, I suppose I should try to make a few poke before today ends?"

    The doc nods, "just clean rooms here in the morning and collect herbs from the pamphlet on the front counter to sell. After a week you should have enough for a basic phone."

    She winks, "and swing by my place if you get hungry."

    If she can cook too then it''s even more a miracle she''s still single, "well I''ll hop to it then, oh, I don''t suppose I can look up some stuff on Joltik first?"

    "Go ahead and use one of the terminals in the lobby, they have the dex program. Be prepared to get a lot of attention if folks see little Tesla. By the way, I caught you fair and square so I don''t want to walk out there and see you flirting with every girl in town, ya hear?"

    The lobby isn''t too crowded, most trainers would be out and about. A few are gathered at a simple cafeteria set up across the lobby. It''s more of the same pokemon from yesterday, one young girl has a Whimsur that I could easily mistake for a purple plush toy.

    Sitting down at the public terminal, I take out the net ball and open it at the desk. My Tesla appears, she lazily stretches her legs, b?r?ly larger than my open palm. Her metallic red hair shining under the fluorescent lights. I scratch her head, she chitters happily and hops into my ??p, nestling into my clothes.

    The station seems to auto detect the Joltik with it''s camera and brings up the global dex information for her. The page is actually quite extensive but the first paragraph is headlined as "Local Info."

    Joltik can be found on rare occasion in the forests of the western coast in the Hoenn region. They can''t generate their own electricity so they lazily ride larger pokemon, charging a pouch on their underbelly with static.

    Move sets when young consist of typical spider variants, String shot, Spider Web, Leech Life, and with sufficient charge, Joltik are capable of using Thunder Wave. Their claws can inflict decent damage once they grow in size. With a short time of training they can quickly learn to charge their webs with static, combining the effects for the ability Electroweb.

    As I absently pet Tesla, I spot her create a small static spark with her front legs and then rub them against her belly, I probably shouldn''t pet there.

    "Well little miss, let''s go earn some money for food tonight."

    The red bug gives another happy chirp, then crawls up my arm and onto my head, nestling into my black hair like a fuzzy red hat. This feeling is going to take some getting use to, I don''t feel the need to keep her stashed in the pokeball. On that note, it seems the majority of trainers also keep their starters out.

    I grab the herb pamphlet and head towards the south end of town...at some point I start to hum.

    "I wanna be, the very best. Hmm just kidding haha."

    It''s been a damn good day so far. Now, according to this map if I head South towards the cove and cut inland, I should find a marshy area where plenty of berries and such grow that can be used to make products at the mart.

    As I approach the cove I hear a man shout from the shore line, "Hey you there, care for a quick match while the line ain''t getting a bite?"

    He''s in quite the cheerful mood as well. A few Magikarp are flopping around in the shallows next to him. I feel like I should of seen this coming.

    I shout back, "Sorry just running a quick errand, my girl will hang me if I take too long."

    A bit of bullshit, I''m not gonna admit to every passer by that I''m flat broke and can''t put up battle money. He just laughs and gives me a wave.

    Following a small trail inland I do indeed come to a marshy spot, not far away I can see a pond. Just looking around I spot a small berry bush, they look exactly like cherries, the pamphlet calls them cheri berries¡­ someone got real imaginative with names didn''t they? I toss a few in a plastic bag and move on.

    After about twenty odd minutes I come across a Wurmple munching on an apple looking berry. A leppa bush, they''re worth more than the cheri this time of year.

    "Alright Tesla, hop over there and chase Wurmple away!"

    She seems excited for the fight and hops from my head wasting no time in shooting a thread at the bug twice her size.

    The Wurmple ain''t no one''s bitch however. With angry, narrowed eyes it rolls to the side before shooting it''s own string shot.

    Having little experience I can''t give too much input as what unfolds before me can only be considered the most epic of silly string fights, some even landing on me.

    Tesla looks at me concerned, the Wurmple takes the opening and launches forward in a tackle!

    "Spider web Tesla!"

    She reacts in time and snares the charging, pink ?sshole!

    "All right, thunder wave that jerk!"

    Small red sparks discharge as Tesla shoves out her front legs. The Wurmple clenches up like it''s having a seizure. I glance around to make sure no one''s watching and I run up and punt him away into the woods.

    "Alright! Great job Tess!"

    She triumphantly chirps and with a hop, nestles back onto my head. Do I feel bad? Nope. Not a single bit of guilt annoys my conscience as I look where my perfect kick sent the pink bug sailing.

    I do however, quickly gather the berries and leave. He might have friends, and if I remember correctly they have poison in those stingers.

    Another couple hours pass with only a few more Wurmples and a Zigzagoon. I didn''t punt him, it ran off as soon as sparks started flying from Tesla. Once the sun seems like evening is coming I decide to call it a day.

    On the way back, just at the entrance of the marsh I find a fuming, teen girl. Her hair is an utter mess and bits of twigs are all over her clothes.

    She snaps at me, "Hey! Do you know why the Wurmple are being so aggressive today? Five of them just chased me like crazy! Whatever, if I don''t blow off some steam with a battle I won''t get any sleep tonight!"

    This is probably my fault.

    I shrug, "Sorry, I need to be getting back to my girlfriend."

    She laughs, "Bragging now are we!? Lota come on out!"

    A blue frog thing with a lilypad for a hat appears, a Lombre I think.

    "Really miss I was just grabbing some berries, I don''t have any poke on me."

    The teen looks at me and huffs, "Put them up then, I don''t care! Here I''ll even wager a Luxury ball that creep Winston tried to bu??er me up with!"

    Say no more, "You''re up Tesla!"

    My Joltik hops down, the girl gapes, "No way a shiny! Oh, I''m Gina by the way! Lota use bubble!"

    The kappa looking pokemon leans back and then lets loose a massive stream of bubbles.

    The arachnid nimbly hops between each one but they pop with a noticeable force!

    "Tesla, start laying out some webs and string, tie him up!"

    She weaves into an angle with a clean shot and starts letting loose.

    Gina doesn''t slack off, "Fury swipes Lota!"

    The Lombre accurately cuts away all the incoming thread before advancing, claws ready to slash down on Tesla!

    Doing my best not to panic, "Fall back, web the ground!"

    She smartly gets my plan and leaves patches of webs along the ground as she retreats, still dodging the remaining bubbles floating about the forest path.

    The Lombre gets caught up with it''s feet, Gina yells, "Lota ya clutz! Cut free quick!"

    "Tesla Thunder wave, and follow up with Leech Life!"

    The red Joltik pounces onto the lilypad hat and shocks it into paralyzation, finally she chomps down with her spider like fangs!

    The Lombre slumps forward clearly drained and exhausted, he must have been weak to that move.

    Gina curses, "Lota return...here!"

    She tosses me a shiny black and red ball with gold trimmed lines, then turns and starts walking off, "At least I''m rid of that eye sore."

    I pick up Tesla and pet her adorable, red head, "Nice! Great win Tess! Now let''s head back before it gets dark."

    While walking, I play with the ball, I don''t think I want to do the whole "catch ''em all" thing. I already have a shiny, I''ll make a badass team and wholly focus on training them!

    In town I get a nice price for my large haul, the clerk does give me that "aren''t you a bit old for this?" look.

    Whatever dude, I feel like a kid again! As I head towards the pokemon center I once more start humming that old theme song while giving it a grunge rock kinda tone. Maybe Lacy is up for another round of "Celebration!"

 Chapter 4 - Catching Creeps

    As I''m walking along the town avenue towards the pokemon center I happen to pass a fellow in an expensive blue suit and blonde hair.

    Just as he passes me I hear, "Wait...you, where did you get that ball?"

    Looking back the guy is pointing at the luxury ball I was tossing up and down in my hand as I walked.

    Could this be Winston?

    "A nice girl gave it to me earlier today, what''s it to you?"

    His face turns red with rage, "That Slut!"

    Damn dude, she can''t be more than seventeen!

    He looks back at me, then runs around to block my way, "I demand you hand that ball over! I bought it, it''s far more expensive than someone like you deserves to own. In fact, I bet you slept with that little s?ut and took it from her!"

    Is this guy alright upstairs? "No, it''s mine now. More importantly, despite what your delusions are telling you, that girl Gina is definitely too young for either of us."

    The light of a pokeball flashes revealing a large, dark furred lion with a flaming red mane, a Pyroar!

    The fancy pants man smirks, "This Winston gets whatever he wants, and whoever he wants!"

    Creepy!! I''m just walk past this ?sshole and pretend my faith in humanity didn''t just lower.

    Pyroar seems a bit at a loss, likely never experiencing being completely ignored before.

    Winston starts following me, "Hey! I demand that you battle me and hand over that ball!"

    I silently just keep walking, mindful of the growling lion beast that should only be a few steps behind his owner.

    Rounding the corner of the pokemon center I quickly stop and wait.

    Winston''s voice calls out as he quickens his step, "You bastard I told you to Umf!"

    The moment his face rounded the corner I sent a solid right fist straight into his eye!

    He collapses to the ground holding his head, "You...you!"

    "I what? Piss off rich boy, and take your overgrown house cat with you before I report you to the police and the gym for attempted robbery. I should also mention your harassment of young girls."

    He screams as a bit of nervousness passes in his eyes, "Do you know who I am?!"

    I start walking towards the center doors, "trash on the street side."

    ¡ª¡ª

    It''s an hour or so later, I''m eating dinner with Doctor Lacy just behind the center counter. Cindy is also chatting with us while seated in a position to still help any trainers should they need it.

    A female police officer with blue hair walks up to the counter, behind I hear the familiar voice of Winston, "That''s him Chief Devon, the man who ?ssaulted me!"

    She seems to hesitate at the sight of me having dinner with the local doctor.

    I speak up first, "Good evening officer, I see you''ve apprehended the local pedophile and street mugger."

    Her eyebrows raise as she looks back to the man, "What''s this about Winston? You told me you got attacked by some hooligan, instead you bring me to the pokemon center and Lacy''s dinner date. And now he''s accusing you. I''ll tell you that Gina girl has already talked to me about your behavior, you''re facing some serious charges if you don''t stop. Do you know how awkward it is for the Chief of Rustboro Police to have a cousin like you?"

    We''ll that was easy¡­

    Winston sputters, "Haley?! Look here!" He points to his black eye, "I was clearly ?ssaulted!"

    Haley looks back at me for explanation.

    I look offended, "This ?sshole chased me down the street with his Pyroar! Am I not permitted to defend myself?"

    She calmly asks, "You have a pokemon right?"

    Lacy helps out, "I told you b?r?ly a few hours ago Haley, I only just helped him catch his starter this morning. The little thing was wore out from him herb gathering this afternoon."

    The doctor points to my net ball resting in the pokemon recovery machine, the lone ball in a machine designed to treat six at a time.

    Officer Devon sighs, "Sorry cousin, I''m gonna have to tell uncle that this is your final warning. One more person complains about you and being the Mayor''s son won''t save you from some time behind bars."

    His eyes glare sharply at me before he turns on his heels and stomps out of the center.

    The cop exhales a breath and looks at the ceiling. I try not to laugh at her ''Why me'' moment.

    She looks back at us, "As for you, I''ll have someone take your picture to post in the office in case anyone comes looking for a missing person."

    I nod, "I appreciate it Officer."

    Haley smiles, "No problem, actually trying to help someone is much better than chasing ?ssholes. Anyway, have a good night Lacy, cute boyfriend. Ah, lil cousin Cindy, keep up the hard work!"

    As the Doc seems embarrassed, Cindy looks over shyly, "Sorry about my older brother Kurt. Winston has always been like a bully fish in this small pond. I was surprised when I got back from nursing school, it was like he hasn''t grown up at all."

    Waving my hand, "It''s not really a problem, reality doesn''t let jerks like him get away with being a piece of shit forever. I want to ask though, that Pyroar is huge, can he ride it?"

    The young nurse nods hesitantly before hiding a chuckle, "His Pyroar is actually very sweet, it''s the mate to mine. I ride mine on the weekends, Winston has always been too afraid to ride his."

    I must look like an excited little kid as I turn to Lacy, "I want a pokemon to ride, oh, make it a flying one!"

    Thinking back to the games, that was the best way to get around the map.

    However the Doc frowns, "Really there are few pokemon in this region that can do that. I''ve heard that the best Pidgey in the Kanto region evolve large enough to ride. Here in Hoenn you''re a bit limited to dragon types or if you can manage to get an Aerodactyl¡­"

    She thinks it over some more, "Ah! It will take a while to train one up, but Zubat can eventually evolve to a Crobat. It''s very rare to see but you should be able to ride a large one of those no problem. It''s even the same size as an Aerodactyl. You can find caves to the north and east of town, go in the evening and you won''t even have to go inside the cave."

    Cindy walks over and puts a black and green pokeball on the table, "Here use this dusk ball, just think of is as me saying sorry for my rude brother. Oh, don''t worry, if you haven''t guessed my family is loaded. Daddy hands out stuff like this as if it was candy."

    "Well then I won''t decline, Thanks Cindy! I''ll train up Tesla a few more days then head east in the evening."

    Lacy smiles and laughs, "Take care of yourself Master Trainer."

    -----------------------

    The next week simply goes by without any incident. I don''t run into Winston again, Cindy said that their father has put the hammer down on keeping him too busy to cause another incident.

    Finally one afternoon I return from my herb hunting and battling ten year olds to purchase my new phone. The mart clerk seemed surprised that I was doing all that work just to buy something someone my age should long already have. Seriously, dude needs to mind his own business.

    It''s decided that tomorrow I''ll head east out of town towards the mountains. Instead of passing through the caves I''ll cut South to Petalburg City. Once there I''ll have my First gym battle!

    I wanted to try out the Rustboro gym but Lacy said that was a silly idea considering my sole pokemon was a bug type. Roxanne, the local gym leader, would make Tesla a stain on the ground with her massive rock type pokemon.

    Spending the last night with Lacy, we have a late breakfast and at noon I leave town.

    Her parting gift for me was a Friend Ball, apparently the Zubat family are notoriously fickle. She explained that their trainability and evolution is closely tied to their relationship with the trainer.

    I did get a laugh when I asked if this was her way of telling me I''m in the friendzone. A lengthy kiss goodbye was a decent ?ssurance otherwise.

    The only stop I make is at the police station to leave my phone number with Haley¡­ Not that it really matters, how could I forget that I''m not even from this world.

    The woods are pleasant and peaceful as always, it only takes a couple hours to reach the mountain base. As the sun slowly moves towards the horizon I have Tesla set up a series of webs along the tree tops. A few treats keeps her happy and motivated.

    All the webs have threads leading back to a nice hiding spot within some large tree roots above ground. As the light fades from the sky, odd sounds from various nocturnal pokemon break the silence. Before too long I start to spot silhouettes flitting through the air over us. A moment longer and a harsh screeching noise can be heard nearby and the threads being watched by Tesla start to shake violently.

    "Tesla, wrap the biggest one up and thunder wave!"

    She easily picks out a Zubat nearly twice the size of most the others and quickly wraps it up. Once she has it fully covered a bright flash lights up the area from her Thunder Wave. She bites down with a Leech Life just to make sure it won''t be fighting back.

    I toss my Friend ball, the Zubat is pulled in and caught without a single sign of resistance. Just like that I have my second pokemon!

    With a slight fist pump, "Fan''fukintastic! Now give those other suckers a quick zap to stun them. After that we''ll cut ''em loose and get out of here before they come to their senses."

    Nothing can be done about the rather sharp screech the Zubat let loose when Tesla uses Thunder Wave on the entire web, I''m sure she''s out of juice now too.

    Nearly at the same moment I cut the final bit of web free, another bone chilling screech comes from the black night. Peeking over my shoulder I spot a massive Golbat zeroing in on me.

    "Time to go Tesla!"

    I scoop her up and start running into the night with my lantern b?r?ly leading the way. Shrieks echo in the darkness as the occasional tree root nearby bursts into splinters. In what laws of physics can soundwaves actually be fired off like this? I remember a movie...Shazzam? No, Steel!

    Another tree trunk has a section blasted away, the bits of bark hitting my side, "Ah fu?k what am I even thinking about, Tesla fire some webs at that thing! Darling if you could pick a time to pull off that Electroweb we''ve been working on, it''s now!"

    Tesla begins to shoot lines of string from the top of my head, each shot gets closer to the target. After a minute of getting her aim locked in she actually lands a pair of webs directly at it''s wings.

    Beyond belief the Golbat does a barrel roll, his wings seeming to reflect light from my lantern as he slices right through the webs.

    I hear the Joltik on my head chitter angrily as another larger web flys out directly for the Golbat''s face. Small sparks can be seen arcing off of it as it actually glows slightly in the darkness.

    The giant winged fiend with its gaping maw fails to dodge this faster web as it hits him square in the face and sparks. I b?r?ly avoid tripping as I watch it give a final screech and fly off into the sky.

    I bend over to catch my breath and pet my tired pokemon, "Nice shot! We''ll find a nice spot to hide for the rest of the night and rest up."

    What sane person sends out their ten year old for this shit?!

 Chapter 5 - Stump in the Night

    After finding a nice large tree to rest for the night. Tesla nestles into my hair, she''ll be far more s?ns?t?v? to any mishaps. Hugging my jacket shut and thankful the season is warm I fall asleep.

    Warm sunlight wakes me up, seems I picked the east side of the tree. A cold morning breeze sends a shiver through my bones. Particularly my feet...my shoeless feet. I''m sure I had them last night.

    I poke the fuzzy creature on my head, "Tesla, where are my shoes?"

    She hops down onto a tree root and stretches her legs like a small dog would. With a chirp the Joltik skitters around my feet and then glances about before shaking its head and chirping more. Her head hangs low and she dejectedly lays down.

    Great, "It''s alright girl, I doubt they just up and walked away. We''ll put the Zubat to work finding them."

    Pulling out the green friend ball, I first place it in front of my phone to let the data sync up.

    A robotic male voice calls out as a picture of a zubat comes up, "Zubat, navigates using ultrasonic sound waves via echolocation, sleeps upside down, only active at night as sunlight has shown to be harmful to their skin."

    A small bu??on on the screen asks if I''d like data for my specific zubat located in linked pokeball.

    "Right before that, does this thing have voice options?"

    Ten odd minutes later after browsing sound samples from countless regions I''ve never heard of I find a female voice from the Galar region. It has a sort of British or Australian vibe to it.

    Returning to the Zubat screen I press the bu??on, first a 3d model of my Zubat appears followed by the new s?xy voice.

    "Scan indicates this specimen to be male, would you like to register a name?"

    "Shak."

    "Your Zubat will be registered to the league with the nickname Shak, please confirm."

    I press the lighted bu??on and the voice continues, "Name has been registered, moving on to specimen details."

    "Shak ranks third in global records for largest Zubat caught, first in Hoenn records. Congratulations, a reward has been sent to your trainer account storage from the Hoenn League! You may collect it from any official pokemon center."

    Awesome!

    She goes on, "This specimen appears to be near evolution range based on local averages. Current condition includes mild bruises and disorientation, recommending rest for the day and use of a Mart brand Potion once sunset begins."

    So much for letting him out now. I start to put the phone away but pause and pull up the local map.

    We''re currently a few miles north of the Petalburg Woods still, "Well let''s look around a bit and then if we don''t find them then screw it. I don''t want to hang around out here in the woods with five foot psycho bats."

    A solid hour of searching turns up nothing but bushes, shrubs, ferns, trees, stumps and more of the same. The map makes it look like I probably won''t reach Petalburg until late tonight.

    "Whelp, b?r? foot it is then. Maybe I''ll find a trainer and get him to bet his shoes...assuming they''re not ten years old."

    I grab my bag and start walking south.

    Along the way I make sure to let Tesla get plenty of practice fighting any Taillow in the trees, the occasional zigzagoon, and even a couple Shroomish. Once my bag is noticeably lighter from burning through half the dozen potions I brought and I step on a sharp stick for the who knows how manyth time, I decide to stop looking for trouble and head directly south.

    As the sun starts to set I finally let out a dazed Zubat and spray it''s injuries. He seems genuinely appreciative, as if he completely forgot I''m the one who did this to him.

    "The science behind this stuff really feels like magic, whatever, cause video games, that''s why. Anyway, Zubat, your name is now Shak, you''ve been especially chosen for this ?ssignment. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to be the best Zubat, like no Zubat ever was. To defeat all other pokemon is your test, to bite them is your cause."

    The rather large bat with dark blue fur seems to tilt it''s head in confusion before nodding its head and happily flapping up onto my shoulder. Seems he doesn''t think of it as an impossible mission.

    "Alright, your first ?ssignment is to use practice wing attack on any bugs we pass."

    It gives a gentle screech and takes off, circles a tree once and dives towards a nearby bush. An average Wurmple gets battered by the Zubat''s glowing wings right into the tree trunk.

    Shak swoops round again, this time using its claws to slam the bug against the tree, holding it there while he chomps down on the defenceless critter. Once finished he drops the motionless Wurmple and begins sending out small chirps, searching for new prey.

    Looking at the bug pokemon, "Um, pretty sure it is dead, Tesla...stay close okay."

    As she chitters in agreement I hear a faint laughter like that of a small boy, the sound came from the trees behind me.

    Whipping around, "Alright, kid with the super creepy chuckles, come on out before I sick my Zubat on you!"

    No response...All I see is more forest undergrowth and trees, "Maybe I''m just hearing things."

    "Shak investigate that noise!"

    My Zubat whips about through the trees while the last bit of sunlight fades with the creeping evening. What feels like an hour crammed into a second passes before he returns shaking his head to say he couldn''t find anything.

    "Yup, definitely had enough woods, let''s not stay here a minute longer."

    I turn towards the south and start walking quickly, my cheap flashlight lighting the way while Shak circles above. Hopefully he''ll discourage any other Zubat from nearing with his size.

    Fifteen minutes of walking pass by with the only sound coming from chirping bugs and the occasional bat screech. Then, once more from somewhere behind me, I hear the sound of someone walking along the path.

    A quick glance over the shoulder doesn''t let me see any light, nothing except dark woods. I quicken my pace and keep walking, ignoring the pain of small branches and twigs poking my feet.

    The sound of steps keep up and once more I hear the eerie laughter.

    Stopping and shining the light back still reveals nothing but a typical woodland path. Shak flaps past my shoulder and checks the area again but he too finds nothing. The sounds of bugs and other Zubats have become muted in the darkness.

    As soon as I turn around and take a step southward the laughter echos and I take off at a run.

    Tesla hops in front of me and takes a defensive stance, ready to fend off any attacker.

    I fumble for my phone and turn on the camera light, shining it into the woods.

    A quick sweep around still reveals nothing, I repeat the motion but slower, looking for anything peaking out from behind a tree.

    The laughter echoes closer than ever and the phone suddenly beeps loudly, I nearly drop it in surprise as the s?xy voice calls out.

    "Phantump, the stump pokemon, Phantump come from old tree trunks which are possessed by spirits. They like to trick travelers by imitating the voices of children."

    With the sudden reveal of its prank, a nearby stump suddenly opens glowing red eyes and rolls sideways onto the ground laughing hysterically, attached to its roots, my shoes.

    "Oh, very funny isn''t it! Well how do you like this!? Shak, hit it with some wing attacks!"

    The large Zubat dives from the darkness with glowing wings, calling an eerie screech the sends shivers to my bones and even makes me feel slightly dizzy.

    Hit after hit strikes the small stump as it gets spun and place and further confused until it finally collapses.

    "Hmpf, that''s right, now I think I''ll have you work off making me walk b?r?foot in the woods all day."

    I toss the Dusk Ball Cindy gave me, it gives a single shake before locking in and flashing its bu??on red in confirmation.

    Smirking, I hurry to pick up the ball and grab my shoes before something else runs off with them.

    As I''m putting the second shoe on I hear the cracking and creaking of large branches. I look back to have my vision entirely filled with the sight of an enormous red eye.

    The phone beeps once more, "Trevenant, the elder tree spirit. Able to control trees, it traps those unfortunate trainers who chose to harm its forest. Caution is severely advised as escape is unlikely until morning. This is the first sighting in your location within the last four years."

    "Ah, fu?k my luck!"

    I swear the gaping black mouth on the trunk smirks as a large branch comes crashing down towards me.

    A quick roll to evade and I''m running like my pants are on fire. Tesla attempts to tangle the oncoming branches with webs but it has little to no effect. I click her ball to return her safely inside.

    "Shak, lead us out of here to the south."

    Excited screeching pierces the darkness as he flits in and out of my light to lead my way. The quite night is now a riot of high pitched chirps and the thunderous crashes of branches that attempt to block my way to slam me to the ground.

    The roots rip from the very ground to catch my feet as I feel the hair on my neck raise. Desperately I dive forward at an angle, b?r?ly avoiding a large wooden fist as it impacts the ground in the spot I would have been had I tripped.

    The gnarled wood lifts back up as I hear the monstrous pokemon howl in anger and more small branches shoot towards me like spears.

    Shak flutters near me as if to encourage me as I stumble to my feet and sprint away. My pace b?r?ly keeping ahead of the dozens of methods by which this crazy ?ss pine tree wishes to do me in. Oddly I feel like laughing.

    Running through the darkness feels like my soul is only one wrong step from escaping my instantly dead body should this thing actually catch me.

    In the distance I catch sight of the faint glow of a camp fire.

    Voices, male and female ring out in the darkness!

    "Goon, use Shadow Claw!"

    "Delca, use Shadow Ball!"

    To my left a white blur, to my right, a purple fluff ball.

    Roars of pain sound out from just behind me, ahead, the figures of two people.

    I slide in between them like I just scored a homerun and look back to see the giant angry tree taking a beating from a Zangoose and a Delcatty.

    This tag team needs no further calls from their trainers as they violently convince the Trevenant to retreat with only a few exchanges of blows.

    The woman''s voice calls out, "Great work you two, let it go and come back."

    Her guy friend whistles, "Been quite a while since I seen one of them, right Mary?"

    She stretches her legs, they''re both wearing sport outfits that match, they look near my age, "Like I know Berke. Hey mister are you alright?"

    Berke laughs, "Ya pal, you really barked up the wrong tree tonight."

 Chapter 6 - Familiar Faces

    I can hear the sound of the massive tree monster crashing back through the woods away from here. A sigh of exhaustion escapes me as I let my head fall back against the grassy forest floor.

    Looking behind me I can see the woods thinning a out by the light of a small campfire. Next to it is a camp chair big enough for two people to share. Some marshmallows are melting from sticks, and there''s a single cozy little tent.

    Lifting my head up to face the pair that''s still wondering if I''m ok, the fella''s belt is undone and the girl clearly has nothing on under her mostly zipped up jacket. Two plus two Kurt¡­

    I chuckle, "Ya I''m alright thanks to you kids, just a few scrapes and bruises. If you can point me towards town I''ll let ya get back to your date."

    The girl, Mary turns a shade of red visible even in the low firelight.

    Berke has a grin like he just won the lottery, "I''d appreciate that but first you sure you''re alright?"

    After I give him nod he points past the tent, "Follow the trail a quarter mile that way and you''ll hit the parking lot at the woods entrance, you''ll be able to see the Poke Center from there."

    He gives me a hand standing up then grabs a bottle of water from an ice ?h?st while I dust myself off.

    Tossing it to me, "Well you should be alright on the walk, nothin but a few bugs this close town normally. Welcome to Petalburg!"

    Mary waves a shy goodbye as I head off down the clearly marked trail. Barely a minute later on the way and I hear the sound of a girl giggling echo in the dark woods.

    Ah to be young and unfazed about fooling around in dark forests filled with haunted trees the size of houses and bats big enough to eat the family dog. However like Berke said nothing bothers me further and after twenty minutes I can see town lights through the trees.

    The trail opens up to a small dirt lot. A single truck is parked nearby and walking past it I can see a ''Just Married'' sign across the tailgate.

    Well then, "I feel like an ?ss."

    A little ways away I can see houses and just past them the light from a Poke Center sign. Walking down the road the first building I come to is a victorian manor like home with a large front garden next to a massive greenhouse the size of a school gym.

    The next building is a large warehouse type facility with a large front sight ''Petalburg Gym''. Then another large house, definitely compared to the rest of the small homes making up what appears to be a small, quiet town. The type that only has a single road going through the middle.

    Miss hotty voice dictates, "Camerupt, the volcano pokemon. It has magma running through its body that may erupt from the miniature volcanoes on its back when angered."

    Right¡­ That''s bull shit, "How in the living fu?k is that even possible?"

    Quietly, so as not to wake the walking disaster, I walk over to it''s side and try to peak in the top of the humps.

    The air smells of sulfur and I can feel a scalding pressure on my face as I glance in at an angle just enough to see a minor red glow against the inner bone walls. Listening carefully I can hear a gurgle of something liquid like boiling water.

    I place my hands on the animal''s side and it''s very warm to the touch, "This is crazy, how could this even evolve to be like this,"

    My thoughts are cut short by a loud snort, the camel looking face has turned back and is staring at me. It gets up with a growl, his height the same as mine, a plume of black smoke bursts out in a ring from his hump!

    I slowly back away toward the center doors, "Sorry for waking you up buddy, Nice camel, go back to sleep please."

    It makes a small lunge forward and I dart into the door behind me. He stops just outside and glares at me as I walk inside.

    A woman''s voice, "You!... Bothering my Camerupt?"

    Trying to not act like a scared child, "Ah, sorry I just had never seen one before so I wanted a closer look."

    It''s sweet sounding but her speech is somewhat broken, I turn to see a short nurse with light purple hair. Her uniform seems more fitting then Cindy''s back in Rustburo, and shorter. Just above her heels on her ankle is¡­ a police tracker?

    She shakes her head, "Eyes up here fella¡­ You new in town?"

    Nodding, "Ya just made it through the woods, you know I''m a bit curious how a lady with an ankle monitor got a nurse job. Sorry I know that''s super rude."

    With a shrug she turns around and walks back to her counter, I swear she''s intentionally showing off her h?ps as she walks.

    She plops into her chair, puts her feet on the desk and starts picking at her nails with a bu??erfly knife she picked up off the counter, "Long story... got my degree before ¡­ made some bad choices...Friend got me this job."

    Pointing the knife back at me, "You here to admire my legs ...or need something? ¡­ hard to get date when¡­ only home and work."

    Chuckling a bit, "I imagine the boys in a small town like this would be afraid of a girl like you. My pokemon could use a patch up."

    I take Tesla off my head and put her in her pokeball then place the other two on a tray.

    Glancing to the side I notice an empty basket with a small sign offering fruit for a few bucks, "I could use a bite to eat while I''m at it."

    She grins and chomps her teeth at me, "The local boys think I bite.. they''re right...I''ll fix up your pokemon. Cafeteria closed for the night¡­ I won''t tell if you grab something ... employe break room."

    My stomach growls, "I won''t be shy about it then. My name''s Kurt, what''s yours?"

    While starting up the pokecenter equipment she bends a bit further than needed and looks back over her shoulder, "I''m Courtney¡­ You staying the night?"

    At your place or here? No pretty sure I''m spoken for though we never confirmed it.

    I look away, "I''ll take a room upstairs, been a rough hike from Rustburo."

    She takes the hint from my evasive tone and picks a room key from a lock box for me, "Will be done... ten minutes."

    Weird girl, I head back towards the employee area, no one else is up at this time it seems altho the room key box seemed full.

    In the small break room I open up the fridge and check out the few forgotten lunches, each one labeled with someone''s name. I pick a pasta from Wanda and put it in the microwave.

    If I have to be honest, it was gross. I''m pretty sure it was okay as far as not having been in that fridge too long but someone sucks at cooking.

    The rest of the night passes peacefully, well unless you count falling asleep in the shower and falling on my ?ss. I hope they don''t make me pay for the ripped curtains.

    The Trainer has a red bandana in her hair and a sort of gym skirt thing, I don''t know women''s clothes. Either way she looks super familiar. She''s currently off loading a bag of berries into the basket on the counter.

    Once I''m halfway cross the lobby to turn in my keys I hear her ask back to Courtney, "He''s the one that came in last night?"

    Courtney just nods and walks around the counter to leave.

    The woman sizes me up while I turn in my keys, I can''t help it, "You here to admire my legs or do you need something?"

    I hear Courtney snort laugh as she walks out the door.

    The Trainer gal seems surprised as she glances past me before speaking, "I haven''t ever heard her laugh before, but as for your legs I''m just surprised they''re still attached. Mary came by the gym this morning and said they rescued some idiot that was being chased by a trevenant out in the woods last night."

    Ah, "Right the newlyweds, they seemed like they were a having a good time, I''ll apologize if I see em again."

    She shrugs, "They both work at the gym so if you hang around long enough you might. But I figure you won''t, most folks just pass through this part of Petalburg. I''m May by the way, were you intentionally coming to petalburg or did you just get lost?"

    I nod, "I was hoping to challenge the gym."

    With a grin she heads towards the door, "Follow me then, I''m heading there now. You''re a bit old to be a fresh trainer, you from around here? My little brother will be excited for a veteran challenger."

    Before I can answer she gets cut off by the door as a young man enters on a wheelchair being pushed by a woman in a sundress.

    He smiles, "Ah morning May, you still planning on leaving town today? Let''s not block the door Wanda."

    May seems on guard, "Morning Wally, Wanda. Yes I''ll be headed out in a little while, got one delivery to make then I''m going to hit the circuit. I probably won''t see you again till Ever Grande City."

    The woman named Wanda starts pushing again, "Come on cousin let''s pick up your meds and get to the market before the morning catch is sold out. Have a safe trip May."

    I wonder if her cooking is what landed him in that wheelchair.

    May grunts and walks outside, "I''ll show him, he''s here all uppity while Brendan has to work in another city."

    Suppose I''ll just mind my own business there, "You said you''re taking me to the gym?"

    She snaps out of it, "Ah, right. What did you do to find that big scary tree anyway?"

    We b?r?ly turn the corner past the center and the gym is already in sight, "I caught a Phantump, guess the big guy didn''t like that."

    May shivers, "I hate ghost types, cute pokemon are much better. What else have you brought with you? I don''t imagine you''ll battle a gym with a little stump you caught last night."

    I nod, "Well the rules say I''ll only need two for my first three gyms so I''m planning on using my Joltik and Zubat."

    She falters as she reaches for the door, "A spider and a bat, lovely. Um, those are a bit, well, weak for battling a gym leader. My little brother is no slouch and to be honest he can get carried away."

    With a shrug, "It can''t be that bad, I would think they''re supposed to take it easy on first timers."

    May laughs nervously, "You''re a bit old to be having your first gym battle, I don''t think Max will be as nice as he is to the runts that usually pick Petalburg for their first gym. My father used to turn trainers away unless they had three badges already. He''s one of the elite four now and he definitely taught Max a thing or two."

    I mean it can''t be that bad, right?

    We walk past an empty lobby and into the main hall.

    Boom!

    A massive black bear looking creature the size of a semi truck gets knocked in the chin by what could pass as a balding King Kong.

    May shouts in excitement, "Don''t take that Snorlax, show Slaking how you throw your weight around!"

    The walking wrecking equipment charges forward and tackles the big ape against the wall causing the entire building to shake.

    Right.... I''ve got this?

 Chapter 7 - Maximum Effort

    "Common Slaking don''t take that!" A young man yells.

    He looks to be in his early 20s, short black hair, glasses, t-shirt and shorts.

    In the center of the gym is a square marked area of mostly loose dirt with patches of grass. Sunlight shines in from rows of windows in the roof.

    The big gorilla just sits against the wall and folds his arms, glaring back at the young man.

    A soft giggle comes from the side, a woman sitting on some bleachers with a toddler in her ??p.

    "He seems to have had enough dear, besides I think your sister brought a challenger."

    He glances over towards us, "Oh? Ya bring me a real fight May?! I swear if one more pre teen brat walks out of here with my badge I''ll start using dad''s old rules."

    May seems unsure of what to say, b?r?ly a second ago she seemed to be glowing with pride for Snorlax''s win.

    I don''t need her to speak for me anyway, "Howdy, I''m Kurt, I''d say I''m a fair bit past my teens but sorry to say this is actually my first time challenging a gym."

    The light of excitement visibly fades from his eyes as he gives the most unenthusiastic, "Oh" I''ve ever heard.

    From the bleachers the woman Im suspecting is his wife, giggles again, "Cheer up Dear, you still don''t have to fight him like a kid from the neighboring town."

    He seems to find his spirit again, "Right, I''m Max, leader of the Petalburg Gym. This really your first gym in general, not just in the region?"

    That''s what I just said brat. Again he looks super familiar though¡­ Ah! The TV show, him and his sister!

    Glancing over, she certainly grew up nice.

    Faking an embarrassed chuckle and looking Max in the eye, "Yup my first gym fight ever, show me what ya got, within reason ofcourse."

    I wonder how that brat from the show turned out as a trainer.

    He scratches the bit of stubble on his chin, "Normally I use some first tier pokemon, nothing fancy save to present a slight challenge. More than wild pokemon and early trainers might fight with. I think we can up it a notch considering your age!"

    Max whistles between his fingers and in the distance I hear the sound of barking.

    A moment later a large black and grey canine bounds through an open door across the gym. Trailing behind it four pups run in haphazardly followed by a grey ferret of comparable size.

    The Mightyena sit in a neat row like trained hounds. The ferret gets in line then sits on its hind legs, back straight, front paw in a military salute.

    May hides a laugh behind her hand, I also crack warm smile.

    Max calls over, "Lenny, it''s your lucky day! We actually have the perfect challenger for you."

    The grey ferret gives a yip and runs over in front of Max, facing me with its hands on its h?ps. It then puts a paw towards me and gestures towards me as if to say, ''Come at me!''

    I think this thing is a linoone, the evolution of the zigzagoons all over the woods in these parts.

    Pulling out my friend ball from my belt, "Alright Shak, its time show off big guy."

    A flash of light heralds my monstrosity of a zubat, he flaps his wings and perches on my shoulder like an eagle staring down its prey.

    Max nods his head, "Alright I''ve definitely never seen one that big. May care to play ref? Berke still has a couple days off."

    I take a position across the gym as May fetches a pair of flags from a rack on the wall.

    She looks at both of us with a grin once she stands at the edge of the marked area, "Trainers are you ready?!"

    We both nod, Max calls out, "Welcome to the Pokemon League Kurt!"

    May yells, "Fight!"

    Max points forward, "Lenny Roll Out!"

    The Linoone starts rolling forward at a breakneck speed across the dirt floor while Shak takes off from my shoulders.

    I call out, "Wing attack!"

    Shak dives low aiming to clip the furball. The two collide, the ferret powering past the hit from my zubat''s wing as they both deviate from the clash. Shak swoops around looking to make a better hit.

    Lenny comes to a stop seemingly unharmed, he once more gestures towards Shak with a confident grin.

    Shak screeches in agreement, I yell, "Show him your own fangs!"

    As Shak dives, Max laughs, "Blast him!"

    What? It''s a ferret, what possible way could it...

    Lenny makes a Dragon Ball Z pose and just as Shak opens his gaping mouth to chomp a blinding flash of electricity beams from Lenny''s outstretched paws.

    Shaq screeches in pain as he flaps away. Did we just get Kamehameha''d?!

    Max calls over, "learn to make code words for strategies with your pokemon, some moves chain together for awesome effects!"

    Fair enough, "Your turn Shak, Blast him back!"

    The big bat makes a straif past Lenny while loudly screeching, the ferret ducks while cradling his ears.

    Max yells, "Dust up!"

    But a bat doesn''t use it''s eyes! Shak rounds for another pass.

    "Air Cutter Shak!"

    He picks up speed and swooshes past the small dust cloud in several quick turns causing visible blades of wind to disperse the dirt and knock aside Lenny.

    As he tumbles into a patch of grass I call out, "Chomp him!"

    Shak tackles the fallen, confused ferret and bits down on his neck!

    Lenny kicks in attempt to break free, scratching deeply at the large bat''s sides and wings.

    Max raises a fist, "Shock him off Lenny!"

    Much the same as my Joltik would, the Linoone releases a burst of static electricity, a thunder wave.

    Shak does let of the bite but refuses to let Lenny go as he begins to lift up off the ground.

    The ferret''s speed won''t help him now, "Drop him from high!"

    Shak heavily flaps towards the ceiling but instead of just letting go he turns into a dive. Both of the pokemon plummet for the ground. This won''t end well for Lenny at all!

    Just before the ground Shak looks to let go but a pulse of lingering electricity causes him to clench resulting in both of them slamming into the dirt.

    As the dust clears, Lenny is laying on his back in a daze. Shak is standing while breathing heavily, a wing looks heavily scraped up and bleeding.

    May calls out, "Linoone is unable to battle,"

    Shak starts to sway and he collapses forward.

    May raises both flags in a cross, "both pokemon are unable to battle."

    I return my zubat to the pokeball, admittedly annoyed he didn''t just drop the linoone like I said.

    Max similarly seems upset as Lenny returns to a ball, "That zubat seems more than strong enough to evolve, when they get like that they tend not to listen to fresh trainers. It becomes dangerous to use them in official matches."

    He pulls out a green pokeball, "Bree, you''re up!"

    I pull up my phone for the dex app and miss hotty voice identifies the creature, "Breloom, this mushroom pokemon delivers powerful punches and caustic hits with its poisonous tail."

    The claws are shiney red and the small pods on its tail suddenly feel menacing while she hops and punches like a prize fighter ready to enter the ring.

    Max sighs, "Just another heads up, it''s not written in stone but it is generally frowned on to use the dex during an official league fight, especially a gym battle. It''s supposed to be a test, challenging your preparation, knowledge, tactics, and ability to adapt to the unexpected."

    Got it, no open notebook. The static charged ferret was certainly unexpected, now it''s time for my own static shocker.

    I grab my net ball from my belt, "Let''s show our stuff Tesla."

    My shiney red Joltik takes the field causing May and Max to pause.

    May mutters, "Kinda cute, for a spider¡­.Trainers are you ready?!"

    Max gives another sigh, "At Least I don''t need to explain type advantages too."

    "Fight!"

    I''ll move first this time, "Ready the field Tess!"

    Dozens of strings and webs start to shoot across the ground between the two pokemon while Tess side steps towards a patch of grass.

    Max points forward again, "Spores Away!"

    Bree hops forward once and spins like a dancer slinging her tail around and sending a cluster of spores into the air near Tess. They burst mid flight causing a rain of red specs to float to the ground over a large area.

    Shit! "Shock it away Tess!"

    A small burst of static sends some of the spores off but a lot still hits her.

    "Get over there Bree, mind your feet!"

    Tess seems to struggle to shrug off the effect while the breloom hops past the maze of webs and strings to close the distance.

    Just as my little joltik looks to shake the paralysis, Bree arrives!

    "Serve it up Bree!"

    With a graceful leap and spin the breloom brings a sweeping kick, knocking Tess off her four legs. Without further instructions the breloom whips her tail from below in a continued spin knocking Tess higher before launching into the air and head bu??ing Tesla back to the ground.

    Talk about spiked, "Shake it off Tess get in your webs!"

    She bounces off the floor one last time shooting some string to block the bitch fungal kangaroo from following up it''s combo.

    Tesla then skitters into her maze of sticky thread and starts rubbing her legs against her fur to build up more static.

    I call out, "More webs Tess! Claim your turf."

    The gaps fill and soon the breloom can only hop along the edges with no way to advance. Tess starts sending strings in front and behind to block Bree''s way.

    Max huffs, "A joltik can''t keep up webs for so long, it''s not a true spider. More spores Bree, the green ones."

    That doesn''t sound good, as the breloom hops to fling its tail again, "Now Tess!"

    A final salvo of string shot hits the ground beneath Bree and trails up catching her feet, her spore toss goess off target.

    With a grin, "Reel her in Tess!"

    Tesla starts pulling at multiple threads causing a net to close around her victim. She tries to pull her into more webs but it turns out the pokemon is too heavy for little Tess to drag around!

    Fine that would be too easy anyway, "Get in there and do it the old fashion way."

    My Joltik skitters forward, picking up webs along the way and tossing more onto the breloom before moving to bite down.

    Max seems to have been waiting for this, "Counter!"

    Just as her fangs are poised a red claw cuts out and hits Tess, sending her flying with bits of web.

    Not yet, "Spiderman Tess!"

    She hooks her claws on the trailing string and slingshots herself back. A bright arc of red energy flashes along the webs and shocks Bree who''s still trying to untangle herself.

    Max shouts, "Solar beam!"

    The mushroom top begins to glow in the sunlight but it''s too slow, Tesla lands on Bree''s ?h?st and starts ruthlessly biting and scratching.

    Bree struggles to turn the situation but another pulse of red electricity puts her into a daze and she collapses to the ground. Tesla hurriedly wraps the breloom in all the webbing within reach before perching triumphantly on her cocooned prey.

    After a moment the struggling stops¡­ I hope it isn''t suffocating.

    Max shakes his head, "cut her out please."

    I nod to Tess and she cuts a line down the wrappings to reveal an unconscious Bree.

    May raises a flag towards me, "Breloom is unable to battle, Challenger Kurt Wins!"

 Chapter 8 - Exposition Road

    Max walks across the field giving a sigh at the webs everywhere, "I don''t have anyone to clean this up today."

    He pulls out a black pokeball and releases it. After the normal flash of light a three foot black porcupine with flaming quills sits up on its hind legs, a Quilava.

    "Valla, would you please clean up these webs? Try not to burn too much of the grass if you can help it."

    She sits up and much like Lenny, gives a salute before proceeding to start using her flaming tail like a broom to sweep away the webs.

    Max then walks over to me and pulls a small pin from his pocket. It looks like a green and white, yin yang symbol.

    "Here ya go Kurt, my balance badge. Was a bit of a messy battle but a win''s a win. I hope you take some time to train up your partners more before your next gym."

    Hes got a bit of a reluctant grin.

    May pokes his side with an elbow, "Common Max, you know you should get over it by now, losing''s part of the job for a gym leader."

    He nods then looks at me, his expression seeming like he wants to make up for his attitude a moment ago, "So where ya headed next?"

    Shaking my head, "I''m not overly sure. I plan on making the circuit though."

    May chimes in, "I''ll be starting myself here soon. I''ve always done the contests before, now that my husband is in the elite four I thought it would be fun to challenge him. I''m even gonna pick up a fresh starter and make a new team and everything!"

    Max nods, "That reminds me May, Professor Birch called this morning. He asked if you could pick him up from the Oldale Town ruins on your way to his lab in Littleroot."

    It would be really interesting to see the lab were the kiddos get their starters.

    May tilts her head my way, "By the way, my father-in-law would probably reward ya pretty nicely if you let him get some data on your shiny joltik. Plus, Littleroot has a ferry to Dewford for your next badge."

    Welp I''m sold, "Sure why not. Those ruins sound interesting as well, maybe I''ll have a chance at finding a fossil to take back to Rustboro."

    Off to the side I hear a toddler crying, the woman stands up, "Alright Max dear, time for lunch. Your sister should be heading off before it gets much later as well."

    Max nods, "sure Viv," and gives May a hug, "Alright sis, I may not be allowed to set limits by the league rules yet but you''re different, see ya when ya got three badges!"

    She laughs, "Oh don''t worry, I''m saving you for last!"

    Turning to me she''s definitely excited, "Let''s get going, my jeep is out back. It''s good you''re coming, especially since I''m not taking any pokemon with me."

    We head outside while talking, "You''re really going at it fresh? I''m sure you have some killer pokemon already."

    Proving me right she stops to give the Snorlax sitting outside a hug, "Take care Munchy, I''ll be back before ya know it!"

    It gently pats her head before going back to eating a bunch of berries.

    May turns to me with a nod, "Yup, I want a fun challenge and a big surprise for my husband."

    Pulling a set of keys from her pocket she unlocks a red jeep and hops in the driver seat before leaning over to unlock the passenger side for me.

    Starting down the small town road I ask, "So I thought gyms stick to a monotype theme?"

    May waves her hand dismissively, "A decade ago, and maybe still for a few gyms or other regions. But the point is to educate trainers. Virtuous reasoning aside, the League knows that better battles means better viewership. Max is gifted at thinking out of the box. He''s taken our father''s tradition of tricky Normal types as well as the local Plant type specialty."

    We stop in front of the mart and center.

    While we wait I ask May some other stuff that crossed my mind earlier, "What happens If I catch a 7th pokemon?"

    It cant possible teleport away like the show and games.

    Her brow arches but she answers all the same, "The Pokeballs you keep are synced to your dex account as soon as you catch a pokemon. It takes in your fingerprints and gps data along with tracking your on hand catch count. Once you catch your 7th Pokemon the ball locks until you come to a center and rotate your roster in accordance with the league rules."

    Ha I knew there was a limit to the sheer level of nonsense on that show, "What about when you''re not travelling?"

    She leans against the counter, "You can set your home as a neutral gps point allowing you to have any number out, within reason. The police will fine you if you have some absurd number of pokemon running around your local neighborhood. On a related note, do you need to hit the mart before we leave? It''s just next door, I ?ssume you need more potions or balls?"

    I''ve got plenty of ''balls'' thank you, "Right, I''ll hop over there if you don''t mind waiting for my pokemon."

    Waving her hand, "No sweat."

    I jog outside and next door, sure enough there''s a small mart no larger than a Seven Eleven.

    Walking up to the counter to find a nine or ten year old boy, "I need some pokeballs and a grape slurpee."

    The kid drops his handheld game and stares at me, "You want what pee?!"

    Shit, "I said I need to pee dude where''s your bathroom, damn kids these days!"

    In utter confusion he points to a back wall, "it''s over there mister, pokeballs are in the front aisle."

    After dodging an awkward situation and taking care of nature I come to the rack of balls¡­.ha. They are arranged like a vending machine, lined up in rows behind a glass window. To the side is a key pad, punching in a number displays the price before asking how many and a confirmation.

    Honestly I can''t afford most of them but I think a few great balls¡­ are within range.

    I voice my complaint, "These sure ain''t cheap balls."

    The kid at the counter snorts.

    Faking a cranky old man voice, "What you laughin at boy!? Brats got no respect anymore."

    He chuckles, "Whatever mister, make up your mind?"

    Keeping a straight face, "I want some great balls."

    On my way out the kid calls after me, "Have a good time with your balls sir."

    While waiting for May I call my doctor and tell her the good news. She''s sweet, and promises a proper celebration once I get back so long as I keep my pants zipped in the meantime.

    Once we got on the road the drive was a bit boring so I ask May, "You are picking a new starter then, it''s not free right?"

    She nods, "Yup last time I got a torchic, this time I''ll be paying to help support the program but I''m sure my father in law Proffessor Birch will set me up. He said he has a nice new set for me to pick from. They get in other regions'' starters some times to help encourage trainers to travel more."

    Oh? "It''s still water, fire, or grass right?"

    Another nod as she keeps her eyes on the road, "You can pick from the traditional array but five years ago the league started mixing it up some. Now kids can pick from one of the 3 region region specific choices or from three other options, each from a different region."

    From who knows were I think of biology textbooks, "That doesn''t create a risk of invasive species?"

    May glances my way with a chuckle, "It''s all tightly monitored, any one or two of the same pokemon given out months apart aren''t exactly too likely to meet up and start a colony while their trainers'' backs are turned."

    Eyes back on the road, "Also, they''ve moved away from strictly fire, grass, and water types. It was decided a healthy mix was in order¡­ jeez, you got amnesia or something?"

    Or something, "Yup, it''s the weirdest thing, I only can''t remember personal information and pokemon stuff from the last decade or so. Even my name, Kurt, my new girlfriend back in Rustboro came up with it."

    She laughs, "Didn''t let memory loss keep ya down huh? Who is it? I might know her."

    I can''t help but grin, "Lacy Cutter, she''s a doctor."

    May whistles, "Aimed high huh? I know Doc Cutter. Nice gal, comes to petalburg to check on Wally every few months."

    That guy, "You didn''t seem to like him too much."

    A sigh, "You might not guess from looking at his chair but he''s the current league champ. My Brendan was champ until last season. Now Brendan is stationed in Ever Grande City with the elite four while Wally, as champ, can simply be on call from home."

    "On call?"

    She glances my way again, "Forgot about the champ eh? They''re tasked with large scale incident management as long as they''re in the region, as well as former champions. The most recent unseated champ takes a spot on the elite four alongside three elected trainers."

    Alright I get it, "Who are the current Elite Four?"

    Counting on her fingers, "My husband Brendan, my father Norman, Miss Phoebe is on her last year, and finally Miss Zinnia. Phoebe will be returning to her home in the Alolan region. Zinnia was a troublemaker a while back but she''s come around and has been a force to be reckoned with to any group causing problems in the region."

    Now for the important part, "What teams do they run?"

    May gets a competative look in her eyes, "Dad uses mostly normal types, Phoebe uses ghosts, Zinnia uses dragons, and I''m not telling what my husband might use. Wally uses plants mostly."

    She laughs and I can only think that''s fair enough. But that limits me a bit on looking for any type advantages, I should probably look into a dragon type I guess.

    Glancing at May again, "What kind of team you looking to build?"

    Her grin gets sly, "Hey mister we''re competitors this year. Not that it makes too much of a difference. I''ll pick a grass starter, I''ll need a flyer, a ground type for sure, a fighter, maybe a water. I think I want an ice pokemon, some of them are adorable!"

    I think I see what''s going on, "You are totally targeting your husband''s team aren''t you?"

    Another laugh proves me right, "That''s why I''m doing this to begin with so why not?"

    Putting my hands up, "Sounds fun to me, good luck."

    "Ofcourse," she points forward, "We''ll be there soon."

    In the afternoon light I can see the a small farming town in in the distance as we crest a large hill coming out of the mountainous part of the region.

    All told the drive took b?r?ly less than an hour. On the remaining bit out of the hills I considered what I would get for the rest of my team. I already decided on some kind of dragon, I''ll need at least one water type in the eastern part of the region, it''s all islands. The last one I''m not sure, I''ll want to round out the team.

    Glancing through the dex app at the fossil pokemon leaves me a bit off put until I see Carracosta. Looks badass and checks off my water type. Its got the bulk to pull me around the coastal islands too! The double weakness to plant type might be a snag if I actually reach Champion Wally, bit early to worry about that though. Oh and it can fight on land aswell.

    Looking through the regional dragon types on the dex ...there''s only 3 common native species. A bug, a bird and a ... winged whale? I think these are a pass.

    Asking May, "I heard you can do jobs for breeders to help get out of region pokemon?"

    She nods, "Ya I plan on sticking to what I can catch. Traded pokemon are tougher to reign in. If ya think you''re up for it though it may give you a leg up come the final tournament. A curveball or two will put even the most talented local rookie on their back foot."

    Checking other dragons ... mostly legendaries or super rare, meh oh well.

    As we pull into town I can''t help but be excited at the idea of bounty hunting pokemon to make my ideal team.

 Chapter 9 - Grave Digger

    Pulling into town I''m surprised once more at the variation from the games in my fractured memory. Scattered farms dot the large valley with a single road that reaches a T intersection. Old businesses line the road alongside Victorian houses. The largest buildings being a Mart and Center alongside a square, three story office building.

    We pull up to the small lot at the office building, its front corner is all glass but the sun reflecting off of it blocks me from seeing what''s inside.

    May hops out, "This is the research center for agriculture as well as a small team dedicated to the nearby ruins. Most the region''s food is grown in this area, their constantly testing how different breeds of pokemon may increase productivity."

    Inside the lobby is a water feature, framed against the glass windows stretching up the entire three floors. The upper floors have staggered balconies overlooking this waterfall that easily takes up a third of the building.

    Patches of grass dot the ledges on the rock face while water cascades down to a small pond surrounded by a four foot grassy embankment. Several pokemon are playing in the water, on the rocks and in the grass.

    May goes up and talks to a receptionist at a desk while I examine the pokemon. On the bank a bulbasaur is attempting to snap at an oddish, he really does look like a lizard with a plant growing out it''s back. Goldeen swim between a pair of Lotad in the water. On one of the ledges a sleeping Caterpie is being pet by a sunbathing sunflower pokemon I don''t remember.

    A small yip comes from the plant evolution of eevee that hops out of the tall grass. It darts over to a man in a lab coat exiting a door near the lobby desk.

    Lacy would probably love one of those.

    As he bends down to pick up the pokemon, "Hey May, Birch said you''d be here to pick him up today. He''s still in the ruins though, probably lot track of time down there, I didn''t see him here for lunch."

    I walk over, "Hey I''m Kurt, rode here with May, mind if I ask how I can get myself one of those."

    He smiles as I point to the Leafeon, "There''s a breeder ranch just west out of Mauville, They always have a few eevee eggs. As for raising the hatched eevee''s plant affinity, there''s plenty of Leafmoss stones for a yard den in the area around Verdanturf. Much faster way to get it to evolve than wandering the woods for just the right area."

    May nods, "Thanks Alden, sorry can''t visit, I''d like to reach Littleroot tonight."

    She lead out the door giving me only enough time to wave, "Thanks for the tip!"

    Back in the jeep we quickly end up on a dirt road heading towards some lightly wooded hills just outside of town.

    Glancing at may, "Know anything about the breeder he mentioned?"

    She grabs what looks like an apple out of a sack and munches on it while driving, "Yup, largest ranch in the region not attached to a researcher center. A big family has ran the place for generations. Has quite a few contracts with the league, they''re who ya want to contact for getting any non native pokemon."

    Chucking the core out the window she grumbles, "I can''t believe he''s still in the caves, I swear he never notices his watch. I feel bad for his wife¡­"

    I chuckle as we come to a slow around a hill and approach a large cave entrance, "Better hope it''s not hereditary then, what''s in this cave anyway?"

    Hopping out she waves to the boy, "If that''s the professor''s junk you can load whatever is going back to Littleroot into my jeep."

    She heads towards the cave and waves for me to follow, "It''s a short walk down to a large underground lake with a large ruined town. Most has been destroyed by what looks like a large landslide leaving just a few huts and the lake. Supposedly it once had an underground river reaching the sea but its been long cut off. You''ll want to let out your Zubat to scare off any wild pokemon."

    Once inside the dimly lit cave I let out Shak and the Phantump. Shak flaps around for a moment before landing on a stalactite. The little haunted stump just tilts it''s head at me, small branches with blue pine needles sway with him.

    Pointing them out, "I thought These little guys had leaves?"

    May shakes her head, "The idea is to blend in, we''ve got mostly pine forests in these parts."

    How in the name of darwin does this even come about. I''d ask May but she seems to be avoiding even looking at the little ghost.

    I pat the stump, "Alright little guy, I''m Kurt, your trainer from now on. First let''s pick ya a name," glancing at the pine needles I feel some odd notion, "Let''s call you Blue, what do ya say?"

    Tiny red glowing eyes seem to scrunch up in the holes of the floating stump befor it animatedly seems to nod, a creepy giggle echoes off the cave walls.

    May shivers, "Alright, lovely let''s move please."

    I nod and look up to Shak, "Lead the way big guy."

    With a "Zu!" he swoops down, circling us once before flapping down the cave, not waiting for us to keep up in the slightest.

    Hmm, "Guess I should work on being a bit more clear?"

    The creepy child laughter echos out once more from Blue.

    Tesla seems content to hang out on my shoulder and snuggle.

    Shak flits back and forth from the darkness ahead to around us in long sort of patrol. Blue seems to find fun in leaving no stone unturned as we head deep.

    May staying a few steps behind me, "for a bunch of creepers your Pok¨¦mon certainly are energetic."

    After only five minutes or so in a steady descent we pass a wide open stone doorway and come to a large lake. On the shore closest to us is a work bench and flood lights. Off to the left side of the lake is the very outermost shell of what looks to be stone or clay housing buried into the cave walls.

    The sight brings to mind native american cliff dwellings. Various digging equipment is arranged outside the closest dwelling. I watch Blue drift over and toss a hard hat over itself before picking up a small trowel and start flipping over every rock again.

    I laugh, "Don''t wander too far little guy."

    A deep male voice, "Who''s there?"

    Sticking his head above a rock on the embankment is an older man in a white lab coat.

    He spots May behind me just as Shak swoops past his head and begins to follow above Blue.

    Once more raising his head, "Sorry May, I seem to have missed the time. Friend of yours?"

    May nods, "Yup, this is Kurt, he''s lost his memory. Anyway he''s riding with us to Littleroot since I was my own otherwise."

    Birch nods, "Never know what can happen on the road. Well I''ll only be a second, found a nice pocket of Kabuto fossils."

    He tosses away a shovel and stabs a small marker flag in the ground before walking up to the workbench carrying a few smooth stones. They look like horseshoe crab shells.

    Blue floats over as well and places a similar rock on the table before striking a triumphant pose, giggling, and then going back to his playful search.

    I walk forward, first glancing over the table into the lake, I can spot shadows moving beneath the surface.

    Pointing with my chin, "What''s swimming in there?"

    Birch looks up from the rock Blue set down, "Relicanths, big ones, your little ghost just brought over a nice Lileep fossil!"

    I take a look at what seems to be a worm carved in a rock, "Well you''re the expert."

    Even as I say that there''s a fresh spine chilling laugh and another rock gets tossed on the table between us. Blue then darts back towards the water line. A brown fish surfaces near him but Shak swoops near it, scaring the fish away.

    They seem to work together just fine.

    Birch rubs his hand across the new stone, "These claws look like an Anorith fossil, you''ve got quite the talented little fella!"

    I call after blue, "Find me a turtle shaped one!"

    May cuts in, "Hey we don''t have all day you know, today is the day you''re supposed to receive new rookies professor. It''s already Four in the afternoon and we''ve got another 40 minute drive."

    Birch sighs, "Right, you''re still not calling me pops there missy. And here I just found a fine recruit for fossil hunting. Oh look he''s coming back already."

    Blue drifts up with his shovel hanging from his branch, in his ghostly limbs is a large clam shell.

    The professor laughs and pats its head before turning to me, "Well it''s a shellder shedding, I take it your were hoping for a Tirtouga fossil?"

    He catches my nod and then packs some of the fossils on the work benth in a satchel. One of them he pauses and tosses it to me.

    "Here I''ll trade ya for the ones your ghost just brought over."

    I glance at what looks like the tip of a beak carved in the rock, "Awesome, thanks!"

    Hiding his mouth, "That''s between you and me, not supposed to hand out anything I found. Now, Shall we?"

    Looking back into the underground lake, "Blue, Shak, we''re out of here."

    Blue comes back with one more rock while Shak swoops past us and up the cave.

    After handing me the rock he giggles and charges up the cave entry.

    May points at the stone, "Another fossil? What kind of luck is that?"

    Birch glances back before stopping and jogging back to look at it. He holds a up a flashlight and reveals it to actually be a deep blue crystal.

    Laughing, "Thats a water stone, really quite the lucky pokemon you have there."

    May taps her chin, "I should hope so, he almost got squashed by an angry Trevenant for catching it. That stone should sell for a fine price in Mauville though. You could also hold onto to trade for another stone if you ever need one."

    Up a head comes a strange chirping sound followed by Shak screeching.

    I run forward while shoving the water stone in my bag. Around the bend I find my zubat diving on a trio of worm like heads poking out off the ground.

    Grinning I call out, "Shak pull that Dugtrio out!"

    Finally I can see what the rest of it looks like!

    May shouts from behind me, "Don''t even try they''ll call for help and the cave may collapse!"

    Well that''s no fun, "Fine, Shak just Confuse Ray it."

    The large bat dives with a sharp turn banking around the three mole heads and screeches at the weird critter.

    The mole heads seem dazed and burrow away while being sure to throw plenty of dirt in their wake at the mean Zubat.

    Blue almost seems intent to chase them but I click his ball forcing him to return.

    Shak lands on a rock near by and seems to puff out his ?h?st. Shaking like a dog causes a fair amount of deep blue fur to shed from his body as he let''s out a yawning sound.

    Birch walks up and scratches the bat, Shak seems to pull away at first before deciding it feels good and leaning into it.

    The professor chuckles, "Looks like your Zubat is starting to evolve. In a few days I''ll wager you''ll have a rather massive Golbat. Be sure to brush the sheddings from his fur, ya don''t want him to get mites."

    Well¡­ so I guess a flash of light and flickering screen is a load of nonsense too. Despite my inner ridicule for thinking that was going to happen, I go over and pat Shak''s head.

    "Nice job buddy, Another step closer to being the most badass Crobat there ever was."

 Chapter 10 - The Next Generation

    The drive south out of Oldale sees us passing by low woodlands and open fields. Birch and May are in the front seat while I''m on the small bench in the back. Crammed up beside me is a snoring, nearly four foot tall, deep blue bat.

    A towel is laid out on the seat to keep his fur from getting all over May''s vehicle but my clothes are getting covered in Shak''s shedding hairs. Twice now the little claw on his right wing has scratched my arm and I swear this basterd''s farts could clear a room. Luckily it''s a nice evening and the top of the jeep is removable.

    I tap Birch''s seat, "You sure this is necessary? I don''t know if my nose can take him being out of his ball in a vehicle like this."

    The professor laughs, "Your goal is a Crobat right? This first evolution from the juvenile tier to the species'' ?du?t form is a critical time for bonding. He''s already got the size advantage for further evolving towards what would be considered a champion among the zubat family. Support him as his trainer and he won''t let you down."

    Apparently many pokemon have quirks with their development. Zubats for example, only a few stronger bats in a large cave family may make it to a Crobat. They are like the patriarchs or champions of their cave system. If a Golbat doesn''t feel like he has duty to protect its family, it''ll never evolve to Crobat. For a trainer, they have to become that family.

    Joltik evolve once they gain a certain measure of strength and age, this is the most common requirement.

    My Phantump on the other hand, it will need to gain a certain measure of wisdom and maturity by means of travel and fighting. Like a tree that stands strong long enough to witness the test of time. But instead of waiting for the world to pass by it, the Phantump must see the world itself.

    After growing strong from defending their original grove, the little ghosts travel from woodlands to woodlands. Eventually they settle down, either returning to their place of origin or founding a new grove in a place with strong spiritual energy to evolve into a mighty Trevenant. Once more their form adjusts during the evolution to blend into their surrounding woodlands.

    I wonder if they look like palm trees in southern regions?

    Another thing I''ve learned is that the evolution process closely resembles natural events from earth. Blue will grow like a plant, tess will molt like a spider, and Shak will semi hibernate while shedding everywhere like a dog with mange.

    I''m exaggerating but it''s still playing hell on my sinuses. I hope i''m not allergic to bats¡­ if that''s a thing.

    Cresting over a hill the sunset light flares from the reflection of a large white observation tower.

    Birch chuckles, "I never get tired of coming home and catching my lab in the evening light."

    May gives him a sideways glance, "Hopefully the dozen odd tax paying parents waiting with their kids don''t get tired either."

    The Professor gives a nervous laugh before looking back to me, "By the way Kurt, seeing as your on your first experience as a trainer I''ll feel bad having ya watch while everyone else gets a pokemon. So I''ll cut ya a deal, make a delivery for me in Dewford and I''ll set ya up with an adoptable pokemon tonight."

    Sounds far too simple, "Just like that, surely there''s more involved than that?"

    He smiles, "No need to be suspicious, my lab doubles as a hospital for local wild pokemon that get brought in as well as the poor buggers that get abandoned and can''t fend for themselves in the wild. Here, take a look at the list."

    I''m handed a tablet pc open to a list of housed pokemon.

    While browsing the list I ask, "So what''s the delivery?"

    Birch, "A Pokemon egg for a league official living on the island as well as some care items for once it hatches. I believe he intends to give it as a gift for his granddaughter."

    May, "That''s not an abuse of position is it?"

    He laughs, "Arceus no, Steven paid quite the sum. Or should I say donated to the lab in exchange for me calling in a favor." Looking back at me, "Steven is a former champ, so don''t have an accident, an egg is an egg after all. Last thing you want is his Skarmory chasing you across the region."

    I''ll keep that in mind. The list of pokemon in the lab has a couple themes going on. First being that most of the pokemon are quite young, older ones probably don''t have to large an issue surviving. Also the reasoning that the longer a trainer has a pokemon the less likely they may be to ditch it.

    Second is that the ones listed certainly aren''t rare or overly impressive, most just clearly aren''t adapted for this region or climate. Honestly I''m not sure how I feel about most of these or the idea of having to work through a pokemon''s abandonment issues.

    Messing with the sorting options I''m surprised find a list of pregnant pokemon. There''s four currently, an Arcanine, an Alolan Sandslash, a Walrein, and a Dodrio.

    Considering my team so far; electric bug, poison flying, ghost grass, eventual water rock¡­ I''m not sure, the fire type or the ice and steel.

    Turning the tablet to show Birch, "How bout an egg for an egg? What''s the story on the Arcanine and the Alolan Sandslash?"

    He looks at the pokemon in question, "The Arcanine is actually from a cop who was injured on the job, poor gal is still in the hospital. Her service pokemon got pregnant while she''s been on rest and unfortunately the pups will belong to the League."

    May sighs, "I hope Jen makes a full recovery."

    Birch smiles, "She''s doing great. Last I spoke she said the physical therapy will be done in another month and she''ll be chasing thieves in no time. Now, the Sandslash. She is actually a part of a breeding program experiment."

    Shak let''s rip another barn burner.

    Coughing, "You have my divided attention."

    "Well, the last decade has yielded some surprising results in research on type variations across pokemon of the same species but different regions. At the foremost of my particular research of the last couple years is the increased chance of shiny pokemon being born when the region variable pokemon are bred."

    Interesting, "So this ice one was bred with a ground Sandslash? Gotta say I think you''ve got me sold."

    The professor mulls it over for a moment, "I can''t just give you a program pokemon. So how bout this, I''ll write a letter for Steven and request he provide you with materials for training Steel types. Once you deliver the Mawile egg and make your way back here the Sandslash should have laid her eggs. I''ll write you up as a study participant with a focus on testing the offspring''s type affinity. Show some results come time for end of year finals and I''m sure I can coax some fresh research funds from the league!"

    I shake his hand, "Eggcellent."

    Our lovely driver cuts in, "Sounds like you Eggheads have a deal, which is good timing cause we''ve arrived."

    Coming around a wooded bend we arrive at a small town nestled in the coast with a medium dock bordering a sea inlet. A dozen odd houses frame a hotel like building connected to a large white lab with attached greenhouse structure and the observation tower we spotted earlier.

    We pull into an underground parking lot at the hotel. As we get out of the jeep and head towards the lab I suddenly remember the reward I was issued for my zubat.

    After mentioning it to May she tells me to just select the Littleroot center as destination of delivery and they will overnight it here.

    The entrance of the lab consists of a massive atrium with a gigantic willow tree growing in the center. A few bird type pokemon can be seen gliding about the upper branches while a little league team''s worth of kids are pointing up and running about.

    A man with green hair comes walking up at a brisk pace, "It''s about damn time professor. Some of these people flew in! I''m tired of tossing complaints filed against you. Much more and you know the league is going to force your retirement."

    Birch grumbles, "Shove off Sawyer, If you want to succeed this lab when I do finally retire you''ll playball. While you''re at it you might even succeed at one of your projects, I mean you can''t keep striking out forever. Now go get the pokemon, I''ll start immediately."

    As the surly fellow storms off May whispers, "Sawyer used to be a nice guy, but he failed to win the league after reaching finals six years in a row. He became such a sourpuss that his wife left him, took the kid and moved back with her father, Steven Stone, the fellow your making a delivery to."

    Every world has it''s drama it seems, "So the egg is for this Sawyer''s daughter?"

    Birch waves us to quiet down as he walks over to a returning Sawyer. They take a large case over to the tree in the middle of the room.

    He puts on a big smile, "Alight folks I won''t keep ya waiting a moment longer! Forgive me kiddos I had just discovered an amazing cache of fossils at some old ruins. Remember, adventure and excitement can be found any time while you are on your journeys! Now let''s introduce your potential new starters!"

    As Birch names out Pok¨¦mon, Sawyer opens the ball and let''s it loose in the garden.

    "Up first are our local starters, Treecko, Torchic, and Mudkip!"

    With a flash of red light I see a bipedal gecko, a red bobble headed chicken, and an amphibious blue pug.

    While the kids are already in awe he continues, "Next are our exchange starters Turtwig, Fennekin, and Popplio."

    A grassy turtle, a fox and a clown seal? I''m silently checking these with my phone app, I can''t recall all of these. It seems there were far more pokemon than my fractured memory knows.

    Birch keeps going, "Next are the wildcards, randomly selected. Sandile, Nidoran, and Mareep."

    This time a small brown crocodile, a spiky blue rabbit, and ¡­ a sheep. The girls seem over the moon for the livestock.

    "Last but not least, our special additions! Flabebe, Litwick, and Roggenrola!"

    Some blue flowers, a blue candle and a blue rock¡­ this is a joke right? However the app confirms its a fairy type, a ghost, and well still a rock, no surprise there. But the final evolution of all three seem pretty impressive.

    May watches nervously as the kids pick out their choices. Honestly at this point I notice that all the mothers are in great shape, suppose its thanks to the active life of being a trainer. Birch should get out in the field more, that spare tire won''t do him any favors.

    The flower was quickly claimed by a lass in a clearly pricey dress. A boy in a black suit picks up the candle. A bossy girl shoves another boy aside to talk to the croc, who interestingly seems eager to team up with the brat.

    One rather nervous lad walks over to me, "I can''t decide, what was your starter?"

    Pulling the net ball from my belt, "Come on out Tesla."

    As the bright metallic red spider appears the kids all look like they''ve been caught in headlights.

 Chapter 11 - Rivals

    A torrent of reactions. One boy yelps out "Spider!" before running off to hide behind his mother, clutching a poor, confused Mareep. A rather round lad considers throwing the rock pokemon at Tesla. One girl looks over but then goes back to playing with the Nidoran.

    My Joltik gets a bit overwhelmed and scampers up my head to hide in my hair. Ya, it feels weird.

    The bossy teen girl with the Sandile runs over, "Nice spider, let my Crooky fight it!"

    Uh, no, and you sure claimed your Pok¨¦mon fast.

    Another girl with glasses holding hands with the small fire fox walks over, "Fascinating, what''s its EVs and IVs?"

    Her whats?

    A man in a suit, the butler of the rich girl, "Good fellow I wonder if you''d be willing to share where you acquired such an exotic specimen?"

    Hey now, "How much it worth to ya bud?"

    I get a slightly sour look before he returns to his ward who sticks her tounge out at me.

    Birch returns the Torchic to a ball and hands it to a scrappy lad before calling over, "That''s enough kids, Kurt started when he was much older so he got his starter the old fashioned way. Charging out into the woods with nothing but himself and a large set of bal Oomf!"

    Sawyer elbowed the poor man before he could make a scene. He then grins at the boy who had initially spoke to me, "Thomas come meet this mudkip, he''s very brave and loves to play."

    The last girl, in the most ragged pair of jeans I''ve ever seen, is energetically playing with the little blue seal pokemon.

    Leaving May looking at a gecko playing it too cool and a turtle predisposed with eating a shrub.

    She sighs and goes over to pick up the turtle who looks at her while continuing with his leaf snack, "Brendan picked a Mudkip, and Treecko all have the most annoying attitudes."

    Walking over I pick up another twig and offer it to the turtle who almost visibly grins and slowly reaches for it with his leathery green beak, "Well it wins points for adorableness."

    I pull up it''s profile on the app, after checking out the evolves, "Holy shit these things get enormous! Big enough other pokemon live on their backs."

    May peaks at the screen, "Well, I certainly have experience with larger pokemon. Now for a name¡­"

    Looking at the spikey shell I can''t help it, "Bowser."

    She looks at me, "I like it, sounds tough."

    Muttering, "You could almost say kingly."

    "What?"

    "Nothing, right I should fetch my bat."

    Soon as I say that a lab aid comes out from the garage entrance b?r?ly holding my sleeping monstrocity, "Um Professor Birch sir we got your equipment but what about this fellow?"

    I stand up, "He''s mine."

    Shak gets sent back to his ball for the moment while the nerdy girl hops over again, "Is that the new record holding Zubat?! I read it''s file on the Pokket forums! Your name was even Kurt right!"

    Leaning over to May, "How does this brat know my name?"

    She scratches the Turtwig''s head, "The doc must have registered you with the league right? Your dex app keeps your trainer profile up to date. When records get broke it gets announced on the daily headlines. See, your name popped up in the regional section this morning."

    While May was talking the little girl pulled out her own phone and showed me my picture at the top of an article titled, ''Old Hoenn record shattered after nine years, largest recorded Zubat Captured.''

    Nerd girl, "With that big fella I bet you make it pretty far in the end of year tournament. I heard the prize you got was a whole package of supplements."

    I mean, I feel pretty happy with my current self, who has time to hit the gym while traveling everywhere?

    May notices my expression, "Sorry he has memory problems, she means for the pokemon Kurt. Stuff to boost it''s stats."

    Steroids? "That sort of thing is allowed in official tournaments?"

    The kid''s father comes over finally, "It''s all closely monitored, anything certified is fine. Everything Mart brand is considered safe as long as you follow the directions. Let''s get home Patricia, it''s late and I''m sure you and the other kids will all be sitting out early. Wouldn''t want you to fall behind on the first day."

    Patricia waves goodbye, "See ya at the end of the year Mr. Kurt."

    The other kids file out, I notice the tattered girl leaving last by herself.

    Quietly I ask may, "Hey so... orphans?"

    She follows my gaze and nods, "Anyone can make a living as a trainer if they''ve got the spine for it. The league doesn''t even require parental consent to issue a starter."

    Thinking of the rich prick I met back in Rustboro, "The spine part seems optional."

    May laughs with a bit more contempt then I expected, "Ya well, Money makes everything easier doesn''t it. Well, I suppose that''s a downer to part ways on but I''m headed to the In-Laws for the night before heading north in the morning."

    I shake her hand, "See ya in a year May, thanks for the ride today."

    She gives a dazzling smile, "Good luck Mr. Forgetful. Make sure you visit the Doc as often as you can or I''ll stomp you at the gates to Ever Grande City."

    Grinning, "No worries, I''ll have to visit pretty soon already if I want that fossil extracted."

    Waving as she goes, "Try to visit for her instead of a convenient excuse."

    Sounds like the sort of thing a proper boyfriend would do.

    Looking around, some of the upper floor lights are starting to go out. Time to check into the hotel.

    Tesla chirps from my head as I walk back through the garage. I guess a side trip to the mart for food is in order.

    Outside the mart is just at the other end of the building. The door rings as I enter, an old fellow is manning the counter. Passing the aisles I spot Sawyer grabbing some cans from a shelf.

    Walking over, "Hey there I''m Kurt, the professor hired me to deliver a Mawile egg for you."

    He looks up at me and tilts back his head with a groan before shaking my hand, "Well fine meeting you, the egg itself is wholey paid for by Steven. These extra goods can be considered my gift for the girl however."

    In has hands are cans of specialty foods for pokemon. They look like the sort of things health nuts might get for their dogs back on earth. It seems he''s not a complete ?ss, just a bad father.

    The store shelves have seemingly hundreds of cans, "Old Birch said I should take special care if I want to get my Zubat all the way to Crobat."

    Sawyer nods, "Certainly, I expect the league will send you a respectable amount. However I personally recommend some of the leaner options. If you intend to ride him then you''ll want him to develop strong muscles over just bulk. However those tend to be sour tasting."

    Oh, "Got any more special tips then?"

    He scratches his chin in a pensive look before glancing past me to the old fellow at the counter whose nose is buried in a magazine, "Fresh blood."

    Excuse me, "Your joking?"

    After checking my reaction, "Golbat drink any blood they can get in the wild, including the occasional unwarry trainer. They drink so much they reach a drunk like state, that''s when you toss some fat burning pills in their mouth. An even balance of Protein and Carb vitamins, you''ll have a monster of a Crobat by the year''s end."

    Spotting the items he''s talking about on the shelves, "That''s a very academic way of training."

    Sawyer gives a single laugh, "Well I got to so many finals for a reason, sure they all say the key is building a great relationship with your pokemon. I won''t discount the importance of trust, its called a team after all. But hard work and research will never let you down."

    Fair enough, "Then do you mind if I ask you the hard question?"

    Without looking at me, "How come I never beat the champ?"

    "That''d be the one."

    He stands and looks me dead in the eye, "Zinnia''s dragons are a force of nature. Anyone whose made it to face the elite four can vouch for that. It was by the slimmest margins Brendan finally beat her and the league requested her to bench some of her heaviest hitters when she stepped down from champ the the four."

    I admit I''m feeling a bit more excited for this whole tournament now, "So what did Brendan have that you didn''t?"

    Sawyer glares out the window into the night sky, "Latios, a legendary dragon pokemon. Sitting champs can''t field Legendary class pokemon or Zinnia would never have been unseated but challengers can pull out all the stops. Luck, Kurt, Brendan had luck."

    The man walks to the clerk then leaves without letting me ask anything else. My dex app pulls up Zinnia, a trainer history shows that she defeated Steven with her Mega-Rayquaza. Its now that I see there is a difference between winning the annual tournament and becoming Region Champion. It seems most upper league officials were Champ at one point.

    Well, personally the list of known legendaries doesn''t seem so appealing anyway, nothing catches my eye. Until I notice a book link, ''Staring down Legends'' by a certain TV protagonist from Pallet Town. Ash, the former Kanto Camp''s new book on his encounters with legendary pokemon around the globe.

    Former?... Hah, dethroned by Misty a few years ago, serves the dimwit right! Apparently her Mega Red Gyarados doesn''t take shit from no one.

    The old timer at the counter coughs, "You gonna stare at your phone or shop mister?"

    "My bad."

    Looking back at the shelves and considering the limited funds I have, I grab two cans that are supposed to boost coloration for bug types and a protein heavy juice for my bat. I don''t see anything for ghost types but there''s a spray for grass types.

    After getting totalled up it seems I may be camping in the woods tonight depending how much a room costs. I still need to use the Pokecenter as well.

    Stepping outside I can''t help gazing up at the starry night sky. This whole day has been a rush of culture and realization that this may just be my life now. Unless some mythical monster decides to ship me back to earth I''m now stuck. Hell there''s even a chance I''m not the only one in this situation.

    After a pause to consider checking for a convenient cow field to let loose my fat Zubat I decide to just get some rest tonight.

    Inside the Pokecenter I find a couple of the folks from the lab earlier loitering about, chatting while their kids, plotting the next day''s adventure.

    At the front desk is a dark blue haired woman chatting with a young male receptionist.

    When I walk up the receptionist grins and gets up to shake my hand, "Hey you''re Kurt right? The Professor told me your room and equipment use is on the lab tonight as you''ll be working with us starting tomorrow. Happy to have a new face on board, I''m Josh by the way."

    How nice to have a career fall in your ??p? There''s your luck Sawyer.

    Feelin the cheerful spirit I give him the manliest forearm shake I can think of, "Glad to be on board mate. I''ve got a hell of a task tomorrow so I hope the room is nice."

    He scratches the back of his head, "Well don''t get those hopes too high, nearly all the rooms are the same save for the top floor for special guest professors during conferences or visiting officials¡­ or people who feel like spending a ton of Poke for no reason."

    The gal next to me chimes in, "Like me, hey there tall and handsome!"

    She''s wearing what I guess is some sort of fashionable dress and posing like an idiot, seems near my age though.

    Leaning over to Josh, "Who is the lady acting like I should recognize her?"

    He seems genuinely shocked, "You''ve never heard of Miss Dawn?"

 Chapter 12 - Embarking

    So this lady posing like a pop star should be one of the sidekick characters from the show. I remember seeing her somewhere, I must not have watched that season or something.

    "Well it''s a p???sur? to meat you Miss, Dawn was it?"

    She seems at a loss to how I haven''t heard of her, "I guess not everyone follows the Contest Circuit, Fashion, or Movies and TV...You live under a Rock for the past fifteen years!?"

    Waving my hands and trying to keep smiling, "Sorry, lost a solid chunk of Memory. Only woke up a couple weeks ago."

    Her eyebrow raises, "How big a chunk?"

    No way she believes me, "Like all of it, just here starting a league run in hopes someone at the end of year tournament recognises me."

    She watches as Josh takes my tray of 3 pokemon to the equipment, "I don''t believe you, I can tell that last bit was a lie. But if you''re here starting then tell me, what kid took the Turtwig I brought to the lab from Sinnoh?"

    I hope I don''t have a tell when I''m bullshitting or something, "May, from Petalburg just up the road."

    Dawn seems even more surprised now, "Like the full grown ?du?t May and not some kid?!"

    This chick is annoying, "Ya that''s the one, said she wants to give the gym circuit a go and challenge her husband as a surprise. Not that it''s any of our business."

    She scoffs, "When a Rival enters a competition it''s always your business."

    The admittedly attractive yet weird woman walks off muttering, "damn her getting married first then deciding to have fun on her own," She dials up someone on her phone, "Cilan dear, remember what we talked about the just other day?... No the other thing¡­ Right, could you send one of those darlings to the Littleroot Lab in Hoenn?"

    Josh returns after a bit with my pokemon, "Here you go Kurt. Say did you intentionally trigger Miss Dawn to enter this year''s league against her long time rival May? The viewership will be insane!"

    Is that what just happened?

    "Of Course, aside from how great it will be, I''ll also have a better chance of someone recognizing me right?"

    This guy couldn''t see the bullshit if I shoved it in his face, "Man thats some quick thinking, you had me going for a minute. I''m surprised she took the hook though, she''s reportedly very clever."

    One last fake laugh for the night, "Well, celebrities and their acts."

    At this point I hear a loud thump from outside. Looking towards the door I see a large red dragon ducking through the sliding door.

    Two horns, massive claws, bright leathery wings, and a striking flame trailing smoke from its tail, "Holy shit a real Charizard¡­"

    Josh hops over the counter, "That''s far enough Big Red, don''t want ya setting off the fire alarm again buddy."

    The Real Fuckin Dragon hands the lobby guy a large box that was strapped to a harness before lumbering back out the door and taking off into the night with a great leap.

    The clerk checks the box before calling over, "Hey Kurt, it''s your prize from the League, for your Zubat."

    Everyone else in the lobby is still going about their business, only a couple kids from out of town seem excited over what just happened.

    Walking over, "So Delivery Dragons is a thing here?"

    He seems confused for a moment before laughing, "Big Red has been dropping off large packages here in Hoenn for at least a decade man."

    An older bellhop brings a wheeled cart over, the box isnt too heavy but I can definitely tell its full to the brim. An elevator with a glass outer wall towards the coast take me up to the fourth floor. At the end of the hall I find a corner room that is surprisingly roomy. The sign on the door interior states guidelines for letting my team enjoy the room outside of the balls.

    Won''t wild pokemon trash a hotel room like a rockstar on cocaine? But sure enough I find couple large animal beds stored under my bed and a large perching tree by the window. There''s even a sandbox running along the base of one window with a large hollowed out rock.

    I can take a hint, "Come on out you three."

    Tesla skitters over to the tree before surveying the room while Blue actually heads into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. Shak flaps once to plop himself onto the master bed before going back to sleep.

    Um no, "Hold on big fella that''s mine."

    Rolling him over even a little reveals the massive amount of shedding blue fur, "Nevermind, help yourself big guy."

    From the bathroom I hear a hair dryer, "Oh nice, if the hotel wasn''t haunted before it sure is now."

    Tesla comes down from the tree and actually knocks on the bathroom.

    The door cracks slightly and Blue gives one of those creepy kid laughs. Tesla raises her front legs up and waves them back and forth. The ghost nods and let''s her in before slamming the door shut again.

    "Well, that''s a thing."

    A wet sounding fart from the bed reminds me of the large box at my feet. I hope it''s got a can of air freshener.

    Inside the package is first, a nice black backpack, the brand is Rydel. Checking on my phone, it is a bike shop in Mauville. The pack has a set of nice aviator sunglasses and a black leather bomber jacket with red striping on the sleeve, the tag claims it''s weather resistant.

    Next is a large, black leather harness, this tag says its for riding flying pokemon. It folds up neatly into a compartment in the backpack. Past that are what look like juice packs. A closer inspection of the labels and they are no bull shit blood packs, but from bulls, Tauros actually.

    Last are a large jar and a pair of reusable nylon elbow length gloves. At the bottom lies a congratulatory note from the league stating how they look forward to my participation at the end of year event.

    "Well if their goal was to motivate me then job well done."

    The blood packs are labeled to be given once per day during the golbat evolution to prevent cases of it feeding on local livestock or being aggressive in town. The jar is filled with a purple sludge.

    "Wash your pokemon first then massage into the fur of your evolving poison pokemon to ease irritation from the molting. Warning, do not use without proper skin protection, if direct contact is made consult a doctor immediately. Only use in ventilated areas."

    Sounds legit enough, "Okay kiddos, bath time then food. Blue open up please."

    Sure enough the stump opens the door with a tilted head and curious eyes.

    I snap my fingers next to Shak''s big ears to wake him up, "Come on big guy, we''re gonna clean ya up so you dont itch. Then I got a treat for ya."

    He seems eager enough and follows me to the tub. Tesla is spread eagle in front of the hairdryer letting it breeze her red hair. Blue leads the way to the shower that already has a few inches of water.

    "Soaking your roots there Blue?"

    He splashes cheerily before making room for Shak. The tub basin looks big enough to fit a full grown deer or a small horse. A secondary standing shower for humans is off to the side.

    My large bat hops in with a bit of a splash and seems to enjoy the water spraying him down. After liberal use of the hotel shampoo it''s time to bust out the sludge. The haunted stump and red bug watch as I slip on the industrial gloves and open a jar that burns the nostrils.

    "Good God!"

    Blue giggles and Tess covers her nose while Shak seems unfazed. I won''t lie, this feels like a level of commitment I wasn''t prepared for. The damn thing even purrs like a cat while I''m scrubbing his blue fur. Getting my hands on his wings and belly makes me surprised at how soft and fluffy he feels once we''re done.

    My phone dings with a notification from the dex app, "Congratulations! Your Zubat has reached 33% of it''s evolution, two more days of rest and he''ll be ready to battle, please refrain from using him in the meantime."

    The ghost pokemon obediently flourishes his stump parts for the herbal spray, and Tesla happily munches on her own food.

    A couch under one of the windows will be my bed for the night. Lying beneath the starlight, thinking of future battles, dates with Lacey, discovering strange new sights...I might really enjoy this life.

    *Buuuuuuurrglrgurlmph...puh*

    As long as Shak sleeps in his ball.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Morning check out has me giving a nervous laugh to the girl at the front desk while apologizing for the massive purple stain on the room sheets from my pokemon.

    "Don''t worry, a couple of ruined sheets is nothing, last week a trainer let his Golem out and the thing decided to jump on the bed! It went through two floors before hitting the lobby. Fortunately most tainers staying here throughout the year are seasoned visitors to the region so quick heads meant no one got hurt."

    This world is insane.

    "Then there was the time a Muk went from room to room invading guests showering to give them a tickle hehe."

    She laughs, but I''m never staying here again!

    Back in the lab Professor Birch is waiting with a large case that seems like I can attach it to my new backpack. Next to him is an all white, 3 foot tall Sandslash, like an albino Sonic the Hedgehog but with a bulging belly.

    The old timer takes a knee, "The fellow here will be helping us Hauilia. He''s gonna take that egg to Steven and then comeback. He''ll make one of your pups Strong."

    She ambles over and sniffs me, then issues a gentle growl before nodding and heading over to an iced rock formation in the corner of the atrium to rest.

    Birch grins, "Well that could have gone much worse. Any way here ya go, Dewford is just south west from here. Once you''re on the water you can''t miss it."

    Which brings the question, "How am I getting there Professor?"

    He laughs, "A boat will be leaving from the pier here in an hour. Its privately owned, one of the trainer''s parents from last night is lending it to ferry some of the kids that way to challenge Shauna."

    "What about Steven, how do I contact him?"

    The old man scowls, "He''s got a cliffside house on the north most part of the beach. Don''t we all wish we could have one. Well best get on the road, leave your number with the front desk so we can monitor your progress. Even in shallow waters you never know what can happen."

    I shake the man''s hand, "Thanks for the job I suppose, look forward to working with ya."

    Another big dude chuckle, "It''s exciting isn''t it, a new stage of science and discovery, trials and adventure. Between you, May and Dawn, I hope this trend of older trainers making a fresh go of it takes off. Sure would give the economy a fresh boom, more money for everyone."

    Ha, "Then we''ll see about Mr.Birch''s seaside mansion. Later professor."

    Outside at the dock I find the bully girl, the tubby lad, the emo rich boy, the princess type and Dawn.

    "How far is the swim?"

 Chapter 13 - Catch and Release

    Alright so this isn''t that bad. The boat that picked us up turned out to belong to princess girl''s family. Honestly I''m impressed, rather than a luxury yacht, this is more of a luxury research vessel.

    My guess is that this thing should be close to a 150 ft long, 35 ft or so wide. There''s enough private rooms for us all, a spa, a vehicle bay, pokecenter equipment, a battle stage. There is even a dedicated crew of five women. The name on the back was the Jolteon.

    At the moment we''re a couple hours from Littleroot. Dawn is sunbathing on the roof deck among the solar panels. Tubs and Bully Gal are having a match, and Emo kid is reading a book.

    I happen to be staring down a gear locker of dive equipment wondering how it is I know every piece of gear in here, how to use it, even enough to recognize that it''s a step above even the highest tech dive suits and tanks back on earth.

    Grabbing a relatively light tank system off the wall, "This rebreather could let ya stay down for six hours."

    "Seems you know what you''re looking at Mr. Kurt."

    Turning around I see the princess girl in a white bathing suit, beach towel, massive sunhat, the whole nine.

    I nod, "You could say that Miss Princess. There something you need? I appreciate the lift to Dewford by the way."

    She smiles, "Wattson, Naomi Wattson is my name."

    Is that a joke? "You''re looking at me like I should recognise the name."

    A frown, "My father is Mayor Wattson of Mauville City. Regardless, if you are familiar with that equipment then I''d like to make a request of you as payment for this little jaunt. Perform well and I''ll even throw some extra poke your way."

    Hired by a pre teen princess, "Sure sounds good I guess. What did you have in mind Miss Watts?"

    "Wattson," clearly confused how the name was difficult, "In that side locker is a dive spear and net along with a knife and other tools. We are taking a rather direct route to the gym and the rest of us need to capture a second pokemon."

    I see, "You want me to scare or drag up some pokemon for you all to battle and catch. Sure thing, suppose I can grab one for myself while I''m at it."

    She gives a sparkling grin, "I''m glad your clever, for myself specifically, I''ve read that this area is home to Clamperl and the rare Frillish has been sighted. Clamperl are rather heavy so of course the ship can send down several support lines. Do you have a pokemon that can support you underwater?"

    Blue doesn''t need air right, "I should manage. Do you know anything else about the area?"

    Naomi steps past me and pulls a map from a dive bag, "We''re almost to this area here, Sea Mauville. A massive wreck that has been left as a nature preserve managed by the League and my family. If you''re an experienced diver then you may find some items among the wreckage. Just don''t get yourself killed down there."

    After handing me the map she heads for a staircase, "I''ll inform the captain we''ll be stopping for a few hours."

    Twenty minutes later and I''m geared up in the vehicle bay with a scuba jet. The kids and Dawn are gathered around while two of the crew ladies are lowering lines down with baskets and extra equipment incase I need it.

    I examine the belt of Dive Balls I''ve just been handed while the kids list their requests.

    Tubby Tommy, "I want something big!"

    Bully Jane shoves him aside, "Something tough!"

    Emo Edgar mutters, "Scary."

    Jane or the Pok¨¦mon he wants?

    Dawn, "Feebas."

    That''s super specific, "Is my phone waterproof?"

    Naomi checks for me, "Yes, although you should get a better one. Infact, help me beat the Dewford gym and I''ll buy you one."

    Sure, "I won''t say no, but you shouldn''t throw poke around like that Miss Watts. It makes others dislike you."

    She scoffs, "As if they could afford me caring."

    Yup, like that.

    A crew gal from the side, "You''re all set Mr. Kurt, good hunting."

    Dawn ushers the kids up, "We''ll be at the back platform for whatever you bring up."

    The water is bright, clear and warm. Swimming towards one of the dive lines, I turn on my scuba jet and descend. Not far away I can see the looming wreckage of a massive platform. All around it are mangroves and kelp, the giant kelp, like off the coast of california.

    From somewhere in the distance echoes a whale call. That''s certainly big but I''m definitely not equipped for that.

    No coral reef it seems, at least not on this side of Hoenn. The light spectrum fades slightly as I reach the sea floor at 30 ft down. Nothing too outlandish, my immediate surroundings are sandy bottom with a few rock outcroppings creating a perimeter.

    As I take a moment to equalize I spot a school of Magikarp swim by. I know what I''m getting the bully. I make my way over to the first lowered gearbox and pull out a net gun.

    Turning around again I''m surprised the Magikarp had actually swam my way. There''s even one with some black and yellow speckling staring at me curiously.

    "Well, thanks for volunteering bud."

    I swear the dumb fish didn''t even register that it had been caught until I was hooking the net to a line to be brought up.

    Hitting a bu??on on the side of my wrist, "Kurt to Ship, first pokemon coming up. Tell Jane I bet she can''t raise a Gyarados."

    The woman acting as diver attendant responds, "Roger that...You''re really giving a little girl a Magikarp?"

    "She deserves that or a swift kick overboard, nah big and mean is just her style."

    Moving along I find the pokemon population a bit sparse until I spot a Krabby scuttling towards the large kelp forest surrounding the wreckage. The scuba jet makes a fair bit of noise so I shut it down while sneaking up.

    The lazy crustacean doesn''t spot me slowly swimming up behind it from rock to rock. Nets away!

    Sure enough the crab is in the bag but without a delay the bugger gets this glint in his eye and then starts snapping the net with his claw!

    Reaching for my belt, "Blue, use astonish."

    A small stump appears right in front of the Krabby, it''s shape warps to a massive toothy maw, his eyes beam with an eerie red glow. The poor crab bastard gets frightened out of his mind and freezes up.

    Moving to quickly get him reeled up I notice a small problem. Blue is starting to float to the surface looking all kinds of confused himself.

    After hooking the net to a return line I swim up to blue and hang a dive weight on each of his branches. A creepy giggle and he''s good to go.

    Hailing the boat again, "Kirk to Enterprise, I''ve got a crab for the lard boy on line two."

    The woman up top audibly sighs, "Wrong ship Kurt, I''m glad that poor boy can''t hear you. Reeling in line two."

    "Alright buddy, we''re looking for a Clamperl and then something cool for ourselves."

    He nods energetically and begins to scan the underwater horizon. Does he even know what a clam looks like?

    Another ten yards towards the wreck at the entrance to the Kelp forest and Blue points up at something in the murky green algae mass.

    The scuba jet has a sort of scan gun attached to the dock for my phone.

    Following Blue''s guidance I hear the app voice ping in my ear, "Skrelp, it blends into rotten seaweed to hide from larger pokemon, if necessary it can spray poison to defend itself."

    Reading down, "Evolves into a dragon type eh, guess I missed that on the list before. Blue let''s go with the same tactic except we''re going all the way this time, I wanna catch it."

    Blue shakes his head and let''s himself drop to the ocean floor. After approaching the base of the giant kelp with the Skrelp he reaches out and sinks his lower body into the algae holdfast.

    I use my app to identify the move, "Ingrain, Phantump is merging with the kelp to absorb health¡­ Grass Knot, plants grow to ensnare the opponent, damage is based on use or weight of the pokemon."

    In a clever but disturbing display, Blue is causing the kelp to wrap around and strangle the poor little seahorse pokemon. It sprays dark bubbles and jets of water but it can''t find it''s attacker as it gets constricted tighter.

    Just as it''s about to pass out I toss out a dive ball, the little guy didn''t have a chance.

    This is the last time I''m swimming with a ghost, "Blue, I got it buddy, um ya, good job."

    Check off dragon I suppose, but this wont help me on land and most dragons have wings.

    It takes thirty minutes of combing the edge of the kelp to avoid getting lines tangled before I find my next target.

    As requested, a Clamperl. It looks like a blob of pink jello nestled in a giant clam.

    I pat my ghost''s head, "Alright, here''s the play, you scare it into its shell, then I''ll wrap it up and send it up."

    Blue hops down and scoots into the kelp for a moment before returning with a bunch of dead seaweed draped all over him, his red eyes peeking out. Buddy sure likes to be dramatic.

    The ghost swims out from around a rock and charges at the Clamperl who instinctively closes up. I quickly swim down and wrap a cord around the shell before giving the line a tug.

    "Kurt here, inform Miss Watts I found her prize. Reel it in."

    Looking around I feel like I''ve seen all I can without heading off line and into the wreck. However If I want to do that then we may not make it to Dewford by sundown. There''s also the part of not having a stronger pokemon, halloween tricks will only go so far until we meet a large pokemon.

    Even as this crosses my mind I get the chills and spin towards the shadowy kelp forest expecting something large and toothy to rush out.

    But nothing does....

    "Let''s go Blue, time to head up." He nods and swims over but elects to keep his costume.

    Whatever, a flash of red and he''s back in his ball. In the distance a school of Carvanha curve in and out of the kelp.

    Back at the site below the boat I get my gear separated back to the lockers to get reeled up.

    When I open the box for the net gun I''m greeted by a pair of large menacing eyes.

    "Holy Hell!" A plume of bubbles escapes my mask.

    I quickly slam the locker back shut. After taking a moment to calm down I crack it back a bit to aim the scanner, I hear the app ping as a tentacle reaches out and tries to grab my arm. On pure reflex I grab the knife from my leg and slash.

    The mini seamonster recoils into the box as the voice enters my mask, "Tentacool, hunts in shallow seas. If you get stabbed by its poison tentacles, rush to the hospital."

    Yup, that counts as scary, "Kurt to pretty lady, reel everything up, I''m done. The net gun box picked up a new resident, keep a safe distance when we haul it in."

    Looking back at the looming wreck in the distance as I swim up, "I''m definitely gonna revisit this place... with my sea dragon."

    Flopping back on board like a beached seal, I find an angry Jane, "Hey bastard, what''s the big idea?"

    I take off my mask and give a single laugh, "I knew you''d be too scared to train a Gyarados."

    "I''m not scared! But how am I supposed to fight a gym battle with a carp?"

    "Hey it''s a pretty carp!"

    Looking at the frustrated teen, something in my head eases back, "Tell you what, I''m sure there''s other pokemon on the island, I''ll help you find one."

    She glares at me, "You better." and storms off to the side to see what else I sent up.

    The crew gal giggles, "Well you have a way with kids. What about this thing."

    She points to the net box that is slightly shaking.

    I grab a zip tie from a work bench and fix it to the lock ring on the box front.

    "I wonder If Edgar likes surprises?"

 Chapter 14 - Team Planning

    While starting to help me strip the dive gear, the crew gal points to a locker across the room that shakes every couple seconds, "What exactly is in there? Thats way too creepy."

    I can''t help chuckling, "A Tentacool, maybe the mopey boy will show more emotion than a wilting house plant."

    Shaking her head, "Whatever, I don''t care if a spoiled brat gets a good fright as long as it isn''t the spoiled brat that signs my paychecks."

    After finding nothing interesting among the Pok¨¦mon for the younger kids, Jane stomps over, "How''s this Mister, as of now you''re on my team until my carp evolves into a dragon"

    "Team?"

    Crew Gal gives me a raised brow before explaining, "The large majority of young trainers team up for their gym run. The parents and league encourage it for safety concerns as well helping kids develop social skills. At the same time budding rivalries make the league stronger as a whole."

    Now entering from the doorway, Princess Wattson, "Exactly, which is what I''ve come to discuss with you Mr. Kurt. You did well today and I spoke to Professor Birch on the phone to get some background info on you."

    That doesn''t sound nice, or very polite.

    She continues, "So after also conferring with my father. My family is prepared to hire you on as a bodyguard per say. Which means he''ll be on MY team, Miss Jane."

    This little Princess just gave the bully girl the dirtiest of side glares.

    Jane actually looks hesitant to protest for some reason.

    The net gun locker rumbles again, startling the girls before they can really get into an argument.

    Having a moment of silence to consider the options I stand up while stripping the dive suit. Both girls immediately turn to face the wall with red faces.

    Crew Gal laughs at them, "He has shorts on ladies."

    I go over and haul the locker onto my shoulder, "How ''bout this, I accept the job Miss Watts. Bossy, you''re on the team too. The two of us will beat up anything that threatens our payday. Oh, and I get to keep the net gun."

    Naomi nods as if she expected this answer, "Excellent, I''ll inform my father." She then skips off towards the stairs.

    Bossy seems like she can''t figure out what just happened.

    After setting my suit back on a rack the Crew Gal brings me the net gun, "Careful using these sort of things too much Mr. Kurt. Arceus frowns on such behavior and will send local guardian pokemon for retribution."

    This sounds like some sort of local religion mumbo jumbo, "You Serious?"

    She seems shocked, "Of course! Why do you think all those nefarious teams that make global headlines seem to fade away almost as quickly as they make a big splash. Lord Arceus is very attentive of the balance. Whether it is a boon of luck to a heroic young trainer or inciting a local powerful pokemon into a rage, Arceus finds a way. History is full of such tales."

    Well I guess I should be wary of PokeJesus, "Thanks I''ll keep that in mind."

    Heading up to the back deck I find the rest of the trainors. Tubs is defending his lunch from a persistent Wingull, and Emo is avoiding the sun like a vampire with his umbrella. Over by the pool Dawn is sitting with her legs soaking, I admit it''s no small wonder she became a model.

    She looks over at me, "No Feebas then, or is it in that box?"

    I set it down on the deck, "Nope this is for the pale kid."

    Edgar perks up and walks over, carefully eying the locker, "My pokemon is inside?"

    "Yup, just open it up and have yourself a battle."

    He shakes his head, "I''ll skip step one."

    What?

    The young lad tosses out a pokeball, a flash of red light reveals a large blue candle.

    Shielding his eyes from the sun he points a the locker, "Wisp, use Ember."

    Just like something out of a cartoon the Candle hops over to the metal container before sending a small torch of flames from its wick.

    The locker begins to shake erratically, a bloom of red heated metal appears on the front.

    Hardly seems fair, "Hey, Hey, you''re kidding right?"

    It plops onto the wooden deck and just collapses there, seeming to breath heavily.

    Edgar tosses out a pokeball, without a single shake it pings to confirm the catch. Assuming that the poor squid is even alive after being boiled.

    "Uh, good job kid¡­ I guess."

    He takes a bow like he was giving a performance before retreating inside from the blaring sunlight.

    Dawn shakes her head, "That boy needs a good lecture on ethics. Anyway what''s the net gun for Kurt?"

    Getting over the live cooking performance I pop open Tesla''s ball, "This. Okay Tess, watch carefully and think of ideas for your webs!"

    My red spider nods eagerly and follows my every movement.

    Considering targets on the deck while I wind the firing mechanism. A pool chair just seems boring. Dawn will probably murder me if I net her, wouldn''t want to accidentally give an international celebrity a concussion either I suppose.

    Tubs is losing ground saving his lunch from the wildlife, "Piss Off you Flying Sea Rattata!"

    Tesla chiters excitedly while Dawn screams, "By Arceus what are you doing?!"

    She rushes over and carefully extricates the Wingull while leaving the poor kid to figure his own way out of the net.

    Dawn gives me a mean look while lovingly stroking the bird to calm it down. Once it relaxes the winged menace even rests it''s head on her ?h?st. It makes no attempt to flee as she grabs a pokeball from her beach bag and captures the pokemon.

    Whatever, "Tommy, stop messing around and bring my net back kid!"

    The chubby child finally breaks free, "What was that for Mr. Kurt?!"

    Freining a hurt look, "Excuse me for trying to help save your lunch."

    He waddles over dragging the net while Dawn scoffs as she heads inside to change.

    Jane speaks up from behind me, "You should go change as well Fatso, that bird lost its own lunch all over your shirt."

    I pat his shoulder, "buck up bud, clean up and then come back to battle the Krabby I found. Think of all the battles you''ll crush once it evolves to Kingler."

    I size her up, five feet tall, denim overalls covering a swimsuit, wild red hair, "We need to work on your attitude Bossy, how old are you anyway?"

    Her grinning face freezes up and she looks like she just ate something sour, "What are you asking for? Too young for you ya creep."

    "Relax walking disaster, let''s say I don''t like swearing in front of toddlers."

    Looking like she could erupt again, "I''m 16 you ancient jackass!"

    That''s a surprize, "I''m a youthful 30ish. So how come you got a late start?"

    She turns away so as not to face me, "Like you''re one to talk."

    Seems I won''t be getting a reason today, "Yup, this is gonna be a great team. I can feel it."

    Honestly not sure why I can''t ignore the hormonal brat.

    Checking on Tesla, the little spark bug is attempting to spread a web between two of her legs and slingshotting a ball of webbing. Of course she only has four legs so she can''t do it without falling over.

    I take one of the elastic cords from the net gun and show her how to shoot it like a rubberband, "Once you figure it out try charging it with some sparks as well."

    Taking the words of the Crew Gal earlier seriously as well as the officer back in Rustboro, I should get used to using my pokemon. Folks don''t seem too keen on personal violence, getting in there and fighting off a pokemon yourself. All conflicts are solved with pokemon battles, the humans of this world seem like they''d be completely lost without pokemon.

    Tesla attempts to copy my method but when she releases the ball it just flops to the floor. Her webs just stretched without any elasticity. She hangs her head low in failure.

    Petting her back, "You''ll work it out girl, keep practicing for a bit."

    She chirps and leans into my hand for a second before getting back to practice.

    A couple hours later and the sun is drifting towards the water horizon. Sitting on a deck chair, feeling the rocking waves and the rumbling of the boat engine. This might be the most relaxed I''ve felt since I woke up in this world.

    At some point Naomi walks up, "So bodyguard, what part of Unova are you from? Your accent is a bit hard to place but it definitely sounds similar to some of my father''s ?ssociates from there."

    I glance at her a moment before looking back to the ocean, "Birch must have left out the extent of my amnesia."

    Her voice goes up an octave, "That can actually happen?! But you seemed fine with the dive equipment."

    "Right, I woke up in the water off Rustboro a month or so ago. I was in the water there, I feel at home on the water now. I must have been some sort of sailor."

    For some reason a dozen Seamen puns crowd my head.. I''ll spare the young girl from those.

    She smiles, unquestionably pretty, "I''ll bet you''ll make a great water type trainer then! Father always says to look for talented future employees. Did you catch anything good for yourself while you were down there?"

    Pointing at the pool, "Is that chlorinated or sea water?"

    Her head tilts, "What''s chlorinated? The water is pumped from the ocean and periodically recycled."

    Alright, chlorine might not be a thing. I will stay far away from public kiddie pools.

    I let loose the dive ball that I ran through the PokeCenter equipment earlier. A spiky brown sea horse appears in the water. It looks warily about, probably scared its going to be strangled again, poor thing.

    Naomi gushes, "Awe she''s adorable!"

    She? "How can you tell the gender?"

    The princess walks up and points towards the rounded horns on its head, "These would be much sharper if it was male. She''s pretty small too, must not be very old."

    Guess that means it will be a long while before evolving.

    Glancing at the young heiress fawning over the sea creature, "Speaking of types though, what kind of Pok¨¦mon team do you want Miss Watts? Wouldn''t hurt to make a plan."

    She sighs, "Wattson, whatever. My family seems fanatic for electric types. However I admire the regality of Fairy types. Of course I''m not silly to the point of ignoring team balance. The journey does climax with the tournament after all and I refuse to put on an embarrassing display like some sheltered glass doll."

    On a poolside chair I reference the dex, "Gardevoir seems tailor fit then... Mega-Altaria, mega again huh. Aside those... Regal and Balance, Alolan Ninetails also nails it. Is it possible for us to make a quick hop to Alola?"

    Naomi relaxes her feet in the water, "Cost isn''t an issue, I don''t see why not. Some might feel its a bit on fair but plenty of trainers use the breeders so... yes, I''ll let my father plan arrangements."

    A door bursts open with a force that makes both Naomi and the Skrelp jump.

    Jane looks around, spotting the small pokemon peeking from the pool, "Perfect, come out Fail Fish, time to Train!"

    The carp appears in the water and lazily starts swimming in a random direction near the edge of the pool.

    I can only roll my eyes, "Skrelp, tackle it from below, out of the pool."

    Fail Fish... doesn''t even see it coming. My Skrelp nervously head bu??s it right out of the pool where it begins to uselessly flop around.

    Whelp, "Guess I won."

 Chapter 15 - Checking Out and In

    The sun is setting as our boat pulls into the harbor. Large hotels stretch down the shoreline, bonfires begin to light up across the beach. Enough teenagers to pass for spring break make any semblance of empty space disappear. Music and the smell of food fill the air as we cruise past the crowds, just out enough to avoid swimmers.

    A particularly mopey redhead teen girl sits on the railing as I walk up to take in the view, "Feeling left out there Bossy? Or are you actually mad about your carp losing earlier?"

    Jane looks back with a scowl, "It''s just a horde of rich pricks. Nothing to be jealous of."

    I admire the lights that begin to light up the hotels and the reflection in the surf, "Oh I dunno, being young, dumb, and carefree sounds kind of nice. Just living life from one moment to the next, no aching joints or responsibilities."

    She hops to the deck, "Whatever old creep."

    While the classic case of troubled teen heads below deck to collect her stuff I take in the whole ocean view. The shadows in the tide while the sun sets over the island, the beach torches, dark waters and ship navigation lights along the occasional private docks. If not for the occasional large animal among the crowd you''d forget this wasn''t earth.

    A part of me worries about whether I''ve forgotten something important. The kid had something, I''m not young, what if I left a family somewhere. I can tell a part of me feels the need to take care of that brat like she was my own daughter or something. I don''t think I''m that old, maybe I had a younger sister or a niece.... But then again Max back in Petalberg can''t have been over 25 and he had a runt.

    Reaching to my shoulder to pet the strange, red, totally not a spider, spider breaks the mood, "Well Tess, looks like this fella is gonna have a classic adventure. With all the teen angst and princess rescuing you could want."

    With hopefully a couple breaks to spend time with the doc.

    Tesla chirps excitedly while rubbing against the side of my head.

    Speaking of the princess, Naomi chooses now to step out, "Ready to be back on shore Mr. Kurt?"

    Giving a nod to the young heiress, "Sure kid. Hey, is it some sort of holiday, what''s with the crowd?"

    She puts a hand on her floppy hat to keep the shore breeze from taking it away as she steps up to the rail. The faintest hint of a pout on her doll like face, a trace of affronted pride.

    Naomi points at the hotels, "The island has always been a popular destination for school breaks. Tourists typically flock the warmer waters east of here. So the older students attending their specialist educations escape here to ...unwind, as my father would say."

    I glance at the young girl, wondering if she understands the myriad of meanings that could include. "Spring break after all then. Well I could ask all sorts of questions about the education system among other things but I''ll find someone a bit older for them. We''re turning to shore now, this must be our dock."

    Pointing at a respectable sized pier, I can see a contingent of vehicles idling and workers standing ready at the bollards to secure our boat. As we approach, one of the crew calls out her own Wingull to start flying over the ropes.

    "Suppose that''s one way to do it."

    The pier connects directly to a large hotel built out from a cliffside ridge. Atop the ridge I can see a forest of trees. As for the hotel itself, already I get the tone of modernistic styling like one may expect from a utopian themed casino. The sort of thing that feels right out of a 90s'' action movie.

    We shuffle down the gangplank and load into the vans for the short drive to the front lobby. I can''t miss the palm trees and ambient lighting. Formally dressed teens walk into the hotel like it was prom night. Large windows confirm my earlier suspicions as I see what look to be rows of slot machines.

    While we get out, a Machoke unloads our bags.

    I ask the driver, "Is there an age law for gambling?"

    He raises an eyebrow, "No sir, what part of training pokemon isn''t a gamble? Least this doesn''t get our partners hurt...usually."

    Naomi glides up beside me, "Our South Ridge Hotel has the best security on the island, its owned by my Aunt Vivica. Last I spoke to her, she told me how her team helped take down a group of professional cheaters that arrived from Celadon."

    Interesting, "I''ll keep away from the blackjack then."

    She tilts her head, "Black Jack?"

    Right, they probably have completely different games.

    As I''m starting to think of what those games could be, a gorgeous woman with a Persian approaches, her high heels clicking against the boardwalk.

    Brushing her violet hair to the side, "Finally my favorite niece comes to visit!"

    Naomi hops a little with a big smile, "Aunt Vivica!"

    She skips over and the woman gives her a slight hug. The other kids are filing out of the van and being led inside. I swear I hear Tubs asking about a buffet.

    Muttering, "Come on kid at least gawk at the older girls in prom dresses a little."

    Jane speaks up behind me, "He''s after cheese curls not girls."

    Bossy has a duffle over her shoulder and is scowling at the other teenagers. Although her gaze stalls on a blonde in a backless dress and her suited up athletic date. Her Sandile snaps at a bellhop that approached to take her bag.

    For a bit of fun I start looking between her and the little croc with my best serious face.

    It only takes a half second for her to get annoyed, "What''s your problem?"

    "I''m trying to predict which of you will bite someone first."

    Naomi giggles and pulls my elbow while Jane just scowls, possibly trying to decide whether to bite me herself or not.

    The young heiress introduces me to her aunt, "This is my new employee Kurt, he''ll be joining my team for this year''s league. The lovely girl over there as well."

    I watch the bombshell of a woman size me up and down, "Nice to meet you Kurt, I''m surprised you''re accompanying my niece. Honestly I expected you to be my challenger for tonight."

    Once more Naomi steps in to explain, "Aunty is a Worlds gym leader, you need a certain number of championship points to compete at all and there are far more gyms for the world cup."

    A voice behind us speaks up, "I''ll be your challenger tonight Miss Vivica."

    The slim man with spiky hair is actually unloading a duffel bag from the mouth of a giant pelican, er pelipper. The pokemon even has a saddle strapped between it''s massive wings.

    He gives the bird a snack before letting it take off to enjoy the beach. As he walks up I spot a green tauros logo on his shirt under his red vest. This world''s version of Red Bull? Wonder if there''s sponsorships.

    Vivica offers her hand, "You must be Cobra then."

    He happily shakes her hand, "Birdkeeper Cobra, ready to challen,"

    "Get your hands off my wife, bird boy!"

    A gruff man with ragged green hair stumbles out of the casino, a strange grass skirted sumo wrestler catches him from eating the pavement.

    Vivica''s eyes radiate fury, "Dammit Brawly I''m not your wife anymore, get that through your stupid head. Where are the kids?! If you''re here gambling during your weekend with them then you can kiss any custody goodbye!"

    He belches before mumbling, "I always come to your matches, what are you talking about?"

    The hotel owner looks to the sky, probably praying to someone she doesn''t lose it and hit the drunkard.

    She turns to the Pok¨¦mon, "Hariyama, get this piece of shit home to that girl Tessa."

    Brawly lifts his head up, "Shauna, and she''s still at the gym right now with the kids."

    Vivica opens a pokeball while glaring at her ex, "which is where you should be if you weren''t so busy gambling, drinking, and sticking your hands up waitress skirts!"

    A short haired, purple cat with two tails appears.

    "Espy, head to the gym and make sure the kids get home safe."

    The pokemon and the drunk walk towards the town.

    Vivica turns back to us, some of her regal bearing clearly lost, "Sorry, I need to go make a call. Get situated in your rooms then enjoy the seaside restaurant. Cobra and I will have our match in two hours once more guests arrive to enjoy the show. Thank Arceus the camera crew is setting up in the arena!"

    She gives Naomi a quick hug before heading inside, the quick click of her high heels giving away her hurried pace.

    Whelp I no longer have any doubts about how real this world is. I doubt custody battles are a typical feature in game worlds.

    Cobra chuckles awkwardly, "suppose I''ll get some food before my match."

    As he walks in I decide to take a page from the experienced trainers book and let out my mostly evolved Golbat.

    He''s freaking massive, at 5 feet tall and still growing, "Wake up Shak, go get ya some food in the woods and look for a good spot to train or catch Pok¨¦mon in the morning."

    Shak yawns but there''s a look of excitement in his big eyes, he flaps once and is off to hunt.

    Jane laughs, "I think he''s big enough to swallow Edgar whole!"

    Naomi smiles like she heard nothing, "shall we find our room?"

    One of the hotel workers hands me my backpack, "must be nice having a cake job like your''s. Hell, if anything bad happened the Greater Mauville Holdings mascot would swope in before you even need to do anything."

    Before I can ask what he means another bellhop elbows him, "Watch your mouth calling a legendary bird a mascot! I don''t want to get struck by its damn lightning just for standing near your dumb ?ss."

    Quick search of my b?r?ly existing game knowledge, "They have a fu?k?n? Zapdos!?"

    The first bellhop nods, "ya dude, that little girl''s grandfather caught it just over a decade ago, the next day he announced his retirement."

    Other bellhop, "Said he finished his list of life goals, can you believe it? Now the thing patrols the sky in the region keeping an eye on the Wattson family interests, you can bet the princess is top priority."

    At this point I can only sigh, "Thanks for the heads up."

    Inside the hotel and casino lobby we bypass the check in line for regular visitors and walk straight to the front desk. Honestly this is the sort of treatment I could definitely get used to. The feeling is quickly shunted to the side as an Alakazam in a suit hands me my room key. Like, what do I even say in this situation?

    Naomi calls over, "Something wrong with your key Kurt?"

    "No, nothing wrong," I turn to the strange, mustached pokemon, "Thank you."

    He nods, "Kazam."

    Dawn, who seemed to be fussing over her luggage for the last twenty minutes, seems to clue into my thoughts, "Most casinos use psychic pokemon to help prevent cheating. I bet that guy at the front deck is watching the entire game floor while munching on snacks and helping the receptionists."

    Somehow that feels like exploiting free labor, "Does he get paid?"

    When Dawn shrugs, Naomi answers for her, "He gets his own executive suite and basically anything he asks for."

    At this point a voice like Batman''s butler Alfred sounds in my head, "Thank you for the concern but I ?ssure you I''m quite alright. Really I should feel guilty for how well they take care of me in exchange for the simple tasks they require of me. Have a pleasant stay."

    I wave back and try not to give away how supremely creeped out I am.

    Boss Jane punches me in the arm as we get in the elevator, "You need to snap out of it, can you believe it? We get to watch a live World Cup qualifier battle tonight!"

 Chapter 16 - Fun for Everyone

    We get off at the top floor, instead of a hallway there is a small lobby with a fountain and four arch framed double doors in each corner of the room. Naomi leads the way to the one on our immediate right.

    She unlocks the door with her key card, "I always get the same penthouse, there''s enough private rooms for us each to pick one."

    The suite has a massive central lounge, a full kitchen, balcony pool area, the works. Feeling the need to open every door I find this place has a complete spa room and each bedroom has its own bathroom.

    "The plumbing here must be insane."

    Jane gives me an odd look, "Yup, you''re an old man."

    A knock at the front door stops me from firing back.

    Naomi calls from her room, "That should be for you two, I requested a tailor."

    I glance at my bargain bin outfit and immediately head for the door.

    Answering as the next knock hits reveals a startled, mustached man in a burgundy suit with tape measures. Strangly I swear I''ve seen this guy before.

    He smooths his glossy brown hair, "Hello I''m Jonathan, you must be Kurt, and that lass over there must be Miss Jane."

    Honestly I''m excited at the prospect of decent clothes that haven''t been worn threadbare by other owners.

    The man walks in and sets some of his measures on the counter before taking out a notepad, "alright, Miss Wattson has graciously offered to cover the bill. However I''m to recommend we put together something practical as you two are on a League run. So no gowns for the dinner tonight Miss Jane."

    I b?r?ly catch the laugh in my throat but not without her noticing.

    Bossy practically growls, "after you old man."

    Shrugging, I turn to the tailor, "I like red, black, and grey. I want something that works in the desert and the snow. Jeans are fine by me, and I''d like it if I can modify this jacket the League sent me. Lose the logo on the back and up the all weather factor if possible."

    His eyebrows raise, "A tall order in a short time. What about you Miss Jane."

    The poor tomboy actually looks at her hair with a hint of blush, "I''m fine with whatever the little princess suggests. Um, I don''t suppose you can cut hair?"

    Naomi calls from her room once more, "They may as well match Mr. Van Ness, as long as they lose the street thug look."

    Jonathan seems to study Jane as she slowly turns redder, "I did hair long before clothes, leave it to me little lady. Now go take a seat in the spa dressing room, both of you."

    Just shy of an hour later, Jane and I look like a pair from the trendiest biker gang imaginable. Black leather jackets, hers is cropped above the midriff, red shirts, again hers is cropped revealing some skin. Also black cargo pants, her''s have pointless zippers and are way too tight¡­ Along with the fresh haircuts I think this girl cheated to show off downstairs.

    To the man responsible, "If I had to say, I doubt she''ll have much fun in that if we visit anywhere icey."

    Jane rolls her eyes while putting on a pair of wedged sneakers, "You looked at a map lately old man? There''s nowhere cold enough for natural snow in Hoenn."

    The stylist nods while leaning on the counter, "Exactly, and I really doubt Miss Wattson will mind the slide in practicality in favor of being ready to Slay the hunnies downstairs."

    Naomi also joins us in the living room, white blonde hair done up in a spiky bun, extravagant white dress made of leaf patterns, and crystal heels.

    I sigh, "You''re too young to pick up boys downstairs Miss Watts. Nothing about that is practical at all."

    She sticks out her tongue, "Of course I have a change of clothes for tomorrow. You two look the part that''s for sure. Shall we head down? Fantastic work as always Mr. Van Ness."

    What ever, at least I can finally get a drink. Even back with Lacy, all she kept was wine. Not my style.

    Downstairs in the lobby Naomi shoos me away, "Kurt, Jane will be sufficient until the battle show."

    Jane snorts, "She means your too old to party. Shall we princess?"

    Strangely the punk girl offers her arm to escort Naomi towards the ballroom. Certainly a sight to see a biker girl leading a miniature ice queen, I thought they despised each other. Guess I had a bad read.

    Stepping onto the casino floor and grabbing a whisky drink from the tray of a passing Chimecho, I survey the games. Slots dominate the space, afar I see card tables, roulette wheels, even tvs broadcasting fights. Too bad I only have an hour and not a lot of Poke.

    An elderly voice, the Alakazam, "If I may suggest the fourth slot machine on the electric row Mr. Kurt."

    Suppose it really did appreciate my concern earlier.

    Tesla chitters excitedly from my shoulder as we navigate the rows of machines covered in brilliant lights and exciting sounds.

    The fourth machine among the ones featuring images of all kinds of electric Pokemon sits vacant. Tess hops to my ??p and taps the display enthusiastically. It plays even for 10 odd minutes before the images of Magnemites line up center. Bells ring, coins spill out, and a small voucher prints. It reads 25% off an electric TM!

    Instead of numbers it has the regional dex, type, and stage. This time I kill a decent half hour before finally the little metal ball lands on all my bets. Admittedly a safe set, Crobat, Flying, Stage 3.

    The Gothorita running the table cheers for me and passes my winnings. Fresh with success and a rumbling stomach, it''s time to cash out and order food before the show.

    The prize table is next to a large golden Meowth fountain. On the wall is a lengthy list of physical prizes; special pokeballs, charms, TMs, evolution stones, mega stones, even rare Pokemon eggs. Thinking it through I opt to prepare for the local gym, grabbing a Miracle Seed for Blue, and TM73 Thunderwave for Tesla. I''m left with enough to make a small gain for the evening thanks to that voucher.

    While they fetch my items I examine the super expensive Pokemon egg list. It includes an Aerodactyl fossil, Spheal egg, Bagon, Ralts, Rufflet, Shinx, Munchlax, Aron, Abra, Mareep, Larvitar, Elekid, Magby, Cleffa, Phanpy, Houndour, Dratini, and finally Pichu.

    Of course some of those have appeal but I''m not sure my feisty luck would hold out for them.

    The fellow working the counter comes back with a mini usb device and a small golden acorn. Turns out real TMs are video tutorials on how to train moves for applicable pokemon. Each one is fingerprint coded to prevent resale, and they can be viewed on center computers or better phones than mine.

    Tess seems more interested in the seed.

    "Not for you missy, this goes to Blue. Let''s go fetch the girls and get some food."

    The ballroom below a set of curved stairs is packed with hopping youths, one wall is open to the beach outside. On the big stage is a pop rock group with a white haired female vocalist, female guitar, and twin blonde males on the bass and drums. The tune is definitely something you can jump to, which means there''s no way Naomi is in the¡­. Or not.

    Off to the side edge of the near moshing front I can see the princess jumping with her fists in the air while a somewhat frazzled looking Jane is fending off the more aggressive moshers while holding Naomi''s heels.

    Guess I better pull them out before Jane uses those shoes to shank someone. As I walk along the edge the song comes to an end.

    The lead songstress screams out, "Ya''ll having a great time?"

    Teens cheer away their angst.

    She continues, "Once again I''m Roxie and we are Venoshock!"

    Another eruption from the youths.

    Guitar chords start, "Let''s get out a couple more songs for our boy''s hometown."

    The drummer yells to his mic, "Alright Hoenn there''s a fight tonight by why wait?! Let''s tear down the roof with a massive circle pit, LET''S GO! Let em hear ya clear in Mauville!"

    Just as the usually prim and proper princess looks to take off into the madness I yank her and Jane out to the safety lane.

    Massive drum and bass lines start to pound while I signal its time to go.

    Back in the lobby Naomi seems out of breath and annoyed, "My twin cousins were about to go Off, Kurt!"

    Jane collapses on a bench, "I''m not a qualified sumo wrestler to do that anymore tonight."

    Suddenly feeling sure I was some sort of father before, "Get cleaned up for dinner and meet me back at the front desk. I''m sure you have reserved seats for the battle."

    While waiting I let Blue out, my reflexes are all that stops him from bolting onto the casino floor to cause mayhem.

    Holding him by his stump, "Look here bud this shiny seed will boost your grass type moves."

    His red wisp eyes brighten on sight of the golden seed. A branch sprouts from the back of his head like a crooked horn. The tip splits and I place the seed there, it closes in a spiral now looking like a christmas elf hat bell.

    He slips my grasp but slowly moves along the lobby wall bit by bit like a strange potted plant. Finally he arrives at an actual potted plant and hides within. Tesla taps my head and points towards an approaching couple, teen boy and girl.

    Like fate the guy pauses next to Blue''s hiding spot to take a drink. When the girl looks away, a sneaky branch slips under the lad''s glass and tips it up quickly. He sputters and coughs, spilling juice all down his front and splashing some on her dress. They both embarrassingly try to retreat away to the elevators, after that who knows.

    Blue gives a signature giggle and returns to my side before giving me the victory signal with his shadowy hands.

    "Jeez, get in the ball Blue. Tesla, don''t get any ideas!"

    My pokeball closes up just as my companions return. At this point Dawn, Edgar, and Tommy reunite with us as well.

    Dawn presents a knockout smile, "Thanks for the invitation Miss Wattson, we''ll be happy to join you in your booth for the main event tonight."

    Aside from us, other groups begin to congregate in the lobby from both the casino floor and the ballroom, some even seem to be fresh from the beach.

    A grand archway of lights and palm trees leads to a mostly outdoor restaurant and arena set against a cove at the cliff''s edge. We take stone steps up to a decent sized room carved right into the cliff face above everyone else.

    The fighting area is marked out to be a tidal zone consisting of flat or jagged rocks amongst sandy stretches and pools of water revealed by the retreating waveline. Wild Pokemon are being ushered away by a Vaporeon and a pair of Corphish.

    Menus are brought to our balcony side tables, it''s mostly seafood. Surprisingly I find myself disinclined towards fish and the like opting instead for a Stantler steak. When I first got here I was surprised folk ate Pokemon but then again, what else is there.

    While the girls chat, Tommy orders a second plate, Edgar stares off into the distant horizon thinking who knows what.

    Finally the lights dim as two figures step towards natural rock platforms at either end of the arena. Camera crews aim from their posts, and a girl bounds out front.

    Her mint hair and outfit done up like some kind of idol, "Hey everyone, Lisia here to bring you another exciting World Pokemon Championship qualifier here in the Hoenn region! So I hope you''re excited folks, let''s meet Vivica''s challenger!"

 Chapter 17 - Thunder Cats

    Lisia skips through the sand over to the challengers platform, "Birdkeeper Cobra, swooping in from the Kalos Region and here to face Vivica''s great tide pool arena, where the rocks are sharp and just finding a place to put your feet can be a challenge in itself. Sand or surf, one misstep and you''ll lose all advantage. You need cat like reflexes to fight on these rocks, so of course Miss Vivica will give Cobra a run for his money with her pretty kitties!"

    She hops back towards the restaurant, "But first, we are in a casino! That means everything is up to luck, let''s spin that fancey wheel and find out what kind of battle we''ll see tonight!"

    Vivica gives a bow and wave towards Cobra, he stoicly nods and trots over to a massive spinning wheel thats been brought out from who knows where. On it I can make out over a dozen symbols. Cobra reach up and gives it a big spin. It rapidly rotates, the click of the arrow taping against the pegs.

    Finally the wheel slows to stop, the crowd below gives an ooooh and then a cheer.

    Lisia belts out, "There you have it folks, right in between Little Cup and Full Team Royal. This fight will be a Triple Team, no Megas!"

    Cobra runs back to his rock after trading some pokeballs in his bag and showing them to a league official.

    A waitress brings out a tray to Vivica, "Alright Cobra, here''s my team. Give us a good show Boys!"

    Three flashes of light beam onto the rocks in front of her, the screen mounted in our table automatically pulls up dex displays for each pokemon.

    A lean black lion, Luxray. Standing on its hind legs, a blue male Meowstic. Last, what looks like a hulking mash up of a gorilla and a white tiger, Incineroar!

    The crowd erupts with a chant, "Ivan! Ivan! Ivan! Ivan!"

    Taping the screen on the big boy shows he''s a shiny Pokemon, and one of the available league starters from the Alolan region.

    I look to Naomi, "He seems Popular."

    Jane cuts in, "Ivan is a power house inferno, Vivica rarely loses when he''s on the field."

    Miss Watts agrees, "When father got her the shiny Litten to celebrate the birth of her daughter, aunty wouldn''t stop hugging him for three hours. Ivan is super protective of my younger cousin. The Meowstic helps watch her little boy, its named Azure. Luthor the Luxray has been with aunty since she won the Sinnoh Invitational years ago."

    Dawn scowls, "Barely, I would have won if that damn cat wasn''t so fast."

    Cobra calls out his Pok¨¦mon, the dex screens change. One massive owl, Decidueye, perches on a jagged pillar. A big penguin, Empoleon, steps onto the beach. Last a burning hawk, Talonflame takes to the sky.

    Edgar sighs, "Cobra''s got more fire power but the type advantage may be on Vivica''s side."

    The League official steps onto the beach, "Trainers are you ready?"

    A silent but confidant nod from them both.

    "Then let the match begin!"

    Cheers erupt from the crowd once more.

    Vivica takes initiative, "Set the field boys!"

    Meowstic drifts to cover behind a rock as a low mist enshrouds the field. The dex app pings identifying the move, Misty Terrain. Another ping as Luxray roars, static sparks flicker all through the mist, Electric terrain. Only the tallest rocks peek through the fulminating fog.

    Dawn huffs, "This nasty combo again."

    Cobra seems undaunted, "Damask bring in the tide!"

    Ooohs come from the crowd as the official retreats to a wooden stage.

    Lisia calls out, "Look there folks! A massive tide surge is coming back in, there goes the sandy spots!"

    Waves crash up the jagged rocks causing eddies in the sparkling mist. Ping, Watersport.

    The bird keeper calls, "Talon, Find that Meowstic, Robin don''t let the luxray close distance."

    Vivica responds as the first attacks volley across the field, "Azure clip the talonflame''s wings, Luthor build up some speed, Ivan get ready."

    Visible pulses of blue energy in rings blast into the sky at the swooping hawk, it dodges with a big loop but has now spotted its prey.

    Pings from the dex; Psybeam, acrobatics.

    Streams of blue lightning bounce from rock to rock as the luxray builds pressure, green arrows from the decidueye trace past the black lion keeping it on its toes. Ping; Charge, Leaf blades.

    The talonflame makes a breathtaking dive. Ping; Brave Bird.

    Vivica smirks, "Copycat. You''re on Ivan."

    Just as the Talon flame reaches its target the Meowstic vanishes into the shadows and a massive white tiger springs out of the mist slamming the hawk into its arms.

    Gasps, cheers, everyone is eating it up.

    Cobra yells, "No Damask Hydro,"

    A pained screech echoes out as the Luxray slams into the Empoleon that was about to make his move then viciously chomps down.

    Ping; Wild Charge, Thunder Fang.

    Lisia riles up the crowd more, "What a brutal surge by Vivica, she''s dominating early. But can Cobra change the tide?!"

    Cobra calls out, "Back him up Robin, stop that cat!"

    The empoleon''s wings shimmer in the moonlight as he counter attacks the luxray. He hops back just as dark feathers missile into the cat''s shadow, he seems unable to move. Ping; Steel wing, Spirit Shackle

    Vivica, "Azure knock out that owl! Luthor chargeback up."

    Cobra, "Now''s your shot Damask, Hydro Cannon!"

    Lisia howls, "It''s a Double Knockout! We''re down to two on two, things are looking dire for Vivica now."

    Meanwhile the Decidueye and Meowstic are trading shots, neither landing an attack as they seem to teleport among the shadows of the rocky water field.

    Cobra calls, "Damask you''re still in this Fight!"

    Vivica interrupts, "That''s what you think, Luthor, Discharge!"

    A blinding pulse of blue lightning blasts away the remaining mist revealing a stunned Empoleon collapsing into the water from a rock.

    Lisia, "Empoleon is down! It''s two verse one!"

    The challenger isn''t done yet, "Robin, Feather Dance the meowstic and take out that Luxray!"

    Where the owl disappears a cloud of feathers materialize just as the meowstic lands in pursuit. From a nearby rock green leaves shoot into the side of Luthor sending him into the tide.

    More cheers, Lisia, "This fight is still on! Luxray is out! Can Cobra take the win?!"

    I glance at Dawn, "Does Cobra have it?"

    She shakes her head, "Type advantage can really bite your ?ss."

    While Meostic swipes away the last feathers, Vivica calls out, "Fun House!"

    The blue cat''s eyes glow and the whole field seems to slow to a crawl, waves crash in slow motion. Ping; Trick Room

    Vivica, "Now end that bird!"

    Cobra, "Not this time, Shadow Sneak!"

    A pulse of blue energy aims for the decidueye as it visibly descends into its own shadow. Rocks shatter away as a cat yowls in pain. Behind the Meowstic is Robin as it kicks the opponent into the sea just as time seems to return to normal.

    Gasps, the crowd goes quiet. Meostic floats belly up.

    The Official, "Meowstic is unable to battle, Birdkeeper Cobra wins!"

    With tide pulling back out, Vivica strolls across the sand. Head still high, a smile on her face.

    She shakes cobra''s hand, "Well fought, I''m proud to hand over the Pride Badge."

    Cameras flash, Lisia runs over, "An Amazing battle, the waves, the sparks, the shadows and flames! Feathers and Fur collided and Birdkeeper Cobra Takes the Win! Thoughts on the fight you two?"

    Vivica grins, "He did a fantastic job of keeping his head in the match."

    Cobra stalls slightly in the face of several cameras, "This is a fantastic gym arena, along with Vivica''s tricks.I can already say I would love to battle here again sometime! That wheel had some fun sounding formats for sure."

    Lisia hones in on the winner, "So what''s next for you?"

    He leans back from the pressing idol, "Well I''ve got an appointment in a couple weeks to battle Wallace for his Rain Badge."

    Missy doesn''t seem satisfied, "Oh, fighting my uncle huh? What about my gym or the Hoenn Invitational?"

    Cobra chuckles, "It comes down to timing and points, we''ll see where the wind blows as the year progresses."

    She relents and turns back to the cameras, "Well I hope to see more of this bird boy this year, but that''s all for tonight folks have a great night and look forward to our contining coverage of exciting matches in Hoenn!"

    The cameras lower, Vivica shakes Cobra''s hand again before parting. Lisia leads hm towards the bar.

    I ask Dawn, "So what is this Invitational?"

    A raised brow, "Get hit upside the head with a rock or something?"

    Charming isn''t she.

    Jane speaks up, "Maybe you should get a sign around your neck old man."

    Naomi supplies an answer, "Each region has an annual tournament for World points and local pride. There are two brackets, experienced locals and visitors. Once two trainers reach the top of their brackets they battle. Winner takes three worlds points, those rounding out the top 5 get one point. It''s held in the fall, you need at least three points in that region to participate."

    Sounds like I won''t be joining that fun anytime soon then. However, "Dawn does that mean you and May will enter?"

    She grins, "You bet, I''ll actually be having a match with Vivica in a few days. We''ve agreed beforehand to have a Little Cup match. That means the Pokemon can''t be evolved."

    Naomi seems excited while the others don''t look interested.

    Vivica arrives to join us for the rest of dinner, and 30 minutes later so does my zubat. Literally crashing the party as he fumbles into the balcony, tired and chubby.

    I chuckle embarrassingly, "Well I think it''s time to call it a night eh?"

    The night passes peacefully to the ambiance of waves. It takes a while to fall asleep while remembering the crazy fight and choking on zubat gas.

    Morning sunlight bathes my room, zubat is still out cold, blue is best kept in his ball in towns, Tesla seems ready for the day however.

    "Let''s check out this Thunderwave T M until the others wake up."

    She hops to my head and watches seriously the room pc screen. The video shows a menu of pokemon, Tesla chirps and points to a Joltik icon.

    We watch as a little yellow spider crouches in the center of a field of webs and releases a pulse of electricity.

    Soon everyone else is up and relaxing in the lounge. Naomi, whos playing with her Flabebe, says she has plans with Vivica today so it''s just me and Jane.

    The town is much calmer this morning, some kids are out surfing, old folks fishing off the pier, families are building sandcastles at the beach with their pokemon.

    Jane seems a bit down from the scenery so I pat her back, "Hey, what kind of Pokemon do you think we''ll find ya today? Once we make this delivery the rest of the day is up to you."

    Pumping her fist in determination, "Princess said this Steven guy is the authority on boss steel types, a former World Champ even!"

    Thirty minutes later and were staring at a cliffside mansion that looks to be welded together from massive metal plates. Statues of pokemon line a yard of blue tropical plants and metal water features. There''s even a few steel type Pokemon enjoying the yard.

    A Lairon herds a troop of small Aron, while a Metang cleans a fountain.. At the front door we find a waiting Dawn and Edgar, guess were not the only visitors today.

 Chapter 18 - Hunting Precious Metals

    Edgar spots us first and says something to Dawn who turns towards us. Like she can''t help it, she makes sure to smile and flare out her hair. I can see how she became a successful model.

    Jane elbows my ribs, "She doesn''t really go adventuring in that tiny pink skirt does she?!"

    Alright, one of us needs to get our heads out of the gutter.

    I wave at them, "Hey, guess you guys had business here too?"

    Dawn shakes her head, "Not officially."

    Edgar speaks up, "When it comes to Steel types, there''s one man to ask."

    A firm voice comes through the opening door, "And that would be me, Steven Stone. What can I do for you kids today?"

    He steps out, sharp metallic blue suit, sharp silver beard, sharp grey eyes, this older gentleman could cut you with his gaze alone.

    Edgar bows, "Grand Uncle, I''ve come for research."

    Dawn seems shocked, "You''re still sharp looking as ever Mr. Stone. I was hoping to take you up on that offer from years ago. I''m looking for a Mawile."

    While the surprise from Edgar is one thing, I''m on the clock. Funny she want''s a Mawile though, too bad this one is taken.

    I bring my bag around, "I''m delivering this egg, hopefully Professor Birch has spoken to you. Also my companion here was counting on you to tip us off where we can find some Pokemon as well."

    The gentlemen chuckles, "First you should be a Wikstom lad, How is your grandfather?"

    Edgar nods, "His bones don''t know how old he is, sir."

    Steven continues, "I remember his son married Fantina in Sinnoh, which brings us to the now famous Miss Dawn."

    She smiles as he points to the egg in my hands, "This one is for my granddaughter but you shouldn''t have issue reigning in a wild one. I may have just the opportunity for all of you. Come inside."

    We''re brought towards a study lined with bookshelves and fancy metal sculptures. Steven points Edgar to the books and the lad quickly steps over to a bookshelf near an empty suit of armor on display.

    Our host smiles, "So that''s what he''s after." Turning towards me, "Place the egg on the desk along with whatever that scamp Sawyer sent along. Birch told me the project you''ll be taking part in, I''m to help you out but I''ll actually sweeten the deal if you do a little job for me today. It''ll even help your partner there."

    A knock at the door.

    He grins, "Right on cue."

    Poking his head in is an older lad, probably early twenties, in a set of hiking gear, "Mr. Stone, I''m Marius, I called ahead from the Institute."

    Steven beckons him over, "This lad is working on his graduate project for Slateport''s Oceanography school. He''s going to explore a region on the south east side of the island for a shipwreck hidden along the coast. You all are going to escort him and help out. The hidden caves are more likely to have what you are looking for, in this instance that Includes you, young Wikstrom."

    Edgar looks over his book, "What kind of shipwreck?"

    Marius excitedly stands up, "Pirates! I have notes from a couple old journals, island surveys, and port filings that lead me to believe that a famous Buccaneer, Blade Beard, made his hideout b?r?ly more than an hour''s drive from here."

    Steven stands up and pulls some items our from his desk, "So Mr. Kurt, accompany the student to his hidden treasure and I''ll grant you an island king''s ransom as its fitting for such a tale."

    On the table is a jar of reddish pellets, and two data chips, one clearly a T M.

    With enough said, fifteen minutes later we are loaded in a 4wd van and heading to the southern side of the island. Marius is driving while Edgar helps him navigate the old maps compared to the modern gps.

    Realizing we''re likely heading for a cave I can''t help but lament that Shak is still hibernating on my hotel bed.

    Dawn takes the moment to slide over between Me and Jane, "So Kurt, can''t remember anything about yourself right? Well, I happen to be good at measuring people up. By my estimate you''re somewhere between 30 and 35, strangely perfect health, and good with kids. Any evidence you had or have a wife? What about current girlfriend?"

    I recall her jealous comment about May back in Littleroot, "I washed up with nothing in Rustboro, met a great gal there, she''s a doctor. Maybe I had kids myself, I can only hope to remember or be recognised."

    Jane seems surprised while listening in. That or she''s distracted by Dawn''s b?r? legs invading the hell out of her personal space.

    Dawn leans back but then closes in further, "So you''re not sure if you are married at the moment, but that didn''t stop you from picking up a girl soon as you woke up. And there was a lie right at the end there. Why didn''t you try to get on camera during the show match if that''s your goal? Miss Wattson could easily have arranged it."

    Stevens not the only sharp one. Not like anyone in this world could possibly recognise me.

    I call up to Edgar, "We getting close?"

    Marius answers, "This old trail curves around the next point in a minute, there should be a narrow inlet and shoal. You couldn''t sail in unless it was peak tide and at low tide the hideout entrance would have been large enough to maneuver a boat into."

    Dawn takes the hint and doesn''t press further for now.

    Driving along a steep cliff side we arrive above a narrow cravase. We can see water streaming out towards the ocean. The trail however curves back inland.

    The grad student stops the car, "Looks like we''re on foot from here, luckily it seems we''ll catch the cove a little while before low tide."

    Making our way through the brush, Tesla and Dawn''s Snivy fends off wild Pokemon while her Wingull scouts ahead.

    Rope gets us down the cliff at a short section, before us is a beautiful oasis of a cove inside this slot canyon. A few small waterfalls pour in. Taillow fly from nests in the cliff walls, a few Corphish are dueling, a Quagsire is relaxing on a wet rock.

    The sand is incredible pristine and soft, Dawn lets some fall through her fingers.

    She whistles, "This is the type they bag up and make beds for ground type Pokemon, we should definitely take some with us when we leave¡­. Hey, Feebas! Winry, scoop one up for me!"

    While theres no sign of a cave at first glance there are indeed odd pale fish circling the cove. The wingull gives an excited caw before diving at the fish. It takes a few tries but she does succeed at tossing one ashore. A toss of a pokeball and Dawn has her third Pokemon.

    Waiting for the tide to finish rolling out, Jane let''s her sandile trade blows with the feisty lobsters.

    Twenty minutes and Marius walks over pointing at the opposite cliff and a bunch of rubble beneath one of the water falls. I think our entrance has collapsed, there''s a chance we can still make way below the waterline.

    Edgar, Jane and I release our water Pokemon to check it out. They come back nodding for us to follow them.

    "Guess it''s time to get wet, hope you packed some shorts."

    Dawn laughs, "My outfit is designed for land or water, let''s go, my Mawile awaits!"

    I''ve got shorts in my bag, Jane was wearing a red two piece under her outfit that seems to distract Edgar.

    Finally some actual emotion from the lad, "You got shorts Eddy?"

    He jumps, "Um yes, I have a swim suit. Where might we change?"

    My turn to laugh, "Tess make a close line between those palm saplings."

    She makes the webbing and returns for head pats, now it''s finally time she gets in her pokeball.

    Taking out a camp blanket from my bag I hang it over the thread, "There you can change after me."

    After a bit he emerges in a striped tank top and shorts outfit, definitely an odd duck.

    Diving in reveals a narrow tunnel under two leaning boulders.

    I resurface, "This definitely falls under the dangerous side of diving, got any air tanks in that fancy pack Marius?"

    He actually nods, "I expected we might dive on the wreck. I have some mini rebreathers Only ¡­ I just bought 4."

    Welp, "Jane and Dawn split one, Edgar and...why are you shaking your head?"

    The brat looks down right scared, "people should share such things, that''s how you get sick!"

    Everyone just stares at the sheltered rich brat.

    Dawn swims back ashore and whispers something in his ear. His face turns red and he immediately shakes his head. She frowns a fraction of a second before whispering closer into his ear. This time he gulps visibly and slowly nods.

    She turns to the group, "I''ll share with Edgar, the rest of you all have your own. We won''t have a spare."

    With my suspicions I look to see if Jane is feels a lost opportunity, but she seems not to care either way.

    Back to the more pressing matter.

    I''m not quite sold, "Let''s have the Pokemon make sure it goes through first."

    It''s five mins later they pop back up.

    Having Skrelp, Magicarp, and Tentacool line up, "Is the tunnel short?"

    Skrelp and Tentacool nod, Magicarp gives a blank stare.

    Okay, "Are there pockets of breathable air in the tunnel?"

    The first two shake their heads, Magicarp nods.

    Um, "Did you see the ship?"

    Two nods and a shake¡­

    Whatever, "Was there any dangerous Pok¨¦mon?"

    Three nods.

    I think I figured it out, "Jane this carp is your soulmate."

    The Magicarp nods, the other two and Jane seem confused.

    A moment passes before the rebellious girl punches me in the shoulder, "Can it old man!"

    Swimming towards the cave, "Alright I''ll lead with my Skrelp, Jane stay right behind me, then Marius, Edgar, and last is Dawn with Tentacool. Stay sharp. Marius do you have a Pok¨¦mon."

    He pulls out a dive ball, "Ofcourse, help us out Sealeo!"

    A large, blue sea lion appears.

    That works, "Alright we''re all heading through this tunnel, please lead the way Sealeo. Watch out for other mean Pok¨¦mon."

    One by one we dive into the narrow tunnel, sure enough I can see with my dive light that we only need to swim a few yards.

    As we progress I try to keep an eye on everyone. About the third time I look back to check on everyone bump into Skrelp ahead of me. Shining the light forward I b?r?ly catch the edge of a shadow moving past the exit.

    Sealeo looks back, I point forward in confirmation.

    There''s a brief hesitation before he steels himself and charges forward. Skrelp and I race after him.

    Past the exit the hidden lagoon opens up, narrow beams of light penetrate the darkness from small holes the cavern ceiling. Now I see them, Sealeo is chasing away a school of Carvanha.

    As the rest of the group exits the tunnel and swims for the surface, I watch the Pok¨¦mon dash towards the hull of a ship with its front buried down into the lagoon floor. Its back half is jutting above the water line. A large pillar of light shines down on it, a collapse of the cave roof must have slammed the ship and created this eerie scene.

    A shoreline at the edge of the cave isn''t too far away, a ruined pier even stretches towards the wreck.

    Checking on Sealeo I find him racing back my way clearly afraid. No need to wonder long, a pair of Sharpedo jet from behind the submerged portion of the ship. One is absolutely Massive!

    Kicking towards the surface, the moment my head breaks water I tear out my rebreather and yell, "Swim for your damn lives!"

 Chapter 19 - All that Glitters

    Its comes down to relative speed. How fast can our group swim to the nearby shore versus the Sharpedo close distance from the wreck.

    Watching everyone file out from the tunnel, not good!

    Jane surfaces next to me and spots the approching shark fins, "Oh fu?k!"

    No shit, "Get them moving! Skrelp smokescreen!"

    The threat disappears opposite a large plum of black ink.

    Dawn drags the lagging Edgar, Marius seems fine. The problem is Jane, she''s clumsily trying to do better than dog paddle while her Magicarp nudges her attempting to help.

    I swim up beside her and pull her along. Peeking back I spot the first Sharpedo dashing around the ink cloud while the hulk one bursts out of the center only a few yards away.

    Hitting the rock shore I start pulling myself and Jane up. A second glance over my shoulder and the Sharpedo is right there, mouth opening. Fear, a spike in adrenaline, time seems to slow in awe of its teeth.

    I''m ashore, Jane just behind, but Sharpedo launches from the water!

    Jane''s eyes are wide with tears as an orange and yellow hero slams into the side of the encroaching maw!

    The shark b?r?ly misses, slamming the side of the bank, Magicarp tumbles onto the shore and flails about.

    Jane screams, "Fail Fish!" Before dashing over.

    From the water I hear a squeak, "Relp!"

    Skrelp is at the water''s edge while the other shark fin closes in. I quickly click her pokeball, a flash of light, the doom fin slows. The two terrors menacingly pace a moment before diving back towards the wreck.

    A frantic girl is hugging the life from a poor fish beside me while crying out, "not a failure! You''re the King of Carps!"

    Taking a deep breath and patting her head, "Alright, give him a break. He''s earned it. You''re safe and those gills don''t work on land."

    Checking the rest I''m distracted by a blue seal lion with a rastafarian hat. Nope just Sealio and Tentacool. The others look alright, Dawn is already surveying the cave.

    Marius is breathing heavy, "That was a Mega-Sharpedo! It''s mega stone must be down there somewhere."

    Be my guest, "I won''t stop you from diving back in to look. What do you want on your tombstone?"

    He stalls, "Sharpedo aren''t normally that aggressive, this must be their nest."

    No, you think?

    Dawn echoes my thoughts, "That was a bit obvious but it doesn''t matter, we aren''t here for the fish."

    She points ahead, "There''s a man made tunnel just before the dock. Whatever is in there is likely in better condition than the wreck."

    I agree, "Safer too, plus the Pok¨¦mon we''re after could be deeper into the cave. Any sign like tracks?"

    Now that we get a proper look around, dim light, mostly flat stone, a few stalags. A few zubat are resting up above. On the ground among the layer of dust I can see a few tracks here and there.

    Dawn begins scanning the ground with here phone camera.

    The pokedex app pings, the voice of an elder butler, "Tracks belonging to Aron detected Madam."

    She ignores my snickering, "looks like we''re good for steel types. Let''s move forward. I mentioned Mawile so I claim the first one, what about you guys?"

    I turn to Jane who glances at me before speaking up, "I was looking in the dex during the drive, I''m going for Onix."

    Nice, "Are we able to take down something that big?"

    Dawn nods, "The average size is probably not as big as you''re thinking. With your Phantump and her Sandile it shouldn''t be an issue, just wear it down and keep moving."

    Jane pulls her clothes out of her bag which reminds me I''d rather not battle rock and steel Pok¨¦mon while b?r?foot.

    Also on that note, "Come on out Blue."

    My favorite stump appears giving a salute with his little shadow hands. Then he does a circle around me looking for something.

    Ah, "Tess isn''t quite suited for fighting big rocks. I''ll let her out later."

    He shrugs before excitedly bolting deeper into the cave.

    Moving on we find that the tunnel gently slopes down. Not far along there is a natural side tunnel branching off where Blue is waiting.

    It only goes a few yards before becoming too small to stand in. Shining a light reveals a Geodude that escapes into the dark.

    Further down the main shaft we find another tunnel, this one a bit off the ground and curving up. At first we don''t see anything but Blue floats up and dusts off the shell of a hibernating Aron.

    Dawn whispers, "It looks like a small hive. If we do get in a battle down here let''s hope we don''t wake them up."

    Finally the main tunnel ends in a wooden wall with a large set of double doors like an old town gate. Blue is searching every inch of it to find out how to get it open.

    Marius tries peaking through the seem, "The path curves, there are two metal bars across the back of the door."

    Dawn takes a look, "You said this pirate was named Blade Beard? There are nicks in those bars. I bet he just lifted them with his sword."

    She steps back, "Come out Snivy. Use vine whip to lift these bars."

    The small green lizard appears and thin vines sprout from the foliage along its collar.

    Dawn has a smug grin while the door swings open up until the point when the left side just falls forward, the hinges long rusted away.

    Fortunately it doesn''t make much noise but the cloud of dirt causes a few coughs and a very dusty fashion model.

    Around the bend we find doors lining either side of the tunnel. Some shut, some ajar, shattered, or laying on the floor. Bedrooms by the look, each barren but Blue seems determined to investigate.

    We race forward and find Blue wrestling with a small purple imp. On sight of us it jumps back and retreats under the ruined bed.

    Edgar identifies it, "Sableye, just annoying little fiends."

    He turns to move on, an audible ''sable'' comes from in the room. I equate it to a ''screw you too pal.''

    Finally the main tunnel comes to what looks like a collapse with the top part somewhat open.

    Grimacing, "looks like we can squeeze through, but it''s definitely dangerous."

    Our employer steps back, "we can turn back, no need to do anything risky. Now that we''ve found the place I can get approved for an official excavation and archaeological survey from the institute."

    I check on Jane, an unresigned determination is in her eyes but she doesn''t seem confident to speak out.

    Dawn catches my eye line, "You two can search ahead. Us three will stay back for safety. If anything exciting happens, Sandile can dig you out as long it''s not catastrophic."

    The crawl space stretches for about five yards. What worries me, is that there''s light at the end, flickering like a lit fire.

    A lantern hanging in the round room casts light on a partial collapse of the ceiling to one side, where the Onix came in. The wall of the room is veined with gold and carved with some sort of art.

    Onix has it''s head propped up on a wooden locker with intricate decorations. There''s not quite enough height to the ceiling for it to effectively battle.

    Carefully and as silent as possible I slide down into the room. I signal Jane to be quiet as I drop down.

    Whispering, "Blue, Ingrain, see if you can quietly dig up some roots to tie him down."

    Blue nods and takes up position to the side.

    Pulling out my net ball, a flash and Tesla appears. I cover her mouth before she can chitter happily, "sneaky time girl, get some webs ready for the big guy."

    My red spiderling crawls over and gently begins to cast out strings.

    Jane takes position in front of the Onix with her Sandile while checking information in her dex one last time. She reaches into her bag and after a moment of thought pulls out a black pokeball with blue bumps.

    She takes a breath, nods to me then points at Onix, "Mud Slap!"

    I follow up, "Grass Knot, Spider Webs!"

    Roots spring from the floor, webs fall from the ceiling, a torrent of wet earth slams into Onix''s head.

    Anger permeates a dreadful roar!

    Lifting it''s head and attempting to violently thrash about, it''s body is over six yards and veined with the same gold as the room.

    Attempting to lunge forward it''s caught by the roots and webs, slamming it''s head onto the floor. The whole cave shakes, dirt rains from the ceiling.

    Jane stands firm, "Keep up the mud and dirt Sandile! This glitzy golden girl will be ours."

    How can she tell, nevermind, some of the webs are tearing loose!

    Onix heaves forward with all its might. Sandile rolls away but the giant rock snake skips off the ground and continues towards Jane.

    She''s deer in headlights!

    Leaping forward I grab her arm, "move it kid!"

    Debris pelts my side, we skid across the floor. Rock snake hits the wall, the lantern falls to the floor but doesn''t go out.

    Onix has turned towards my Joltik.

    Time to swap, "Tess enough, Skrelp I need a squirt gun."

    Dual flashes, a dangerous seahorse appears unsteady and confused. Carefully picking her up I point at the Onix.

    "Water gun!"

    A narrow jet of murky water sprays the big rock causing it to recoil. Vines finally resprout around it, tangling it in place.

    Jane calls, "King come out!"

    Wait, what?

    The bicolor fish appears flopping helplessly.

    She picks him up, "Tackle!"

    And throws him¡­.

    Now we''re just being silly, "let''s put away the water Pok¨¦mon. Finish with Sandile and then go for the catch!"

    The waterbreathers go back to their balls and Sandile sends a fresh shot of dirt and mud into Onix''s face. It''s rooted to the ground and blinded by muck.

    Jane throws her ball, "You''re coming with me now!"

    A burst of blue light and all that remains is a gently shaking ball in some mud. With a low ping it signals success.

    With yet unseen excitement, "Yes! How''s fu?kin that old man?! We did it!"

    She wasn''t looking at me just then¡­

    Daddy issues later, "Nice, your Sandile was on point with those mud shots."

    Jane turns around and runs to hug her little croc, "Great work bud!" Then spinning towards me, "Thanks for the help Kurt, and for saving my ?ss there."

    Grinning, "Someone needs to. Now I believe we have some real life buried pirate treasure to check out!"

    Little golden nuggets are scattered everywhere, the treasure ?h?st was knocked towards one wall. I head for the box while Jane starts digging into the main pile that has some coins mixed in.

    Dark wood, an odd prism mounted on top reflecting light from the lanturn. Old leather binds, hinges look strong, and locked tight.

    Blue gives his creepy giggle.

    I show him the lock, "think ya can crack it bud? Awesome fight by the way!"

    While he''s playing with the box Jane yelps.

    "You alright?!"

    She slowly turns, "Um, I''m not dreaming right?"

    In her arms is a brilliant pearl, bigger than any of my Pok¨¦mon.

    Blue giggles behind me, the sound of a latch opening.

    Light pours out of the ?h?st in a rainbow of colors. Four, fist sized gems and a smaller one rest in royal purple cloth, each gently glowing.

    A carving on the inside of the lid depicts a sun and moon cycle.

    Marius'' distant voice calls from where we came, "Are you coming back? We heard fighting then cheering."

 Chapter 20 - Cannonball Run

    Jane cradles the pearl, "What should we do?!"

    I can only laugh, "Exactly how do you plan to hide that thing. It''s not like I can just shove this ?h?st down my pants and tell Dawn I was thinking about her. It''ll be hard enough just getting anything back out the crawl space we used to get in here."

    She dejectedly plops to the floor on the pile of nuggets, "Ouch! I always dreamt a pile of gold would be amazing to swim in. Something just jabbed my ribs."

    While she reaches under her back I call out to the rest of our party, "We''re fine, found a bunch of stuff, trying to figure out how to get it out."

    Junior pirate queen pulls out a four pointed star coin and tosses it towards me, "let''s just load up pockets and that box and have Sandile drag it out."

    Looking at her high fashion leather pants, "My pockets you mean, you''ve got nowhere to hide anything."

    The still burning lantern draws my attention. It''s round with crudely made glass, the top opens revealing a small red orb that gives off a gentle flame.

    May as well take this too, turning to look for rope I spot Jane pouring nuggets down her shirt, "You don''t even have the ...equipment to keep anything in there."

    If looks could kill, "Can it Kurt, how come you''re not loading your lockbox to the max?"

    Rolling my eyes, "Another thing you''re forgetting, we have to swim back out past those Sharpedo. Have sandile widen the hole for now."

    Calling back to Marius, "You guys should come in here, it''s seems safe enough at the moment."

    Three more join us on this side. Marius is shocked at the gold but quickly gets drawn to the carvings on the wall. Edgar asks to look at the lamp, Dawn examines the lockbox.

    Marius asks, "Have you checked these yet Kurt? It shows legendary pokemon!"

    Sure enough they show scenes of Lugia, some it''s saving people, others it''s sinking ships. One shows an actual flock of Lugia circling worshippers.

    Scratching my chin scruff, "Looks like clues to a nest site maybe?"

    Marius nods, "Exactly, this is unprecedented, there are old professors in the Orange Islands that would swim all the way here to see this."

    Dawn speaks up, "So our pirate legend was more than just a thief. Hey, I want the prism scale off this box, any objections?"

    Jane protests, "What?! We found,"

    Edgar cuts in, "I''ll take the lamp with those Dawn and Dusk Stones."

    Well I don''t even know what they are or if I could use them, "Mind explaining Dawn? Also, can we even take anything Marius?"

    The grad student sighs, "These walls and the box carvings are the only things the Institute will value, gold and evolution items aren''t even that rare."

    Dawn nods, "Exactly, the scale is for my Feebas, Edgar''s picks are for his ghost types. The Sun and Moon stones along with whatever the red gem is are all your''s Kurt. Also, Miss Priss, the gold here is enough to afford you a hot motorcycle to match your outfit but not much beyond."

    Guess that''s fair enough, at least they intend to use them, "Fine by me, Jane keep your big pearl ¡­ and this red gem, maybe Princess can have it made into jewelry for you."

    As I consider how to get the most out of here I flip the coin Jane threw at me earlier.

    Marius whistles, "Hey Kurt, those star shaped amulet coins are pretty rare. Supposedly they bring good fortune."

    This thing that looks like a ninja star? That''s some gaudy bling, but on that note, maybe I should scoop up enough to buy Lacy something. A bit early for a ring though.

    Anyway, "No doubt it makes a fine keychain, Jane let''s get a few handfuls of gold into our bags and move towards the ship. Steven said whatever Dawn and Edgar wanted should be down here and they certainly aren''t in this hole."

    She mopes while I place the stones in my bag, "I feel like we did work just to be robbed."

    This kid, "Did you forget that glittery Onix you just caught already?"

    Dawn perks up, "Oh, a shiny Onix? Mr. Kurt you must be a human shiny charm! Sure you don''t want to ditch mini bitch and the princess for my team?"

    I laugh, "Lady, you''re doing the wrong kind of gold digging right now."

    She pouts but moves on to sift the pile for any last rarities. Unfortunately, aside from a few coins collectors may value, that''s all there is. After everyone loads up their bags as much as they dare, we head back up the tunnel.

    Jane''s bag is bursting at the seams. I consider saying something but Blue stops abruptly up ahead.

    The light reveals a single Aron in the middle of the path, glaring towards us. Blue looks ready to rumble but I ain''t looking to fend off a hive of these buggers.

    I take out the dusk ball and click it. The flash startles the Aron, but it mellows once seeing my ghost Pok¨¦mon is gone.

    Trying to walk around it as much as the cave walls let me, "steady there bud, just passing by."

    We all shift by except Edgar who apparently was more interested in the lamp he''s holding.

    A strange bark and, "what in Arceus'' name?!"

    With a thud the poor lad flops to the ground, Aron growls near his feet. He pulls out a pokeball, "Nocturne use captivate!"

    Litwick appears, it''s flame a gentle purple. Softly the fire dances back and forth, colors shifting with reds and pinks. Aron just losses focus, eyes locked on the candle light.

    Edgar gets up and whispers, "let''s go!"

    We travel the remainder of the tunnel with an extra tag along. Litwick hops to keep pace while her audience of one mindlessly trails.

    Back in the main cavern Edgar gives a rather special change of command, "far enough, use Night shade."

    The small flames brightly erupt forming the shape of a dragon skull that roars at the little Aron.

    Snapped from the daze it takes off running back down the tunnel with several yelps.

    That''s one way to do it, "Eddy, you planning to raise a Ghost team?"

    He picks some dust from his shirt, "Indeed, I will be taking over my family''s abandoned gym in Kalos. I''m actually a bit jealous of your Phantump Mr. Kurt."

    As you should be, "eh, I''m sure you''ll put together a great team."

    On cue one of the Sharpedo fins breaks the water nearby.

    Jane gives a nervous chuckle, "mind if I wait here?"

    Actually, "sure, warn us if anything unexpected comes out of the tunnel or the water."

    I take out my net ball, "Tesla, start stringing up this pier, I don''t feel like swimming again just yet."

    She chirps and gets a quick snuggle before hopping to work. Lines of silk get cast out over the old planks.

    Carefully we make our way out. The webs and strings are a bit sticky but it''s better than this thing falling to pieces on us. At the end, Tess sends a few lines at the ship, catching on the side rails in the air. It''s maybe a ten foot gap.

    Dawn calls out her snivy and with deceptive ease it wraps the same rails with a vine.

    Alight time to channel Indy, "well here''s the part where we heroically swing onto the near vertical ship. Y''all still feeling brave?"

    Dawn laughs and jumps, with an acrobat''s grace she swings across. Thankfully the tide is still low that the sharks won''t be snapping her rather nice bu??.

    Edgar coughs, "um, Mr. Kurt, mind if I borrow your web line?"

    Right, that candle isn''t gonna get him anywhere, "go for it kid, don''t fumble the landing in front of the girl."

    Of all things so far, that line makes him straighten his back, "of course."

    He swings, catches the ladder of a rail, and his foot slips. Dawn grabs his arm and pulls him back.

    I can''t see from here but, I imagine that was embarrassing for him.

    Alright my turn, "Tess can I get more strings?"

    My puppy sized spider chirps once and sits on the dock, spent I guess.

    "You did great today girl, get some rest."

    She returns to her ball which then goes into my pack along with any other loose items.

    Dawn sees what I''m doing, "I''m not sure the old planks can handle you long jumping Kurt."

    Pfft, "well now that you''ve gone and jinxed it."

    I knock on a wooden post but it snaps¡­.Shit.

    A few steps back, a last glance around the cave. Old dock, dark water, shark fins, sleeping bats, vertical sunk pirate ship.

    "Yippee ki yay."

    One step, two, three, ''Crack!''

    "Shit!" I leap from the crumbling plank with my other unsteady foot. Okay more of drop.

    ""Kurt!"" Voices yell.

    Forward momentum gets me to the boat just above the waterline, I reach for the rail. It also snaps!

    With a crash I slam into the side of the ship. The rotted wood just can''t stop me as I break through. Stay ropes catch me in a tangle as water pours in the hole I made. Teeth chomp at the edges allowing more water to gush in.

    The hold of the ship is dark, there''s a chem light in my bag.

    A soft green glow illuminates empty cargo nets. The water level is a few feet below but I''m not sticking around to see that change. Above me is a hallway and stairs.

    I yell out, "I''m fine, I''m climbing up."

    Checking myself¡­ huh, b?r?ly some scratches. Not gonna risk thinking I''m Captain America for now, probably just the wet wood.

    The ropes cut away easy enough and other nets make navigating the room no issue. The problem is the 90 degree rotation on the stairs.

    Wrapping myself with a net I bring around my bag and pull out the dusk ball.

    Blue appears in the net and looks around lazily. I can sense the exhaustion in his movements and the dim glow of his eyes.

    "Sorry partner, busy day it seems. Can your Ingrain help me get up and past that door in the ceiling?"

    He stretches his little ghost arms and floats towards the would be stairs. His form sinks into the wooden planks, creaks and groans echo out. Like a true haunted ship, boards pop loose or snap, and the door falls off its hinges to the water below me.

    Where there''s a Will there''s a Wisp I guess.

    He floats back towards me and flops on my shoulder, "Nice job Blue, have a good rest."

    I return him to the pokeball and begin crawling up the boards like monkey bars on a playground.

    Thankfully everything holds this time. This room appears to be a galley, benches and tables clutter my side while cabinets line the walls.

    More doors up and down, but thankfully a gaping hole in the former ceiling leads outside towards the main deck. An odd mist is cascading past the opening.

    From it I hear Edgar, "Noct, use Will O Wisp!"

    Dawn, "That won''t work right now, you''d have to clear the Misty Terrain. Litleo use Ember."

    A crash against the deck, dust drifts down inside my room.

    Guess I''m missing the fun. When did she get a Litleo?

    Shoving over a bench let''s me climb up to poke my head out. Shattered masts below and what should be the captains quarters above. Through a dusty window I spot a gout of orange fire light. A stray rope for the sails sways from the door, I grab it as it passes by.

    I''m definitely getting my gym workout today.

    Feeling the burn in my arms I continue my ascent on this ?ss up ship. Sticking my head past yet another door I find Dawn and Edgar with their Pokemon. On a sideways, misty battlefield of rotten wood and dusty glass that would make Doctor Strange proud.

    Across the way is a Mawile wearing a pirate hat and a massive cutlass.. On the blade''s hilt, an eye narrows menacingly.

 Chapter 21 - Yo Ho, Yo Ho!

    The small fairy Pokemon with the fancy hat dances about the room to evade the bursts of flame coming from Litleo and the pyrotechnic swirls of Litwick. This pirate ballerina lightly steps between panes of dusty glass veiled in mist as she closes distance.

    My instinct is to call out one of my already exhausted Pokemon to help, but really this is Edgar and Dawn''s fight. This is part of the pokemon trainer experience.

    Mawile swings the Honedge out by the sash attached to its hilt, Litleo has to dodge back from the sudden ranged attack. At the same time Mawile leans back, her black hair splitting to reveal the creepy jaw that snaps at Litwick. The glowing disney prop swiftly hops away.

    The sword whips it''s sash, spinning Mawile around and tossing her towards the lion cub. Alright Dexa give me a play by play. My phone pings; "Swords Dance, Iron Head"

    Litleo dodges again, Mawile let''s go and flips to round house the poor kitten. Ping; "Play Rough"

    Dawn yells out, "They''re separated, use tackle!"

    Edgar calls, "Night Shade!"

    Litleo gets in a clean hit as Mawile was recovering from the missed kick.

    Litwick sends a skull of flames at the Honedge but it disappears into the mist. Ping; "Shadow Sneak."

    A cry from Litwick as it gets sent airborne by a sword piecing up from it''s shadow. Honedge slowly sinks back into the mist. Mawile is still showing off it''s best MMA moves while Litleo hops around and spits small bursts of flame to fend her off.

    I shake my head, "No idea bud,"

    A chill crawls up my spine.

    Eddy yells, "Look out!"

    I whip around just as a blade exits the wall behind me! Missing it''s target, it begins to reel back.

    "Oh hell no!."

    I hop forward and grab the blade by the back and pull. Slowly I win the strangest game of tug o war. Once the hand guard is visible I twist the blade and grab the sword by the hilt. The strange squid like eye glares at me hatefully.

    A ding rings out as I flick the blade, "Bad Pirate Sword, you''re going in timeout."

    I stab the Pokemon into the wall hard enough to bury the blade six inches. It struggles to break loose.

    Making way, "That won''t hold it long Eddy."

    He nods, "Noct, Fire Spin!."

    The little blue candle creates a fountain of swirling blue flames that engulf the Honedge. Eventually the wall breaks but the sword just falls to the floor, it''s sash heavily singed and the blade charred black. Edgar tosses a freakin luxury ball!

    On the opposite side of the room the Mawile is also worn out and trying to pat out the embers on her hat. Dawn also tosses a luxury ball.

    Both pokeballs ping to signal success. Dawn picks up the hat and carefully crosses the room, tossing it to me on the way.

    I brush the last of the soot off and plop it onto Eddy''s head, "Good fight kid, if you''re lucky Marius will let ya keep the hat."

    He rolls his eyes,"Somehow I think it''s not my style, I''ll leave the historical artifacts for the museum."

    Looking up at the rest of the sideways room, a four post bed is anchored to the wall, and on the ceiling is an old writing desk. The drawers are long gone but something is hanging from an attached candlestick.

    I''m done climbing today, "Dawn, Can your snivy fetch whatever that is dangling up there?"

    She gives me a scowl but complys. Snivy also gives me a dirty look.

    It''s not my fault pokemon are so useful.

    The vine brings the object to Dawn, she looks it over, "I think it''s a bell, made of some kind of jade."

    A gentle ringing fills the room when she gives it a flick.

    ¡­ Nothing happens, not that I really expected anything to but there''s still some disappointment in my adventurous soul.

    Sighing, "Alright, let''s get out of here and call,"

    Some dude outside yells, "Who the fu?k are you kids?!"

    Of course. I look out the window on the floor. The dude is dismounting his submersible black jet ski while a massive Tentacruel is glaring away the Sharpedo. Our visitor certainly looks like a modern day pirate with his blue do-rag and salt stained shirt.

    He levels a net gun at Sealeo, "Doesn''t matter, I''ll just take that seal and send you to the Sharpedo. The big gal is always up for a meal."

    While I''m trying to think of a way to literally swing to the rescue with the mainsail rope I notice the water below start to spin. Ping; "Whirlpool"

    Dexa is still active? Not the important point Kurt!

    Below, the Tentacruel let''s out a growl of warning. The whirlpool reaches it but the beast of a squid seems unfazed.

    Pirate dude keeps the net aimed at Marius while looking over, "Aim an Acid Spray, force it out!"

    A jet of black sludge sprays into the water but is quickly dispersed. Ping; "Dhelmise, Anchor Shot."

    A What?

    Water geysers up as a massive anchor rockets into the side of Tentacruel! A chain of seaweed follows it up and begins to wrap the big squid. Ping; "Wrap."

    No shit, but here''s our chance. I yell down, "Steal his ride!"

    Jane doesn''t even hesitate, she grabs Marius and makes for the dive vehicle.

    The pirate dipshit is caught unsure what to do, "Tentacruel Constrict that thing, and spray that bitch!."

    Oh shit!

    Tentacruel tangles with the kelp and looks to spray the shoreline only to instead cry in pain. Ping; "Giga Drain."

    The two onshore reach the ride, the pirate fires his net but Sealeo sprays it away with a jet of water. Ping; "Brine"

    Looking back, "Grab on, we''re taking the fast way out. Eddy put that pirate hat back on."

    Our favorite junior redhead steers close to the boat, Marius sitting behind her. I''m watching those hands mister.

    Dawn elbows me, "Let''s Go!"

    I kick us off, first it''s just the drop¡­, the rope snaps taught, we swing out over the open water, the rope frays apart before we even let go!

    Splash!

    Dawn and I pop up, Eddy is knocked out but floating beside us. The sounds of two massive Pokemon battling shake the cave, Zubat start swarming around the ceiling in fright.

    Jane brings our ride over, "Kurt I don''t know how this thing dives."

    I pull myself up, there''s only room for two, "Hop off Mario, grab Eddy and tie what''s left of that rope to the cleat there."

    Thankfully the rich boy wakes up in time to grab the rope himself, with the three of them in tow I dive the vehicle. The tunnel out is narrow, I have to check my speed so as not to lose my tagalongs on the rocks.

    Sunlight up a head, the end of the tunnel. Once clear of rocks the others let go and race to the surface, I take up Jane and I.

    Everyone else is breathing heavy, "I figure we''ve got at least a five minute lead to get out of here."

    The others start swimming to shore while I check the compartments of the jetski.

    Jane asks, "Should we get moving?"

    Nothing is locked, the first one is empty, probably for the net gun or spare tank. I check for the box we found and see that Marius is actually trying to shove it into his bag.

    "I expect to see that back at Steven''s place!."

    He seems confused, "You''re not staying here are you?"

    Shaking my head, "That dude was clearly a bad guy, I''m taking this ride out around the coast to turn it in. I''ll meet you guys in a couple hours."

    I look back, Jane clutches the seat, "I''m staying with you."

    Whatever, I open the second compartment and let out a whistle. Inside are two nets filled with Pokeballs, Lure Balls, and one that''s set aside, carefully wrapped in a towel. I grab that one one and leave the rest for later.

    Jane peaks over, "I bet he was farming pokemon nests, that''s illegal. The net of empty balls were probably for all the Carvanha in the cave."

    She picks up one of the balls with the lit indicator and taps her phone against it. The stock dex voice, "Would you like to register this Corphish?"

    Her eyes arch, then she looks to me.

    I shrug, "Not like anyone will know, and you''ll need more water types later this year when we hit the east Hoenn cities. But let''s get out of here first, you can do it on the way."

    The incoming tide makes navigating the narrow inlet tricky but nothing I can''t handle. Before we know it we''re zipping along the coast around the southern tip of the island.

    Jane watches surfers enjoying the fantastic weather, "Hey Old Man, today...we''re on, like a real adventure ya?"

    Hidden caves, pirate treasure, dangerous monsters, haunted ship, angry bad guy, daring escape.

    "You bet kid, crazy aint it?!"

    She laughs, "you know I spent most of last year locked up? Never saw much besides my cell and the fenced in exercise yard. The other brats talked about traveling across the country and stuff¡­ but I never thought I''d be here. They used to push me around¡­"

    Kiddie prison eh? "Well right now you''re on a ride along the beautiful island coast. Got your own Pokemon, got a job, got a handsome old dude looking out for ya. Forget those kids, they didn''t see you jack some pirate''s ride earlier or battle an Onix."

    A head rests against my back, "Shut up and drive Kurt."

    I laugh, "Bet miss princess would have been impressed. You can play things up for her later, I got your back."

    My joke earns me a light punch to the ribs.

    Thirty minutes later and I''m talking to a coast guard ranger. He was skeptical at first but perked right up when I told him I was on contract from Mr. Stone with the Oceanographic institute. They impounded the dive jet but handed me all the unused Lure balls as a finder''s reward. Not sure what I''ll need 45 of them for, but I suppose I''ll pick up a nice fishing rod later.

    Twenty or so Corphish will be returned to their seasonal nesting ground. The ranger said the pirate dude may have been a remnant of the old Team Aqua gang.

    When we arrive back at Steven''s office, Marius is gushing over the jade bell we found.

    "I''m telling you Mr. Stone, accounting for the carvings in that treasure room, this should be a Tidal Bell!"

    I miss Taco Bell.

    Steven sighs, "Something worrisome then. Welcome back Kurt, Jane."

    I give a lazy salute, Jane does a half ?ssed, nervous bow thing. I chuckle.

    Dawn chimes in, "Murry won''t let us keep the hat, the bell, or the box itself but everything else is on the table."

    Figured that, "Well, way to spoil the fun, Eddy looked great in that hat."

    The boy chokes on his drink.

    Mr. Stone, "As for the gold, and collectables, I welcome you to exchange them with me for their market value. Saves you the trouble of finding and dealing with an auction house or bank exchange fee."

    Jane clutches her backpack like a mother hen and her egg.

    Chuckling, "This is definitely easier kiddo, and I''m sure Mr. Stone has better uses of his time than to short change a little girl."

    Reluctantly she pulls from her back the pearl the size of a coconut. Dawn falls out of her chair. What catches Steven''s eyes however, is the red gemstone I set on the desk.

    He pulls a lens from his desk, "A Star Piece, ain''t seen one of these in over 10 years."

    I shrug, "Don''t tell me the price, I''m having it set in something."

    All told, I get 50k transferred to my account, Jane gets 75k. The girl padded her swimsuit with rocks....must have learned that in juvie.

 Chapter 22 - Red Rebels

    Before we leave, Steven also hands over a bag of special Pokemon food for steel types, plus the data chips for the incubator and the move Gyro Ball. Along with instructions for us to come back once we have more gym badges. He''ll help Jane evolve her Onix to Steelix.

    Dawn seems annoyed about something as we separate at the front gates. Her eyes slightly glaring and she''s biting her fingernail.

    Oh please you''re a grown woman.

    I step in front of her, "Out with it girly I ain''t got all day."

    While I sound serious there''s no hiding my joking grin.

    She clicks her tongue, "Triple. Whatever the Wattsons are offering, I''ll triple it to have you on my team. You''re obviously experienced when it comes to action, and I can feel it, you''ve got some wild luck."

    Want to read my palm while you''re at it?

    Sighing, "Look Lady, I think you''re forgetting the whole spirit of adventure thing here. I don''t mind the kids, besides I''d wager that luck of mine that you probably have some crazy fan club or something that would flay me alive."

    Her tongue clicks again, "Fine¡­ Fiiiine. I''ll see you around then. Ah, in fact Naomi invited our team to join your little Alola trip next month. We''ll put that luck to use then. Chao."

    Edgar gives a polite bow as he follows Dawn away.

    I call out to him, "Good lookin out on the ship Eddy, now go and look after that world renowned fashion model. Don''t let her fan club catch you sharing a tent!"

    Jane and I stop at a tackle shop along the way. I pick up a dive watch and fancy collapsible fishing rod. Jane picks up a belt of dive weights.

    Seeing my questioning look, "Strength training for my Pok¨¦mon. Heard about it from¡­ older trainers."

    Eventually we do make it back to the hotel. In the penthouse I can hear a hair dryer buzzing from Naomi''s room.

    She walks out in a sporty red trainer outfit. Yoga pants, sport jacket, but still fashionable¡­

    It''s already late afternoon, "Going somewhere Princess?"

    She smiles while sticking her tongue out, how unladylike, "Yup. My Premier as a star trainer is tonight! The camera crew is already at the gym setting up. My initial interview was in the casino this morning and I performed brilliantly in my screening battle for the gym earlier."

    Seems someone forgot to tell me Miss Princess was planning on being a Teen Idol.

    "I don''t remember cameras mentioned in my employment contract."

    She waves her hand, "Lisia talked me into it this morning, she set me up with her uncle''s company. Don''t think I''m just gonna cave on battles and do the Contest circuit, Hoenn is ripe for a female battle icon! Your new contracts are on the coffee table along with some gifts I won downstairs!"

    ¡­well I am supposed to be getting myself seen on tv. This ''missing person'' cover story is a pain¡­ oh well.

    "We brought souvenirs as well."

    I take the sun and moon stone from my bag.

    Naomi takes a look, "They''re beautifully cut, but I don''t think any of the Pok¨¦mon we looked at require them. I''ll put them in storage for now. Hurry and get cleaned up, you two can have your qualifier battle before my Badge Match tonight."

    Meanwhile Jane is having a lag spike trying to decipher the legalese on our employment contracts.

    I''m obviously not a pro but everything looks above board. We watch the princess'' back, don''t do anything embarrassing on camera, and accept a small percentage of any promotion income.

    The signing bonuses on the table however¡­

    Next to my contract is a sleek new phone and a Steel Wing T M.

    Jane is holding a perfectly round, orange glass ball. Looking inside is a weird egg fragment...Ah! The Jurassic park thing!

    "That''s an Amber Fossil right?"

    Naomi pokes her head out, "I think my scary big sis needs a big scary bird right? Fortree Gym still requires at least one flying Pok¨¦mon. Hopefully you''ll have a Crobat by then Mr. Kurt."

    Nice, I start syncing my phones, "hopefully, what about the Swablu we planned to catch you Princess?"

    She calls from her closet, "Grandpa suggested we catch one north of Rustburo before going to Alola. Oh, come see my Ralts egg!"

    Jane quickly scampers to the bedroom. Inside she''s fawning over a pinkish white and pale green egg the size of a cantaloupe on the bedspread.

    Guess we''ll have a couple eggs to cart around soon. Our teams are shaping up, which reminds me¡­

    On my own bedsheets, a fat blue bat larger than Naomi is still snoring the day away in semi hibernation.

    I nudge him, "Shak bud, make sure you drink those fancy vitamin filled blood packs tonight."

    One of the few I left at a feeding station in the room has been torn open. Farm fresh, vitamin enriched blood is scattered across the wall like a homicide scene.

    "The cleaning staff is gonna have a panic attack for sure, I better leave a warning on the door¡­. I should¡­I could?"

    Jane walks in, "what are you mubbling about in herrerrr, Holy Fuck thats a lot of blood!"

    I laugh at her jumping back out of the room. I suppose that''s enough.

    Calling the service desk, "ya this is miss Wattson''s room. Our Golbat is resting but he left a bloody mess with dinner. Please warn room services, thanks."

    I hang up and head for the Pok¨¦mon restoration equipment in the room entryway. Placing in all my pokeballs, the machine pings that my Clauncher is unregistered.

    Oh shit that''s right!

    Calling over Jane, "let''s check our pirated Pok¨¦mon!"

    Our Lureballs open and reveal two red lobsters onto the lobby floor.

    Jane just laughs, "I think your luck triggered again Kurt."

    The Corphish and shiny Clauncher scuttle together and regard their surroundings cautiously.

    I squat down in front of the duo, "easy there, you''re safe, nothing is gonna bother you two,"

    Naomi hops into the room, "Hey what you looking at?"

    A jet of water blasts my face, the force stings quite a bit and my balance sends me tumbling back. Dexa pings; "Aqua Jet."

    Jane chuckles, "the little guy even has egg moves!"

    Naomi sweeps in and picks up Clauncher, "it''s adorable! Does it have a name? Let''s go with Ruby!"

    Corphish seems panicked that it''s buddy was snatched but Jane carefully pats the spiked head, "Relax partner, from now on we''re going on adventures together!"

    The petting seems to calm it down while the Clauncher getting easily soothed by Watts'' snuggles.

    Is Ruby even female? I tap the pokeball to my phone to register it. Stats come up that yes, it''s female, approximately two months old, and the most common shiny variation.

    Jane registers hers, "mine is male, I''ll name him Blood Spike! Spike for short."

    Please, just stop.

    All the Pok¨¦mon are healthy and ready for a night out. Ruby is reluctantly pulled from Naomi. It''s time to hit the gym!

    In the car ride, Jane seems excited, "I bet your Clauncher got confused and mixed into the Corphish nest!"

    The rebellious Ruby is currently sleeping in Watts'' ??p like a prized breed kitten, "Maybe, but let''s focus on the gym, you mentioned screening battles Princess?"

    She nods, "they don''t just let anyone challenge. One of the apprentice trainers challenged me with her Mienfoo this morning. Dewford gym is all about fighting and water types, being in tune with the natural world and so on."

    Sounds like some monk stuff, "What''s the battlefield and what sort of Pok¨¦mon should I expect?"

    Naomi taps a remote in her seat causing a screen to fold down from the ceiling.

    Images roll onto the screen as she explains, "Similar to the casino the gym field is a tidal zone. However, this one is a carefully smoothed beach, waves crash in with varying strength raising or lowering the water level. The sand also can be a hazard, heavy Pok¨¦mon may get stuck."

    Turning to Jane, "This a problem for your new Onix?"

    Jane looks worried by Naomi grins, "I can''t wait to see it! But actually, as long as she qualifies with Sandile and schedules her gym match at a low tide, she should win out. It won''t be easy though, her Sandile has a serious type disadvantage, this gym may be her hardest challenge for a first half choice. That said most of the gym pokemon are bipedal, close combat specialists."

    Hmm, "Should we wait and have Jane challenge Dewford later?"

    Our rebel girl huffs, "No way, I''m not backing out tonight. But I''ll keep the tide schedule in mind for the big fight. If you two both go first I can get a strategy in mind."

    In time with her determination, the car stops in front of a large open amphitheater on the beach. The driver opens the door. I can hear the cheers and whistles coming from a crowd.

    Glancing at Bossy, "Hope you don''t get stage fright."

    A nervous smile from her, "You first Kurt."

    Why not.

    A woman probably older than me, the hot mom type, with faded blue hair paces up in her clicking heels. An average scruffy joe with a camera trailing behind.

    Naomi greets her while I return my Clauncher, "Miss Gabby, a p???sur? to work with you again."

    The reporter type grins, "Likewise Miss Wattson. You got a lot of buzz with our interview this morning, instantly started trending. The match tonight will have massive views. I ?ssume this is the team you mentioned?"

    Watts nods while Gabby pats her camera dude, "let''s record their intro Ty, we can do a more in depth interview later. Make sure to get some highlight shots of their door battles tonight."

    I step forward to let Jane breath first.

    Shaking Gabby''s hand while the cam light indicates recording.

    She kicks it off, "So Mr. Kurt, not often we get older trainers hitting the regional gym circuit. But you''re a special case, Miss Wattson told is you''re suffering from memory loss?"

    I flash a relaxed smile, "Suffering is overplaying it. I may not remember much about myself past a month ago but I''m confident that anyone concerned for me will spot me pretty quick with how popular Naomi seems. She''s a good kid so I think we can expect great things this year."

    Yup, gotta play up the girl who writes the checks a bit without discrediting myself.

    Gabby smiles and checks her notes, "You can talk! Alright Next question."

    Game faces back on, "Miss Wattson said you''ve worked with her to plan a team that fits her style, what about yourself?"

    Confident grin, "Not so much planning for myself, I''m more of a go with the flow type. Pok¨¦mon have helped me figure out who I am on a personal level. Admittedly I have a flair for mischief it seems, so expect some crafty Pok¨¦mon. I''m sure my team will grow as I discover more about myself."

    Gabby takes some notes and gives me a thumbs up, "Any mischief for tonight?"

    I laugh, "My buddy Blue and I have a few tricks up or sleeves!"

    The reporter taps her cameraman, he stops filming.

    Couple more scribbles, "Alright, I think that''s a fun little intro. Great job Kurt. You''re up red."

    Jane jumps a bit but Gabby is a pro with young trainers, she straightens Jane''s jacket and gives her a reassuring stare. I stand just in eye sight and give a stupid wink.

    Gabby signals the camera, "Jane Thompson, rebel with a cause, and an example for our troubled youth. What are your goals for your journey as a Pok¨¦mon trainer."

    The words trigger something in Bossy, "I''m going to show that no one is really a lost cause. We''re gonna shatter your expectations, I''m not trash in a gutter and Naomi isn''t a delicate flower that can''t fight."

    Gabby seems fired up, she''s not pulling the next punch, "You know your father Rico will be watching the tournament at the end. What kind of show will you put on for him?"

    Jane glares at the camera, "He can sit behind his bars and watch me legitimately crush the competition. No scemes, no cheats, I''ll be coming like a wrecking ball!

 Chapter 23 - Wet and Wild

    Jane is so fired up I''m hesitant to go first. Maybe once we get inside she''ll dial back.

    Street side of the amphitheater is a multi level office and indoor arena. I can see through the mostly glass walls that it''s basically a ??p pool with a number of floating platforms.

    Inside is a front desk with a young boy in a lifeguard outfit manning a computer.

    He looks up and smiles at our group, "Hey Cousin! Give Shauna a great match tonight! Your teammates going to register as well?"

    Naomi puts on a big girl act, "Yes, they are, I hope there are available apprentices."

    The lad double checks his screen, "This is a busy week, but if y''all can go right now then we can do one inside, and the other out on the third beach field."

    Gabby chimes in, "can we stagger the timing a few minutes to get coverage of both?"

    He shrugs, "a few extra minutes won''t hurt. Who will challenge Simon inside? Meena is on the beach."

    No choice there, Jane''s King of Carps won''t be scoring any wins, "I''m inside."

    So much for my plan to use Blue, Skrelp is in for a tricky debut. Jane''s Sandile should be fine in sand though. The tide won''t be high anytime soon.

    I look to the redhead, "Good Luck kid, your croc will have a blast on that beach."

    Her face is show of all the determination a sixteen year old that b?r?ly understands the word can muster.

    A side door to the pool opens up, a young man with long black hair in a man bun walks out, "Hey Squirt, You pinged I got a battle?"

    The kid behind the counter rolls his eyes, "Ya, first circuit, second gym. So single Pokemon battle, and don''t bring out your Toxicroak against another rookie Simon. Shauna will have you scrubbing the pool again."

    His face twists, "Right, that shit su?k?d. Alright looks like my Azumarill gets some fun time!"

    Viv''s boy frowns, "Head on in Mr. Kurt, just a heads up, Do Not, underestimate that Azumarill, it''s his favorite Pok¨¦mon."

    Gabby and cameraman Ty follow me into the pool room. The water looks to only be five or six feet deep, the platforms are round and in a star formation.

    A young girl climbs a lifeguard chair while Simon takes position and releases a blue and white rabbit onto the closest platform. It begins to stretch.

    "A bit old for a rookie ain''t ya?"

    No, Really?

    Just raising a brow, "Alright Skrelp, time to show me what you''re made of."

    She appears in the water and looks around nervously.

    Simon frowns, "Should have let me take the beach fight, it''s just a squirt."

    The judge girl calls out, "Trainers are you ready?"

    I wave a hand, "Just a moment, It''s her first battle."

    Simon laughs like an ?ss.

    Leaning at the edge of the pool I scratch her chin, "Alright little miss, nothing to worry about here. You''re faster in water plus we can be sneaky! Also, remember that magikarp slamming the shark? We can''t fall behind a carp right?"

    The little purple seahorse shakes her head indignantly, "Skrel!"

    It''s amazing and concerning how smart Pokemon can be.

    Taking position I signal ready.

    "Trainers, Battle Start!"

    Simon, "Show them who''s boss!"

    Sure pal, "Skrelp ink up the entire pool."

    The Azumarill pounds its ?h?st like a mini gorilla, "Azu!"

    Meanwhile the water starts turning a shade of dark purple and black as Skrelp darts from under one platform to the next.

    My opponent looks unimpressed, "not gonna win just hiding Mr. Rookie."

    Thanks Captain Obvious, "Get some snipes in Skrelp."

    Spouts of water start shooting at the blue rabbit from the black water.

    Simon, "start bouncing!"

    Azumarill biggins hopping to dodge the water gun shots. Jumping from one wooden pad to the next.

    Not enough, "Aim ahead of it Skrelp, lead your target."

    A few more shots, finally, one looks to be on target. But Simon lets out a loud laugh.

    Simon brags, "Those water guns attacks all ya got?"

    This brat, "Skrelp, coat the docks in Acid."

    Both Simon and Azumarill drop their smug grins.

    The next pad over gets doused by a small geyser of purple sludge, then the next. There''s only five pads.

    Hopefully Skelp has enough juice.

    Simon yells, "Time for offense! Aqua Tail the next platform!"

    Just as Skrelp sends out a fresh shot of acid, the blue rabbit dashes over and slams it''s tail at the water surface before once again bouncing away to one of the last clear pads.

    The attack isn''t quite on target but Skrelp gets forced against the side wall of the pool by the resulting wave action.

    Azumarill looks to do another aqua tail attack.

    Not twice, "heads up, Ink it''s face!"

    Sure enough as the Azumarill slams a shot of black gunk sprays all over its face. But Skrelp is sent flying onto a platform!

    Azumarill is in the water, their position is reversed, Skrelp looks out of breath.

    Almost there though, "Just roll back in the water, and prove ya hit better than a carp!"

    Simon seems unnerved, "The platform is just a few feet ahead Azu!"

    The rabbit is fast but blind right now.

    Now''s the time, "Acid then Tackle Skrelp!"

    A narrow jet of sludge snipes the rabbit in the face just before a Skrelp slams into it, her little poisonous horns jabbing it''s side.

    Azumarill gets punted to the edge of the pool, and just floats belly up coughing up sludge.

    Simon''s brow is twitching.

    The judge asks, "Is he done Simon?"

    He nods, and clicks his pokeball, "can''t say that was much of a fair fight old man."

    "Azumarill is out, Challenger Kurt wins!"

    I lean beside the pool and carefully give my exhausted Skrelp victory scritches, "nice shooting girl, take a rest."

    She gives a cheery, "Relp!" As she returns to her dive ball.

    Gabby walks over, "nice strategy Kurt, I''ve seen that Azumarill really rough up a Pok¨¦mon in close combat before. Anyway we should hurry out to the beach, I spotted Jane''s match starting."

    While walking I pause to shake Simon''s hand at the end of the pool.

    He seems reluctant so I pat his shoulder, "Ya get what you ask for bud, egging on opponents will just fire them up to find a way to win against odds."

    Confused, "what egging on?"

    Maybe he''s a lost cause, "just watch your mouth next time kid. I''ve got another fight to catch."

    I leave the oblivious young man and follow our camera crew out to a torch lit path. The sun is sinking towards the western sea horizon.

    At a nearby patch of sand two toothy reptiles are chomping after each other''s tails, Ty quickly gets recording.

    Sandile whips his tail into the sand to spray the blue gator.

    A nearby woman in a daring swimsuit shouts, "Gatson use Metal Claw!"

    I recognize now the Croconaw bounds through the sand and pounces towards Janes Sandile!

    Jane yells, "Mud Slap, watch those claws!"

    The teal gator shields its face as his trainer yells, "keep pushing, Aqua Tail!"

    Croconaw spins to avoid taking another mud slap head on before whipping a damp tail into Sandile''s face.

    Little Crooky rolls across the beach before sliding to his feet and Leering at his opponent.

    The blue gator makes his own scary face.

    Both trainers call out, "Bite!"

    Croconaw charges forward but Sandile uses his snout to shovel one more sand attack before they clash.

    Sand rains down revealing Croconaw has Sandile''s front arm while the crafty Crooky has Gatson by the neck!

    Jane is quick to shout, "Keep it down!"

    The gym apprentice commands, "Claw out of it!"

    Sandile lifts onto his hind legs while keeping Croconaw locked in his jaw while it tries to claw free. Their heights are even in the wrestle. Sandile bites down harder then slams his opponent into the sand!

    The blue gator doesn''t move, he''s knocked out.

    A judge yells, "Croconaw is unable to battle, Sandile Wins!"

    Jane jumps, "Yaha! Way to go Crooky!"

    The Croconaw returns to his trainer''s greatball. She walks up with some knock out hip sways¡­ I''m just sayin.

    "Well done girlie, glad to see ya on the up and up. Your Sandile''s dark moves are quite brutal. Hope we get a rematch at regionals!"

    Jane is all smiles as she shakes her opponent''s hand, "it feels great to be free Meena! For sure, by then we''ll have a monster fight between a Croc and Gator!"

    When Jane walks up, "awesome battle!"

    Naomi, who had been out here with Jane, "Your Sandile''s anger point really overcame the Croconaw''s sheer force."

    Sounds like a compliment, I need to brush up on the trainer lingo.

    Also, "You know that woman?"

    This redhead is on cloud nine, "oh sure, she''s from my hometown. She''d visit to check on me every so often. I remember she told me once she had a spring and summer apprenticeship, always wanted to be in the elite four."

    Gabby cuts in, "Alright great fights you two, we have thirty minutes before the sun hits the water line and it''s main event time."

    While we walk to the main amphitheater I check the dex app to review the last couple moves from Sandile. It brings up Bite, then Embargo as the head lock and Assurance for the finisher.

    I ask Jane, "How long till Your Sandile evolves?"

    She looks excited, "he''s already growing great, but they have a long juvenile growth period, maybe by the time we get to Mauville he''ll have his final molt and officially be a Krokorok."

    We find seat reserved at the front of a nice sandstone amphitheater with wooden bench seats. The view takes in the western sea line and torches make out the boundary of a beach arena as waves gently sweep across the battlefield before rolling back out with the tide.

    I love it, but there''s stuff to learn and I have a bit to brush up.

    Bringing up Pok¨¦mon abilities on my Dex app. The long short of it is that all Pok¨¦mon have innate features based on physiology, psychology, or hell, some are just magic for all I can tell.

    Checking my own registered Pok¨¦mon; Tesla the Joltik, Modest with Unnerve. Shak the Golbat, Relaxed with Inner Focus. Blue the Phantump, Impish with Frisk. Skrelp, Mild with Adaptability. Clauncher, Naive with Mega Launcher.

    Really, Naive seems rude but it does think it''s a Corphish. Mild sure, Impish for sure...alright it all tracks. Especially Shak, that fat ?ss won''t be breaking any speed records but the thing is a flying hulk.

    Naomi is nervously triple checking every stat in her phone. At some point she even brought out her Clamperl and Flabebe. Every few minutes she shows them something and whispers. The little white flower fairy is nodding seriously while the big blue clam is shifting in the sand occasionally.

    After a while the crowd cheers. I look up to see a gal that belongs on the cover of a fitness magazine while still looking like a fashion model. She''s jogging up the torch path while smiling and waving. Behind her, my dex identifies her pokemon as a Dewott and Frogadier.

    Jane leans over, "She''s ripped as those magazine photos! I thought they messed with the image or something. The article I read said she prefers regional starters to attract tourists on the island to watch the matches."

    Playing on regional pride to boost her gym''s income, smart for sure, "Jane quit drooling, we''re fighting her tomorrow. That Brawly guy, I get it, Shauna is like a sports icon but Viv is quite the femme fatal."

    Naomi looks over her shoulder at me, "Aunty says that younger s?ut gets too horned up after a workout and that ?ss Brawly couldn''t keep what little wits he had."

    Noted, "That doesn''t sound like something a thirteen year old girl like you should say."

    She sticks her tongue out like usual, Jane laughs.

    Bleh, teenagers, Dawn wait for me! ... Eh, what would these twerps do without me?

    A familiar girl in turquoise costume skips out from behind the stands, Lisia shouts to the crowd, "Hey there folks!"

    The applause and cheers erupt.

    She grins towards our camera crew, "Since I was on the Island, how could I miss the debut of my lil sis Naomi Wattson. Her adorable pokemon are ready to take on Shauna''s power packed water types! Let''s get this beach battle going!"

 Chapter 24 - Strategy and Schemes

    Watts take position at her end of the field, opposite the blue haired Shauna in all her glory. Seriously her gym tank top is showing off abs of steel, this girl can probably punch through bricks.

    Our camera crew gal, Gabby glances back at us, "Are you two here for the match or Shauna''s ?ss?"

    Can''t it be both? "Does Shauna have any tricks or signature moves?"

    She narrows her steely green eyes at my evasion, "The Dewott is a known airhead, her Frogadier however, she''s a miniature power house. A shiny, you can tell by the darker blue, and with the rare Protean ability. She brings it out for show matches, ones she plans on winning."

    I place in my earbuds for my nice new phone so Dexa can give me the play by play. I check Protean while I''m at it; the pokemon''s type rapidly adapts to the type of move it''s using.

    Thankfully there''s definition for dummies as well; it''s skilled with all moves. Sounds a tad overpowered if you ask me.

    Camera dude Ty catches my sour look, "On the bright side man, that means she won''t use it against y''all tomorrow. Gym leaders are expected to rotate daily, some convoluted rules stuff."

    A tide rolls in covering the whole beach, the judge calls, "Trainers are you ready?!"

    Shauna''s Dewott hops forward and starts doing some kind of warm up dance. Naomi sends out her Clamperl. Both trainers look focused.

    "Battle Start!"

    Dexa immediately sets off as Dewott does a flip and whips out two sharpened shells, growling at his opponent. Ping; "Swords Dance, Focus Energy."

    That seems a tad iffy on the rules¡­

    Clamperl remains stationary, tightly locked up. Ping; "Aqua Ring, Iron Defense."

    Dewott dashes forward. Ping, "Razor Shell."

    Like a whirling dervish the little blue otter spins to win, his white shells leaving a white arc in the air as they slash at the blue clam shell.

    Clamperl seems unfazed. The otter stops, looking confused.

    Shauna calls out, "No! Keep up the pressure little guy!"

    Naomi giggles, "Enough jokes, Grab him!"

    Just as the Dewott glances back at Shauna, the giant clam opens up and clamps down on the otter''s tail. It yelps in pain. Ping; "Clamp."

    No shit!

    Dewott starts trying to furiously hack behind itself to struggle free. Ping, "Fury Cutter."

    Some of the crowd laughs, others feel bad for the plucky fella.

    Shauna calls out, "Is that really how you going to end it, at some point he will chip past that shell."

    Our scary princess laughs once as the tide rolls back in, "He won''t have the chance. Go for it Pearl!"

    The giant clam floats in the surf with a spin and Dewott gets dragged along for the ride. Strangely the clam whips around the beach by su?k?n? in water and shooting it back out at it''s victim. Ping, "Muddy Water."

    Eventually the tide rolls back out, Clamperl settles back onto the sand, Dewott still clamped by the tail. However the poor blue floof is exhausted by the ordeal and collapsed.

    Naomi grins, "Spit it out Pearl, you don''t know where it''s been."

    Clamperl backs off as the judge steps in to check, "Dewott is unable to battle."

    Shauna''s veins are showing as she smiles past gritted teeth, "A nice strategy, but it won''t work twice. You''re up Hoppa!"

    The dark blue frog leaps to center field, she stands, arms crossed, staring down at the clam before it. Ping. "Taunt."

    Clearly. The Crowd eats it up.

    Princess isn''t waiting this time, "Smash it!"

    With the audience on the edge of their seat, Shauna calls out, "bury it alive!"

    Frogadier flips forward planting a hand on top of Clamperl, forcing the landing and springing further airborne. Ping, "Acrobatics."

    Naomi shouts, "hold in there Pearl!"

    Water swirls up around the clam as if to stem off the coming blow but the frog is coming down with a violent spin. Ping, "Rock Smash."

    The blue frog smashes a foot into the edge of the clam causing it to flip into the air. A blue tongue snaps out an nabs the clam. Frogadier uses the momentum to start spinning the heavy clam while it pivots in the center. Ping, "Lick."

    If you say so.

    Frogadier leaps, the centrifugal force whips Clamperl up and then slams her back into the beach with a resounding thud and spray of sand. Ping, "Rock Smash."

    Clamperl remains half buried.

    Naomi returns her Pokemon, not bothering to wait for the judge, "You''re up Delphi, teach the toad some manners!"

    A blue Flabebe drifts out on the sea breeze while gently chanting a tune. Ping, "Fairy Wind, Lucky Chant."

    There''s a sadness to the tune as she floats about. Frogadier sends out a lick and some half heart punches but doesn''t land anything. Ping, "Tearful Look. Ice Punch."

    Each time the frog gets close the wind whips it in the face and the attack fails, red flower petals begin swirling in the air and slicing around Frogadier. It''s earlier dominance can''t make contact. Ping, "Razer Leaf."

    While beautiful in display, it''s also a bit anticlimactic as far as fights go. Eventually the gym leader''s Pokemon gets whipped about by the wind too much and falls on it''s back.

    The tiny sprite on the flying flower gently lands and takes a bow.

    Gabby whistles, "she''d rule the competition circuit, but this kind of fight might be a breath of fresh air for the region. If she keeps it cool she''ll definitely be popular, as soon as she looks like a spoiled brat the viewers will abandon ship though."

    Ty records Shauna shaking hands with Noami and handing over a badge with a somewhat pained smile.

    Naomi then skips our way and gives a victory sign. Jane scoops her up in a hug and spins her around.

    Gabby steps in a goes for some questions, "A show of strategy and planning, did anything surprise you during the match?"

    Like a champ she does take a deep breath and give a radiant smile, "The Dewford Gym pride is found in their close combat. A new trainer like me shouldn''t expect to beat them at their own game. Patient defense and a kiting strategy are what won me the match. I do feel sorry for the Dewott though, he''s super adorable."

    Our interviewer taps her pen and nods in approval, "Your teammates will face Shauna tomorrow, do you have any advice after your fight tonight?"

    Princess grins, "I''m sure Mr. Kurt will be up to his own tricks," She glances over to Jane, "Shauna will try and sweep you into her own pace, take her down fast Jane!"

    Gabby switches topics, "After Dewford, where can fans look forward to your next gym match?"

    Visibly reigning in her own excitement, "Next Gym will be the Mauville Mosh. Our team definitely has a type disadvantage going in but hopefully at least one of us gets the badge. Before that we''ll have a fair bit of prep and training on the way."

    Ty whistles, Gabby seems excited as well, "Taking on Hoenn''s infamous Battle Royal as your second gym huh? Many see it as the new weed out gym these last five years, we can''t wait to see your team there."

    They begin packing up their gear.

    Ty stretching his back, I ask, "Not sticking around for tomorrow?"

    He seems lost for a second then reels in, "Ah, we''ll be shooting more highlights bro. Once we''ve got all the footage our man back in Mauville will cut together something to broadcast. I''m sure he''ll make a dope sizzle reel for your matches and then cap it off with Miss Wattson''s match."

    I flick her head, "Not letting your noggin get to full of itself already are you?"

    She rubs the sore spot, "owie, of course not. But I''m like a real Pokemon trainer now you know!"

    Is that so, "You and 90% of people your age or something crazy like that. You should figure out how to help Jane, her fight is in the morning, early."

    While saying such I show her the tide chart on my phone.

    I nudge Jane, "You better focus on cozying up to your Onix a couple hours tonight and before the match. I''ll ask if they got anything at the hotel to help ya get some sleep. Last thing you need is to be up all night with nerves."

    Naomi chimes back in, "Aunt Viv''s Liepard can help you practice, and I bet the Alakazam in the lobby can hypnotize you."

    Jane looks pale, "I should be fine, never had a problem sleeping before. But I for sure will practice with my Onix, she needs a name still!"

    Nope, "think on it overnight, reeeeal hard. May help you bond better in the morning if you just talk to her."

    The princess hands back my phone, a different page is open on it showing a Pokemon called Cottonee. It''s literally a cotton ball?

    Looking at her for an explanation.

    She sticks out her tongue, "You mentioned when we were looking at Pokemon on the boat that I would be running a small team clear till our Alola trip if i didn''t find another local pokemon. These are rarely found near Petalburg, I''ll ask the champ where to find them."

    He was a grass expert, "You''ll have a crack at the gym there too I ?ssume."

    Both girls nod.

    In the hotel lobby, Vivica is already waiting by the front desk, "Congratulations Naomi!"

    The two hug and usher us to the restaurant. While the rich girls chat, Jane releases her unique Onix on the tide pool arena. The two spend some quality time bonding.

    Myself, I''m giving scritches to my Joltik. She chitters happily while Blue prances around the tide pools, looking at seashells and tossing sticks and watching the tide bring them back in.

    This gives me a fun idea, "Blue, let me tell you about our upcoming Operation Driftwood!"

    At some point in our strategy meeting while Onix is practicing chasing Liepard around the sand, Shak swoops in and lands on a nearby railing.

    He''s got to be getting close to two meters tall, "How are you feeling buddy."

    Fluffing his dark blue fur he yawns with that huge mouth, then stretches a massive set of wings. He then looks over my snack plate for anything worth snagging.

    My dex app approximates him at 80% evolved, "Holy shit bud, looks like you''ve got another night of rest and chow time."

    Nodding excitedly with a, "Ba!" he takes off and flies over the nearby cliffs to hunt something fresh from the woods.

    Once Tess gets used to running around on sand and Blue found everything shiny on the beach, including someone''s expensive watch, we call it a night. Up stairs I find Naomi peeking around a corner into the living room of our penthouse.

    On the couch is a drooling Jane staring into space.

    Naomi fills me in, "Alakazam hypnotized her but I asked him to not give any commands. What should we make her do?!"

    This kid¡­

    "You''re grounded."

    She seems shocked, "Awe come on, one thing, pleeease?"

    I''ll admit it is slightly tempting, "Fine but nothing awful, she has a big match in the morning. I know you''d be furious if someone messed with that, right?"

    Naomi seems like she understands as she visibly deflates some.

    We walk into the living room, Sandile is asleep on the couch next to Jane.

    Miss Princess kneels in front of the redhead while taking out her phone to record, "Jane you''re such a good puppy, who''s a good girl?!"

    Jane puts her hands up and excitedly yips like a small dog, "Bow!"

    Oh no.

 Chapter 25 - Ground Breaking

    Morning comes with a shriek and the sound of a slamming bathroom door. Jane spent the night curled up on the foot of Naomi''s bed like a family pet.

    Getting up, I carefully step over the hibernating Golbat next to my bed. Sunlight shines in from the living room windows.

    "Shit." Jane was supposed to get up early and spend more time with her Onix.

    I hop a couch and head over to the bathroom, knocking on the door, "Jane?"

    Sounds like a trash can gets kicked, "Not now Kurt!"

    Peeking down the hall to Naomi''s room, the little princess is still out cold in bed. Or not, her left eye just peeked open.

    Talking through the door, "Well regardless how ya feel about Naomi''s prank, this isn''t the time. You''ve only got a couple hours to go on a walk with your Onix and then it''s time for the match. You talked a big game about proving yourself, don''t get distracted."

    The door rips open revealing a scowling Jane, "I know¡­"

    She glares down the hall.

    Pride or feelings be damned, "She''s thirteen Jane, and your legal employer if you forgot that part. Talk to her later, take care of yourself for now. Do you at least feel pretty rested?"

    Jane nods then steps back into the bathroom to fix her messy hair, "I''ll head out in a minute, I''ll get food in the lobby...yes, being treated like a dog aside, I feel great."

    Her eyes find mine in the reflection, "Why didn''t you stop her? She listens to you."

    There''s a clear sense of accusation in her expression.

    Blunt honesty it is, "I did, she begged, I caved. I said fine, only one small thing and it can''t mess with your match today. She probably thought her idea was harmless. I doubt she understands how you feel right now.. I''m sorry, we''ll make sure she learns better."

    Ten minutes later, her hair neatly done in a long pixie style, "I''ll get over this time. You''re right, she''s just a runt. You however, owe me for sure."

    Thankfully there''s a mischievous grin on her lips as she walks out the door.

    Looking back to Naomi''s room, "You can quit pretending, she''s gone."

    What most would consider a blonde angel sits up, "Did I mess up that bad?"

    I walk in, lean against the wall and look at the Pokemon about the room, "No one likes being treated as a pet, especially when they thought they are your friend. Pretty sure that goes for your Pokemon too while we''re on the subject. To drive it home, what if I told you to sit at my heel and be silent all day?"

    Her face droops behind her long hair, "You''d be just like my mother."

    Yikes, landmines everywhere with these kids, "You understand then. Alright, let''s go have a nice beach breakfast and then cheer on our friend."

    She hops out of bed in an absurdly frilly pajama gown, "Okay!"

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    In the tide side restaurant I step up to the bar to get my mind off this mess of a morning and into strategy mode.

    Pulling up the seat next to her, I first try a sip of the drink, my brain completely derails, "Holy shit! This tastes like caramel candy, what did you order me?!"

    She laughs, those green eyes never leaving me, "Different world, same drink, or as close as they ever get. That''s what the locals call an Old Amber."

    While I''m unpacking the implications of that statement a small black and red fox hops on the bar counter and tries to steal a sip of my drink. Pure instinct has me dodging the attempt.

    The woman picks up her pokemon, "Now Nixy, the boss gets grumpy if he doesn''t get the first one to himself." Again those eyes lock on me, "So, I''m here for your usual reminder that you choose to come to this world, for one life. Your idea, so stop being broody. Cute girlfriend by the way, make sure to call her."

    Before this woman fades away or some nonsense, "You can''t just...what about home?! Do I have kids?"

    "Almost every time." With that she downs her drink and gets up, "See ya in the end of year tournament Boss, look for Viviane. Gods, too many mortals share my name in this region. Chao!"

    As she''s walking away Jane almost walks into a table passing her by. I turn back to mull over the drink in my hand and what was said.

    Jane pulls up beside me, "Did you see that hotty had a Zorua! ...Why do you look like ya saw a ghost?"

    After another long pull, "That woman recognized me Jane."

    Her eyes go wide as she looks back into the restaurant but predictably ''Viviane'' is long gone. "What did she say?!"

    That''s the question isn''t it, "Not much, but so much at the same time. She called me Boss, and told me to relax."

    The teen brain beside me struggles, "What is that supposed to mean, what about a family or anything?"

    It means...I did this to myself, and it''s not the first time. Which means....A lot.

    Looking at the uncharacteristic concern from Jane, "I think everything is alright. Got your breakfast ready to go?"

    She lifts a take out bag, "You sure old man?"

    I nod, "Remember when we talked about real adventures? This is it! Today is your first gym badge battle, so go get ready!"

    The drive sets in, I can see her jaw and fists clench, "Right, see ya at the gym Kurt."

    Another near table collision and she''s off.

    Savoring the last drop of the Old Amber while listening to the morning tide, "Mortals huh? Best not jinx anything."

    Later, after a much needed meander down the boardwalk, I''m finishing up that call with Lacy in the gym lobby. She poorly hides her excitement as I commit to coming back soon and telling her I can''t wait to see her again. If I''m really committing myself to this world, then I see no reason to hold back actually living in it.

    Dawn enters the building with her runts Edgar and Tommy. She notices me but just waves, turning around to focus on the two boys. Both nod excitedly at whatever pep talk she''s giving them before heading up to the main desk.

    She heads my way, a sly grin on her lightly painted lips, "Calling that girlfriend Kurt?"

    Putting my phone away, "Actually, yes. Your team registering for prelims or have yall already battled?"

    A flicker of annoyance in her eyes, "Tommy actually has his badge battle near noon, came here himself while we went chasing treasure. Eddy and I will be doing prelims today. Heard Miss Wattson performed splendidly last night. Is your badge battle this morning?"

    Surprising about the round kid, "I''m not till this evening, Jane''s match is in twenty or so minutes. Did Tom boy catch another pokemon?"

    Dawn scoffs, "Get this, he won enough for an egg the morning we left for the Stone manor and it hatched just a couple hours later. The Phanpy is stupid cute, but super high energy. Every time he lets it out it tries to head bu?? everything in sight."

    I pull my phone back out and look up what she''s talking about. It''s an actual mini elephant, yup that''s adorable¡­ and definitely fitting for the tubby kid. Geez I need to give the brat a break...mentally?

    A ping from the gym announcement system stops my rude thoughts, "Anyone wishing to watch Challenger Jane take on Shauna, please make your way to the beach field."

    Waving off Dawn I start jogging out to the sand. Just outside I catch Ty the not so smooth cameraman talking to our crew gals from the Jolteon. It''s the first time I''ve seen the four of them together off duty. Alice, Destinee, Johanna, and Mel are sporting new swimsuits, I tell by the tag still hanging from our cook, Mel''s top. She blushes a bit once I point it out for the mechanic, Destinee to rip off.

    Captain Johanna urges us to move along, Alice the maid right at her heel. Quite the morning crowd is gathering at the same stands from last night. Of course it''s not near the number from yesterday but hopefully Jane doesn''t have any jitters.

    She clearly does. The poor lass is doing everything she can to ignore the observers, which amounts to ogling Shauna doing stretches across the field. At least she gets her game face on once the ref walks out.

    A young man in grey camo board shorts and a blue tank top holds up a mic, "Gooood morning beach goers it''s time for another exciting gym battle here in Dewford!"

    The crowd gives a solid cheer as he points towards Shauna, "Our totally gorgeous leader Shauna will be facing Challenger Jane! Trainers present your pokemon."

    Shauna quirks a brow but just grins and tosses out a ball, "Let''s Go Quakers!"

    A small blue duckling appears on the b?r? sand, my Dex app pings for me, a Ducklett.

    Jane looks stunned, "Um, Sorry? Just make it quick Marble!"

    Everyone in the audience groans as a white marble Onix towers over its tragic opponent.

    Even Shauna gives a sigh, "Ready when you are."

    Jane nods and the ref waves a flag, "Battle Start!"

    "Take off!" "Shine on!"

    Dexa pings, ''Fly, Rock Polish, Flash.''

    As the blue duck takes flight the stone serpent rapidly coils along itself rubbing against the sand, the morning sun reflects off the veins in the stone in a dazzling display. While the crowd ooohs the poor Ducklett seems caught off guard.

    Jane points, "Take it down, Rock Throw!"

    Shauna growls out, "As if, Aerial Ace!"

    A barrage of small rocks dug up and flung towards the blue bullet as against all odds it whips, dives and barrel rolls each stone to come out unscathed.

    "Now Strike back with Steel Wing!"

    Our girl stomps forward, "bring it, Bulldoze!"

    I b?r?ly catch the Ducklett blinking against the shimmering light of Marble on her attack vector while the Onix dives nose first sending a shower of sand right into the oncoming avian. Quakers hits the dirt.

    Jane takes advantage, "Wrap this up!"

    Ping, ''Bind''

    As the sand clears, Onix has the brave little duckling constricted in her coils. The bird passes out.

    Ref boy raises a flag, "Ducklett is unable to battle, round one goes to the Challenger."

    Shauna pouts a bit, "Talk about a rocky start. You''re up, Go Blitz!"

    A Wartortle takes the field. Jane signals she''s not switching out. The ref raises both flags.

    "Begin!"

    "Marble Bulldoze again!"

    The gym leader smirks, "Hydro ball."

    As the sand crashes like a wave, Dexa pings in my ear bud, ''Withdraw, Rapid Spin, Aqua Tail.''

    Uh oh. True enough a water coated turtle shell breaks through the sand wave like a cannon shot. Onix takes the hit right in the face with a roar of anger.

    The two crash across the field, Marble keeps trying to land a hit but lacks the technique necessary to pick off the speeding water ball. Finally Wartortle surfs another wave of sand into a nasty hit to Onix''s big chin, Marble goes down.

    Everyone cheering for Shauna jumps to their feet to shout.

    Ty is grinning, "This is gonna make a great highlight."

    Destinee grunts, "Not for our girl."

    Jane''s cold glare echoes the sentiment, "Crooky, it''s all on you. Punish that soup bowl!"

    Excuse me?!

    One angry little croc takes the field. The flag goes down. Jane howls, "Rampage!"

    Ping, "Leer, Rage, Torment."

    Guess Shauna isn''t the only one training fancy combos, the Wartortle dashes headlong into the taunt.

    Shauna shouts, "No! Hit and Run!

    But things go south for her as Sandile sumo slams into the turtle, catching it with its small arms than locking it down with his jaws.

    As Wartortle sticks his head out and tries to bite himself free, Shauna gets frustrated, "Just spin out! Or at least use Iron tail!"

    Blitz seems to ignore the first command but does swing his tail to try and knock away Crooky.

    Jane actually laughs, "Finish Him!"

    Really?! The sandile once more slams the wartortle into the beach and follows up with a sickening crunch as his teeth puncture the turtle shell.

    Ping, "Assurance."

    Wartortle withdraws in panic and refuses to come back out.

    A hush follows the brutality, a moment passes, Shauna groans and wavs at the ref.

    "Wartortle is unable to battle, Challenger Jane Wins!"

    Pokemon recalled, Jane and Shauna shake hands.. When Jane shows off her badge to the crowd everyone is on their feet to applaud, it was undeniably an exciting match.

 Chapter 26 - Surf Tricks

    Jane runs over to us in the stands with probably the biggest smile I''ve ever seen on the teenager. From nowhere Naomi in a giant sun hat tackles Jane and hangs from her neck, "That was amazing!"

    The two hop around seemingly forgetting all about this morning. Miss Wattson must have been hiding in the crowd for the match. Eventually they settle down enough for Watts to treat us all to an early lunch. Our crew gals are more focused on picking the fanciest things on the menu while Jane, Naomi, and Ty discuss how the highlight edit will turn out.

    Splitting our separate ways, the girls head back to the hotel while I shop for beachwear. My battle this evening will definitely involve standing in some water and I''d rather not soak my new clothes. Some flip flops, khaki shorts, and a red hawaiin shirt later I''m ready for the surf.

    For this fight I''m going to open with Blue so Tess has more foot holds. By the local tide chart and what I scouted last night, my time slot should see a bit over a foot of water over the field in the outgoing tide.

    Which puts us down on the beach by the water for practice. My little Joltik is scurry''n back and forth from the tide or hopping over the wave crests. She still gets caught a third of the time but my new Cluancher brings her back each time. Ruby is happy to scoot about watching us practice. Meanwhile Blue is wearing a familiar floppy sun hat and building a sand castle.

    "I thought I told you to work on finding palm roots and buried driftwood?"

    He points to what would be a castle bailey and sure enough there''s a palm spout surrounded by shell fragments. Wait¡­

    "Where have you seen a castle anyway?"

    He points at one of the casinos down the beach and sure enough it looks like a Treasure Island rip off complete with mock fort. Fair enough, "Alright bud just keep up practice for the next couple hours then we''ll hit up the pokecenter before our match."

    I get a text from Dawn showing Tommy raising his new badge at the gym field. Good job kid.

    Some solid training with Tesla and some dude insisting Blue participate in a sand sculpting competition later, the sun is finally headed towards the horizon. My phantump is still moping about his second place ribbon.

    "Next time bud, you''ll get em next time. People just prefer life size mermaids to life size killer trees. Know your audience."

    The team meets us outside of the gym, even from here I can hear the waves crashing against the rocks behind the gym.

    Jane has her chin a little too high, "Not gonna be the only one to lose right old man?"

    This brat, "Your attitude is what''s old around here. I''m not gonna underestimate the gal but I really don''t see what she''ll be able to do with her kung-fu amphibians to stop me."

    A passing gym dude gives me a scowl, but it''s not like he has time to tattle to his mommy.

    The PA system chimes, "Alright folks, it''s time for the final badge battle for the day. Head on down to the arena to see if Challenger Kurt can take a win or if Shauna sends him out with the Tide!"

    Torches light the path in the setting sun light while dozens of beach goes make their way towards the stands. I spot Shauna already finishing her stretches before hopping down from the stands into the nearly two foot deep tide water. She has no issue with the under current as the waves pull back, lowering the waterline to only a foot.

    I''ve no issue either and I catch my opponent giving a satisfied nod, "Nice Kurt, I''ll be honest, I was surprised you picked this time slot. Not planning on fighting me with that little Skrelp are you? That might fly if this was your first badge but as is we get to step up slightly tonight."

    I figured league gyms have such guidelines, my plans already expect her to bring out two second stage pokemon. On that note, better turn off Dexa, this time there''s a full crowd to laugh if I get scolded for rule breaking.

    With my best grin, "No little seahorse, sorry. You''ll be in for some fun¡­ Or at least I will.???

    The crowd gives a few chuckles as the ref wades out, a cute redhead in a one piece with shorts.

    Spotlights light up the field making the buoys at the four corners obvious. The ref turns on her mic, "Good Evening Dewford, welcome to the badge battle between our own Shauna and Challenger Kurt! Trainers please present your pokemon and signal when ready."

    From the stands I hear my own cheer squad yelling, and it seems the crew girls had some drinks before the match. Even from here I catch Ty side eyeg the rowdy women while aiming his camera. Jane flicks his ear for me while Naomi is hopping up and down.

    Shauna slings out a ball as the tide rolls out, "You''re up, Go Bibarel!"

    Is that a beaver? It strikes a stance and it''s little paws give the universal ''come at me bro'' sign. Like a mini and fluffy Bruce Lee.

    The tide surges back in as I toss out a dark ball, "Show time Blue."

    After the flash of light all anyone see''s is a chunk of driftwood. I nod towards the ref.

    She looks to Shauna who just grins and nods as well, "Match Begin!"

    My opponent starts off, "Barrel, start your swagger."

    She looks at me expecting a response to the beaver beginning to sway but I just hold my smile. Blue has his instructions already. The crowd murmurs in confusion at the whole lot of nothing happening. Even now however, my little poltergeist is scouring the field for every bit of plant life under the sand.

    Shauna folds her arms as the tide rolls back out, "Your move Kurt."

    Eyeing the dropping water, "If you insist, Blue Action!"

    Suddenly roots burst from the sands surrounding Bibarel, he smoothly dodges each wooden spear as they arc past him.

    Shauna shouts over the surprised crowd, "Barrel use Iron Tail, don''t get caught!"

    But I do need to make a show of it, "It''s time Blue!"

    Like a giant squid rising from only two feet of water, Blue''s Astonish raises a large log from under the sand and rams towards Bibarel. The networks of blooming roots cut off space to dodge.

    Once more Shauna growls, "Bash it to splinters!"

    Bibaral exhales a jet of water down and rockets through the surf, his head bashes into the wooden squid sending chunks of fire wood scattering into the waves.

    A gentle cry echos from the log, but I know that move actually did nothing to Blue. Even if it did the specks of green light drifting from Bibarel would heal him back just fine.

    Shauna searches the water, trying to catch a hint in the fading sunlight, "Your grass type surely can''t stay down forever Kurt."

    Creepy, childlike laughter gurgles up from the water. I laugh as well watching the beaver''s sway begin to edge towards actually collapsing.

    "Well, not unless he wants to."

    Her brow scrunches in confusion as Bibarel suddenly flops face first into the water. Blue rises to reveal himself from a palm sprout while giggling.

    The ref raises her flag with some reluctance, "Bibarel is unable to battle, Phantump wins."

    Some of the crowd cheers, some boo, Shauna recalls her pokemon, "So it''s a ghost, Barrel never had a chance. Not sure I like your tricks Kurt. But¡­" she hesitates, realizing something, "It won''t matter, we''ll tear it all down! Go Wog!"

    A Marshtomp takes the field. Energetic thing waves to the crowd who cheer him on. But my eye is on Shauna who catches my look, sighs and gives a subtle nod. Preparation won out, I won''t even need my Joltik. She''d be just as useless against Marshtomp''s ground type, as it is to my ghost.

    The ref waves her flag, "Begin!"

    Blue dives back into the roots.

    Shauna commands, "Shake it loose."

    Marshtomp sticks his arms into the sand and begins to howl even as little green seeds land on its skin.

    The entire battlefield begins to quake as the roots collapse back into the water. I have to struggle to stay on my feet, our ref girl plops into the water and quickly gets back up.

    Blue seems to get thrown from a palm sprout.

    My opponent has no mercy, "There Watergun, and close in with mud sport!"

    I guess just cause it''s not her style doesn''t mean it can''t use ranged attacks.

    Jets of water head off Blue each time he looks to merge with a plant as Marstomp seems to belly surf forward in the now only inches deep wake.

    While flecks of green light are still fading off of him, the marshtomp doesn''t give blue a chance to retaliate.

    Last idea, "Blue defend the fort!"

    My ghost narrowly dodges another waterspout while laughing madly, suddenly a barricade of sharpened wooden stakes justs up from the sand. Sand castles are training too.

    Marshtomp almost slows but Shauna calls out, "More tricks, Iron Tail it to splinters!"

    Blue gets sent skipping back as the stakes get shattered. I check on my little prankster but he seems down for the count. For his type advantage he doesn''t have much power to hit with.

    Clicking the pokeballs, "Great show Blue. You''re up Tess."

    My Joltik appears in all her metallic red glory on a raised section of palm root.

    As the ref calls the fight to restart, Shauna laughs, "Back at you eh Kurt?"

    Shauna misreads my smirk and gets serious, "Wog, give it another shake, put the shiny bug in the waves!"

    While I keep my footing I call to Tesla, "Same plan, get hopping!."

    Leaping from one foot hold to the next my Joltik sends out constant string shots at and around her opponent while circling him.

    Not to be tricked again, Shauna catches on, "Get out of that web!"

    Is it too late for him?

    I raise a fist, "Close the net!"

    The red Joltik starts reeling herself in towards Marshtomp while narrowly hopping over another Iron Tail. She lands on the opponent''s back. The last flecks of Leech Seed get scattered.

    Time to end this, "Bug Bite and Absorb, don''t let go!"

    Try as he might, Marshtomp has taken too much damage over time and is just getting further tangled into all the sting shot webbing.

    Just as Shauna tries to shout more encouragement the Marshtomp plops back. My Joltik frantically scurries out from beneath him as another wave comes in, sweeping her a few feet away to a dry spot.

    With him not getting up, the ref calls it, "Marshtomp is unable to battle, Challenger Kurt Wins!"

    The crowd cheers and Shauna makes her way over, the tide b?r?ly hitting the field now.

    Her blue eyes scan the mess, "I think you ruined my field for tomorrow Kurt."

    No guilt in my bones, "Add a little to my prize money and I''ll fix it in the morning."

    She laughs and shakes my hand, "Why not, nice fight. I expected you to come with a blunt force like the girl this morning. Here''s your Wave Badge."

    Nodding, I accept my prize and show the crowd to resounding cheers from my team.. Looks like we''re having another celebration meal on Watts.

 Chapter 27 - Obligations

    After a night of exotic dining, morning comes and with it, time to leave Dewford. First thing however, I point my Dex app scanner at my lazing Golbat, Shak.

    Ping, "Golbat''s evolution has completed, no negative anomalies detected."

    Finally, "Looks like vacation is over bud, back to the starting roster with ya."

    The blue monstrosity hangs from a fake perch, but even still his ears nearly brush the floor at just shy of six feet tall. Looking at him as he turns around to ignore me, the whole perch flexes from his weight. I walk to his side and poke his ribs just as he yawns with that massive, fanged gullet.

    I kneel down to his peeking eye, "Come on, adventure awaits, new sights, new tastes. Surely you miss feeding on the occasional Miltank and such."

    A huff of a sigh escapes his maw as he opens booth eyes and gives me a nod.

    "Atta Boy."

    With a click of his ball the big fella is ready to go. As are the rest of my pokemon and a final glance around the room ensures I haven''t forgotten anything. I''ll just pretend I didn''t notice the metal frame of the perch has a tilt to it now.

    In the hotel lobby I find a bit of a commotion. Jane is off to the side with Naomi.

    She catches me up, "Brawly tried to take his son for an unplanned training trip, of course he has school so that''s a no. Old man was piss drunk tho and ranting about see''n Shauna lose all his matches yesterday. Finally Viv''s Inciniroar knocked him out."

    The man staggers to his feet, staring down the hotel mogul and her enormous white tiger, "This is all your fault. First you wanted to keep the kid, then insisted we had to be married for them. I used to be Brawly, gym leader of Dewford and one of the most popular in Hoenn. Then it was Brawly the cheater, the drunk, the shit father. I lost my certification, and now they kicked me out of the gym."

    Vivica stands beside her massive pokemon, her son hiding behind her, "As a member of the City Council, head of the Dewford Tourism Board, and a World Pokemon Championship gym leader representing Hoenn, I hereby banish Brawly Touki. You may request an appeal at the town hall...Or get off my island."

    Sure enough the drunk just gives her a dark look and skulks out of the hotel.

    Naomi looks at me unsure of what to do.

    I nod towards the boy, "Go hug your cousin, and take him out somewhere quiet for a few minutes to calm down while we get the van loaded with the bags. You too Jane."

    The girls take the kid and I just stand near Vivica as the guests begin to disperse, "Sounds like you worked your ?ss off."

    Her hands shake as she exhales, "I did, by Acreus, I''ve done everything so that¡­ except a half decent father."

    Right, anything the kids could ask for but that, "I don''t think I met your daughter while we visited?"

    Viv laughs, "Actually you met her in Littleroot. She sent me a pic of your Joltik. Her Nidoran is already growing in her Nidorina spikes. She''s working very hard."

    Let''s pretend I remember the girl and not just the spike rabbit, "That was a rowdy bunch of kids, but sounds like she takes after you."

    Not sure if I was helping or not and she just nods.

    Not soon enough a bellhop comes over and takes the last bag of luggage.

    She reaches to shake my hand, "Have an adventure Kurt, but get home in one piece, and make sure my lovely niece does too. I''ll see you at the end of year tournament to cheer on my girl."

    Barely an hour later and lines are being cast off the Jolteon. Unfortunately the weather decided to pour rain on us but it''s not coming down too hard. The route to Slateport takes only four hours in clear skies so we should still arrive in the afternoon.

    While helping Destinee do a maintenance check on all the dive gear I spot a word yellow pokemon peeking in on us. Its fuzzy horn, ear things have holes in them.

    Our mechanic catches sight as well, "It''s alright Zap, come meet Kurt. Kurt this is my new Elekid. The girls pooled their winnings at the casino for my birthday!"

    I shrug, "I''m sure it''ll come around. I actually haven''t seen much of you girls'' pokemon."

    Reaching in her coveralls past her sports top she pulls out a dive ball, "I''ve also got an Octillery, Alice actually has her Golduck help with work. Mel has a Swanna, and Boss Johanna has a Noctowl, Seaking, and a Greninja."

    Suppose it would be a bit much to care for a full team while operating a boat.

    Another couple hours slips by, Destinee, Jane and I are playing cards when the shipboard comm sounds, "Kurt and Destinee to the Bridge please."

    There are no windows here in the tech bay but I can feel and hear that we''re still in chop and rain. Hopefully it''s nothing serious.

    Jane tags along but settles for poking her head in with Mel, the bridge can''t fit everyone. Alice is at the helm while Johanna stands by the radio, Watts is seated at the systems console.

    The Captain sets down the radio, "We heard a second of what sounded like a mayday and a loud bang. Then nothing after." She points to a radar, "There are two other craft on the screen. One is the Swannas'' Nest, a small cargo ship registered to the Moss Pokemon Ranch. The other has no ID but radar has it matching us in size. I''m planning on getting visual range before making a decision."

    I check the screen and grab some binoculars off the console, "You suspect a hijacking?"

    She taps her fingers along the dash, "While an appropriate response will be to power up the long radio,"

    "We can''t ignore it," Watts cuts in, "My family has worked closely with the Moss Ranch for three generations. They''re a pillar of Mauville''s economy. Ill fortune for them spreads."

    Mel pipes in from the hall, "Exactly!"

    That had nothing to do with her owning a Swanna, I''m sure...

    Johanna continues, "As the young lady said, we''re thoroughly obligated to do whatever we can while maintaining Miss Wattson''s safety."

    A distant flash of lightning let''s me pick out a silhouette on the waves, "We''ll have our answer soon enough. Just in case, I heard you ladies have a Greninja and a Golduck? I''ll grab some fins and a rebreather while we close in. Even if it''s the worst, this boat is not stopping, Agreed? You can circle after passing."

    Alice looks to her captain who nods, "Those two can join you aboard, my Seaking can get you over there quickly without the fins. I agree to not stopping as well."

    Five minutes later and I can see that it is a robbery, the hole blasted in the side of the cargo ship makes that clear enough. Two blue, bipedal pokemon join me beside the moon pool. Golduck was one of my favorites I feel, and he looks much better in the flesh. Greninja weirds me out.

    Mel is holding the wheel up top while Johanna, Anna, lets out her Seaking, "We''ll swing back in 20 minutes Kurt, are you ready for this?"

    Two powerful amphibians, my Joltik, net gun, at least firearms aren''t a thing here. I nod.

    A ping from the bridge signals we''re about to pass.

    Goggles on, "See ya in twenty, let''s go boys."

    Diving in, Seaking immediately comes up beside me, she''s got a loop of rope for me to hold. We dive below the Jolteon''s wake and head towards the other two boats. The duck and the frog are right behind.

    Visibility is fine with it only being a light storm, we''ll have to dive a bit deeper to avoid detection if anyone is looking. Thunder above reverberates in my ?h?st as I look up and try to peer through the rain impacting the surface.

    My nerves calm as we jet forward, far beneath us I catch the shadow of what should be a Wailord. Something about the current task feels like what should be another day at the office.

    We approach the clear port side of the unidentified vessel. Slowly clearing my head above the water I don''t see any look outs. I point just aft of the bridge at the railing and signal to Golduck to throw me before following with Greninja.

    Psychic abilities aren''t the most pleasant thing to experience first hand as It feels like something yanks me right up towards the railing. I grab hold expecting to have to swing down but Golduck gently lowers me. I guess if they had a look out they didn''t want to stand in the rain.

    A moment passes as the blue dudes hop the railing. I peek in the bridge window. One man at the wheel another pacing while stopping to glare ate the other ship. Impatience must be setting in if they''ve heard Anna trying to hail the Swannas'' Nest. These guys are rocking some familiar outfits, team Aqua hold outs.

    Fortunately the bridge has an open hallway, we can look for a better entry then come back.

    Over the back deck we find another hatch, I can hear someone moving stuff about on the floor below.

    We carefully slip in, "I''ll grab one, you get the other with your tongue. Aime for the mouth so we don''t alert their pals. We turn them and Golduck blasts them with hypnosis, my Joltik will string ''em up."

    As I creep into the bridge I hear the anxious one yell into a hand radio, "Move your ?sses! Time is up, get back to the boat." He throws the radio down, "Matt will have our heads for this."

    I crouch up behind Radio Guy while Greninja aims for the helmsman, 1..2..3!

    Kicking out his knees from behind I force him to spin as I close my own eyes.

    "Gol!"

    Chancing a peek, both men are on their knees completely zoned out. A bit of drool pulls away with my hand, gross.

    Pulling out Tesla''s ball she appears and begins to wrap these two up, "Cover the door guys."

    I walk over to the ship''s radio and switch to the jolteon''s after noting what channel it was on, "This is Kurt, I have the bridge. The grunts are exiting the Swanna now."

    Anna''s voice, "Understood we''ll approach from the other side of the Swanna and make sure no one''s hurt. The rangers said an authority would be on site within the hour."

    Interesting, "Got it, once the last hijacker is across I''ll seal this up and drop anchors."

    Turning to the fella that was yelling at his team, "So, what brought you out on this rainy day?"

    His answer comes as mumbling at best, "Our guy in Slateport said this ship has enough value to cover the next year in operations alone."

    The other dude actually passes out. Better get anything else, "Where were you taking your haul?"

    His eyes begin to clear up, "The Kyogre..Hey, who are you?!"

    A solid right hook puts him out on the floor just as his hand radio buzzes, "All Clear!"

    Stepping to the console I whip the wheel causing the last remaining line to the Swanna to rip free. Next I flick any bay door switch lit up as open, then drop the anchors, finally pulling the throttle to full stop.

    Looking at Golduck and Greninja, "Alright boys, I guarantee they''ve got at least a dingy onboard. We need to make sure they don''t override the doors. Golduck, keep eyes on these two."

    Let''s wrap this up.

 Chapter 28 - Hi, Im Kurt

    No need to make this complicated, I reach down to the unconscious grunt and grab his blue bandana to wrap my right hand. Then picking back up the net gun in the hallway I sling it over my shoulder. Before forgetting I snag the few pokeballs these two had on their belts and drop them in my dive bag.

    Best clue in my greninja pal, "You keep hidden and stop anyone from grabbing a pokeball, snag it with your tongue, knock it out of their arms, doesn''t matter. We''re going to keep stealth if possible but I don''t mind being fast and loud should that fail. None of these clowns are leaving this boat."

    It nods, "Grren!"

    Looking down the hall and at my Joltik on my shoulder, "Our first target is the aft deck below and then whatever bay they launched their ?ssault on the cargo ship from. Web up every one behind me Tess, and zap''em if someone comes for my back."

    She chitters in a kind of nervous excitement.

    The rains outside picks up a notch and the whole boat begins to rock in the chop now that it''s dead in the water. Moving quickly at a crouch under any room windows I make for a ladder well or stairs. Which I find soon as I turn the corner at the end of the hall.

    My dive shoes help me stay steady while I poke my head down.

    "Gah! Shit that hurt!" Seems someone else isn''t as well equipped for the weather.

    A woman is trying to pour gas in an outboard motor tank on an inflatable raft, "Get off your ?ss and check the bridge. Find out why we aren''t getting out of here!"

    She calls on her radio as I pull out of sight, "Leave the eggs, if the boat doesn''t get moving we''re taking the priority haul and bailing."

    Thudding of steps up the stairs, I square my legs, back against the wall. A head b?r?ly passes the corner, a quick left jab puts stars in his eyes. I grab his collar and and belt and pivot him into the hallway wall with a solid thump, a final right fist drops him. I grab his two pokeballs off his belt. "Wrap him Tess."

    While she hogties him I check down the stairs again just in time to see the woman running back further into the ship and out of sight. Hopefully she didn''t hear me.

    I slide down the railing and make a quick dash for the raft, my dive knife cuts the fuel line. Another raft is strapped to a wall but it''s deflated, the motor on a rack detached.

    A flash of light from the corner, and a weird chirp. Carefully walking over I find a couple waist high animal crates. In the first is a rather high strung miniature zebra, the second has a ...blade ninja lawn gnome?

    It takes a stance, "Paaw." And slashes at the metal latch to the crate.

    "Shhhh, relax little guys. No one is stealing you today." They seem to chill a bit.

    The woman runs back into the room without even noticing me crouched by the cages. The little blade guy scrapes his blades together in frustration.

    "NO!, who did this! Shit!" She turns to race back wherever she just came from but I step out and closeline her to the ground.

    "Who the fu?k are you!" Before her hand can grab a ball a tongue whips from the shadows and takes it. My Joltik is quick to follow up by webbing her face to the floor. Greninja hands me the pokeball before using a nearby rope to help Tess tie her up.

    This room has a hatch and another hallway where the woman came from and was headed for. There are no doors to secure here; it''s just an open deck, the hatch reveals a supply and electrical closet. Hallway it is.

    On the left are two doors, the right is windows to the dim and raining outside. Down the hall I can see a man bending down to a pokemon crate from near a large bay door and into the ship.

    There''s a flash of light, "Dammit! Why did it have to be electric types? Why aren''t we moving?!"

    Quietly as possible I check the two doors, both empty bunk rooms. Peeking into the bay room I find it stretches across the boat. Four men are trying to secure thirty odd crates of pokemon. As luck would have it a smaller crate slides along the deck as the ship tilts to my side.

    The crate stops just before me. Inside a foot tall, purple pill bug widens its eyes at the sight of me. I really need to start studying all the pokemon, there''s only what, a thousand of them?

    I signal it to keep quiet, the clever bug nods. One of the grunts dashes over to grab the crate, his back towards me. This probably the last stealth take down I''ll get.

    My hand snakes around his mouth, the other puts him in a choke hold. The ?ss actually bites my hand but the bandana wrap saves my fingers. I make sure we''re out of sight but he''s still struggling when one of the other grunts shouts, "Jake? Where''d ya go man?"

    Well shit. Jake is almost out when his buddy runs over and immediately sees me, "Who the fu?k are you?!"

    "Hi, I''m Kurt, this is my net gun." The net fired from my hip whips forward and takes him clean off his feet.

    Jake is finally out cold and I reach for my own pokeballs, "You''re up Shak."

    My six foot Golbat appears, basically a blue bear with wings for arms.

    "Get in there and hit the last two with Super Sonic then take one down. Greninja you get the other."

    Tesla dutifully wraps up Jake while I plug my ears.

    "SrEEEEeEeEeEeEeEeE!"

    Jeezus I''ve heard more pleasant car alarms I''m sure.

    I jog in and disarm the m??ning guy in the net with blood coming out his ears. My Golbat flying tackles another and chomps down on his shoulder while Greninja throws his Ice shuriken at the last.

    The room is a racket of barks, screeches, and sounds I can''t label as caged pokemon react to the ?ssault. Across the room a hatch opens as another woman comes running in.

    "Tess, Electroweb." The gal b?r?ly registers what''s going on when the web catches her not unlike my net gun. Except this one shocks her into a drooling mess. I''ll pretend I don''t see the other puddle on the floor.

    My Golbat''s victim passes out, likely blood loss. Man these critters are brutal on humans. Greninja has the other one literally tongue tied. I point and my Joltik goes and secures that one with more web. It''s slower, I can tell she''s worn out.

    "All right back to the balls you two, nice work."

    Fifteen minutes later, Greninja, Golduck and I have all the grunts tossed in larger pokemon crates. Which means I have five miniature zebra''s laying about the cargo bay. Alongside are four, larger ?du?ts with white antlers that spark occasionally.

    I take inventory while I wait for the Cargo ship to circle around and come alongside. It''s risky to try and move them back again with the storm still going on. We''ll have to steer this boat into slateport''s ranger dock.

    Dexa starts spouting off pokemon names, "Blitzle, Zebstrika, Pawniard, Venipede, Emolga, Solosis," is that a slime? "Minccino, Lillipup, Mienfoo."

    There are only four of that last pokemon, little bipedal weasel things, cute for sure. The important part is that one is clearly a shiny varint with it''s lavender tinted fur while the other three are peach. A couple of the other pokemon might have uncommon colorations but this is the most blatant.

    Reviewing the information I see what''s going on here. These are all pokemon from Unova that can''t be caught in the wild here. Mostly focused on cute pokemon it seems, which from a sales perspective makes sense. The ?du?t electro zebras might be for starting a local herd.

    Nothing much to do down here, I head back to the bridge to check on the cargo hauler. Just as I reach the radio I catch sight of something massive silhouetted against a distant lightning bolt, landing on the nearby ship.

    "Kurt to Swanna, everything alright over there?"

    A moment, "This is Isaac on the Swanna, all good here. The Pike has arrived on behalf of the rangers."

    The Pike? Whatever, "How long before we set for Slateport?"

    Another pause, then a woman''s voice, "This is Lucy from the Hoenn League. If you can drive that boat, go ahead towards Slateport''s ranger dock. I''ll be joining you after I finish getting statements here."

    Works for me, "Got it, I''ll get this junker moving."

    If anything, this being a relatively older craft means the controls look more normal to me. The bridge on the Jolteon looks ready for spaceflight.

    Thirty or so minutes after getting back underway a shadow passes over my windshield. A woman drops from above onto the prow, raises her hand and a flash of light indicates she returned a pokemon.

    She walks up, I point back at the entrance. A moment later I''m joined by a lovely woman with dark hair and red highlights wearing a raincoat over a spandex gym outfit. Actually she looks a bit familiar but I can''t place it.

    Shaking out her hair, "What a day for fighting pirates eh, do I have something on my face?"

    And I''m caught staring at a cop, great, "No you just look weirdly familiar, how''d you get out here anyway?"

    With a laugh, "I would think I look familiar, my niece is on your team. Rode out here on my Gyarados."

    It''s the red eyes, "Jane''s? Small world I suppose. Er, she''s been pretty shut up about family stuff."

    "Makes sense, I''m all she''s got, but we''ll catch up with her in port. I was actually on my way to meeting your team there when the call came in. I''m gonna poke my head below and check it out. Nice work by the way." And off she jaunts down the hall...I''m not admiring her leggings, promise.

    How would that be though? Just flying off wherever you need to go, wait, she said Gyarados.

    My Dex app says they can make sort of long distance, high speed hops across water, cool.

    Lucy eventually joins me back on the bridge, "Looks like you''ve got it handled, of course as you have the culprits I''m stuck here. I can''t wait to see my girl, her mom would have been so excited to hear she caught an Onix."

    Well, that answers that question, "Anything specific you were coming for?"

    Her eyes give me that mamma bear glare, "Heard my little Jane has a team member almost my age. Looks like that was an exaggeration. Still, what gives?"

    Really, surely she''s not that old, "Spit fire of a girl was looking to fight the world, couldn''t leave her by herself when all the teams were getting decided. Wattsons hired us and here we are. I''m not from around here, that Isaac fella on the other boat called you The Pike?"

    Operation subject change succeeds, "I''m Lucy, the Pike Queen. One of Hoenn''s WPC leaders, I know you just met Vivica. My specialty is serpents, soon as I heard Jane was training a Magicarp and caught an Onix I had to come."

    Specializing sounds fun, "Are all the WPC leaders themed like that?"

    She kicks back in the second chair, "In some way, we''re supposed to present a specific type of challenge. Most trainers that go full pro find their groove eventually. A part of it might be the international attention making us want to stand out. Been thinking about it yourself?"

    If running a haunted house is an option I''m already set but, "Maybe, I''m definitely keen on doing a solid tour of the world before settling down for keeps. Well¡­ who knows."

    I don''t think taking off with Rustboro''s favorite doctor will make me a welcome addition to the neighborhood.

    Two hours pass in simple conversation about fun themes some older trainers pick, a scare from a 14 foot black viper guarding the cages, and Slateport is within sight as the storm passes.

 Chapter 29 - Port Call

    While the guide tug leads us into the ranger dock I mull over my conversation with The Pike, Lucy. I had been largely ignorant of a two sided coin very critical to trainers in their first year.

    On one side, it''s difficult to split your time training more than one pokemon. Haste makes waste and other old folk sayings. The other side is that by limiting what you catch you limit your options. While in a controlled environment that might be less important but these journeys are no park walks.

    Next part was something I also haven''t considered, nothing stops you from catching all you can. Sure if you nab a whole nest of the same species you''ll be fined. However, six is not a hard limit.

    Even what May told me wasn''t entirely accurate. If you say ''emergency'' or hold down the pokeball bu??on for three seconds, your locked pokeballs will still function...And it sends a ping to the local rangers in case you need ?ssistance.

    Lucy speaks up as she sees our destination, "Heads up, Isaac Moss is planning on letting your team each pick a pokemon as a reward. He''s heir to the family so I''m sure you can weasel a bit more if you promise not to mention what happened. Oh, and the rangers are going to offer you half the poke from auctioning this boat."

    Hey, "Only half?"

    She laughs, "Yup, the other half is mine. Sorry but my time is worth more even if you did most of the work."

    Comes with owning a gyarados I guess. I won''t gripe about getting half of something I didn''t expect.

    I put the engines to full stop and let the tug position the ship. Wingulls bring tie lines and in short order we''re down on land again.

    The rangers get my statement and then start moving all the pokemon to a waiting flatbed truck with the Moss Ranch logo. A green standing stone in a circled wooden pen, sorta like a pokeball with a stretched up bu??on.

    By the time the grunts are hauled off the other two ships have both docked. Golduck and Greninja swim over to the Jolteon. I get a text from Naomi with the address of a local restaurant.

    Showing Lucy, "Shall we?"

    -------

    The place is fancy enough, on the second floor of an imported goods shopping mall and overlooking the bay. A Wattson family lawyer and one for the Moss family meet us at the table. Isaac Moss, nervously trying to keep his sea green hair out of his face, shows Jane, Naomi and I a ship''s inventory of the pokemon.

    For Naomi, she has a Flabebe, Clamperl, and a Ralts egg. On her capture wishlist is Cottonee and Swablu. She mumbles something about a fairy garden. Otherwise she has a bunch of fancy horses she''d like but aren''t around here. Blitzle apparently doesn''t make that cut.

    "My whole family uses electric pokemon, pass thank you. Did anything else catch your eye Mister Kurt?"

    Staring at a type chart on my dex app, "If you care about coverage at all, how about a fighter. One of the Mienfoo was unique."

    She looks it up on her phone, eyes bulging a little, "Perfect!"

    Jane meanwhile has been in a whispered huddle with her aunt. She turns to Isaac, "We see you only have two Venipede. Was that meant to be a breeding pair?"

    He nods hesitantly while glancing at the lawyers, "I''m sure we can make an arrangement so long as you''re willing to loan the resulting Scolipede back to¡­ well you know."

    Both her and Lucy give a satisfied nod, "Works for us."

    The table turns to me, I haven''t touched the inventory printout in front of me, "I hear your ranch has Eevee?"

    Isaac looks visibly relieved, his lawyer interjects, "Yes, I''m sure we''d be happy to let you jump the waiting list for purchase,"

    I cut him off, "Nope, you''ll be giving me a female as young as possible. Along with a leaf stone or moss rock. In this ball."

    A Luxury ball gets placed on the table, this one has green and silver trimmings instead of red and gold. I traded the first one at the casino.

    Isaac gulps and looks to the lawyer again.

    Doing the classic glasses push, "Overplaying your hand Mister Kurt? The wait list for Eevee alone is over a year long."

    "Not at all," my grin wolfish, "I''m willing to sign a nondisclosure agreement concerning how poorly protected your shipment was and escort the truck to Mauville City."

    Lucy chuckles and closes Jane''s open jaw, Naomi hides a smile.

    Lawyer man actually nods, "Naturally we''d request one from Miss Jane here as well but that should be agreeable. The truck will leave tomorrow morning."

    Slumping in his chair Isaac wh?n?s, "Lydia is gonna kick my ?ss."

    After the early dinner, our next stop is the hotel. Again apparently owned by the Wattsons.

    I get a creepy surprise when two of my Joltik pop out of her ball. Only one moves to snuggle onto the bed however. I nudge the remaining husk, "You molting girl?"

    She chitters a delicate nod after making a blanket burrow.

    The room has a computer, so I link it with my phone and scan both the husk and Tesla.

    A video featuring Professor Juniper pops up, "Joltik Evolution can be anticipated and tracked based on their moltings. Normally Joltik molt once a year in spring. When nearing evolution they will molt weekly three times on average depending on how much they eat during the process. You can tell the difference between an annual molt and evolution molt by both the timing and if the Joltik gains hints of Galvantula''s stripes."

    The slide shows a normal yellow Joltik with larger pedipalps and slight brown striping.

    Sliding back Tesla''s blanket a bit I can see some grey lines coming in, "Looks like you''re gonna need more food, girl."

    She nuzzles into my palm for scritches and quickly drifts off to dream land.

    There''s a bit left to the video so I hit play, "Once they molt, Joltik should be allowed to rest while their new exoskeleton hardens. One day is plenty."

    While I relax and ignore my Golbat ripping ?ss in the corner, I flip on the TV.

    A reporter is interviewing Mr. Stone, "Do you have any comment on Brawly, ex gym leader of Dewford, returning to Kanto?"

    In typical political fashion, "It''s not my place to comment on him. However the city council has my support as they have a sterling track record this last decade."

    That reminds me, I better send that researcher Mario an email since we''re in town.

    Barely two minutes pass before I get a reply asking me to meet him at the Oceanographic Institute in an hour.

    Well, it is only seven. I text the girls, Naomi will join me and hit the pokemart on the way. Jane is with her aunt.

    Looking around the room, "Blue guard Tess and the egg, Shak, off your ?ss bud."

    Walking down stairs I''m already having a hard time keeping up with a team of five. Not to mention that we''re headed inland again.

    Watts is waiting in the lobby with her new Mienfoo in her arms like a teddy, it seems perfectly fine with it.

    She hops in front of me, "Kurt, meet Froosh. Froosh, this is Kurt. I hope you don''t mind Kurt, if she joins us tonight?"

    I''m not calling her that, it''s kungfu weasel or Mienfoo, "Let''s get to shopping. I wanted to ask what our plan for the next couple weeks are regarding our water pokemon?"

    We make for the front door which I hold for the little heiress. Her reply, "Thank you. We can leave them in Mauville for now. There is a public Aquarium in the city which has a private section for those who can afford it. My family Owns it. It won''t be for too long, after Rustboro gym we''ll be visiting Alola after all."

    Honestly the idea of leaving any of my pokemon behind for a time seems stressful. I need my own place with a caretaker, which I guess is exactly what she''s talking about.

    The shops hear in Slateport are loaded with the hard to find stuff. Best of which are all the supplements for bug and electric type that my Joltik will need. Naomi actually is a huge help here.

    When we pass the doll shop, Naomi cuddles her Mienfoo more. Again, it seems to enjoy the attention.

    It''s a short walk to the institute. The buildings are all glass shaped like eggs. Marius meets us at the gate and escorts us to the main lobby where he has a ??ptop sitting on a bench. Another older man in a grey suit is waiting near an exhibit featuring a massive mural of Kyogre.

    He turns to us, "Hello I''m Captain Stern, Marius was kind enough to arrange this quick meeting, I''d like to thank you again for helping him with his project."

    I laugh, heck of a project, "It was quite the adventure and I''m happy it went so well for your institute."

    Stern chuckles, "Really I don''t know how it could have gone better. Well except perhaps if the Sharpedo nest and Dhelmise had been cleared. In fact I was actually hoping to offer you that commission."

    Time is a bit tight, "We just came from there, what kind of timetable are we talking about?"

    The young researcher steps into the conversation, "There won''t be an available institute on site crew for nearly a month. However Mr. Stone has kindly agreed to close off the area. Those were powerful pokemon so hopefully that gives you some time to figure out a plan."

    I look to Noami, she considers our schedule, "By that time we''ll be back from Alola, explored some spots near Rustboro and gotten our Petalburg badges. It should fit perfectly for Jane to visit Mr. Stone again as well."

    "Sounds like we have a plan then." I offer my hand for Captain Stern to shake.

    Marius looks like he''s about to pull up his ??ptop but Stern cuts him off, "Not this time Marius. Thank you for your time Kurt, Miss Wattson, I know it was rather late to ask for a meeting."

    Guess you''re still low on the totem pole Mario.

    Meeting adjourned, we''re escorted out.

    Watts hops ahead a bit, "What do you think Marius was going to show us Kurt?"

    Hmm, "Probably something to do with Lugia. Personally I think we have a long way to go before that mess. I''m more worried about that Mega Sharpedo."

    Naomi sticks out her tongue, "Boo, but I guess we have been on the water plenty. I need to catch up. You already have eight Pok¨¦mon if we count the fossil, egg, and eevee. We only have one badge!"

    Well, "I have two. The eevee is for my girlfriend, and my Skrelp is gonna spend a lot of time in fishtanks it seems."

    Seeing the hotel ahead, "I think we should ask Jane''s aunt for more advice on the drive tomorrow. I hardly feel we have time to train our Pok¨¦mon with this tight schedule."

    She looks at her new Mienfoo, "You''re probably right. I want time to get to know Froosh. This is why the season takes nearly all year."

    Ah that reminds me, "We should also battle the other teams at some point. I''m surprised your cousin didn''t come with us."

    The young girl turns away, ???Vermilya and I don''t get along. She¡­ thinks I''m ''So stuck up I couldn''t notice her if she punched my face!'' Was how she put it."

    Unfortunately I chuckle, "You''ve been playful and polite as far as I''ve seen.. Don''t worry, we''ll show her whose head is in the clouds."

 Chapter 30 - Wheel and Deal

    The next morning brought chirping tailows and cawing wingulls in the clear skies of spring. Our pals from the ranch are all loaded up. Naomi has an open cab jeep arranged for us.

    As the girls climb in I notice Jane has a pretty sour look. But before I can ask I see her aunt shake her head, she mouths, ''Wait."

    I hop in the driver seat, Tesla insists on snuggling into my ??p chirping happily for the extra attention today. Pokemon on average are supposed to be smart as a human toddler, this is definitely a spoiled girl.

    Lucy hops in the back across from Naomi, Jane gets shotgun. The North road out of town is paved to my surprise.

    Jane let''s her Sandile sit in her ??p and rides with its head over the window. Naomi''s Flabebe rides in her hair, taking in the breeze. Speed limit is 25, we still pass folks walking.

    On that note, "Naomi, how exactly are we getting to Alola by the way?"

    She hops in her seat a bit, "The Zekrom, it''s our helicopter, plane hybrid. I''ve never gotten to ride it before but my father told me it''s his favorite thing he ever had built."

    An Osprey?! Ya, thats dope, "Okay, now I''m excited too. We gonna have room on board for me to bring Doc Cutter?"

    "If you like, I''m sure she''ll love it. Are you planning on proposing with that eevee?"

    Jane see''s my look and rolls her eyes, "It''s popular to present a pokemon as an engagement gift."

    Ah, "Well...huh, uh oh?"

    Lucy laughs, "First you''re hearing of that eh, how long have you been seeing this gal?"

    "A month and some change, we really hit it off but getting married so fast sounds...extreme?"

    Jane side eyes me, "Pidove."

    I take it that means chicken, "What about you miss grumpy, what got you all wrapped cozy in teen angst today?"

    Lucy, "Ah, Kurt,"

    "It''s fine," Jane apparently wants to release some steam, "Someone paid my dad''s bail. A week ago, just after I left for Littleroot Town. I suppose he just didn''t feel like telling us. Which I guess means he still doesn''t care."

    Well that would ruin a morning, "You''re 16 Jane, you''ve got your own life."

    She sighs while picking some shedding from her sand croc, "Yup, coming up on 17. So Naomi mentioned you want to make some better plans?"

    The road comes up onto a dike that looks to stretch for miles, "Ya so let''s talk this Mauville Mosh first since that''s where we are headed."

    Naomi leans forward, "The Mosh is the best thing to happen for the league in years!"

    I look back at Lucy, she laughs, "Who would have thought loud music and a battle royal would quintuple viewership and triple overall league income."

    You''re joking, "Battle Royal?!"

    Noami lays it out, "Shawn and Kirk each send in pokemon matching the average participant skill level. It''s a 30 max pokemon free for all. Once a week, top five pokemon trainers get the badge. Last trainer standing gets a bonus prize."

    No wonder it boosted viewership, "I''m guessing Onix is gonna be our ticket to win?"

    Jane smirks while Naomi hops again, "Exactly! Your Joltik can help her defend¡­"

    Watts trails off before m??ning, "I need to train my pokemon! Either Flabebe here needs to finish evolving in three days or I''m using Clamperl. Mienfoo won''t be strong enough for an all out melee yet."

    The little sprite holding a flower in her hair is a bit bigger I guess. Maybe six inches now?

    Hmm, "Either way there''s a chance not all three of us make top 5, so that means we''ll have to come back to Mauville later? With stronger pokemon too I guess."

    Lucy adds, "That''s part of the draw, as the season goes on, the mosh gets stronger average participants. Your plan is fine for being the first month, there''s a good chance you will make it if you use the Clamperl."

    As land becomes visible I spot a massive lighthouse and office building standing over a small town, "What''s that?"

    Jane, "The Weather Station and Misty Village, a science facility in the midst of a town of superstitious weirdos."

    That might just be what I''m looking for, "Lucy, where do you keep your pokemon?"

    Her brow raises, "By a girl a drink first."

    The teen tries to swat her aunt behind her seat, "Just answer Aunty."

    While laughing and swatting back, "I have a large section of the park at Battle Tower in LaRousse City."

    Ah, perks of being part of an organization, "If I say, suddenly decided I want my own fancy lighthouse on the point just south of Rustboro. What''s that involve?"

    She kicks back in her seat, "A private facility would be nice, but first I believe all land surrounding Rustboro is owned by the Devon Corporation."

    Noami lights up, "I''m sure my family lawyers could help, but land is pretty expensive Kurt, I know we''re not paying you that much."

    Looks like I have some more commissions to take on before that dream becomes reality.

    Lucy further rains on my parade, "Also if the land isn''t in city limits any construction needs league approval. Not just that it''s not harming pokemon but for why you want it to begin with."

    Talk about government oversight.

    Leaving the sea and small town behind, we drive into more of that west Hoenn hill lands. The humidity isn''t awful and taking it slow to keep pace with the tuck ahead makes it a comfortable drive.

    Next bit of planning, "What about yourself Miss Watts, not taking over the family business?"

    She scowls as she pets the petals of her pokemon, "I guess I wouldn''t mind actually. My older cousins have first say but the boys are happy with the mosh. Aunt Vivica has her casino. I''m just in the middle."

    So she says but, "You seem to have a large amount of pull for a kid then. I don''t want to pressure you but it seems most of your family''s employees expect you to as well. What do you want?"

    Now the frown turns around, "Everyone is always really helpful¡­ I want a grand garden pokemon reserve!"

    "Like the safari zone?"

    Jane shakes her head, "That place is just a couple muddy hills and a bunch of weeds."

    Noami holds her little flower pokemon between the seats, "A real botanical masterpiece, with fairy and grass types from all around the world."

    I can see it, "Sounds expensive, but I bet you''ll figure out."

    In the distance a massive structure catches the morning light. It''s probably one of the largest glass structures I''ve seen in any life. Like you''d imagine a space colony on another planet.

    Once we get close enough that it fills my vision, we turn off the road. Heading around towards the west side of the enclosed city.

    Guess we''re almost there, "What about you Jane?"

    Lucy perks up, Jane just shrugs, "Not going to prison."

    Oh come on, "Great, you''re officially my ?ssistant till your Aunt says otherwise."

    Said Aunt raises a brow, "And just what is it you plan on doing Kurt?"

    I point towards the ranch fence in the distance, "Bounty hunting. I''ve already got commissions from Greater Mauville Holdings, the Hoenn Pokemon Lab, and the Oceanographic Institute. Next stop, the largest breeder family in Hoenn. I wouldn''t mind if you put in a word for me with the rangers either Miss Pike."

    That gets another laugh from her, "I can do that, sounds good. Wanna be a Ranger Jane? Tag along with Kurt a couple years and you''ll negate your juvi record. Would be your own hard work."

    A fire lights in Jane, I can feel it. Her hands tighten into fists while she just quietly nods.

    The truck pulls off the loop and heads towards a three story ranch house. In the fields I can see a Manectric guarding a dozen electrikes running about. On the other side a pair of Zangoose are eating fruit under a tree while watching a Skitty try to climb it.

    We stop out front of the main building and some workers meet the truck to start unloading. Isaac hops down and waves for us to follow him in.

    For a farmhouse, it''s a very modern lobby. Polished terracotta floors, open rafters, large light fixtures made of some kind of antlers. Plush couches surround a large tree stump coffee table easily seven feet diameter.

    A green haired woman that could pass for Isaac''s twin leans on a counter with an LCD flatscreen on the wall behind it. The screen showing various live cams of pokemon on the ranch.

    She just frowns as Isaac approaches, "So Lydia, got that Eevee I called about?"

    And there goes a stapler, "What in the name of Tauros t?st????s were you doing on that boat that let Pirates board in mid day?!"

    He rubs his neck, "It was stormy, and you the radar on the Swanna was out when we left Unova."

    "So No one saw them pull alongside and mount charges to blow the bay door? Or could it be you were all playing games again instead of having someone on watch? Especially during a storm."

    Yikes, I clear my throat and step up to the counter, "Easy on the t?st????s mam, the cussing and your brothers. I''m Kurt by the way,"

    "You single?" She cuts me off. "I''m a widow and he''s useless. How ya feel about running a ranch, heard you can handle a scrap just fine."

    Riiight, "No, spoken for. Ranch work that dangerous?"

    "You just fought off pirates didn''t you? Last week we had a trainee get caught under a Tropius. Rest my Tyson," she looks at a big trophy on the wall, "some ?ss stole a bunch of Flygon''s eggs, she went into a right fit. Passed from guilt shortly after he did."

    Name sounds familiar, how to move on, "Not keen on runnin the place," for some reason my voice picked up a slight drawl, "but I do plan to offer services for hunting down special orders and the like."

    Isaac pops back, "That''d be great! No one ever bothers to ask."

    Lydia''s glare shuts him up, "We might have some work. How much are you asking?"

    I''m no fool, and I came with a pro today, "Got any jobs west of here?"

    She pulls up a ??ptop behind the counter. After a moment the screen behind her changes. Three pokemon split the screen, Deerling, Sawblu, and Bagon.

    The Deerling takes up the screen, "Most of our herd got sick last year and unfortunately didn''t have the strength for winter. We need at least two more male Sawsbucks to get back to capacity by next year. They''ve been spotted west of Verdanturf Town."

    Next slide is Swablu, "You can find these north of Rustboro outside of Meteor Falls. We only need one male but before the month is up."

    Last the Bagon, "You can find these guys there as well, either in the cave or on the cliffs nearby. This order is for a female, asap."

    Slide show over, she walks around and leans on the counter, hands in her overalls, "What ya think?"

    Looking to the team, "We should be able to pick these up without going terribly out of our way. Lucy, what would you charge for dragon hunting?"

    She leans back on the couch and mulls it over, "50k for the Bagon, 40k for the Swablu and 25k per Sawsbuck, those will actually take the longest to find."

    Jane''s eyes go wide but Noami agrees, "Finding the Sawsbucks will certainly be more time consuming. They have a wide range and two males are unlikely to be found together. Yet the market demand for dragons is always higher. Not to mention those are commissions instead of filling stock. I imagine even at the price Lady Pike stated the ranch will turn a healthy profit."

    Jeez and this kid isn''t sure she''s being groomed for business.

    I turn back to stone face Lydia and the sweating Isaac, "I''ll do all three for 110k total."

    Not flinching, she counters, "95."

    She''s not used to having to haggle down, but I try not to smirk, "100k, 25k upfront for supplies. I understand I don''t have much reputation to my name except beating the piss out of some pirates yesterday."

    Her reply gets caught in her throat, "20k upfront with a signed contract."

    I knew punching people in the face would take me places in this world, from day one, "Deal."

 Chapter 31 - Evolution in Revolution

    The last matter of business is my Eevee. Something Isaac hadn''t told Lydia about judging by the yelling in a small side office, but being ?ssured the lawyers cleared it eases things.

    If looks could kill however, "All right Kurt, come have your pick of the most valuable pokemon in the breeding industry."

    A rare instance of my memory of the games, "Not Ditto?"

    Lydia and Isaac both give me weird looks, he shakes his head, "No, nevermind it being just a blob of goo, it can''t breed with other pokemon. So hardly something breeders would be interested in."

    Maybe I look confused because Lydia explains, "If it turns into a copy of what it sees then it is the same gender. Even if it went female then it couldn''t stay transformed long enough to develop an egg. While a male transformation still wouldn''t have the genetic variance for the embryo to be viable."

    Whelp, there goes all the video game logic. Now I need to hard pivot without sounding stupid, "I see. Anyway since you didn''t know I came for an Eevee Lydia, it''s for my girlfriend."

    "The one thats keeping ya off the market?" At least her smirk tells me she is just kidding, hopefully, "Any thing you''re looking for specifically, we actually have dozens of pups right now. We are actually the top breeding facility internationally when it comes to Eevee."

    You know, I bet remembering the nitty gritty game details would be really useful right now, "I''m planning on evolving it to a Leafeon as quickly as possible. They''re all cute so other than that it needs to be a solid fighter and preferably clever."

    She glares at her brother, "Now I see why you didn''t tell me." looking back to me, "Just down this hall Kurt, you''ll see why we''re number one."

    We start heading out of the lobby to a long hall of glass, on each side are 30x30 garden enclosures. Screens below the windows have live health monitoring and statistics for each resident.

    "We have a program that lets us evolve them shortly after birth," Lydia points behind us to the other side.

    It''s a window into a live painting, the small lily pond, ferns, patches of wildflowers shaded by a willow tree that stretches past the roof. In front of a moss coated stone den is a Leafeon and her five pups.

    Isaac sighs, "These are Lydia''s favorite."

    Lucy points, "That looks like the one you''re after Kurt."

    Sure enough two of the pups are having their own little battle. One is hopping about, tail wagging a mile a minute. It''s opponent seems to be trying to dodge at the last second each time."

    Lydia grumbles, "That one is pretty stubborn, won''t eat any of the dried foods. Yes, female, and the smart one of the litter, and,"

    The Leafeon pup in question swiped a bunch of leaves into the air to hide whipping her tail around to smack down the hopping one.

    "She''s a tad aggressive. Good for trainers, less so for around the house."

    I think the Doc can handle that, I plan on getting her out of the house a fair bit anyway.

    Miss Pike whispers behind me, "That was practically a Sword Dance into Leafblade already."

    Really? Cause it looked like a cheap shot to me.

    "I''ll take her." Turning to Lydia, "What can you tell me about the parents?"

    She scowls at my choice of words, "Mother is mine, stud was from a friend of my late husband. Both Leafeon have been in the top 8 of tournaments. This is a very expensive litter of pups."

    Sheesh, I get it, "Worth more than the shipment I rescued?"

    No response, just rolled eyes and hands shoved in coverall pockets.

    Looking down the hall, "So you do this little set up with the other Eeveelutions?"

    Isaac cuts in, "Some more successfully than others. Come on, I''ll show you while my sister fetches the Leafeon pup."

    Next on the right side of the hall is a tide pool set up like aquariums from home, complete with young Vaporeons. Across the hall is a strange cave set up, with stalagmites that are lit like torches , the only source of light. Somehow there are some Flareon and Umbreon pups wrestling about.

    "Doesn''t the darkness mess with the Flareons?"

    Isaac shakes his head, "Not to any measurable degree. There''s a hold period of three days when we let them adjust in one of the pens outside. If not purchased already they get to stay in an even larger mixed species area."

    The next one has the further mixed results he''s talking about. It''s like a victorian courtyard with flower beds and a small fountain. Inside are Normal Eevees, Sylveon and a single Espeon. Last in the hall is a room that takes me a moment to understand the science of.

    Floating in mid air is a pale glowing boulder with veins of iron and quartz. Then with a flash, a small bolt of lightning fires into the boulder from an antenna mounted on a wall. The entire room looks like a strange crater. Inside are Jolteon and a greyish regular eevee, in the flash of lightning I catch a hint of something like crystal quills in its fur.

    As I''m about to ask if that''s what I think it is, the door at the end of the hall next to us pops open. Out steps a handsome man in a lab coat with a red scarf and beret. Trailing just behind him is a gal also wearing a labcoat and hair matching the Moss siblings. He''s laughing at something, and she''s blushing slightly.

    Isaac pulls them over, "Abby, Lucas, I was about to tell Kurt here why we''re number one but I think you''ll do a better job."

    Lucas squints at me, "Wait, Kurt you say? The one working for Birch?" I nod, he laughs more, "Ha, this is perfect. Professor Rowan asked me to meet up with you once your sandshrew hatched. Fun project that, just let me get your contact info while Abby explains the amazing work we''re doing here."

    The green haired gal puts on some glasses and a business face, "Nice to meet you Kurt, your project under Birch is actually related to what we are doing here to a degree. This room simulates Unova''s Chargestone Cave, highly magnetized fields and special combinations of minerals result in floating boulders similar to ours. We''re on the verge of discovering what a Rock type eeveelution could be."

    After handing my phone back Lucas tags on, "Well, or Electric/Rock, like the geodude line from Alola. Please give me a ring as soon as that egg hatches Kurt, ''new type evolutions'' is my specialty. Also, I know Professor Elm has an ?ssistant on her way to Rustboro to meet you. Lyra''s specialty is ''new type breeding'' we coordinate projects sometimes."

    Abby frowns at the mention but turns to Isaac, "Are Kurt and his friends here for an Eevee or just looking?"

    Lydia catches up to us, "He''s here for a Leafeon." She hands me my Luxury Ball, it''s cold to the touch, "We have a machine that puts pokemon ment as gifts into hibernation. It''s completely harmless, studies have shown that the pokemon bond better with their intended recipient if they have less contact with other trainers beforehand."

    Having had enough of being led in a circle of conversation without getting a word in, "Thank you. This set up yall have here is really,"

    "Kurt,"

    Amazing.

    Noami interrupts, "I was hoping to introduce you to my father and grandfather over lunch. I think we should wrap up or we''ll need to rush. Wattsons aren''t used to being kept waiting."

    "Well it was lovely meeting you all I guess," I sigh but take another look around the hall, "Really, this is a fantastic project. I think it''s absolutely brilliant. You''ll be hearing from me hopefully before too long Lucas."

    Hands are shook, and Leafeon''s ball is carefully placed in my bag. Meeting with the Wattsons be damned, I''m more nervous about giving this to Lacy. If her golden eyes will light up and,

    "Kurt let''s move it boss man." Jane is leaning down to wave at my face.

    Not the redhead I had in mind.

    Back out through the lobby and into the jeep we go. The last bit of the ranch that catches my eye is a legit woolly mammoth sleeping under a big oak tree.

    It''s just a five minute drive to the west road to Mauville. I''ve got an odd feeling about this massive mall of a city. Even now as we drive up to the entrance and see the six stories of glass and metal.

    Then it hits, "I''ve seen bigger."

    All three girls give me a strange look.

    Miss Pike asks, "Where? This might not be the tallest, but in square footage this is one of, if not The, biggest buildings in the world."

    Jane covers for me, sorta, "Kurt''s memory is shadows at best prior to a monthish ago Aunty. He''s lucky that whatever job he had was pretty intense, and they just told him to call this a retirement."

    At the road entrance we''re directed into an underground parking lot. Electric, pastel colored golf carts line a wall of charging stations. Red being our team color means I''m out voted, pastel red is practically pink.

    Seems Aunt Pike has her own plans, "Play nice with the people that pay your bills, Janey. See you three at dinner."

    Exiting into the main lobby we drive around a six story waterfall feature, the water forms a crescent around a three story, metal statue of Mega Manectric. Looking towards the top I can see the sky through a glass dome. An Emolga flys in and out of view at the top floor where bits of plants can be seen hanging over the railing.

    "Is the top floor a park?"

    Noami is trying to wrangle her blonde locks in the rearview mirror, "Yes, it''s an artificial field zone meant to allow children and rookie trainers to interact or catch one of the dozen species of smaller electric pokemon. Like Pachirisu, Dedenne, or those annoying Yamper."

    Thats pretty neat, "I know there''s more so spill it while we pass the fashion departments."

    "We''ll there are a few popular ones," Now she''s diggin into a makeup bag, "Drive steady please. First is the kid stuff, the Find a Voltorb Ball Pit, the Mareep Petting Barn, a Pikachu cafe, Magnemite Magnet room, Togedemaru bowling, Electabuzz Boxing, Chinchou Aquarium, Oricorio dance challenge. Finally the Morpeko Jr. Bake Off."

    I hold her shoulder steady while I move around an older lady puttering along.

    "Thanks, next is the teen targeted activities. We have Flash Bolt Racing, trainers ride their Manectric, Zebstrika, or large breed Luxray. One girl won the cup on her Eelektross."

    I''ve seen what those look like, I''m totally getting one. Too bad I''m a bit big to ride it.

    She points, "Right here is the Raichu Wave house."

    Sure enough in the center of the clothing wing dedicated to beach wear is an indoor wakeboarding set up. An over tanned Raichu laughing at a boy failing to impress his date.

    "There are some non direct pokemon attractions like the Thunder Steelix Rollercoaster. For ?du?ts there is the Rotom House appliance store, legendaries and fossil exhibits."

    While putting away her kit she waves ahead, "Take this cart elevator kurt, fourth floor, the restaurant behind the big Zapdos statue in the center atrium."

    You know, I''m beginning to understand why she is sick of electric pokemon.. Maybe.

 Chapter 32 - Perspective Utopia

    The restaurant host recognizes Naomi and asks us to follow him. Ambient music shields the area from the noisy mall, an electronic lofi mix. Monitors on the walls have different audio visualizers, with booths having large curved screens. Our guide brings us towards a private, round booth overlooking the center mall atrium.

    An older fella, mid 70s probably, is watching our approach, he''s wearing a yellow Hawaiian shirt over coveralls.

    Saving the old timer''s knees I step up to shake his hand while he remains seated although I notice he had no intentions of getting up to begin with, "Howdy there Mr. Wattson, seems every man I meet with an hourly wage aspires to be like you someday."

    He chortles, "A legacy I''m quite proud of Kurt, and a fine opener I''ll say. But you needn''t worry boy, you were in my good books the moment I heard you gave that Devon scamp a black eye. His snooty father has been insisting on us saving our lass here to wed the little shit."

    Naomi who was scooting onto the seat slips and knocks her elbow on the table, "Arceus that hurt. Also What, and WHAT?!"

    Jane helps her up and scoots beside her, "How often do you solve things with a hit to the face Kurt?"

    I can''t quite keep a straight face as I pull up beside her, "As needed," Raising a brow towards the senior Wattson, "That waste was 20 abouts isn''t he."

    He scowls, "He''s just under seven years older than our little Noami. It wouldn''t matter if he was the same age, he''s still a sniveling rattata. Never even went on his journey."

    Lame, "We''ll one more harassment charge and he''ll be too busy with the law to get married."

    "Indeed," Behind me a blonde man in a rather nice, and no doubt expensive blue suit arrives, "Let''s talk about other things Mr. Kurt."

    I stand to shake his hand, "I take it you''re the Mayor Wattson."

    He nods and turns to his daughter, "Glad to see you''re enjoying your journey so far Noami, I was getting worried last year.??? Then while noticing the extra seat on their side of the table, "Sorry dear, your mother had a Grand Festival meeting to attend today."

    Mayor Wattson grins at his father in a kind of silly pride, "You know Ursula was voted head judge this year?"

    Naomi rolls her eyes and growls out, "Please inform her I''m available for lunch tomorrow. In the food court."

    The man misses the implication and is already focused back on me, "So I hear you have a rare coloration Joltik?"

    Wattson Senior sits up in his seat and the luncheon proceeds as such. They practically ignore the two girls except to recommend certain electric pokemon. No sooner is the food gone then they are excusing themselves to other appointments.

    Standing at the railing in front of the restaurant, I glance at the two sour faced girls, "Let''s go look at some fish. Water makes me feel better at least."

    Another ten minutes and passing the bike shop that sent me my Crobat harness and jacket, and were at the private entrance to an Aquarium.

    It''s almost jaring suddenly seeing normal reef fish,and actual jellyfish. The sort of thing not all that different from home until a Corsola sits up and repositions. Somewhat spoils the moment for me but I can see the girls are feeling better.

    Noami has an odd smirk when she leads us to a private exhibit, "This private tank is for all the water pokemon of the Wattson family."

    I look through the glass, past the rocky front into the ??p pool sized tank, looking harder, "Naomi, it''s empty."

    She laughs, "Yes, and has been since it was built ten years ago. I asked the staff to bring it up to optimum condition before I left to Littleroot however. Let''s break a tradition shall we?"

    Apparently she had emailed the staff as soon as we hit Slateport. In the back room they have quarantine tanks acclimating giant kelp specimens for my Skrelp. One fellow is putting the finishing touches on a waist tall wooden treasure ?h?st.

    Noami giggles, "I thought our King of carps could use some entertainment, it sprays bubbles."

    Jane laughs while the two of them look at the regular fish schools that are being added to the tank. Something about the whole scene hits me like a tsunami of nostalgia. Seems this isn''t my first time being behind the scenes of a public aquarium with teenagers. Maybe an internship or school?

    My Skrelp and Clauncher, Jane''s Magicarp and Corphish, and Naomi''s Clamperl all seem enthused about their temporary home. Even Skrelp shows interest in the bubble ?h?st.

    Naomi checks the time and gives one last shell pat to her Clamperl, "It''s two, we''ve the rest this afternoon, and two more days before the mosh to prepare. We can head up to the park to practice."

    Sounds good to me, "For today we can take it slow, get them used to coordinating and figure out something of a formation. I doubt Jane''s Onix has fond memories of my Joltik."

    Navigating this heavily populated mall I''m once more stunned into recognising that this just isn''t earth. From the fashion, prevalence of domestic pokemon in the mall, the specialty stores, even the music filtering up from a lower floor is a strange jazz compilation of that intro song of red and blue.

    On the topic of the stores, the commercial zones of the mall offer everything you could imagine from a utopian future, and yet not as well. One store is showing off Wall size holographic televisions while the neighboring one has a retro vespa scooter on display. The appliance and furniture stores scream mid century modern yet the juice bar, yes the Juice bar, has a smoothie that cures the cold and flu.

    It''s somewhat overwhelming and therefore quite the relief once we reach the top floor park. With all the pedestrian traffic the top floor doesn''t allow carts. Younger kids are running about, one is tossing a ball with an Electabuzz. A pair of teen girls are relaxing in the shade of a tree with their Plusle and Minun. A young father is teaching his elementary age daughter to ride his Zebstrika.

    Jane mumbles out, "I''m going to the restroom."

    Before she gets too far I whisper to Naomi, "Keep an eye on her, don''t bother her, but if she needs it just be close."

    With only a slight nervous hesitation, she nods and moves to catch up.

    Now suddenly saddled with three traveling packs which include two egg incubators the size of watermelons, I need a place to sit. Amongst the simple city park landscaping there are plenty of benches available.

    Just past the restrooms is a bench observing a grassy battlefield. It looks like a pair of fresh trainers are about to throw down.

    Flashes of light reveal a two headed emu from a boy with a red vest and backwards cap, as well a yellow iguana from another boy, this one in a standard hiking outfit.

    I pull out my dex app while they stare daggers at each other.

    A young woman takes the referee position, "Chet''s Doduo versus Mikey''s Helioptile, Start!"

    ''Chet'' yells like a damn pirate, "No Mercy!"

    Dexa pings into my earbud, ''Agility, Quick Attack, Rage.''

    Young Mikey hesitates at the big angry bird, "Uh, Thunder Shock?"

    Well, things go about how you''d expect when a four foot bird charges a one foot lizard, even if the lizard sends little sparks out.

    I hear a sigh behind me, "I was only gone five minutes."

    A familiar young boy is coming back from the bathrooms. In fact, looking at these three boys again, they were at the lab in Littleroot Town.

    Calling over the kid, "Hey, kid, it''s Kurt from the lab, how''s your team coming along?"

    He jumps like a startled rabbit then takes a breath, "H-Hey Mr. Kurt, we''re doing alright...ish. Those two get a little over competitive sometimes, rival trainer traditions and such."

    "YOU!" Naomi is running over.

    Jane is chasing not far behind but still snapping bu??ons on her fancy pants, "Naomi! Let him explain!"

    What now?

    Miss Wattson charges right up to the lad''s face, ???What were you doing in the girl''s bathroom?!"

    From the field a whistle blows, "Helioptile is unable to battle, Doduo wins!"

    I give the accused kid a better look, this time catching certain¡­ delicate features, ah, "Naomi, Stop."

    "But Kurt, he was," She starts but is interrupted.

    "OY!," The emu trainer from the match has run over, "You okay Amy?"

    Jane finally gets her clothes on straight and quickly whispers into Naomi''s ear.

    Now I stand over a pair of red faced kids mumbling apologies as Naomi has her first meeting with someone, well, not old enough to transition.

    Naomi fights down the embarrassment, "How can I apologise?"

    Amy waves their hands, "No I under-,"

    "Fight him." This Chet brat puffs up but explains, "Amy''s Mareep is really close to finishing his evolution, just needs more experience."

    Mikey catches up in time to add in, "You guys are a team also, right? Are you gonna take on the mosh this week?"

    Jane nods, "Yup, we''re the Red Rebels. And you?"

    Chet laughs, "We''re Team Alpha Dragon!"

    Fodder¡­ preteen dragon fodder.

    Let''s check some boxes first, "Have you kids already gotten a badge? I know you need at least one before the Mosh."

    All three flash their badge case with pride, Chet trumpets, "Got the Petalburg badge on our way here. We did really well in the woods so we figured we''d hit the mosh early and dominate!"

    Naomi looks ready to agree but I shake my head, "Not today, we need to decide our pokemon for the mosh tonight. But we can meet up here tomorrow afternoon, I guess it will be a team triple battle."

    Bird boy and his rival, Mike high five, they both shout, "You''re on!"

    Amy gives a wave, and smiles at Naomi as they run off, "See ya!"

    With the dynamic trio out of earshot, "Naomi¡­ I can''t really fault your action, if it was a boy and they were up mischief that''s one thing buuut,"

    Jane helps me out, "Amy is really sweet, he came with me to Littleroot. Hasn''t been able to decide on a new name yet. Said he sprung it on his moms just before leaving Mauville."

    Oh? Huh, do I wanna ask if the folks in this world are just that libral or live in happy ignorance ?ssuming everything is great. Is it even my business? Wait, Jane is¡­

    "Alright, broken brain Kurt time. Jane, are people pretty accepting of all that sort of thing or is it shunned?"

    Her head tilts, "Why would people have a problem? I mean obviously it''s not common, even in pokemon, but I don''t see how it''s anyone else''s business."

    Well isn''t this just the utopia again.

    Naomi wilts, "Really? Mother sure acts like it''s her business sometimes."

    OKaaaay, let''s adjust course, "Hey, the day isn''t getting longer, let''s get out our pokemon. Naomi, you left your clamperl, so how close is your starter Flabebe to evolving?"

    "By the end of the week she should be settled. After the mosh, win or lose I''ll trade our moon stone for a shiny stone so she continues growing on our way to Rustboro." With a graceful flourish she tosses out the pokeball.

    The little white and green fairy holding its magic blue flower appears. "Floa!"

    It immediately flies towards a flower box underneath a path light.

    I check around, knowing the kind of attention my Joltik will get in this town. But the park is starting to thin out.

    My net ball opens and the red spider appears, she stretches happily having had a nap since the restaurant. At first she was about the size of my hand but she''s reached pie tin width now.

    Last is Jane and Marble, the white stone, gold veined, boulder snake appears. Near 20 feet of trouble immediately locks eyes on to my little red spider.

    "Well Shit, Naomi does this floor have a high impact rating?"

 Chapter 33 - Master Class

    Turns out, yes, the park floor battlefield areas are impact rated. In fact the system used in the games is a standard metric used here. Meaning the fields up here are rated for a 500 point max. They have one stadium field for events rated up to 600.

    Honestly I have mixed feelings about learning this. I understand that these values are derived from maximum theoretical values derived from baseline averages. So while my eventual Galvantula probably will never beat Noami''s Florges or Jane''s Krookodile, it''s dependent on their training as well.

    As it stands my eventual Crobat has the highest potential to be my ace.

    Looking at Shak lazily snoozing from another tilted perch in my hotel room, "Ya, not exactly ace material there I guess."

    Assuming we work our ?sses off all year, come the final tournament the girls will likely have more power in their teams.

    Not that this is a bad thing¡­ It just doesn''t do my pride any favors. While I''m perfectly capable of keeping up my clever little tricks, eventually I''ll hit a wall.

    I need a real Ace. Tesla just wants to cuddle, my phantump is a little trickster, and my Golbat...

    An awful stench hits me like a semi truck, "Holy shit Shak!"

    The flying bear scratches his ?ss. This is what I have to work with for now... I''m not even supposed to use him in broad daylight! Everything on the internet, Pokenet, stupid naming convention, says the zubat family gets sunburnt to hell in less than an hour under the sun. Also, I''m apparently supposed to give him a Bucket of blood before a gym fight for best results.

    "Pardon me, what aisle do you keep your buckets of blood?" Cause that doesn''t feel weird AF to say.

    Nevertheless, apparently it is an option in larger Pokemarts, "This world is F''ing weird."

    Scanning across the rest of this high income hotel room, Tesla is snuggled in my ??p while I''ve been on the computer. Blue has stripped the leaves from a potted plant into an impromptu nest, and my incubator is wrapped in my jacket at the bedside.

    A knock thumps at my door, Jane calles out, "We''re headed down to shop around before Naomi meets her mother for lunch later."

    I stood up when she started and open the door, "Alright I''m gonna head out to the woods and get some training done. I can''t bring my Joltik out in the park up top. Remember you''re doubling as Naomi''s body guard, no matter how much security this mall has."

    It only takes another fifteen minutes for my plan to be derailed however.

    Apparently Jane told her aunt that she cashed in an actual pirate hoard. Now the woman has caught me exiting the elevator and we''re headed into the trainer gear wing of the mall.

    At least The Pike is patient enough to answer any of my craziest questions, "After the ?ssistant literally lost their mind, any attempts to teleport humans via machine have been banned. Similarly, Bill never taught anyone how he transferred his mind into a pokemon and destroyed the data." She gives me that suspicious side eye, "How do you know about top secret, missing mad scientists and clone programs that the WPC swept under the rug decades ago but can''t remember your own name?"

    I can only shrug, "Ask Arceus."

    "Whatever Mr. International Security Risk," She points to the shop just ahead, "We''re here, third best TM shop in Hoenn just behind Evergrand and LaRousse."

    The shop front has screens showing high level battles from various tournaments. Just inside the double doors, the central showroom has a stunning holographic display running. An amphitheatre like colosseum but scaled down shows a Mega-Sceptile dodging lightning shot by a Rayquaza.

    Recalling Sawyer from the Littleroot Lab, I check the info screen at the front of the display and sure enough, his name and Zinnia''s are there. Back on the display, Sawyer''s pokemon eventually runs out of places to hide and gets fried. An ad appears showing the Sceptile flipping over a blast of lightning, "Get your Leaf Glide trainer manual today!??

    Lucy sighs, "Man, Rayquaza would be my capstone ya know, that final crowning achievement to my name. But you don''t just snag a legendary dragon and retire."

    Wait, I''m confused, "Isn''t there just one? Zinnia has it right?"

    I get another one of those, where''d you come from looks, "Um, no, even legendaries breed Kurt. Arceus keeps their protectors hidden but very few are truly unique."

    Well, I knew as much with the Lugia and rumored regional bird variants. Whatever, "So, you didn''t say what we are here for specifically before kidnapping me."

    She pulls her hair back in a quick knot before waving at the varied displays around the room, each noticeably themed to a pokemon type, "I''m picking out some moves for Janey. The Wattson girl has her own experts, I figured you could use a few tips."

    While the main display switches to Metagross versus Emboar I check my bank account on my phone. I''m sitting near Fifty Mil, which sure sounds impressive, the boat auction must have gone well.

    Unfortunately I already jumped through a bunch of math hoops, 50 mil only equates to about 250,000 American¡­ super roughly. Ditching two zeros and slicing the value in half is a simple way to think of it. They have nothing on the other side of the decimal though.

    Absurd inflation aside, I can afford to spend, well invest in some nice things today. "What are you getting Jane?"

    Miss Pike heads to a circle of displays mounted to a fake, creepy tree. The Dark section has a live Mandibuzz, basically a vulture, currently trying to mount a new rib bone in her head crest feathers.

    Lucy hops on an available touch screen, "First up is her Sandile, one of the best dark moves is Taunt as long as the pokemon has the personality for it."

    I watch her scrolling down a list, nothing is numbered, apparently they gave up having to constantly update a national standard. Another interesting thing catches my eye, there are way more moves and some have hybrid typing.

    Just like a Youtube clip, a video preview shows a goblin pokemon called Morgrem making shadows snarl and reach for a large, panicking pitbull, a Granbull.

    This just screams Blue''s annoying giggles, "I think my Phantump would love this."

    She points at an icon on the screen, "Tap your phone here to register your account and put it in your shopping list. You''ll get a notification to finalize purchases on our way out. Next is Onix."

    While she moves towards a sand sculpted giant rook, I spot a large section with flowery trees and a live Ledyba, "I''m gonna look over here, meet you at poison next?"

    Splitting up I have to wait so long at the popular grass/bug area that I see Lucy finish at the rook and move over to a big bird play perch, where a Chatot quartet is singing a pop song.

    Finally a spot opens and I search by pokemon recommendations. For Joltik, I still haven''t used my Wild Charge manual or finished training Electro Ball. I do see a note about Leech Life being able to boost her static charge mid combat.

    Looking for Blue''s grass typing, I''m surprised by what I find. Thorn Drain, is a new move that bridges the weaker or slower moves until they evolve to Trevenant and get Horn Leech. At higher power it qualifies as a physical variant of Giga Drain. The video shows brambles rising from the earth to ensnare and puncture victims.

    Finding the pike just finishing I have to ask, "I don''t think Jane has a flyer yet?"

    The corner of her lips perk up, "I''m not telling." She shoos me forward, "Let''s go, that adorable Ekans over there is begging for chin scritches. I haven''t seen her for months."

    She informs the crowd, "This darling is from my trial zone at the LaRousse Battle Tower."

    Moving on to the closest available screen, I key in Golbat. Taking up her earlier offer, "My big lug already has some nice flight moves and it''s easy enough to tell him to bite something. What am I looking for here?"

    Patting the snake one more time, she comes over and starts flicking through moves, "Golbat are monsters once they close in, any real versatility begins with adding a ranged attack."

    Her fingers pause on a video showing a bat spitting a glob of liquid, "While not the strong suit of the Zubat line, they are still capable of spitting their poison. Sludge Bomb is a simple classic, and with practiced aim it can swiftly create advantages."

    If I recall, my bat''s venom is a flesh destroying cytotoxin that helps them break through tougher skins and scales along with an anticoagulant agent. That would really suck to get tossed into an eye, mouth, or open wound.

    Looking back at Lucy, "That''s just mean. It''s perfect!"

    She barks a laugh while making her own selection, "Thankfully Golbat have relatively small glands and are a bit soft skinned to risk effective use of this Venom Drench. Unlike a Scolipede."

    Finalizing our purchases I can''t help but ask, "This is all digital sales, why the store front? Why not all online shopping?"

    Again the look, raised brow, narrowed eyes, pursed lips, "Minors aren''t allowed to shop online for obvious reasons and rookie trainers shouldn''t be lazy."

    The rest of our shopping includes spare clothes, rain gear, food supplies. Using a Wattson company jeep for our journey cuts out a lot of the bullshit. I''m a grown man and like anyone''s gonna claim the princess isn''t taking her journey seriously just because she can afford not to walk¡­ Jane lucked out.

    After saying farewell to Lucy and heading toward the food court to meet the girls, I spot a familiar scene beginning on a television in a rest area.

    Lisia hops on camera, "Hello Hoenn, and pokemon trainers everywhere, today we have a special show for you. As you know it''s the start of another fresh League season this month and there are already promising new rookies making their debuts!"

    Behind her the waves crash onto the Dewford beach as a highlight reel of our team''s prelim battles begin.

    "The Red Rebels have crashed like a tidal wave through the Dewford Gym in style. As always the full battles are now up on the net."

    The scene switches to May''s Turtwig slamming head first in a hail of leaves against a baby dinosaur.

    "One exciting development this year is the return of several experienced trainers. The challenge is that they must use a fresh team just like the rookies and they are expected to mentor their teammates."

    Another scene shows May teaching that orphan girl how to brush her Numel. Then it switches to Dawn playing ref while Tommy''s Krabby duels Edgar''s Honedge.

    "That''s right folks, our own May and her rival Dawn will be facing off in this year''s tournament!"

    In the lounge around me several trainers and other folk cheer as a wave of excitement over the announcement.

    "The final bit of headline news before we head deeper into the topics, Brendan has officially been sworn in as a member of the Hoenn Elite Four!"

    Footage appears of a ceremony where a man in a black and gold tuxedo with a burgundy mohawk passes a torch to a man my age with an orange sport jacket.

    "While Sidney passes his torch to our new Ground Type Master, Ghost Master Phoebe,"

    Now we see a woman in her late forties dancing with her fire spinning Marowak.

    "Will be serving her final year. Rumors have already begun to fly about her replacement as Wally has declined due to his health. Previously it was Brawly that was on the short list but with his return to kanto that''s clearly out. Now a movement has begun to elect one of our regional WPC gym leaders. At the top of the list stands our Pike Queen."

    Lucy appears on screen, riding her Gyarados into a storm as Lightning races across the sky.

 Chapter 34 - Golden Aspirations

    Its early afternoon, the girls were just chatting in the food court, Naomi''s mom was a no show. Actually, Watts seems rather relieved she''s off the hook for talking to her mother at all.

    On our way up to the training fields I did get a call from my girlfriend wondering why I was seen in photos on Pokegram with The Pike Queen. Assurances, jokes, and maybe a bit of sweet talking alongside a promise to bring her something nice from the city, disaster averted.

    Thinking of the TM shop earlier, "Noami, did you pick up any new moves for your Floette?"

    She pulls up her phone to show me, "I got Floral Healing and Grass Whistle."

    The first shows a flurry of flower petals refreshing an alley''s fighting spirit while the second shows a soft tune lulling a Beedrill to sleep.

    "Seems you''re going to be focusing on a supportive roll for now."

    "My Delphi needs to evolve all the way to Florges before she can really put any power behind her petals and leaves." her lips form a pout, "Grass Whistle will be useless in the mosh. I need more pokemon Kurt."

    Hmm, "What would you say your favorite pokemon is? Same to you Jane."

    As I lead the way along the park trail I hear no response. Looking back, both girls seem to be carefully examining the trees. I''m getting a whole lot of nothing while they both turn a shade of red.

    Laughing, "Oh, come on it can''t be that bad. Just pull it up on your dex app and we''ll all show each other."

    After a moment they both turn their phones around and avoid eye contact¡­ Naomi has a rainbow pony and Jane has a rabbit in a hoodie.

    "Um, ya girls I don''t know those two."

    Both finally check each other and laugh.

    Naomi quirks a brow at Jane, "I guess next year we compete in Galar?"

    Jane explains, "These are Galarian pokemon Kurt, hers is a Ponyta, mine is called Raboot." Her gaze wanders up to the sky visible through the atrium glass, "But honestly, nevermind competing, I want to catch a Galarian Zapdos!"

    Watts nods, "Then we have to get a Galarian Articuno!"

    I''m pulling these up as they list them, "Well the Moltres is pretty awesome, but those are legendaries or unevolved. I was kinda thinking about needing an Ace this morning."

    Jane flicks her nose, "I''ve always wanted a Charizard!"

    Right, "Of course if it''s not legendary then it would be a dragon."

    Watts shakes her head, "I said it the first time, I want a Rapidash. Although I wouldn''t say no to a Xerneas and Flapple are adorable."

    I can''t not laugh at the weird fruit dragon I''ve never heard of before, "Alright but I''m talking about this year." pointing at them, "Jane, you''ll have a few big hitters, and Watts, I looked it up, Florges is pretty high up there."

    The princess objects, "You''ll have a Cro¡­ I see your problem."

    Looking at my notes again, "So Megas, how feasible is it we''ll be facing them in the tournament?"

    "Hardly," Jane is looking at her onix''s pokeball, "there''s no way to train one up naturally in ten years let alone one. As for heritage stones, most are family heirlooms or hidden away. That Sharpedo was probably naturally mega-evolved."

    "I take it those are permanent as opposed to temporary like the stones?"

    Both nod but Noami adds on, "The stones also speed up the natural growth towards a permanent evolution, but it''s still a matter of years. It was found that when a fully mega evolved pokemon does sadly pass, they leave behind a new stone or further empower the one they used."

    While browsing my Dex for known Mega Evolutions I find something funny, "That Lisia girl has a Mega-Swanna?"

    "Gale was raised from a ducklett, she''s over twenty years old. Lisia rides Gale to all her on location appearances no matter where in Hoenn." Naomi then points ahead, "Looks like our challengers are waiting for us."

    It''s a sight ahead of us, just beyond the tree lined path. Dozens of young folks on many fields pouring their passion into training their pokemon. This is my life now as well, a hard throb in my ?h?st once more driving home that point. A larger part of me sent myself here¡­.Because he could?

    "Come on old man! We''ve only got the field reserved for another twenty minutes!" The scrappy bird boy yells, Chet.

    He and his Combusken wait beside Mikey and his Marshtomp, last is Amy and his patchy, almost Flaaffy.

    Jane gives me a light jab from the side, "No time for existential dread Kurt, let''s go stomp some kids."

    Ya, cause it totally has an off switch, "Alright, let''s just leave our issues off the field then. You think your Onix is ready to cooperate?"

    "Let''s find out!" With a flick of her arm and a flash of light the white marble onix takes to the grass.

    I do enjoy the slight wobble in the legs of the kids we''re about to crush. Of course I won''t be too mean, that''s for bullies like Jane. Not thrilled about the attention my Joltik will catch however.

    Clicking my net ball, Tesla pops into view. She chitters gleefully and does a little circle around my legs before doing another around Jane. Seems she''s got energy to burn this afternoon.

    Noami calls out her Floette. The sprite appears in mid air and rides the wind with her large blue flower. "Alright team let''s form up, just like yesterday."

    While we move to our side of the practice field, my Joltik and Watts'' Floette take a position atop a begrudging Onix. The other team has their pokemon all lined up. Combusken, Flaaffy, and Marshtomp are all in the two to three foot height range.

    Our local ref hasn''t said anything yet. Glancing over I spot the glasses wearing lad slack jawed and staring, presumably at my Joltik.

    "Hey!"

    No response, "HEY! Can we battle?"

    Again nothing, in fact, he''s taking out his phone to take a picture!

    Jane impatiently yells, "Tesla, string shot the ref."

    With that solved we can finally fight.

    "Trainers are you ready?"

    Cheers around!

    "Battle Start!"

    Our redhead takes the lead, "Ramming Speed!"

    "Ember Feathers!" "Mud Shot." "Static Cotton!"

    A plume of burning feathers and synergistic cotton tufts fills the air, while an unhelpful ball of mud flings through the middle.

    Naomi is on it with her Floette, "Fairy wind it all away and start singing!"

    The white Onix charges into the middle of the other squad. Along for the ride, Floette succeeds in clearing the opponents moves while my Joltik fires off string shots to slow them down.

    Chet isn''t about to just roll over, "Flank and go for a Double Kick!"

    Jane reacts, "Shine on!"

    Honestly I think it needs a better name, but now''s not the time, Marshtomp is lining up another shot while a blinded Combusken''s kick sails wide. "String up that Marshtomp!"

    Spider thread and leafy gusts continue to fend off attacks while the glittering Onix remains unstoppable. Her first victim is the slower Marshtomp that''s gotten tied up.

    It got in one Water gun on point but that only made Marble angry as she circled the blue salamander and used Bind to start crushing it.

    With that out of the way, Tesla shoots an Electro Web at the bleary eyed yet persistent Combusken.

    All the while Flaaffy has been trying to send ranged sparks at our team only to have everything ground out on Onix or blown away by Floette''s wind.

    Chet is running out of ideas, "Ember the webs, at least take one out!"

    As if, "Tess, just get behind Marble."

    Flaaffy unfortunately gets tripped up in webs on the ground just before taking an onix tail to the side and sent sailing through the air.

    Amy yips, "No! Bianca!"

    Just the fire chicken remains, Jane gives the final order, "Finish Him!"

    No stubby bird legs are going to out run a highly polished giant snake. The Combusken gets launched out of bounds.

    "Team Alpha Dragons are out, the Red Rebels win."

    We meet in the middle. Chet is giving Combusken a ride on his back, it looks sore but not wrecked. Mikey is just surly, marshtomp already in its ball. Amy is soothing a sniffling Flaaffy.

    They hardly touched us, "Well clearly our strategy is completely unfair, which is great if a tad simple. You guys showed a hint of something with all those burning feathers and cotton fluff."

    Amy and Chet glance at each other and it''s immediately obvious that it was an accident.

    Blowing out a deep breath, "Alright ya little chumps, have you even team battled before?"

    Mouth of the team Chet speaks up, "Not to this degree, we''ve piled on attacks before but nothing near as coordinated as you guys."

    Naomi shakes her head, "We really aren''t. Jane''s Onix is a big wall with great typing for this particular gym battle,"

    "A note here," Jane cuts in, "Your Marshtomp should have hard countered our plan if the other two could manage to distract Marble."

    "Right," Naomi continues, "Our idea is just to have a defense, utility, and offence while taking advantage of typing where we can."

    My turn, "So we''re not exactly combining moves or anything but just sticking to roles. You guys have more options then just flailing about."

    Amy stands up and glares at the other two, "Oh we''ll be working on coordination alright. No more bickering you two. Traditions nothing, if any of us are gonna survive this week''s event we need to work together."

    While this one is all fired up, those two boys, well¡­

    Mikey points at Chet, "He did a whole lot of pointless running and canceled your move. I don''t see why you''re lumping us together."

    I raise my arms while our Onix snorts a breath off hot air that nearly knocks over the loud kid, "Thanks Marble." she goes back to basking in sunny victory. "You three need much better team work to get top spots in a battle royal. Honestly, you should probably just move on and come back to this gym later."

    Chet growls, "We can''t, there''s a fine for canceling the week of."

    "I didn''t think you two would be this bad at working together," Amy sighs, "It''s not like Bird Keepers and Hikers are even rivals normally."

    As they stop talking Naomi has something to add, "You should just do you best. Even we will be hard pressed."

    "You think Marble will go down?" Jane and her onix zero in on the blonde.

    Quickly shaking her head, "No, she''s nearly guaranteed as long as she keeps up speed and the whole arena doesn''t gang up on us."

    Pulling out her phone, Naomi shows us a media snippet, "The Kanto Royals are in Hoenn this season, and they''re on the battle line up with us."

    Amy and Jane both cry, "That''s not Fair!"

    "Fill me in kids," this team seems to have some rep.

    Jane gives me the lowdown, "It''s a trio of gym leaders'' kids from Kanto. This is their fourth year following their parents world tour. They''re from the Cerulean, Pallet, and Pewter City gyms."

    Chet clearly can''t shut up, "Isn''t Crystal from Alola?"

    Jani flicks his head for interrupting, "It''s called divorce and joint custody, it happens sometimes."

    Great, I can already imagine this brat calling home to ask about divorce and scaring the shit out of his parents.

    Moving on, "Alright so I''m guessing it''s Ash, Brock, and Misty''s kids?"

    "Close," Jane shows me a lineup of Cerulean City gym, "Misty got called to the Kanto Elite Four, the Sisters still run the gym however. Iris is Violet''s youngest daughter."

    The article she''s showing me has a family tree image, Misty seems to have never got married. I remember one of the movies, I thought she and Ash were a thing.

    "Then Ash Ketchum is the Pallet Gym leader right? Who''d he marry?"

    Naomi raises her eyebrows at me, "Didn''t think you were into old gossip. The former champ married his childhood sweetheart Serena."

    "Who?"

 Chapter 35 - Sharpened Glade

    It''s only the next afternoon when we have our first run in with the trio from Kanto.

    We''re doing a group training in the woods just west of town. Our mosh team is practicing staying together while Jane''s Sandile and my Phantump create obstacles or launch projectiles. The young Venipede and Mienfoo are sparring by an oak tree off to the side under my snoozing Golbat.

    When the Sandile launches a well aimed shot of dirt, Onix''s tail knocks over a slimmer tree causing the girls once hidden behind it to yelp.

    Our training comes to a halt, "Alright, come on out."

    Two of them shuffle out at least looking embarrassed while the one in front holds her chin up like we should be lucky for her attention. All three look to be in their mid to late teens, Jane''s age. I instantly figure this to be the Kanto Royals because each girl just screams anime protagonist.

    Deciding to seize initiative, "So, you three out here trying to spy on some competition? Not very sporting."

    The goth punk girl out front with the gold highlights in her black hair scoffs, "As if we''d need to."

    "Don''t be rude Grace," A girl straight from the cover of a teen magazine, with icy blue hair makes fluttery eyes my way, "Ow!"

    Miss Jailbait gets flicked in the head quick enough by the last girl who looks at least part polynesian with short green hair, "Gross Iris." Then turning to me, "Our production team sent us your way. You guys are the Red Rebels right?"

    While I nod, Jane catches on, "Probably the same company we work with."

    On cue, Gabby stumbles her way out of nearby bushes, "Arceus, you couldn''t have picked a spot closer to the trail Kurt?"

    Ty, the cameraman, is carefully following with a heavy looking camera case on his back.

    Miss Golden Highlights, Grace Ketchum, points towards our small pokemon riding atop Onix''s head, "So this is your Grand plan for the mosh?" She folds her arms, "Really not sure you''ll even make the top ten with those pipsqueaks."

    Naomi takes a sharp tone, "You did notice them riding 17 feet of solid rock right?"

    Gabby steps in, "Alright girls, we arranged this meet up because the Reds can appreciate staying out of public view."

    Setting up his camera, Ty chimes in, "That means drop the teen idol act and get some good training in, like you insisted."

    Why do I suddenly feel like the ?du?t supervision at a girls summer camp? These five can just have a battle while I start prepping lunch.

    "Wait!" the blue haired one calls over, "we didn''t get properly introduced yet Mr Kurt. I''m Iris Cerulean, that''s Grace and Crystal."

    This brat has issues, I reply a bit dryly, "Lovely. This is Jane, Naomi, as you said I''m Kurt, and I''m also hungry so I''ll get us some food cooking."

    Naomi puts out a hand to the older Grace who, to her credit, does properly shake hands at first but doesn''t let go, "So intro''s done, let''s battle!"

    Jane rolls her eyes, "Relax Kanto Queen, Watts ain???t got a solo fighter right now. Not gonna risk injury on our badge battle picks."

    All three girls look a bit disappointed, Crystal asks, "You must have others right? We''re a month into the season."

    Naomi looks at me, I can see the pride in her eyes burning at not being able to challenge the forign girls.

    Fine, "Watts, you should be able to handle Blue. Jane let Crooky stretch. I''ll wake up the big lug."

    These woods are shady enough my golbat ought to be fine to battle. "So, who''s up first?"

    Iris hops to the front and center, "Let''s go Melty, time to show off!"

    A Glaceon appears in the glade, it''s owner still has her head in the clouds.

    No thanks, "Watts, have fun."

    Noami walks over to my Phantump who''s been sneakily watching from a nearby sapling and whispers in his... ear hole?

    Ty gives a thumbs up, Gabby yells out, "Start!"

    Naomi, "Ingrain."

    Her opponent raises a brow, "You know Grass is weak to ice right? Rooting in place won''t help either¡­"

    But Blue doesn''t stop at taking root, he completely disappears into the shaded meadow.

    "Yes, we know. Your move Miss Iris." Noami gives a cheshire grin, I think she''s excited to fight with my Phantump.

    To her credit, Iris doesn''t lose any time, "Frost everything, keep moving."

    Dexa app to the rescue. Ping, "Powder Snow."

    While the Glaceon darts about, a gentle cloak of snow trails behind her. The frost begins to spread from wherever the ice type passes.

    Noami still smiles, "Branch Pokes, look to lock her down."

    Sharp twigs flick up just in front of Glaceon causing it to skid. Just as a bramble vine also raises up to snare, Melty jumps into the air.

    Iris calls out, "Frost breath!"

    Glaceon exhales a strong gust of freezing air, but the cone is a bit small for what I know Blue is capable of controlling.

    My teammate knows as well and trusts my Phantump, "Astonish!"

    A wave of grass, branches and twigs, bursts up like a green shark breaching the ocean surface. Glaceon is swallowed whole!

    Misty''s Niece flinches just like her pokemon, "Melty!"

    When Glaceon fails to escape, Iris clicks the return bu??on on her pokeball, "What a terrifying little pokemon."

    Literally echoing her point, creepy children''s laughter fills the glade.

    Naomi shivers, "Enough Blue, thank you for the great battle. My apologies Miss Iris, Kurt favors this trickster for battles quite a bit."

    Blue appears from one of the branch piles and does a victory ??p around the glade before stopping next to me for head pats, I oblige.

    Iris frowns and looks to Crystal, "Your turn, crush the red."

    ''The Red,'' Jane scoffs, and smiles towards her green haired opponent, "Shall we?"

    Crystal puffs some air, "Everyone is so wound up. How about loser pays for a dinner date later?"

    Jane almost stumbles while calling over her Sandile, "Um," she looks my way but I just shrug. "Sure I guess."

    I''ll tell her she''s overthinking it later. At least I ?ssume so with how casual Crystal asked.

    "Start!"

    "Fernsis, Leer!" "Crooky, Leer!"

    Well then.

    Jane blinks first, "Sand Attack!"

    Sandile swings his tail sending a spray of dirt and leaves in the air.

    Brock''s girl keeps cool, "Fury Cutter."

    Grovyle does a diving spin forward, his leaf bladed wrists dicing apart the clutter in the air while closing distance.

    Our redhead let''s her frustration out, "Get that lizard veggie stuck between your teeth!"

    A laugh escapes me. What?

    Dexa pings, ''Taunt''

    That''s not how that works, the pokemon is supposed, nevermind. Grovyle is above Sandile.

    Crystal yells, "Trop Kick!"

    Sure enough Grovyle converts his dive into a front flip and kicks Sandile face down into the grass.

    Jane fires back, "Payback!"

    Crooky rolls forward with the hit, his tail swatting Grovyle down to his level.

    Firing on adrenaline, "Great, now Assurance."

    "No way! Glide out!" Crystal swings her arms like a baseball coach signaling to slide home.

    Grovyle rapidly limbos under Sandile''s snapping jaws with such ease you''d think they were fighting on ice.

    Ping, ''Grassy Glide''

    Ping, ''Rage''

    Crooky is not happy he missed his window and begins frantically snapping at Grovyle.

    Jane seems out of ideas and just hoping for a hit to land.

    Unfortunately Crystal has too many advantages this time, "Detect and Leafage."

    Like a young pro, Grovyle dodges and weaves each jaw snap while countering with a swipe of his leaf blades.

    Ping, ''Anger Point Triggered''

    Jane screams, "Power Trip!"

    Crystal on point, "Quick Guard!"

    Sandile lunges for a full body slam but Grovyle spins aside and ''Trop'' kicks Crooky away in one fluid motion.

    The big green gecko is breathing heavy but still standing while the miny croc is flat on his back, breathing, but not getting up.

    This one goes to the Royals.

    Pokemon returned, both girls shake hands.

    Jane is grinning if a bit reluctant, "That was awesome, I''ll be the first to say it."

    Crystal lets out a laugh, "Maybe but you gave me a heart attack with the Anger Trip combo."

    Together they walk out of the way to a log to sit on while chatting about the fight.

    Grace steps in front of me, "Alright tall guy, gonna come at me with your little bug or the creepy stump?"

    She doesn''t even come up to my shoulders, "Nah, let me go wake up my third."

    A couple of confused looks follow me as I walk up and pound against a tree, "Hey ya lug, time to earn your keep!"

    With a single flap followed by a thud, Shak the Golbat lands in a flutter of broken leaves and twigs.

    Miss big talker nervously looks up to him, "Is this really a Golbat?"

    I pat his fluffy mane, "Shak here is coming up fast on six feet tall. He is the current size record holder in Hoenn and I aim to keep it that way."

    Rather than fear, Grace seems more excited, "That''s fantastic, at this rate you''ll have an over Eight foot Crobat, that''s rideable!"

    Iris isn''t getting anywhere near the big bat, "Didn''t your dad have a big Pidgeot?"

    Grace grins, "Walter is a Mega Pidgeot, a blast to ride and sire to my shiny Pidgeot back home named Goldie." She sighs, "We''re going to rule when we''re old enough for the WPC."

    Enough chit chat, "So ya talked yourself up Missy, who''s fighting for ya?"

    "Only one has a chance," she turns towards the clearing and tosses out a ball, "Alright, you''re on Max."

    A Mightyena appears in the grass, about three feet tall at the shoulder. It''s in for a tough battle.

    The two pokemon square off but Grace''s wolf looks shaky, being the size of lunch can do that.

    Gabby calls for the last time, "Start."

    "Supersonic." "Howl!"

    Both shake the trees with noise, somehow Mightyyena has avoided the confusion effect.

    Grace can''t miss a beat, "Pursuit! Catch it before it flies!"

    Well that would be the usual choice, but I just heard you and I''m not very nice so, "Blast it again."

    While the wolf is charging in ready to leap at the first sign of flapping wings, my Golbat lowers and let''s loose another deafening Supersonic.

    This time Mightyena visible staggers and stumbles, Grace yells, "No! Come on shake it off!"

    You won''t get the chance, "Poison Fang."

    Shak lunges forward using his massive wings to launch himself! A powerful crunch and pained yelp signals one dog captured in the vicious maw of a very large predator.

    Suddenly I recall my gym battle against Max of Petalburg, "Fly up a bit, and this time just drop it."

    With a single flap of his wings, Shak is already 15 feet up and climbing.

    The pain did shake Mightyena from the confusion however and Grace has only so many options, "Lash Out and Knock Off."

    Not giving my Golbat the chance to disobey, Max the Mightyena begins thrashing violently before kicking himself free with all four paws.

    Both Grace and I can see how the now 30plus foot drop will end, She pleads, "Catch him Kurt!"

    Awe Shit.

    I give a running leap forward and just b?r?ly manage to snag the falling dog before tumbling into the grass. A sharp pain lances across my ribs. One of his claws tore just tore me open.

    At least he doesn''t have any limbs at wrong angles for what it''s worth. Both of us probably bruised some ribs.

    Grace runs over just ahead of everyone else, "Are you alright?!"

    "Next time, pick a cat." What happened to me not being nice? Also, I need to think about what I tell my bat to do more clearly.

    Gabby and Ty carefully lift Max off me while checking us both.

    Ty grimaces at the cut under my armpit, "You''ll need a bit more than stitches bud, good catch tho."

    Winning isn''t supposed to hurt, "Yay."

 Chapter 36 - Countdown to Showtime

    Sundown in Mauville City on Mosh Fridays is apparently an Event with a capital E. Thundering bass notes and a steady but angry guitar reverb through all the public spaces. The air shivers with anticipation while even the fresh staples in my side vibrate. An angst filled arena anthem to make all of Queen, Nirvana, and 90s Rock proud.

    Neon lights lead the way as what must be over a thousand residents and visitors make their way to the Mauville Gym. The pathways are too crowded to drive so everyone walks. We''re on a path on the top level reserved for challengers and the social elite.

    Spotlights can be seen waving about the cloudy night sky through the glass atrium. A sudden flash of lighting lights up the sky followed by a fast crack of thunder that shakes the entire building. Despite the ferocity of the sky, the mob of people cheer!

    Naomi stares up and seems to crack a reluctant smirk, "Even she''s excited for the premiere of another season of mosh."

    Who now? "She?"

    Jane looks even more determined while I spot her hand shaking, she catches me looking and clenches her fist, "Zapdos."

    Watts'' smile relaxes, becoming more genuine, "She was bored. When my cousins Kirk and Shawn presented their original proposal for the Mosh, Zapdos gave her full support. She''s actually a big music lover."

    So the big bird loves rock music. The music shifts and to my surprise a synth layer joins the heavy rock sound and we hear a girl begin fast rap singing.

    Wait, "Why does this sound like Grace?"

    Both give me that arched brow ''where have you been'' look.

    Naomi asks, "Did you miss the fact that her posters were all over the mall? Grace is The top of the Kanto Pop scene, she''s performing a collaboration with Venoshock right now, this is live." She pauses to giggle, "Lisia was really hoping to sing this year, the brothers find a new excuse every year."

    "But how will she participate in the pokemon battle if she''s performing?" I''m missing something.

    We make the final turn into the wing dedicated to the gym. Fog machines, lazers, the whole nine yards screaming this is where you want to be tonight. I bet the upper levels of this part of the mall aren''t residential.

    Jane points at the display, "With all that goin on, do you really think any of the 30 pokemon will be able to pick out their trainer''s voice?"

    Ah. That''s the final piece isn''t it. How do you practically have a pokemon free for all with that many participants? They''re on their own, fighting with only a pre match pep talk and their past training. Like a violent, closed book test. Or like roman gladiators if you wanna be pessimistic about it. I''ll bet this faced some resistance early on.

    Now I understand why a crew of production ?ssistants fussed over our hair and outfits before Gabby cleared us to head for the gym. I''m getting the distinct impression the opening mosh of the season is invite only, up ahead I spot several familiar faces. Dawn and May are staring each other down while their teams are trying to move the ?du?ts along.

    Seems all the rookies out of Littleroot will be here. Tubs is nervously smoothing his jacket while Ghost boy is actually looking pretty rockstar in his black and purple suit. Behind May is her trio of girls including Naomi''s cousin, they keep glancing at the older women, probably debating whether they should step in.

    I turn to Watts, "Next time we''re involved in something big and public like this I''d like to know in advance okay?"

    Jane nods in agreement while the princess looks confused, nevertheless she b?r?ly speaks, "Alright," just as a photographer shouts, "Miss Wattson! Over here for the cameras."

    Besides Dawn, May, and the other kids from the lab, there are some new faces among the young trainers getting photographed and interviewed. A trio of boys with deep tans and purple highlights in their hair are staring down a similar trio of girls whose hair are all dyed vibrant shades of red. Conversely a team of kids in green outfits are chatting amicably with the dragon fodder lads.

    While we slowly move closer towards the front doors, a girl turns from a reporter and waves at me, "Hey you''re Kurt right?"

    She''s probably mid teens wearing a flashy silver suit and heels. Grey hair flowing like mercury just past her shoulders with piercing eyes, she has central heterochromia of blue spiking into silver. Hints of light makeup make her features pop, no doubt this girl is gonna be a star.

    "That''s me, should I know you?"

    Her smile dips a bit, rolling her eyes, "I''d ?ssumed you''d at least seen a picture of me. Whatever, I''m Alloy Stone, you delivered my mawile egg. I just wanted to say thank you."

    Naomi returns from answering a journalist''s questions, "Ah, Ally! I was worried we''d miss you entirely when you left Dewford before we arrived. We''re supposed to be a team remember?!"

    Shaking her head, "I told you Naomi, I''m going solo like my father and grandfather."

    Which reminds me, "Sawyer added some things to the delivery, will you be going to pick it up soon?"

    While Noami seems put out, Alloy gives her an apologetic hug before turning to me, "Yes, I wanted to get a few badges first so I could qualify for a bigger match with Shauna. I''ve got Rustboro and Petalburg''s already."

    A powerful bass chord shakes the ground and a chain of lightning blasts out towards conducting towers around the plaza from a railgun looking thing mounted above the gym entrance.

    One of the twins howls from the speakers, "Aaaalright you runts! Get in here! It''s time to Mosh!"

    Past the doors is a tunnel of glass through a shipping container shaped plasma chamber. Tendrils of purple electricity lick the glass at our feet and the walls where folks touch to play around. Each of the energy lines quiver with the beat of the drums playing.

    We step into a ring shaped hallway typical of arenas. Concession booths separate large archways revealing a stadium large enough for american basketball. Neon lined stadium seating, flashing spotlights, fog effects, an honest to Arceus rock concert is in full swing.

    Our group heads down some side stairs to a locker room big enough for a football team. Already teams are separating out, changing in dressing rooms to their trainer outfits, and even letting out their pokemon.

    A screen on a giant wall has a countdown timer showing ten minutes remaining. It also has guidelines for the locker room, such as getting our pokemon ready now. It lists our order of entrance following the announcer. Finally there is a window in the corner showing the live performance.

    We move to a corner with lockers that have our team name on a plaque above them. There is no reaction to Naomi''s Floette, I hear murmurs and chuckles to my Joltik, Tesla. Then Jane carefully let''s out her Onix, Marble.

    Groans and heavy sighs fill the room when everyone sees the bus sized rock snake. But she''s not the only big pokemon in the room. Alloy reveals her''s, a flying metal monstrosity my dex app labels as Metang. The familiar combo of Mawile and Honedge appear from Dawn and Edgar. May''s pokemon has evolved to Grotle.

    Glancing around the room, "We have a problem girls. Well, I do."

    Combusken, Numel, Growlithe, Quilava, and Torkoal, five fire types ready to torch my bug. Add in Tommy''s Boldore and Vermilya has a Tyrunt, I definitely don''t have a type advantage tonight.

    Jane takes a nervous look around as well, "Marshtomp, Grovyle, Glaceon, Meditite, Nuzleaf, the steel duo, Grotle, Cacnea, Gloom¡­ Kurt if they gang up our plan is a wash, that''s a whole third of the room."

    I take stock of the remaining pokemon; Flaaffy, Mightyena, Trapinch, Duskull, Koffing, Seviper and Zangoose. At least those last two should tie up each other, their trainers in green, on the same team, are doing their best to reign them in. Of course the last two pokemon participating from the gym will be electric types.

    "No," Turning back to the girls, "We should be fine, it looks like a fairly even spread of types all 30 considered. Let''s just focus on staying mobile...the Gloom might actually be a problem we should avoid though. It''s dust is about the only thing that might stop us as far as I can tell."

    Noami is making notes on a tablet pc from her bag, "Most of the other teams seem to have their own rivalries. The Kanto team should distract the rest enough."

    I glance over her shoulder and see her little web of team names, spotting a team with no lines, "The Fallarbor Ronin?"

    Jane points at the four person, green team, "The ones with the Seviper and Zangoose problem. As long as their Nuzleaf and Cacnea avoid the fire types they could interrupt a few of the rivals."

    Marble the Onix quietly gives a huffy grunt. Something about that tilted up rock chin and the menacing side eye, she either hates our plan or doesn''t like being doubted.

    With five minutes left on the clock, Jane takes out a rock polish kit, the kind for fancy kitchens. The attention soothes her behemoth pokemon as it curls around us to help block the other team''s view.

    Naomi bites her nail, "What do you think Kurt?"

    Crouching low and keeping my voice down so no one beyond our pokemon can hear me, "Our plan is simple, circle the ring while playing defense. With webs and wind our Joltik and Floette keep and challengers off of Onix. We''ll avoid attention as long as possible, obviously once the teams start to thin out things will change."

    Jane grins, "That''s when Marble can get Flashy!"

    Least the nerves seem to be leaving her, maybe it''s the rock polishing, "Exactly, if staying on the move becomes too complicated, curl up just like this Marble."

    She gives me a focused look and a nod.

    As for our two tiny pokemon, "You two ready for the ride of your lives?"

    Delphi the Floette raises a fist and chirps a cheer while Tesla just kinda hops excitedly.

    Hmm, "Wind, leaves, tears, webs, balls of static, you guys keep your eyes open and Onix clear. The big gal will bulldoze the competition."

    Well, now they''re hoping a bit, seeing a minute left on the clock, "Alight, climb up girls."

    Marble lowers her head to let the tiny pokemon up. A ping rings front the screen in the room.

    Words scroll across, "Trainers, please ?ssemble for entry."

    As the time hits zero a man comes over the speakers, "AAAAAAAlllright Mauville! Let''s bring out the teams! First up is a one woman army, Hoenn''s knight in Steel armor, Alloy Stone!"

    She gives a final glance our way with a wink to Naomi and struts out to the sound of thunderous applause. Her Metang also waves to the crowd.

    I catch Jane mumble, "I need more heels practice."

    "From the heartland with sky high dreams, it''s the Alpha Dragons!"

    The lads run out with their starters, I catch a small amount of laughter in the cheers. I hope those boys prove them all wrong come the end of the year.

    "Being led by the lovely Miss Dawn, here comes Dreadnaught!"

    Nice name! Dawn strolls out like she''s going to fire an entire board room, Tommy and Edgar at her sides like bodyguards.

    "North Hoenn''s deep wood team, the Fallarbor Ronin!"

    Seviper and Zangoose finally get their shit together in time to follow their green jerseyed trainers out to the arena.

    "Already killing it on stage, let''s give another cheer for the Kanto Royals!"

    A deafening roar from the crowd tells my Crystal, Iris, and Grace are definitely popular.

    "You can see the smoke from here, it''s the Lavaridge Spitfires!"

    Three redhead girls with their Quilava, Koffing, and Torkoal run out.

    "You know her, you love her, May and her Mavericks ladies and gentleman!"

    May and her three girls give a group cheer before jogging out. Vermilya spins and runs backwards for just long enough to give the universal come at me sign to Naomi.

    Our blondi puffs her cheeks and honestly looks more sad than challenged.

    Patting her shoulder, "We''ll talk to her after okay."

    "There''s more than one angry mountain in Hoenn, here are the Pyre Wisps!"

    Side by side the team in all black heads out, Meditite, Duskull, and Growlithe in lock step march.

    Were last it seems.

    "It''s time for the home team Mauville! Here is our own Naomi Wattson and her Red Rebels!"

    With a laugh I toss the girls onto Onix''s back before hopping on myself, "Let''s go Marble, show em who''s the final boss tonight!"

    Her roar shakes the walls as she charges into the spotlights, glittering in white and gold.

 Chapter 37 - Battle Royal!

    The drum beats steady, the bass line heavy, and the guitar just ticks with each second passing. Marble does a ??p of the chainlink arena to the thunderous roar of the crowd. Five levels of stands lit up in blue and yellow while spotlights roam across all the participants.

    "Aaaalright trainers time to step out and let your pokemon have their time to shine!"

    An Electrike and Luxio the size of a wolf and panther are waiting in front of the stage along with the Kanto girl''s Mightyena, Grovyle, and Glaceon.

    We step into a booth and the chainlink closes us out of the arena, a dozen Rotom dash along the fence creating a wall of protection for the audience.

    "Kurt!" someone yells from behind me.

    Looking back has me stunned! On the floor just above us cheering and hopping is my girlfriend Lacy Cutter and Cindy from the Rustboro Pokemon Center.

    I can''t help but smile and give a wink as the music picks up tempo.

    Grace up on stage gives the call, "Pokemon! Are you ready?!"

    All thirty roar in unison. All spread out around the chain link ring, even with this many, there''s plenty of space still. Imagine this with fully evolved pokemon.

    Grace, Crystal and Iris shout together, "Baaaaattle Start!"

    The boys on bass and guitar jam a power chord and the next song takes off at the same time as fireworks blast off above us.

    Our pokemon immediately start their circle of the ring, zaps from my Joltik and bursts of wind from Floette encouraging the dragon trio''s three pokemon to get out of the way.

    In the center of the ring Mawile rides the charging Boldore while swinging Honedge around like a lasso or whip.

    Numel, Grotle, and Trapinch stay in tight formation as they stampede right towards them.

    The two teams collide in complete disregard for the mayhem around them.

    Meanwhile Vermilya''s Tyrunt is in hot pursuit of our Onix, the mini Trex is cut off however by a brawl between a swift Quilava and a Growlithe spewing flames like the fireworks still going off above.

    Sprays of water jet around the ring, bursts of lightning, twisters of razer leaves, cones of bright flames, the clang of claw on metal.

    The Alpha dragons'' Combusken, Flaaffy, and Marshtomp are taking on Alloy''s metang with surprising coordination.

    Jane yells beside me, "Don''t stop Marble!"

    Torkoal and Koffing are blasting a cloud of poisonous smog and dense smokescreen. The whole fence shakes as the Onix can''t see in time to turn from the wall.

    Tyrunt finally catches up and jumps to land on Marble''s tail only to get immediately flung off and into the flying Koffing.

    Naomi jumps with Jane, "Nice job Marble!"

    "Get moving again!" Jane pleads but with the crows, music, pyrotechnics, and battle there''s little chance they can hear us.

    Trokoal looks ready to launch a flamethrower at us when it''s suddenly lifted up by a dark energy from a chuckling Duskull and flipped onto its back, then sent spinning across the battlefield.

    The fire turtle smashes through Mightyena''s dog fight with the Electrike just before Luxio can pounce in. Torkoal blasts flames from it''s back to flip back over and begins a fresh charge at the Duskull''s team member Meditite only to be slammed aside by a thrown Seviper.

    I mutter out loud"This is nuts."

    The announcer howls, bringing back my attention, "Cacnea is out!"

    I just catch the little barrel cactus pokemon collapsing in a glittering purple cloud of spores from the gloom that the Duskull and Meditite are protecting while the Growlithe is losing ground to the Quilava that is just too fast.

    Bolts of lightning zip past our booth as Electrike and Luxio sprint down the Zangoose and Grovyle. Flashes of electricity arc between the two pokemon. Their tandem Wild Charge is dodged by Grovyle but the Zangoose had his back to them.

    "Zangoose got hit with the blitz! The Fallarbor team is down two already folks, Wait! There goes Trapinch! Score one for the Royals!"

    Glaceon shows no mercy with a straight Ice Fang ?ssasination to one of May''s girls'' pokemon.

    "The knockouts are coming in now folks! OOoooh that''s a nasty hit to send out Meditite! That''s one angry Torkoal!"

    The fire turtle that could finally manage some semblance of revenge with a Flame Charge just in time to get shotgunned by a burst of Gloom powder. It takes a few steps before collapsing.

    "Not the place to sleep little buddy, Torkoal is out but let''s give a hand to the ferocious turtle!"

    It''s hard to stay focused on our pokemon, as long as nothing stops Onix. But she''s still circling the fights.

    Turning to Jane, "Maybe we should signal her to start aiming for the distracted brawls?"

    When Marble next rumbles by Jane waves to catch her eye then slams her fist into her palm over her head.

    Our Onix makes a subtle turn and aims for the Quilava, Growlite pair. They never see the head smash coming.

    "It''s a Two for One double KO for the Onix as the fire pokemon get sent flying! The Rebels finally make their move! On the other side Metang has had enough!"

    The flying saucer with arms drops Marshtomp and Flaaffy after having grabbed them by the neck and slamming them together.

    Combusken sends it spinning with a solid flaming kick. Unfortunately the fire chicken''s landing is interrupted by a leaping Electrike. A Thunder Fang sees the bird cooked.

    "The Alpha Dragons are first out! But wait, so are the Ronin!"

    Marble''s second victims are the Nuzleaf and Seviper who were b?r?ly holding on from their previous tussles and can''t escape the webs flung forward by Tesla.

    "That''s Four for the Rebels, but hold on folks that Onix has an extra passenger!"

    What!?

    Jane belts out, "Ditch that Tyrunt!"

    It''s no use, the last slam slowed Marble enough for that persistent little trex to run up her tail. Tyrunt isn''t phased by Tesla''s panicked thunderwave and chomps down on my little red spider. To my surprise Tyrunt even thinks to jump clear, still clutching my Joltik!

    "Ah shit!"

    Onix whips around to tail smash the Tyrunt only for it to drop Tesla and dodge clear.

    The crowd gasps as my bug gets swatted away by her own teammate.

    "Pow! What a way to exit the match ladies and gentlemen! Onix is tricked into friendly fire."

    Flinching, Jane looks over to me, "Sorry Kurt."

    I hurry to return Tesla to her ball before she''s caught in any more fighting.

    "Oh, Looks like that little spider left a parting gift! Tyrunt''s in trouble!"

    Metang is going in for Metal claw on the dinosaur struggling to remove the webbing all over its jaw. At the last second a smoking miniature camel jumps in front of the hit for it''s teammate.

    "Numel gets pounded! But it''s still up, wait nevermind."

    Marble plows into the melee, Tyrunt and Metang are flung away but the dazed Numel just got hit by a bus.

    "Pyre Wisps are out! Gloom and Duskull got tag teamed by the Royals'' Mightyena and Glaceon! But don''t blink, Electike and Luxio strike again, Koffing is down, the Spitfires are done!"

    In the chaotic melee there''s too much to keep track of and clearly the fast pokemon have an advantage over the stationary defensive strategies.

    The grovyle is chasing the speedy little Tyrunt, how does that work?

    "That''s one fast little rock type, Miss Vermilya must have found a variant. No time to speculate folks the slugfest in the center is about to climax!"

    Mawile and Honedge have yet to land a finishing blow while Grotle lands a solid slam into Boldore with enough force to send it flying in a spray of leaves. Mawile lands gracefully and sheathes Honedge while glaring at her opponent, waiting for the next charge.

    "Boldore is out cold! Ouch! Glaceon just took a mean right hook from Metang! Grotle is still facing down that wild steel duo!"

    Jane waves down Marble and points to the center. Where Mawile is crouched low, about to samurai style draw against the rumbling Grotle.

    A flash of gold catches the audience and blinds Grotle, Mawile, and Honedge just long enough they can''t see to dodge Onix putting three more points on the board!

    "What a Hit, that gorgeous Onix might smash the record for first mosh knockouts!"

    I nudge Jane with my elbow, "Those older gals look pissed."

    Her eyes are wide, "I didn''t think that''d work!"

    Of course it would, "oh shit!" I point.

    Grace''s Mightyena just leaped for Floette on top of Marble. But that''s the whole point isn''t it.

    Delphi''s fairy wind stalls the dark pokemon mid air long enough for Onix to whip her tail for the Smack Down.

    Another collective groan from the audience as Mightena gets sent bouncing away.

    "Damn it Kurt!" yells grace from the stage forgetting she''s supposed to be singing.

    Hey I''m not even in this battle anymore.

    The announcer keeps the show going, "You have your badge winners folks but who will be the last pokemon standing!"

    Naomi b?r?ly lets out a cheer before the announcer continues, "Look at that Tyrunt go!

    Once more that evasive little shit made it up Marble and completely blindsided Floette just as Marble slams into the slow floating Metang.

    Naomi yelps, "Delphi!"

    "Floette and Metang are out, Grovyle is caught by Electrike and Luxio!"

    Just as Grovyle was looking to follow up the Tyrunt and take advantage of the distracted onix, she gets blindsided by the electric duo.

    Three more Pokemon return to their balls.

    Naomi clutches her pokeball before yelling into the arena, "Get''em Marble!"

    Shimmering in pearl white and viens of gold under dozens of spotlights, Marble enters a rage and is only getting faster from each Head Smash. Finally the Tyrunt can''t keep up the pace. A Bulldoze sends it flying while Marble just turns towards the gymleader''s pokemon. But those two are full electric types and no amount of biting from pokemon their size will stop an Onix even if Marble is still young.

    The music comes to a stall as Kirk lays off the guitar, "We''re calling it here, that''s one rockin Onix."

    More fireworks blast off, "The Winner is Jane from LaRousse City! Setting an Impressive Opening Mosh takedown record with Twelve knockouts and two concedes, that''s Half the field folks! Even if her teammate was counted."

    Marble roars in victory as the final opponents are returned to their balls. Laughter and cheers fill the arena.

    Grace and the girls on stage cheer, "Great Fight Jane!"

    Naomi is hopping up and down with Jane''s arm but the Redhead herself is in shock, mouth wide open. The lights move to her and I quickly tap her jaw shut.

    She looks my way, "Is this real?"

    "Hah!" I raise a brow at the kid, "Ya know, life doesn''t always suck, sometimes you win big. I think you got more than you realized out of that treasure hoard."

    Marble has slid over and is preening at the attention in front of her trainer. Jane gets a goofy smile and runs out to hug her pokemon. The audience gets to laugh at the silly girl trying to tackle a rock.

    I wave back to Lacy and text her how to meet us downstairs.

    Part of the center floor lifts as Kirk and Shawn walk out with a case of badges.

    The announcer calls out, "Let''s hear it again for our five badge winners; Naomi, Alloy, Crystal, Vermilya and Jane!"

    Five girls step up and wave to the crowd. Shawn hands each of them a badge, pausing to ruffle Naomi''s hair.

    When they get to Jane, Kirk takes off the guitar on his back and presents it to her. It''s ruby red and lightning blue and I bet she has no idea how to play but the girl looks like the rock queen of Hoenn wearing it.

    Naomi is holding her head high and looking towards the box seats where her family sits.

    I glance at Tesla''s ball in my hand, "Guess I''ll have to come back for round two."

 Chapter 38 - Dressed to Thrill

    The musicians head up for an encore song to close the event while the rest of us head back to the locker room area. While we leave our pokemon with the inhouse med station and staff I catch more than a few dirty looks. Fortunately Jane is a bit distracted by the trophy guitar but Naomi seems to have caught on.

    This is Mauville however, and the staff here technically works for our petit princess. I lead the girls over to sit by the security desk. Apparently it''s not too uncommon for disputes to break out down here after the battle. The guard on duty sitting back while scratching his Electabuz''s head.

    "Mr. Kurt, a woman named Lacy Cutter is waiting just outside. You can bring her in but she needs this pass." He hands me a card on a lanyard.

    "Can I have two," Cindy came as well, "she and her friend came from Rustboro, can''t leave one of them just hanging out there."

    He looks to Naomi then nods and hands me another.

    I turn to her, "Thanks. Hey, try and call over your cousin. Congratulate her about her win, try to reconnect. The less you talk about yourself the better."

    She appears to think that over while nodding and looking for Vermilya in the crowd. Leaving her and the dazed Jane I head for the exit.

    Alloy stops me on her way to Naomi, "Better luck next time Mr. Kurt."

    A polite smile, "No worries, I''m already looking forward to participating again. The girls got their moment to shine, including you, congrats."

    The Amplitude badge on her ??pel looks like a lightning bolt over a speaker. She smiles with a glow that I''m sure drives the teen boys wild.

    Glancing over my shoulder I catch Jane looking this way and in daze for an entirely different reason. ¡­.Teenagers.

    Lacy leaps into my arms just outside the doors, "Congratulations! Your team did great."

    Her lips have a hint of strawberry flavor as I take in the sight of her coppery red hair and golden eyes.

    "This is definitely a pleasant surprise," I set her to my side and hand both the girls their passes, "And you too Cindy thanks for coming."

    The blonde nurse awkwardly chuckles, "She didn''t want to come all the way alone, and I''d never seen the Mosh live."

    "Well I''m glad you did, let''s head in. Mind the grumpy kids though."

    Even as I speak the words the doors behind me slam open and two boys and two girls in dark purple outfits walk out. The Pyre Wisps give me a glare but don''t stop on their way up the stairs. Other teams start to come out.

    The Fallarbor Ronin seem glum but the boy who had the Zangoose pauses to shake my hand, "Nice battle Kurt, guess we may face off again later."

    With a firm handshake, "I''m looking forward to it, train hard."

    All of them nod, "We will, believe it."

    Next out the door are the Spitfires and I have to call out, "Awesome Torkoal, and where y''all get a Quilava?"

    Two of the three girls grin, the other puffs her cheek, hers was the Koffing.

    Torkaol''s trainer, a tall teen with a massive mohawk of dreads shakes my hand, "There''s an exotic fire type breeder in Lavaridge, Amber''s Cinder is descended from the late Master Moore''s Typhlosion. My Torkoal, Oni was alpha of his heard,"

    "Enough Avril, you can talk his ear off at the dinner. Let''s go." I get a polite wave as they move on.

    I look at Lacy who''s on my arm, "I guess there''s a dinner."

    Shrugging, "That''s fine, I figured this would be an all night event."

    As the door opens again I''m getting the idea I should move or face every team.

    The three dragon lads walk out chatting giving me only a passing, "Awesome battle Kurt! See you upstairs."

    Ah, and now I have the venue. Heading in I find my team chatting with Alloy and Vermilya while Dawn and May are having a quiet conversation.

    Cindy pipes up, "Oh Arceus, I get to meet Dawn!"

    Really?

    Lacy leads me forward, "Hey May!"

    The rivals separate, May smiling, "Heya Doc!"

    "Oh," Dawn checks out my girl, "So you''re the gal keeping the human Lucky Charm to herself."

    "Certainly Miss Dawn," her arm tightens slightly around mine, "and I''ve no intention of sharing."

    I laugh, "Ah, babe, you really missed me?"

    Cindy actually mutters, "I know I did."

    She whispers, "Winston started making noise again last week. I think he''s paying visiting trainers to cause problems for our cousin, Chief Haley. Probably wants to get her demoted for rattating him out to Father."

    Right, the creep who wants Naomi. The girl in question is all smiles right now however, it looks like Alloy helped bridge the gap between old friends. Now the Stone heiress is checking out the guitar trophy.

    "Kurt," May calls, "We''ve got an hour before the dinner social in the atrium garden. I noticed you looked a bit surprised by the Furfrou show earlier. You should let us take Doc dress shopping while your team gets ready."

    Cindy loses it, "Arceus, dress shopping with May and Dawn!"

    I bonk her on the head.

    "Eep!"

    "They''re people, and one''s a total wench."

    May looks to Dawn, daring her to deny it. However she just shrugs, "I''m sure we can find something nice in the world''s largest mall."

    ------

    Myself, well Naomi''s designer might have gotten carried away. Slim black suit with onyx cufflinks and red paisley vest and tie...and black leather cowboy boots.

    Lacy Cutter''s wide eyed thirst when the elevator doors open make the uncomfortable boots more than worth it.

    "Howdy Ranger," she whispers, sliding her arm into mine.

    Her Archen hops onto my shoulder while I admire her copper dress making her look like a grecian goddess, "looking quite gorgeous yourself. How you doing Archy?"

    The foot tall winged dinosaur gives a whistle and chirp while nuzzling my hair.

    Catching sight of Cindy I immediately avert my gaze, "Why Miss Devon, that yellow dress is going to make some young boys start puberty."

    Her frilly electric yellow outfit only has a foot of modesty between the neckline and the waistline.

    She barks a laugh, "Well normally boyfriends don''t just wash up on beaches."

    May is in a modest pink dress you might find at any summer barbeque. Which is a stark contrast to Dawn, whose blue gown has a leg slit that actually does ride her h?ps and connect to the neckline like silky shoe lace.

    Dawn catches my confusion, "This is the annual party celebrating the league entering full swing. Many of the most influential people in Hoenn are likely in attendance. Back in Sinnoh most of the gym leaders would be in attendance. Famous trainers, contest favorites, world league participants, the whos who."

    Um, hell no, "Naomi, remember what we just talked about informing me of large events?"

    "Ah," she clearly realises I wouldn''t have known about this, "Sorry Kurt, it''s an annual event. I forgot that you, well, forgot."

    "Right, well no mosh pits like back at the casino. Let''s find a table and your friends."

    Don''t think I miss the visible disappointment as she glances towards a stage off in the distance. Luckily it''s not hard to spot the lights reflecting off of Alloy''s silver hair. She and Vermilya are at a table tucked off to the side.

    May and Dawn split off their own ways, meeting old acquaintances or in May''s case I see her hop into the arms of a tall fellow in a nice beige suit. He is accompanied by a grinning Swampert with a clip on bowtie.

    I let my own Joltik out of her ball. Lacy immediately picks her up, "Her there darling, you''re growing wonderfully!"

    After making sure Jane and Naomi are settled and under watch of nearby Wattson Security, I lead my girlfriend to a table just a bit further along the treeline. Still in sight of the girls of course, I won''t neglect that I''m definitely on the clock here.

    Lacy brushes back the subtle curls of her coppery hair, "So, have you been a good boyfriend Kurt?"

    Trying not to be distracted by her readjusting legs, "I''ve successfully fended off international supermodels and farmgirls alike I''ll have you know."

    She gives Tesla some scratches to the sound of happy chirps, "Could have called more, but I guess I''ll let it slide this first couple weeks."

    I let Archen hop to the nearby trees to play, "Actually, what are your plans for returning to Rustboro? We can probably head that way together. Five might make the jeep tight but the princess is tiny, she''ll fit between Jane and Cindy in the back."

    "Such royal treatment," She laughs, "That would be great though."

    Scooting our chairs closer together, "While talking about travel, ever thought about visiting Alola?"

    Her brow raises, "I mean of course but I just took a week off for this. Also, You really wanna take that step to planning vacations together? What about finding out who you are? Acreus Kurt, I admit I''ve fallen for you by no small amount," She pauses to look at the sky as if hoping not to wake from a dream, "but you''re old enough you could have a family already and not remember it!"

    Reaching in my coat, I pull out the Luxury Ball, "I ran into someone in Dewford, claimed she worked for me." Lacy''s eyes are locked on the pokeball, "The gal told me I did the memory wipe to myself, and to just live my best new life."

    There''s a slight quiver in her voice, "That''s crazy Kurt, but, that ball¡­"

    "Relax," I put my arm around her, "I got this for you before Naomi told me how proposals are done. I can''t just sit on it for months into a relationship when anyone reasonable would think to purpose."

    "Haaa," I can''t even begin to figure the range of emotions in that half sigh, half laugh. "Look at you being all reasonable while holding what looks like an engagement ball for a girl you''ve known for b?r?ly more than a month."

    A quirk of my lips, "I didn''t say it wasn''t."

    Her gold eyes search mine for a hint of lies or something else.

    But the moment is doomed to be soured in such a public setting.

    "Hey old man!" Interrupts some punk kid in a black and purple suit.

    One of the Pyre Wisps, his Growlithe snarling from his heel.

    Slowly rising from my chair I kiss a fuming Lacy on the temple, "We have all the time in this world to figure it out."

    Now standing before the punk, straightening my cuffs as two of his teammates step forward, the girl with the Meditite and the boy with the Duskull.

    I notice some of the party goers nearby looking this way, including my own team whom I signal to back off.

    Looking between the three of them, "There was another of you wasn''t there? And it''s incredibly rude what you just did, interrupting a couple having a private moment and all."

    "She''s still looking after her Gloom, and like you give a shit about being proper. Bringing a massive pokemon like Onix to the first mosh of the year!"

    Are these three going to challenge me to a battle? "Don''t be stupid kid, you saw the posted average pokemon level even before the fight. And what makes you think I don''t care when I sent in a tiny Joltik?"

    That makes the other two pause but the brat is too headstrong, "That so? Fine let''s see what makes you believe crushing our pokemon with an Onix counts as caring!"

    His growlithe takes a step forward.

    "Let''s see if you''re all bark kid," I pull out Shak''s ball, "You know, one of the best parts about Mauville is that it has everything a growing pokemon needs."

    My seven foot tall, winged bear of a Golbat appears in front of the teen boy and his little dog.

    "Even barrels of blood."

 Chapter 39 - Coming Clean

    To his credit, the kid doesn''t piss himself. Not that I can be sure with the black slacks.

    Instead he steadies himself and clenches a fist, "Hannya," His Growlithe looks back, tail tucked down, "Face your fear, Leer."

    Nice, I''ll push just a bit more, "Shak, Mean Look."

    As the little tiger dog tries to summon it''s courage, my Golbat leans forward snarling. The Growlithe''s knees give slightly before straightening back.

    The lad points forward, "Go for it, Flame Charge!"

    That''s enough, "Don''t bother big guy."

    Shak returns to his ball with a flash of red light leaving the flame coated puppy pouncing at thin air.

    "Chill kid," I slide the ball back into a holster inside my jacket while looking at the young teen trying to find words, "This isn''t the place for a battle. You''re not wrong to stand up for your friend, but you''re literally barking up the wrong tree. You lose sometimes, I lost today, but you stand tall like just now and come back another day."

    I don''t know if he understands, or if I even conveyed it very well.

    "Whatever, let''s go Hannya." he storms off back into the park, his teammates in pursuit.

    Lacy once more takes my arm, "I see you''ve been working towards that rideable pokemon we talked about. You''re Golbat is bigger than most Crobat I''ve seen."

    The crowd seems to go back to minding their own business though I do catch some people glancing our way.

    "Let''s sit back down, I''ll show you my pokemon tomorrow."

    I move to fix her chair but she leads me to sit down and then gracefully as you like sits in my ??p.

    "Kurt, look at me," She pulls my chin.

    It''s hard to ignore the few blatant stares now from this very public display but I look into her golden eyes and she continues.

    "Are you entirely convinced that there''s no forgotten wife or kids waiting for their lost husband or father? That you''ve got a clean slate to start a life how you see fit? Even with you washing up outside of town not remembering how the world works, I find This the hardest to believe."

    I could tell her everything right now, I probably should. Thinking back on the weeks before I left Rustboro, the peaceful evenings chatting about the town and all the people in it that she''s helped¡­ Including me. Her sharp mind and sharper humor, at the same time her patience.

    Holding her hand in mine, "There''s nowhere to go back to, I''m not from Hoenn, I do remember some things. Enough to know that there''s nothing stopping me from being all yours if you want me."

    She holds up Leafeon''s green Luxury Ball, "This is a non refundable down payment on everything you owe me." Counting on her fingers, "The weeks crashing on my couch, the food you raided from my kitchen... the dates I paid for."

    Well I suppose the concept of going dutch would be lost here,

    "Focus," Lacy flicks my nose while her lips curl into a grin, "I want you, you asked so, yes, you''re mine." She leans past my head and whispers in my ear, "And I suppose that makes me yours."

    Her teeth nip my ear and I''m suddenly very aware how thin the silky fabric of her dress feels in my hands.

    Again, this public venue is the torture device of the evening.

    "Kurt," Jane calls over, "there''s a bunch of people that want to talk to us together before you run off with the doc for the night."

    We retrieve our pokemon from the tree line and join the others in socialising. Which isn''t all that bad until a wild Drunk Winston appears. Alloy uses Roar, Drunk Winston flees.

    Cindy once more apologies to one of her cousins and friends on behalf of her brother.

    At one point Dawn sashays her way over and we finally hammer down some details of this Alola trip. The following monday, ten days from now, we''ll pick up our water types and hop on the Zekrom aircraft. That week will be filled with scheduled lab visits, battles, something called the Wela Fire Relay, all of which will be recorded.

    In the meantime, we''ll drive the fast route to Rustboro and Meteor Falls. We''ll get our fossil''s exchanged at the lab and go dragon hunting. We will not be attempting the gym until our return from Alola.

    When Naomi starts losing focus I decide she''s had enough excitement for one day. Jane, I leave in the apparently flirty hands of Naomi''s older friend Alloy. Seeing Jane act considerably more girly in the last hour than ever before, I think Alloy''s got a shot.

    Once back to my room, Lacy squeezes my arm, "I know you said you''ve got nothing to go back to, but seeing you take care of those girls hints otherwise."

    "I guess waiting for the full story would be asking a lot," The steady look confirms that, "I remember aspects of a life in a completely different world. I''m still missing personal details, but there''s enough to know I came from a country called America. Things like national politics, military training... Wars, and no Pokemon, period."

    "How," She starts but can''t find any more words.

    "Arceus," I look to the view of the stars outside the room''s patio, "I was told by the woman claiming to be my employee that I made a deal with Arceus. To send an aspect of myself here, to live a new life."

    A small chuckle escapes her, "I''d call you crazy but I already examined your head¡­"

    She let''s go of me and stands before the window, "I never got into the whole praise Acreus for every little thing cult. Academically, we do know they exist. Arceus, Dialga, Palkia, there are documented appearances. There''s even a lab in Alola rumored to study alternate dimensions."

    No shit, "That, sounds like my ticket home. If I was remotely interested anymore."

    "It doesn''t?" she whirls around, tears in her eyes, "You can''t just skip to some smooth line saying you''d rather have me Kurt!"

    Stomping over, "This is a lot to believe, and you''d be the biggest ?ss in Hoenn to have been bullshiting all this time. Cause your stupid story tracks with everything you''ve said or let slip since we met¡­ Except you did recognise some things."

    Ah, we really are spilling everything now, "Games¡­ where I come from there are games with pokemon. From a country called Japan, I probably played them as a kid. Also tv shows, cartoons for kids, I know they ran for decades."

    The look of pure disbelief, "Who could make up something like that?" She stumbles over to the couch and all but collapses.

    "It gets worse," No sense leaving anything out, "I recall the plot of some of the earlier things. I''d say we''re almost two decades past them however."

    She doesn''t say anything, just keeps looking at me.

    "Ash, the champ from Kanto, all the shows we''re about him. The plucky protagonist that adventures to meet all the legendary pokemon. His friends Misty and Brock. The show and the games covered each region, Kanto, Johto, I remember some of Hoenn, the rest I don''t recall at all, maybe a bit of Unova and Galar."

    I can see her just staring off at this point, hopefully not having a mental breakdown.

    Sitting down and putting an arm around her, "The point, and your original question, there''s no family back in Unova or elsewhere waiting for me. If I believe what I was told, I''m here for a new life¡­ preferably involving you¡­ I did ask," God how do I word this?

    A soft pinch at my side, "Ask what?"

    "If I had kids. I had just felt too protective of the runts, like it was a personal mission or something. I was told ''Every time.'' What kind of ambiguous horse shit is that?"

    "Arceus Kurt," she grabs the sides of my head, "right there, what''s a horse? And that implies you''ve been¡­ They do talk about this in doctorate courses here, timeline theory and such."

    No more tears slip from her golden eyes, "You ask me to marry you, albeit half ?ssed, and then tell me you''ve been kicked across space time by Arceus. Fine, it''s hardly worse than accepting you have selective amnesia."

    I take her hands in mine, "Well it''s certainly weird to me, I thought I had to be on a movie set that first day."

    A soft smirk of her lips, "The hero lands in a mysterious new world and meets his destined love?"

    "Hah!," Me a hero huh, "Then it''s definitely a rom com cause I don''t think heroes get started by head bu??ing trees for Pok¨¦mon."

    "Oh you be surprised how traditional that is," she giggles, "though it''s usually the pokemon doing the headbutting."

    I pull her onto my ??p, her silk dress spilling across the couch, "Let''s get back to you calling me a hero?"

    "Did I?" She spins to straddle my waist before dramatically facing away and speaking with a deeper voice, "The villain crashes into the sea before meeting the gorgeous Heroine. Can she make him a better man, or will he continue to terrorize young teens and kick poor wurmples?"

    My hands explore her smooth legs, "well she makes a very compelling argument. I feel good about the outline, perhaps this story has a happy ending."

    Her h?ps slowly press down as she leans forward and begins to undo my tie, "we can grind out a rough draft."

    I move to kiss her but she puts a finger on my lips, "Don''t ruin this dress, I love it and I''m keeping it. Now ditch the belt."

    "Yes dear."

    ...

    After getting some toast and caffeine in my system this morning I kiss my way up the lithe figure hiding from the sun beneath our sheets. It''s time to pack up, although, looking at my suit from last night¡­ I''m not gonna explain myself to dry cleaners, that''s for sure¡­ or the hotel staff.

    Lacy''s b?r? h?ps sway on her way to the shower. Her copper hair catching light as it spills down her back.

    "On second thought, packing can wait till after a good shower."

    Unfortunately reality knocks on our door with Jane''s voice, "You hung over Old Man? I thought we were leaving an hour ago."

    Lacy gives me the universal scoot along sign so she can actually get ready.

    I open the room door, "You''re grounded."

    Jane''s brows hit the ceiling, "Excuse me?!"

    Pretending to shoo her away, "You don''t hear me knocking on your door after a night with company."

    As the red flush fills her face I can''t help but laugh.

    "Relax Jane," but she is locked in embarrassment, "Wait, did you actually have company last night?"

    Error, Jane''s response not found.

    "Jane," I pull her in to sit on the couch, "So have you had The Talk with your aunt?"

    Finally she jumps, "Oh no we ain''t talking that ...no, just no. I heard enough from the girls in juvie."

    "You see, when a person loves another person,"

    "Shut up Kurt!"

    "I suppose the second person is optional in some cases,"

    "I''m not listening!" She covers her ears and runs towards the kitchen.

    "For that matter love is a bit too strict, sometimes folks just get horney."

    "LA LA LA LA"

    Lacy pokes her head out while holding a curling iron in her hair, "What in the name of Arceus is going on?"

    I point, "She''s never had The Talk."

    My fianc¨¦ adopts a cheshire grin, "Well Jane, at your age us women may develop certain needs." she holds up the curling iron.

    Quick as a flash Jane is out of the room with a slam of the door.

    "I think she took it pretty well."

    Lacy laughs from the bathroom, "Let''s go home Kurt."

 Chapter 40 - Growth and Consequence

    "OH my Arceus," Cindy gushes while on her knees, "This baby is too adorable!"

    Lacy finally opened her engagement ball to reveal the kitten sized Leafon. The little rascal is chasing her Archen around the Mauville fountain lobby. Each time the leafy pup passes through a beam of sunlight streaming in from the massive windows it gains a burst of speed. Poor Archy has to take flight not to get caught.

    A Mauvile company man brings around the jeep and passes me the keys. This one looks newer than the previous vehicle and has a covered top. It''s definitely bigger, seems the five of us will be comfy enough.

    "Alright," I call over to the group, "Let''s get this show on the road."

    Lacy returns her pokemon while Naomi cheerfully thanks the Wattson employee.

    I catch Jane still a bit fluff minded, "Did you get a chance to see your Aunt off?"

    "What," she gains a bit more focus, "Oh, yes, she caught me before I knocked on your door this morning. She''s headed to follow up on those pirates, she said they had a base somewhere."

    "Cool, well hop in." Adventuring and fighting crime seems a tad less threatening in this world without guns and such.

    Of course I''m suddenly reminded of running through the woods being chased by a giant tree.

    This jeep is loaded, that''s for sure. The seat moves on every axis, perfect back support, heating, cooling,

    "Kurt quit playing with the seat." Lacy points behind us and in the mirror I see the line of cars waiting to exit the pick up and drop off zone.

    "Oops," one last check everyone is settled in, "Let''s go."

    The road west passes by the breeder ranch, a farm hand is out checking a Bouffalant''s hooves. In the back Cindy and Naomi are chatting while Jane is browsing her phone. Seems I have time for a couple questions while we''re still passing the hills.

    "Question for Doctor Cutter."

    "Oh?" Her brows lift, a slight anticipatory smile.

    Sorry, not flirting this time, "Why have I seen noticeably more female trainers and professionals than male. No bias, it''s just not even close."

    She pouts but then takes a moment, "You''ve had a slightly biased experience so far actually." Lacy looks at the girls in the back before continuing, "First, the national population of Hoenn Is over 60% female, so you''re not entirely wrong."

    Alright, I didn''t expect that.

    "Second," She points a thumb back, "Those are rich kids, or from big name families."

    I must have looked confused because she back pedals, "Think about the working professionals you''ve seen. Some of the older generation seem mostly Male but that''s just because men retire later than women on average. While the workforce our age and under is predominantly female outside of the labor workforce."

    "Okay, that still shouldn''t be so drastic," the hills start to transition to low mountain woodlands, "Even if you say all the boys are too busy training pokemon to get a career."

    She nods, "So let''s talk about the kids from the lab, those were all from families with famous trainers or successful women. Lower income families don''t have the political pull to put their kid in the spotlight from the get go. At the same time boys are expected to do things the old fashioned way most of the time."

    That makes some sense but I still feel like I''m missing something.

    Lacy is a smart cookie, "Kurt, what is the average population for a city where you come from?"

    Pshh, "Anywhere from tens to hundreds of thousands."

    There''s a moment of utter silence in the jeep. The girls in the back are looking at me.

    Lacy clears her throat, "The global population?"

    Geez, of all the things to remember, "Well over 7 Billion."

    Again, silence. A couple minutes pass before I can''t stand it anymore, "alright, your turn to blow my mind."

    Lacy checks her phone, "Estimates say we may hit 3 million by the end of the decade¡­ globally. Hoenn has just under 200 thousand."

    Well then, "Wow, that''s just, weird? Why so low?"

    Cindy speaks up from the back, "Every year at least a few new trainers go missing or, well¡­"

    "Also," Lacy is tapping her chin in thought, "for a population so high I imagine their families have lots of kids?"

    "Eh," I try not to lose focus on driving while searching the haze of my memories, "Case by Case? Some folks stop at one and get themselves fixed, others could have a dozen plus, some unlucky folks can''t have any while others want none and abort."

    Personally I find the idea of abortion horridly tragic but I understand there are reasons,

    "Exactly," Lacy gets my mental train back on track, "Any pregnancy is an Arceus blessed gift for most folk here. Birth rates are so low that having as many as three kids is considered a miracle."

    Hence why they take such care of orphans, "but then why send such young kids into the wild?"

    Cindy answers, "Tradition. As far as written history we''ve adventured with Pok¨¦mon and built our homes in harmony with their lands."

    Lacy points at the map on her phone, "Less properly these days. After Verdanturf we''ll enter Rusturf Tunnel. It took decades to complete, afterwards the footpath under the mountain became too dangerous. People missing in the woods increased, and the first Trevenants were discovered."

    Noami adds in, "Grandpa said one of the Regi must have moved into the mountain, and that he saw a massive tree, deep in the woods, moving strangely one night."

    Cool, so a nice paved tunnel equals cave ins and a haunted forest. Now I get the strict government oversight for land.

    Which reminds me, "So I was thinking of buying some land. I had this idea to build a lighthouse near where I washed up. Also I happen to have a commission to relocate a school of Sharpedo and Carvanha."

    "Of course you do," Lacy can''t help but smirk, "couldn''t be a school of Luvdisc? Go on, I''m sure it gets better."

    Jane leans between the seats, "Don''t forget the Mega-Sharpedo and huge Dhelmise."

    "Wow, thanks," I push her head back, "Whose team are you on?"

    She pokes her tongue out like Noami, "the girls'', obviously."

    Hater.

    Noami throws me an ?ssit, "the commission is from the Oceanographic Institute with the coordination of Mr. Stone and Dewford City Council."

    "Oh I think I saw an article about this," Cindy leans in, "They announced there will be a fantastic new pirate exhibit at the Jolly Clauncher Casino next year."

    What a name, I must have missed that one, "Sounds like I should ask for better pay. Or better yet help with getting my land purchase approved."

    Lacy waves her hands, "now you''re just ?ssuming I''m okay with living in a lighthouse."

    "Haunted Lighthouse," Jane is still causing mischief, "long as Kurt keeps catching creepy Pok¨¦mon."

    Along the side of the road I spot a Zigzagoon roadkill.

    "Alright we can talk about this more later. Do we need to stop for anything in Verdanturf?"

    ''No''s all around.

    "Guess we''ll just cruise through, anything interesting there?"

    Noami pulls out her tablet to try and show me some images while I try not to be too distracted driving. Not hard to imagine why the big boss Pok¨¦mon dislike roads.

    "The city is more of an upscale retirement community than anything else."

    Lacy pushes the tablet back, "You might be unaware young miss, but it has a thriving art scene."

    Cindy chimes in, "You have to mention the Winder Wonder Contest. Verdanturf is the only place in Hoenn that actually sees snow, if only for a couple weeks."

    "Screw the pageant, there''s a Worlds Gym." Jane cuts in. "Just like you''re skirting around Kurt, Wanda''s Floral Conservatory is a themed WPC gym."

    That name...the same gal who makes shitty pasta?, "She related to Wally?"

    "Cousins," Lacy answers, "She visits me to pick up his prescriptions once a month."

    "So her gym is in Verdanturf, she takes care of Wally in Petalburg, and gets his meds from you in Rustburo. She got a flyer?"

    My girl laughs, "Yes, a very big, sweet, Tropius named Wiley in honor of her late husband."

    Looking in the rear view mirror to Cindy and Noami, "That winter thing something we should check out down the road?"

    Princess quickly shakes her head but Cindy is practically jumping in her seat, "Oh it''s the most beautiful thing! A light layer of snow across the mountain meadows, a gentle dusting in the trees. The Abomasnow help children make snowmen while Frosmoths dance through the air. The fossil labs even bring a stable of Aurorus to let the kids ride."

    Someone''s kiddy side is showing, "You never mentioned your own rookie journey Cindy."

    Her enthusiasm deflates, "Despite my brother convincing father it was a waste of time, he was just jealous, I did really well."

    Lacy smiles, "I saw her reach top eight that year."

    Naomi goes rigid, maybe finding something relatable with the young woman, "Now Way! What was your team?"

    "Oh ho," She puffs out her ?h?st, "My Pyroar, obviously, then an Espeon, Azumarill, Manectric, Breloom and an Aurorus."

    Seems like a good spread to me.

    Naomi disagrees, "Really? Top eight without an ace?"

    Cindy pouts, "My team was all aces¡­ really though I think you''re putting too much stock in lab room estimates if you underestimate my pokemon."

    "Plenty did," Lacy adds in, "She was a rich girl with pretty, colorful pokemon. Her Aurorus stomped plenty of opponents cold."

    Lil Miss Nurse beams, "Aurorus will be officially a Mega one day. I''ve heard of a potential catalyst in the Crown Tundra region of Galar¡­"

    She loses steam at the good part.

    Naomi pegs it, "Your family won''t let you travel that far on a whim. Especially since you couldn''t go pro."

    Slouching in her seat, "My doctorate program starts in the fall. Father essentially told me I''m his last hope for our family retaining control of the company beyond just being on the board."

    The two rich girls begin whispering conspiratorially.

    I suspect I''ll need cold weather gear before the year''s end.

    A bit longer and a bit more sloping meadows then small apartment buildings peek over the next foothill.

    Verdanturf appears like any new construction community. Housing ?ssociation managed yards and parks, small cafes or novelty shops. We even pass an art garden featuring a scrap welded Articuno statue wreathed in blue leafed ivy.

    The central square features the town hall directly across from the Contest Amphitheater. Apparently the old Contest Hall is the current Town Hall¡­ but looking around, ya it''s still a small town. Pretty for sure, but I doubt there''s even five thousand residents.

    It feels strange to see a townhouse row boarding the town instead of large yard ranch homes I ?ssociate with rural areas. Furthermore the field functioning as an obvious buffer before the sheer mountain face towering up.

    The road leads into a four lane tunnel, complete with warnings of the inner lanes are for passing only, and no honking.

    Warm glow lights lead into the rock wall with no end in sight. The hair of my neck even stands up as we enter.

    Cindy shivers, "I hate this tunnel. No denying its necessity¡­ but it creeps everyone out."

    Jane once more on chaos duty, "I heard people driving it at night disappear. Or especially if they ignore the rules and walk through."

    I open Blue''s ball beneath my seat and whisper, "give Jane a poke."

    Lacy of course saw the ball light and rolls her eyes with a smile.

    Five minutes slip by and just as I''m wondering if he understood me,

    "Aeeeeeipe! Arceus shit! Blue?!" A kick slams my seat from the angry teen, "The shit Kurt?!"

    I''m laughing, Blue is giggling. But I have to stop as I spot a tall shadow in the center divider of the tunnel. The girls keep chattering and the figure remains formless as we pass.

    I b?r?ly glimpse a single, dim red eye.

    Blue hits the bu??on on his Dusk Ball and hides away.

    "Lacy," I get her attention from teasing Jane, "Is there a ghost Pok¨¦mon with only one eye?"

    She immediately looks around the tunnel as the kids go silent, "Just keep driving Kurt, no more pranks in the tunnel.. Ever."

 Chapter 41 - Land of the Living

    Rain pours on a cobblestone street. Brick storefronts advertising fine hats, watchmakers, tailors and yet, a closer look reveals nothing deeper within. The brick work is plaster, the cobbles painted wood. To one side, the floor drops off to empty rows of seats.

    The storm above cracks with thunder and a well built man in a tuxedo steps from behind the building props. His cane clicks against the wooden stage. He stops on a marked position and tips his gentleman''s top hat.

    "Good evening," His voice sounds like a poor attempt at a british accent, and when his head raises I see only one red eye beneath a monocle.

    "That ghost from the tunnel."

    "Indeed!" there''s a cheerful tone to his voice for all he lacks a face, just a black shadow, "Allow me to introduce myself! HAhahahaHA!"

    Pausing his laughter, "Apologies it is a wonderful night, you see I''ve never had the p???sur? of such a thing. Among other reasons."

    "Well don''t let me spoil it." Creepy, yes, sinister, hardly.

    "Quite, thank you." He removes his monocle and plays at polishing it while giving another soft chuckle.

    "My name, as of this evening, is Jack."

    "The Ripper?" We are in an old London scene after all.

    He replaces the glass and gestures to the setting, "Yes, No? I''m merely taking inspiration from your thoroughly veiled memories. You are quite the mystery good sir. There I was, spending another droll day in my mandatory community service when I heard the most delightful shriek."

    Jane getting poked by Blue.

    "Now as I prepared to give you all something to really scream about, I suddenly received new instructions from on high, not to meddle with you. Hehe," He stifles back another fit of laughter, "Furthermore my sentence has been commuted! I''m free!"

    "No more tunnel hauntings?"

    A crack of lightning reveals his hands are in bandages rather than the gloves I thought, "No, as lovely a home as it has been, I''ve often dreamt of the possibilities awaiting me beyond the mountain''s depths."

    I gesture around us, "So what is this then?"

    He bows deeply, "I merely wished to convey my thanks, Dusknior to Trainer. I''ve been given reprieve until my services are deemed necessary once more. If you have any questions about this world, as it appears quite different from yours, I''d be happy to answer them this once. Then you''ll wake up, tell that lovely doctor you''ve suffered a modest Dream Eater attack, and be right as rain in no time."

    This fellow is certainly an odd¡­.dusk, "Alright, let me think a second."

    "Certainly." He strolls around the stage, glancing at the many prop goods in shop windows.

    So, what do I want to know that the people I''ve met so far can''t answer?

    "How long do pokemon live?"

    "Ha!" He doesn''t even look at me, "Most live just as long as you humans, others, till weakness takes them."

    How ambiguous, "I see. The hierarchy you mentioned,"

    "Nope, I''ll stop you there," He taps his cane solidly against the stage, "I''m not permitted to speak of it, neither are any pokemon intelligent enough to become aware of such order of life¡­ and death."

    Ah but that was telling in itself, and judging by the glint in his eyeglass that was on purpose.

    "Then let''s be specific about what''s going on here in central Hoenn."

    "Very well," he reaches right through a window as if it didn''t exist...which it doesn''t. And grabs a stool. "Let''s begin with Mauville Holdings and their rivals, the Devon Corporation. City development verses home goods, constantly looking to one up each other''s achievements going back generations. Devon verses Wattson."

    The view around us changes to a sky high panorama of the area between Rustboro and Mauville.

    He points at locations, "The Tunnel, Sea Mauville, New Mauville, Mauville Mall, Meteor Falls excavation, the large scale farming experiments. These two families are quite destructive of their surroundings when not given the occasional reminder of the balance. Usually nothing too drastic, to strive for the future is part of what makes you human."

    Not hard to get, "Cut down the woods, Trevnants. Collapse the natural cave systems, you."

    Nodding, "Precisely, now having looked at your recent memories I can belay your concerns for your lighthouse goal. Such a project would be a welcome utilisation of the land. Hardly intrusive yet offering sanctuary to pokemon considered...less cuddly. Hehe."

    Well everyone needs a home. "I know in the past certain organizations sought to upend the order of things, any of that going on I should look out for?"

    "YES," His tone becomes more stern, "A number of smaller operations are being monitored, one such will fall by the end of the week at the hands of the lovely Miss Pike Queen. I''m personally a fan of your heroes that work with Pokemon whom humanity often fears."

    I noticed, "Anything near Rustboro?"

    Pointing towards the pillar of black smoke rising to the north, Mt. Chimney, "There is an irony that evil can be found in the most obvious of locations sometimes. It''s a small scale, yet tragic none the less...Ah."

    His eye glows bright for a moment as another bout of lightning splashes across the sky.

    "We will leave that problem to you, or so I''ve just been told. Go on your journey as planned, don''t rush, but don''t deviate. You need strength you''ve yet to reach to effectively tackle the problem."

    Wait, "I thought you said something evil was going on, isn''t it better to go now?"

    "Lives are not in peril, yet to appear early would risk yours, and those young girls. Sometimes, a small measure of suffering results in the... ''greater good?'' as you might say." It''s a tad disturbing how cheerfully he just said that.

    The scene returns to the Verdanturf Amphitheater, props removed.

    "So long Mr. Kurt, may your future be bright and the shadows welcoming." He bows low once more and slowly sinks into his own shadow.

    No shade without light and such I suppose. It''s strange watching a sunrise on a dream world as everything fades like a mirage in the desert.

    -----

    A splitting headache like the worst brain freeze ever causes me to groan and roll right out of bed.

    "Kurt? What''s wrong?!"

    Lacy scampers over to my side of the bed and looks down at me on the floor.

    Massaging my temples with my wrists, "Dream Eater, or so he said."

    She bolts out of the bed and pulls me into the bathroom. She turns on the shower and guides me in, not minding my boxers still on.

    "Holy Shit!" Hot, Waaay too hot!

    "Just keep your head in there." She''s rubbing the back of my head, "Dream Eater on humans can cause nerve damage and temporary paralysis."

    "Kurt, what hit you with Dream Eater? The tunnel ghost?"

    Bingo, "Ya, a Dusknior or so he said. Popped in to say hello, claimed that because I passed by his boss decided he''d been there long enough and let him go?"

    I can''t see her while I''m face down in the shower but I hear her scoff, "How casual¡­ you know there once was a group that tried to unseat the mythics from their high throne. Didn''t go well for anyone. How do you feel?"

    The shaking has stopped, "Just a bit exhausted, like a bad night of sleep."

    "Let me see your eyes." She pats my back.

    Stretching my back, I turn and face her. She pulls a pen light from the vanity drawer and shines it in each of my eyes.

    "Pupils are even, just a bit of red...Seems it really didn''t mean any harm." She sighs and sits on the toilet seat.

    I plop down on the bath edge, "Well it''s gone now. Guess that means folks will stop disappearing in the tunnel."

    Her hand clenches, "It''s because of things like that I never participated in the league. Folks like my old neighbor Riley just going missing. No one even spends too much time looking. Especially here, once a month someone thinks it''s so easy to fetch a dragon egg only to show up on my father''s doorstep sliced up from head to toe."

    "Hey," brushing her copper hair aside, "I''m right here, I''m not going anywhere¡­ and I think you could use a vacation."

    She huffs, "Oh yeah? Alola was it? Why are you grinning?!"

    "Ha!" I pull her all the way into the warm shower, "Just imagining you in a two piece bathing suit on the beach."

    Water pours down her shoulders, soaking into her black lace bra.

    Pouting she flicks me right in the d??k!

    "Ow!"

    "My hair was going to be perfect today!" then she collapses into my embrace, "You''re a jerk only giving me a week to try and get a beach bod as well."

    My hands wander down her abs, "I think I''ll be fighting off other guys enough as is."

    "Oh? Gonna claim your property is it?" Her nails claw at my back a bit and she gasps when my fingers reach their destination.

    Needless to say this ended up being the second day in a row with a late start.

    -----

    Noami had found a creamsicle from somewhere and was watching the irate Jane pacing in the living room when we came down.

    "Finally," Jane rushes over, "How can you sleep in when we are getting new pokemon today?!"

    Lacy swats her with a magazine, "I was fixing my hair, now let''s get going."

    The landmark lab is at the north end of town. It''s over a dozen floors of white brick in gothic architecture casting shade over a large, fenced area. Between the large and odd trees I can see what looks like a yellow, triceratops-ish dinosaur munching on a mossy rock. A Bastiodon according to my dex app.

    Inside a young receptionist gal greets us from behind a front desk, "Good morning and welcome to Devon, how can I help you?"

    Noami steps up, "My friends would like to exchange their fossils."

    "Ah, Miss Wattson, of course, just head down that hall there please." She points to a large hall in which hangs an Aerodactyl skeleton.

    Similar to the breeder ranch, this hallway is lined with glass windows looking out into varied pokemon enclosures. There are many I''m already familiar with such as Oddish, and some new breeds like this odd green penguin, a Xatu.

    "I''m in Jurassic Park!"

    At least my Dex said Tyrantrum only grow up to ten feet when I looked up Alloy''s Tyrunt.

    A secondary high ceilinged lobby has a large circular desk that looks over the surrounding exhibits while housing a tower of science fiction level machinery. Several lab coated individuals are studying monitors and print outs. Some are in the oddly nostalgic process of cutting up food and tossing it into a row of buckets.

    One of the few men steps out from the work area and greets us, "Hello there folks, Lacy, what can we do for you today. Kelly is still resting at home but she wanted me to thank you again if I saw you Doc."

    Lacy scowls, "Robert, It''s certainly nice to meet over fossil stuff instead of your wife''s bloody leg."

    "Ha..ha, um ya." he nods awkwardly, "So, fossils is it, what do you have for us?"

    Jane hops over and hands him her amber sample while I place my shell fragment on the counter.

    I can''t help but chuckle, "Let''s let her go first before she breaks something or someone in excitement."

    Rob takes the amber sample and places it in a glass container hooked up to a computer, "Let''s see¡­ Yup, we have a very good trace of Aerodactyl DNA." He looks back at us, "What would you like to do with this today? Egg synthesis or equivalent adoption, mind we don''t do hybrid tests here. The board ruled that as unethical and we of this lab tend to agree."

    Jane looks to Naomi who gestures towards one of the branching halls, "The sample wasn''t anything special, just good quality. Let''s look at the healthy young pokemon."

    Our guide breathes a sigh of relief, "Fantastic, we''re all happy for these pokemon to find good homes over any other option. So, let''s visit the Grand Stone Aviary!"

    Now, there was a lot I imagined we''d see today as far as science labs might include.

    What I didn''t expect, was a several stories tall indoor habitat the size of a football field with covered walkways snaking between towering rock pillars amongst a mostly water floor with a few small islands.. Car sized nests can be spotted along the rock pillars from which fly winged dinosaurs with jaws that could swallow the family dog whole.

 Chapter 42 - Totally Not Jurassic Park

    Ripping past us with a stream of tail wind, a young Aerodactyl barrel rolls away before taking a neck breaking bank around one of the stone pillars.

    "Damn, are they all that fast?" No way Shak can move like that.

    Naomi fixes her wind blown hair, "I highly doubt it."

    Rob just chuckles and points as three more race by us followed by a somewhat larger one that''s flapping hard just to keep up.

    He chuckles, "Well introductions are out of the way, those five are the ones at a proper age to join a trainer on a journey."

    Suddenly the entire catwalk shakes and the sound of claws on metal come from behind us. A fully grown dino bird is perched above us. It lowers its head to the side of the fenced in walkway and gives each of us a look over.

    Our guide gives it a wave, "This girl is the alpha female of the aviary, meet Titania. She''s also the adoptive mother of those five. We try not to have more than three clutches in here otherwise there''s not enough room to fly around."

    *Aerooo!* Titania gives Rob a cheerful squawk before taking off after her kids, causing the path to shake again.

    Jane is practically hopping, "She must be taller than Kurt!"

    Easily, and Rob confirms, "Six foot five, ''bout as big as they...normally get."

    Cause that doesn''t sound incriminating at all, "I take it you''ve seen bigger?"

    Pervert.

    Robert didn''t catch that, "In some labs they''ve done limit tests on the genomes connected to overall size. The biggest was over double Tina here at 14 feet tall, had a wingspan just over 30 feet. Unfortunately such drastic variation resulted in the poor guy only living to about ten years old before the tendons in his wings just gave out."

    Sounds about right, "What about the smallest?"

    He grimaces, "Multiple organ failures in each specimen. Heart too big, kidney underdeveloped, hernias, you name it. That''s why we stick as close as possible to a size based on the average complete fossils discovered. Across all species for that matter, we don''t wanna be like the lab in Kalos."

    Naomi nods and explains for me, "Last year there was a big scandal at the largest fossil lab in the world. Champion Bonnie arrested several of the scientists who were doing under the table projects for private collectors."

    I can''t help a chuckle, "So my dream of a hundred foot tall Carracosta is a no go?"

    RIP adventures with Godzilla.

    The scientist smirks, "Well, maybe not that tall but ours are above average." He continues before I can point out the contradiction. "You see we plug the genetic gaps with samples of similar modern pokemon, all in the hopes of the most healthy specimens."

    Oh come on, at least be original, "Let me guess, Blastoise?"

    "Correct, and for this latest batch of Aerodactyls we used Noivern DNA samples."

    Looking as best we can as the flock streaks by once more, a couple do have odd markings.

    Jane points at one of the three in the middle of the pack, "Does that one have feathers?!"

    It''s too far to see now but Rob nervously chuckles, "ya¡­ he picked up whatever gene causes Noivern to grow large manes, so feathers."

    Lacy hums, "sounds a bit close to that hybrid line you mentioned."

    I''m beginning to suspect she really doesn''t like this place.

    "Fortunately our data records provide proof we didn''t even get close to the 10% policy. Still," he eyeballs them diving after some meat that was just thrown in from a platform across the water. "I''d prefer he was taken into a team before the quarterly inspection."

    Jane''s Bossy persona kicks in, "call him over."

    Rob sputters, "they aren''t trained. It''s not like I can just,"

    She points and yells, "Hey! You with the feathers, get over here!"

    Two fly over here while the others try to get more food.

    The first is the maned fella, grey body with flecks of black in the feathers. Second one is slightly smaller with a charming plume at the crown of its head.

    They''re only about two feet tall, hatchings b?r?ly over a month old.

    I turn to Rob, "yall ever submit these to the lab for rookie day?"

    "No, they''re too,"

    The smaller one with the purple plume lands first in the catwalk and preens as if to declare itself here to save the day.

    "Haaa, Wild?"

    Lacy snickers while Jane gives this one a flat look, "you''re cute but I''m here for him."

    It visibly deflates and moves to step in front of the other hatchling just stumbling through the protective wires on the walkway.

    Seeing it''s sibling interfere, he puffs up and flares his still growing mane while growling.

    The plumed shorty flinches and moves aside before scrambling out of the path.

    "I like him," Jane squats down and looks him in the eyes, "wanna go on an adventure tough guy?"

    The scaled lips turn up in a smirk as it gives an excited, "Daak!" and beats his wings once.

    Jane laughs, "alright go say your goodbyes then!"

    He flies off while the despondent Rob mutters, "they always listen better to trainers."

    Well let''s get some other questions out of the way, "So what else have you tried? Seems like plenty of time has gone by to nail down a recipe."

    Shrugging, "I can see how you''d expect that. We''ve tried just piecing together pure Aerodactyl but something about their biology doesn''t mix well with modern times, they all developed autoimmune problems."

    Titania swoops by once more getting another wave from the researcher, "She''s been a great pillar for the program, we used Garchomp sampling."

    "She''s completely bipolar," Lacy cuts in with a frown, "About every other month your lab sends me someone who''s limb is b?r?ly attached or completely severed." Dialing back her tone, "How is Frank by the way?"

    "He''s regained most of his movement, still won''t be seeing him in the weight room." He straightens his back, "But after last years fiasco with the Charizard variants we''ve determined that dragon typing is the best avenue for a healthy clutch."

    "So no fire breathing options?"

    His dark look might make a toddler cry, "It''s heartbreaking having to euthanize an entire clutch of baby pokemon¡­ Charizard have an extremely complicated system of internal heat regulation, Aerodactyl don''t."

    I raise my hands, "Hey I can only imagine. Let''s take this party to the turtles huh? Jane can hang out here and get better acquainted with¡­ What ya naming him kid?"

    Jane folds her arms while watching the pups fly about, "Manes are for alpha pokemon, I need something regal and aggressive."

    "Ares," I mean it fits, "Hot tempered... warlord from history back home," ish, "Wore a big feathery helmet."

    She grins, "I like it, Ares it is!"

    As we exit I look around once more at the habitat. It''s strange, I can tell the pillars are real stone, the plants too. The other enclosures as well, nothing in here is molded plaster or similar. It''s all made out of natural materials or metal.

    "So Kurt, will you be adopting as well?" Rob asks after getting a thumbs up from one of his colleges checking my shell fossil.

    "Sure, show me what you''ve got." This is just like buying a pet back home, they always said adopt instead of buying from a breeder¡­ Except I work with the top breeder in the region.

    Okay let''s not overthink this.

    The Tirtouga and Carracosta exhibit is less grand than the aviary but no less interesting from my perspective. As we walk through an aquarium tunnel surrounded by large kelp species I can''t help but think this must be open to the public.

    "You get a lot of visitors?"

    "Of course," Rob gets a bit of pep in his step, the pride radiating from him, "Fundraising events, school trips, and to a limited extent the general public. We have open house hours on the weekends when we also have more part time staff on hand."

    Beyond the glass I see a Tentacool swim by, Staryu, Qwilfish, and these sea urchin pokemon called Pincurchin and Pyukumuku. There''s even this massive sea anemone called a Toxapex that shrinks down as a blue hulk of a sea turtle glides over it, the Carracosta.

    It''s an impressive diversity, "lots of painful pokemon in there, are they all from fossils?"

    Robert the Science Guy is ready to school me, "Some, to you first point however, Carracosta are predators. It''s not good for their mental wellness to be the only species in the habitat but the other residents need to be capable of defense."

    He points towards the Toxapex, "She''s from the fossil program on exchange from Alola, part of studying how ancient species interacted and how they interact with modern species."

    We take a ramp out of the tunnel and enter a beach inside the enclosure where we find an older woman on a beach chair in a bathing suit that really should hide more of someone her age. On a chair next to her is a blue sea bird¡­ a Cramorant.

    Lacy gives a loud hum, "I see you''ve expanded the number of ancient species on display."

    Down the beach a Tirtouga is tussling with another turtle, Chewtle, but every one is looking at my girlfriend wondering, ''what the hell?''

    The older woman doesn''t look up from her book, "Good morning Doctor Cutter, sharp as always."

    Rob coughs, "Kurt this is Doctor Hudson, she''s one of our... higher ranked, staff members."

    Lacy gives a dark laugh, "He was going to say Senior. Isn''t that right, Shelly? I see you''re an injured coworker shy of your usual productivity."

    Shelly sighs and places a bookmark, "I was just getting to the steamy bit." Her Cramorant squawks, "I''ll read it to you later Aqua."

    Our peacekeeper steps in, hesitantly, "Doctor Hudson, Kurt here will be adopting a Tirtouga."

    Now she sits up, while taking a moment to check her own tan, "That''s good news, not many trainers choose these bullies."

    He gives a nervous laugh, "They are a tad snippy but I wouldn''t call them bullies."

    Finally she looks at me, "No tauros shitting, the young ones bite anything in reach and the older they get the more stubborn they become. Especially our Big Momma. So, still want one?"

    Guess I''ll buy a chew toy, "It''s just what I need for my team, and I''m fine if it''s on the aggressive end."

    Blue eyes stare me down before she turns to Rob, "Let''s get one of the older ones out of here, better they go to a ???ky ?du?t than some kid with their head in the clouds."

    Hold on, "How old? Yall never did mention how well your Carracosta program is performing aside saying they''re tall."

    This puts a smirk on the gal, "Why Robbie, you usually don''t fail to brag. We''re the best coastal pokemon facility outside of Alola, especially these blue brutes. They''ll outlive you, young man."

    "Maim," ol'' Robbie tries to cut in but she keeps going on her defensive rant.

    "Did he tell you it was just Blastoise sampling? Or was he at least semi honest and say we also use several sequences from Drednaw as well?"

    Naomi finally has something to say, "Doctor Hudson, it sounds to me like you''re about to reveal corporate secrets, that I''m certain falls under whatever NDA you signed. Which would likely¡­ um."

    Shelly stares at the Wattson heiress, "I recognize you, you''re the old man''s granddaughter." then the mocking tone arrives, "Little Wattson Princess on the news every other week."

    Lacy steps in front of Naomi, "Enough you human Tentacruel. Arceus, that''s probably an insult to Tentacruels."

    Well, didn''t think I''d meet a bikini clad sea witch today, "Regardless of personal histories or sentiments. Your professional guarantee is that you have a pokemon for me that won''t kick the bucket from some genetic malformation?"

    And for the first time, the hag looks actually well and truly offended, "Absolutely, my little snappers are all future eternal rulers of the battlefield. That''s a guarantee with a capital G."

    With that she pulls a whistle from her bikini top and gives it a blow.

    Splashes from the surf reveal four Tirtouga and the one Carracosta, the other Tirtouga that was battling on the beach shuffles over. Each of them is near the size of a military duffle bag.

    The Carracosta however, now standing face to face¡­ is just as tall as me. Which considering the dex put the average at four feet, she''s a big girl.

    A couple of the turtles immediately begin squaring off with each other. The last one shuffling over decided better I guess and turned back around. Another is attempting to bite Big Momma''s tail. While the last is posing proudly beside the mother, trying to lift its front up to stand bipedal like her.

    I point at the proud one, "Boy or girl?"

    Doctor Shelly rolls her eyes, "The best are always female."

    Okay lady, "If you say so," squatting in front of the turtle, "So, do you want to get out of this kiddy pool and see the real ocean? Show people what you''ve got?"

    She gives me the side eye and begins to turn away but the Big Momma stomps her foot.

    Leaning down she lets out a long and deep growl, "Cahrrrrrrraa."

    I don''t move, it''s intimidating sure, but more than anything I''m curious of just how intelligent these things are sometimes. She then reaches with her massive arm and shoves the young one towards me with an authoritative, "Costa."

    There''s a shadow of pouting, but the Tirtouga raises her head and sits before me.

    "Welcome to the party girl, your new name is Zilla."

 Chapter 43 - Powerful Lineage

    The blue turtle tilts her head at the name ''Zilla'' but otherwise doesn''t seem to protest. In fact she turns expectantly towards Robert and gives a haughty, "Touga!"

    "Ah, on it! You''ll be needing a ball for her Kurt, I''ll go fetch her''s." and with that he trots over to what looks like a well hidden maintenance shed.

    Shelly quietly whispers my direction, "I saw your little princess on the news say your team is heading to Alola soon?"

    Naomi has little care for subtlety as she steps back from behind Lacy, "What of it?"

    "More importantly," Lacy''s eyes narrow, "Why are you whispering?"

    The elder researcher smirks, "I have an old experiment still residing at the Alola fossil lab. When you visit, show them lil miss Zilla and ask to see Project T. That should prove how valuable my work is." She turns to Lacy, "And why the league can''t risk letting me go."

    Robert jogs back over, "Here you go Kurt! Zilla''s ball is a work of art from Devon''s Pokeball department."

    It has a sand textured, beige underside while the top looks like a polished, miniature Tirtouga shell.

    He pulls out his phone, "Link it with this app and not only does this limited edition Fossil Ball look great, but it actively monitors the health of your fossil pokemon and immediately gives you a heads up if she develops any irregularities."

    I can''t help but look towards the gal out early for allegedly good behavior, "Even intentional ones?"

    "You wound me sir," Her hand raises to her br??st as she deadpans, "I am a reformed citizen, bla bla bla and stuff."

    Lacy rolls her eyes, "Let''s get back to Janey, let the murderous hag get back to her tanning appointment."

    Well, I''ll have to bring that up with Cindy''s cousin, the lovely police chief, next time we get lunch. This woman just radiates problems.

    I look back to my new pokemon, "Well Zilla, let''s go meet everyone else." I click her ball and once she''s safely inside, "You''re my problem now."

    Jane happily shows off her own Fossil Ball. It is covered in a purple and grey synthetic leather. We both agree we can''t possibly leave without seeing the Tyrantrum habitat. Common it''s a freakin ''Trex!

    The exhibit isn''t quite as large as I expected, only a soccer field or so in a ridiculously tall greenhouse. Furthermore the first Pokemon we find is definitely not what I expected.

    The patch of dirt viewing area is surrounded by hundred foot jungle trees from which a green lizard, easily my height, drops down. It stalks along the tree line while fanning a tail that looks like a green fern plant.

    I pull up dexa, "Mega Sceptile, agile beyond comparison, these tall reptiles defend their forests with bladed leaf like growths on their arms and tail."

    Lacy nudges me with her elbow, "We haven''t talked about your dex app''s voice yet have we?"

    Rob doesn''t mind any of this as he goes into tour guide mode, "Our Tyrunt project the last two decades has centered around our findings after experimenting with ancient Sceptile samples which are common in Hoenn."

    He points as several curious Tyrunts race out of the thick jungle foliage. Each one fairly skinny but exceptionally fast, just like Vermilya''s Tyrunt in the Mosh.

    "Mega Sceptile and Tyrantrum," he goes on while waving at the Sceptile, "Are both Dragon type Pokemon. This has also furthered our theory that the ancient strength found in dragon bloodlines will allow the best results for developing healthy and strong fossil pokemon."

    I hold up my new ball with Zilla, "Not for every example though, right?"

    Chuckling the scientist dismissively waves his hand, "Well we have all kinds of theories about ancient pokemon. This one just seems to hold the most true for us."

    One of the Tyrunts comes up and wines for scritches which Jane obliges, all under the careful watch of the Sceptile. I can see a scale pattern like tree bark on the little guy.

    "The Pokemon League has officially recognized this program as a success. They fall under the category of a regional variant. Our Tyrunts have the chance of developing the ability Chlorophyll and adapting certain grass moves like wood hammer, trop kick, or even Synthesis."

    Well that''s fine and all, "What is it about their health that got you the green light to go this far?"

    He frowns a bit, but screw him, this is all so ethically off putting to me.

    "They have the same estimated life expectancy as Sceptile lines. No genetic malformations or deficiencies have shown up, and no guardian of Arceus has shown up to strike us down. Every step was above board and with league approval."

    I really don''t have anything else to say on that. But looking around, "So no Tyrantrums currently?"

    "Just one," his confidence returns, "He''s on Miss Zinnia''s team however. She''ll be fielding him for the Conference this year!"

    "Well I''ll look forward to it," mulling this all over along with Shelly''s comment, "Do the other regional labs have approved hybrids like this?"

    He hesitates before looking at Naomi and shrugging, "Kanto has developed an interesting Scyther and Kabutops hybrid. Sinnoh has Rampardos and Haxorus in collaboration with our own studies. Same for Galar''s newer Armaldo and Duraludon experiment. Finally Unova had¡­ a failure."

    "That''s putting it lightly," Naomi laughs, "Even in school we covered it as a textbook example of why meddling with such powerful pokemon is utter foolishness."

    Rob just nods, "Their approved program was Archops spliced with Braviary."

    Lacy pipes up, "Which was perfectly fine if you ask me."

    "However," he sighs and looks at his own creations, "That''s not a dragon. When Team Plasma was shut down, much of their material was turned over to the lab for processing. Some of the fossil team got their hands on Reshiram samples. They figured they could one up us or something."

    See, this just screams movie material, "Let me guess, super powerful pokemon breaks loose?"

    "Exactly, in fact it''s still unaccounted for." We start making for the exit, "Actually, the remaining team there moved on to Garchomp sampling which has been very promising so far."

    We pass an exhibit with Cradily, "What about those, any fancy dragon splicing with them?"

    He shudders, "Yes, Alola is working with Alolan Exeggutor samples after the Toxapex experiments didn''t pan out. Truly the Dragon variable seems key."

    Honestly this bit of behind the scenes info, no doubt thanks to Naomi''s social status, has soured my mood for the whole lab adventure. Thankfully we''re on our way out.

    Oh it''s interesting for sure, and I can see the draw from the standpoint of the scientific community. Hell, it seems the labs that take it too far are practically shooting themselves in the foot.

    Perhaps it just hasn''t reached the stage that requires good old Arceus to step in. Those speedy little Tyrunts certainly looked happy. Plus, with what Jack said about life spans it may be simply too early to give a verdict as long as they''re healthy and well cared for.

    I guess in my head it''s akin to someone forcing a peacock to mate with a turkey just for fun. Afterwards, maybe the offspring live longer than a week, they''d be sterile too. Buuuut I''m definitely oversimplifying this. Over thinking it too.

    Lacy apparently agrees as she wraps her hand in mine once we''re at the jeep, "You girls hop up front, have you learned to drive Janey?"

    The girl visibly gulps, "They had a course in the pen actually. Part of their offerings to help us get jobs¡­ It''s been a few months."

    Naomi hops a bit, "I''ll help, I was practicing on a private lot in the parking zones back home!"

    Wow, so reassuring¡­

    "I don''t mind driving," I start but get pulled to the back seat by my girl.

    Jane ends up needing a bit of coaching specific to the jeep but actually handles herself just fine. She won''t go faster than five under the speed limit, which I''m fine with considering her lack of experience.

    The gorgeous woman resting her head on my shoulder looks up into my wandering eyes, "I see your spirit isn''t completely lowered," she teases while trailing her hand up my th??h, "Really though, you seemed bothered by the lab. I know I don''t like their utter disregard for employee safety."

    Sure babe, let''s have a serious conversation while you rile my blood up in the car with other people, "Good thing we need to swing by the house for our pokemon. Anyway, I''m not sure what to think of all that talk of experiments. It all came across as incredibly too cavalier."

    "The official league statement on the matter," her hand moves back to my arm, "Is that such experiments, done with proper care and due diligence, are simply an accelerated recreation of the natural process by which pokemon may change over time to adapt to new environments."

    Evolution, in the actual definition.

    As we turn the corner to Lacy''s house she sits up, "Looks like my dad is visiting¡­ Kurt, what''s that box?"

    Sure enough there is a 6x6 foot, thin box on the front porch and leaning against it is Old Man Cutter. Jeans and green plaid shirt that doesn''t hide his old man muscles, short yet sharp white beard, with equally short grey hair.

    His Scyther is putting about the front yard checking the hedges like it does every time she visits. A single branch growing beyond design will know the swiftness of the five foot, bug pokemon''s blade.

    I once asked the old man why his pokemon never evolved, she said it was perfectly happy the way she was. Then I learned the bug''s OCD for landscaping and understood.

    Jane carefully parks besides my future in-law''s truck and we all hop out.

    Giving Franklin Cutter a solid handshake, "What ya out here for?"

    "Hrmf," he gives me a stern eye but cracks a smile, "Well lad, I suspect the big bat in there is under strict orders to protect them eggs. Also, the thing farted when it growled so all the more reason to wait outside."

    Ah, introductions seem in order, "So Frank, meet my teammates Jane and Noami."

    The girls wave and he gives polite enough nod, "Seen you lasses on the broadcasts. Nice brutes ya got there Jane, but don''t forget about speed."

    Jane raises her new pokeball, "Already on it Mr. Cutter!"

    With a flash of light, Ares the pup Aerodactyl appears and begins to swoop about the front yard.

    Frank looks at Naomi, "Nice to meet another Wattson, you know I had a fair few battles with your father back in our day."

    She gives a polite smile, "I''m sure father misses those days during every board meeting."

    I never did get time to visit the senior Cutters ranch and see his full retired team, "We need to visit your place this week Old Man. I''d like to see how you''ve built a home for your team."

    He nudges the box, "This something along those lines?"

    Pulling out the only pokemon I brought with me this morning, "Come on out Blue, I got you something. Olive, would you like to help us pick a place to set this up in the backyard?"

    The Scyther ambles over and with a delicate slice, opens the side of the box. A children''s sandbox is revealed to the overwhelming glee of my Phantump.

    Lacy opens her front door only to immediately shut it again, "Arceus Kurt, the bat can''t stay inside if he''s going to fumigate the entire house."

    Peeking inside, and it does reek of a big blue monster''s farts, I see Shak curled up in the corner with mine and Naomi''s eggs. He''s looking at us to make sure it''s us while my Joltik is napping on his back.

    "Good job bud, let''s head out back." In a flash of light he''s back in his ball which causes Tesla to jolt awake with a startled chirp as she drops to the floor.. "Wake up time girl, you''ve got new teammates to meet."

 Chapter 44 - Off the Beaten Path

    Well plans change. We spend the afternoon and evening having a relaxing time at the house. Frank helped me ?ssemble the sandbox set while the girls did some online swimsuit shopping.

    Our pokemon got some free range time in the backyard. The Doc doesn''t have a ton of space mind, we are in what you could call downtown Rustburo. Still, there''s a nice pergola covered sitting area. Small plants and a vine covered fence surround a grassy area just large enough for Jane''s Onix to lay out for some afternoon sun. Some of the pokemon hop in the branches of Lacy''s flowering tree while the rest socialize or in Blue''s case, play construction foreman.

    Our new fossils thought they were hot stuff right up until the Onix and mammoth Golbat appeared. The bat in question is doing his best snorlax impression, sleeping in the shade of the tree. Jane''s Venipede initially looked left out but she patted her ??p and now it''s happily getting some one on one time, shell polishing.

    Naomi''s Mienfoo seems to be on self imposed egg duty, ready to jump kick each time the Aerodactyl pup flies close.

    Zilla the Tirtouga seems to be trying to challenge Crooky the Sandile to a battle, but there just isn''t the space and we''re aiming for a relaxing evening.

    Floette and Joltik take in the lovely evening breeze from the high branches while chittering away in their own strange way.

    It''s peaceful, in a way I definitely didn''t expect to find amidst a pokemon journey. I''m still eagerly awaiting what exciting adventure and scenery we''ll visit next, but this is nice too.

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    Cut to the following morning, a late start apparently has consequences.

    "Naomi, what am I looking at?"

    The princess scowls at legit traffic crowding the road as we walk from Lacy''s house to the trailhead for Meteor falls.

    "Well, we headed out quickly but after the first mosh, trainers often get fired up and flock to areas rumored to have powerful pokemon¡­ I forgot."

    Like a national park on a holiday weekend, a line of cars jams the road. From the tunnel clear through town and up the hill towards the north mountains where the falls are located.

    "I thought it was mostly kids that go on journeys?"

    Jane snorts, "Everyone wants a dragon Kurt, especially the weekend of the opening mosh. Really it is the single worst weekend to come here."

    The sight doesn''t get any more encouraging once we reach the actual preserve. And it is a preserve, signs posted and everything. A big sign over the dusty parking lot entrance, ''Welcome to Meteor Falls, Home of Dragons!''

    It almost seems too much a hassle to try and come here today but, the breeder commission for a female Bagon was specifically ASAP, and I don''t want Naomi to miss out on her Swablu goal because they all got caught.

    "Um," turning to my teen partners in potential misdemeanors, "I don''t suppose there is a less public option?"

    Noami shrugs but Jane pounds her fist, "I heard that there are some amazing spots along the coastal side of the mountain."

    "That some Juvi gossip or do you have a solid source?"

    She hits my shoulder, "They ain''t a bunch of liars Kurt, but Aunt Lucy also mentioned it at some point I think."

    As most folks here seem too busy unloading their jeeps or headed for the trail start among the big pines. The couple fellas in ranger uniforms are busy directing the parking. So no one notices us hop the wooden fence and head west towards the coast. I know from the map that we''re a couple miles from the coast and another few to the western cliffs.

    Also, based on the ridiculous article in the dex app complete with pictures, more cliffs mean higher chance of finding Bagon. Really what in the name of Darwin inspires an entire species to dive off cliffs in hope of learning to fly without wings. Only to evolve them out of pure force of will!?

    Morning sunlight means my bat is riding the bench until we find some caves but my Phantump has no problem scouting ahead along with the Aerodactyl Ares. While Blue does scrounge up a valuable berry or twenty, it''s Ares that wins a prize when he herds a small flock of Swablu right towards us!

    The pigeon sized birds have no hope of out speeding our little terror so they fly right into the eager trap of Naomi''s Floette and Mienfoo.

    "Just like we planned, Go!" Naomi lets Mienfoo hop from her shoulder to a low branch and then ride Floette''s Fairy Wind to reach the height to drop kick one of the Swablu just as they pass us.

    "Swa!" Cries the poor avian as it plummets.

    Naomi dashes to catch her falling ninja weasel while shouting, "Delphi, Trap it with Leaf Tornado!"

    Her little flower fairy salutes before conjuring the smallest twister of leaves and pine needles from the forest floor.

    I guess she picked up a TM for it back home.

    Swablu tries to stabilize despite the battering but it seems out maneuvered. Ares chases off any help from it''s flock while Mienfoo bounces from Naomi''s arms into what looks like a stuffed animal version of a superman punch.

    Which misses spectacularly as the little miss gets caught in the whirlwind of foliage.

    "No, Froosh!" Watts checks her panic, "Reversal Froosh!"

    Round two superman punch lands on the still trapped Swablu causing it to slam into a tree trunk before hitting the dirt.

    Naomi tosses a glimmering blue and white pokeball, with a flash of light it encapsulates the unconscious bird. It pings immediately and Naomi wastes no time in scooping it up with all the fanfare of an excited teen girl.

    Froosh the Mienfoo and Delphi the Floette give each other tiny high-fives before Watts scoops them up in a little twirly dance.

    Jane cheers as well, "Awesome work Ares! Nice catch Naomi!"

    The Aerodactyl seems proud as can be while the princess in red throws up a victory sign.

    "Those were some fun combos," I step closer past the shrubbery, "What was that ball?"

    She reveals a ball with a sky blue underside, the top is a swirl of white pearl scales resembling clouds. Mounted in the center where the bu??on is, a brilliant pink gemstone with shards of blue and white inside.

    "That what I think it is?" I ask while pointing.

    "Haha!" She couldn''t stop smiling right now if she tried, "That''s right, I''ve been waiting for this. I had this ready and waiting at the Devon Corp building. I might have made a few rough trades to get my hands on a piece of Altarianite, but it''ll be worth it come the conference when I show off my Mega Altaria!"

    "That''s only nine months away you know." Tough as I try to sound, I''m still impressed. She really has been planning stuff out.

    "Six months," Jane counters, "With a top quality stone, six months is enough to break past the normal and enter the Mega classification."

    Well I''ll trust the niece of the Pike Queen on this.

    "Whelp," I look up and see the sun approaching noon, "Let''s try to reach the water and break for lunch."

    Another half hour of trekking through progressively thicker underbrush of ferns and ivy, and finally we spot a break in the dense woods. A passing gust brings the heartwarming smell of saltwater. I can even hear a distant Wingul call.

    It takes another twenty minutes of carefully following the cliffs which the forest abruptly ends with before we find a grassy clearing ahead of a rocky outcrop that connects to the looming mountain cliffs.

    Blue finds traces of Bagon impacts in the soft grass and dirt but we don''t spot any.

    Naomi opens her CloudBall and starts spraying the shivering bird with a Super Potion while softly cooing, "It''s okay little Nimbus. I''m going to make you the most eligible bachelor in all Hoenn!"

    Now that I get a good look at the thing, I guess it could pass as a young peacock type of bird. The cloud-like features are actually super fine and fluffy white feathers. Apparently it is a He, and each time another of our pokemon approaches him he ducks his head under the cloud fluff of his wings. I don''t think a basketball''s worth of cotton is much of a natural disguise there buddy.

    Slowly he seems to warm up to Naomi''s apologies and ?ssurances. Lunch passes by uninterrupted save for the occasional chilly gust of wind up the sea cliffs. Honestly, the whole time I was slightly on edge expecting one of these crazy dragon pups to come landing head first right on my sandwich.

    The coast itself is beautiful. Spires of rock spot the tidal zone, each covered in ocean plant life and kelp at it''s base that transitions to ferns and small trees as you go up and...wait-

    "Anyone else see what I see? The spire at my two o''clock."

    I pull up my binoculars from my pack and sure enough, a blue dragon is sunning itself on top of the rock. Dexa links with my specs to give me some details.

    Ping, "Druddigon, carnivorous and violent, these dragons are among the most difficult to train and are best avoided if found in the wild. Recent studies of variants have shown that they may have been dual type grass historically but now predominantly live in caves. They still surface in order to warm their bodies in the sun using their leaf like wings."

    Ping, "Trainer Id detected."

    Uh?

    Looking down my app shows a profile pic of a young man and looking back through the binoculars I can just spot a guy climbing onto the back of the spiny blue dragon.

    Jane squeals, "Holy Arceus look over there!"

    Panning over to where she''s pointing, further north along the coast I can spot another large dragon on approach.

    Ping, "Mega Dragonite," Excuse me!? "This is the only recorded specimen belonging to Dragon Master Lance. His powerful breath attacks and claws have repeatedly held back the full wrath of rampaging guardian class pokemon."

    By my guess the big boy is probably close to Jane''s Onix from head to tail, the aquamarine wingspan alone must be near twenty feet.

    As the Dragonite banks around the spire with the Druddigon I spot the wild red mane of the Dragonite''s rider.

    "That must be Lance then."

    "No way!" Jane is practically hopping in place, "Give me those specs old man!"

    "Easy fan girl," I pass them over while watching the Druddigon glide off from one spire to the next, leading Lance''s Dragonite towards the cliffs north of us and then out of sight. Glancing at the chill Naomi, "You met him before?"

    She actually pouts a bit, "He visited once to meet gramp''s Zapdos. Adult stuff or so they say, he pat my head like I was a Poochyena."

    Our mascot red haired rebel is in full ''teen girl meets boy band'' mode, "That''s not just a World Champion guys, he won the crown!"

    "Crown?" since when is there royalty?

    Watts with the info, "We have the World Championship for pros, and then there is the Coronation Series hosted by Galar. A tournament every five years for only the absolute Master class trainers, each region can only nominate one entrant."

    She pauses to stare off where they flew, "I bet he''s visiting the hidden village. That other trainer has been seen with Zinnia a few times."

    Cool, "I suppose that not a place we can check out?"

    Jane has my answer this time, "Nah, invite only. My aunt was given the honor once her Gyarados officially hit Mega."

    "Darn," I stretch while Jane puts the binoculars away. "Let''s get back to hunting Bago-"

    *THUMP*

    Buried head first in the dirt just behind us is a knee high blue lizard. Its hind legs and stub of a tail kick about trying to shake itself free.

    Ping, "Bagon, their dream of soaring in the sky lead them to jump off cliffs as a form of stress relief."

    It finally relaxes the flailing and plants its feet and begins to shove against the ground.

    Dexa''s scan indicates that this is a female¡­

    The poor girl b?r?ly pops free and falls to her but when my pokeball clocks it from the side.

    ""Kurt!"" the girls protest.

    My Great Ball shakes twice before pinging success.

    "Well, that''s one commission done!" I strike my own dumb victory pose like Noami did earlier.

    Jane and Watts scowl at me.

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 Chapter 45 - Professionals

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    While the girls glower I text the ranch about the catch. I can''t help but wonder how I have signal clear out here in the woods with legit cliffs between us and any town, "What does L5P even mean?"

    Naomi raises a brow, "Your phone? It means you''re on a limited access, dedicated five Porygon network. But really Kurt, there''s a proper way to catch Pokemon and that wasn''t it."

    Oh and attacking them out of the blue is any better? I''ll not crush their traditional ideals with the absurd moral implications today but common, they could hop off their high horse.

    "Hey!"

    A young boy with purple hair in a spiky bun is poking his head out from a ledge up the cliff.

    "Did you guys see any Bagon? We were tracking one this way and I think it jumped."

    I call up, "Sorry bud, we caught one a bit ago, probably what you were after."

    The kid''s voice echoes down from whatever cave mouth he''s standing in, "Shit some old guy says he caught it."

    A girl''s voice, "But we found it first!"

    Then a second girl, "Make it him battle you for it Nick, if you wanna move up in the clan a Bagon is the least you can have."

    ''Nick'' waffles, "That, I don''t know Harley, he caught it fair and we never even got in sight of it."

    The rude girl snorts, "The dragon clan aren''t pushovers and if you want to waste time as an outer court disciple another year then don''t expect me to wait up."

    Jane whispers, "Seriously? Do we let this keep going?"

    Nudging her shoulder, "Shush, It''s getting to the good part."

    The first girl''s voice, "I heard Astro caught a Zweilous."

    Oooooohh!

    Nick reappears with a grim expression, "Hey old man! We were after that dragon pokemon first, I challenge you for it!"

    The two girls step to the ledge and come in sight, one has silky straight black hair and the other an elaborate bunch of loops in a bun. All three are in some type of traditional Asian clothes.

    On the one hand, I could crush him probably, everything about this area is to Blue''s advantage. Or we could counter them with a triple battle. I should at least try to be an ?du?t first I guess.

    "You know we could hear everything you three said?"

    Nick cringes while the two girls at least have the decency to look embarrassed.

    Jane opts to act the punk, "Dude you let those girls work you over, it''s kind of pathetic."

    Naomi nods, "Toxic friends aren''t really friends worth keeping."

    "She''s saying ditch the bitches and be a man." Jane folds her arms and stares the boy in the eyes.

    Sheesh, I wasn''t gonna be that harsh on the poor kid.

    Loop hair girl practically growls, "How Dare you! It''s battle time Fiora!"

    "Agreed," the other girl pulls out a pokeball, "Come out Gloria!"

    A Niobat and Goomy appear in front of us as the kids slide and leap down from the ledge.

    Nick just sighs in resignation and clicks his ball, "let''s just get this day over." A Solrock appears in front of him. Even it looks unenthused for this battle.

    Glancing at my team, both girls are fired up and releasing their pokemon.

    "Let''s go Delphi!"

    "Crunch time Crooky!"

    Well, he''s already out here somewhere, "You''re up Blue."

    Miss rude calls first, "Whirlwind!"

    Her noibat starts flying around the clearing flapping heavily to create a strong gust of wind.

    Naomi laughs, "You call that wind? Leaf Tornado!"

    And now there are sharp sticks flying everywhere, "Girls! I think we can do this without the wind thanks!" Aaaand they''re not listening.

    Jane points at the goomy, "Sand attack!"

    Our not so little sand croc starts kicking up dirt. Of Course it''s caught in the wind and even though it hit the little slime, it''s also hitting everyone else.

    The Goomy fires of a water gun in response but that just makes mud fly about.

    Nick blocks the wind with his arm and calls out, "Sunny, use Rock throw!"

    Fist sized stones levitate up and also get caught in the wind on their way towards Naomi''s flower sprite but at this rate they''re just as likely to hit Naomi.

    "Enough is enough!" I step in front of Naomi and catch the rock that was flying for her face, "Blue, grab all of them."

    A child''s giggle eerily fills the clearing even over the wind but suddenly roots burst from the ground to grab the Goomy, a vine whip from a nearby tree and snares the Noibat. A second root stabs towards the Solrock but a small flare of fire burns it away.

    Nick at least has something in his skull, "Use Sunny Day."

    The wind drops along with all the flying debris to reveal six people covered in mud, twigs, and leaves.

    I look at the five kids, "If that is how triple battles normally go I think I''ll pass."

    The black haired girl with the Goomy seems actually distraught about the stains in her yukata while the rude one is untangling a stick from her hair loops. Neither seem concerned about taking responsibility.

    As for the girls I''m responsible for, "You two, we''ll plan around combinations in the future but let''s leave mud twisters as a backup okay."

    They nod while returning their pokemon.

    Back to boy toy, "Nick right?"

    He sheepishly nods.

    "Of the three pokemon I see here, your Solrock is definitely the best trained." I''m not blowing smoke either, the floating sun rock is glimmering in the sunlight and happily floating around it''s trainer.

    The other two are still tied up, their trainers failed to notice and are still fussing about their outfits.

    I point that out to the boy, "You can do better, with girls and pokemon. Now," I show him the Bagon ball, "This is going towards a work commission so I''m not handing it over. It''s a profession, not a fun time hobby or social trend, remember that."

    We leave them in the ruined clearing and start making our way back to town. It''s not exactly a short walk and the silence is annoying.

    So I look at the girls, "Neither of you got hit with the rocks right?"

    Naomi shakes her head while muttering a thanks.

    Jane shows me a tear in her sleeve, "Just a scratch, the leather took most the edge of a sharp branch."

    Our princess pales, "I''m sorry¡­"

    I pat her shoulder, "It can happen, we''re still a new team. We''ve got plenty of time to coordinate better tactics. Honestly it wasn''t even a bad combination, just not the kind of thing for when we''re all in the same small clearing." Looking back at Jane, "So they were a part of the hidden village I''m guessing."

    "Less hidden these days," she confirms while hoping over a fallen log in the path, "once Zinnia became champion here in Hoenn, other regional dragon tribes started sending youths here. Challenging the next big name Dragon Master you know. Now it''s kind of an international dragon clan thing. Very traditional, and super competitive."

    Naomi looks like she''s about to add on but points ahead of us instead.

    We spot the familiar faces of team Alpha Dragon battling what might be that same flock of Swablu.

    Amy''s Flaaffy is sending sparks to ward off the flock while Chet''s Combusken lands a kick against a lone bird.

    I signal to go around.

    A moment passes before we hear the cheers from all three boys.

    Jane grins, "Good for them. Next time we battle they''ll actually have dragons."

    Naomi giggles, "But mine will be better."

    "Okay," I can''t help but smile, "Actually, I have my Skrelp, you gonna catch a dragon Jane?"

    She raises a brow, "I have Ares¡­ Otherwise, do you know who Cynthia is? She''s also a Crown winner, her Mega Garchomp is beyond amazing."

    Huh, "I think I saw that Garchomp can be found here in Hoenn?"

    Naomi adds in while carefully avoiding a prickly looking fern, "A small population can be found in the dunes north of Mauville. An experimental introduction that got loose after the last major eruption of Mt.Chimney."

    "Well I guess we''ll add it to our endless to do list."

    The girls chatted away the rest of the trek, thoroughly distracted from the awful battle earlier... And my non-standard catch.

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    We stop at the pokemon center on the way home where Cindy introduces me to rather intimidating Staraptor. The bird is black and white with a rebellious red plume of feathers on his head.

    Jane looks enamored while I read the letter he flew in with, along with a small courier case. I place the Bagon''s ball inside and give the bird a nod.

    Like a black bolt the four foot bird of prey disappears into the sky. Twenty minutes later while I''m turning the corner to Lacy''s street I receive notification of the package''s safe arrival to the ranch and a deposit in my Poke Account.

    "Coming up on Fifty mil." The total in my account is staggering personally, even if I know the exchange rate means some of those zeros are fluff. Even lemonade costs three digits here.

    Naomi doesn''t pay attention but Jane nearly trips, "How''d that all add up so fast old man?"

    "The boat sale percentage was the majority."

    Now Wattson nods, "There is a very limited supply of large ships built internationally each year."

    Right, if each country has only one small shipyard at best.

    Jane cuts my thoughts off, "You recognize that truck Kurt?"

    In Lacy''s driveway is a white truck, the same sort I saw parked at Birch''s pokemon lab.

    As we get closer a large green turtle head pokes up over the front hedges and watches us approach. The basketball sided face is attached to a neck that gets longer and longer as we get closer until I''m face to shell with a brontosaurus in tortoise form. The opening it''s long neck stretches from looks like a massive lily flower that smells heavenly.

    My dex app pings, "Mega-Meganium, native to Johto, Meganium are the peacekeepers of the subtropical forests. Their breath revitalizes dying plants with a steroid like pheromone."

    Geez, "Everyone has a Mega something don''t they?"

    A brunette woman in jean overalls and a green shirt laughs from the doorway, "Just the best Kurt, It''s nice to finally meet you. I''m Lyra, I work with Professor Elm at the Pokemon Lab in Johto. Professor Birch told us you were part of the cross regional egg project so I''m here to see how yours is doing."

    Jane, ever the pro fan, points, "You''re in the Johto Elite Four! The Sacred Garden Priestess!"

    She pouts, "Ya, that. Anyway your lovely fianc¨¦ was just showing me your team''s Eggs!"

    We enter under the quiet gaze of the long necked, flower tortoise.

    Some equipment is set up in the living room with both eggs resting on pillows. Small suction cups with wires attached run to a ??ptop looking monitor that''s showing two resting heart rates.

    Lacy is in full doctor mode and uniform, applying some gel to what looks like an ultrasound device, "You three are finally back, well, I guess we''ve only been waiting thirty minutes, but the center here in Rustburo doesn''t have an egg monitor this high end!"

    She starts with Naomi''s Ralts egg. On the monitor we can see a black and white image of what looks like a flowering plant bulb.

    Lyra smiles, "She''s perfect and almost ready to come out, tomorrow or the next day in fact!"

    Naomi hops a bit before biting her lip, "Can this tell if she''s the blue variant? Her mother is a shiny."

    I catch the lab gal rolling her eyes but her response is polite as can be, "unfortunately not, there''s no light to expose color. This just allows us to see the shape in high detail and those devices let us listen to the pokemon''s heart, breathing, and detect what type of natural energy the pokemon radiates."

    I chuckle, "So basically everything But color."

    Lacy smiles as she moves on to my egg, "Now for the real experiment."

    We see the image that looks like a balled up anteater, a pangolin from earth. The little armor plates even come to points instead of square like a normal Sandshrew. The little back foot claws twitch at the egg shell.

    Lyra checks the measurements, "A male, four, five days at most till he hatches. Vitals are very strong . The readings show ground and steel type energy.." He lips curl up, "Seems we''re on track for a successful hybrid."

 Chapter 46 - Eggcellent

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    Lyra stayed for dinner, as did her sister Kris when she walked over from the hotel to see what was taking so long.

    The next morning we set off for what would be the first of a few unsuccessful days looking for Sawsbuck and a shiny Cottonee. Not that we didn''t see any Deerling or a couple normal Cottonee, but our real objectives were nowhere to be found.

    Tonight, we''re at the Pokemon Center. Cindy and Lyra are carefully monitoring our eggs while Kris and Lacy ?ssist. It seems our unborn pokemon have decided to hatch together, Ralts a day late and Sandshrew a day early. Every few minutes the eggs, out of incubators and on a pile of towels, give a solid wobble.

    Jane, Naomi and I are off to the side and out of the way until the moment of hatching. I''m looking over our pokemon teams list on my dex app tracker.

    "So are we taking everyone to Alola? What about team limits if we catch pokemon there, and are we allowed to use them when we get back?"

    Naomi nods without taking her eyes off her egg, "We can use what we catch, some might cry foul but we''re rookies. It''s not our fault they can''t afford hopping out of the region for a week. It''s not like we''re going to catch anything stronger than Jane''s Onix at our level."

    Jane is snuggling her growing Sandile, "I''m not leaving Crooky, and I put so much work into gaining Marble''s trust, I don''t like the idea of leaving her here for a week either. Not to mention my Venipede, I just got him to warm up to me as well."

    Naomi shakes her head, "We have scheduled commitments remember? I suggest we each pick three, preferably a couple of our water types."

    She grimaces remembering she only has a clam.

    I check the monitors for any changes but find nothing new, "I have to take the Sandshrew to the Alola lab, Blue would benefit from the trip, and my Zilla needs bonding time anyway. There''s my three¡­or should I take my Skrelp too?"

    Honestly, my Joltik is already showing signs of molting again and she loves Lacy, Shak will be happy to laze about his home forest for a break, "Watts you should just take Ruby, the odd little Clauncher loves you anyway."

    "Well¡­" I can see the gears turning as she twists in her seat, emotions battling logic, "Fine, she''s very sweet for a water insect. I should take my new Swablu, Nimbus. Delphi can relax for a week, she loves Lacy''s yard¡­ Maybe we should take four? That lets me bring Froosh and my Clamperl."

    "What about this Ralts?" I point over to the toweled eggs.

    She bites her thumbnail, "I''m telling you we each need at least two water types, both for this trip and eastern Hoenn later."

    "Well I have King and Spike," Jane starts, referring to her Magikarp and Corphish, "I want to keep training my new Aerodactyl¡­ Crooky can you keep Marble happy?"

    The little guy stands on his hind legs and puffs out his crocodile scaled ?h?st.

    "Alright," I check my notes, "Jane will take Magikarp, Corphish, Venipede, and Aerodactyl. Naomi will have Mienfoo, Swablu, Clauncher and Clamperl."

    Watts cuts me off with a sigh, "I can''t not take my new baby."

    "Alright Miss Three Pokemon Only," I chuckle, "Your Ralts will be fifth as you take everything but your starter."

    She blanches a bit, "Pearl can stay¡­"

    "Alone, in that massive tank?" I give her my best dad glare.

    "You''re right, Fine." her figure wilting in her seat a bit.

    "Lastly myself," back to my notes, "I''ll have Phantump, Skrelp, Tirtouga, and Sandshrew¡­ honestly this is going to get more difficult as we get more pokemon."

    Jane helps her croc do some squats to work his hind leg muscles, "Normal rookies can''t afford to catch so many pokemon."

    "There was once a bill put to vote for rookies being restricted to just three pokemon their first year," Naomi sits back up properly, "obviously it didn''t pass."

    "I suppose we''ll just have to be picky about what we try to catch in Alola," thinking about the Caribbean back on earth, "Are we staying on one island? If not, will we take the plane everywhere? I''ve not seen a map to guess if your boat can meet us there."

    "The Jolteon actually left for Alola after dropping us off in Slateport, she''ll meet us there," As Naomi pulls up a map to show me, the machines monitoring the eggs begin to ring.

    With a soft crackling noise, a rounded green horn pokes out of Naomi''s egg. As it twists and saws, slowly bits of shell fall away revealing an aquamarine colored head of what looks like fern leaves¡­

    So, I can remember what Gardevior looked like in the pokemon games. This ain''t that. The fern like hair parts to reveal something akin to a Mandrake fantasy creature. The small body looks like an infant shaped garlic bulb. Soo, an anthropomorphic garlic bulb with blue fern leaves for hair and a green pestle/horn.

    Naomi is over the moon cooing at her new pokemon as I step over to Lacy, "Soo, that''s what they''re supposed to look like?"

    She raises a brow at me, "Not exactly, the most common variant is more green and red. But as a plant based fairy pokemon they adapt their appearance to their habitat. Just like your Phantump."

    I want to ask more but the second machine starts to ring, seems my egg felt left out.

    Before I even take a second step back to the table a razor sharp claw spikes from the side of the egg, it''s color a dark like cast iron.

    Naomi steps back, protectively shielding her Ralts while also letting Kris and Cindy look it over. Jane hovers behind me next to Lacy.

    As more pieces of egg shell fall away I''m presented with what looks like a rusty pangolin. His small snout sniffs about the room while his curious big eyes take in everyone. Lyra takes another picture before handing me a towel and showing me how to help clean off any remaining egg residue.

    "Awesome," Lyra gives her notes a last glance before setting the tablet down. "Two interesting variants, let''s get these darlings washed, warm, and fed."

    Soon I''m sitting in a chair with an anteater the size of my fist gently su?k?n? on a milk bottle. I don''t think sandshrew are actually anteaters tho...or sort of I guess. The dex app says they eat ambush bug type pokemon or local berries.

    Naomi is coaxing her nervous little garlic fairy into eating a blended berry juice under Lyra''s guidance.

    Kris gets off the phone, "Birch said he''ll be here first thing in the morning to see the newborns, he was stuck at an investors dinner tonight."

    Naomi points to her bag, "Jane, can you grab the wooden case in there and open it up."

    As Jane opens up the case to reveal two pokeballs, Naomi grins, "I had these special ordered as well."

    The first ball looks like glossy white fern leaves wrapped into a ball, the second, fittingly, looks like it''s made of cast iron.

    Lyra closes the lid back on Jane, "I know you rookies like to jump to the next thing immediately, but I''m telling you as an expert, It''s best to bond with your newly hatched pokemon a couple days before putting them in a ball for the first time. Preferably even a week but I know you''ll be traveling."

    Lacy sits on the armrest of my chair, "So what are you naming them?"

    Looking at my little guy, "I think Rusty is pretty straight forward." He stops ??pping at the milk bottle long enough to glance at me before continuing.

    Naomi seems to have had one ready all along, "Lasura, after the blue gemstone."

    Lacy smiles, "Well it sounds regal, that''s for sure, and Rusty is adorable."

    Eventually we make it back home with an all clear from Cindy that the freshly hatched pokemon have a clean bill of health. I take a washbin worth of sand from Blue''s sandbox to let Rusty sleep in. Jane''s Sandile actually takes charge of helping the little guy dig a cozy burrow.

    It''s as I''m lying in bed with Lacy in my arms that I make a troubling realisation, "If you''re coming with us then none of the pokemon can stay here¡­"

    Fortunately the Doc happens to be smarter than me, "About time you realised that, just make sure you register Naomi''s yacht as temporary lodging."

    "How long were you going to wait before mentioning it if you already thought of it?"

    She laughs, "I was going to wave goodbye to your pokemon from the car."

    The next morning features some embarrassed girls and I packing up all our pokemon and gear when the doorbell rings.

    Opening the door reveals a bulbous, five foot, stone statue blocking the porch¡­ and then it''s row of eyes looks at me.

    "Holy shit!" nearly jumping out of my pants.

    "Morning Kurt!" the voice of Professor Birch sounds out, "Move already Kiln!"

    The big black statue shimmers and disappears, from the back of the house I hear Jane let out a girly shriek.

    Birch nervously chuckles, "Sorry, my son''s Claydol is a bit mischievous, But, teleport is certainly the fastest way to get from one town to the next."

    "Kuuuurt?!" Lacy calls from the back, "Who''s pokemon is this?"

    "Good morning Doctor Cutter, it''s my son''s, borrowed him to drop by this morning." another friendly, totally unapologetic chuckle, "Now, let''s see your newborn Sandshrew. The rest of the clutch won''t hatch for a couple days at least. Less external stimulus inside the lab compound you see."

    Little Rusty is still asleep in his burrow but Birch just uses an extendable camera probe to check him out.

    "He looks fantastic, and the readings are showing a successful steel typing. You get that Ball miss Wattson had built?" He brushes the sand off his palms from the wash bin ¡­ right onto the carpet.

    I suppose we were gonna have to vacuum anyway.

    Still, "Let''s head out back, and yes, here ya go."

    I hand him the dense, metal ball which he immediately places in a slot inside his briefcase, ??ptop thing. It starts to show a sync progress bar. He explains as we step outside.

    "That ball will be in constant contact with our lab network, or more specifically, the project data that all related labs have access to."

    The expert in pokemon habitats takes special interest in Naomi''s Ralts. I suppose it''s directly related to his field and the princess is only too happy to explain.

    "My aunt has taken the lead on a special pokemon preserve near Dewford in cooperation with the other casinos. They bring in rare pokemon or popular ones that are more likely to adapt their appearance to their home. Then they hire expert landscapers and designers to create a space that is more likely to result in such variants."

    "Brilliant," He happily nods in approval, "I would have loved to be involved but it really is an ingenious use of published research. I can''t think of a more clear cut example of our studies translating to actual income. Although I''m sure the league gave their approval?"

    Naomi nods, "Of course."

    He bristles a bit, "Hrmf, no, it''s nothing against your aunt dear. I know I''m a bit unpopular with the paper pushers, but when a project so directly related to my expertise arises I''d prefer to be the one consulted."

    Realising this conversation may not end, "Well I''m glad you caught us this morning Professor. We were just heading out the door after all. Have a plane to catch from Mauville this afternoon, and we still have a bit of shopping to do in the mall."

    Thankfully he and his son''s Claydol make their exit, at least after also registering Naomi''s Ralts as a new project to monitor. It''s still weird to see the pair of rotund figures simply vanish from the front porch in a swirl of sand.

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 Chapter 47 - With a Vengeance

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    The ride was smooth as could be, the arrival, not so much. Seems that word got around and now our private getaway has turned into more of a large tour group. Thankfully the large twin rotor aircraft seems perfectly able to accommodate what will be, four? Ya, four full teams.

    Our team, along with Dawn''s, May''s, and now even the Kanto girls are along for the ride. Miss Harrison begged and pleaded for an opportunity to visit her mother for a week so of course I¡­ we caved.

    Now the girls are all doing some last minute shopping while I''m up in the park near the helipad with the boys. Ty is going through a checklist for all the camera equipment while I shut down Tommy''s third attempt to battle me.

    "We don''t have time to battle and then jog all the way to the pokemon center on this floor and that''s it bud, quit asking."

    The girls taking too long might make a liar out of me.

    Tommy, who''s actually, visibly shedding some weight on his journey already, just sulks and takes out his Phanpy anyway, "Please Mr. Kurt, just the little ones get some exercise before the long ride?"

    Damn kids, "Fine," I actually take out a few balls, "Just the young ones to run around a bit."

    Lacy''s Archen, Leafeon, and my Sandshrew, Rusty.

    "Archy," the little dinosaur pops up on his hind legs, "Watch the pups, no ruff housing."

    He gives me a salute with his little wing before leading a small crew of baby pokemon to play in the grass. Along with Tommy''s animated plush elephant, Edgar lets out a small black and yellow bird.

    "What''s that Ed?" It is polite to just ask sometimes, it would be weird if everyone was always pointing their phone at you.

    The beanpole is overdressed as always in his bu??on up gray, dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and slacks. "Miss Wattson isn''t the only trainer with family connections. This is my new Rookidee!"

    He''s puffing out his ?h?st but I don''t know why, "Cool, thought you liked ghosts?"

    Visibly deflating at my lack of whatever reaction he expected, "Mr. Kurt¡­ it''s a shiny¡­ and evolves into a Knight¡­ Just look it up."

    I remember him saying he was part of a noble family or some such thing. My dex app pulls up Corviknight, "Alright, that''s badass. I want one."

    The Knight in flying armor looks totally awesome and there''s notes relating to recent research. Dark armored, more common, variants are found to have additionally dark or ghost typing. While the brighter colored silver, or in extremely rare cases white, variants have shown to exhibit fairy type energy. Lastly there is a note about a family that managed to breed a purple one that could use dragon type moves.

    "Seems like a very popular pokemon?"

    Once more his back straightens, "That may be so but finding them outside of Galar can present quite the challenge. The region is very particular about exports."

    I point at the pokemon in question currently being sat on by Tommy''s baby elephant and frantically flapping its wings to escape, "And they play well with others." Edgar yelps and runs over, "Well, rarity only goes so far I guess."

    Tommy laughs, "Let Monty go, Tuska."

    While Ed boy is blushing and soothing his flustered chick, I turn to Tommy.

    "How you lads doing though, really?"

    He scratches his chin and sighs, "The whole World knows Miss Dawn¡­ And she really has been a great help despite the attitude. I just wish we could step into town without everyone and their second cousin coming up for autographs. Her personality gets over inflated for the rest of the day too."

    Edgar walks back holding his bird, "Really, she does have endless helpful tips, it just comes with endless ego."

    You look in a mirror lately brat? Pot calling the kettle black and all that.

    "Well, as long as you''re actually learning and progressing as trainers." both nod, "What''s the coolest thing you''ve gotten to do?"

    "It''s hard to top the pirate cave," Ed grins, "But we totally found a haunted cemetery!"

    Tom shivers, "That was awful. I liked the Oldale Rodeo!"

    Rich kid rolls his eyes but Tommy looks all fired up.

    He starts waving his arms animatedly, "It was just outside of Oldale town on our way to Petalburg. They were having a pokemon riding tournament! I took third place and got to keep the young Bouffalant I rode!"

    He pulls out another ball and out comes a buffalo about four feet tall. It snorts but immediately trots up to the boy and starts to nuzzle him.

    Just as I spot Leafeon playing with my balled up Sandshrew, the girls come out of the elevator at the park edge. The little grassy terror runs off to her new mommy.

    "By the way Ed, if you want a Dhelmise you''ll need to find one in Alola. I was hired to handle the one we encountered in the cave along with the Sharpedo."

    He frowns, "And how do you plan on doing that so soon?"

    "Don''t underestimate me brat, I did my homework. I''ll manage."

    Actually Blue and Shak should be able to pull it off with typing advantages by the time we make it back. I''ll have my team to support the effort as well. Though even if we manage to catch it, there''s no way that thing will obey commands until I can properly fight it one on one. When I was doing my research I figured that this Dhelmise would easily be mega by now if not for the anchor and wheel being too small and trapped in that cave.

    It''s hard not to chuckle at the boys short circuiting at the sight of the teen idols dressed for an island vacation.

    I give both a good bonk on the head, "Get the bags lads. It''s time to fly."

    While rubbing their noggins, both run forward to help move the shopping bags onto the Zekrom. Personally I have to stare at the second golf cart loaded with shopping bags and a surly Wattson employee.

    "Alright girls," I scan the crowd of women ages 12-30, "If we exceed the bird''s weight limit I''m throwing bags out the cargo door."

    A couple, Noami and Iris included, look nervously at their shopping haul. Lacy gives me a playful elbow while I hide a grin. I know this aircraft could easily handle double the people and luggage present.

    The Zekrom is a marvel of this world''s engineering in deep black with neon blue accents. Adjustable wings hold the twin rotors that allow for vertical take offs. The aircraft being nearly the size of C-130 means we could even park the jeep inside and still lift off. I also didn''t miss the auxiliary jet type engines, the design is completely different than ours. They''re not the main thrust but no doubt aid in the bird''s maneuverability in air.

    Lacy leans in front of me, "Know what you''re looking at there?"

    "Ha," I''m not bragging here, "I think I could fly it actually."

    Naomi hops over, "Really?!"

    Scratching my chin and once more confirming that I recognize nearly every part and piece and what it''s for, "Probably."

    Grace Ketchum doesn''t seem keen on that, "How can you say ''Probably''? Either you learned to fly or not right?"

    "Normally," the brat isn''t wrong, "I have a type of amnesia."

    She scowls, "Well as long as landing might be something you forgot, let the pilot do their job please."

    Rude, but also completely reasonable.

    Once everything is onboard, pokemon in their balls, passengers strapped in, I take a seat just behind the ???kpit. Hopefully watching the man and woman pilots work will jog something in my head.

    The gal calls back, "We all strapped in?"

    A final check myself, "Ready for flight."

    She nods while her copilot gives a thumbs up from checking his screens. I can see the indicators marking the wings locked in position, the fuel is topped off, maintenance code checks gave the all clear.

    The aux engine fires up first, located in the belly of the bird. Looking back I can see Jane seems nervous already as the vibrations start. Now would be a poor time to learn you''re scared of flying.

    More indicators turn green, the pilot gal calls out, "Powering prop one."

    Harsher vibrations rattle the whole bird but I know they''ll settle once both engines reach flight power.

    "Go for one." responds her partner.

    "Powering prop two."

    Lacy flicks Jane in the ear, I can''t hear what she says but a couple of the girls laugh.

    "Go for two, control confirms all clear for lift."

    Our pilot slowly pushes the dual throttles in the center as the engines pitch higher and the vibrations fade. Then, like a filled balloon we float off the ground, slowly gaining altitude while drifting away from the mall roof through a large retractable portion of the atrium.

    I can feel how the engine''s shift with the slightest movements of the stick in her hands¡­ It''s crazy this moment of realization, I know beyond any doubt I can fly this thing.

    May calls up from her seat behind mine, "Well Mr. Forgetful, any bells ringing in your head?"

    Laughing, "Seems I know how to fly!"

    The copilot looks back, eyebrow arched behind his headset visor, "Dude, this is a one of a kind aircraft. It''s just us and two others that have been cleared to fly it. Stop trying to impress the ladies."

    Whatever flyboy, "Sure bud, just watch out for birds and I''ll mind the kids."

    Miss pilot is focusing on the engine monitors her partner is supposed to be watching, "Mall clear, shifting forward."

    We slide from vertical lift to forward thrust in one smooth motion and with that we are in full flight to Alola.

    "Take the stick Helo."

    Copilot dude takes the controls, "I have the stick."

    The woman in command starts typing on a side computer, I can see lines of text immediately reply.

    "Mr. Kurt," I look at the pilot that is all work mode, "Mayor Wattson would like you to prove what you just claimed once we return from this trip."

    I mean sure, "No problem."

    She nods and gives another glance to her instruments before unstrapping and flicking off the seatbelt indicator and grabbing a radio, "Alright ladies and boys," her voice echoes in the cabin, "We have five hours of flight time. Keep any movement about the cabin to a minimum but you may get up. Forecast in Alola is a bit stormy this evening so I''ll have you all strap back in once we''re an hour out."

    Unstrapping I move back to my team, May joining us.

    The famous trainer nudges Lacy, "I heard someone got a Luxury Ball?"

    My girl looks at me, "I''m afraid Kurt won''t get to experience the Hoenn stag life. I''ve had my eye on him since he washed up on my doorstep."

    "Ah the feeling of being driftwood." I laugh.

    Hours slip by as the passengers chat and mingle. Dawn and May being the thankful exception, always on opposite ends of the room. Don''t think I don''t see Tommy boy chatting up one of the girls in May''s team. Orphan girl cleaned up real nice. Poor Ed is managing to keep light conversation but I can see the green occasionally creep at his gills.

    Light fades from the windows and the seatbelt light comes on just before a cross wind lightly hits the aircraft. Everyone quickly scrabbles to their seats.

    "All right boys and girls," the copilot calls over the comm, "Looks like the storm is a bit harsher than advertised. Travel agencies, am I right?"

    A couple minutes of shaky flight slip by as the vibrations of the engines maintaining stability through increasing weather unsettles the passengers.

    I catch sight of a blue light flicker outside the window just before the Zekrom jerks to the side, reeling from some type of impact!

    Screams ring throughout the cabin as a bright blue blaze smashes into our side. Glass windows fracture as the plane rocks again.

    Red lights blare in the ???kpit as the pilots bring us to a lower altitude. Alarms ring as I spot a couple bags fall loose in the main cabin, Tommy manages to punch one away before it hits one of the girls. Jane catches another by reflex while white knuckle gripping her seat with the other hand.

    Looking out the front windshield I can b?r?ly make out the lights of a city on land in the distance when we get rocked once more from the other side. That same eerie blue light filling the darkened cabin.

    Then a massive flash of lightning lights up the entire sky, just short of being blinded, I catch the b?r?st silhouette of a black Charizard barrel rolling out of the lightning strike before diving out of sight against the ocean below.

    A massive bird caw reverberates against my bones, a firework of brilliant yellow feathers jets past our windows.

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 Chapter 48 - Party Crashing

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    "Mayday Mayday Mayday. This is the Zekrom inbound to Akala, we are under attack from an Azure Charizard."

    I hear the pilot calling in our situation from my seat just out the ???kpit door. She''s keeping a cool head thankfully. Her copilot on the other hand¡­

    "Fuck Rachel, engine two is on fire!"

    She flicks off her radio, "Decouple the driveshaft, don''t let it affect engine one."

    I look back in the main cabin, the endless lightning strikes outside light the room like a strobe as more baggage is shaking loose in the turbulence.

    Pulling out Tesla''s ball, "Get out here and start webbing the crap flying around."

    My red joltik immediately sets to work firing off string shots at the bags sliding around the floor before looking to tackle the bouncing debris. Almost everyone is still strapped in, some of the girls balled up in their seats, the two rows along the sidewalls face each other. The left side that was initially impacted has a decent dent, May''s girls have moved seats away from it.

    Looking back out the front, bolts of lightning cascade from the stormy skies but there doesn''t seem to be any focus.

    Shit, "She''s still searching!"

    "Mayday Mayday Mayday. This is the Zekrom inbound to Akala, can''t you hear me? We are under attack from a mega Charizard." She repeats.

    Copilot Helo is smacking a distorted display, "Zapdos'' storm is fu?k?n? with our systems!"

    "Dammit, I know! Is that fire out yet? We need that engine!"

    *SMASH!*

    The pilot''s door gets shattered inward, a large black claw reaching for her head!

    Her helmet probably saved her life as she gets rocked by the impact, Helo is grabbing her arm and screaming, "Get the fu?k off her!"

    I unbuckle my seat and grab the dive knife I''ve kept strapped to my leg. Days like today!

    An enraged roar bellows against us with a wave of heat. Looking out the broken door I can see blue flames lighting up an angry draconic maw, twin horns glowing a brilliant neon blue. I quickly start slicing the pilots harness apart to pull her out.

    A voice outside, yells, "Dragon Breath!"

    Not good! I yank her free just as another blast of yellow lighting lights up the room, the whole aircraft pitches left as the Charizard is ripped from the ???kpit exterior. Sparks linger on the walls but seem to disperse without harm.

    Ahead I can finally see Zapdos, radiating a cosmic storm''s worth of lightning as she rakes her talons against the black Charizard spitting flames at her face.

    The aircraft starts entering a roll, the girls in the back are screaming.

    Helo is still looking back at me, "Is she okay!?"

    "Fly the fu?k?n? plane!"

    "Rachel! Wake up Rachel!"

    Shit, "Lacy get the Pilot!"

    We''re already almost sideways, I don''t have time to worry about the pilot now or her idiot partner.

    I crawl into the pilot seat, most of its mounts must be sheared from the floor as the damn thing twists in place.

    I grab the stick and pull right, the hydraulics feel slow. The left engine is smoking, a couple bent blades flailing in the wind.

    "That''s not good."

    Out our right, through the remaining half of my door, engine one is still spinning but I can actually tell its slowing with each flash of Zapdos'' light.

    "Engine one is down, two is no good. We''re gliding."

    The flap pedals thankfully still have hydraulic pressure to level us out but the left pedal feels stiff, probably leaking somewhere.

    "Rachel!"

    Damn it, "Shut the fu?k up and turn on the APU man!"

    "What?! What are you doing there?!"

    Well he''s useless, "The start up engine man, turn it on!"

    He opens his mouth to yell at me more, "Get ou,"

    My right fist meets his jaw.

    As I watch the two battling pokemon outside streak past us, brilliant blue flames and blinding yellow lightning arcing between them, May''s voice comes from over my shoulder.

    "Tommy, help me get this guy out of the way."

    Her arms reach up and unlatch his harness.

    Calling back to the doctor, "Lacy, is the famous Miss Rachel going to wake up anytime soon?"

    We''re still gliding but I can see on the instruments we''re losing altitude, we''ll hit water long before land.

    "No Kurt! Jane, Pressure!"

    That doesn''t sound good.

    Dawn leans in once Tommy and May pull out the copilot, "We''ll Action Hero, we gonna die?"

    "Oh fu?k you," I actualy laugh. "We''ve got a minute to find the damn start up engine bu??on before this gets really bad."

    "There!" quick as you like she points at a red bu??on on the panel above me.

    Stupid over compilcated mess.

    Holding the bu??on while keeping the stick steady, hoping against odds I don''t need to find the manual starter. No way to hear the auxiliary engine firing up over the wind, roars, caws and constant thunder.

    My control panels are still an overcharged mess from the storm and Zapdos'' driveby¡­ "Tesla! Get up here and absorb the static."

    Twenty seconds and the aux engine bu??on turns green, "That''s fast."

    As my red spider crawls up the center console the lights stop flickering and the monitor return to normal. We''re losing hydraulics and fuel all along the left side, one unlucky hit and we''re a fireball in the sky.

    "Eddy if the left wing catches fire I want your little fire ghost to put it out best it can."

    An electric supernova blooms in the distance off to our right, accompanied by the loudest caw yet.

    Holding another switch down I see engine one start to spin back up to speed. The next thing would be to keep from losing more fuel but I''m getting nothing from the panel up here.

    "May, find a valve back there to shut off fuel flow for the damaged left wing." Hopefully it''s not outside, cause that would really suck.

    A moment of keeping it steady while losing sight of the ongoing battle.

    "Got it!" another girl whose voice I don''t recognise.

    Indicators start to look good and as long as I can compensate for any more pressure lost in the flaps we should be able to land in plane configuration.

    I hear crackle over the headset laying next to my seat.

    Placing it over one ear I hear, "Wela Ranger Tower to Zekrom, are you there!?"

    "This is the Zekrom, we''re maintaining a glide on a limping engine. I''ve lost visual on the attacking charizard. Just tell me where to land. Also have a medical unit on standby, we have critically injured."

    A moment, nothing.

    "Zakrom to Wela Rangers, where am I landing?"

    "We don''t have a strip."

    Oh.

    "I don''t suppose someone else on the island does?" I''d cross fingers and toes but they''re busy keeping us level.

    "The Hano Resort has the big helipad, planes land at Melemele."

    Looking out at the overcast sea¡­ I don''t see lights from another island.

    "Um, I''m open to suggestions?"

    I can''t land this in vertical mode with one engine. I''m not even gonna try to fire up two, I can see the bent and broken blades on it. As for a water landing, even if everything went perfectly we''ll be lucky not to sink in seconds with our current damage.

    Another voice, female, "Hi Hi! Are you friends with the sparky bird?"

    The hell, "Yes?"

    The ranger''s voice, "Yes what?"

    Huh?

    "Right here." The female voice accompanies a breeze from my left.

    Looking around I spot ...a big pink jar. With a black creature sitting in the mouth, wearing the lid as a hat.

    Her college, sorority girl voice sounds in my head, "So as I was saying, You know the big bird right? Her light show is totally crashing my mixer and she is too worked up to listen to me. I could force the issue, but that''s exhausting and I have plans tonight."

    ¡­. "Dawn, what am I looking at?"

    Nothing.

    Looking back, everything, everyone, is frozen in place. My Joltik isn''t, but she''s still cowering in place on the console.

    "You''re weird, you know? I could ask the same thing, you feel like one of us almost."

    I''ll bet, "Tell you what miss psychic powers,"

    "Lele, Tapu Lele."

    "Alright Miss Lele," I point out the lights from the island growing closer, "Get us and this aircraft safely on the island, and I''m sure Zapdos will chill."

    Her pink, hair like, antenna droop, "You want me to work?"

    A heavy updraft blows into the cabin yet the plane doesn''t even flinch. I think she already has control.

    "It''s the easiest solution."

    "Hrmf," her insect-like arms brush the antenna aside, "For you maybe. Guess I''ll save the lady spraying blood like a water fountain back there while I''m at it."

    I can feel all the controls lock in place, the warning lights stop flashing, even our working engine freezes. Nothing stops me from hitting the shut down switch for when she puts us down. We begin zooming forward at a slightly faster pace.

    Is it a ''deus ex machina'' if when you think about it, of course the island''s resident legendary would see what the fuss was about?

    The storm dials back and I spot Zapdos glide up alongside us, her bright yellow feathers still discharging heavy amounts of electricity. None touches the Zekrom this time. The Charizard must have snuck off.

    "Bratty little bitch," Lele Mutters.

    Excuse me!?

    "She thinks she''s queen of whatever sky she''s in. She''s not even half way through her first century!"

    I didn''t say that out loud.

    "You don''t have too, Psychic remember?" she slumps to her elbows on the edge of her pink shell, "Those ranger humans are panicking trying to reach you, go ahead and let them know I''m here."

    Ranger dudes voice comes over the com, "You hear us?! Come in Zekrom!"

    Grabbing the headset, "We''re here, the Tapu is here¡­"

    "Oh thank Arceus! Ah, be suuuuper polite she can be a bit," his voice cuts off as Lele folds her arms and pouts.

    "Busybody."

    Looking back I can see everyone asleep in their seats or on the floor. A pile of pink flower petals has been dumped over pilot Rachel''s head.

    "Welcome to Alola and my Akala Island," she deadpans in my head, "Try not to be so noisy for the rest of your stay."

    After another five minutes of floating through the air she laughs, in reality I hear the sound of seashell wind chimes.

    Then, fifteen feet in the air, she drops us.

    "Shit!" and everyone else screams, apparently waking up from the sensation of falling.

    The landing isn''t too bad, we hit water, the surf just off the beach in front of a massive hotel, aglow in the night. I can hear the waves smacking the back of the aircraft.

    Pilot lady bolts upright, "MAYDAY!"

    "Chill lady," if flick on the cabin speakers, "Gooodevening Passengers and welcome to beautiful Akala Island, the weather is fu?k?n? terrible just like the welcome party. Please collect your baggage and exit the aircraft via the water. Hope you like getting wet."

    Grace Ketchum yells, "What did I say about forgetting how to land?!"

    Lacy is staring at Rachel''s face and neck, "Kurt, what happened?"

    "Tapu Lele didn''t like us raining on her party."

    "Zapra!" Naomi screams and bolts for the door. Jane helps her get it open and I hear them splashing outside.

    I see her running towards a pile of feathers collapsed on the beach. In the light from the hotel and along the beach I can see burns across most of her feathers.

    Flashing lights from an approaching ranger jeep reminds me of the situation as I see dozens of beach goers crowding at a nervous distance from the downed aircraft and legendary bird.

    Dawn scowls looking at the scene, "Alright, everyone stow your stuff in the upper storage. Let''s get off the plane first, don''t talk to anyone until we''re finished with the rangers. Head straight for the hotel lobby. Ed and Tom, grab the copilot."

    Ah, the idiot is still out cold and floating in the knee deep water pouring in.

    Lacy tightly hugs me from the side as I stand up.

    "Any landing you can walk away from is a good one, right?"

    She pinches my side, "We''re swimming."

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 Chapter 49 - The Woman in Lilac

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    As the storm abates from the night sky we wade the dozen or so yards to the resort property beach. Naomi is clutching the long neck of a crane the size of a horse while balling her eyes out.

    Zapra, the legendary bird species Zapdos, is breathing somewhat heavily, her feathers horribly charred in places. However she uses her lance of a beak to fiddle with Naomi''s hair and outfit. Like a momma bird grooming her chick to be presentable to the flock.

    Rangers are already on scene keeping back folks who came out to see the commotion of the plane splash down. The rest of the teams that came with us are gathering up and heading up to the hotel under Dawn and May''s guidance.

    Jane is staring at the large bird''s injuries, almost in shock.

    I let go of Lacy''s hand and knock on Jane''s head, "You thinking too much kid?"

    Her reaction is to shiver, maybe she really is in a bit of shock, "Old man, this is¡­ What can do this? Who would do this?!"

    Looking back at Zapdos I can see areas of charred flesh where the feathers have been incinerated. For all the big girl is acting strong I imagine she''s in a great deal of pain.

    "Zapdos, are you gonna let us get you to a Pokemon Center?"

    Surprisingly the large animal rolls her eyes and nods before shakily standing up. Naomi almost falls to the ground but Lacy grabs her and pulls Jane along as well. We follow as Zapdos actually hobbles over towards a ranger''s truck.

    The big girl flicks a gas can out of the truck bed and glares at the ranger till he climbs up and clears out enough space for her to hop in and settle down.

    Looking at the man, "Let''s get to the center, I''ll drive, just get one of your buddies to lead the way." Looking to Lacy, "I''ll have to keep Watts with me until more of her family''s security arrives. Take care of Jane and meet us at the center as soon as you can."

    She gives me another quick hug and we''re one the road, hopefully fast enough that Zapdos'' injuries can be treated with minimal complication.

    Naomi is silently staring out the back window at her guardian the entire drive. Thankfully the hotel is just around the corner from a tower of a gym and connected pokemon center.

    As we pull up, a team of folks in scrubs are already wheeling out a massive cart at the direction of a skinny gal with a blonde pixie cut.

    Naomi clutches my arm the moment we hop out of the truck. Zapdos glares down any center staff that gets too close as she slowly steps from the truck and then onto the cart. Then, deciding they''re hesitating too much, she bristles her feathers and sends some sparks everywhere.

    "Move your ?sses and get her inside!" Boss Blondi glares down at Naomi, "Wattson, this is what blind faith gets you. Your family''s guardian is still a child as far as Legendaries go, she needs training."

    Watts just pouts.

    Can''t have that, I elbow her, "The doc needs to know details, kid."

    Naomi looks to literally swallow her emotions in order to respond but the doctor cuts her off with a snort.

    "Rangers sent me the radio recording," She pauses at seeing Naomi''s knuckles still clenched, "Naomi."

    Young and old, blonde hair, green eyes meet.

    The doctor squats down, "Zapra will be just fine, even if she''s doing a Mandibuzz impression for a week till her new feathers grow in."

    Naomi just nods but her back straightens a little. Seems the doctor isn''t all bristle.

    Standing back up the doctor turns to me, "Take her inside and follow the staff at a distance, Zapdos will cooperate better as long as the Wattson girl is in sight."

    Heading inside I realize this is probably the largest Pokemon Center I''ve seen yet. Six stories were visible from outside and the lobby is filled with green plants covering live walls and vines wrapping pillars. Dozens of curious trainers and their pokemon watch the legendary bird being carted in.

    Doors are held open and we''re led to an operating theater that overlooks a table clearly large enough to accommodate a pokemon of Zapdos'' size. More professionals file into the seats while keeping a respectable distance from us.

    Except one, a woman with Lilac hair in a long braid with matching eyes sits down next to Naomi, opposite me.

    "Good evening Miss Wattson, do you remember me?"

    Naomi doesn''t take her eyes off Zapdos being guided to the operating table which lowers automatically. "You were the GP agent my mother thought was having an affair with daddy."

    Cough, "Excuse me?!"

    The woman doesn''t even react, "That''s right. I need you to relax and answer some questions along with Mr. Kurt here¡­ I''m sure Director Lillie will take perfect care of your Zapdos."

    Zapdos gives a warning spark at the nurse asking if they''d be using anesthesia.

    I can''t help but ask, "Drama aside, I don''t know who you are. So before you continue with Naomi, I''d appreciate an introduction."

    Those pale, purple eyes switch to me like I''m a firing range target, "I''m Region Chief Anabel of the Global Police. You, Mr. Kurt, will have to answer some questions later."

    She turns to watch as Director Lillie dons thick rubber gloves, boots, and apron. It''s practically a hazmat suit made of rubber.

    "We at the Global Police and our partners at Aether are suddenly finding your memory loss claims quite full of holes." Her gaze returns to me, "Especially after successfully piloting a one of a kind, prototype aircraft. That brings us back to the priority issue. What can you tell me about the attack?"

    Director Lillie is now showing Zapdos a set of tweezers that look more like tree trimmers.

    Trying to set the order of events straight in my head, "Two impacts on the left side, the first was strong but the second had those blue flames."

    Large hammer drills are brought out as what looks like the maintenance crew installs large copper rods around the room.

    "The left engine was wrecked, luggage came loose in the main cabin, Zapdos tackled the Charizard away."

    Anabel lifts a hand to stop me, "Were you able to see the rider at any point?"

    "Not exactly," she motions me to continue, "As Zapdos'' storm increased, the electrical equipment all started to malfunction."

    Naomi interrupts, "That shouldn''t have happened. The Zekrom''s¡­ walls? are all completely shielded against anything she''s been able to output before."

    The cop makes a note on her phone, "We''ll have the entire plane inspected and the engineers back in Hoenn questioned. What happened next?"

    Below, Zapra is staring Lillie down as she grabs the first damaged feather and fearlessly gives a strong yank. Naomi''s nails dig into my arm as she flinches. However Zapdos just snorts but otherwise keeps glaring as the doctor continues to the next feather.

    "The copilot started to panic, the pilot was about to set him straight when the Charizard punched through her side window. Poor gal was probably only saved by her headset. I took a swipe at the thing''s arm but that just pissed it off I think. Heard some guy outside tell it to use Dragon Breath while I was cutting loose the Pilot."

    "So no visual at all, was her emergency release inoperable?"

    Did she even have an emergency release? "If she had one I didn''t see it. Zapdos came to the rescue again, the copilot lost his wits entirely."

    "So you ?ssumed control? I doubt he just let you."

    "Let''s say he was, Aggressively Counterproductive," I''m so not making eye contact, "I got us steady, my fianc¨¦, Doctor Lacy Cutter, saw to the pilot''s condition."

    Watt''s nails dig in again with another pluck of burnt feather, "Rachel will be fine right? That was a lot of blood."

    "Naomi," Anabel''s tone softens, "Tapu Lele heals all wounds, she''ll be just fine."

    "My Joltik absorbed the excess static messing with the instruments and with engine one back online we had power to land. Charizard kept evading in the darkness of the night. That Tapu pokemon showed up saying we ruined her evening plans?"

    "And since this island doesn''t have a landing strip she dropped you on the beach." The cop jumps to the end.

    More sparks fly down below as the procedure continues.

    Taking in what I''ve learned about this world so far, "I can''t imagine a black Charizard spewing blue flames goes unknown, especially if it has a trainer, and even more so on a small island region. Hell, all of Hoenn knew I had a giant bat by the next evening."

    "Of course we have an obvious suspect," she shakes her head, "But on record confirmation would have been useful. He''s got a hide out somewhere here on Akala but we haven''t been able to track it down."

    For an instant, I almost say I''ll help, but no. That ?sshole wrecked a Zapdos¡­ worst I can do is have Blue steal his shoes and make him trip.

    Seems she saw the look I had, "Don''t sweat it Kurt, I have a feeling we''ll be receiving some very strong volunteers as soon as they can get here from Kanto."

    Right, the Royals were on that bird.

    Once Lillie cleared a burnt area of damaged feathers she layered on what is likely the largest glob of burn ointment I could imagine.

    Thinking about it, couldn''t Lele have healed Zapdos as well? Talk about petty.

    "This suspect got a name?"

    "Not telling," she stands up, "Alola has a complicated history with a subject not unrelated to yourself Kurt. I''ll have more questions for you once this incident is under control."

    Way to play the ''mysterious investigator'' lady.

    Regional Chief Anabel leaves us to watch the procedure. Twenty minutes later Lacy and Jane show up. It''s another hour before a nurse brings us down to talk to the big bird.

    Lillie looks between us and Zapdos, "We''re done here, now we just need the girl to relax for a few days. Agitating the burns might cause her to get infections and then she''ll lose even more feathers."

    Zapdos looks offended but Naomi soothes her by rubbing her cheek.

    The Doctor starts removing all the rubber gear, "That''s right, unless you wanna look like a plucked dinner, you need to stay here. We''ll close off a section of the lobby atrium for you to roost."

    Maybe this gal can give me a straight answer, "Know anyone with a Black Charizard?"

    "Azure Charizard," she frowns, "Regular Charizards can be black in color. You were attacked by the dragon, mega variant. But yes, the rumored boss of what''s left of Team Ultra Flare has one."

    "No name?" Not that ''Ultra Flare'' isn''t already too anime.

    "We don''t usually use their names out of respect for¡­" Her green eyes roll, "Fuck it, the jackass is named Alain. Since you seem confused, Alola has wormholes to alternate realities or timelines."

    The shit?!

    "Normally," she continues, "Nothing happens, they come in any size or duration, maybe a weird pokemon sneaks in. Occasionally something worse. The Alain of this world died a few years back anyway so he won''t be able to voice an objection."

    Right so evil twin stuff, "You seem pretty riled up, Director."

    If looks could kill I''d be ducking for cover behind the Zapdos right now.

    Director Lillie just storms off.

    Naomi from behind me speaks up, "I''m pretty sure she had an older brother. Criminals don''t fight like it''s just another trainer battle."

    Well¡­ "Let''s go," looking at the electrical hazard version of a sesame street character, "We''ll get Zapra somewhere quiet like the director said then get back to the hotel. I''m sure everyone else is still riled up."

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 Chapter 50 - Existential Beaches

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    Turns out nearly everyone went straight to their rooms. The temple-like lobby only has one of the other teams still present.

    Chatting on the marble floors beside a towering pillar are the Kanto Royals and a native woman who clearly resembles Crystal. Her long hair shows signs of greying but flecks of green can be seen in the bright hotel lights. She''s wearing some sort of islander spin off of what should be a lavender kimono that reveals a bit too much leg.

    She struts over at the sight of us, "You must be Kurt, thank you so much for your efforts that brought my little gem safely home. I''m Olivia by the way, one of the Alola elite four."

    "Well, I shouldn''t take too much credit away from the Tapu, but it''s nice to meet you," I point to her ''Little Gem'', "You''ve got quite the daughter, you know. Always the reasonable one of that trio."

    Her smile couldn''t possibly contain more pride, "She''s the brightest jewel of my life. Stop by our shop on your way to the Aether Lab, as one of the board members I know you have an appointment the day after tomorrow."

    She leads the girls out who each give their own version of a thank you, Crystal''s big genuine hug, Iris being weirdly shy, and Grace offering a firm handshake that lacks any semblance of femininity.

    Lacy pokes my side as we watch them go, "Do I need to beware of older women stealing my man?"

    Olivia?

    "I guess you wouldn''t know what the term ''Cougar'' means," I chuckle, "What do you call an older gal that¡­" right Naomi is still here, "Dates younger men¡­ I mean much younger."

    My fianc¨¦ arches a brow but Jane has the answer, "A Liepard."

    Lacy swats the younger redhead, before guiding Naomi to the check in area. The poor girl is still a bit out of it. To a point that when we get to our penthouse suite, she has to share a bed with Jane just to finally pass out from exhaustion.

    The suite is pretty damn fancy, hell, there''s a deck lounge that looks over the entire southern half of the island. All the exterior walls are curved glass, like a transparent aircraft hanger. Along with the hyper modern d¨¦cor, the Wattson Suite is true to form.

    From the balcony I can have an Old Amber drink and watch the late evening beach goers enjoying campfires. Acoustic guitar music drifts all the way up here, and in one area I can see trainers battling on a set field complete with bleachers.

    Lacy slips her arm around me and rests her head on my shoulder, "You doing alright Mr. Hero?"

    "Me? I''m fine, a bit nervous about the super cop coming to ask questions I can''t answer, but about the Zekrom, I''ll be okay. The adrenaline is long gone thankfully." Glancing down into her golden eyes, "What about you?"

    Her eyes close as she lets out a long breath, "That pilot was seconds from bleeding out, nothing I could do in that moment."

    "Hold on, I''m sure in that case that every little thing you did helped her hold on until the Tapu,"

    "That''s just it Kurt," she pinches my side, "I know what you are saying, and sure, you''re absolutely right. That doesn''t change the fact that once more some absurdly powerful pokemon just swooped in and changed the situation however they saw fit."

    "True," No doubt about it, but, "thankfully in this case."

    She reluctantly nods, "I''m not ungrateful, as I''m sure that pilot would agree."

    I can see her mind wandering far past the ocean view and give her side a squeeze to continue.

    "I worked so hard," there''s the shadow of tears in her eyes, "I got my doctorate, I save as many as I can! Yet still, every year I see people absolutely ravaged by pokemon. All while seeing endless news coverage of pokemon and trainers miraculously saving the lives of families, towns¡­ and now our stupid plane copter thing."

    Lacy searches around as if looking for something to throw over the side of the balcony, "Does nothing I do amount to more than a drop in the bucket compared to the random chance a pokemon decides to be helpful?!"

    Finally she just grabs a pillow but by the time it''s over her head she''s already scoffed at her own antics, "Futility, everything humans do without pokemon is an exercise in futility."

    No, not at all, "There are no pokemon where I come from. Humans did everything from build nations to visit the moon, no fancy magical creatures involved. The same thing here, each region slowly advances by their own sweat and blood."

    Before she dismisses that as just a nice story, "The difference in this world, is that at least some aspect of the greater workings behind it all wish to see humans flourish, hand in hand with the other inhabitants of this world¡­ Where I''m from animals get slaughtered to extinction or lose habitat until the only food source remaining for them are the humans that took their land."

    Probably thinking of getting eaten by Cindy''s Pyroar, Lacy shudders before calming back down, that consistently cooler head prevailing.

    "Fine, better the Darkrai you know then." She looks out over the water again, "You know not every region maintains contact with the rest¡­ I feel our world is so behind yours."

    "War," I won''t let her think this place isn''t a paradise, "My world is constantly in a state of slaughter. I''d take the peace of this world every time, even if it''s enforced by crazy space animals."

    She plops onto the sofa, "I don''t hate pokemon Kurt¡­ Maybe it''s just time I gave up trying to keep them out of my life. Actually train Archy, catch a pokemon for myself, Arceus, I''ve never even fought a trainer battle."

    I collapse next to her, "Well that settles it, tomorrow you''re catching a pokemon!"

    A light punch to my shoulder, "Don''t make light of it! Really, I''m going to dial in Archy''s moves and work with my Leafon, I just need to catch a pokemon for the Battle Tower invitational in five days."

    Right, the mini tournament for locals to challenge visiting trainers. We''re all participating, Naomi mentioned that one of the requirements was to use one locally caught pokemon in a team of three.

    "I''ll be cheering you on," I pull her close and lay back on the likely super overpriced sofa on this balcony under the stars and with a view of the vast ocean in the night.

    Her lips gently kiss my neck, "You better, or you''ll be missing couches this soft for a month."

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    It''s some god awful early when the sunrise hits me square in the face to wake Lacy and I up.

    She grumbles out a, "Coffee," and shuffles towards the kitchen,

    I start looking for my bag in my room and my phone to figure out what we''re doing this morning when I find my Tirtouga with her head buried in my backpack.

    "Zilla, what are you doing?"

    The small blue head comes out with something red in her beak.

    "Ah, Drop it!" stern as I sound she just tries to shuffle away.

    It''s not hard to catch a turtle.

    Her eyes glare at me as I set her on her back and examine the red star piece gem for any damage, "This is not a snack," the sharp edges would probably shred her stomach, "We''ll go down to the beach to play in a bit, let''s get some food."

    All my other pokemon except Blue are still asleep. The little ghost pokemon has a pencil and paper from the desk in the room and is messily planning a new sand castle.

    "How about I help you today buddy, Zilla and Tesla too."

    He gives a quiet giggle in excitement, oddly considerate of the still sleeping pokemon in this massive room. Shak is on another fake tree perch, though this one doesn''t bend. My Joltik is in a nest of blankets with my Sandshrew. Last my Skrelp is snoozing in a floor to ceiling pool and live wall display that frankly is just stunning.

    Skrelp''s eyes pop open as she senses me approach.

    "Good morning little lady, I never did give you a name, did I."

    She uses a bit of rock to scratch at her leafy scales and shakes her head.

    Honestly I''m not great at names and nothing inspiring comes to mind but looking up Dragalge I do finally get an idea, "How about Nessie?"

    Her little head excitedly bobs.

    The other girls meet Lacy and I for a quiet pancake breakfast before we head for the elevator.

    "Naomi," I flick her ear to make her take out the ear buds blasting music loud enough for me to hear, "How ya feeling this morning?"

    Rubbing her ear, "I''m alright, Father and Grandfather arrived late last night. Father stopped by to check on me, before storming off to tear apart the Zekrom. Grandpa is with Zapra."

    "So is today all about the beach?"

    She nods in affirmative, "We''ll basically be looking to catch local pokemon and interact with other hotel guests. Gabby wants some shots of us acting like normal tourists, or so she says."

    Personally I think a chill day is perfect after yesterday''s nonsense.

    Hmm, "Is the Jolteon at the dock? I''d like to grab some snorkel gear."

    "No, Father sent the boat out to comb for any debris from the Zekrom that got pulled out with the tide."

    Alright I guess I''ll swim later.

    Which is probably fine as the beach looks packed. Even this early I can see people lounging in deck chairs, fisherman on a little pier, and even trainers working out with their pokemon.

    One such group is May''s team doing some warm up stretches in the sand. Her Grotle doing his own stretches beside her. Vermilya is showing a bipedal otter, Dewott, how to follow along. The nerdy girl who I think was named Patricia is stretching her arms beside a similarly upright yellow fox, Braixen.

    Lastly the girl who was once all muddy but now cleaned up, she''s got a weird frog thing my dex calls a Croagunk. I''ll have to actually learn her name at some point.

    "Alright, guess we''re gonna need to head up the beach to find wild pokemon."

    It''s not too far, even just ten minutes and we start to see some promising rocky outcroppings and potential tidal areas.

    First to score a potential new pokemon is Jane, who finds a Wimpod. Now initially I looked up the bug and was like, ''Why?'' However it turns out the creepy big arthropod evolves into a six foot samurai/hockey goalie monster. And, this one is a different color than the picture.

    "Human shiny charm strikes again I guess?" I suppose this thing will look pretty cool once its white and red armor gets my height.

    Crooky shows the bug who''s boss, just in time for Naomi to find a Corsola. The little thing looks like a horned pig made out of branching corals. While Naomi pouts that this one isn''t shiny, the dex says they live in colonies.

    "Naomi if we come back with the boat and search around a bit offshore I bet we can find a ton more. Odds practically guarantee there will be some uniquely colored ones."

    Next pokemon is nearly an hour later when Lacy finally finds a pokemon she wants.

    ...it''s a sea anemone? Just under a foot tall and clinging to a rock as the tide goes further out.

    "So uh, why this thing? I bet those barbs burn like hell."

    She uses a stick to point at the unmoving pokemon, "I''ve treated these a couple times, they make you want to claw off your own skin. Plus it''s kind of cute."

    I totally heard that last part which was more of a mumble. Regardless, Archy actually makes easy work of capturing it, flinging rocks and dodging the tentacles.

    Lacy seems contemplative about her first real catch, I can only be supportive and hope she''s happy with her decision.

    Which just leaves me, the one that already has a full team including two water pokemon. So I pass on the few fish pokemon and colorful birds. Then, treasure hunter Blue shrieks with delight at a lonely little sand castle, complete with abandoned shovel.

    He reaches for the shovel only to be blasted in the face with a spray of sand.

    Dexa pings, ''Sandygast."

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 Chapter 51 - Kingdoms of Sand

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    As the two ghosts square off on the beach like gunfighters waiting to see who draws first, the moment is interrupted by a yell from across the beach.

    A familiar woman''s voice, "Dammit Kurt! You wait right there." Gabby and her cameraman are jogging our way, "Ty get set up with the tide in the background, I want a slight angle from Kurt''s side of the battle."

    Looking over to Naomi, "I think you forgot something again."

    Her angry pout is enough to tell me she just doesn''t care today.

    Honestly, that''s fine given last night, but it means I''ve got some slack to pick up¡­

    While Ty is wrangling his tripod I call over to the little haunted sandcastle, "Hey bud, do you know more Sandygasts? Let''s have a big sand fight!"

    The little pile sand shuffles in place a bit before a conch is dragged up from beneath the surface. A mournful howl echoes across the waves as the pokemon blows into the shell.

    It takes a few minutes, long enough for the camera to be ready to record, but a second Sandygast does arrive, and then a third. Each one is a slightly different shade of sand. Before long a large wave crashes on the beach, and in its wake is a layer of black sand.

    All the dark grains swirl together in a waist high dust devil. When the dust clears, a single, black sand tower remains. I can tell it''s probably from a beach closer to the volcano.

    Checking the dex, there are no known ways to tell if a Sandygast is shiny, they take whatever sand is available at the beach they live on. So it''s similar to my Phantump. Furthermore this specimen is nearly evolved to it''s Palossand form.

    "Well, they have four," looking at my teammates, "Jane, can I borrow your Sandile?"

    I also bring out my Sandshrew, Rusty, and my Tirtouga, Zilla.

    "Alright team, huddle up," as our squad puts our heads together I notice the Sandygasts doing the same, centered around their big bro. "Alright, Blue, you''re our construction boss, Rusty and Crooky are your diggers and shapers. Zilla you''re our anti air, any sand launched our way, you spray down. Alright, let''s win this!"

    Our opponents have definitely caught on and are taking up formation, "Good sports for something the dex says eats souls."

    Gabby seems fascinated, "Well they are made by children''s abandoned toys." She steps to the middle of the two teams, "Alright the two teams will each create a castle in the sand, whichever team knocks over the other''s, wins. Ready?"

    Blue giggles, and the Sandygasts smack a coconut shell against a rock.

    Jane mutters, "This is crazy."

    Ty laughs, "none of them are over waist high, it''s like kids playing."

    "Start!"

    Blue begins by sprouting up the wooden frame of his sand fort, a square tower surrounded by a round wall. Sandshrew starts plowing a moat with my turtle bringing a canal of water up from the tide. Sandile is packing dirt into the central tower, it''s looking to be about four feet tall.

    Meanwhile the sand ghosts are shifting their bodies to form a wedge of towers around the central one. Knee high walls connect each Sandygast tower and from the tops I can see little sand cannons forming

    "Incoming Zilla! Blue ya need to skip the gardens and get with the siege weapons."

    Three sand balls fly across the beach, two get shot down by Zilla''s water gun while the third pegs Jane''s Sandile in the face.

    The surly croc thumps his tail and continues to pack sand into walls while leering across the battlefield.

    Blue starts sprouting miniature palm trees with walnut sized coconuts and shows Rusty how to bend them back like a spoon at school lunch¡­. Or I guess a catapult if you stretch your imagination.

    It doesn''t take long before none of us are quite sure what to say as barrage after barrage of sand and wood are flinging back and forth across the battlefield. At some point Blue found actual coconut shells and now all four of our team are sporting makeshift helmets.

    Just when it seems like Blue is getting tired from growing so many sprouts and Zilla is running out of breath, tiny green spores start to float up from the enemy sand castle.

    Jane whispers, "Is using Leech Seed like this cheating?"

    Gabby, who''s been excitedly narrating the match to her camera this whole time, "Everyone''s favorite trickster might have been called out for playing dirty as I see the opponent Sandygasts are attempting to use Shadow Ball. That move is a bit above their level but with their combined power they might just pull it off!"

    Crooky helps Rusty dig under the sand for safety while Zilla withdraws into her shell. Blue however begins a childish version of a maniacal laugh as the melon sized black orb blasts across the beach straight towards him atop his central tower.

    Just before impact, his entire tower shifts to the side revealing a four foot tall palm with a boulder wrapped in vines.

    The Shadow Ball impacts the palm, bending it back. Blue waves his little shadow hand in a firing motion. The palm whips forward, flinging a rock the size of a beach ball.

    Gabby is gripping her mic, "Yes, moving your castle is definitely cheating, but no one told Blue that."

    Rock crushes black sand as the larger Sandygast gets smattered across the beach.

    No time like when it''s just taken a big hit!

    I ready one of my ridiculous supply of Lure Balls.

    "Kurt!" Naomi smacks the ball out of my hand and replaces it with a black and gold Ultra Ball.

    "Thanks!" I throw.

    My new Ultra Ball lands and begins to vacuum up all the black sand.

    One shake¡­

    Two¡­

    Ding!

    "Haha, Nice!" I give Naomi a high five as the girl looks caught up in the excitement of the moment.

    Gabby steps infront of the camera showing the sulking Sandygasts and celebrating Team Blue, "Well that might have been one of the most irregular pokemon captures I''ve ever seen. Congratulations to the ever entertaining Kurt and his Rebels."

    I congratulate each of our pokemon and promise snacks on me later before dashing over and grabbing the Ultra Ball one of the Sandygasts was inching towards.

    "Sorry buds, this one is coming with me," seeing the wilting little sandcastles, I do feel kind of bad, "Don''t worry I''ve got a nice private beach all picked out for it back home."

    Mollified or not they drift away up the beach.

    Ty starts getting ready to move while Gabby walks over, "So, I see Kurt has his local catch, anyone else still catching pokemon this morning? When you''re done I bet some of the other trainers would love to battle, we could get some great footage."

    Shaking my head, "Naomi still needs to catch something, maybe we''ll head inland a bit of the way back. After that I think we''ll go check in on the Zapdos."

    Noami eagerly nods at getting to see her protector, so much that I think we may as well just head there.

    Glancing again at my new Pokemon, "Didn''t think my Lure ball was up to it, eh Princess?"

    Realising I was talking to her, Noami actually snorts, "Mr. Kurt, just cause you have dozens of one ball doesn''t mean you should risk losing a quality pokemon. That Sandygast is probably near the same level as your Golbat."

    I open my dex app and begin to register my pokemon, I note that the ball clicks to the locked mode as I already have a full team. As always I can still force it open but that would signal the local rangers like dialing 911. I can even change it from automatic to letting me pick a pokemon from my team to lock in my official league app.

    Anyway the dex does start giving me some preliminary info, more so than normal thanks to the higher quality Pokeball.

    This Sandygast has an estimated level in the low 30s, the volcanic sand slows it down but increases its resistance to steel type attacks while lessening it''s weakness to water.

    Guess I should stock up on enough black sand to help it grow into Palossand before we leave¡­ Honestly this guy is so case s?ns?t?v? on where I can use it that it''ll just chill in Rustboro most of the time.

    He''ll give me an advantage at the Rustboro gym and probably Lavaridge depending on their gym arenas. Maybe the Mosh, but definitely not Fortree, I don''t know what''s in Mossdeep, or Sootopolis¡­ I guess we''ll see, maybe this guy will be awesome. I just thought he''d go great at my future lighthouse.

    The boardwalk on the way back is lined with food stalls and drink shacks. I can''t help but feel this whole experience is getting dragged down by yesterday''s problems.

    Well, that might be na?ve of me, who ever wanted to bring us down would clearly still want to come after us. What a pain in the ?ss.

    I muster up a fresh sense of vigilance as we navigate the beach crowds while trying not to be obvious to the kids, Lacy clearly notices me checking every person we pass. Her hand grips mine and doesn''t let go until we''re back in front of the hotel.

    It''s no problem to arrange a ride, Naomi refuses to let Gabby and Ty get her injured Zapdos on film. The camera couple take it in stride and opt to go get some shots of the other teams. The shuttle to the Pokemon Center is a quiet ride.

    Naomi is practically running out the door as soon as we come to a stop. I hand Lacy the balls for the three pokemon I used this morning plus my new Sandygast.

    "Get them checked in and meet us upstairs please, can''t let the brat out of my sight right now."

    Maybe my concern is overboard once I notice several Wattson Company trainers standing security by the elevator. I don''t think I should be seen as taking it easy on the job right now. I catch up to Naomi just in time to join her on the lift.

    Even before our doors open I can hear shouting.

    "I told you this would happen! You can never ?ssume anything is 100% guaranteed when it comes to legendary pokemon."

    "Father this has nothing to do with Zapra, this is sabotage!"

    We step out onto the balcony overlooking the lobby below, the two senior Wattson men stop yelling and look at their little princess with far more concern than when I last saw these two at the restaurant.

    Nearby, in a makeshift nest of palm leaves, Zapdos chirps with excitement. Sparks shower across the floor causing Mayor Wattson to hop away or risk burns on his dress shoes. The grandfather just let''s it spray across his boots.

    "Naomi dear, are you feeling better this morning?" The old timer pulls his grandchild into a hug while Zapra squawks impatiently.

    Wattson Sr. chuckles and ushers Naomi forward so Zapra can inspect her adopted chick. I can actually spot new feathers already growing in the treated areas.

    Mayor Wattson shakes my hand, "Damn fine work bringing in the Zekrom safe Kurt, damn fine."

    Are you more worried about your toy or your kid guy?

    "Of course, although now I have a nosey investigator looking to interrogate me as soon as she gets time."

    He laughs, "Don''t stress over Abby, she''s a sweetheart. Still, I''m impressed you knew how to fly my bird."

    "You and me both," remembering the shouting from a moment ago, "So, sabotage?"

    Sighing, "It seems one of our lead technicians took a spur of the moment vacation just after you took off from Mauville. We''re still looking for him."

    Seems my day job is getting more complicated, "Sounds like I should be asking for a raise."

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 Chapter 52 - Dazzling Revelations

    A/N: In airport to Hawaii, so didn''t get much proofing, will edit when I get home next week along with some pics. Cheers!

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    Heading into the afternoon we decided against battling other teams in earnest and did kind of a big group training of the youngest pokemon. My Sandshrew, Lacy''s Leafeon, Jane''s Venipede, Naomi''s Ralts and Mienfoo all got to compete in little beach competitions against the other teams like races and tag.

    Dawn''s team brought out her Bagon, the one I caught apparently, Ed boy''s Rookidee, and Tommy''s Phanpy.

    May and her girls are working with her newly caught Stufful, the living pink teddy bear, a slime called Goomy, a small horse, Mudbray, and an Oshawott.

    Honestly, it''s all fun and games until the baby horse stomps flat the slime ball and accidentally kicks the venipede into the water. I manage to rein it in before Ralts gets kicked as well. Of Course I finally learned the scrappy orphan''s name, Juanita, or Nita, from Slateport.

    The other thing I learned, Nita reeeeally hates rich kids, or maybe she just can''t help scowling at Naomi constantly.

    Thankfully I get a break from hypercompetitive teens when the breeder ranch calls, "This is Kurt."

    Lydia Moss is in all business mode, "Solid work on the Swablu and Bagon, I have another commission for you on Akala if you''re interested."

    No ''gee I''m glad you survived an attack!'' tho I guess news might not have reached the workaholic. "Sure what have you got, mind I don''t have a lot of free time here."

    "No worries, it''s all over the TV promos that your team will be at Wela Park this week for the race."

    "Our branch partners in Lavaridge need some fresh Fire types. Are you familiar with genetic diversity? Anyway, I''ll text you a list and anything you can catch off of it would be appreciated."

    Hold on, "Let''s talk poke."

    "10k per."

    Nice joke, remember it''s practically yen, "Ya that''ll fill the fridge for a weekend. How about 50?"

    I can hear her choke on whatever she was drinking, "15!"

    Almost, "40."

    "25, and not a dime more each!" She sounds angry.

    "Okay, 25k each but I need an enclosure at your ranch. When I get back, we can talk long term."

    A long breath, "Look you''ve only been on the scene for a minute, I can comp you boarding if you need it but finish out the season before we negotiate long term stuff."

    Fair enough, "Alright send the list."

    We hang up and a minute later I have a list of pokemon to catch; as many Salandit as reasonable, at least two Fletchling, a female Magby or Magmar, finally one female from the Tepig line.

    Lacy looks at the list over my shoulder and rolls her eyes, "Burns are the worst, well maybe after poison."

    "I believe it." Thinking of our talk last night, "The pokemon though, a lot of the fire types seem cool, there must be one you wouldn''t mind."

    She shrugs but pauses looking at the beach.

    Checking her line of sight I spot that nerd girl, Patricia, actually teaching her Braxen to use her firespin like a hula hoop.

    Looking back at Lacy, "I could see you with a fire fox."

    "Well," she''s at least thinking about it, "Delphox can actually cure burns, so that would be really helpful."

    Right, "And I''m sure those big fluffy ears didn''t sway you at all."

    She swats my arm, "shut up, they''re adorable!"

    The next day has me once more shooing Zilla from my pack before we hop in a rental jeep. Naomi is back in form after being reassured that Zapdos is healing up rapidly and will be just fine.

    Our first stop is just ten minutes from the hotel in Heahea city. A tourist town for sure, with two more hotels and a cruise ship pier. I can see a fisherman''s wharf and the seafood restaurants that come with it.

    Taking another look around, this whole little commercial area might be one big pier. Across the bay I can see what looks like a neighborhood of more traditional styled homes. Locals must commute here to work and this keeps the tourists off their lawns.

    Olivia''s shop turns out to be a massive corner store, four floors with all glass walls. The sunlight enters the skylights inside and reflects off of prismatic chandeliers that make all the window displays glitter. Rows upon rows of fine jewelry and gemstone decor set against white marble counters.

    Just when I''m wondering about security I spot a Solrock floating among the rafters of the vaulted ceiling. Looking around as we step in I can spot a few floating geodes with eyes glancing my way...Carbinks. Apparently they have a rare evolution to a mythic that if anyone knows how to make happen, they haven''t shared.

    Crystal is sitting on one of the counters and spots us entering, "Mom, Kurt and his team are here."

    Grace and Iris'' heads pop over a balcony above us, Iris hides back away.

    Ash''s girl just says, "What''s up."

    Olivia also glances down from the third floor, "Be right down."

    "Quite the collection you have here maim." It really is a stunning display.

    Her arms wave at it all, "It didn''t come without hard work. Before we talk about your lab appointment, is there anything in here that catches your eye? I certainly owe you."

    While Naomi darts off dragging Jane, Lacy just shrugs. I don''t think I''ve ever seen her wear more than the gold hoops at the mosh after dinner.

    But there is one thing, I pull out the red star piece Zilla is obsessed with.

    "My Tirtouga keeps trying to eat this, I found it in a pile of pirate treasure."

    The Elite four member looks at me as if expecting a punch line while the rowdy Grace pops back out, "Did you say Pirate treasure?!"

    "Yup, hidden cave on Dewford. I''ll be helping Hoenn''s Oceanographic Institute recover the ship later next month."

    Jane starts telling the other girls the story while Lacy and I follow Olivia towards a work bench near the back.

    While using an eyepiece to inspect the red gem, "Can I see your Tirtouga?"

    She points to an area with enough space after some of her employees scoot their chairs aside.

    Olivia squats down, careful to keep her dark hair off the floor as she feels the ridges of Zilla''s shell, then she actually gives the turtle my gem. Fortunately the reptile is still unsuccessful at crunching it down¡­ or damaging it at all for that matter.

    As Olivia then shows me, "See, not a scratch. This isn''t a normal star piece for all they are rare, and your pokemon has my cousin''s handiwork written all over it."

    Lacy doesn''t let that slide, "That awful harpy, is your cousin?!"

    "Shelly," Olivia rolls her eyes, "Is a bit of a black wooloo in the family. Regardless, yes, you can already feel how this Tirtouga has sharper edges in lines that are usually smooth. She has micro serrations along the sides of her shell, and the keratin on the upper beak comes to a corner over the eye instead of a rounded curve."

    "Small variations," I can see what she''s talking about as I compare it to the dex app database, "I''m guessing they''ll become more pronounced as she gets closer to evolving, but what does this have to do with the Star Piece?"

    Turning towards a monitor she types a command causing a nearby big screen to stop displaying ads for her shop and instead show a map of an unfamiliar region along with a row of pokemon images scrolling across the bottom. Each one familiar yet different.

    Lacy knows something I don''t, "That crazy bitch is going to bring down Arceus'' wraith."

    Oliva turns back to me, "I take it you''re unfamiliar with the Galar region? Ah, your file did mention amnesia." She points to an image of a pokemon scrolling by, "This is Gigantamax Blastoise and Drednaw."

    The image changes to what amounts to a Kaiju battle in a massive stadium, "In Galar, an extraterrestrial pokemon called Eternatus once crashed down thousands of years ago. An aberration that is kept heavily sealed away, yet there''s no real way of containing the energy it emits."

    Right space aliens, "So that energy makes pokemon grow to monster size?"

    "Not exactly," She changes the image to show not quite as summer blockbuster large pokemon, "After the last time the aberration was sealed, it became impossible for that degree of energy projection even in the specialized arenas. Yet it remains that there is a chance pokemon born in the Galar region are more likely to carry the titan gene that promotes such rapid growth."

    "How does that work in the wild?"

    She changes the image to a large water spider in a pond surrounded by smaller ones, "It''s actually similar to totem pokemon here in Alola. The Titans act as sort of an alpha figure to a large herd of similar pokemon who support it''s dietary needs like a hive."

    Another image, this one of a mountainous Torterra, "The PCL lab in Ryme City used genetic modification based on studies of Totem and Gigantamax pokemon to create these behemoths. Two died of starvation, the last is in deep hibernation."

    Finally she holds up the red gem, "This is a chunk of Eternatus. Your Tirtouga''s DNA sampling for fossil reconstruction was taken from the three big turtles I''ve just shown you."

    Sooo we''re go for Godzilla?

    Lacy with the responsible ?du?t question, "So is it safe?"

    Olivia pats Zilla''s head and gives her some chin scritches, "As long as you keep her happy. Which probably includes letting her chew on her favorite rock as a reward. Like a salt lick. Besides, what research Shelly turned over showed she was trying to rein it down to something more manageable."

    Grace leans over the counter to watch my turtle, "You''re saying all this like it''s not a massive revelation that might bring the NOPE down on us."

    Right, the apparently not so secret, Natural Order Pokemon Enforcers.

    The older woman sits down while smoothing her dress, "I''ll have you check out the sub level lab today. Your darling Zilla has an Auntie that merits visiting. Along that line, may I see your Sandshrew?"

    Rusty is popular with the girls, how could a palm sized anteater not be.

    I pull Naomi aside with Grace and Oliva, "Look, how common is this sort of thing? I feel like it''s one giant secret after another if I include Evil Alain from an alternate timeline."

    Grace just laughs while Oliva rolls her eyes.

    Naomi has something useful to say, "Pokemon can do anything Kurt. It''s fun while my Floette dances with flower petals but you saw our Zapdos create a Thousand Bolt Storm."

    Olivia nods, "The legendary birds are actually on the lower end of mythic power. She''s right Kurt, if you can imagine it, there''s probably a pokemon that can do it, even if we haven''t discovered it yet or it''s in a reclusive region."

    I give another glance toward the screen showing the mountain sized turtles. I''m not paying for that much pokemon food.

    "I really need that raise."

    Grace smacks my back, "You know the grand prize in each region''s annual tournaments are percentages of the leagues profit for the season?"

    Ah, "I do now."

    The little punk laughs, "We''ll it''s mine so don''t get your hopes up. Wela race is the day after tomorrow, I''ll show you the gap between our teams."

    Olivia flicks the braggart, "It''s time for you to get up to the lab Kurt, it''s a thirty minute drive."

    Back in the car, Naomi presents Jane with a set of ruby ear gauges shaped like talons or claws.

    Looking at my girl, "Sorry we didn''t get you anything."

    She laughs and punches my arm, "Who had time to think about that? But I wouldn''t mind some new earrings for our wedding."

    A small grin paints her lips as she leans on my arm for a moment.

    Right, wedding.... that''s what getting engaged involves. When the hell are we supposed to do that?!

 Chapter 53 - Island Drive

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    As I spin the wheel to pull out from my parking spot in front of Olivia''s shop, I''m suddenly cut off by another jeep. Not only does this ?sshole park right in front of me, half blocking the road still, he jumps out and runs inside.

    I b?r?ly have a moment to realize the identity of the man with deeply tanned skin and practically closed eyes when he comes crashing back out, shattering the glass door of the jewel shop.

    Olivia''s heels click against the sidewalk and crunch glass as she stands over Brock, "You''re late."

    He raises his hands in surrender, "Olivia, yes, can we head back inside?"

    "No," her pointed shoes step between his legs, dangerously close to something important, "In fact, if you don''t find the man that attacked our daughter by the end of the week, I''ll request to revoke your custody rights."

    "Mom!" Crystal runs out only to stop before stepping on any broken glass, "I''m sure Dad will do all he can, let''s not blow this up anymore."

    Riiiiight, I lean out my window, "Ahem."

    Olivia just arches her brow at me while Brock scoots back slowly, Crystal mouths the word ''Help Please!''

    "Sir, you''ve blocked me in. We''re in a bit of a hurry to make an appointment."

    "Ah!" He carefully gets up and gets back into his car.

    The angry woman smooths her outfit, "You have a busy week Mr. Kurt, but if you spot my ex slacking off... I hear you''re good at punching faces."

    If I had a hat I''d tip it, "I''ll keep an eye out."

    Brock takes off down the road with a sketchy U-turn, I follow suit at a more reasonable speed. I see him turn towards the crash site up ahead, we''re headed the opposite way today.

    The road north out of town is lined with flowering trees of every color imaginable and the occasional grass type living among the branches. With my phone connected to our ride It shows pokemon we''re passing by. One of which, a Comfey, is this tiny little sprite chaining flowers together like a kite tail.

    "That one seems right up your alley Naomi."

    "Um," she sighs, "Yes, sort of¡­"

    Her look goes from pouting to angry, "That''s cute, and yes, I want it, alright? But not now!"

    Taking another look at the tiny things drifting among the trees, "They don''t help your team strength problem, right?"

    "Exactly!" she slumps in her seat, "What I want and what I need aren''t lining up."

    I can''t help laughing, "Big problems for a thirteen year old."

    Lacy softly nudges my side.

    "What I mean is," pulling over the car so I can look at the young girl, "You don''t need to worry about it that much. I don''t normally advocate this kind of thing, but what''s actually stopping you from catching that pokemon¡­ Really?"

    After mulling it over for a second, "What will viewers say if they see me using a bunch of dainty, little, flower covered pokemon?"

    "Screw em!" spouts Jane, and I agree.

    "This is your life, your adventure Naomi. You dream of a fairy garden in Mauville," I point to the Comfey, "Make it happen."

    With a big exhale she nods, then reaches under the back seat for a slim, but wide case. She pulls out what looks like a pair of pokeballs tethered together.

    Jane explains as Watts gets out of the jeep, "Pretty sure those are Breeder Balls, supposed to allow a mated pair of pokemon to stay connected even in the ball. Not for battling obviously."

    Interestingly we watch from the car as Naomi strolls ahead for a bit before stopping at a tree blooming with lavender and aquamarine flowers.

    "Is she just going to talk a pair into hopping in the balls?"

    Lacy smiles, "Well, it''s easily the best way to capture and relocate a breeding pair. Also I suspect these pokemon living on the outskirts of town are all fairly young so attacking them at this stage would be very uncalled for."

    A couple minutes of what I ?ssume was a negotiation with the help of her Floette, and Naomi is skipping back to the car, "Hehe, Success!"

    A ping from the center dash display indicates a Passimian on our left and sure enough I spot a pair of white apes fighting over a bunch of fruit up in the trees.

    "Those on anyone''s wish list?"

    Shrugs all around and we keep going, the dex app pings a couple other pokemon, Morelull, Paras, Bellsprouts, Yungoos, more Comfey, finally a Fomantis that Naomi asks us to stop for.

    While I''m checking out an index of local pokemon, I swear I hear what sounds like a classic bugle call to charge.

    "Ah! Kurt!" Naomi yells from the trees b?r?ly ten yards away.

    Hoping out of the jeep I see a V formation of toucan pokemon preparing another barrage of seeds.

    With a dash I arrive just in time to pull Watts around a tree trunk as seeds pelt the bark like bullets from an automatic rifle. Ahead I spot a few seeds impact on the next tree with a bit more than a pellet gun. Checking the young girl in my arms, her jacket was left in the car and on her arm and shoulder I can see a small amount of blood leaking from three spots.

    "Well shit," I rotate us around the tree to keep cover while grabbing some pokeballs, "Tess and Blue, bring these birds down." Peeking at the car, "Jane, have your Onix shield you two!"

    Blue merges with the jungle and begins working with Tesla to create a mesh of vines and sparking webs. Already some of the dozen odd Trumbeaks begin bouncing off or getting caught while the rest look for openings to fire on us.

    I hear Naomi whisper, "It''s okay little gal, Kurt will scare them off."

    She''s trying to soothe a shaking little Fomantis in her arms.

    Right, I''ll get right on that, "Snag em up Blue, Tess keep aiming to paralyze them."

    Vines strike like snakes while my, not so little anymore, Joltik slings balls of sparking webbing into the flock. Each time a seed nearly hits her a tree root springs up to block the attack. Blue is showing off a bit today.

    A couple of birds smash through the mesh and dive for my bug pokemon.

    Naomi joins the battle, "Froosh, smash those bully birds!"

    With a flash of light her Mienfoo appears and performs a flying round house on the first bird. The second Trumbeak barrel rolls out of the way only to be met by my Joltik leaping onto it. Feathers fly as sparks light up the shadowy jungle floor.

    The remaining birds up above seem to give up as another bugle call sounds the retreat. On the jungle floor among the dense roots and vegetation, Mienfoo has one bird flailing about in a headlock while Tesla has the other stunned and wrapped in webbing.

    Walking up to the one struggling in the weasel''s arms, I bonk it on the head, "That''s enough you little jerk."

    It snaps at my finger and toots something from it''s beak that sounds like mocking laughter.

    Naomi walks up and sets down the Fomantis, "Use sweet scent."

    A dusting of pollen seems to spurt from the bulb on the little flower bug''s head and drift into the Trumbeak causing it to relax. Which means nothing stops Froosh from choking it out¡­ ya this feels weird.

    I toss great balls at both birds while Naomi opens a nest ball for her new grass type.

    Pulling up my Dex app I register both pokemon, apparently a male and female pair, "I''m guessing these are a bit aggressive to add to your fairy garden plan?"

    Naomi shakes her head while registering her new pokemon, "The Toucannon line is known to be mischievous, not violent. They eat berries, not bugs or plant types. Something must have wound them up."

    "Well," Jane and Lacy join us as I take a careful look around the surrounding jungle, "We can bring it up at the lab, I''m sure they have contracted trainers that can investigate. Let''s get out of here."

    Lacy climbs in the back seat with Naomi to dig out the seeds in her arm and wrap some bandages.

    Ya this is coming out of my pay.

    I give Tesla some scritches to which she chirps and rolls over for a belly scratch. Blue is admiring all the different flowering trees until I put them both back in their balls. The jeeps display doesn''t ping any nearby pokemon but that doesn''t eliminate the fact that something could be hiding in the endless ferns and vines.

    Deciding that''s enough delays, we make straight for the lab on the north shore. All eyes peeled to the surrounding greenery in case anything bigger decides to show up.

    Naomi uses that clever head of hers in a call with her father, "Of course I''m fine, I have one of the best pokemon related, emergency doctors in Hoenn sitting right next to me. I''m literally bleeding to make my dreams come true, stop standing in my way. I want that greenhouse wing added to the north west side, you know it''s just an empty field!"

    A pause before she continues, "Nonsense. Be honest, what is the annual revenue of the top floor park?"

    "Exactly, and I''m asking for something with only a fraction of the cost of the aquarium floors the board thought was such a grand idea."

    She sighs with a smile, "Thank you father, I''ll find an expert to spear head development while I''m here in Alola. I''ll see you for dinner so we can look at my idea board...oh, well we can¡­ of course."

    Rather than keep pushing for his involvement she just hangs up and turns towards the window.

    Lacy puts a hand on the young girl''s hand, "You know landscaping is my family''s original trade? I''d love to see what you have in mind."

    We exit the jungle to the sight of bright island sunshine and beautiful coastlines speckled with rocky tidal zones. Wingull flock along the white sand as a water spout from a Wailord plumes in the distance.

    In the rear view mirror I catch Naomi wiping a tear and smiling as she pulls the tablet out of her bag and begins showing something to my fianc¨¦.

    Jane elbows me and points ahead, "Kurt, is that the lab?! It''s insane!"

    Starting with a smaller building on shore, a highway sized tunnel extends out to an artificial island just off shore. More jungle and palms create a green ring around a glass dome lined with solar panels. Spires ring the facility with slowly rotating paddles that break up the larger surf, presumably doubling as additional power generation.

    "Okay, sure, but my Lighthouse idea may be invasive¡­"

    Naomi snorts, "You''re not wrong, this however is the compromise after the Tapu''s refused to allow another large building on the actual island. With the original Aether Paradise blasted to smithereens across the ocean floor, Alola needed a new lab, and under new management. Hence the League stepped in to enforce better control as well."

    It looks like one of those concept hotels always being half built in Dubai, "That means there''s also a gym here?"

    Jane hops in her seat a little, "Director Burnet''s Trench Badge is one of the rarest you''ll see in the worlds'' circuit! Battles can only be televised because the arena is a mile underwater!"

    Naomi nods, "There''s also a rookie gym in the conservatory dome."

    "Maybe we can check it out after our appointment for Sandshrew and whatever this secret turtle stuff is."

    Jane kicks in her seat a bit, unable to contain her excitement from looking on her phone, "We have to! Naomi!" she looks back, "Use your rich girl powers to get us on a sub, there''s a Trench match today!"

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 Chapter 54 - Variant

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    A guard at the tunnel entrance confirms my appointment before raising the security bar. Jane is practically vibrating in her seat after Naomi confirmed we''d be able to watch the world''s match in person.

    "The submersibles used here are actually one of my father''s designs," The young heiress reluctantly brags.

    Lacy is less than thrilled, "So were going a mile under water?"

    I''m trying very hard not to laugh, "Yes."

    As we enter the tunnel we can see the sandy beach beneath us, the road is transparent glass.

    "In a bubble like this?"

    "Yup," glancing back out of the corner of my eye, she''s choosing to look at the sky.

    A deep exhale, "Near a battle between some of the most powerful pokemon known to the public?"

    Jane sings, "That''s the big idea!"

    "Not helping," I flick Jane hard in the ribs.

    "Youch!" the punk rubs her side, "Hey Doc, there''s nothing saying you gotta come with us if it makes you that uncomfortable."

    "She''s right," Looking at my fianc¨¦''s face in the mirror, "You can tour the lab while we''re down there?"

    Lacy closes her eyes and takes one more deep breath before finally taking in the mind blowing sight of the space age laboratory just ahead of us, "No, we talked about this. I''m done hiding in my house from the world as it is."

    The tunnel ends by merging into what must be a massive roundabout that circles the entire atrium of the facility. Smaller electric cars dart about as people in lab coats transit from one area to the next. Just ahead however is a pull over zone and a front desk just like a hotel lobby.

    Calls of bird pokemon and more jungle residents like the ones we encountered on our way here fill the high glass, domed ceiling. Enough plants line the road and walls to put any botanical garden to shame. A rainbow of tropical flowers bloom from boxes framing the receptionist''s window.

    A dark skinned man with an impressive grey afro greets us, "Good morning, welcome to the Alola National Laboratory, can I get your names and reason for visit?"

    Did no one¡­. Ya know I''m gonna be a m?tur? ?du?t¡­ hopefully.

    "Pfft," Jane snort whispers, "Kurt, we''re visiting AN,"

    My hand covers her face, "Yes I''m Kurt from the Hoenn lab visiting in regards to the regional type variance study."

    Afro dude just raises a brow at the dumb teenager, "Riiight, they actually just called to see if you were here yet. Take these passes and head to terminal three and down one floor, look for the iceberg."

    While affixing our tags, Naomi approaches the counter, "We also have passes for the battle today under Wattson."

    That gets some genuine surprise, "Look at that, you do, Lucky! So the match is in two hours, just head back to terminal two after you''re done in three."

    Hopping back in the car I can''t help but glare at Jane, "Kid¡­ just hold it in till you''re back in the car next time."

    Lacy has a cheshire grin, "yes, now you can tell us all about your enthusiasm for the ANL."

    Naomi tilts her head, "You know about this lab Jane?"

    Facepalming I check my mirrors before pulling the jeep back onto the road. Terminal three appears to be the wing opposite the lab entrance on the large roundabout. Meanwhile the teen next to me is officially red from the neck up.

    Lacy checks Naomi''s bandages. "One of these is going to need stitches, young lady. I''ll fix it up while Kurt lets the white coats see Rusty."

    We pull over again and hop out. A Treeko is lounging in a flower box next to the escalators heading down.

    "I''m starting to think all the labs are like this?"

    Naomi points ahead at what looks like an arctic exhibit in a zoo, "Well, you can''t study pokemon without pokemon."

    A massive fake Iceberg sits in the middle of another domed laboratory...I think it''s fake? Either way it''s mostly hollow by the looks of the big cave caved out of it. I can see the Alolan variant of Sandslash and Sandshrews putting about the ice and snow. Also present are Alolan Vulpix and Ninetails, as well as a relaxing Dewgong. Actually it seems there are a couple ice types from other regions such as Amaura, Bergmite and Cubchoo.

    "Ah," A woman with deep violet hair and a pair of converse chucks under her lab coat dashes our way, "You must be Kurt right?!"

    Nodding, we gather up next to the iceberg as she shakes my hand, "I''m Sina, lead researcher here in the Snow Terminal. I can''t tell you how excited we''ve been for your Sandshrew today."

    "Why wait any longer then?" I open Rusty''s ball.

    The little guy has grown a bit already, almost reaching my knees. His rust colored plates shift as he stretches out, showing off his ash grey belly fur.

    "Oh, he''s adorable," Sina crouches down, "Hi buddy, how ya feeling?"

    "Shrew?" he chirps with a tilt of his head.

    A couple other lab folk walk over and one even takes a picture.

    Before my little guy balls up in nervousness I cough, "I''m sure you wanted to look at him with some proper equipment?" giving the intern with a phone out a stare.

    "Ahe...he, um," she swats at the intern, "Go double check exam room four, if one of you runts snuck in for lunch again you''ll be camping on the iceberg tonight!"

    I hear the sound of heels clicking tiles behind us, a husky woman''s voice, "What''s going on over here?"

    Sina waves towards the new arrival, "Kurt brought the Sandshrew I mentioned earlier. Kurt, this is Goh. She''s challenging Director Burnet today."

    This world level trainer b?r?ly comes up to my shoulder in height. She''s wearing black motorcycle leathers with purple highlights. It matches her dark tan skin and purple makeup along with the neon violet highlights on the shaved side of her hair.

    My mind can''t help but wonder why I never heard of a pokemon game based in a region with a black majority. This gal is clearly half black, half Asian in terms of earth.

    "We''re actually going to watch your battle after this."

    "Well, hopefully I put on a good show." she crouches down to check out Rusty, "You know if labs keep coming up with variants I''m never gonna¡­" she goes silent with a sigh.

    The intern comes back, "The examination room is ready."

    Lacy cuts in, "Actually do you have a medical room in this wing? I need to stitch up Miss Wattson here."

    Sina whips her head towards Naomi so fast I''m sure it hurt, "Of course, are you alright?! We have a full hospital in the first terminal but there is a first aid station here if that''s all you need."

    Doc Cutter waves her hand, "it was just a Trumbeak seed, I''ll fix it right up with a needle and thread."

    Naomi pouts, "Can''t it wait? I was going to ask about those Vulpix."

    Goh smiles at that, looking back while petting Rusty, "You need to be in top shape to be a top trainer. I actually have an Alolan Vulpix pup, we can talk about trading once you''re stitched up."

    "We''re just going to do a standard physical and aura scan to make sure everything is stable and see how Rusty compares to our local Sandshrew," Sina checks her watch, "We''ll be done in about thirty minutes."

    After ?ssuring Rusty enough to let him be carried away, albeit balled up, we take a seat back by the chilly iceberg exhibit. Something is nagging at the back of my mind but I''m not sure what it is.

    Fortunately Jane seems up to date on the top trainers, "Miss Goh, what was the biggest difference in your home dimension if you don''t mind me asking?"

    "No, it''s fine." She laughs, "Honestly, the biggest shock was meeting myself."

    "Ah," my teen disaster partner lowers her head, "Sorry, at least you got to meet him before he went missing?"

    "It''s okay," the walking cyberpunk gal looks at the many ice pokemon, "I think he''s still out chasing his dreams somewhere."

    "Kurt is from another dimension too!"

    My head whips towards the train wreck redhead that just blew my secret as an attempt to cheer up the woman in tight leather pants.

    I smack her upside the head, "Thanks Red. That intern got yelled at a bit ago, why don''t you cheer her up by spilling all of Naomi''s secrets?"

    Goh arches her brow, "I don''t think it''s worth keeping secret. Ultra space wormholes have been occurring in this version of Alola for decades. I was actually in Kalos when I got su?k?d up and spit out here seven years ago."

    Rubbing the scruff on my chin in exasperation, "Fine, whatever," thinking quickly, "I was in Unova."

    Jane can no longer hold back, "Are you excited for your match today?!"

    The pro trainer smirks, "I''ve done my homework, I think I''ll have a sizable advantage."

    I really don''t feel like sitting around while the teenager goes all fan girl.

    Standing up, "I''m gonna check on Lacy and the princess."

    Jane waves me off while Goh gives me a knowing smirk.

    Tracing back where I saw the intern leading them, I find Lacy finishing up with the hole in the arm of a quietly tearing up Naomi.

    The young girl hops off the table and runs over beside me before stopping. I can see emotions warring with upbringing in her glossy green eyes.

    "Come here kid," I sigh as she nearly jumps into my arms. It''s easy to forget she''s only thirteen sometimes.

    I ruffle her hair a little, "Go clean up, you were about to negotiate yourself an ice fox."

    Sniffles and mumbles, and she''s off to the bathroom.

    Lacy walks over from washing her hands, "Dad mode engaged huh?"

    Matching her teasing smile, "Wanna make it full time?"

    Her hands wander towards my ?h?st, "As long as you stop checking out every female pro you meet."

    Huh? Oh, "No haha, I was confused because of the whole dimensional variance thing."

    A suspicious brow, yet her hand drifts down, "Sure, that sounds like a fancy enough excuse." She flicks my d??k with a vengeance, "Let''s go make sure your pokemon isn''t freaking out."

    On one hand, it''s nice to have her feeling jealous over me, I won''t lie. But that really hurt.

    Rusty is doing just fine. In fact, he''s pestering the intern for more of whatever is in the bottle she''s trying to use to get him in position for what looks like a dental x-ray machine.

    Sina is reviewing a monitor showing, well, a live x-ray.

    "Everything connected how it''s supposed to?"

    The energetic researcher jumps a bit, "Jeez, give a girl a heart attack why don''t you."

    Lacy snorts, "I''d save ya."

    "I''m sure, but anyway, yes. In fact, your Sandshrew has more bone density than the local Sandshrew. Which I''m sure contributes to him being heavier overall." she looks back at the exam table and her struggling ?ssistant, "We''re done with the x ray Jen. Use a brush to take some scale dust samples."

    The poor girl looks at the bottle in her hands and the brush on the table and then back to the Sandshrew clawing at her sleeve.

    "I got it," I walk over and pull rust away and take the bottle. It smells like honey and milk.

    Lacy sits next to me, "It''s probably soy milk mixed with Combee honey."

    My little Sandshrew cheerily sucks at the bottle in my ??p while Intern Jen walks over with a sample bag and a thick bristle brush.

    It''s another twenty minutes of ?ssorted tests, sampling and other examinations before we wrap up. Time to meet back up with Jane and Goh.

    We find Naomi playing with a spiky furred, white Vulpix.

    I hear Goh talking excitedly on the phone with someone while looking at a Wattson business card, "Black carbon fiber for the fairings and panels. Something super comfy and purple for the seat. Can you put neon in the rims?"

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 Chapter 55 - Abyssal Apex

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    The first terminal of the ANL is a fully equipped, state of the art, hospital for both people and pokemon. Terminals three to six are research focused. Which leaves us walking through terminal two, which looks like the shopping and food court area of an airport.

    "Almost everything on display in these shops are produced here in the Lab. Some of it is still experimental while others are past success projects." Naomi is reading aloud the fun little pamphlet she picked up on our way in.

    Jane shivers, "Doesn''t that mean some of this stuff is risky?!"

    I flick her ear, "I doubt anything available to the public here hasn''t already gone through a ton of internal testing. You need more education, kid."

    Lacy squeezes my arm, "How much schooling is there where you''re from?"

    "Everyone is stuck, Monday to Friday, in classes until they are 18 or so. Then those that can afford the soul crushing debt go on to higher education for two to eight or possibly more years."

    Both younger girls look at me with very apparent fear.

    Jane gulps, "School into your twenties?!"

    Naomi sticks out her tongue in disgust, "What about you Kurt, I know you don''t remember specifics but any guesses?"

    Scratching my scruffy chin, "Well, one way to pay for higher education was to join the national military," spotting their confusion, "Like the rangers, you serve a number of years and they pay for your school while teaching you other stuff as well. I''m pretty sure I was in the navy at this point¡­ that''s the sea based branch."

    Lacy nods, "That could explain why you didn''t have an issue with those pirates."

    "Or flying my father''s Zekrom." Naomi adds.

    The red head snorts, "Or why your first choice is just a punch to the face."

    "Alright, alright, signs point to yes. Anyway," waving ahead of us, "Where are we supposed to catch a ride for this battle? We can go shopping after the fight, we need snacks and to make sure we don''t miss the sub."

    In a hallway on the lowest floor, underwater in fact, we walk past glass windows to the reef outside. At the end of the hall a number of submersibles are docked so their rear hatch is accessible.

    Each sub looks like a glass bottle on its side with equipment above and stabilizing parts below. Along the length of the interior are collapsible bench seats facing the sides. Already pilots can be seen prepping the small ???kpits at the front of three vehicles.

    In the hallway we find Gabby and Ty amongst three other camera teams. Goh skipped on snacks for obvious reasons and is chatting with Director Burnet. Among other spectators are surprisingly the Royals and Dawn''s team.

    Before getting to do more than wave hello, the Director steps forwards to address the group.

    While tying up her bright silver hair, "Alright folks, thanks for your contributions to the lab. I know our finance department makes these tickets absurdly expensive. I''m going to cover some basics real quick."

    Pointing out the camera crews, "As always make sure your gear is locked into the securing points on the deck of the subs, loose tripods get real scary in moving vehicles. For everyone else, remember that these cameras are the viewpoint of all our spectators and therefore the lifeline for lab funding. So stay out of the shot and out of the operator''s way please."

    Thumbing back towards the subs, "Please stay seated and buckled while we travel down. You can stand during the battle but we are not responsible if you slip or fall. This is your last chance to use the bathroom while the cameras board first. Although we do keep buckets on board for emergencies."

    A couple of the camera team fellas laugh, one guy calls out, "Just keep in mind the camera mics might pick it up if ya drop a load or puke in the bucket."

    Gross.

    Soon enough we''re separated out into the three subs, each one having a ten person max. Our team takes the sub without either trainer due to us bringing an extra camera to set up. Dawn, Ed boy, and Tommy join Goh on her sub while the remaining guests hop onto the Director''s ride.

    Strapped in my seat between Lacy and Naomi, I watch the perfectly normal reef fish swim about the colorful corals outside while a pair of Corsula saunter by.

    The hatch at the back slides down to lock and I feel a slight breeze from the air circulation system kicking on.

    Like a traditional airplane the pilot''s voice comes over the speakers in the main cabin, "Alright folks we''ll be second to embark just behind the director. Just sit back, relax, and keep your cameras ready for the amazing view. It''s a twenty minute dive down, we''ll anchor in place and enjoy the show."

    Another five minutes and we''re on the move. Sunlight filters down in dazzling rays that highlight the reef as we pass beautiful corals and more pokemon. Luvdisc, Magikarp, Wishiwashi galore, even an Alomomola.

    The reef gives way to the shelf as we make our way down a slot canyon passing a curious Octillery.

    Past the rocky walls opens up to a plains of silt and sand marked by the occasional spire of rock stretching up past the surface above. Gliding amongst the spires are massive Mantine and their trailing Mantykes and Remoraids. In the far distance I can see a pod of Wailords as we reach another slope down.

    The presence of pokemon becomes even sparser. The rare Staryu, Shellos, or Pyukumuku catch the light from the sub''s lamps that kick on once the sunlight stops penetrating this deep. Everyone gasps as we pass a Relicanth nearly as large as our submersible.

    Our pilot calls over the com, "Wave hello to Steve everyone, he''s one of Director Burnett''s former teammates."

    Eventually we get far enough down that we enter an area marked with thermal vent pillars and rivers of brine snaking around flatter areas covered in mollusks.

    Lacy says what everyone''s thinking, "Well this is certainly otherworldly."

    "Alright folks," the pilot starts drifting us apart from the other two subs, "Our anchor point is on the edge of the wreck just over there. The ship that looks like it got cut off halfway through an ultra wormhole."

    Passing by a Huntail attacking a Chinchou, we find a massive ship wreck crawling with Frillish that scatter away from the sub. Two buoys rising from cables on the side of the ship mark our destination.

    Small arms from below either end of the sub reach out and pull the cables into locking rings.

    "This is it folks, welcome to the Trench Field. You can fold up your seat and stand now. The battle will begin in about five minutes once each sub has confirmed position lock and the broadcast is ready."

    Folding our seats we step up to the glass and take in the view of the scattered solid earth amongst the vents and brine. Instead of the normal arena size, our subs are spaced out at a hundred yards, same as a football field. The only lights coming from our subs and metal towers in each corner of the official field.

    Jane is practically hopping with excitement so I ask her, "What kind of battle will this be anyway? The last Wolds match we saw was at the casino tide zone and she had a fancy spinning wheel."

    Gabby actually answers first, "It''s a Boss battle."

    Naomi explains, "The gym leader, Director Burnet here, will field a powerful combatant. Miss Goh will need to defeat it with three or fewer pokemon. She loses points for each pokemon that gets knocked out. If Goh wants this to auto qualify her for a Worlds upper bracket, she needs to use only one Pokemon."

    Jane finally cuts in, "Legendarys Kurt!"

    Suddenly I don''t feel far enough away.

    Parts of the glass window in front of us became screens displaying the two trainers.

    We can hear Burnet, "All subs confirm lock and final safety."

    Our pilot calls back, "Cam crews ready?!"

    Both Ty and the other crew call out, "Ready."

    "Sub one is set."

    "Sub two good to go."

    "Sub three ready."

    Burnet is looking into the camera, "All set Goh?"

    The other trainer smirks, "So ready!"

    Jane squeals, "This is Awesome!"

    I can feel even Naomi getting excited as she bounces on her feet beside me.

    The director places a hand to her earpiece, "Thanks guys," then looks back into the camera, "Alright folks we''re on in five!"

    The public broadcast shows a familiar man with turquoise hair, Wallace I''m pretty sure his name is. Beside him is another face I''ve seen on posters, Leon. Rounding out the broadcast trio is a Woman with similarly purple hair, Iris.

    Iris excitedly speaks to the viewers, "Alright everything''s set folks, let''s see one of the most exciting arenas in the world!"

    The scene swaps to one from our own submersible as the camera to my left pans across the abyssal field.

    Iris one more shouts, "Presenting the boss of this arena, Director Burnet!"

    Seen slamming a glowing pokeball into a special slot on the side of her sub, Burnet yells, "Go Nihilego!"

    What looks like a six foot kraken appears in the water, the giant squid/jellyfish creature sends off golden light in every direction while dozens of tentacles spread out.

    The viewer screen shows some info; UB-01 Symbiont, Burnet''s shiny Nihilego is attached to a shiny Malamar, Name: Solaria.

    Burnet comes over our internal comms, "Goh, you''re up in three."

    Iris on the broad cast, "Our Challenger today is none other than everyone''s favorite dimension crossing gal, Goh!"

    The screen switches to inside Goh''s sub, the biker gal has a wicked grin, "I think something new is in order, a friend from home. Go Haley!"

    As she slams her pokeball into the slot, a bright purple light reveals the sleek form of a humanoid pokemon with sharp features, mostly black with neon purples and gold.

    Nearly everyone, from the people on this sub to the broadcasters shout, "Deoxys!"

    On screen data rapidly shows: Deoxys, a space virus born pokemon considered extremely intelligent and violent, this one appears to be a speed form variant.

    Lacy grips my arm tighter.

    "This is certainly a new showing from Challenger Goh!" Iris shouts.

    Burnet speaks up, "Awesome, Whenever you''re ready Goh, first move is yours."

    The two apex pokemon square off as Goh calls, "Get moving Haley."

    A scrolling bar at the bottom of the screens shows moves being recognized by the dex app for the viewers, Agility in this case.

    We b?r?ly can keep up with the cyberpunk pokemon as it darts about the field.

    "Solaria," Burnet instructs her Nihilego, "defensive field."

    Waves of glowing yellow sludge lit up like a space nebula begin to spread about from the ''Mini'' kraken. The screen shows Sludge Wave and Light Screen.

    Leon chuckles, "The best defense is a good offence and that''s a ton of toxic sludge, you can see it''s even getting caught in the brine currents to spread further around the field."

    Goh yells out, "Faster!"

    As the screen reads Psycho Boost, we lose all sight of Deoxys save for the lines carved in the glowing sludge when a terrible screech from Nihilego let''s everyone know she''s just been hit!

    Burnet doesn''t let that hit come free, "Psycho Shock!"

    Psycho Cut and Venoshock combine in what looks like a storm of golden lightning spreading along the sludge nebula throughout the entire field.

    Another scream, this one almost electronic sounding as the Deoxys reappears, stunned in place by hundreds of golden bolts.

    The director points forward, "Grab it!"

    Nihilego charges towards the paralyzed target for a Head Smash.

    Goh''s steely voice calls out, "Shift."

    A gleam in Deoxys'' eyes as the sparks surrounding it flash purple before reversing right back to Nihilego, stunning it in return. Psycho Shift¡­ I''m sensing a theme here.

    Goh is relentless, "Recover, then hit it harder."

    Recover, followed by Meteor Mash sees Nihilego crushed into a vertical spin from the impact as Deoxys reappears just past it.

    Clearly outclassed in speed, Burnet resets, "Full Cloud!"

    Nihilego starts pumping out more of the toxic storm to the point that we lose sight of it within the underwater fulmination.

    "Extreme speed," Goh responds, "create a whirlpool!"

    Deoxys starts to race around the storm whipping into an under sea tornado of toxins and lights. The alien pokemon still extremely fast, but not to the point we lose sight of it again.

    While visually stunning the announcers explain what''s happening.

    Wallace starts off, "The Light screen in the toxic nebula will catch and negate most forms of ranged attack Deoxys has available and that''s after it''s lasers would already be diffused in the water."

    Iris tags on, "While Nihilego has taken a couple heavy hits, the storm should protect it while giving time for the poisons to attack Deoxys'' system. You can see it''s slowing down."

    Leon nods, "Goh has no choice but to create a current in the depths to narrow down where Nihilego is hiding and strike hard enough to end the fight before that poison ends it."

    Wallace gets a final word in, "But if Deoxys misses, all those tentacles will grab hold and then it''s over."

    Goh is done waiting, "This is it, Calm mind, then Zen Headbutt."

    Burnet is ready for it, "Darkest Lariat!"

    Deoxys jets into the narrow funnel of the toxic storm, smashing directly into Nihilego sending them both spinning out of the sludge while the tentacles wrap it''s body.

    Burnet''s grin quickly drops, "No!"

    The tentacles don''t constrict, Nihilego is in a daze from the hit!

    Goh yells out, "Kick it away and blast it!"

    Deoxys whips up those blade-like legs and kicks free from the opponent before charging a beam from it''s ?h?st.

    Leon shouts, "Hyper Beam incoming!"

    A quick alarm and a green light signals all subs clear of the beam trajectory.

    Burnet narrows her eyes looking for any sign of movement from her pokemon.

    She has to call it, "I concede."

    Goh shouts, "Abort!"

    Deoxys redirects and discharges the nearly charged beam into the darkness beyond the field, a bright flash far in the distance is followed by the shuddering of our sub as it sways in place.

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 Chapter 56 - Here be Monsters

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    Goh is all smiles while returning her pokemon and chatting with Director Burnet briefly as the subs detach from their anchor cables.

    Meanwhile the screens continue to show the post match analysis from the Master Trainer channel.

    Wallace leans back and directs his first question to Leon, "You''re not a stranger to controversial calls on the path to take the crown, how do you feel about Goh using Hyper Beam here?"

    Iris cuts in, "Completely uncalled for!"

    Leon chuckles, "Well, hold on missy, it was a bluff."

    Wallace eagerly sits forward, "My thoughts exactly! However, that doesn''t mean everyone will see it that way."

    Case in point, Iris practically shouts, "When is Hyper Beam, ever a Bluff?!"

    Leon cracks a grin that clearly got him several sponsorships, "Goh never intended to use it at full power, or on target. She accepted that it was the necessary move to force Burnet to concede. Otherwise Nihilego would have shaken off the stun and returned to her fancy cloud. Thus drawing out the fight, the poison would disable Deoxys and lose Goh the tourney bracket bump."

    Wallace nods, "There was no stadium to risk damaging so it''s worth the match winnings fine as far as I''m concerned."

    Iris pouts, "I''ve never pulled stunts like that."

    Another laugh from Leon, "Maybe that''s why you have a box of second place ribbons."

    "What!?"

    As an angry woman jumps from her chair, the camera switches to a single shot of Wallace.

    "That''s it for us this afternoon folks, you''ll have more match analysis tonight when our full panel breaks down all the highlights from today''s matches across the leagues. Look forward to our special guest, Nessa!"

    "OH Screw that Bi," the broadcast cuts before Iris collects a fine herself.

    "Well," Turning to my teammates, "those are certainly some characters. Who has the Crown currently?"

    Jane pulls up a photo on her phone, "Hop won two years ago. He''s Leon''s younger brother, and yes, Iris took second."

    Hmm lots of big names, "Think we got a shot in three years?"

    Naomi laughs, "No Kurt, not a Charmander''s chance in the trench back there."

    The redhead doesn''t look like she''s about to admit she agrees and just turns away.

    Gabby, who is already checking film on her tablet, explains, "The World Coronation Series, or Crown Cup, is a step beyond the annual tournaments. There are no limits on entrants besides enough Worlds points, so if you really grind them out next year and the following, you Might make it."

    Ty shakes his head from his seat, "It''s 50 points to enter, Goh just scored 3. If she hits every world gym in Alola this month she''ll bag 7 total. Next she''ll burn time traveling to another region, so in another month she may only have 2 to 3 more." He turns in his seat to look at me, "After this rookie season, which you need to complete, you''ll have two years left to race around every region. You''ll still have to participate in a couple other events just to hit the mark. That''s 30+ gyms and at least top three in two major tournaments in two years."

    Naomi brings it back to the other problem, "Think about the fight we just saw too, I bet Goh has been working with Deoxys for years. Which means she had to have something comparable even before that in order to catch it."

    I can''t help but sigh and raise my hands.

    "Sheesh, I get it," they sit back in their seats, "You guys are lazy."

    Lacy snorts while Jane reaches over Naomi to hit me.

    The Wattson princess pouts, "Look, I guarantee we can make a strong showing in eight years. Two after our rookie year just isn''t feasible."

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    After returning to the lab I finally catch Director Burnet off to the side while my team is congratulating Goh.

    "I was told to ask about Project T," pulling out my turtle shell, Fossil Ball, "Shelly said you''d understand after looking at my Tirtouga."

    The older woman frowns, "I''m not surprised she was let back in a lab. Greedy bastards... Alright, may as well know what you''re getting into, come with me." She turns to address the crowd, "Thank you all for coming once again, solid battle Goh."

    A final handshake to her opponent and she makes to leave.

    Waving to my teammates and fianc¨¦, "Let''s go, one last stop before we head back to the hotel."

    Dawn interrupts, "No time to chat Mr. Action Hero?"

    Rolling my eyes, "No rest for the wicked, you know that."

    Back to the familiar terminal three, behind the ice cave enclosure, and into a no shit, hidden door in the ice. Down a narrow spiral staircase and a long hall lined with pipes and electrical conduit.

    Naomi asks the burning question, "Is this all really necessary?"

    The director huffs, "If only it weren''t," glancing back at us before explaining, "We know spies aided in the sabotage and destruction of the original Aether Island lab. The same criminals that attacked your father''s Zekrom aircraft."

    "Sounds like someone really hates fancy technology." I''m just connecting dots here.

    But I''m on the money.

    Director Burnet nods while opening a water tight hatch, "Team Ultra believe that everything wrong with the world, including the wormholes that brought their leaders here, can be attributed to humans greedily advancing technology beyond what they consider necessary."

    Might explain why the mysterious agent lady has her eye on me.

    As we enter an underwater dome that currently only has one occupant, Lacy asks, "What does Team Ultra have to do with this hidden lab?"

    The younger man in the lab spins towards us in his chair, "Because this is exactly the kind of thing they''d use to prove their point."

    Burnet introduces us, "This is my son Lei, lead on this research."

    Probably in his early twenties and the perfect example of what I''d picture a Hawaiian h?pster to look like.

    "Hi," I shake the younger man''s hand, "I''m Kurt, unwitting participant."

    He chuckles, "Oh good, I was feeling lame calling myself the lead when I was the only one involved."

    Jane is gazing out at the massive coral reefs outside the glass dome, "So what''s the deal? I was expecting more Tirtougas or something."

    Channeling his inner anime, Lei adjusts his glasses before turning on an undersea mic, "Miss Aqua, you have visitors."

    A large section of the reef visibly shifts, slowly raising towards the surface. Like a hill being upended until the dark rim of a shell passes and I''m staring into an eyeball the size of a mini cooper.

    "Huh," looking at what appears to be a pokemon in the same line as my Tirtouga, "Don''t think this one is in the pokedex."

    Lei snorts, "Nope, Aqua here is one of a kind and tentatively called a Torraqua. She had enough Torterra DNA to achieve a third evolution when combined with her titan gene."

    I let Zilla out of her ball, the feisty turtle cowers in the presence of her predecessor.

    Lei pulls out a syringe, "Do you mind if we take a small sample? Just to see how far Shelly has pushed it?"

    Zilla actually gives the lad a nod while returning her focus to Aqua who grunts out some kind of greeting that vibrates the whole structure. What follows next can only be comparable to whale calls as the two pokemon hold a conversation.

    Burnet waves at the big girl, "She''s perfectly happy lazing away around here, one of the nearby seamounts is hollow with a sandy cave she rests in. It''s a mystery how healthy she is, our lab has been pursuing Turtnator splicing as a more conventional approach."

    Lacy scowls, "This is the sort of thing that leads to ghost towns or rampages."

    "Normally," the director concedes, "A Lugia warned us in no uncertain terms, not to repeat this experiment."

    A hill sized blue sea turtle with a full coral reef growing on its shell, "This world is weird."

    "You think this world is weird?!" Lei leans back in his chair, "You know some girl fell out of one of those wormholes that had her DNA spliced with a Purloin,"

    "Stop!" Burnet swats her son upside the head, "Just because they get to see Aqua doesn''t mean they need to know every oddity that passes through our doors."

    After several minutes the lab computer pings that results are in and the Director gives us the news, "Well, don''t expect a second Aqua, but if anyone asks in five years just claim she''s a Mega Carracosta. After ten years¡­ probably best to keep her out of sight. She''ll easily match a Snorlax for size."

    Lacy groans, "Their gonna need to do something, there were a few more of these at the Rustburo lab."

    Naomi actually disagrees, "As long as they continue to vet who those pokemon go to, it shouldn''t be an issue. Abnormally large pokemon aren''t remotely as groundbreaking as entirely new evolutions."

    "She''s right," Burnet ushers us towards the exit, "Arceus isn''t nearly as strict about small-scale grievances. Anyway, I have appointments to keep so let''s call it a day shall we?"

    Returning Zilla to her ball and taking a last look at the giant reef turtle, "Sure, small scale."

    Jane hops ahead of me and turns around to walk backwards down the tunnel, "You get all the weird pokemon!"

    Lacy chuckles as I look at Naomi who only nods in agreement.

    I flick Jane in the nose and she almost stumbles, but catching her I spin the brat around, "Look where you''re walking, especially in dingy tunnels," sighing, "And I don''t want to hear anything from you two. Jane, you have nothing but brutes, and Naomi, if nothing else your team''s poke value is more than ours combined."

    Burnet offers her brand of wisdom, "Poke can''t buy championships."

    Ah, maybe in this world, "But, it sure makes getting from point A to B a breeze."

    Lacy huffs, "Is that what you call getting attacked by a Charizard mid flight?"

    Fair enough, "Ah come on, that was one time!"

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    ...¡­ The next morning, on Naomi''s fancy yacht, the Jolteon.

    "Oh shut up," I''m staring at what can only be described as a redneck artist''s vision of a Carvanha shaped submarine. On its top deck are seven Mad Max enthusiasts firing hook line guns and directing their pokemon.

    My fianc¨¦ is using a fire axe to cut ropes off our rail, while directing her Leafeon to do the same, "A breeze you said!"

    "Who expects pirates twice in the same month?!" I point at another pirate for Tesla to fire an Electroweb at. The poor girl is getting exhausted.

    Jane''s Aerodactyl swoops down and cuts another line, while Naomi''s Swablu chases away the attacker''s Winguls.

    Our guests, May and her team, are doing their best to return fire. Literally in the case of Patricia''s Braixen, Juanita''s Brionne mirrors spouts of water gun, and Vermilya''s Swellow is also on line cutting duty.

    May herself is debating using the emergency unlock of a custom red pokeball in her hand.

    She''s spared the choice when a thundering crash sends a wave of water into the air between us and the pirate sub. The sound of deforming metal screeches against our ears.

    When the mist clears we are treated to the sight of a massive white bird pokemon with red accents stomping about the side of the capsized and smoking submarine. A woman in a black tank top and combat pants with bright orange hair in a long braid is riding said bird. Kind of reminds me of Milla Jovovich in Resident Evil.

    Jane, in full fangirl mode, practically squeals, "Misty!"

    May gives a decidedly less enthused, "yipee."

    Seemingly satisfied with the level of wreckage it''s created, the Lugia flaps its wings to take flight. I b?r?ly catch Ash''s old friend sticking her tongue out at May as she flies off in the direction of Akala Island.

    "Typical," May kicks one of the metal hooks now scattered about the deck, "There she goes leaving someone else to clean up after her again!"

    I catch Lacy''s eye, she shakes her head. "So, I''ll just go radio this in."

    Ya, best not tread on anymore land mines.

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 Chapter 57 - For Every Yang

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    The Jolteon docked across from the ferry terminal on Melemele''s only pier large enough to accommodate her. The rest of the harbor has a few older sail boats and recreational fishing boats. I don''t see any of the liveliness that was present back in Akala''s harbor area. Instead I spot a few local salty dogs scowling at us from a seaside pub.

    Making my way down to the pier, "I guess Melemele isn''t the flourishing hub of tourism in Alola?"

    While my team shrugs at my question, Gabby has an answer, "When the league really became rooted in the region two decades ago, everything was fine. Then as it grew, there wasn''t a lot of room for some of the old traditions. Time moves on, some of the islands kept up, others didn''t."

    Naomi visibly has a lightbulb go off in her head, "This is related to the regional lab and trainer school moving to Akala as well!"

    I get it, "So Akala has the labs, league, farms, and tourism. Meaning all that''s left here are sour locals and traditionalists," Only half joking, "So why did we come again?".

    Gabby laughs, "Outreach Kurt, the public eats up this sort of thing."

    I feel dirty.

    "Actually Kurt," the Wattson heiress looks slightly ashamed for some reason, "When we originally made this plan, I kind of expected to have something with a bit more power on my team."

    "Ironically," considering her bug, fairy, and plant types, "You''re pokemon are mostly late bloomers or lack training."

    Gabby cuts to the point, "You, or Jane, are gonna challenge Hau, the Melemele Kahuna."

    I give our rowdy redhead a pat on the back, "You got this kid!"

    Lacy is last off the boat and b?r?ly catches the last part, "Oh, and why doesn''t my handsome man feel like showing off for the cameras?"

    Bringing up one of the things we talked about when planning this trip, granted I wasn''t paying the best of attention at the dinner party that night in Mauville, "You said each island has a few special spots right? This one has two very specific points of interest for our group."

    Naomi pipes up, "The fairy meadow! That''s definitely first on our list today, the challenge isn''t until this evening."

    "Right," pulling up my phone, I did my own research after all, "This is just beyond the fancy meadow."

    Jane recognizes it, "A Trevenant! But that''s insane!"

    Gabby takes a look, "Must have been a totem pokemon, all the top trainers from Alola field one in the international tournaments. Safe to say that one is dead though."

    Doesn''t mean I can''t pull some anime protagonist bullshit and use its bark to power up my little trickster, "I think Blue will benefit from seeing it."

    The publicist shrugs, "I don''t know anything about ghost types."

    More of a weird esoteric, borderline Chinese fantasy concept actually, but whatever.

    Jane is getting her thoughts organized, "So meadow, big tree, Kahuna. That''s a lot, and we couldn''t exactly bring the jeep."

    Naomi grimaces, "No, we couldn''t."

    Having walked to the end of the pier I spot something that doesn''t bode well, "Gabby, why is there a small herd of Tauros waiting over there, and why is May hopping up to ride one?"

    "Outreach Kurt," she repeats while motioning Ty to get the camera ready, "We''re embracing traditions today."

    The dozen bulls turn out to be gentle as can be. One even insists on ???k?n? Jane which results in a rather uncharacteristic, girly shriek. I''m happy to confirm Ty got the whole thing on film.

    Lacy hops up in my ??p to ride one together.

    I''m on to her though, "I happen to know your dad has a few Tauros."

    Her bu?? slides back until it''s right against my crotch, "I just wanted to have a nice ride."

    Whether it''s the sensation below or the sultry glance she''s giving me, the mood is heavily contrasted by the annoyed pokemon we''re riding looking back at us as if to say ''dial it back or you''ll be on the ground before you can say rodeo clown.''

    Jane is gripping her bull''s saddle with white knuckles while Naomi actually hops on one with her cousin Vermilya. May is coaching her other two girls Juanita and Patricia. Funnily enough, Ty is getting the same treatment from Gabby that I''m enjoying, except he has to keep his camera steady and pretend nothing''s happening.

    Leading this not so little, not quite pony, ride are a pair of green haired twin boys. They look to be just older than Jane at 17 or 18 and both are futilely attempting to impress my tomboy prot¨¦g¨¦. Their blue haired buddy is doing the actual work of guiding the herd.

    I ask the teen with messy blue hair, "Your friends always this dedicated to helping pretty girls?"

    With a roll of his eyes, "The twins keep trying to land a girlfriend from anywhere off this island so they have an excuse not to take over their mom''s restaurant. Stupid if you ask me, Miss Mallow''s is practically the best thing on this island."

    Talk about a gender trope role swap, "Alright, I''ll only mess with them a bit then. In the meantime, can ya tell us anything about this meadow we''re headed to? And I didn''t catch your names."

    He points up a winding hill of houses amongst a sea of lush jungle, "It''s about thirty minutes from here, past the neighborhood and through a narrow pass. I''m Andrew, the twins are Terry and Dash."

    Lacy giggles, "Are those boys named for food seasonings?"

    Andrew smirks, "Ya, Teriyaki and Dashi. Anyway the meadow itself is teaming with pokemon but each species has their favorite spots. What are you looking to catch?"

    Pulling up her phone, "I read an article about Alolan doctors using Ribombee gardens to help patients recover faster."

    "Oh for sure," he doesn''t fail to lead the pack of Tauros up a side trail through the floral suburb while keeping conversation, "There are several hives within the meadow, so it won''t be hard to find one willing to get out and see the world. Many of the fairy pokemon in the meadow are willing to venture with a trainer without the need to even battle as long as they like you."

    Even the pokemon want off this island.

    Vermilya nudges her Tauros forward so Naomi can ask her question, "I''m hoping for a shiny Cottonee!?"

    "Well," He takes a second, "Cottonee are all over the meadow, so all I can say is good luck. Most of ours have a more blonde color as the predominant wildflowers in the meadow are all yellow."

    I glance over to the other girl on the bull, "What about you Vermilya?"

    "Eh," she shrugs, "I''ll keep my eyes open, but I''m really here more for the rest of the team."

    Andrew looks back at me, "What about you Kurt?"

    Showing him the same picture on my phone from earlier, "I''m after something a little more spooky than pretty flowers."

    "Old Elder huh?" This time his pause has a clear hint of judgment in his look, "Why?"

    "My Phantump, I figure seeing the pinnacle of his species can only be beneficial."

    That gets a nod, "I can show you the Grim Grotto, but we can''t take the whole group. Mother says the negativity on the island gathers there, such a noisy group might aggravate the pokemon inside."

    Just before we reach the top of the neighborhood we turn down an overgrown path that curves along the side of the jungle mountain while still climbing. Markers guide us to stay on a path so narrow we''re keeping single file. Eventually it curves into the mountain itself, a crack in the volcanic rock stretching dozens of yards above.

    "Here we are," Andrew pulls out of the canyon and leads his Tauros aside so we can see the stunning fields of golden flowers surrounded by jungle, "Welcome to Melemele Meadow!"

    The large group of girls make their own sounds of surprise and excitement at the sight of the rolling hills blanketed in wildflowers. From the entrance I can already see hundreds of pokemon from Butterfree to Whimsicotts, including several I haven''t learned about yet.

    "Holy Shit," Jane points towards the edge of one side and I spot a familiar, giant grass pokemon, "We can catch Meganium here?!"

    One of the twins jumps to explain, "That one belongs to a retired trainer that lets her stay here."

    The other twin bu??s in, "But she has laid eggs in the meadow over the last five years so there are Chikorita and Bayleef."

    Andrew sums it up while pointing to a group of local rookies out in the field, "Many Alolan trainers specialize in types found in this meadow. When they finish their journeys, or pro careers, they often release those pokemon here in this protected meadow. Now make sure to leave the Tauros here, they''ll graze a bit and we won''t be trampling all the flowers."

    I actually spot a ranger riding his Tropius at the top of another hill, there''s even a wooden watch tower in the tree line behind him. Several bird pokemon are perched on the roof.

    "Well," I look over at Gabby, "We''re here, it''s ten now, let''s meet in the center of the meadow at noon for lunch."

    Catching May before she rides off, "Do me a favor and keep the cousins in sight as best you can?"

    May nods and just before we all split up I wave over one of the green haired twins and whisper over to him, "Jane acts tuff but she''ll be real excited if you find her the cutest pokemon in the field."

    While the kids all scatter, I chuckle knowing there probably isn''t a single thing in all these flowers that will interest Jane. The jungle on the other hand¡­

    Just on the far edge I spot a Donkey Kong sized gorilla with a green mane chomping down a bushel of fruit. Rillaboom, apparently, from Galar.

    "Right," poking my fianc¨¦, "Shall we find your fancy bug?"

    While Lacy attempts to appeal to the endless Cutieflys to find the perfect one for her, I let my Joltik get some much needed training in.

    I watch Jane getting her croc to battle an Ivysaur but doesn''t try to catch it while the twins are reluctantly showing a Mareep to May.

    After an hour Lacy finally catches a Ribombee, skipping over the Cutieflys in favor of their fully evolved form. The next hour we don''t see anything too crazy other than Lacy''s Leafeon finding the Alolan version of Exeggutor. Anything with more than one head just creeps me out.

    When lunch rolls around I''m interested to find out what every one caught.

    Naomi is ecstatic about catching two pokemon, a blue Steenee, and a red and gold Cottonee. Jane of course didn''t catch any pretty flower pokemon but is similarly bursting with pride over her Sandile. Having gained a full proficiency of walking on its hind legs it can be considered a Krokorok now.

    I chuckle at the sour looks the green twins are sending my way. Did someone tell them Jane likes brute pokemon or that she''s not into boys.

    May introduces us to her new Jigglypuff, which looks like a normal, if a bit fat, rabbit to me. Before anyone else can show their spoils, Dawn and her boys walk up out of nowhere and slump to the grass beside us. All three have scuffed up clothes and bits of plants caught in places. Although Ed seems rather happy.

    Tommy looks around our group and scowls at the local boys, "Don''t let them fool you, their little haunted forest is no joke!"

    Dawn grumbles, "I don''t believe for a minute that place is safe for rookie trainers."

    Andrew chuckles, "Did you get scared or did you wake up Mephisto?"

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 Chapter 58 - There is Yin

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    In the far back of the meadow, around a bend, almost like a hidden cove in the sea of golden flowers, stands an ominous sight. A red arch, a torii gate, large enough for a road to pass under, with an ogre sized tiki mask mounted in the center.

    The path beyond is so thick with trees that b?r?ly any light reaches the ground. Perched on the gate is a crow with a crown of feathers like a witches hat, "That''s a Murkrow right?"

    Jane snorts, "Good job, you''re like one of those old physical pokedexs trying to update."

    "Shh you," turning to my teammate that went to the nice school, "Naomi, can I use one of those breeder ball sets?"

    Nodding, "Yes, and Murkrow are native to Hoenn so you''ll be fine introducing a pair outside of a controlled enclosure."

    "Nice! Now to find a pair of them."

    Our guide Andrew, the twins found a new focus in the supermodel Dawn, has a tip, "If you have something like jewelry, you should be able to lure a few out, enough to discern a pair."

    I actually left the star gem at Olivia''s jewelry shop¡­ Ah, I have something!

    Taking out the pointy coin from the treasure hoard, "Hey Bird!"

    Ever the hater, Jane facepalms, "Do you really think that will work¡­. Damn."

    With a single loud ''Caw!'' The crow pokemon and a dozen more from the surrounding trees take flight and flock towards us.

    While the girls scatter, Andrew calmly backs up, "Just let them look at it Kurt, they''re a very misunderstood pokemon."

    I crouch in the grass as the murder of crows excitedly lands beside me and hop closer.

    "Alright there birds, this coin is a rare find," channeling my inner shopping channel personality, "From the treasure hoard of the pirate Captain Blade beard."

    Like gossipy shoppers at a free sample stall the Murkrow squawk at each other and get real expressive with their wings and heads. I love them.

    "Next we have this water stone, from an underground city near mysterious ruins!"

    While showing off the gemstone with the faintest of blue glows, the birds give their version of ''Oohs'' and ''Ahhs.''

    "Now I have more exciting treasure but I''m only going to show them to the two of you that you''d vote ''Best Couple.''"

    I shit you not, half of them roll their eyes and beaks while the rest point at a pair of black birds practically attached at the hip with matching rings on their claws.

    Pulling my dex app, I give these two a scan just to check. I''m surprised that not only are they a known breeding pair via the pokemon species'' identifying marks, but they have a bounty on them posted by Olivia.

    "Well you two certainly don''t keep a low profile."

    The two Murkrow puff out their ?h?st feathers in pride while posing back to back.

    Laughing, "Alright Bonnie and Clyde, how''d you like to leave this small island and find even more treasure?"

    Only checking with each other, the pair don''t waste time on second thoughts before stepping forward.

    Naomi walks back over and hands me the linked pair of pokeballs, the two Murkrow enter without any fuss and I can''t help but be a little excited.

    Lacy sighs, "are you starting a haunted forest or your own aviary?"

    "Phhh, birds are cool okay!" I couldn''t resist, "Also now we have another local guide. Speaking of, are you coming into the woods Andrew?"

    The look he gives suggests I''m crazy, "I won''t go in there, I''m actually a water zone specialist."

    Right, even if he could bust out a sharpedo, fat load of good it would do.

    Alright, "So who is coming with me?!"

    A funny thing, Naomi and Jane step back with Lacy and May while May''s team actually steps forward.

    Maybe I''m grinning, "Great everyone it is then!"

    Andrew waves his hands, "Absolutely not! Three at a time, no more. It''s not a joking matter Mr. Kurt, the grotto is dangerous and a large group entering will anger the pokemon within. Potentially to a degree they swarm out of the wood."

    "Fine," looking at May''s girls, "Which of you know there''s a pokemon in here you''d like to catch?"

    The nerdy girl who asked me about stats back in the lab, Patricia, pushes up her glasses, "I''d like to catch the Oricorio variant that can be found here or¡­ ya there''s a couple options."

    Jaunita, the originally not so subtle charity case, looks So much better now, "I would like to catch a Morelull, they''re a glowing mushroom pokemon that have fantastic status moves."

    Vermilya deflates a bit but after looking at her teammates, puts on a small smile, "I''ll just search around out here with Naomi and May some more."

    Solid¡­ except I''m once more getting separated from the heiress I''m under contract to protect.

    A strong breeze billows out from the path behind us, rustling leaves and flower petals.

    Taking a glance into the shadowy trail I see nothing but the winding path and thick plant growth.

    "Alright," taking a moment to consider both Dawn and Andrew have warned us about this area, "are Oricorio and Morelull hard to find?"

    Andrew shakes his head, "No, in fact you can find them all along this mountain in the evening."

    May latches onto where I''m headed, "So you rookies don''t need to head into this zone. In fact, as your mentor, I''m flat out saying no."

    Some of the teens have that rebellious look in their eye, "look, you kids already have an advantage over the other Hoenn rookies just by the variety of pokemon you have a chance to catch in this region and bring home. Jumping in over your head here is completely unnecessary."

    They have the smarts to at least look convinced, and that may have to do. At least with them all out here together I should be safe to leave Naomi for an hour or two. Also, Dawn and May are Worlds level trainers, even if a bit rusty.

    Looking at my team, "Alright, you two try to go another couple hours without getting involved in an international incident."

    Turning to Lacy, "Back before ya know it love."

    Her smile is strained as another sigh of wind exits the grotto, "Just come back in one piece."

    A single step past the red gate and it''s as if all the sounds of the golden meadow are stripped away. No happy go lucky trainers cheering about their latest catch. Just the ominous sound of wind rustling branches.

    Of Course, academically I know that this wind nonsense is an echo of the tidal winds hitting the mountain and coursing through this valley. Doesn''t stop the shiver running down my spine as I turn the bend in the trail and find a grave marker overgrown with vines. The memorial has a small carved Arcanine, like the guardian statues of temples.

    "Riiiight," it seems this won''t be a fun hike in the pretty jungle, "Alright, time to get out the first string."

    Three pokeballs flash, my Joltik, Phantump, and Golbat appear.

    My idea for a Murkrow guide was killed by league lock out rules.

    "Here''s the plan team," I point at Tesla, "You''re on offence and restraint."

    Over to Blue, "Defense goes to you little buddy. We''ve got all the wood we could want here to work with."

    Finally my massive bat monster that is glaring into the woods, his ears twitching, looking for food maybe, "Shak, you''re our ride today."

    Pulling a complicated set of straps from my bag I walk over to the pokemon that finally has the bulk necessary to support a passenger.

    "It''s your big day boy, I didn''t catch you just to scare spoiled brats." That has him at least agreeable to the idea. That or he''s just too lazy to care more than an initial reluctance.

    My curious little Joltik scuttles over to the grave marker. She touches the Arcanine carving just as Blue controls a twig to snap next to her. With a chirp of fright she races up my leg and tries to hide in my hair like when she was small.

    But she''s not small anymore, she''s the size of a small-ish dog, and Blue is laughing his pine needles off.

    "Alright, that''s enough!" I pull my four legged arachnid off my head, "Trouble makers, all three of you."

    "Okay, here''s the formation," I climb up the harness onto Shak, "Both you get up here, Blue in front, Tesla on the back."

    The tree spirit and insect weigh practically nothing and my Golbat is quickly getting accustomed to the set up. Just ahead I can see the under layer of the forest opening up beneath the thick canopy that stretches higher and higher the deeper the path goes.

    Blue settles in my ??p and Tesla interprets my instruction as latching onto my backpack and peeking over my shoulder, "Close enough," I grip the harness not to fall off, "Follow the trail Shak, we''re looking for the largest tree you''ve ever seen¡­ or heard."

    The lumbering motion of his uneven gate makes holding on a challenge, after a few paces he breaks into a lunging gallop before taking off into air between the towering jungle fauna.

    In the murky grove where few rare beams of sunlight penetrate I finally see the first signs of pokemon. Shak banks around a set of tree''s cloaked in Ariados webbing, the five foot arachnid watches us pass by with an uncaring menace. It knows easier prey will fall victim to it''s webs.

    Gliding over and under the maze of branches we see the occasional purple tropical bird that must be the Oricorio Patty wanted. One branch we give a wide berth has an Arbok coiled around it, watching us fly by. As we pass over a relaxing Pangoro I''m shocked at the amount of pokemon thriving here.

    Once more the wind sighs through the grotto and I catch sight of lights drifting amongst the grave markers. Some kind of animated statue with a big tiki mask is lumbering about, placing a new grave while other shadowy pokemon fly about, the scene lit by a floating lantern.

    "Shak, land a second."

    He grunts to pull into a stall with our added weight before landing on a sturdy branch high above the procession.

    My Dex app begins rolling out the info; an Alolan Golurk, Misdreavus, Morelull and a Lampent.

    "Of course the dex app doesn''t have anything about what they''re doing, but it''s not hard to figure out. Let''s keep going Shak."

    A growl from the big bat has a flock of Zubat screeching and parting to pass by around us. Up ahead I spot another anomaly as the wind shifts once more. Lazily floating amongst the trees is a purple hot air balloon b?r?ly bigger than a beach ball. A Drifblim, according to ol'' Dexa.

    Reading off the app data about them collecting souls is creepy as shit and I b?r?ly reach the part of them traveling in flocks with the wind as I see more amongst the jungle, proving the data. All of them slowly drift in the same direction deeper into the wood with each sigh of wind.

    A swarm of Shuppets, like dust rags with eye holes draped over candles, race among the massive root structures that span the forest floor. Tell tale laughter echoes in the grove as we follow the same direction, I spot all manner of Phantumps as we go deeper in.

    "No wonder Ed boy liked this place," And then I see it, the first root the size of a semi truck trailer, "Looks like we''re here boys and girl."

    The wind takes a sudden chill, the laughter of ghosts turns deeper as one voice overwhelms the others. Then, things take an even worse turn. The Shuppet swarm joins another, and another, and as we approach the towering dead husk of Old Elder, a totem Trevenant to rival an elven world tree, I see the dim glow in the hollow of its single great eye.

    "Right, because how could a ghost pokemon die?"

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 Chapter 59 - Jungle Rumble

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    A storm thunders in the sky above as rain begins to fall.

    Something pokes my shoulder, "What is it Tess?"

    Chirping from lower shows my Joltik cowering on the seat behind me and pointing up in the air.

    Swirling shadowy gasses part to reveal glowing eyes and a smiling mouth full of sharp teeth.

    "Old joke there, Haunter."

    Each drop of rain passes through its ethereal form like drips in an oil slick. The malicious ghost pouts before firing its tongue like a frog.

    "Electroweb!"

    Haunter, that vicious little soul eater, laughs maniacally while darting towards the eye of the Trevenant. While the Shuppet parade doesn''t stop pouring into the haunted tree''s mouth, I see what looks like a slit of an iris shift in our direction as all laughter stops.

    Rain being the only sound as a flash of lightning reveals the iris to be a cloaked figure standing in the eye.

    With a wave of their arm, dozens of glowing arrows appear in the air around the eye.

    "Shit," I kick my heels against Shak, "Time to move bud!"

    Taking off in a nose dive from the branch, most of the arrows sink into the tree above us. Some don''t, practically curving to hit us.

    I pull Shak into another spin while raising my wooden shield. Two pin the wood while a third stabbed my Golbat in the hindleg causing a great screech in pain that leaves my ears ringing and the remaining arrows to shatter like ethereal glass.

    A hard bank with the force of our dive, "Let''s use that! Shak, make for one of the further roots! Tess, keep other pokemon off us. Blue, Shadow Panic for a distraction.

    More arrows are fired towards us as shadows from the nearby trees reveal more Haunter. Banette pour from Old Elder''s mouth like drool in the form of creepy animated dolls. If we were on the ground¡­ Shit, we need to land to get what we came for.

    Another thump against my shield, and Shak screeches apart the rest as he banks to dodge. Sparking web lines snag each Haunter trying to catch up to us, some are too busy fighting their own shadows.

    Smooth landing is a non option as we crash into one of the massive roots. Somehow I don''t get thrown.

    I hop off Shak as he shakes off the impact, "Tess and Shak, ranged attacks. Blue, gather as much of the wood we just broke as possible."

    My little poltergeist giggles and begins pulling wood onto me in what slowly becomes a wooden set of knight''s armor and a lance. I can''t help but laugh with him, until I''m dodging more arrows.

    Finally our archer friend flies into view, a humanoid owl, his wings like a cloak of stars that glitter in the storm shrouded jungle.

    "Well, you''re a large bird." at my obvious statement it''s head quirks to the side at one of those gross angles only owls can do. This is the second Decidueye I''ve ever seen, this one is bigger and uniquely colored.

    He makes a motion like drawing a bow and more ethereal arrows fill the air.

    "Time to go!" I run and jump onto Shak as he takes off, Blue and Tess clinging to my fancy armor.

    Another roll and frantic flapping of wings and we land on another branch in the canopy.

    Shield, lance, armor, and a sinister mount, I face our opponent pokemon, the master of this haunted jungle.

    "You must be Mephisto?"

    "Any chance of letting us leave peacefully? We got what we came for."

    The deep laughter from earlier echoes all around us as Mephisto gestures towards the giant Trevenant. Next he starts that drawing motion again.

    "I''ll take that as a nope," in more ways than one, "No more running, Charge!"

    Shak let''s loose a massive screech that interrupts the Decidueye''s move. It falls off the branch to reposition and Shak leaps to follow.

    Branches whip by as the sinister laughter of hundreds of ghost pokemon fill the grotto. Tesla is gripping my back tightly while webbing up any approaching pokemon attempting to stall our pursuit.

    Decidueye is not a close range pokemon, and I intend to take full advantage of that. He''s also thankfully slower than Golbat naturally.

    Looking at my huffing pokemon, "At least the ones that aren''t fat ?sses."

    Shak glares at me before looking forward and spitting a glob of poisonous goop that b?r?ly misses our target.

    I chuckle, "Don''t worry bud, I know you''re awesome. Now catch up!"

    "Blue distract him, Tess hold tight!" This is a dumb idea.

    My Phantump disappears and I shift to a crouching possession on my Golbat''s back as he begins to dive towards Mephisto.

    Ethereal feathers drift back from the owl like chaff to throw off a missile.

    Blue appears on the arm of the Trevenant and raises a line of spears in the flight path of Mephisto, he flares to a stall.

    We''re on him!

    Shak tackles into the giant owl clamping on with his poison fangs. I leap from the impact stabbing into the pokemon''s side with my lance and sliding around the shaft to land on the branch, Tesla''s webs cast out to make sure we don''t fall, before also latching onto the Decidueye.

    Thorn covered vines erupt from the branch as Blue also tries to wrangle our opponent. The vine''s shadows instead reach for Shak as both are pulled out of the air.

    Sparks light up the webs in time with lighting filling up the sky, a bolt crashes down nearby, scorching the wood and crawling too close for comfort.

    We need to get out of here, "Aircutter!"

    Grabbing Blue''s branch horn thing I leap into the air away from the b?r?ly restrained Totem pokemon just as a sea of razor sharp, leaf shaped feathers begin to swirl around us.

    I can feel them slice against the armor as Shak swoops in for the catch. Thank Arceus the harness holds as I b?r?ly grab on.

    "It''s cloudy so fly up but for your love of blood don''t get us struck by lightning!"

    We b?r?ly have a head start and I intend to maximize it, "Blue absorb all this wood, you and Tess are going back in the balls."

    The armor falls off of me like a reptile sheds skin as Blue draws it into his from growing to almost triple in size. Whatever metaphysics are at play causes my Golbat to start struggling with the weight.

    Blue''s ball glows as he returns with a haunting giggle.

    I pat the exhausted tarantula clinging to my back, "You''re next girl."

    She gives a small nuzzle before returning to her ball.

    I don''t see the final boss Decidueye chasing us but I do see scattered Drifloons rising above the canopy to watch us pass. Above us the clouds swirl like a hurricane about to descend yet localized around the mountain.

    "Where''s one of those anime protagonists when you need them?"

    A weak growl sounds my Golbat''s tired agreement.

    Thunder booms above! Lightning surges across the clouds to somewhere behind us.

    I look back to see that damn Decidueye flying up above the canopy.

    "Oh Shit."

    Thousands of bolts of lightning cascade into the bird, lighting up the sky like a supernova.

    "Oh Shit!!"

    When the spots fade from my eyes I b?r?ly spot a smoking husk of feathers falling beneath another flying pokemon with bright yellow shells for wings and a glorious orange mohawk.

    The Tapu gives us a nod before disappearing in another flash of lightning.

    "Guess we lured the bird out for it." turning towards the approaching edge of the aptly named Grim Grotto, "He Shak I guess that anime protagonist was watching all along."

    He glares back at me before attempting to roll me off!

    "Fuck!" Clenching my legs and death gripping the harness with my sore muscles b?r?ly keeps me on.

    A low rumble of a growl sounds his disappointment.

    "Don''t worry buddy, I had Lacy pick you up some specialty snacks at the lab mall. How do blood muffins sound?"

    Gross if someone asked me but I know he''ll love them. Sunlight starts to peek through the clouds and I know it''s time to let the big bat rest.

    As soon as I see the top of the red torii gate at the trailhead head I pat Shak''s neck, "Head on down, you can snooze while I walk the rest of the way."

    He''s all too happy at the sound of morbid snacks and a nap. With a clumsy flop we land and Shak returns to his ball¡­ which means I drop from five feet in the air to awkwardly land on my hands and knees.

    Wincing about a stick stabbing into my th??h, "Really that''s what''s gonna draw blood in this silly adventure?!"

    I can''t help but sigh as I stand up with a limp, "Yup, totally saying this was caused by one of those spectral arrows. Not an F''ing twig."

    Hobbling into the sunlight from under the gate I call out, "Does anyone know a smoking hot, redhead doctor?"

    "Kurt!" I spot my soon to be wife with May and Andrew standing under a strange umbrella of water created by what might be the largest spider I''ve ever seen. It''s easily as tall as me.

    As it''s only a drizzle at this point, Andrew thanks his pokemon and returns it to his ball.

    I plop down on a relatively dry bench installed under the treeline along the path. Lacy kneels down to check my bloody leg.

    Andrew looks concerned, "There were dozens of pokemon escaping the storm from out of the woods. What happened?"

    Oh ho, story time!

    "At first it was eerily beautiful," thinking of the ghostly procession, "all sorts of pokemon live in the murk. I was getting some flight training with my Golbat."

    Andrew looks surprised, "Impressive."

    "That''s when things got really strange. An endless stream of Shuppets and other sinister ghost pokemon were gathered around the elder Trevenant."

    May shows her experience, "That would make sense with how gloomy the town was."

    "Anyway," I wince as Lacy dabs some disinfectant on my leg, "There was a totem Decidueye leading all the ghosts. I think it was trying to revive the big tree."

    "Mephisto." Andrew scowls while glaring into the wood.

    Now for the best part, "We battled! Blue made me some wooden armor and a lance, Shak and I charged the large bird while dodging arrows left and right, I took one to the knee."

    "Really?" Lacy flicks my leg, "Cause it looks like you just got jabbed with a stick¡­ in your th??h."

    May chuckles, "What''s your deal with angry pieces of wood Kurt?"

    "No really!" awe come on, don''t let that slight fib ruin the story, "Next we''re dueling about in the sky when the lightning all came down, one of the Tapus struck the finishing blow!"

    While the girls are giving me skeptical raised brows, Andrew at least seems to believe me judging by his visible relief.

    "Hey!"

    The kids are all running over lazily followed by Dawn and her twin fan boys.

    Jane puffs out her ?h?st, "We drove back the stampede! My onix is the best!"

    Patricia is so excited she nearly drops her glasses, "I caught an Absol!"

    Naomi nods, "I think almost everyone caught something today!"

    Andrew sighs, "Well I guess this was a very successful excursion." He checks his watch and panics a little, "We better hurry back, we''ll have just enough time to hit the pokemon center and make it to the Iki Cultural Center for your challenge."

    Looking over to Jane, "Hope you''re not adventured out for the day, it''s time for your big battle!"

    No, she''s grinning like mad.

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 Chapter 60 - The Left Hoof

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    Sitting at a Luau sipping on coconut based mixed drinks with my beautiful fiance in a stunning red and white floral dress, what could be better?

    Well, maybe the same thing without the hardly subtle glares some of the locals are sending our way.

    Lacy touches my arm, "Maybe we should have just left like Dawn did on the last ferry."

    Ty, who joined me in Hawaiian shirt fun, hears and sets down his drink, "Oh for sure, but we made commitments to the regional tourism department."

    Our tables are just big enough for us ?du?ts - Gabby, Ty, May, Lacy and I - to have one and the girls to have a second.

    The Melemele Iki Cultural Center, the Mic, is a lovely garden park surrounded by a museum built to modern standards yet designed to appear historically accurate. Right down to the fake grass woven roofs. Torches line paths, flower beds in full bloom, and even a snaking stream ending in a pond.

    All afternoon young rookies have been challenging the Kahuna Hau on the bamboo stage for their right to advance to the next island. The man is a bit shorter than me, a bit rounder too, but I suspect he''s got some muscle under that big, pineapple-yellow Hawaiian shirt.

    I have my earpiece in for my dex app to help me study all the battles. In practice however, May and Gabby have been far more insightful. Ty has been using the time to edit footage of the day while being ready to film our upcoming battles. Apparently, Vermilya will also be facing Hau.

    Hau''s microphoned voice sounds from the stage over the cheers of the crowd, "Give it up again for young Lincoln folks!"

    A blue haired youth hops down and runs over to Andrew, giving his older brother a high five.

    Gabby takes another sip of her drink before leaning on the table, "That kid''s Munchlax was fast, he must have a special training method. The Ariados was as accurate as you''d like, which is perfect for countering Hau''s fighters."

    My Joltik could do better¡­ but I''m not gonna compare myself to a 14 year old¡­ much, "I''m still surprised Alola has the oldest minimum for starting their league."

    May chuckles, "You might have noticed the jungle wasn''t very welcoming. Each island has an even spread of difficulty zones. From a place to find a starter,"

    "To giant ghost types firing waves of spectral arrows." I cut in.

    Lacy nudges me with her knee, "Oh, sorry that''s where you took an arrow right? Not the twig I pulled out of your calf?"

    I laugh but whatever comeback I might have thought up is interrupted by Hau.

    "Next up is young Citro!"

    One of the green twins from earlier, I can''t tell the difference between them, yells from a table that reminds me of the Weasleys of Harry Potter. Miss Mallow and her hoard of kids, all different fathers should gossip be believed.

    "Don''t cry to mom when our dad stomps you little brother!"

    While the young boy with hair leaning close to blonde sulks his way up stage, I spot Hau and Mallow have the decency to scowl at the twins.

    Gabby snorts under her breath, "Not sure how that gal can still pump em out, twice was plenty for me."

    Oh, "You never mentioned having kids."

    Ty grins with pride, "Yup, our girl is studying in Kalos starting this year. The boy is in his second year as a trainer. He''ll be participating in the Unova Regional Invitational."

    Up on stage the ref calls match start as Hau let''s out mongoose.

    Ping* "Yungoos," according to Dexa

    The unripe lemon headed kid throws out his ball to reveal a knee high, green furred ape.

    Ping* "Thwackey."

    As the monkey commences it''s beat down of the rodent, I spot plenty of frowns in the crowd.

    Gabby explains, "It''s tradition for the challenger to use pokemon caught on the host island."

    Glancing at my dex, "I saw an evolved one of these near the meadow."

    "I''m sure that''s why Hau hasn''t said anything, he would certainly know as it''s his job. It might not be common knowledge among the town however."

    Hau grins as he returns his Yungoos, "Nice work Citro, you''ve been training hard, so I hope you don''t mind I''m raising the bar a little."

    Next to appear on stage is a waist high bipedal boar with orange and ash grey fur.

    Ping* "Pignite."

    May whistles, "The kid''s in trouble."

    Sure enough as the boar starts it''s flame charge, Citro yells for the monkey to dodge.

    Thwackey does so with a smooth dodge roll that let''s him hop up and pop the stumbling boar once with his branch.

    Citro returns the grass ape to it''s ball and sends out the flapping form of a Noibat.

    "Smooth swap," May comments, "And now his flying type should clean up."

    As predicted, the Pignite struggles to land more than glancing blows as it gets smacked around by repeating Wing Attacks from every direction.

    Hau returns his pokemon, "Text book performance Citro, you''re gonna be a great trainer!"

    Once more the crowd gives a less than enthused round of applause. I''m sure there''s a story here. While Mallow hugs her son that was one step from rubbing his win in his older brother''s face, Hau takes center stage.

    "Before we move on to tonight''s special event,"

    "Booo!" call out some of the folks that had the subtlety of a train wreck in their glares at us.

    He powers on, "I''m reminded of a suddenly very relevant story, along with some news."

    At his signal, some of the torches are snuffed out while a pair of serving staff bring out a portrait of a teen girl on stage. She''s wearing a small smile in a floral dress, her nationality is clearly closer towards Kanto or Johto compared to the tanned locals.

    "Tonight, I will speak about young Laura."

    I see some of those rude townsfolk visibly flinch.

    "Years ago her family moved to our island looking for a fresh start. Unfortunately, Laura''s father had difficulty finding anyone willing to hire him. Her mother didn''t receive much support from the community when she fell ill¡­"

    Now the ?du?ts in the crowd look extremely uncomfortable.

    "After the death of her mother, Laura''s rookie debut didn''t pan out so great either. Rival trainers didn''t seem to care when her pokemon could no longer fight¡­"

    This... is getting a bit dark for a party.

    "And so, as Everyone living on this island knows, Laura took her own life. Arceus witnessed all, our sins brought our curse. Laura''s released Dartrix evolved, Mephisto swore his revenge."

    Somewhere, I hear a child crying.

    "Three years of nightmares have haunted those who refused to show remorse. The repentant have not been affected as much. While the stubborn, have suffered accidents easily linked to sleep deprivation."

    Lacy grips my hand, this is exactly why she spent most of her life fearing pokemon. I look at the girl''s table and see most of them appalled. Jane is practically glaring back at some of the folks that boo''d a bit ago.

    "So while our best trainers searched for the sinister bird, he remained hidden to any trainer of local origin. Such was the will of Arceus."

    A few people bow their heads.

    Hau''s eyes find mine, "Today, Tapu Koko was able to strike down Mephisto after our visiting friend Kurt over there lured the menace out."

    Cheers erupt from the crowd, some people even begin to openly weep. I give my best polite smile to this messed up community.

    The Kahuna waves to the portrait, "We have been granted this reprieve, but remember how it was wrought. Support your community, be kind to your neighbor, no matter their origin of birth."

    Even with all that, I still see some sour faces, as if they would rather just blame people for coming to their island.

    Muttering to the table, "Somehow, I doubt the lesson will hold."

    May and Ty agree while the torches around the garden are relit.

    "So now!" Hau moves back to his side of the stage, "Our first guest challenger tonight is Vermilya of Dewford!"

    Some genuine, others obligatory, applause accompanies the stone faced girl with purple hair on her way up. She''s dressed in a purple floral dress that ends just past her knees, her trainer gear neatly tucked in a matching courier bag.

    Naomi brightly cheers alongside Vermilya''s teammates, "Go get em Milly!"

    Hau pulls another pokeball off a cart nearby, a large pink and black bear appears like some sort of carnival grand prize. Its adorable until it roars.

    Ping* "Bewear."

    Vermilya pauses while holding the ball she was about to use. I swear her eyes find mine before switching to Naomi and she actually winks.

    Instead she grabs a different ball from her bag.

    May sits a little straighter, "So she''s not starting her Tyrunt."

    With a flash a strange, pink jellyfish appears, floating through the air towards the edge of the stage connecting to the waterfall part of the garden''s water feature.

    Ping* "Frillish."

    Some of the more experienced trainers in the crowd groan or sigh, a few even laugh including May.

    Hau pats his bear on the shoulder, "Well thought out, that''s a lovely ghost type. I won''t fuss, part of being a good trainer is knowing how to study challenges and use type advantages effectively."

    As Hau returns his Pok¨¦mon, Gabby fist bumps my shoulder, "Just like your Dewford match, there was nothing the bear could do to touch the ghost. It''s an auto Pok¨¦mon advantage to Vermilya."

    The Kahuna smirks, "ya know, I don''t get to let this girl shine often!"

    Appearing from the ball is a Pok¨¦mon even I recognize, Raichu. Although this one has been getting a tan it seems.

    Vermilya takes initiative as the ref starts the fight.

    With the full seriousness of a fight in her tone, "Bubble Bath!"

    What?

    Clouds of bubbles burst from the waterfall and crash like a tidal wave across the stage.

    "Holy Shit!"

    Ping* "Water Sport, Bubble?"

    Dexa seems iffy on the move identity.

    Hau just nods in appreciation as the wave approaches his side of the field, "Very cool, but its nothing to my Raichu. Get it girl!"

    The Raichu''s tail practically glows as she hops on and my Dex app loses her shit.

    Ping* "Calm Mind, Agility, Surf!"

    That last one¡­

    Sure enough, May groans as we see the waist tall mouse ride the wave, static sparks popping bubbles by the dozen.

    The Hoenn expert grumbles, "It would be one of those surfing pikachus."

    While Raichu hangs ten at an increasing speed, Vermilya decides to crank it to eleven, "Typhoon and Burst!"

    Visually, it''s insane. The bubbles start spinning into a miniature hurricane while the occasional black bubble fires out in an attempt to knock out the electric mouse riding the storm!

    Ping* "Ominous Wind, Shadowball."

    Hau measures how much more his Raichu can take, "You gotta end this, Detect and Thunder Punch!"

    Raichu hooks into the eye of the storm leaving bolts of yellow lightning in her wake that branch along the conductive water bubbles.

    The Dewford prodigy calls out, "Nightshade!"

    A shadow of some horrifying creature of the deep opens its maw to swallow Raichu whole. The mouse is a lightning clad comet in the dark as a nova of sparks sunders the storm!

    Bubbles burst in a chain reaction.

    When the last of the water spills from the edge of the stage, both pokemon are passed out on the floor.

    A double knockout.

    May grins, "That was awesome, and Milly is still a Pok¨¦mon up!"

    Gabby shakes her husband and coworker, "Tell me you got all that!"

    He smirks, "You bet your perky ?ss!"

    Lacy giggles, "Did the camera catch that too?"

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 Chapter 61 - Bull Fighting

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    Hau''s Final Pokemon appears on stage. And¡­ it''s a lemur as tall as him?

    Ping* "Passimian."

    "Um, should I be impressed?" I ask the table.

    The pokemon in question cracks it''s neck and pumps his fists in anticipation for the fight.

    Shrugs all around so I may as well check the app real quick.

    "Thriving via teamwork, these pokemon can emulate their trainer''s other pokemons'' natural abilities."

    May snaps her fingers, "Fluffy! Look how it''s puffing out its fur!"

    I think I read that one lets the pokemon''s thick fur absorb some of the damage of physical attacks.

    Vermilya throws out a ball. A roar follows the flash as a young Nidoqueen enters the stage. Coming in a about ?h?st height, the bipedal blue rhino/porcupine

    Gabby nods, "Well the little miss isn''t using a dex app mid fight so she''s sending out her starter to play it safe."

    While not as flashy, there''s no denying the all out brawl that ensues is intense to watch. The Passimian puts on a brilliant display of MMA style fighting with Low Sweeps, Double Kicks, and Quick Guards. It''s when it goes for a Seismic Toss that things take a turn for the big monkey.

    Vermilya''s mostly evolved Nidoqueen hunkers down on all fours and uses Bulldoze to give Passimian the ride of it''s life. Ending with a front flip, Nidoqueen takes up a stance again while the lemur is lying on it''s back, breathing heavily. Dozens of quills can be seen standing up out of the fur on it''s ?h?st. In fact, they''re all over the stage.

    I catch a local grumbling something about Toxic Spikes being a bullshit move.

    Who in their right mind would try to grab hold of something covered in poisonous spines though?

    Even Hau facepalms as he returns his pokemon to it''s ball, "Well, that''s all for this battle. An extremely well thought out fight by the young lady from Dewford, give another shout for Vermilya everybody!"

    Most of the cheers are genuine and the girl holds her long purple hair out of the way while she gives a beautiful smile and waves to the crowd. She rejoins her table with hugs and high fives among the younger teens.

    Jane however, she''s still eyeballing some of the rude locals that scoffed at the story of the poor girl earlier.

    "Hmm," I lean over to Lacy, "I think my prot¨¦g¨¦ is in the mood to exert some dominance."

    Turning to our media crew friends, "Jane is gonna give yall some nice highlights tonight."

    "Up next," the Kahuna smirks at the older teen stepping up to his field, "We have Jane from LaRousse City, home of the Hoenn Battle Tower." he faces Jane, "You wanna raise the bar another notch there Missy?"

    Not waiting for Hau, Jane pulls out a pokeball, Marble the Onix dominates the stage, "Bring it!"

    The Kahuna laughs and glances my way, "How bout something familiar eh?!"

    A dark glow grows to nearly match Marble in height as a bulky white Trevenant appears.

    Hawaiian Banyan Tree

    I get it now, this island is like the Dewford Gym, it''s not strictly fighting type so much as close combat.

    "Well shit." I let out Blue to watch the fight.

    May b?r?ly manages to take her eyes off the stage to look confused at my odd Phantump clad in wooden armor like a toy knight, "Kurt, is that still a Phantump?"

    "Technically¡­ who knows?" I really can only shrug, "I''m not a professor so I legit, can''t say."

    The ref drops the flag to start the fight.

    "Glitter!"

    "Seeds!"

    Blinding light flickers from the gold veins of Marble as she surrounds the tree with her snake-like body, but Hau is focusing on setting the field.

    Seeds scatter from the tangle of vines covering the big Trevenant while at the same time, all the plants in the cultural center start to glow, marbles of soft green light seem to rise from the flowers and start drifting towards the stage.

    Every instinct tells me Jane needs to crush her opponent fast.

    "Head Smash!"

    "Wood Hammer!"

    A log of a fist meets a stone face. Trevenant''s right arm is turned to splinters while Marble reels from the blow as well.

    "Jungle Healing." Calls Hau without ever dropping his smirk.

    Jane''s eyes go wide as the glowing spores from the garden fuse with the Trevenant, allowing it''s arm to reform rapidly.

    She looks at her dizzy Onix, "Rock Slide!"

    Marble attempts to full body slam the tree.

    Hau shouts, "Bloom Doom!"

    This time, both of Trevenant''s arms glow with green power as they slam forward into Onix.

    Marble groans in pain and collapses.

    Jane returns her pokemon almost in shock.

    "Disrespect, shouldn''t go unanswered." Hau''s expression softens, "Overconfidence¡­ must occasionally be shattered."

    I catch the hint of tears in the torchlight from the girl I''ve watched grow over the last month. However her pale gold eyes are still sharp with anger. I recognise her next ball as the special fossil one.

    Her young Aerodactyl enters the battle, "Ares, don''t stop till he drops!"

    Like a grey cannonball the Aerodactyl takes off.

    Hau tries to snare him down, "Power whip."

    The vines draping Trevenant drop to the floor as it begins to swing them like actual whips. A breeze passes through the audience with each powerful swing.

    Jane pleads through her anger, "Tailwind, Dragon Dance!"

    Vine after vine whips through the air, each one just missing Ares.

    The redhead finally finds some momentum, "Wing Attack those vines to shreds!"

    Sure enough, the vines start to get pruned back as Aerodactyl slowly reduces Trevenant''s attack range. Assuming Hau stays on theme and doesn''t fight like Blue and I.

    The man just nods in acceptance as the vines are shredded apart, "Forest Curse, Will-o-Wisps."

    Once more the garden lights up, the green marbles of grass energy swirl around the stage. It''s mesmerizing and definitely troublesome for Jane. Ares can''t dodge all the pollen like spores, they cling to his scaly hide. The purpose becomes clear as small white flames bloom like flowers in Trevenant''s leafage.

    Jane urges her pokemon on, "Faster Ares, You can carve him into kindling!"

    He is doing damage, cuts score along the bark each time Ares passes the big tree.

    May sighs, "Hau is putting on an impromptu Boss Battle, that Trevenant is most likely from his top team."

    Indeed, it''s the Kahuna that opts to ?ssert dominance, "Phantom Force, Fire Punch!"

    Trevenant disappears in a swirl of leaves, reappearing right in the flight path of Aerodactyl. Wisp flames coat it''s arm as a blinding white punch, crunches into the small avian dinosaur. The pollen clinging to Ares'' body ignites as he crashes into the stage.

    "Ares!"

    Jane almost falls to her knees as she returns her smoldering pokemon.

    Gabby grimaces, "That tyke was far too low a level for this type of battle."

    Lacy squeezes my hand, "So much for his speech about acceptance earlier."

    "No," I completely disagree, "Jane walked up there with a swagger and disrespected the tradition of letting the gym leader or Kahuna set the stage. In front of his entire village, who he just tried to convince visitors should be welcomed. Our girl forced him into looking like a hypocrite. At the same time, I don''t think he would field a pokemon that couldn''t be beaten."

    To her credit, Jane takes a deep breath and bows towards the Kahuna, "I apologize for being rude when I stormed up here. I take it I have one pokemon left for this challenge?"

    Hau smiles, "Yes, and I will not use another."

    Betting everything on her starter just like Vermilya, "We can do this Crooky!"

    Waist high croc versus a power house tree triple his height.

    But ya know, team work makes the dream work.

    The Krokorok strikes his claws together and snarls at the opponent. I''ve long since turned off my Dex app, finding it more distracting in these intense moments.

    If a tree could scoff, Trevenant just did as it looked back towards Hau. The Kahuna doesn''t react, letting his pokemon decide how to continue.

    What would be considered Trevenant''s mouth twists up into a smirk as the wood of the stage erupts with roots looking to ensnare the croc before he even gets a swing in!

    "That''s more familiar," I can''t help but comment. "But I''ve let Jane and Crooky train for this type of battle before."

    Sure enough, Crooky cleverly starts to parkour his way along the roots, each one falling to wrap him before he''s dashing forward on all fours. He may be able to walk upright now but he''s still steadier and more nimble on four legs for now.

    Jane finds some rhythm, "Keep moving, Lash Out as you go!"

    Crooky jumps over one root while slicing apart the next.

    Jane might have a fault in focusing so much of her time on her starter, but no doubt he''s a beast!

    Across the maze of wood, the croc finally reaches the tree. I would have Blue Shadow Sneak away. Trevenant actually lets out a booming chuckle. Another Wood Hammer rockets towards his opponent.

    "Dig!"

    At Jane''s command, Crooky dives into one of the many holes now peppering the stage.

    She follows up, "Crunch, Lock Jaw, Torment!"

    Trevenant''s arm pulls back from the stage floor with the small crocodile latched on, chomping it to bits.

    It''s original dominance falters as the barbaric tree starts flailing his arm about in an attempt to dislodge Crooky!

    As the arm passes the tree''s eye, Jane shouts again, "Foul Play!"

    The croc leaps for the eye and chomps down at the rim before shredding into the bark with his claws.

    Roars of pain fill the stage. In it''s rage, Trevenant manages to punch itself in the face while forgetting to heal up from the surrounding garden.

    With a flash, Hau returns his pokemon to it''s ball.

    While Crooky flops to the stage in confusion, the audience is similarly stunned in silence.

    Hau returns to his friendly smile, "A well fought battle against a much stronger opponent, how about a cheer for the young woman from Hoenn!"

    Jane manages to pick up her croc like an overweight and toothy teddy bear. She shyly bows to the soft applause from the crowd before turning back to Hau. "Did I even stand a chance?"

    He looks at the trainers in the crowd before patting her on the shoulder, "I don''t know you Jane like I do the children from my island. Had your other pokemon been at the level of your Krokorok, then yes, you should have secured a challenging yet clean win."

    "However," he leads her to the stairs off the stage, "That isn''t the most important of lessons I''m sure you''ll ponder after tonight." His attention goes back to the rookies in the audience, "The season is ten months long, rushing from one event to the next will not help you succeed. Even if you somehow defeat each Kahuna or gym in a couple months, the tournament date won''t change."

    May sighs, "He''s not wrong, if anything you just risk burning out your pokemon early or getting them seriously injured and losing out on valuable training and development time."

    I watch the girls try to cheer up Jane, "Isn''t that part of why we came to Alola? Take a week to train in a new environment, catch exotic pokemon and all that."

    Gabby starts reviewing footage with Ty, "That normally doesn''t include high intensity battles, stampedes¡­ or plane crashes."

    She turns the tablet pc around to show a still of Jane''s Krokorok flying through the air at Trevenant''s glowing eye, "You weren''t wrong about highlights. Hopefully we find some similar shots for Naomi, she''s supposed to be the star of the show after all."

    May rolls her eyes, "I''m sure the little heiress will have her moment in the Battle Tower on the last day."

    On que, Naomi walks over to me, "Kurt," I can see the determination in her face, "I''m falling behind."

    "Well then," standing up and messing up her hair a little, "Let''s get back to the boat and figure this out."

    We all shake the Kahuna''s hand, even Jane. It''s a quiet walk down to the harbor for the kids while Gabby and Ty whisper about how to string together their footage of the night.

    A surprise is waiting for us at the pier however in the form of the green haired Miss Mallow standing behind her son Citro. His odd, hazel hair shines in the light of the pier lights. Mallow kisses his head and pushes him forward.

    The boy wipes his eyes and approaches Naomi, "Miss Watson, please give me a ride off this Arceus Damned island!"

    Naomi doesn''t jump to refuse, "Where to?"

    He straightens his back, "All the way to Hoenn, if I can."

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 Chapter 62 - Blacktop Battles

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    While the knock off Malfoy seems ready to scream at the stars to let his frustration with this island be known, I look to his mother. I won''t claim to be the best at reading people but it''s fairly obvious she''s hoping we''ll agree.

    "You alright with your son leaving the region in his rookie year?"

    She closes her eyes and looks at the pier under her feet, "There''s nowhere in Alola where people won''t look at my little lemon and not feel hate¡­"

    He turns, "Not even home."

    The woman flinches a bit at that. Is she scared of her son?

    My phone buzzes in my pocket, not really the time to check my messages.

    "Kurt," Gabby whispers.

    Looking at the pair, Ty is trying to subtly wave his phone.

    Oh fine, while Naomi tries to judge the boy via some sort of staring contest, I check my phone.

    Ty sent me two articles, one is a local gossip column about Miss Mallow, effectively telling the whole town she''s a horny drunk. The second is an international headline, "Cause of Aether Disaster Revealed!" The picture shows a burning island sinking with what looks like a sub picture of blond twins that look just like older versions of the boy in front of us. The subheader, "Ultra Gladeon''s death blow stuns the world."

    Alright, I can put two and two together. I put my phone away and return to the little teen staring contest, "Kid, I''d bet you need paperwork to transfer regions. Meanwhile it shouldn''t be an issue to give you a ride to Akala, ?ssuming Naomi''s fine with it. Call it a trial run."

    Naomi just nods while the boy practically sags with relief. I won''t say I have any friendly feelings about his mother looking even more relieved. From the only perspective that matters, she''s doing what she hopes is best for her son... And her.

    It''s reflected in the way the boy goes over to hug his mother and it might just be the most awkward thing I''ve seen all night.

    "Alright, get your shit on the boat. Naomi, how we doing on rooms?"

    The heiress panics at not knowing something she probably thinks I expect her to know.

    "Naomi, Captain Johanna is leaning on the railing over there," the older blonde woman just up the gangplank gives her miniature boss a wink, "You never have to know all the details kiddo, just need to know who does have them."

    Of course I know that at least tonight we won''t be on the boat for more than five hours so if he wants to sleep he can pass out on a deck chair for all it matters. Lad''s gotta get used to ruffing it at least a little bit. Must be nice having the first leg of your journey being centered around your home.

    Everyone does get some sleep however, the girls have a bit of a slumber party in Naomi''s master bedroom. The boy does find a deck chair and spare sheet, his Thwackey doing a teddy bear impression. We''ll just spend the night on the boat, even after reaching Akala.

    When morning comes, we spend some time in a little sandy cove just off the harbor. Citro introduces his pokemon, the Thwackey, Noibat, and a Whiscash. The catfish pokemon is b?r?ly large enough to ride like some sort of inflatable pool toy.

    While May and her team left for the volcano, we spent an extra hour focusing on our water pokemon. Setting up little practice spars from my Skrelp, Nessie and Zilla the Tirtouga. Jane''s Corphish played with Ruby the Clauncher, while King the Magicarp slammed against her Wimpod like two brats in a bounce house. Lastly Naomi''s Clamperl decided she''d rather play at being boogie board. Naomi held on while giggling as the giant clam jetted about the shallow surf.

    It was honestly relaxing. I was even able to let Tesla work with my little Sandshrew, Rusty. If we had all day I''m sure I could have let Blue meet the Murkrow pair for some beach side treasure hunting with the Sandygast I caught.

    But, I''ve got work to do before the race this evening, "Alright team, we''ve got a volcano to climb and pokemon to catch."

    It''s another thirty minutes of prep, checking our gear, stopping at the Mart and Center, before we''re finally in the jeep and headed towards the east side of the island. I''ve already contacted the Wela Ranger station and gotten clearance to proceed with my commission as long as I abide by standard ethics laws. No, forcefully snatching up nests and such, I have an additional duffle bag full of pokeballs to do things the ''Right'' way. In other words, I have to convince or battle every pokemon.

    As we start seeing the rolling plains of hardened, black lava rock, "All right our shopping list is: Salandit galore, two Fletchlings, a female Magby or Magmar, and a female Tepig."

    Jane leans past the passenger seat from the back where she''s crammed with Naomi and Citro, "I need a fire type for my team."

    Our new kid raises his hand awkwardly from being squished between the two girls, "I was hoping to catch a female Salandit before leaving Alola."

    Naomi just shrugs, "I caught plenty yesterday, but is this commission for the Lavaridge ranch?"

    I nod while turning off the main road to what looks like a marked out parking area.

    "Perfect," she looks fired up, "Let''s do our best so they''ll save me their best Ponyta when we get back!"

    After twenty minutes of hiking the black rock, thank Arceus my girlfriend brought sunblock, we started finding other trainers and of course, wild pokemon.

    First up was a very young Torkoal, my Sandshrew put up a good fight with his sand attacks and ''Bulldoze'' (more of rolling into the tortoise while flinging dirt) until the wild pokemon turtled up in his shell and refused to come out.

    Next we found some Fletchcinders that were too fast for us to battle, but Jane''s Aerodactyl was able to follow them to a cliffy area where dozens of nests could be seen.

    Naomi''s Swablu, Nimbus finally got some training in. She was slower than the little fire hawks but by coordinating with Ares and the Noibat, she was able to peck down two Fletchlings. Which royally pissed off a Talonflame. Citro''s catfish stalled it with a strong Water Gun while we put some distance between us and the nesting grounds. I caught sight of it circling back to the cliffs to attack a Torracat that was taking advantage of the distraction we created.

    Salandit were the next easiest to find, due to them moving about the lava fields in packs. This group seemed to also be heading to raid the bird nests. Citro once more used his Whiscash to Water Gun the front few lizards until the back line crawled over them and started spitting poison our way.

    Jane''s Onix used a single whip of her tail to bring that situation to a halt.

    "We''re supposed to be bringing up our less used pokemon Jane," then noticing the luxury ball Citro was about to use on a female lizard, "Where''d you get one of those?"

    He scratches his head nervously, "Legal inheritance."

    Ah, cool, this lava field has landmines too, "Alright how many we catch?"

    Naomi tallies up the results, "Ten, and I''m with Jane, I''d rather not play at dodging volleys of poison spit."

    I see Lacy and Citro nodding in agreement.

    "Fine," pulling up some articles on my dex app for our remaining targets, "Magmar line pokemon live in caves, and Tepig prefer living along the tree line. So let''s head a little further up the mountain along the edge of the park."

    Some areas are quite pretty, patches of flowers attract brilliant red Oricorios that tempt Jane and Naomi. When we find a pair including a male shiny I have to all but drag them by the collar to stop them.

    "What are you going to do with that little bird? It''s completely counter to your battle styles. And Naomi, these pokemon like this type of habitat, which is pretty counter to your garden plan."

    While both girls grumble, Lacy whispers in my ear, "How are your Trumbeaks doing Mr. Hypocrite?"

    "They''ll do just fine in Naomi''s garden, thank you."

    She gives me a kiss on the cheek before continuing up the path to the area on the west side of the volcano. Spires of rock create washes of hardened lava flows and in the areas spared from molten rock grow patches of jungle trees.

    "Puiiii!"

    A loud squeal from around the trail bend causes us to pick up the pace. Passing a spire to a small clearing with growing bamboo we find Dawn''s team. Tommy is battling a Pignite with his rock critter, Boldore. Meanwhile Edgar is fending off a few Tepig with his shiny grey Corvisquire.

    Dawn spots our arrival from her seat on a boulder, "Oh, Mr. Action Hero coming to the rescue? Don''t worry, my boys are managing, if a big bad Emboar shows up I''ll keep it busy."

    "Actually," I point at the Tepig, "I''m after one of those little oinkers Eddy is playing with."

    The lad wipes some sweat from his forehead, "By all means Mr. Kurt. One last gust Monty and we''re pulling back!"

    I send out two pokemon, my Sandshrew and Sandygast, "Alright lads keep em busy. Rusty, the left one is a female, we''re gonna catch her."

    All of the crushed volcanic rock allows my Sandygast to practically wall off two of the Tepig while Rusty makes his first, in battle, attempt at Gyro Ball. The opponent Tepig uses tackle.

    Basically the piglet and baby anteater headbutt each other and both come away confused, "Not bad buddy but just smack him with a bunch of dirt!"

    "Yes!" shouts Tommy behind me.

    Dawn yelps, "Tommy Dive!"

    I look back to see Tom hit the deck like his life depends on it. Which, going by the Flamethrower blasting over his head, it did.

    With a flash a large pelican appears in front of Dawn, "Relax big boy, you know what''s going on here. Your kids look very strong, they''ll make you proud."

    The flames disperse to show a boar standing upright as tall as I am and probably double my weight. Fire and smoke exit his mouth with every breath as I swear one of his brows arches at Dawn''s statement.

    Lacy grips my arm, her fingers digging into my bicep to a point that if she let her nails grow I''m sure they''d be drawing blood. Naomi and Citro are peeking out over the boulder Dawn was sitting on. Ed boy is actually hiding behind Jane, Onix''s ball in her hand.

    The Emboar looks from Tommy to my Sandygast and then to me, he points at my ghost, "Boar."

    Carefully I recall my pokemon. He nods with a flaming grunt, and then as those two Tepig fall over themselves to hide behind him he looks to the female fighting my Sandshrew and growls out a menacing, "Embooooar."

    She squares up and inhales a large breath.

    Shit, "Sand Attack Rusty!"

    Ember meets a plume of gravel and dust only to be parted by a charging Tepig coated in flames.

    "Dig!"

    Rusty b?r?ly gets half buried as the flame charging Tepig basically trips over the little mound of dirt and scales. My Sandshrew pops back up and begins flinging dirt to put out the little Firestarter¡­

    Emboar sighs and gives Dawn a withering gaze before leading his two remaining children back into the patch of jungle. I don''t think he bought Dawn''s flattery but he was aware of what we were doing.

    My pokeball flashes to signal a successful catch. I can''t help but think it''s unfortunate that this pokemon that, while clumsy, seems to be at a decent level, is going to a breeder ranch instead of a trainer.

    Looking at Jane, "I think you missed out here."

    She smirks while smacking Edgar''s shoulder, causing the rich boy to wince, "Nah, Eddy''s got me covered. There''s a few caves further up and on the north side we should check out."

    Pretty sure you covered him. Glancing at the midday sun and the shade of trees here, "Well, let''s have lunch first. Hopefully those caves pan out, we just have a Magby and whatever you''re targeting left."

    Naomi is checking her phone when she gasps, "They found the missing engineer for the Zekrom!"

    I look at the news article from Mauville, a picture shows police trying to clear the press away from a charred figure suspended in the wires above Mauville''s power plant. That''s a nasty way to go, and I highly doubt he did it to himself.

    The next headline down catches my eye, "Vivian''s Quagsire takes first place in the second mosh of the season!" Seems my ''employee'' has been having a good time.

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 Chapter 63 - Feel the Burn

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    The trail leading up to the caves is made of compacted gravel and I really don''t trust it. My concern is only increased by looking up and ahead. The caves we''re looking for are in plain sight, lava tubes in fact. But that''s not an issue, no, the issue is that it looks like something took a slice out of the side of the volcano.

    Wela Volcano''s smooth slope has a piece cut clean off and the hill of igneous boulders down below is the result of what was sheared off. Just like cutting a piece of fudge cake and leaving it set to the side.

    Ropes are anchored along the snaking path that branches out so that nearly every cave is accessible. Although some of the higher ones I wouldn''t approach without some kind of hiking gear.

    When we finally reach the first one I can''t help but pull back from the intense heat billowing out of the tunnel.

    "Alright," Looking back at my team, "If you''ve got anything to cover your face, you''ll be better off than me in here."

    Best I have on me is a pair of sunglasses, perfect for an already dark tunnel¡­

    A hand passes me a bandanna, looking back Jane is pulling more out of her bag and giving the last one to Citro.

    "Nice! Shall we?" I gesture to the cave mouth and Jane sticks out her tongue.

    The tunnel is large enough that the jeep could drive through, however when I step around the slight bend I see a problem. Namely a local group of rookies having their lunch at the dead end.

    "Sorry guys," I wave at the three teens chugging water and granola bars, "Don''t suppose you''ve seen any Magby today?"

    A boy with a top knot points up, "Some of the upper tunnel entrances go deeper in the mountain. It shouldn''t be hard to find one near an active vent, just don''t fall in."

    The girl of the trio calls out, "Wait! Are you here for the fire festival?" The rest of our team steps around the bend, "Y''all should hurry if you want to earn enough points to get a prize this year."

    Naomi tilts her head, "Prize?"

    Adjusting his glasses, the last boy releases his Tepig, "It''s like a carnival at the Wela Shrine near the peak. They have prizes beneficial for fire types. We''re doing the Treasure hunt challenge."

    Tying her black hair back, the girl gives a toothy grin, "Last year someone found a Fire Stone geode the size of a Raticate! He got the Crown for the year."

    That sounds like it would look badass on a shelf, "Well best of luck, and thanks for the tip."

    The next three tunnels show similar results, one Slugma, two more trainers and a really big hole I''d rather not risk exploring today.

    Finally the fourth goes in far enough that we catch light glowing on the wall of the next turn. Thick smoke fills the cave ceiling however I can tell it''s getting siphoned off by a man drilled hole in the roof that''s also taking care of most of the heat. The heat is nearly unbearable, but I can just hear the sounds of sizzling, bubbling, and maybe something else.

    "Naomi," I step back to the group, "I can hear lava ahead I think, and maybe some pokemon. Can your Floette create enough of a breeze to clear the smoke?"

    "No problem!" Her enthusiasm to be useful doesn''t go unnoticed.

    We need to spend more time grinding out some training for her team.

    The little sprite appears in a burst of blue petals and begins to twirl it''s flower, a gentle gust of wind begins to force up the smog obscuring the chamber.

    Revealed is another Slugma, but it''s fighting off a Magby attempting to capitalize on the heat coming from a glowing orange vein in the rock. Actual magma can be seen dripping in a crack in the wall.

    Dexa has bad news however, this is a male Magby, "We''ll you wanna try scaring it off and seeing if it leads us to more?"

    Lacy shoots that down, "I don''t think we should head further down this tunnel with how thick the smoke gets."

    Naomi whispers, "It shouldn''t be an issue for Delphi to keep blowing away the smoke."

    "Alright," I peek at Lacy and see her eyes roll, "lead the way."

    With a flash of light, Naomi sends out her Mienfoo and Ralts, "Froosh, use Fake Out on the Magby. Lasura, use hypnosis on Slugma."

    While Ralts sends a swirl of blue petals to dance rapidly around the Slugma''s head, the ninja weasel does a flying roundhouse kick that Chuck Norris would approve of. The fire slug starts to get dizzy tracking the ethereal petals while Magby takes the hit to the ?h?st and slams into the wall.

    Mienfoo follows up her attack with an intimidating growl but I can see the little gal favoring the foot she didn''t kick with.

    Magby takes off down the tunnel while Slugma collapses near the wall vein, it''s body slowly pouring down into the lava flow.

    "Um...That won''t kill it, right?"

    Citro snorts, "Nah, they swim in the stuff."

    Glancing back at the boy, "How''s your team looking for going further in?"

    He shrugs, "I don''t think Boomer will like anything fire related, but my Noibat is good to go."

    Naomi returns her Ralts as she starts to wilt in the heat, the Mienfoo gets the burn on her foot healed by a cream Wattson had in her bag before also returning to her ball. With the heat picking up even more, Naomi lets out her Alolan Vulpix.

    "Frost, use Icy Wind to help us in the tunnel."

    Sure enough as the spiky white tail starts to swish back and forth, I can spot little ice crystals drift out and gust ahead of us as it quickly melts.

    I wouldn''t call the tunnel tolerable by any stretch, but we should manage to jog down another dozen yards or so before leaving for another. Two more turns, an accidental dead end, and we find the path coming to an abrupt end via a cave in, minus a small hole dug out near the side where molten rock drips across the floor like metal slag.

    The first Magby is pestering another that seems to have fought off a retreating Diglett. Fortunately this one looks to be female.

    Seeing as most of the other pokemon have had some sort of challenge today except the bugs for obvious reasons, I give my Tirtouga some time in the hot seat.

    "Zilla, Aqua Jet into Razor Shell, then a point blank Water Gun!"

    My blue sea turtle rockets forward in a spray of water with a slight spin in order to slam her shell into the two Magby!

    The boy from before takes the impact and gets smashed aside while the target female makes a clean jump over my turtle. Zilla whips her head forwards and Water guns the male to unconsciousness.

    "I guess I should specify next time. The other one Zilla!"

    But the female isn''t taking this lightly, she dashes forward while coating her arm in flames.

    "Withdraw and water gun!"

    Zilla shields her face with her flippers to block the hit that shoves her back a bit along the smooth stone floor before she gives another shot of water. It b?r?ly clips the speedy little fire type and I know Zilla only stores so much water in her shell. I know this volcano air won''t have any of that fancy water energy special focused pokemon pull from.

    Magby follows up by spewing out a black cloud of smog.

    "One more Aqua jet with a Smack Down this time!"

    Zilla bursts through the smog in a spray of water vapor and whips her stone shelled beak into Magby''s face.

    I''m practically out of water but not the fight, "Bite!"

    "BYyyy!"

    A scream that definitely makes me feel bad escapes Magby as she struggles to free herself from the sharp turtle beak. Boiling blood drips to the cave floor while at the same time Zilla is suffering from the heated body of the fire type, her eyes shut tight.

    Maybe Zilla can pull enough water to end it, "Brine."

    Sea foam bubbles from my Tirtougas mouth around the wound as Magby''s cries become weaker, the little gal passes out from the pain.

    It might have been a solid battle, but as my pokeball signals a successful catch I can''t help feeling a little bad.

    Citro voices my thoughts, "I can see why commission hunting isn''t a popular job. It''s one thing if you''re going to turn around and make it up to the pokemon, but this¡­ I''d pass."

    "Well," I pat Zilla on the head and return her as well, "That was definitely a bit more vicious feeling than normal."

    Jane sprays a bit of potion on the passed out male Magby and does what she can to wake it up without actually touching his heated body, which amounts to blowing in its ear. "Well that''s also why most training is done through sparring or challenges or move practice."

    When the little guy starts to show movement she quickly backs off to avoid an ember to the face, "Let''s get out of here."

    Making our way back out, I glance at Jane, "So what are you after here?"

    She grins and points just ahead as a weird pokemon, wearing a skull on its head with the spine still attached, steps out of what we thought was a dead end earlier, "That!"

    The charcoal grey wallaby turns towards us and growls from under its bone helmet, "Marrro!"

    Once more Citro and Naomi take cover with Lacy as Jane sends out her Krokorok.

    "This is it Crooky! Man to Man!"

    Glancing at my dex app, "That Marowak is female, Jane."

    "Regardless," she powers through as the two similarly sized pokemon square off, "Kick it off with a Sand Attack!"

    The croc dips into a low spin and flings gravel into the face of his opponent who just lowers her head and shakes it off. With another growl, emerald flames ignite along the skull and spine bones and at either end of the large femur the pokemon wields like a club.

    With a burst of speed Marowak charges forwards while spinning the bone, a wheel of flames comes crashing down.

    Jane smirks without missing a command.

    Crooky steps in blocks with both arms below the flames but roars from the pain.

    "Payback and Power Trip!"

    The croc lashes out and grabs hold of the Marowak''s club before leaping to tail slam the head of the armored opponent. It tries to fight back but Jane seems like she''s giving no mercy this time.

    "Foul play and Crunch!"

    Marowak tries once more to take back her club but when she reaches with the other paw, Crooky chomps down on it. Then the sinister reptile starts using his hind legs to claw at Marowak''s belly.

    The contest of strength seems to just b?r?ly edge out in the Krokorok''s favor as he pushes them over into a roll on the ground, the whole time refusing to let the opponent go. She begins to smash her skull clad head against the croc but that just makes him more aggressive.

    Jane risks stepping closer to the brawl, "Marowak, yield!"

    Marowak flares enough flames to force Crooky to let go but just as she tries to smack him with it, the sand crocodile does a classic death roll along the ground, dragging the howling Marowak with him.

    When he stops he finally let''s go with his jaws and pins both of Marowak''s arms to the ground, his tail wrapped over hers, his reptilian eyes glaring into hers.

    After an intense second the flames along the bones flicker out without ever having had the chance to contact Crooky.

    Marowak looks over to Jane and nods with a huff of breath.

    Jane tosses out a dusk ball and it confirms the catch with b?r?ly a shake.

    Looking at the girl who was just acting all intimidating, do a little happy dance, "You had this all planned huh?"

    She snorts, "They swing flaming bones and wear skulls! How could I not want one?!"

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 Chapter 64 - Hot Blooded

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    The shrine grounds near the top of Wela Volcano are filled with food stands and carnival games, there is even a large stage where trainers battle it out! I b?r?ly herd the kids into the small pokemon center before they''re nearly running back out the front doors. It''s a lively atmosphere helped along by festive drum music from somewhere on the grounds.

    Naomi is practically hopping about between us, "Let''s play Games!"

    Citro is b?r?ly holding back joining her in excitement.

    "Alright," grabbing Lacy''s hand, "Lead on punks, but I want snacks ASAP."

    The first stall we find has kababs and I''m going to avoid the question of which flying type pokemon was cooked in this delicious honey glaze. Definitely a twist on the ''Who''s that Pokemon?!'' challenge.

    Moving on, the first game we try is a classic, using a pokemon''s attack to cause a balloon to fill until it pops. Entering as a group, it''s my Joltik powering an inflator versus Jane''s new Marowak using hot air, Naomi''s Vulpix blowing Icy Wind, Lacy''s Ribombee focusing a Fairy Wind, and Citro hauls his Whiscash onto the counter to use Water Gun.

    It may or may not surprise anyone that the high pressure water spout from Citro''s massive catfish filled the balloon in an instant, although my Joltik powered inflator was a close second.

    Next up is a bell ringer game, just punch the pad to send up the ringer. Jane is keeping Marowak out to get the new fire pokemon to warm up to her. It handedly beats out Citro''s Thwackey while my little Sandshrew and Naomi''s Mienfoo are probably better off in a lower division.

    Lacy might have felt sour from the several games her pokemon couldn''t participate in because she actually accepted a battle challenge from a rookie trainer. The girl probably thought Lacy was a regional challenger or something.

    One moment I was collecting my tickets for winning a target shooting game via Tesla''s string shot, the next I saw Lacy on stage to the cheers of the crowd.

    Leafeon is staring down the rookie''s puppy, a Rockruff. If it wasn''t for Leafeon being clearly young, I''d expect the crowd would boo over the older trainer using type advantage. Sure enough, the Leafeon does her Swords Dance (a fancy little dodging motion) into Leaf Blade combo. The puppy gets sent tumbling from the leafy tail to the face.

    The rookie gets frustrated, "Come on, get up and lock it down with a bite!"

    Unfortunately for the pup I think it has less bite than it''s trainer''s bark.

    Leafeon dashes forward and does a spinning double kick with her hind legs sending Rockruff right out of the ring just as it was getting up.

    Lacy returns her pokemon and it looks like she tries to get a word in with the girl but the rookie just storms off after smashing something into Lacy''s hand.

    My fiance walks back over to us practically in a daze, "She just shoved the pokeball in my hand, that she''d rather I take ''the useless runt'' than her 300 poke."

    Citro glares at the girl fading into the crowd, "This region sucks. All the trainers are so¡­"

    "Angsty?" I guess.

    He blinks at me, "I have no idea what that means."

    Jane smirks, "moody, angry, feisty? More importantly," She looks to Lacy, "What ya gonna do with the pokemon?"

    Lacy sighs and hands the ball to Citro.

    "Me?!" he almost drops it.

    "I''m not the best match for a pokemon so battle oriented. I''m not entering tournaments or battling gyms. Willow, my Leafeon, is all the fighter I need."

    The boy then looks at me.

    "Nah kid," I feel their literal weight in my bag, "I have more pokemon than I can legally field right now. Besides, that pup isn''t quite my style."

    Naomi snickers, "Kurt prefers the tricky, mean pokemon."

    Hey now, "Tesla just likes cuddles!"

    "She''s a spider!"

    "Rusty is a noble and dedicated student!"

    "To your ghosts and Jane''s savage rage monster!"

    Ya, the rest are jerks, "Fine. Anyway, Citro."

    Time for some ?du?ting, this is a real world not a game or anime. The boy is holding the ball like it''s gonna bite him.

    Flicking his head so he looks at me, "Hey, if you want it, have it. Just remember there are bad trainers, not bad Pok¨¦mon." I can see he''s not quite sold still, "Look, it''s fine if Rockruff isn''t your style or whatever. The right thing to do in this case is actually to report this."

    Naomi chimes in, "This shrine is where the Akala Kahuna takes challengers, that''s the equivalent of a gym back home."

    Citro sighs with relief, "I want what''s best for the Pok¨¦mon, but ya, I wasn''t planning on catching anymore Alolan pokemon."

    "That''s totally cool," I glance around, not sure what I''m even looking for. Not like this alternate world Hawaii will have Japanese shrine maidens. "Maybe we should just find the Kahuna?"

    Citro flinches a bit, "I''ve heard Kiawe gets really fired up about this sort of thing. He might make a huge deal out of it. We should look for his sister Miss Mimo, she''s always on the news as Akala''s tourism board representative. I''m sure she''s here today."

    Turns out this Mimo gal is a bit of a local celebrity. Akala residents easily point her out for us. The woman with fiery red highlights in her silky black hair is taking pictures with rookie trainers while simultaneously working to organize this event. Seems like a lot on the shoulders of someone one her age. But if ya thrive then good on ya I guess.

    Unfortunately she takes on quite the scowl at our approach, her eyes are locked on Citro, "You, what do you want?"

    Really!? Is everyone out for this boy?

    Looking at the sulking mop of hazel hair, "No wonder you''re transferring regions bud. Everyone here hates you for someone you never even met."

    Mimo freezes, and the locals nearby suddenly find something else to go do.

    Her spite filled gaze shifts to me, "That someone, killed my boyfriend."

    A part of me just can''t let this go on without saying anything, "And he probably r?p?d this kid''s mom."

    I grab Rockruff''s pokeball, "One of your rookies abandoned their Pok¨¦mon after refusing to pay up a loss."

    Tossing the ball to her, she catches it on reflex, not having any reply.

    Turning to my team, Citro is staring at the ground. I wouldn''t be surprised if he''s imagining what meeting his father would be like. What he''d say, what he''d do.

    I still catch the same look on Jane from time to time. Naomi isn''t much better, she seems perfectly fine avoiding her parents.

    Looking at the young heiress, "Call Gabby, tell her we''re declining further participation in this event. We''re leaving."

    Mimo shouts, "The Wattson Media Group has contracts with the Akala Tourism Board!"

    Naomi scowls and calmly replies, "We also have the best lawyers."

    It''s a quiet car ride.

    Citro mutters out, "I''m sorry."

    Ya no, "Nothing that happened today is your fault kid. Nothing."

    Lacy glances back, I can tell she feels a bit responsible.

    What a shit vacation, "So what do ya know about Hoenn bud?"

    "Err¡­" he draws a blank.

    Naomi whips out her tablet, "Just wait until you see Mauville!"

    Jane snorts, "Hey, LaRousse is pretty awesome too!"

    Lacy hops in, "Rustboro has its own charm."

    Citro looks at me, a growing excitement in his eyes.

    "Um, I''m technically homeless, but I found a lovely beach."

    My fianc¨¦ swats my arm, "If you had anything to move, you could have moved in!"

    "I see, it''s my fault for washing up with nothing then."

    "Just your soggy, nice ?ss," she grabs my hand, "and if that''s all you got then park it at my place."

    "You see kids, she just wants me for my body!"

    You know, it''s hard to drive down a volcano while your girlfriend has your arm in a death grip.

    With the kids chatting about Hoenn on our way back to the hotel, I can mull over what happened enough to realize we probably overreacted a bit. It is certainly true, hundreds of people probably died in what amounts to a terrorist attack on this region. However long ago, I wouldn''t doubt people to get upset remembering it.

    But that isn''t the boy''s fault.

    Whatever, it''s early enough in the afternoon we can get some good training down at the beach. Especially if tomorrow we''ll be doing a bunch of battles¡­ Although we may need to stop by the hotel room for an hour or two if my girlfriend keeps moving her hand up my th??h.

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    The following morning Gabby meets us in the hotel lobby with a scowl, "I don''t want to talk about yesterday, I understand everyone was upset. It''s the lawyer''s problem now."

    Her stern attitude is slightly undercut by her husband standing behind her, giving me a thumbs up.

    "Alright, then let''s talk about this battle tower!" I''ll freely admit I''m excited for today.

    Miss Publicist is too apparently, "Towers are fantastic for any trainer''s brand recognition."

    Ty cuts in, "Nevermind the dozens of awesome battle formats, what really makes the difference is the tech! Each arena in the tower is outfitted with the highest quality recording and streaming capabilities. Viewers around the globe can tune in and watch the whole match, pro view, live expert breakdowns, 360 cams, literally anything is possible."

    I can see the kids starting to get a bit nervous, Citro is actually inching towards a mirror in the lobby while trying to smooth his hair.

    Gabby just walks over and grabs him by the arm, "We''ll take care of that at the tower, the important thing is not to be late. We still need to get you under contract and discuss terms of your onscreen presence."

    "Um, can I not?" He''s already trying to hide his face from every local in the lobby with his long bangs. Bright, lime green hair doesn''t exactly let him play it subtle in a crowd to begin with.

    Naomi steps in front of him, "Do you know how to get out from under a shadow? Shine Brighter!"

    Atta girl!

    Citro takes that in a moment, "Alright, I''ll do it."

    Gabby sighs, "Great, now move it kids, we''re on a time crunch. Oh, and you guys owe the company a race. Personally, I think you all should consider the Hoenn Grand Prix this fall."

    It only takes fifteen minutes to get to the Alola Battle Tower. I''m once more stunned by the amount of interior gardens flourishing up the center of the tower. While Naomi takes a moment to check on Zapdos we get our outfits for the day triple checked by the tower production team.

    A wall screen in the lobby switches from match reruns to a sports center type desk but with more potted plants. A blonde haired man in a green polo smiles for the camera.

    "GOood morning trainers, Barry here and welcome to another exciting day here on the Battle Tower Network!" the camera zooms out, "I''m on location in Alola today with my guests Professor Kukui, Pike Queen Lucy, and Tower Boss Guzma!"

    While the professor and Lucy just grin in response, Guzma takes the lead, "I''m happy to have everyone in our studio this morning. We''ve got an awesome line up of battles today with our guests from Hoenn."

    Lucy shows off her sharp smirk, "Our rookies are ready for some action that''s for sure."

    Kakui chuckles, "Not before we have a heck of an opener however."

    "That''s right!" Barry steers the intro back on track, "First up this morning in the never ending Region Rep Series, a banger of a battle folks! Two Titans of past competition circuits, old rivals Dawn and May will be facing off in a special Hoenn vs Sinnoh match here in the Alola Tower."

    The screen splits to profiles on the two ladies with lists of dozens of competitions accolades each.

    "The ladies are participating in what the league is calling a mentorship year."

    Kakui chuckles, "I think we still need to work on the name, but the idea is taking off!"

    Lucy agrees, "I''m even considering it if I don''t get placed on the elite four next year."

    Barry pulls it back again, showing his host skills, "Both have brought teams to Alola''s tower today. But first, they''ll be participating in a classic Battle Tower Doubles match."

    The scene switches to the Dawn and May at either end of an arena covered in grass with spots of jungle plants, and small igneous boulders peppered across the field.

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 Chapter 65 - Rivals Old and New

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    Dawn smirks, "Shall we?"

    May practically snarls, "Bring it!"

    Neither wait for the ref as four flashes of light appear on the field. At dawn side is Servine and Pyroar while May opens with Torterra and Bewear.

    Barry whistles, "Just over a month into the season and May''s starter is in its final evolution stage."

    The camera shifts to Jane''s aunt, Lucy, "I spoke with her yesterday, she said that her primary focus for the first month was to make sure she had an ace to help protect the kids without having to emergency unlock her Mega Blaziken."

    Guzma cuts in, "Flag is coming down!"

    May points forward. "Charge with Bulldoze and Hammer Arm!"

    Dawn rolls her eyes, "Combo, Leaf Tornado and Noble Roar with Ember."

    Bewear hops onto Torterra''s back and rides his destructive charge across the field as Servine whips up a cyclone of leaves in front of Pyroar who lets out a lion''s roar with such heat that the leaves ignite."

    A torrent of burning leaves crash into Torterra with enough force to stall the charge but Bewear leaps forward with the momentum to slam a devastating hook into Pyroar''s face. The big bear''s landing even sends Servine stumbling.

    "Big hit!," Calls Barry, "But that fire left a mark on Torterra."

    While Bewear misses it''s Takedown Follow up I ask Gabby, "Why are they shouting their moves instead of using code names or something?"

    She looks up from her paperwork for Citro, "They''re in a mentorship program Kurt, hiding everything doesn''t help their rookies learn."

    May''s Torterra does a clumsy roll to put out the small fire that was burning the shrubs growing on his back, this unfortunately leaves him vulnerable to a fire fang as he''s getting up from Pyroar. Which in turn allows Bewear to finally catch up and grab the cat in a headlock.

    Servine attempts to help with using his vines to pull the bear off but the big angry fluff ball ends up pulling both into a brutal take down.

    A flashes of light from Dawn''s side returns Pyroar and in a smooth motion Pelipper appears.

    "Gale force. Air Cutter and Leaf Tornado."

    Servine b?r?ly sends up a squall of leaves as a staggering gust of wind bursts against all three pokemon still in the melee.

    Three flashes of light bring the battered Servine, the bleeding Bewear, and the heavily burnt Torterra back to their trainers.

    Professor Kukui is grinning like an idiot, "A brilliant display of combination techniques from Dawn!"

    Barry points out something on the replay, "What do you have to say about hitting her own pokemon with that last one?"

    Guzma takes the pass, "She immediately returned it. Servine has a small enough profile that much of the move passed right over it but Dawn still cut the little guy a break."

    The Pike Queen has a final note, "It also shows how much she''s practiced with these young pokemon. She knows that double battles are featured in nearly half of official league gyms and tournaments."

    While Dawn''s familiar Mawile takes the field, May sends out a big pink rabbit and the fluffiest blue fruit bat you could imagine.

    I can''t help but snort, "I think she changed her mind on the master plan to beat her husband."

    Lacy flicks my arm, "Shush they''re adorable."

    "Your family raises blade swinging giant bugs!"

    Barry doesn''t let dead air remain, "It''s Swoobat and Wigglytuff vs Pelipper and Mawile for the second half."

    Guzma grunts, "Don''t discount cute pokemon."

    The battle continues with May grinning, "Supersonic and Echo!"

    The volume auto adjusts as Swoobat trumpets out an ear shattering scratch like a car alarm that is somehow enhanced by Wigglytuff.

    Dawn has to plug her ears and shout something inaudible while Pelipper falls drunk in the air.

    Mawile leaps onto the pelican''s back and kicks her in the right direction. May''s sound duo try different pitches of noise but Mawile seems hardly affected and Pelipper is letting her steer.

    Pelipper sends a water gun attack towards Wigglytuff to interrupt whatever it''s doing to the sound just before slamming into Swoobat. Mawile makes the leap, the second jaw opening mid air as the fairy type spins around, like some sort of metallic plant monster it chomps completely over the noisy bat. Swoobat''s wings are b?r?ly strong enough for the two to slowly crash towards the grassy field.

    May yells out, "Bounce and Boom!"

    Wigglytuff becomes a knock off Kirby, inhaling so much air it expands before hopping on the ground and bouncing towards the Pelipper still dizzily trying to keep it at bay with water guns.

    In fact this whole battle has turned into a smash brothers match!

    The pink full ball slams into Pelipper and then shouts with enough force to send the bird reeling into the ground.

    Flashes from both sides return Swoobat and Pelipper. Just as Wigglytuff falls out of the air, Mawile is there to bash it away with an Iron Head attack.

    May isn''t calling it yet, "Bounce and Playrough!"

    The bunny uses her airbag abilities to redirect towards a miniature palm tree on the field and rebound into the fluffiest superman punch.

    Right into the waiting Mawile''s second Iron Head strike like a batter hitting a home run.

    A flash saves the bouncy rabbit from the impact.

    The girls shake hands and start to chat. Dawn doesn''t seem particularly thrilled with the win.

    Barry fills us in, "On the match registry it shows May as having an Ampharos. For a battle that seems to have been close enough to be decided by type advantage, why didn''t she bring it out?"

    Lucy smirks and looks about to answer but instead just chuckles as the view of the field shows May letting out what looks like a very sad combination of a sheep and Kangaroo. The skin is blotchy pink and yellow and the wool is patchy at best.

    Professor Kukui sighs, "It''s the humidity of Alola, Mareep and the line are not native to the region and yet have been found in areas like Melemele''s meadow. The moisture in the air is something they grow used to by the time any would naturally evolve."

    Lucy confirms his theory, "May caught her Mareep in the electric park of Mauville in Hoenn, it hasn''t handled the weather while shedding very well and got sick."

    Guzma taps the table to speak, "Let''s not discredit Mawile, it immediately took the reins when Pelipper suffered the vocal barrage. From there it was domination."

    Barry nods, "It was certainly aggressive, and seemed confident fighting in the air."

    Kukui has nothing but praise, "Time and again in this match we saw Dawn''s doubles training pay off!"

    Lucy chimes in, "Both are experienced trainers, and beyond type advantage I would actually say this came down to the personality of the trainers being reflected in their teams."

    "Oh for sure," Barry laughs, "As long as I''ve known Dawn she''s been a wiley and aggressive trainer."

    "While May," the Hoenn expert continues, "Is a steadfast yet caring competitor, this has won her the trust of some of the largest pokemon you''ll see on the scene. The kind that people always shrug off as too hard to train."

    Kukui brings up the match stats, "Her Bewear is a great local example, that''s definitely one pokemon we don''t recommend rookies try to take on in their teams."

    As the commentators continue to discuss the match I turn to Jane, "Did you know your aunt was here?"

    The red head pouts, "No, she texted me last night saying I should look forward to tomorrow but I thought she was just being encouraging."

    Lacy giggles, "Is seeing your precious aunty not better then visiting the battle tower?"

    Eyes roll as Naomi joins us in the room, "I saw the match I was really hoping May would win. That Wigglytuff looked like so much fun!"

    "How''s Zapdos?"

    "She''s fine," there''s an air of relief about the young girl, "I think she''s about ready to bust out if they don''t let her go. I asked Doctor Lillie and she said I''m clear to take her home when we leave tomorrow."

    That''s a question, "Does she have a ball?"

    "Yes, usually my Grandpa keeps it on him but father brought it to me when he came to pick up the Zekrom."

    A ping echoes from the PA system in the tower as the big wall screen starts to fill with names connected by lines.

    Barry''s voice picks up, "Alright folks we have the first wave of battles for the day. All rookie matches for today have been set to two pokemon, Double Battle formats."

    Guzma steps in, "We have a whole crew of Alolan trainers that are ready to rep some hometown pride today. Trainer''s find your arenas!"

    I see our names and opponents along with times, "Naomi, you''re up first against Llina of Seafolk Village."

    After receiving her wishes of luck Naomi exits the room and it''s only a second before an unsettling feeling twists my gut.

    I kiss Lacy on the cheek, "I''m pretty sure I''m still on the clock with bodyguard duty."

    Her brow arches, "We''re in the Alolan League Headquarters?!"

    "Then call me paranoid." I jog out of the room and just catch up to Naomi as she''s waiting by an elevator that opens.

    She steps in and sees me running up, holding the door, "What is it Kurt?"

    "Nothing," I press her floor for her, "Just doing my job kiddo."

    Naomi rolls her eyes but I can see the small smile, "Thanks. So, think I''ll be facing a water type trainer?"

    "What if they''re sick of water? Who ya using?"

    There''s just a hint of nervousness to her voice, "Delphi and Froosh. My starter is this close to finishing her Florges evolution, she just needs the chance to bloom."

    Our elevator stops with the side opposite the one we entered opening up. Stepping out onto a bamboo walkway, we''re both speechless.

    In front of us is an indoor botanical garden in the form of a mangrove forest. The entire whole floor is filled with about four feet of water with a sandy bottom. Mangrove trees covered in blooming vines line the perimeter of the battlefield with a maze of roots and clusters of trees making up the center.

    "Um," a girl standing at a second elevator exit gets our attention, "this is crazy right?"

    She''s wearing denim shorts with a blue and pink tie dye tank top, her waist length blonde hair in a loose braid.

    Naomi walks over and shakes her hand, "Llina, right? I guess this field is to your advantage?"

    "Ya, nice to meet ya Naomi." Her lavender eyes take a second look around them, spotting a few pokemon like Lotad even living in here, "I guess I lucked out on the battlefield draw."

    A woman with neon purple hair and a referee polo with shredded black jeans whistles, "Yo kids, take your sides."

    I step back and lean on the dock railing as Naomi steps to her position. The sunlight shining into the glass walled tower shimmers of the shallow waters casting sparkling reflections onto all the trees. All of the resident pokemon know to exit the battlefield boundaries.

    "Alright brats, Pokemon out."

    Naomi''s near Florges and Mienfoo take the field on a raft of roots. Across the water, Lina sends out an Azumarill into the water and a pink bulldog with tusks onto the roots. A quick check to my dex calls it a Granbull.

    "Ready brats?"

    Interesting staff in this place.

    A horn goes off as the ref yells, "Fight!"

    Llina calls out, "Work up and Rain Dance!"

    The bulldog starts to flex and stretch it''s muscles while Azumarill does an odd swimming routine in the pool.

    Naomi can close the distance or wait for them, "Keep up Magical Leaf, Froosh, focus energy while keeping up Detect."

    Froosh takes a stance while closing her eyes. Delphi manipulates gentle swirls of flower petals as a protective barrier.

    From the condensation building on the ceiling, artificial rain starts to fall. Granbull begins growling with impatience, Llina sighs, "Well, I guess we can''t sit here all day. Surf and Move in for Super Fang."

    I catch a slight smirk on Naomi, "Set both terrains Delphi! You can do it!"

    While the water gets ruff around the field and the bulldog leaps across the maze of roots, Mienfoo remains channeling some sort of energy that stangly becomes visible as tiny motes of light. The drizzling rain turns to mist as all the flowers seem to glow, their vines growing at a visible rate.

    Checking my dex app shows that both Misty and Grassy terrain have been triggered.

    Visibility drops rapidly, across the way I hear Llina complain, "Soo Not cool!"

    Guess we''ll find out how fancy those cameras are.

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 Chapter 66 - Escalation

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    Pulling up my phone I browse the Battle Tower homepage to find the pro-view streams, Naomi''s is right at the top. Interestingly, the cameras are b?r?ly affected by the fog, I can see an over the shoulder camera angle from Naomi''s battle platform. Also interesting is the live chat section blowing up about both her shiny Mienfoo and the double terrain.

    I can hear Llina across the way, "Blow it away and charge!"

    An echoing howl fills the mangrove battlefield as I spot the pink bulldog jumping across the roots while blasting apart the mist with his voice.

    I can hear Naomi and the howling from both the stream and ten feet in front of me, "That''ll get annoying fast."

    Putting away my phone I watch both Granbull and the Azumaril riding a wave reach the island of roots where Froosh was meditating.

    Naomi shouts, "Let''s go, harass and attack!"

    A gust of leaves and flower petals knocks Azumarill off balance and back into the water while the lavender ninja weasel smoothly spins underneath the lunging dog. Froosh gracefully uses the spin to power up a palm attack at the passing opponent who lands in a stumble. She has to back off from pursuit as a water gun attack cuts her off.

    Llina can b?r?ly be heard through the remaining mist, "Keep up the pressure, find the right angle!"

    Azumaril leaps from the pool with a trail of water coating it''s tail only to slam into a floating shield in the form of a rotating lotus bloom. The petals scatter and whip around the water fairy to once more send it away.

    Granbull howls away the mist again to finally catch Naomi''s flower fairy in the open.

    Why didn''t she hide in the trees?!

    Naomi''s quick command, "Tearful Look!"

    The bulldog actually hesitates to chomp down on the sad little Floette.

    Llina cries out, "No! Bite it!"

    Ninja weasel to the rescue with a leaping round house that rockets the dog into the water below.

    Azumarill blasts out of the water for another attack in the form of a flying head bu?? only to again slam into a shield of flower petals.

    Naomi''s Mienfoo lands just in front of the Granbull climbing back out of the water and adds insult to injury by sweeping the legs and palm thrusting the dog right back in the water.

    Both of Llina''s pokemon are either out cold or just done with this one sided beat down.

    Naomi cheers, "That was great guys!"

    The mist starts to clear but the ref hasn''t called the match and I don''t hear anything from Llina''s side.

    I glance at my phone to check the stream and see a signal lost screen depicting a crying Porygon.

    Not good.

    Whispering, "Blue, Tess, stay out of sight for the moment." I release both my pokemon into the closest tree and step towards Naomi.

    "That''s far enough, tough guy." The purple haired ref steps out from behind another tree.

    "Kurt!" Naomi squeals as a five foot purple ghost steps out of her shadow and grabs her by the hair. Gengar, definitely not good.

    Walking along the dock I see Llina carefully being guided by a living oil sludge, Alolan Muk.

    Need intel and time, "You one of those Ultra nut cases?"

    The woman snorts, "Nah, but they''ll help us get you foreigners off our islands all the same. Now move towards the stairwell. Little girl, return your tiny pokemon."

    Naomi slowly complies and then the ref looks at me.

    "I''d rather not," I smirk, "Balls and webs."

    Her brow creases, "What?"

    "Rapp!" Gengar b?r?ly voices a warning before disappearing in a flash of light along with the Muk as Blue floats away from the woman''s shadow carrying her pokeballs.

    "No!" Any further protest is muffled as she gets coated in spiderwebs that spark with electrical energy. Like getting a full body taser effect, she drops to the deck.

    Llina immediately returns her pokemon from the match and kicks the woman for good measure while Naomi runs over to me.

    "Well," I''ve got two young ladies and a hell of a problem, "We can''t stay here,"

    I''m interrupted by alarm sirens going off in the building shortly before I hear the stream on my phone flick back on to the network broadcast.

    "Good morning Alola and the rest of the world." An older male voice comes over the image of the battle tower exterior.

    "For a decade now, this monolith to the league''s usurpation of our islands has been a symbol of everything poisoning our culture. They insult our Kahunas, spit on traditions, harbor the children of traitors, and disparage our local trainers. Yes, no finer example can be found than the team from the Wattson family."

    I groan, "Ah shit."

    Naomi grips my arm while the local girl just whistles in surprise.

    Mr. Mystery Villain continues, "Today, we shall free the sacred bird Zapdos from the Wattson family''s shackles, and tear down the Battle Tower. A message to the league that we don''t need their poisonous gifts."

    My phone cuts the stream as I receive an incoming call from Lacy, thank god.

    "Kurt?!" She sounds nervous.

    "Oh good," Her voice trembles, "I''m with Director Lillie."

    I hear another woman''s voice, "Give me the phone."

    The camera switches on and I see the blonde doctor, "Did you catch that message?"

    Nodding, "Yup, I think we need to get to the big yellow gal."

    "Exactly," I can hear her typing on something and a mini screen shows up with a map indicating our position on the 14th floor, "We''re with Zapra in the hospital wing. Sophacles hasn''t been able to take back control of the tower systems remotely. Team Ultra''s targets include Miss Wattson, they know she has Zapdos'' ball. They''re also trying to access the League Database terminal in Guzma''s office."

    Right, "Where are Jane, Citro, and the other teams."

    I hear Citro''s voice, "I''m here Kurt, but Jane took off when we saw the real Guzma brought into the broadcast studio by his wife and Ultra Guzma tried to use the Pike Queen as a hostage! That lady caved in his nose before he pulled out a Buzzwole!"

    Lillie pushes back the excited lad, "Get here Kurt, Kukui and The Pike will be fine. Reinforcements are arriving every minute."

    Okay, "I need options, I don''t trust the elevators if we don''t have system control, and I expect more grunts from the stairs any moment wondering what happened here." I look at the glass window wall, "How strong are the windows?"

    A high pitched wh?n? rings our ears before a floor shaking boom rocks the girls off their feet, every last pane of glass shatters into tiny fragments.

    I help up the girls before running over to the edge of the room to see what just hit the building with a sonic boom.

    "Oh Fuck!"

    Floating in the air in front of the building are two horribly familiar forms. A buff version of Mewtwo is in a standoff with another, smaller Mewtwo, this one in a set of High-Tec black armor.

    Looking at my phone, "We''re in deep shit."

    A blue blaze arrives next to the Armored Mewtwo, Alain riding his black Charizard, "You can''t stop this, we''ll be taking everything today, and unless you want everyone, including your daughter, to die, you''ll step aside."

    Gusts of wind blow into the building as a form descends, a rainbow of feathers, "That''s not gonna happen."

    Ash Ketchem arrives in style astride his Ho-oh.

    The armored Mewtwo waves his arm, "Enough," a gravelly male voice, "Continue the plan, we''ll keep these two out of the way."

    Pulsing spheres of blue light from in the iconic pokemon''s hands, "Come, Mewtwo of this world, show me what you''ve learned beside this perpetual pest."

    While the bulky Mewtwo coats his body in blue energy, both Alain and Ash point forward, "Fire Blast!"

    Hot air and a sickening pulse hit the building as blue flames meet golden and balls of physic energy are boxed away by similarly coated fists. The battle seems even at the moment as the four dash about the sky.

    "Alright, first task is getting to Zapdos, next is backing up our friends," I take Naomi''s hand and release Shaks ball while looking at the local girl, "Got a way out of here?"

    My ever growing, flying beast, growls at the feeling of sunlight on his skin while Llina pulls a pokeball from her belt, releasing a large Pelipper.

    "I''ll be fine as long as I can break past those monsters."

    I nod while climbing up Shak with Naomi, "Good luck kid, just head opposite of us, they''ll probably ignore you."

    Naomi clutches my waist, "Are you sure about this Kurt?"

    Carefully waiting until the fighting reaches a suitable distance, "Not much of a choice kiddo."

    The brute Mewtwo collides with a crystal barrier around the Armored Mewtwo sending them both away towards the beach in the distance while Ash and Alain ascend high into the sky.

    Behind us the door to the stairwell opens up to reveal some guy in a ninja outfit with a Bisharp.

    "Yippee ki yay!" I heel kick Shak''s sides.

    He gallops right out the window and dives, Naomi squeals.

    We rocket down a dozen floors, straight towards the grassy front lawn.

    I jerk up on the harness and lean back at the second floor to pull out of the dive. A heat on my neck hair is all the hint I need to turn it into a barrel roll. Blue flames smash into the building where we just passed.

    An ear piercing caw proceeds a pained roar but I''m focused on aiming towards the front of the hospital wing where I spot Kahuna Kiawe and his big fire tortoise fending off a pair of Liepard belonging to a woman in a black beret and combat fatigues.

    "Shak," I adjust our flight path, "land on her."

    My poor behemoth is already showing sunburns around his ears so he doesn''t bother hesitating before we crash land right on top of the battle. One of Shak''s wings smashes the woman away while his left claw stomps one cat and his fanged maw chomps down on the second.

    Cat yowls are silenced as even Kaiwe grimaces at the brutality of my monster bat. What is a three foot cat to an eight foot nightmare? A snack.

    The Kahuna turns away from the blood as we dismount, "There''s more fighting inside the lobby, hurry. We''ve got the remaining grunts held off on the stairs."

    I return Shak while keeping ahold of Naomi and run into the shattered front doors of the hospital lobby.

    It''s open chaos, metal screeches and more glass breaks, shouts echo everywhere. At the stairs leading up into the battle tower, Brock and Misty have their Aerodactyl and Blastoise fending off a flying giant squid commanded by some tubby guy in an orange jumpsuit and a b?r? ?h?sted dude in nothing but a half mast blue dive suit. His sumo sized frog pokemon, Siesmitoad, tanks Blastoise''s hydro pumps while his Greninja does a wall run to slip past the Kanto gym leaders.

    I spot Brock''s daughter, Crystal, point over a balcony from the third floor, her Sceptille launches itself off the railing to slam down the Greninja just ahead of us.

    With a crash, a massive Tyranitar busts through the front of the building, Kiawe''s Turtonator barrels into it to stop the wannabe godzilla.

    "Kurt! Up Here!" Crystal yells.

    Running that way we find among the interior gardens is a whole nother battle covering the halted escalators. Grace and Iris are fending off an older male teen with short purple hair wearing a suit with a red R pinned to the ??pel.

    "Come now ladies, we''ve done this dance dozens of times, you know I always win."

    Grace growls out, "Can it Jason! Getting away hardly counts as winning."

    The Royals'' Mightyena and Glaceon face off against this guy''s Alolan Persian and Toxicroak, his strange fiery, giant centipede hungrily eyes Crystal''s Breloom.

    I reach the base of the stairs, "You''re in my way kid."

    "The bodyguard arrives," He fixes his cufflinks while looking down at me, "I think it''s time you got removed from the board."

    A flash of light reveals a five foot bird of sleek metal blades, Skarmory snaps it''s steel beak in my direction.

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 Chapter 67 - Stand Up

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    Back pedaling a step down I keep eye contact with the crane with feathers like aluminum sheeting. I push Naomi back with one hand while my right is poised at my side. The bird of prey stalks us one step at a time.

    I can hear battles continuing throughout the expansive atrium while I consider my options. I don''t have a fire type, well, aside from a few locked and untrained ones for the breeders. Electric will have to do, but Tesla is also bug type...

    As soon as Naomi reaches the base of the stairs I reach for Tesla''s Netball and the Skarmory makes a lunge!

    No time to think! Ducking under the snapping beak I grab the steel crane by the extended neck. Wings flap and pull me forward into a stumble.

    "Shit!"

    Talons shred my left shoulder.

    Blood sprays across the glass escalator siding as Naomi screams, "Kurt! Delphi We need healing!"

    Letting go of the sharp bird I can see the flash of a pokeball in the reflective feathers. A cool sensation brushes against my back accompanied by Floette''s whistling.

    With a flash a bipedal cactus with a hat appears and I can swear I see it''s needles flexing towards me. "Watts, get clear!"

    Hundreds of dark needles the size of toothpicks spray down the stairs as I jump the railing to evade. Naomi mutters an ''Eeep!'' as I land beside her.

    Right in time I spot Ed and Tommy rounding a nearby giant planter.

    "Welcome to the party boys, now get out your fire types!"

    "Kurt!" Ed stalls at the bloodstains coating my side but Tommy elbows him while releasing his new Pignite. Ed follows up with his Litwick that floats on a little black saucer.

    Both point at the menacing pair on the stairs and shout, "Ember!"

    The initial gout startles Skarmory and Cacturne back. Tommy shouts, "Flame Charge!" while Ed commands, "Fire Spin!"

    Figuring this guy won''t keep his pokemon in the heat I hop back over the railing and move up. Sure enough, I spot more pokeball flashes past the flames and charge ahead. A brief moment of surprise on Jason''s face as I leap past the Pignite and through the flames.

    His higher position makes the first punch a miss as he side steps me, "Easy now old timer, you might fall and break a hip!" He lashes out with a vicious kick to my face. I really do almost fall leaning back to dodge but catch myself a couple steps down.

    Jason chuckles, "Yes I was thinking it might be time to go as well." The brat has the nerve to give a salute, "Till next time ladies, and Mr. Bodyguard."

    Before I can climb back up to grab him, Jason returns all his pokemon but Persian and both leap over the railing from near the top. I quickly look over the side to see him grab onto Persian''s fur as both splash into a shadow on the floor like it was just dark water.

    Grace Ketchum rushes beside me, looking down, "Damn! It''s always one way or another!"

    "Was he not with the ?ssholes attacking the tower?"

    Iris Cerulean is quickly brushing bits of poisonous sludge from her Glaceon''s fur, "No, Jason is a thief from Kanto. We spotted him leaving the vault where the League stores Z crystals farmed from the region."

    An explosion rocks the building from somewhere up in the tower, "Let''s regroup and then chat."

    Crystal points at my shoulder, "Ya, you''re still leaking red stuff there boss man."

    My arm has gone completely numb which can''t be good, "I think I know where I can find a good trauma doctor."

    Naomi stays within arms reach as we navigate up two more floors, only stopping to have Tesla web some punk with his Alolan Raticate long enough for Grace''s Mightyena to wreck it.

    Grace smirks but Iris beats her to the answer, "We''re going to replace the elite four of Kanto one day, all of us¡­ and I guess some random fourth wheel."

    Chuckling, "I''m calling it now, that Jason guy will take the last spot just to mess with you."

    All three teen girls look sick or pale at the idea.

    Crystal groans, "His parents would be all for it too, oh Arceus, now I can see it happening."

    "You know his parents?"

    "Ya," Grace seems to be trying not to look at my shoulder, "He''s from my hometown. His folks are friends with my old man."

    Noooo! "It can''t be Jessie and James?!"

    Iris raises a brow, "You hear of those cringelords?"

    As we make it up the last stairs and approach the area where Zapdos is being kept I spot Jane rounding the corner ahead of her aunt Lucy and the folks from the tower broadcast.

    Tommy finally pipes up, poor lad has always been shy around the Kanto queens, "He wrestled a Skarmory!"

    Lucy smirks, "Of Course you did, remind me to slap your head once your pretty doctor finishes stitching you up."

    The presumably real Guzma, being held up by Professor Kukui and Barry groans, "Can we chat after someone finds me a couch?"

    We all head inside a pair of sliding doors that only unlock after confirming everyone''s identity. I''m instantly wrapped in a hug from a goddess of a redhead, which sends spikes of pain rocketing all up and down my side.

    "Mind the shredded bits love." I b?r?ly whisper through grit teeth.

    Lacy''s eyes go wide in seeing the blood covering her arms as she pulls away, "Over there! Lillie can you help please?!"

    "Certainly." Miss Stone-faced Director opens a glass door to a room for human patients. This part of the pokemon center is built for longer staying patients. Away from the noise of the floors below, a glass dome ceiling allows sunlight to highlight a center garden surrounded by glass walled patient rooms.

    The young Zapdos sits in the center garden, excitedly flapping her wings and softly cawing for Naomi who rushes into the bright yellow feathers of her legendary guardian.

    A woman, too old to be rocking those twin tails, trailing the broadcast team complains, "Lils, what about my Guzma!"

    Face down on the pad I feel both ladies start to clean up my cuts and stitch things back up while applying the human version of potions.

    A nearby screen turns on by itself to reveal a bull sized fellow in a space suit, "I have control of the tower Lils. You''ll need to hurry, Faba''s Xurkitree is trying to cook the entire mainframe!"

    Director Lillie gives the man a rare smile and steps into the lobby so that Zapdos snuggling Naomi is in the background as every screen in the tower and across the broadcast comes to life centered on her.

    "People of Alola and trainers within the tower. Once more Team Ultra have masked their greed and destructive ways behind a cause they care nothing about. All throughout this complex trainers from all regions are fighting to stop this evil. This violence only benefits the enemy, a weak Alola makes it all the easier for them to achieve their goals."

    The broadcast displays dozens of trainers battling it out in the tower and pokecenter lobby. Brock''s Alolan Golem smashes into an Arbok, Kiawe''s Talonflame takes out a Bisharp, Misty''s Blastoise is hydro pumping Alolan Raticate left and right.

    "The League will always support our Kahunas. I grew up on these islands, I, am the League Director for Alola, the line stops with me. I say that Alola must step beyond the shadow of the world. We are not a weak region to be exploited and looked down on. It is in the Alolan spirit to welcome friends into our community, to make them feel like family. Just as your Kahunas did for me decades ago. Together, as friends and family, we will kick these destructive miscreants out of our tower! This is the Alolan Battle Tower! The peak will not crumble!"

    The glass above the garden shatters as a familiar black Charizard with it''s rider crashes into the room!

    Lillie raises a silver pokeball and a strange metal doll appears, "Maggy, Fluer Cannon!"

    Gears float into the air, spinning rapidly as they line up, creating a barrel, a bright rainbow beam of light fires across the room and tears a hole straight through the ?h?st of the already limping dragon. I notice that the cameras caught everything.

    Clearly this man has no care for league rules as eight flashes of light stream out from his jacket. A Weavile brandishes it''s claws, a Garchomp roars, Electavire and Magmortar radiate with sparks and flames, a Poliwrath cracks it''s knuckles, a Staraptor caws, a Dustclops bows and finally the imposing figure of a Mega Metagross floats in the air near the shattered dome.

    Right, problems, "Lacy, am I closed up?"

    Her hand tightens over mine, "Stay out of it Kurt, if we just wait in here they may not even notice us."

    "You''re forgetting something," I sigh as I sit up and grab my red shirt and torn black jacket, "The girls and the new brat are out there."

    Sure enough I see a very angry Zapdos already frying the Staraptor and keeping the Electivire occupied while Jane and Citro stand beside the Pike Queen, Crooky the Krokorok is backing up Lucy''s Seviper against Magmortar while Citro''s Thwacky is helping Lillie''s Alolan Nintails dominate the Garchomp. Kukui''s Incineroar is beating down the Dusclops. Guzma''s Volcarona is sending heat at the Metagross alongside his wife''s Emboar and Barry''s Infernape. Poliwrath is trying to stall the fire types to some effect.

    The Kanto girls are getting into the chaos with their own pokemon as well. Barely any space in the holding wing isn''t filled with battling.

    Finally, contrary to my fiance''s expectation, a sinister bipedal cat appears in my room. Weavile flicks out it''s icy claws.

    I pull out my Joltik''s netball, "We got this Tess, Lacy get out Archy and keep safe."

    Tesla''s spiderwebs fly around the room as the quick little bastard moves to close in and slice my red bug, Archen''s gusts b?r?ly stall the ice weasel just before it hits Tesla and that''s all I needed. I''m not playing by the rules today either!

    Grabbing the unsuspecting pokemon by its scruffy red mane, I slam it on the ground and drop kick it right out of the room. Nasty bugger manages to get a cut across my leg on its way out the door.

    I start hobbling forward as Lacy shouts, "Kurt!"

    Not sure if she''s aghast at what i just did or concerned about my leg, now''s not the time, "Get to The Pike! I''m going for Naomi."

    As I approach, I can see Alain standing in front of the Wattson girl, "Put her in the ball and hand it over, I won''t leave here empty handed!"

    Watts smirks as she sees me limping forward, "Go fu?k yourself!"

    I grab Alain by his burnt jacket while looking at Naomi, "Language, Princess."

    The man''s gray eyes narrow at me over his shoulder, "You''ll wanna let me go. This is way over your head, bodyguard."

    As I''m considering feeding this ?ss to my Golbat. A silver ring appears in the air beside us.

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 Chapter 68 - Alola Alola

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    Silver sparks swirl in the air, my grip on Alain''s collar tightens, the sparks spiral out into an open portal. A weedy old man in a lab coat stumbles through along with an Alakazam rocking a beard to make Gandalf jealous.

    "A-Alain! We have to leave now!" He stutters out. I catch a brief glimpse of Dawn and May on the other side of the portal as it closes between us.

    Alain''s glare shifts from me to the new arrival, "Faba, did you secure the files? You said you detected a Cosmog as well."

    "That brat Sophocles'' Porygon actively scrambled all the information, It''ll take months to find anything useful in what we downloaded. I wasn''t able to hold off the girl''s mentors while working on the system."

    Cold stare, "So you failed."

    Sheesh, I almost feel bad for the old creep, he said he got something. "I think you have more pressing concerns, ?sshole."

    Faba finally registers that I''m gripping his comrade, "Who are you?" Metagross slams against the nearby patient rooms shattering glass everywhere.

    Alakazam stops his trainer from pulling out more pokeballs, "Enough! We need to leave! The boss has already pulled back, Ketchum will be here any second!"

    Alain tries to shrug off my grip but that''s not happening. Planting my good leg, I use his attempt to pull free to strong arm him into head lock. "It''s so useful that the villains of this world rarely visit a gym or learn to fight by themselves."

    Shit!

    I reach for Faba too but his Alakazam pulls the bumbling researcher away. He then raises a hand glowing with silver energy. Matching rings of sparks circle around all of Alain''s pokemon and the man himself.

    Pokemon start disappearing from the room leaving Faba and his focusing Alakazam. It feels like something is ripping my arm off as Alain glows silver and struggles to break free from me.

    I hope I''m not going for a ride with these clowns.

    Alain growls out, "Faba?!"

    "H-He''s trying!"

    Alakazam''s eyes glow an intense silver as a voice echoes in my head, "Let him go!"

    As if, "No."

    Nearby a purple portal opens up and Goh walks through in front of her Deoxys leading Dawn, May and her teammates.

    Gritting my teeth, "I said No!"

    Deoxys dashes towards us, Alakazam shakes his head and disappears with Faba in a firework of silver sparks.

    Immediately I feel the torturous pull stop.

    Alain goes practically limp in my arm, "What? How?"

    Goh looks at me after hearing something from Deoyxs, "A very good question."

    A cold feeling creeping along my left side tells me now isn''t the time for questions. I toss Alain to the ground in the ruined garden and take out Blue''s Duskball.

    "Hold him there buddy." Looking then to the Zapdos while my giggling ghost starts wrapping vines over Alain, "Please make sure this bastard doesn''t try anything."

    Zapra gives a haughty chirp and then glares down at the man at the face of all of this, sparks lance out to the ground next to him as he tries to break eye contact with the big yellow bird.

    A female voice comes through the shattered ceiling, "Would someone smarter than this idiot explain why I''m running all over my island this morning stopping pokemon battles to the death!?"

    For some reason I feel the world tilt awkwardly.

    I b?r?ly hear some folks shout, "Kurt!" before the world just goes dark.

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    Sleeping, I must be, the flashes of memories are too vague and strange to be anything but dreams. Then it all stops.

    I''m standing in the middle of a round library, endless bookshelves surround a lobby consisting of so many floors the building seems to be missing a ceiling, instead just fading into the darkness of space. Stars drift down and orbit the breathtaking golden hourglass that seems to stretch up into the cosmos. Occasionally what looks like planets bust out of the lower sands and join the stars in the sky. Grains of sand glitter in the soft light of the library as they break off from the flow and drift towards more planets that occasionally dip down in orbit of the pillar of sand.

    Somehow, it makes sense to me. An hourglass in an astrolabe in a library. The dust of time at the center of the universe and a record of all things. Both order and chaos, balanced in the gentle flow of existence.

    A voice next to me asks, "Where is such a place?!"

    I turn to see a young boy with black hair, he almost looks like Ash.

    From behind a woman''s cold voice cuts in, "Somewhere you shouldn''t intrude."

    "Tricky creatures in that world," Her eyes shift back to me, they look like swirling galaxies, "I see Viviane is slacking off again. You should not be here Young Master. Perhaps it would be best to learn how to keep pests out of your dreams."

    Her h?ps sway and the click of heels draw my eyes to the fact this woman is showing a borderline ?r?t?? amount of deathly pale skin. An impulse to give a witty reply is curbed by my inability to vocalize sound at the moment. A concern immediately put on the back burner as the hauntingly beautiful woman grabs me by the chin.

    "Sweet dreams Young Master, live life to the fullest." She gently lifts me as if we really were in space with a complete lack of gravity, "We''ll meet again at the end."

    My back splashes against the pillar of floating sand, the golden grains slowly envelop me like a warm pool until all returns to darkness.

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    "He''s waking up!" Naomi''s excited voice shouts at a volume that makes me wince before I even open my eyes.

    Opening my eyes I find myself on a hospital bed once more, in a different wing than the final battle.

    Naomi hits the call nurse bu??on on the wall as Jane wakes up from a nearby couch.

    "Hey girls," I notice it''s not a private room, across the way is another patient, Guzma is actually sitting up in his bed giving my Joltik scritches.

    The man snorts, "Ya, bastards drugged me up real good." he points to the IV in his arm, "Just get to sit here and wait for it all to flush out. This little missy is quite the rare find, has anyone actually looked at your Joltik before?"

    Naomi hops out of the room while calling back, "I''ll go get Doc Cutter!"

    Jane seems interested in whatever the Battle Tower Master has to say.

    "No, I haven''t let any of the labs we''ve visited check her out. But they haven''t exactly seemed overly interested either."

    Again he scowls, "Bastards always discount bug pokemon." a sigh, "Look, I''m probably the leading expert on bug types in this region or most others."

    He holds up my starter like a puppy, "She''s showing a rare genetic mutation passed down from a Scizor. Her front claws are growing more rapidly than average Joltik while her organs for absorbing and redistributing electric energy are below average in capacity."

    While I try to remember what a Scizor is, Jane sits up in her seat, "So it''s a physical attacker instead of special focused?! Can it use steel moves?"

    Guzma nods, "I wager so," he looks over to me and scratches his head, "Look Kurt, thanks for helping snag the guy leading the attack on my tower¡­ Before you leave today, Director Lils is going to give you a case from the league as a thank you. Let your Joltik absorb the Electrium Z crystal by keeping it in her pouch to solve her underdeveloped energy problem.. And take this."

    He tosses a small case from his bedside table over to Jane. She opens the box to find a polished red and grey marble.

    Jane carefully places the case down next to a box already on my table which she shows me, "Geez Kurt, scoring two mega stones in one day. This one they dug out of Alain''s Charizard, Director Lillie said you could keep it or trade it when we get back to Hoenn."

    "Huh," this may be a bit much to cover while I''m just waking up. I still don''t even know what happened to me, although my money is on blood loss, which could be used to explain away the crazy dreams. Assuming I pretend that didnt happen.

    "Hey, what exactly are Z crystals?"

    Guzma groans, "Look man, I just work bugs." It''s like this guy hates showing that he has a working brain in that skull, "They are crystallized energy from the dimensional energies that fluctuate in this region. They form similar to geodes and can be found in the nests of Pokemon around the islands, particularly totem pokemon. Pokemon can absorb them over time to improve their connection to their energy affinities and unlock more powerful moves."

    Director Lillie walks in, "Like the Trevenant your teammate here fought, or that Raichu the other girl battled."

    Lacy and Naomi are hot on her heels while Citro follows a bit further back, trying not to spill the arm load of snacks and drinks from the snack room.

    Guzma''s wife is last in with a steel case and a scowl. She dutifully places the case on my bed with a quick polite smile before rushing over to her husband.

    My Lacy gives me a peck on the forehead before examining my machines, "Heart rate is steady, and the symptoms of blood loss seem to have lessened. We''re probably fine to go, I just hope the ride home is as boring as possible."

    Citro gulps, "We''re really leaving." His eyes go to Naomi, "I can really come with you to Hoenn?!"

    Naomi smiles but Lillie flicks the boy on the head, "Call sometimes brat, you''re that bastard''s son but you''re still the closest thing I have to a relative left in this world."

    So she says but I catch her hand on her abdomen like any pregnant woman when thinking about the future.

    I spot the AM time on her watch and quickly glance over to the machines, "I slept clear to the next day?!"

    A knock on the door declares the arrival of one Ash Ketchum to my utter shock, equally surprising is the Raichu beside him.

    "Um, mind if I bother Kurt here for a minute before you guys leave?"

    I spot more people outside, particularly Vermilya is poking her head in, looking for her cousin, "Naomi when are we leaving?"

    Watts puffs her cheeks, "The boat is ready and in the harbor Milly, we''ll be headed over as soon as Kurt is checked out of the hospital."

    Lillie smiles, "Fifteen minutes kids, the paperwork is just waiting for him to sign at the door." she pats the steel case on her way out, "I''ll bet Guzma spoiled the surprise, thanks for your help Kurt, you''re always welcome here on Akala."

    Maybe to you.

    While my teammates pack up our stuff and Jane gently picks up my red snuggle bug from Guzma, Ash grimaces at the lack of privacy considering Guzma is still in the room.

    With a sigh, Ash releases his Gengar who spots me and immediately hides in it''s trainer''s shadow. Raichu pokes at the shadow on the floor teasingly.

    "I need to apologize for my pokemon, I think. He still hasn''t told me what he saw in your dreams that scared him, he just warned me that you''re very important."

    The famous protagonist seems to be looking for some kind of answer in my eyes.

    "It''s fine Ash," I put forward my hand to shake his, and when he clasps it I use his help to pull myself out of bed.

    "I know Gengar are trouble makers." he seems to sigh with relief but I have a question, "What happened with Mewtwo?"

    Eyes widen, "You know it''s name?! That shouldn''t be possible, everything was locked down by the League."

    Figured he''d say that, "I heard the one in armor call it out, they''re the same pokemon right?"

    Ash scowls, "No, the one from this world is a friend I''ve spent years gaining the trust of. The other¡­ is the result of a sick experiment being dug out from the shadows of another reality and used by an evil man. Giovanni¡­" His expression twists in reluctance, "I''m not allowed to say even that much Kurt. Just know that not everything in the news has been wrapped up as neatly as the League claims."

    His gaze spots the steel case and mega stones, "I see you''ve gotten a nice set of rewards for the capture of Ultra Alain. I''ll add something in apology for my Gengar."

    Pulling out his phone, "Let me see yours." I hand him my phone and he taps them together, "You''ve got my number now. If you need anything from the League, just use me as a reference."

    Hello land development approval!

    Naomi''s voice calls from the hall, "Kurt, we''ve got a boat home to catch!"

    "We''re good!" I give Ash''s hand one more shake, "So, I heard you''ve got problems with ex-girlfriends?"

    I swear the Raichu just giggled.

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 Chapter 69 - Oh My Arceus

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    Laughing and shouts sound across the deck of the Jolteon as the Kanto girls are helping the rookie teams train their water types in the deck pool.

    We were originally supposed to be guaranteed a couple water matches in the battle tower. I suspect Naomi''s mangrove field counted as one, she just elected to use the roots instead.

    Citro is leaning on the rail beside me watching the distant Hoenn shoreline. His Whiscash is actually quite strong, he caught it fishing. Even now I can see him warring in his mind with his excitement to arrive and the urge to toss out a line.

    "It doesn''t actually look any different, just bigger¡­ and the rocks are less black."

    Chuckling, "We''re on nearly the same latitude line as Alola, so yes, it looks similar. How ya feeling about your first gym challenge in a few days?"

    We already made appointments with the Rustboro Gym. Tomorrow we''ll be relaxing but the next day will be our prerequisite gym task.

    The boy smirks, "It''s Thwackey and Whiscash vs some rocks, I''ll be fine."

    Whiscash, being a catfish, is just fine being on land long enough for a short battle. He may need something else when we get around to challenging the Mosh together.

    I glance back to the pool to check on my Skrelp and Tirtouga trading water gun shots and dodging. Sootopolis City will likely be our final gym for the season, as per the production company we''ll be taking part in the Water Festival which rotates the sea lined cities each year.

    So even though we may not use our Water types in the coming gym battles, they can''t fall behind. Sootopolis Gym is 90% water terrain, with only a few pillars of stone. So don''t bring out a Pok¨¦mon that can''t swim, fly, or hold a cliff face.

    He nods, "Every Rustboro gym challenger has to give a talk for a class at the school and then battle one versus one, one kid for each badge you already have. You said it''s two for me, right?"

    "Yup, difficulty wise the Hoenn league is treating this like your third badge, although you''ll still need eight actual badges." I laugh as Naomi''s Clamperl jets away from Jane''s chasing Magikarp, "What ya gonna talk to the kids about?"

    "Respect," his tone full of seriousness, "Many trainers I''ve seen growing up have been taunted or bullied into giving up or making bad or desperate decisions."

    "Definitely a good topic." A few less Winstons in the world couldn''t hurt.

    Although¡­.

    "You''re not just gonna copy Kahuna Hau''s speech, right?"

    The boy visibly turns a shade red and looks away.

    Laughing, I ruffle his hair, "don''t worry this time, it''s an important topic."

    Glancing back at the rest of our passengers¡­ It''s been a crowded week on the boat, there''s only four small guest rooms. Everyone that flew in with us opted to ride back, so some have been camped out on the deck or in the crew lounge the one night it rained. I''m looking forward to later in the year when we each get our own rooms. Not that Naomi probably minded sharing her master bedroom with a few of the girls.

    I''d imagine it''s up for a good cleaning and inspection after some deep water sailing over nearly a month.

    Nearby, a lovely local gal sits up from her sun tanning, "Kurt is all our stuff packed up?"

    "Yup," I can''t help but linger on my Lacy''s bikini clad figure. Definitely been too crowded on this boat.

    As folks finish bringing their luggage, I notice Miss Cerulean has double the clothing bags of her teammates combined, Grace approaches me.

    "Pops said to keep an eye on you, ya spook him or something?"

    Seems Ash didn''t take his Gengar getting spooked lightly at all, never thought he''d grow up, "Nah, just scared his ghosty. He offered to be a reference for me with the league, so I guess he just wants you to make sure I''m a stand up guy."

    She ???ks a brow, "His Gengar?" her lips form a smirk, "You''ll have to tell me how sometime."

    I spot the pier just ahead, and take in a nice breath of ocean air, "Well it''s about time to continue on our way to the big fancy tournament, what gym yall headed to next?"

    "Well," she pulls out her phone to check a list, "We''re following my old man''s journey. So next is Petalburg which is perfect as we can probably make it there tonight¡­ Hey!"

    "When are you challenging the mosh again?! Iris and I still need the badge." Her golden eyes are filled with excitement.

    Thinking back to the discussion with the team last night, "Later in the season, Gabby wants Citro and I to battle against stronger pokemon."

    That grin goes feral, "Perfect, I''ll let her know to make sure we''re in it too."

    "Joy." I roll my eyes.

    The Jolteon slows to approach the dock as Lacy comes up and rests her chin on my shoulder from behind, "You going to be alright leaving the sea behind for a couple months?"

    I''ll ignore the impulse to playfully nip at my fiance''s ear while Grace is still standing here, "I''ll be just fine, you should be happy we''re spacing things out so much."

    "Of course, Huhu," she gives a fake menacing laugh, "All the better to plan a wedding around."

    "Ah, Right." Should I feel guilty for thinking a big to do would just be a pain in the bu???

    Lacy reads me like a book, "Don''t worry, I''m just inviting my father and some friends. We''ll invite your teammates of course and I know some of the kids you''ve helped asked if they could attend."

    Narrowing my eyes, "Does this mean the world gets to see Grace Ketchum in a formal dress? I can see the headlines now!"

    She groans, "Pleeeease keep it informal and private."

    I won''t fall for puppy dog eyes, "Nope, my wife is a hotty and I look damn good in a suit." Lacy pinches my side a bit while burying her face in my back, "Besides, with Watts and you all dressed up with your team, the cameras will only bother us for a minute at most."

    The so-called Queen of Kanto stalks off.

    "You better back up that comment tonight," Lacy purrs into my ear, "We''ve been surrounded by kids for a week."

    "Oh?" I laugh, "going to polish up your piece of driftwood?"

    "Gross." Jane arrived beside us at some point. "We''re ready to go, please keep yourselves to yourselves till you sneak off upstairs."

    Jane and Naomi are staying with us at Lacy''s house. I''m technically never off the clock outside of Mauville. Besides, Lacy''s house is way too big. I don''t know how she liked living alone in a five bedroom townhouse. Naomi paid to have two of the rooms actually furnished for her and Jane.

    The protected forest and cliffs along the seaward side of Rustboro prevented the city from having a pier within city limits. So on the short drive into town we pass the edge of Petalburg Woods and the many ponds on the south side of the city.

    Most of the following day is relaxing around the house. It''s a beautiful day and why have a lovely garden patio set if you''re not gonna use it. Most of the pokemon are out enjoying the yard. My little spark bug is napping on Lacy''s ??p. Sandygast is helping Blue and Rusty make a scale diorama of mainland Hoenn in the sand box. Zilla is relaxing in the plastic kiddie pool I ordered. The birds are building nests in the tree, Bonnie and Clyde are gathering sticks while the two Trumbeaks have rustled up a hollow log from somewhere.

    We''re discussing everyone''s school presentation for tomorrow. Jane will be talking about how to identify trainers or schemes that would be on the wrong side of the law and the league. Naomi will be covering how to make the most of every poke you earn along your journey.

    I snort, "You have to see the irony of the richest girl in Hoenn giving a lecture on being frugal."

    "Excuse me," the borderline princess puts her hands on her h?ps, "I said ''being smart with your earnings,'' not hoarding it away. And what are you giving talk on Mr. ''I woke up on a beach and can''t remember anything except how to break someone''s nose.''?"

    "Nose breaking, duh." I can''t even begin to keep a straight face.

    Jane laughs out of her chair, "Can I listen in?"

    "Of course," I pull the redhead off the ground, "I was going to start with risk ?ssessment but I''m becoming more and more convinced these kids need more time running ??ps and less time with their face buried in a book."

    Lacy nods, "It may be surprising coming from the Doctor but I completely agree."

    Naomi gives her a look, "You''re joking?!"

    Jane goes a little pale, likely remembering our first encounter with her glittering Onix.

    "Exactly," I pick up, "How many of those cases are from the rookie freezing up or just not being fit enough to get out of the way. Which is why, Jane, I''d like to borrow your Onix for my lesson."

    Her brows can''t go any higher, "You''re kidding?! You''re actually going to have an Onix chase kids around a field?!"

    I give her a wink, "Still want to ''listen in''?"

    "Don''t worry," My finance has a practically sadistic grin, "I''ll be on sight in case you get crushed."

    Naomi snickers.

    "Oh, don''t laugh Princess," I look over to Watts, "Your attendance is mandatory."

    "What?!"

    I soften my tone a bit, "I''m not going to be carrying you to safety your whole life kiddo."

    A familiar elderly voice from the door to the house, "How much would it cost to change your mind about that."

    Wattson senior jaunts out just ahead of the confused Citro who''d stepped inside to use the bathroom earlier. Behind them trails a beanpole of a woman with curly brunette hair down to her waist.

    Naomi freezes in place, "Grandpa, Mother! What are you doing here?"

    Our little garden picnic table doesn''t have room for so many people, "Let''s head inside shall we. Actually, Jane, will you help Citro practice for tomorrow out here while keeping an eye on the pokemon. I swear Clyde will be lining that nest with someone''s jewelry if we turn our backs too long."

    In the living room, Naomi sits next to me and Lacy while Wattson Sr. grunts his way into sitting on the couch. Naomi''s mother is actually pacing back and forth behind the couch.

    Wattson starts off the conversation, "It seems we, the Wattson family, would be fools to ever let you slip from our employ Kurt. You''re clearly a cut above many who claim to be the best. I''m not in the habit of letting winning cards slip out of my hand. So tell me, what do you want?"

    That''s a very open question, but, "Mrs. Wattson, I''ll admit it''s hard to appropriately consider this question while you are burning a track in the rug."

    She seems practically ready to pull her hair out as she stops to face us, "Naomi dear, why don''t you go outside with your teammates."

    "No." Senior shuts that down, "We spoke about this. My heir needs to start being in the loop."

    "I...." Aaaand she''s stalled.

    Wattson Sr. grunts, "Sit down, you idiot woman."

    Ursula frowns at her father-in-law but does as ordered on the nearby reading chair. Her attention swings back to us but she can''t seem to decide on what to say, at some point her gaze just locks onto Naomi.

    The old man is getting angry, "Spit it out!"

    "Fine!" for some reason she decides to stare at the floor, "Mr. Kurt, you''ve protected both my daughters from terrorists,"

    Naomi cuts her off with a screech, "Both?!"

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 Chapter 70 - Twists and Turns

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    Alright now we''re in some daytime television nonsense, "Hold on¡­"

    Hmm.

    Lacy pokes me, "What?"

    Indeed Wattson Sr. has his brow raised and Ursula looks ready to snap.

    "I wanna guess," My fiance just sighs while I push ahead, "She said daughter, that I saved, so has to be May''s team. Milly is out obviously, which just leaves Patricia or Juanita. Pats'' father seemed like a tool so that just leaves the orphan¡­ Did you ditch your kid? What about the father?"

    Ursula visibly flinches, "Master Juan,"

    "Seriously? Dude''s name was Juan, and the girl is named Juanita?"

    Naomi actually punches my shoulder, "Shut it Kurt!" Facing her mother, "Gym Leader Juan was at least twenty years older than you mother! Also, Juanita is a year younger than me!"

    The woman scowls, "Well it''s not like your father ever left his lab to notice I was pregnant again. Yes, I was charmed by an older gentleman of great renown in my profession¡­"

    Lacy cuts back to my point, "Gym Leader Juan died just over eleven years ago, that would have been right around when you were due. You actually just ditched the kid!"

    "How did he die?" Seems relevant right?

    "Well, I suppose I''ll not balance ?du?tery against his sacrifice. But that still doesn''t explain why you left the girl, I understand Juan''s eldest daughter is the current Sootopolis Gymleader. Does she know?"

    The old man nods, "She found out when she was promoted, keeping up the image of our bravest heroes is considered League business. We couldn''t have her making a scene. So she put forward her new found sister into the Lab Sponsorship Program."

    Lacy nods but keeps her glare on Ursula, "So someone is at least taking steps for the child."

    "Was Juan aware of the child before his death?"

    "No," Mrs Wattson finally replies, "I was afraid he''d stop mentoring me when he found out. I was going to claim it was just another Wattson girl."

    Ah, "But she has ink black hair. I ?ssume you at least picked a nice orphanage?"

    Senior grunts, "For the daughter of a hero? Of course, the best Mauville has," the old timer actually has a soft smile, "I visit the Wingul''s Roost once a month. Little Nita always gives me little clay pokemon sculptures, she''s quite talented."

    I don''t think Ursula''s head could get any lower.

    Naomi growls, "Did father know?"

    Realisation dawns in Naomi''s eyes, "The Mega Manectric sculpture on father''s desk!"

    As her grandfather nods, the young woman lashes out, "Why am I feeling jealous of a girl who grew up alone?"

    Lacy reaches over and grabs Naomi''s hand, "Because they just cared the girl was happy," then again, glares at Ursula, "To ease their guilt. While they pile expectations on you knowing their farce of a marriage wouldn''t see any more children."

    Naomi stands up and storms out the back to the yard.

    Ursula watches her go with almost glazed over eyes, completely lost over what to do.

    My girl, however, knows exactly what to do. Standing up, she steps forward and slaps Ursula across the face, "Get out of my house."

    While Naomi''s mother nearly falls from her seat and sits there in shock, I notice Wattson Senior merely raised a brow and smirked in my direction, "Solid gal you got there Kurt."

    As Ursula scrambles out the front door I can only frown at the display of complete spinelessness.

    Lacy walks back out to the yard to check on Naomi.

    He sits back and closes his eyes, "If I recall your file, the power pokemon of your team on record are what some folks would call¡­ intimidating. Ghosts, a behemoth bat, dangerous water types, an oddball spider, and you picked up some crows in Alola."

    I can''t help but chuckle, "I bet the tropical birds threw off your analysts. Those are for Naomi."

    That gets me a laugh, "Sure did. Well, you need the land rights and league approval. We can work something out with Devon who has the first claim on anything around Rustboro."

    "I''m fairly sure I''ll be fine with the League, I got Ketchum as a reference."

    "Good lad Ash," he shakes his head, "But that boy isn''t enough to let you open what amounts to a ranch for dangerous pokemon. I''ve been informed you''ll see no objections from the pokemon side. What you really need is a Gym Leadership Permit."

    I''m going to let that middle insinuation slide for the more pertinent issue, "Only gyms outside of towns are World''s Gyms."

    He nods, "Which means you need a top spot in the Ultra Class of the Coronation Series before you can even be considered."

    "That''s in 3 years, I joked with my team but I really don''t have a clue how to get enough points to enter."

    From behind his back the old man magic tricks a tablet pc into existence, catching my raised brow, "Ha, Silph Co. and our R&D are collaborating on expanding pokeball tech to spatial folding bags. Anyway, when was the last time you checked your trainer profile?"

    Right beside a rather decent profile pic of me in my aviator jacket, under the section labeled Worlds Points: 17.

    My mouth feels dry, "Can I see that?"

    He laughs and passes it over.

    I tap the section and it expands to break down my points: Record breaking Zubat, Lab experiment participation with my Sandshrew, Historical discovery of Blade Beard''s hideout, rescue of ship under pirate attack, participation in the opening Mauville Mosh, Rescue of children on board flight to Alola, Dangerous pokemon suppression on Melemele Island. Last, +10 for capture of international top ten most wanted criminal, Alain of Team Ultra.

    "Seems to me you''re already almost halfway there." Wattson Senior chortles, "It''s been, what, two months since you washed up here?"

    Huh, "Well shit."

    Standing up the old man takes back his tablet, "Train hard Kurt, I''d be more shocked if you didn''t find enough points in time for the big show."

    His big mitts engulf my hand, "Take care of my Naomi. I know she''s got some issues to work through, I''m not blind to the fact she''s only 13. I''ve seen that fire in her eyes Kurt, she can handle the pressure and come out a diamond. She''s going to absolutely dazzle the world one day."

    After showing the old man out and spotting Ursula with her head buried in her hands in their car, I take a seat back in the living room to settle my thoughts.

    I want a place that''s my own. If I''m going to live in a world based on a video game, I want to be a boss level character. That''s what it comes down to right? A secluded lair on the coast, dangerous pokemon roaming the property, challengers to come face me. That just screams badass to me.

    Lacy walks back in with the kids, "Kurt, we need to get going."

    And a boss can definitely take care of his family, "Yup, let me just get my shit together."

    In more ways than one.

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    It''s a short drive to the school, I consider talking about the whole world''s thing again but one look at the gloomy faces in the car and I reconsider.

    "Alright Watts, blunt as pokeball, what ya thinking?"

    I see Citro sink in his seat. Why is he nervous?

    Naomi blows out a breath of air, "Screw that stupid s?ut! She cheats on Father to get a career bump, and then just hides from her problems for over a decade?! What a gold digging, coward!"

    Her eyes light up, "I bet that''s why father usually sleeps at the lab! Oh! He''s had that same ?ssistant woman for like seven years too!"

    Suddenly she''s digging her phone out of her bag.

    "Um, Naomi," I pull over real quick, "Who are you calling?"

    The girl twists in her seat to look away from us and out the window.

    I can actually hear the voice on the phone pick up, "Miss Wattson! Do you need your Father for anything?"

    "Are you sleeping with my father?"

    Dead silence.

    Naomi smirks, "Hollie, Grandfather just told me about Nita."

    "Yes, um well, yes¡­ Naomi,"

    "It''s fine," Watts cuts off the woman, "You''ve always been supportive of my father¡­ I''m sorry I thought less of you for hanging at his side for so many years. I didn''t know¡­"

    It''s soft, but I can hear what I''m pretty sure is crying on the other side of the line.

    Watts looks close to tearing up herself, "I''m sorry I was a biiiiit, no," she sighs, "I''ve been very cruel to you at times¡­ just to be sure, it''s just You he''s spending all his time with right? Not half the office gals or,"

    "Naomi!" Lacy reaches back and flicks her in the ear.

    Jane swats Lacy''s arm away with a "Shh!"

    This Hollie gal answers, "I''m sure it''s just me, if we''re going to be honest," she sniffles, "He''s been staying at the apartment he bought me a few years ago¡­ Um, Naomi, he''s divorcing Ursula,"

    The princess gives a fake laugh, "Perfect!"

    I really don''t think the car is the place for this.

    Hollie isn''t finished dropping bombs, "It''s because I''m pregnant. I, I found out last month. I don''t know when Joe was going to tell you but, if you and me are talking then, I want you to know I''m due just before the finals. We''ll know the gender by the end of the month, maybe that''s when he was going to tell you."

    Naomi is frozen stiff.

    "Um, Naomi," her father''s mistress calls, "are you okay?"

    She slumps in her seat, Lacy holds her hand, "No, I''m not okay¡­ But I''m really happy too, is that weird? For the first time in years everything makes sense, and I''m not actually alone." her hand grips Lacy''s tighter, "I have a younger sister, and another sibling on the way¡­ and people actually give a shit about me outside of Mauville."

    Jane grabs hold of Naomi in a bear hug, poor Citro is getting squished.

    We can hear Hollie sniffle, "I''ll be rooting for you, ya know. Your father and I watch your matches on TV. We haven''t missed one yet."

    Shit, now I''m gonna tear up.

    "Thanks Hollie," Watts laughs, "So I get to help plan two weddings this year?"

    It sounds like Miss Secretary just dropped her phone.

    Naomi hangs up and looks at the watery eyed Jane before flicking her in the nose.

    Alright, "You still wanna do this gym thing today Watts?"

    "Hmf," she wipes her eyes a bit and then glares at me through the rear view mirror, her narrowed green eyes showing hints of red, "Who do you think I am? Let''s get moving, we''re going to be late."

    Before pulling back out onto the road, I text back a the local gym leader who seemed quite excited about my proposal.

    ''On our way, be ther in a minute.''

    ''Great! My Onix and Golem are super excited to play with the kids!''

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 Chapter 71 - Rustboro Academy

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    Big thanks for the review! So I woke up early and busted a chap out. Here is an image thread for the chap.

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    Sitting at the intersection just before the school, I find myself missing the radio and catch myself muttering, "Load up on guns, and bring your friends, it''s fun to lose and to pretend."

    "What are you singing," Naomi pokes the back of my seat with her foot.

    Remembering this punk trying to mosh dive back in Dewford, I chuckle, "You guys have no idea what music to bang your head to sounds like."

    I catch her rolling her eyes in the rear view before driving ahead.

    "You know," she smirks, "I bet a strong psychic could pull some of those tunes out."

    "Kid," I pull into the parking lot, "Nothing your family has to offer will change my job title to lab rat."

    Rustboro Trainer Academy is absolutely comparable to an old British University in size and style. The same red brick that the whole town is built of forms the old world feeling dormitories for the 75 would be trainers. From ages 10 to 13 the top 25 kids of the region every year get a chance to enroll. They get the best resources, even a starter pokemon. Lacy got her Archen here.

    While I''m shutting off the jeep, Jane spots our welcome party chatting near the gate, "Um, they''re not here for us right?"

    Gym Leader Roxane is laughing in conversation with the newly minted Elite Four member Brendon, Steven Stone, and Lucy the Pike Queen.

    Looks like everyone was able to make it, "I sent out some texts to amp up our talks a bit."

    I can''t help but scoff, "We''re not taking a test¡­"

    Looking back at the mixed emotions of the kids, Citro is actually turning even more green with nervousness.

    "Look," I turn in the seat a bit to look them in the face, "Today isn''t about you three... Well, now it isn''t. This event is for the student''s benefit, that''s why you can just pay to skip it, either way the school benefits."

    Rustboro gym is actually one of the three mandatory gyms for the regional invitational circuit. International level trainers are expected to donate an egg for the third year students to hatch as their starters. Any extra go to the lab for next season''s sponsored trainers, then back to the school for battle classes.

    "Now, hurry up Citro, you''re keeping Mr. Stone waiting."

    The green haired lad practically trips over himself stumbling out of the car to go meet the original world champ.

    As the rest of us hop out, Naomi fixes her appearance in the window reflection quickly, "I take it I''m working with Mr. Brendon?"

    "Yup, I''m sure he''ll be a great help in talking about managing your money as a competitive pokemon trainer."

    Watts manages a smile, I know she was actually very excited for today.

    Brendon shakes my hand, "Nice to meet my old man''s favorite new helper, and thanks for not letting my wife crash into the ocean. I know she doesn''t make a big deal of things but we''re both super thankful."

    Lacy smirks, "I heard she''s finally convinced you to seriously consider starting a family."

    While Brendon gets embarrassed, the man with silver hair that doesn''t look a day over 40 grins, "I''m actually thrilled to be included, this is a much better use of my time than wrangling Devon corp board directors." Steven looks over to Jane and Lucy, "Miss Pike, I saw the events in Alola, I think it''s fine if we give the young lady her inheritance today, what do you think?"

    This is a surprise.

    "That was my plan too," Lucy sighs and walks over to a car in the parking lot. I spot my helper walking up from the street, Cindy from the pokemon center.

    While she greets the doc Cutter I nudge Citro forward, "I''m leaving this lad in your hands today Steven."

    He nods, "Of course, I''m quite pleased to help speak on this topic, we lose far too many youths each year."

    Roxane finally cuts in, "Exactly! That''s why I told the students to ?ssemble in the field for Kurt''s topic first. Plus they''ll burn away all their extra energy."

    Brendon puts his phone away from exchanging numbers with Naomi, "So let''s not keep them waiting!"

    As our little group moves through the quad I let out Rusty to see Steven who picks up the heavy little guy, "He''s growing quite well isn''t he! The coloration alone has had Birch''s lab busy for weeks."

    The little bug eater licks one of the most powerful men in the world on the face.

    Steven just chuckles, "Alright little guy, I can''t stand in front of a bunch of students covered in spit." After setting Rusty down and wiping his face with a handkerchief, "Kurt I heard you''ll be negotiating with the company for land rights south of town?"

    "Right, Wattson Senior moves fast doesn''t he? Well, I''m apparently on track to open a gym and a pokemon preserve."

    This being news to the rest of the group, Jane seems excited, "No way! Really?"

    "That''s right Number 2, you''re going to help me run the place."

    Lucy nudges her niece, "So you better be ready for Ranger Training after this season."

    Nervously she dodgers the topic, "Why am I Number 2?"

    My fiance takes my arm and winks at the girl, "Because position Number 1 is taken."

    Roxane skips ahead, really this gal could claim to be younger than Jane and not many would question it.

    While she rounds up the school I glance at Steven''s hair, it legit looks like silver needles.

    The retired champ smirks at catching my eyeline, he turns to Lacy, "In your medical school, did they cover the long term effects of monotype specialization?"

    Lacy seems confused but The Pike speaks up, "That was deemed classified once it fell out of practice among most gyms."

    His gaze studies Lucy''s lanky figure, "And yet, we realise more every year about how our pokemon affect us." He looks back to me, "Kurt, are you sure you''ve never trained a team before. I read the report on what happened in the Alola Tower, and I can sense the energy around you."

    My fiance grips my arm tighter, maybe some part of her still fears I''ll remember everything and leave her.

    "Beats me Steve, but I''m certain I''ve never trained pokemon before this year."

    Jane bu??s in, "So you mentioned something from mom?"

    He smiles and takes out a card, "This is an access ID for an account with the Bank of Mauville. You''ll find some Poke in there, but mostly you''ll find your mother''s pokemon training supplies. I added some to the stock¡­ She was a wonderful apprentice and a good friend."

    "Holy shit."

    Jane, however, just looks at her aunt, "What is this?"

    Tears escape the woman''s eyes as she quickly wipes them.

    Mr. Stone keeps his steely tone, "Raw Steelixite, from your mother''s Mega Steelix."

    Her hands on the stone freeze in place, "Aunty said you had to put it down."

    "He was rampaging for a week and heading towards Mt Pyre¡­ I want you to understand, I was there when your mother hatched him from an egg."

    Citro nudges me, "Um, Kurt, Miss Roxane seems to be waiting on us."

    Right, "Alright, Jane, dry those eyes, Lucy, take her out tonight maybe ask Steven to join you."

    Steven smirks, "Ah, now I haven''t been on a date in nearly a decade."

    Jane slowly closes the Steelixite case and brings out her Onix.

    Marble catches the sunlight in a dazzling golden glitter.

    Steven brings out a ball and releases a Lairon, the middle stage of the Aggron line.

    Lucy brings out an Arbok while Brendan joins the fun with a Doduo. I give it a quick check with my dex app to see that its actually classified as ground/flying.

    My gall points at a chair set in the middle of the field, "Well, stop stalling handsome, this was your idea."

    The 75 students are seated on their bu??s on the dirt field, they watch as I step in front of them next to Roxane.

    "Hello kids, My name is Kurt." I can see plenty of them seem more concerned about rocks under their gym class uniforms than whatever I have to say.

    Motioning for my ?ssistants, "I''m actually going to leave most of the early talking to my lovely ?ssistants, Doctor Cutter and Nurse Cindy, whom I''m sure most of you have met."

    The kids all seem to recognise the faces from the local pokemon center.

    Lacy brings the chair over, "alright, ditch the shirt."

    I swear I see an evil smirk on her face before I turn the chair so my back is facing the students and proceed to remove my shirt and sit down. Yes I can hear noises from the kids, but that is probably less about me being shirtless and more to do with the 32 staples lining my left shoulder blade and ribs that get to come out today.

    Cindy brings out a tray with pliers and a dish, along with medical wipes.

    Doctor Cutter takes out the first staple and you can hear it drop in the dish over the dead silence of the students.

    Cindy turns to the kids, "Does anyone know which pokemon in the Hoenn region kills the most trainers every year?"

    I can''t see the kids but I don''t hear an answer.

    The nurse goes on, "Exactly, we don''t know, trainers just go missing most of the time. Kurt here," I''m guessing shes pointing at my back, "Got in a scrap with a Skarmory, which roost in the Valley of Steel here in Hoenn. Thousands migrate here from other regions each year, that''s why the area is restricted in the spring. What other Pokemon have you had close calls with Kurt?"

    Remembering the list, "Nincada swarms, Zubats, an angry Trevenant, a feisty Tentacool, Sharpedo and Carvanha, Dhelmise, Aron swarm, that Onix over there, Dusknoir¡­" If I told the league they''d probably give me another Worlds point for that one, "Mega Charizard, then a very pissed Decidueye, the Emboar was actually reasonable, the Skarmory, lastly a rather insistent Mega Alakazam. I think I got most of it."

    Kids are still quiet, Cindy wipes some of the blood running down my back as Lacy continues to pull staples, "And what would you say you did in most of those encounters?"

    I chuckle but wince as I make Lacy twist a staple. She swats the back of my head.

    "Going back through the list: Hide, Run, Run Faster, Um, I might have used my knife to scare off the Tentacool, next I swam really fast, ran some more, dodged rocks, used my charming personality on the ghost, can''t exactly outrun those. Punched the Charizard, that was really close, don''t recommend, it just made him even more angry. I actually impaled the Decidueye with a wooden lance while riding my Golbat but no one believes me,"

    Lacy swats my head again.

    "Anyway, the Emboar respected that I held my ground and was willing to listen so that was a nice change of pace. I grabbed the Skarmory by the neck, again, I don''t recommend that. Last, was Alakazam, you need an iron will."

    I can hear the good doctor sigh in annoyance at that last bit of nonsense.

    Cindy wipes away more blood, "So there you have it kids, Pokemon can be cute, they can be reasonable even, but they can just as often be aggressive or outright violent. Kurt, you''re clearly in good shape, what do you think would happen if you were not?"

    Lacy pats my back and whispers, "You''re all done, nice scar hot stuff."

    I stand back up and face the class, "I''d be dead. Even if the Trevenant hadn''t killed me, which is unlikely for a Ghost type, I''d have been left bleeding out in the woods."

    Sweeping my gaze across all 75 kids, I definitely have their attention, although some of the girls are just staring at my ?h?st which makes me wish I put my shirt on before turning around.

    "So," I can''t help but give a toothy grin, "Who''s ready to run?!"

    The Pokemon off to the side of the field roar loudly on cue and charge towards the kids still sitting on the dirt.

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 Chapter 72 - School Daze

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    While I stand with Brendan and Roxane, their Claydol and Solrock are rescuing kids that fall ''victim'' to the playful stampede of pokemon. Roxane is smiling with her porcelain complexion in the direction of the kids tripping over each other to get away. Really she almost looks like a living doll¡­ I''m almost creeped out but at least she''s still in the spectrum of unnatural beauty and not quite out there in the uncanny valley.

    Brendan, who''s more interested in my Sandslash, seems perfectly normal.

    "So Mister Big Shot," I toss out a snack for Rusty, "What made you pick Ground types? Steven was mentioning monotype side effects earlier. Is there a reason the Elite Four still works like that?"

    He stands up with a stretch to his back, "Well, yes and no, they had justification for it, but their leading argument has been losing weight with more recent studies."

    Roxane speaks up without looking away from the kids as one girl starts to cry and is gently lifted by psychic powers out of the way of the gym leader''s rolling Golem. "The original argument was that the energy extended a master trainer''s life span and bolstered their natural health. The idea being that better results were generated by purity over mixing energies."

    Brendan nods, "Now it''s understood that as far as those points are concerned, as long as your pokemon reach a certain strength, the ambient energy will proliferate no matter the so called ''Purity.'' So it won''t be long before you start seeing the next generation of Elite Four mixing it up more. However there are still the type specific effects that many master tier trainers¡­ Claydol, grab out that brat pushing others out of his way."

    The lady in charge pouts, "I''ll talk to him later. Don''t think I haven''t noticed the glances by the way Kurt, yes, my skin is a long term effect of Rock type specialization." she giggles, "Some of the jealous women around town call me Statue Girl."

    To each their own, of course I won''t tell her I think it''s off putting, not that she hasn''t already guessed that, "So back to my question, why Ground, and what do you expect out of it?"

    He actually looks embarrassed, chuckling while raking his hair, "Half my main team were ground types, so ya. I also could have picked dragon buuut, Latios isn''t competition legal and there is already Zinnia." Scratching his chin, "I don''t actually know any other Ground Specialists to compare."

    Rox sighs, "Rough skin, abrasive personalities¡­ I think Unova calls them Cowboys? Ground specialists seem very sturdy in both body and mentally. Able to always weather any trouble, they just dust themselves off and keep going."

    Sounds like a horoscope to me.

    I glance back to see Steven Stone going over talking points with Citro for their class after this with the 1st years. When I texted him yesterday I asked for help setting this kid on solid footing here in Hoenn, and life from now on. Hopefully he''ll have some feedback for me at dinner.

    Marble roars in glee as she tail whips a gust of dust to absolutely cover a group of girls.

    Brendon let''s a Drilbur out of a ball to play with Rusty, "Ya considering Monotype specialising yourself, Kurt?"

    "Nah," it all sounds a bit too strange to me, "I''m not going to worry about it for now. I guess we''ll just see down the road."

    Roxane giggles, "Anyone taking an eyeful of those back muscles will think you''re already a fighting type specialist."

    Pretty sure this gal is teasing me, right? I''m certain she is just as old as Steven, she''s probably got at least a decade on me.

    Watching Lucy''s Arbok gently constrict a particularly tubby boy, like a precious new pet, "Think the kids have had enough?"

    "Oh, I suppose." She takes out a whistle and blows it.

    The pokemon roar in disappointment. Most of the kids drop to the dirt in exhaustion, when did that boy start riding the Rhyhorn?

    "Alright students, break off to hit the locker rooms and get to your next classes." She''s got this headmistress thing down.

    Citro and Steven head for the first year class room while Jane and Lacy head for the second years'' to talk about pokemon related crime in the region. I would follow Naomi but, "Hey Brendan, you can handle keeping Watts safe for an hour better than me right?"

    The next hour I spend listening in on Citro''s lesson, Steven helps him hit all the relevant local data. Apparently there were over 30 suicides in Hoenn last year. The league is making a priority of moderating social media and cracking down on cyberbullying.

    I did step across the hall to Jane''s class and happen to catch her and Lucy regaling the kids of our run in with pirates. These rowdy ladies might be romanticising fighting crime a bit too much.

    Meanwhile Naomi and Brendan actually have a slideshow with product comparisons running for the third year kids. I can spot most of the brats are actually taking frantic notes as the duo cover which pokemon food brand gives the most quality for your hard earned money and the three runners up for cheaper options.

    What really catches my attention however, next door are the newly hatched starters of the third year students. In something akin to a d???? daycare while their trainers have lessons.

    In an indoor park with a high atrium ceiling, pokemon from every region frolic on the grass or the shallow pool and the rocks behind it. A couple immediately catch my eye and what''s really neat, tapping the glass window from the hall pulls up a transparent touch menu to identify the pokemon and it''s donor.

    With brilliant golden feathers, a Shiny Pidgy donated by Grace Ketchum is flying in pursuit of a Murkrow, donated by the Bird Keeper Guild, with one of those golden feathers in its beak. There''s one I think is a dragon, yup, Axew. Donated by Professor Juniper in the name of Tommy from Aspertia City. Looking up the evolution, I may want one of these badasses.

    "Oh, I wonder what Ed boy''s family donated? He said he''s from Kalos."

    A handy search option points me towards a Chespin napping under a small oak tree.

    "That''s a big chipmunk. Who''s next?"

    Finding the Wattson family name is a surprise, it being a Mareep is not. Her aunt from Dewford donated an Abra under the Dewford Gambling Commission''s name. Steven donates an Aron every year apparently. The fossil lab sent over a Tyrunt.

    A yorkie puppy barks excitedly through the window at me.

    "That can''t be right, ah, Lillipup, Donated by Norman of the Hoenn Elite four. Do they each donate a pokemon?"

    Turns out yes. Zinnia¡­ There it is, a Trapinch is digging over by the rocks. Brendon and Sidney donated a Sandile together¡­ I don''t see it.

    "Oh there''s a note, ''Hatched early, forwarded to Hoenn National Laboratory for the current league season. Chosen by Jane of Larousse City.'' No shit? That''s cool."

    Next is Phoebe, it would be a Rowlet. Last we have Champion Wally, and it''s the Ralts building a stick fort with something called a Sewaddle.

    "Hey Kurt," Lacy is walking over with a large brown paper sack, "Let''s get lunch in the quad with the others. I see you found the starters. My father donates an egg every year, there, the Seedot sneaking up on that Chespin. Oh, it ended up being Shiny!"

    A black acorn with legs and a tiny red leaf sprouting from its stem is positioning itself just above the snoozing chipmunk.

    Chespin shouts when the coconut sized pokemon lands on its belly.

    Seems the fancy window has voice command capability because a list of Seedot''s known moves came up with Payback highlighted. "Ya, okay."

    Down in the quad, red brick walls framing planters of trees just the right height to double as benches, everyone digs into their food.

    Naomi suddenly stands up looking at her phone, "Kurt!"

    Mimicking her tone, "Naomi!"

    She swats in my direction but I dodge, "No serious, I just got a message from Misty!"

    Brendon talks with his mouth full, "Wha she whant?"

    "Hey Jane, ya know Crooky was donated by Brendan here?"

    "What!?" Jane stands up.

    Mister Elite Four swallows his food, "You got my egg?!"

    ''Saw you have a Shiny Clauncher you haven''t fielded yet, interested in a trade?''

    "She wants Ruby?"

    Naomi obviously isn''t too broken up about the idea of losing a pokemon she''s never had time to really spend on.

    Which might be good for Ruby actually, hanging out at the Cerulean Gym with a bunch more pokemon instead of on a very sparse bench at the Mauville Aquarium. I know my Nessie actually likes peace and quiet.

    "Well, trading is a fuzzy subject to me, is there even something she has to offer that you''d like?"

    Naomi pulls up her dex app on her tablet, it shows all the pokemon living at Cerulean Gym, including most of Misty''s publicly known collection.

    She laughs, "Geez, she has a lot of red shiny water pokemon. I get why she asked¡­ Ruby was originally yours Kurt, what do you think?"

    I give it a second of thought, "I need help relocating a Mega Sharpedo nest and capturing a Dhelmise that may be over 100 years old."

    Steven chuckles, "Smart, I can hardly think of better help for that task."

    "Hold on kid. Not that I''m not stoked, but what about you?"

    Quick as a whip, "A top quality Ice stone for my Vulpix."

    Just like that the deal is set, Misty will visit tomorrow to hash out details and deliver Naomi''s Ice Stone.

    I walk over to Citro, "How''d your talk go kid?"

    "Um," he puts down his sandwich, "Good I think, at least with Mr. Stone there all the kids were too scared to not listen. Hopefully the message stuck."

    Mr. Stone smirks, "You did just fine Citro, I think every chance to get the message out is another chance someone makes it to another year."

    Looking at the pair from Larousse, "What about you two?"

    Lucy seems to look at the clouds in embarrassment while Jane sighs, "We totally got carried away. I think it was more of a story time than actually teaching anything important."

    The Pike sighs, "If anything I''m worried we filled their head with ideas like ''hunting down incompitent bad guys is a fun way to spend the afternoon,'' or something."

    Roxane enters the quad with a blindingly bright smile, "Alright folks, let''s head to the battle gymnasium. I need each of you to pick a pokemon to use against your challenger."

    Jane speaks up first, "I''m using my Venipede."

    Citro hiccups out, "My Salandit."

    Roxane''s brow twitches, "Now please don''t all use poison, let''s get some variance."

    Naomi pulls a ball from her belt, "My Ralts is so close to evolution, so she''s battling today."

    Why do I feel on the spot here? Actually, I like Naomi''s idea.

    "I''ll be using my Joltik, especially since I won''t get to let her fight in our gym battle later."

    Brendan throws out a reply, "Drilbur."

    What what?

    Steven chuckles, "Ferroseed."

    The Pike Queen hops up, "Dunsparce!"

    Jane groans, "Give it up Auntie."

    "I''m telling you, It must have an evolution!" the woman practically shouts to the sky.

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 Chapter 73 - Brats and Boomers

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    Kids line up along the side of the fields and in the bleachers while the instructors separate us according to pokemon type. Which means my first opponent is an eleven year old named Clarence trying to see just how high he can raise his nose as the ref starts the fight.

    "Eat that bug, Vullaby!"

    My Joltik looks back at me as if to ask if this kid is for real.

    "Let''s just start with electro webs."

    A chicken crossed with a vulture, still wearing parts of its massive eggshell, begins charging forward on its feet. The wings b?r?ly give it lift enough to hop over the first shot of webs.

    Clarence smirks, "That''s right, with Vullaby''s wind, your webs stand no chance of landing.

    Sure enough, little gusts of wind surround the bald chicken as it reaches our side of the field."

    "Fair enough," But Tesla has been training hard, "Wild Charge."

    My dog sized, red tarantula flashes forward in a spray of red sparks, slamming into the miniature vulture within the blink of an eye.

    Now that the bird is sent flying, "Electroweb."

    The brat can only watch as his pokemon falls before him, covered in webs and stunned unconscious.

    A pair of twin girls step up behind him, "Move on Clarence, it''s our turn to challenge the creepy old guy."

    Excuse me?!

    The boy returns his bird and sulks towards the stands.

    The two girls look at me, both with blue hair and blue eyes, the second one points at me, "Yes you are, we saw you using your ghost pokemon for the Dewford Challenge."

    Um, "That doesn''t make me a creep, and don''t point, you''re being rude."

    "You''re not our dad!"

    Thank god.

    The instructor sighs, "Lisa, Alice, just get your pokemon out."

    "Plusle!" "Minun!"

    Two yellow rabbits with red and blue features hop to the ready position.

    Our ref turns to me, "Mr. Kurt, you may use a second Pokemon if you''d like."

    Sure, "Alright, You''re up Rusty."

    As the battle starts, it''s a quick lesson in karma for the girls in the form of type mechanics. Neither of their little spark rabbits are able to harm my pokemon. My Joltik keeps their speed in check while Rusty rolls them down with Gyro Ball and Dig.

    Both girls scowl at me when they return their defeated pokemon.

    ""Meanie!""

    Whatever. Honestly, I know I shouldn''t let brats bother me but the attitude of these kids is really a drag.

    I head over to the Pokemon Center equipment set up in what could be mistaken for a stadium concession window. Especially since there actually is a stadium concessions window right next to it.

    While watching the ''totally not a microwave'' heal my pokemon, Lacy walks up and puts her arms around me.

    Resting her head against my back, "You''re looking a bit grumpy over here handsome."

    Sighing, "Ya, I dunno, maybe the brats were getting to me a bit."

    Her soft laugh just makes something in my ?h?st flutter. Honestly it''s a bit embarrassing to feel like a teen with his first crush but I know how lucky I must be.

    I catch her scowling in the direction of a kid with a shiny Spearow. Seems I''m not the only one feeling sour.

    "Thinking about your old man''s Fearow?"

    Jane just nods and moves on to putting her pokeball on the tray for the healing thingy.

    Lacy flicks her in the ear causing the teen to yelp in surprise.

    The Doc has a read on everyone today, "Just forget the bastard."

    Might have been easier while he was still locked up. A thought echoed in her rolling eyes.

    Roxanne calls over from the field entrance, "Kurt, would you like to try out a fire type pokemon? I know you haven''t caught one yet."

    Lacy gives me a nudge and mouths, ''I got this.'' Her head nodding towards Jane.

    Collecting my pokeballs and heading back to the field, I join the gym leader at a pen for pokemon with a layer of heated lava rocks. All but one of the pokemon seem to have been checked out. A lone Torkoal is pouting in the corner.

    Roxanne smiles, "Yes, they are a great pokemon to have on a team. We may not see their evolved form here as much as in Alola but I think it is a shame the kids look down on them."

    "Well, let''s fix that." I knock on the pen rail, "Head up their fella, we''re gonna show these brats what you can do today."

    A message on my phone from Roxanne opens a file for the training the school has given this particular pokemon.

    "My bad, you''re a girl." reading down the move list, "Holy crap, ya, let''s go shut some kids up."

    The steaming tortoise actually looks fired up as she raises her chin and leads me to the arena.

    A girl on the other side of the field is standing with her Growlith, "Are you serious Old Man?"

    Roxanne takes the place of our ref, "Proper sportsmanship Miss Brynn."

    At least the third year student has the decency to look embarrassed, "Yes, Professor Roxanne."

    On the whistle blow we shout our commands.

    While the tiger striped hound lets out a howl, Torkoal releases a cloud of black smog covering this side of the field enough to conceal her exact location.

    Brynn looks annoyed, "What kind of strategy is that?!"

    "Um, the kind where I don''t charge in like an idiot."

    "Whatever." the arrogant brat points at the smog cloud, "Let''s burn away that cloud with ember!"

    Growlith runs up to the edge of the blanket of smog and starts to spit small jets of fire into the cloud. While it''s firing blind I notice two things. First, this girl probably focuses more on training physical attacks as the ember is a bit weak initially. Second, the smog is clearly flammable as wherever the ember passes within the cloud, the flames expand violently.

    Smirking, "Overheat."

    Just off center, a dim glow illuminates a portion of the cloud.

    Roxanne shouts out, "Solrock, Protect!"

    A thud that shakes my ?h?st is all the warning before the entire smog cloud ignites in a pyroclastic flash of burning fury. The explosion stops before me as if on the other side of a window.

    Brynn doesn''t realize the extent of the damage, "Hmf that was impressive but my Growlith won''t be taken out by one fire move. The turtle is in the open now, use Fire Fang!"

    Ya, not happening, "Heat Crash."

    Just as Torkoal starts a strange gallop forward Roxanne calls out, "Stop, Torkoal wins. Miss Brynn, recall your Growlith and get him to the Healing Booth immediately."

    "But Professor,"

    "No miss Brynn, you failed to recognise a move combo for the damage it caused and left your pokemon on the field completely vulnerable. Kurt''s choice of follow up was perfect given your pokemon''s inability to dodge, your Growlith may have been critically injured. He''s already suffering severe pain due to the damage to his lungs."

    The poor dog has blisters forming on the snout and his eyes are sealed shut.

    Roxanne turns to more of the students with fire type pokemon watching from the side, "Combination attacks are far more common in pokemon contests than rookie trainer battles but don''t think professional level trainers don''t use them to their full effect. Older Torkoal in the wild have been known to kill trainers with this very combination when defending entrances to their nesting grounds in the Valley of Steel."

    As the girl sulks off the field, Lacy rejoins me with a frown, "Kurt that was Haley''s daughter."

    Shit, Rustboro''s Police Chief, Haley Devon. I sigh and look across the other fields, trying to take my mind off that potential problem. Steven is using his Ferroseed like a battle top to terrorize a boy with a Bagon. Citro''s Salandit is outpacing another lad''s Grimer.

    "She seemed reasonable enough, I''m sure it''ll be fine."

    My fianc¨¦ pouts, "Yes but that doesn''t mean I like seeing a girl I''ve babysat since she was in diapers being bullied."

    Roxanne interrupts, "Actually I think it was an important lesson. Plus it won''t hurt some of these students to get knocked off their High Ponyta a bit Lacy. That''s one of the main points of making the students battle gym challengers. On that note," Her attention shifts to me with a smirk, "I''m looking forward to our battle tomorrow Kurt, you''ve shown some cunning. We''ll see how that fares against a stone wall."

    Not every day a living doll threatens you with a rock, "I''m sure I''ll find my way around it."

    The rest of the afternoon passes with little surprises like Miss Pike Queen losing three matches in a row trying to prove something with her Dunsparce and Naomi''s Ralts finally blooming enough to be considered a Kirlia. Despite only having a minor grass typing, the psychic fairy sheds and blooms flower petals and leaves as it gains height. Jane''s Venipede had a couple wins before she attempted to let her Wimpod fight, it''s going to need some work.

    Finally it''s time for that dinner we all talked about.

    The nicest restaurant in town is a brick walled paragon of charm, the sort of place that belongs in every travel magazine''s must visit list. Soft lights, smooth jazz from a live band, the pianist''s Persian is lounging atop the upright piano while a Meowth is swaying to the bass.

    Naomi and Jane are trying to help the shy Citro hold a conversation with Brendan and the Pike Queen. Lacy is trying to find something on the menu I might like while Steven is telling me to try to teach my Joltik, Anchor Shot. Apparently, channeling steel type energy into String Shot just like Electro Web should make it work. He even has a TM he can send my way.

    "While I''m sure the process will come more naturally as she continues her evolution into a Galvantuala," the older gentleman carries on.

    That''s when trouble taps me on the shoulder. Arriving in the form of a shorter woman with a blonde mohawk, wearing a green trainer jacket and athletic shorts. Following at her h?ps is a Zorua, or is it a Zoroark now? The black fox pokemon is probably over three feet tall.

    Vivienne already has a glass of wine in her hands, "Alright there Boss? How about we step over to the bar and you let me buy your pretty lady a drink."

    Jane happens to glance over and looks like a startled kitten when she recognizes the woman.

    Lacy pokes me, "Mind introducing me Kurt?"

    "Of course," I stand up and take Lacy''s hand to lead her from the group, "Why don''t we take Miss Vivienne up on her offer for a drink." Looking back at the table. "We''ll be back in a couple minutes."

    Mr. Stone looks momentarily annoyed at having been interrupted, probably a rarity these years. Thankfully, Jane is there with the ?ssist, thanking him once again for delivering her mother''s inheritance.

    Viv takes Lacy''s arm despite the frown quickly forming on my fianc¨¦''s lips, "Doctor Cutter, we simply have so much to gossip about. You know, the first time I met my boss he was stark n?k?d in a field and asked if I was interested in rolling in the hay?"

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 Chapter 74 - Knowledge is Half the Battle

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    The restaurant bar is a gaudy mashup of industrial, tropical, and glam. Potted ferns frame a long counter in front of a brick wall lined with shelves of alcohol and a tv showing the Hoenn League gym highlights for the week. Low hanging crystal chandeliers cast a brightness that I find ill suited for drinking away your problems.

    Vivienne taps the counter, "Two Old Ambers and a Mint Lemonade please."

    While I pull out a seat for Lacy, "Mint Lemonade?"

    "It''s like a Sprite," she sits at Lacy''s side opposite me, "I presume the good doctor is abstaining from alcohol."

    "Ofcour¡­se," Lacy quickly looks my way with wide eyes.

    ¡­. Oh¡­ OH.

    Our blonde agent of chaos snorts while grinning like the Cheshire cat, "Figured, never takes him long, and I''ll bet all the gold in Hoenn it''s a girl. His first born always is. Apparently it''s some super complicated genetics meets cosmic due."

    Lacy whips back around, "This is absurd!"

    Viv almost spills the drink she was just handed in a fit of giggles, her accent even slips into some degree of scottish, "Sorry," shaking her hand dry, "We binged Loki last night, fantastic show. Too bad the namesake is a right prick."

    Taking a deep breath, "I doubt you''re here to ruin surprises or are you always this annoying?"

    Smirking over her glass the blonde winks, "Ah gee Boss, you just bring out the best in me."

    While I resist the urge to just walk away, Lacy stares down this lunatic, "Why are you here?"

    Taking in half the glass in one go, Vivienne holds up two fingers. She then m??ns inappropriately just for kicks, "Delicious, first," pointing at me, "Everything was his idea, he just won''t remember it till he''s dead."

    Well that''s morbid, and by the recoil I think my fiance agrees.

    "Second," she opens her phone to an article about the terrorist attack on the Alola Battle Tower, "After the tower, while resting in the hospital, Boss had a visit by Ash Ketchum''s Gengar in his sleep. This resulted in a surprise visit home and a very bitchy call from my coworker with her corset strapped too tight."

    "Did I not mention that?" Oh look, I haven''t touched my drink.

    Viv smirks but seems to enter something akin to business mode, "Let out your Phantump please."

    I do so, Blue appears, still looking like a chibi wooden knight. I can already picture the mischievous wheels running in his head as the little ghost surveys the fancy restaurant.

    "Looking good there Blue," Viv opens her back pack to pull out an absurdly detailed, carved stick. While probably only a foot long, it looks like a shrunken wooden spear. "Next time Boss is in trouble, just make one of these big enough for him."

    Next she hands me a usb stick, a TM.

    "That''s everything youll need for the little guy to learn Dream Eater himself. Let me see your Miracle Seed buddy."

    As the woman cups the golden acorn in her hands, Lacy can''t help but question, "As interesting as a spear sounds, what does that have to do with Dream Eater, or Blue learning it for that matter?"

    "Nothing," she practically sings, "Now before you both get all surly on me, I''ll get to the main point."

    She gets up from her chair, hands a now glowing green acorn to Blue, and stands before me.

    Another smirk and she skips back to her seat to finish off her drink as I hear an annoying number of phones going off in the restaurant.

    Lacy seems confused by Viv''s little speech, "That''s it?"

    "Oh yes. Some of the other energies are more of a coin flip but feel free to experiment." the blonde suggesting I electrocute myself puts down her empty glass, "He simply needed to be aware. Hence why my coworker rightly claims it''s my fault it happened at all. But I''ll never admit that to her."

    I think I''m annoyed, but it''s a lot to take in. A part of me is still stuck on the revelation that my fiance is pregnant, "Anything else I should know?"

    "Oh yes, but it seems Stevie boy is on his way to inform you. Come on Nyxy, let''s get moving. I want to visit that mysterious dragon village before calling it a night."

    The black fox stops whispering in Blue''s ear with what I''d call a menacing chuckle. Both Vivienne and the fox wave as they pass Steven on his way up to the bar.

    Our bartender is a bit too eager, his voice cracking, "What can I get you Mr. Stone?"

    His sharp features locked in a scowl, "Turn up the television."

    As the fella scurries off to find a remote I ask the Hoenn League Chairman, "Something happened?"

    A blonde man is in front of a raging inferno, "I''m coming to you live from the Lavaridge Gym. You''ll be relieved to hear that while Gym Leader Flannery is in critical condition, the doctors have ?ssured us that she''ll recover. No one else is in as serious condition at this time, the blast emanating from the Gymleader''s side of the field. The gym''s Solrocks prevented further damage or injury if only just b?r?ly. While no league statement has been made official, social media posts by Flannery''s husband are at this point being considered an admission of guilt and intent."

    "Oh Shit."

    "Indeed," Steven reaches over the counter and takes a bottle of whiskey and a glass to pour himself a drink.

    The reporter continues, as does the fire behind him, "Police, Rangers, and Gym Aces are hunting for Mr. Hodge but have yet to disclose any leads."

    In the background a woman in a glittering black suit with long white hair steps forward with a pokeball. A Blastoise appears and begins to spray a torrent of water at the fire.

    "Gym Leader Electra is here!"

    The Sootopolis gym leader tips the balance in favor of the fire fighters.

    Steven looks at another message on his phone and sighs, "Flannery''s son will be put forward to hold gym battles for the next three months. Flannery can''t be killed by fire at this stage of her career¡­ her husband was a fool."

    In spite of everything personal tonight I can''t help wondering, "Why though, why would he try to kill her?"

    With that, the older gentleman exits the restaurant, I catch the flash of a pokeball from the front window quickly followed by another silver flash. I ?ssume he teleported away. I''ll admit that''s a very cool way to make an exit.

    More importantly, "So, Pregnant?"

    Lacy almost sprays the ''Not Sprite'', "Um, I was checking in the clinic after we got back from Alola. I''m not showing any signs yet but the blood work doesn''t lie."

    That''s fancy futuristic equipment for ya. "Well¡­ I look forward to meeting her."

    Her head falls against my ?h?st, "She''ll be due in the new year¡­ I want a summer wedding, before I turn into a Drifblim."

    Chuckling, I pull her tighter, "Sure."

    "Kurt," her golden eyes search mine, "what are you? Will our child be normal or¡­ something else?"

    Like I know, that''s the whole point right?

    Smirking, "Of Course no child of ours could be so unlucky to be considered normal."

    "Kurt!" Naomi waves us back to the table.

    I return Blue just as he''s finished fixing the glowing seed to the stick like a magic staff. I guess he''s swapping class from knight to wizard, or druid I suppose would be more appropriate. He''s always been more special attack focused anyway.

    "Shall we?" I hold my arm out for Lacy as we head back to my team.

    The Pike is frowning at her phone, "I ?ssume Steven told you the news? The gyms are a separate branch of the league but I''m sure we''ll be having a meeting about this in the Tower."

    "Are you able to teleport back?"

    Rolling her eyes, "No, I never bothered," she lets out a sigh, "But I''m not getting any younger am I. If I rush back I can be in Larousse within two hours. I''ll just be sore the rest of the week from riding my Gyarados that fast."

    Pulling up the dex app, "I''m sure you''ve thought about it?"

    "That''s the thing," she puts a pearl colored ball on the table, "Cynthia told me my Milotic could pull it off but never said how."

    Checking out the mermaid fish on the app, "It''s probably water dependent like that guy from Kanto and his shadow hopping. Guzma also mentioned certain items can help pokemon better attune to their energies."

    The Pike finishes off her drink and stands up, stretching her lanky frame, "I''ll message Misty tomorrow and annoy her for anything more specific. Gyarados trainers unite!"

    It''s a quiet night, everyone lost in their own thoughts. The morning however, strategy meeting time!

    Citro starts us off, "With my Thwackey and Whiscash I''m fairly confident I''ll pass."

    Naomi takes notes on her tablet, "Your positive Whiscash doesn''t need more water? I know the gym field has a few puddles but they''re nothing to rely on."

    "She can spend hours on land and still fire off water guns." He must be confident because I''ve rarely heard him so certain.

    Of Course the grimace on his face while staring at his four pokeballs reminds me he isn''t exactly spoiled for choice. He''s lucky he even has two with type advantage. This is also probably a good example of what normal rookies have to work with by their third gym challenge.

    Naomi goes next, "Roxanne has been favoring Tyrunt this year to promote the Fossil lab''s latest breakthrough. So my Florges is a must, doubles are what we''ve been training for up till now. But I''d like to go first to practically guarantee the match up."

    She looks at us hopefully and neither Citro, Jane or I have reason to object.

    Jane asks the tough question, "Soo who''s your second?"

    Watts smirks and opens a pokeball designed like a bulb of golden leaves. A small red ram with a beach ball sized, golden afro appears.

    "My Cottonee soaked up the energy from our pirate loot, sun stone like it was a rare candy! Meet my Whimsicott! I haven''t quite picked a name yet."

    "Male or Female?" I ask.

    "Male actually, you have an idea?"

    Well she has kind of a greek theme, "Argo. It was the name of a ship in a story about a hero''s quest for a magical golden sheep."

    "That''s great! Do you like it Whimsicott?"

    The mini afro ram preens and gives a slight nod before hopping up Lacy''s tree to catch a few rays from the morning sun.

    I look at our redhead, "Jane, you''re up."

    "Why me next?!" She seems a bit on edge this morning, "Of Course it''s Crooky and Marble."

    Naomi sighs, "At least use your Aerodactyl if Roxanne uses the bug fossil."

    Jane reluctantly nods.

    That just leaves me facing some expectant kids.

    "It''s a surprise."

    """Booo!"""

    Laughing I point over to the sandbox, "Kidding, I''m kidding. Blue and Kona got this covered."

    My druidic haunted stump and pile of living black sand are in the process of recreating Wela Volcano Park.

    Lacy comes out the back door, "Kurt, did you use my candle lighter?"

    Looking back I notice smoke starting to exit the tiny volcano.

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 Chapter 75 - Pride and Brutality

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    The road to the gym is Northeast out of Rustboro, between the highway east to Mauville and the road north to Meteor Falls. The parking lot is locally dug gravel with islands of trees and undergrowth. An attempt at creating parking for a high school sports game worth of spectators while not disrupting the wildlife.

    Set into the cliff side of the mountain are double doors large enough to fit a double decker bus through, open wide for all to visit the gym. The Hoenn League crest in the center with reliefs of Rock type Pok¨¦mon set around the outer edge.

    Excitement boils in my veins just walking in. I can tell most of the team feels the same. Lacy pats Citro on the back as the lad was nervously still gawking at the doorway. Jane actually grins and moves behind the boy, grabbing him by the shoulders and driving him right up to the reception counter before his nerves can catch up.

    Naomi skips to the counter herself, "Team Red Rebels are here for our challenge!"

    While the paperwork is sorted I get a better look around us. The lobby is a dimly lit cave, there''s an ambiance of history and strength. Even starting with the reception desk, cut from stone, petrified wood countertop, framed in brick pillars before a looming dark wall.

    The lobby curves in two wings away from the center desk. To our right is a large cafeteria and waiting lounge, complete with a kitchen carved from the cave itself and a space for pokemon center healing equipment.

    Opposite to the left, a wing right out of a museum. Unlike the massive reconstructed fossil displays of the lab, these bones remained locked in stone. The outer wall of the wing has a space for each specimen on display with touch screen glass displays that can bring up modern revival efforts or interesting discoveries about each pokemon. Lacy admires the complete Archeops fossil on display.

    My teammates however are more interested in the inner side of the wing. Dozens of obelisks just over my height line the floor. On each face of an obelisk is a screen and a profile of a famous trainer known for using Rock, Ground, or Steel type pokemon. While a fair few are instead local Rustboro trainers who went on to great accomplishments.

    I hear Naomi explaining to Citro, "Most of the larger gyms have something similar to this. Mauville Gym''s is more of just a big touch screen wall in fun colors. These are called the Heroic Spires. Look, here''s Brendan!"

    Neat, "Where did Jane disappear to?"

    Citro points, "She was headed over there pretty quickly."

    A few familiar trainers are among the spires I pass, including Lucy, Brock and Olivia.

    Around a few black monoliths I find our red head, her back to me. Just in front of her is a ten foot spire, etched in stone is the face of a grinning young woman with long hair in a high ponytail.

    Jane is gripping her arm with one hand as if to steady herself as she scrolls a list of pokemon. Mega-Steelix, Aggron, Duralodon, Bastiodon, Bronzong, Empoleon, some of these I''m seeing for the first time. She scrolls back to the Steelix and clicks something.

    The screen changes to a video of the woman, deep blue hair flowing in the wind as she gives a feral laugh, "Flash Cannon!"

    Each crystal on Steelix glows before the monster releases a vibrant beam at a Salamance commanded by the then champion, Zinnia.

    Roxanne''s voice startles both of us, "The Pike probably never thought about it, she doesn''t visit gyms. I suspect Steven thought you knew already."

    Jane glances at me before tapping the screen again, pulling up the tower bell pokemon, the penguin, and the wannabe Mecha Godzilla, "No one told me she went to Sinnoh and Galar."

    "Your mother was on her way to making a bang at the world''s competition. She loved battling like it was the most exciting thing in the world to her, and so did her pokemon." Roxane takes out a black and white ball with a dinosaur skull etched into it. "Follow me, you''ll be first Jane."

    As we step away from the spire I notice Jane''s reluctance, "You never did tell me her name."

    "Lina, she was named after one of our ancestors, that''s what Aunty says."

    Roxanne speaks up, "The warrior princess Inahime. She certainly lived up to her name."

    Jane never mentioned it, but Lucy told me over drinks that Jane''s mother passed away just as many powerful trainers have, holding back a Rampage event.

    As we descend further into the mountain, the rest of the team and Lacy catching up, I notice the ceiling stretching in the opposite direction. Soon we''re walking through a mind breakingly expansive cavern. Dozens of other people and trainers wave to Roxanne from the line of people here to spectate the day''s matches.

    Looking at the darkness that remains when the roof simply disappears, "This a natural cave system right? I can see the walls still look natural.'''' Indeed there are occasional stalagmites jutting up from the ground along the walkway.

    Another legend, "How''d that work out?"

    As we walk under an overpass sized arch Naomi gasps and points, "The battle casts never show that side of the field!"

    Stopping dead in my tracks, my mind grinds to a stop, pleading for words to define this cathedral of natural wonder. The ceiling is long lost in the darkness beyond the arena lights. Small mossy pools, boulders, stalagmites the size of telephone poles and stunning crystals of all sizes.

    Most importantly, in the direction Naomi is pointing, a Regirock. Carved from obsidian marble veined with silver. Small white glows bloom where it''s eyes should be. It rests motionless on a throne of black crystal. A silent witness to everything that happens below.

    Along the opposite edge of the arena are a few dozen spectators cheering for the arrival of us and the Gym Leader. An overhang prevents anyone from looking high enough to see the Regi. I''d wager this is the first place many trainers witness a legendary pokemon, although I''ve met enough now to be confident half wouldn''t even notice the thing.

    A young man calls out over the arena sound system, "Welcome everyone to another exciting day of league action here in Rustboro. Today''s challengers are the team Red Rebels. First up to the field is a young lass with plenty of red in her hair and fiery spirit, Jane from Larousse City!"

    Our audience cheers and claps while Roxanne opens the pokeball she''s been carrying. A Lairon takes the field, "Jane, this Lairon was sired by your Mother''s Aggron. One day he may join your team, but today, and the rest of this season, he''ll be stopping any trainer who doesn''t take this challenge seriously."

    Her next ball reveals her required fossil pokemon, Lileep, the Rock/Plant that looks like a sea anemone that got lost. Jane visibly hesitates, hand just above her belt of pokeballs.

    With a grim shout, "Marble, Crooky, let''s show ''em all!"

    "Battle Start!"

    "Crooky, Scary Face the Lairon. Marble Flash Polish!"

    "Lileep, Ancient Power and Stealth Rocks. Hone Claws, Lairon."

    While both trainers call prep moves, Jane''s Onix shines with signature brilliance, Roxanne''s comes with a nasty surprise.

    All across the cave floor, shards of crystal and fist sized rocks begin to float in the air before beginning to cyclone inside of the arena.

    Naomi bites her thumbnail, "While all four pokemon are resistant to rock moves, the chip damage will add up."

    Jane isn''t about to let the rock storm get in her way, "Crooky, Dig. Marble, Smack Down everything, mix in some Rock Throw."

    The sand croc dives at a pile of mud and disappears into the ground while Onix begins shredding the field, sending sprays of dirt and a few boulders flying towards the stationary Lileep.

    Roxanne smirks, "Grass Knot, Magnet Rise."

    Miraculously sparks of dull colored energy begin arcing off of Lairon, the storm of smaller rocks begins to part around him as the damn thing actually lifts off the ground. Just in time as the Krokorok erupts from the earth like one of those shark documentaries.

    "Crooky, use Taunt, Torment, and Pursuit! Marble, Rock Polish again to break free then Bulldoze that plant!"

    At some point I missed a mass of oozy cave moss coating over half of Onix''s mid section, trapping her in place and making life difficult.

    Roxanne calls out, "Heavy Slam and Stone Edge. Lileep, Sludge Bomb."

    Like some kind of space monster, Lairon begins to float around attempting to slam into Crooky who continues to hiss and claw whenever he gets the chance. Meanwhile Onix coils against herself fast enough to scrape off the moss muk and is now charging full tilt at Lileep.

    While watching more rocks smack into the side of Marble and patches of moss cling to her sides, Jane waits for just the right moment when Lairon is charging Crooky again.

    "Marble, Smack Down Lairon, Crooky follow up with Brick Break then Foul Play! Then Marble, Bind the plant."

    Lairon has no chance to dodge, still enraged by the Krokorok''s endless hissing. A boulder sails through the air and clips him. The would-be wrecking ball crashes into the arena floor just before a waiting Crooky lands a vicious tail slap against Lairon''s face. The angry croc starts to claw and bite like the most vicious thing on two legs.

    Marble unfortunately never made it to Lileep, she''s trapped in a glue of mossy, glowing, cave slime and purple gunk that occasionally gets shot from Lileeps¡­ mouth?

    Roxanne just stoically watches as the match reaches a sort of stalemate, "Mind the rocks Jane, the clock is ticking."

    Naomi gasps, "The Stealth Rock storm, Mega Drain, the Sludge poison, she''s literally just waiting for Jane''s pokemon to collapse!"

    Jane folds her arms and grins even as another rock pelts Crooky just below the eye, eliciting an enraged growl. His Anger Point triggered for sure.

    "Crooky, Stomping Tantrum. Marble, Flash Cannon!" She points forward like a commander. Her mother''s blood racing in her heart, that same blood that traces back to warlords of old.

    Roxanne''s brows raise in surprise as the veins of gold along Marble''s body begin to glimmer, the light actually burning away most of the slime holding her down.

    Meanwhile Crooky enters a wildly brutal combo of tail slaps and punches, each one flinging more dirt into the overwhelmed Lairon.

    Lileep tries to interrupt Marble by shooting more poisonous gunk. It never arrives.

    A bone shaking Roar fills the cave as a golden beam of light bursts from Onix, incinerates the incoming sludge, and engulfs the practically immobile Lileep.

    Two flashes of light come from the Gym Leader''s side of the field.

    Jane shouts out alongside the victorious roars of her two pokemon.

    I sit back in my seat and whistle, "Holy shit, that was cool."

    Naomi is practically hopping in her seat when she freezes in place and reads a new message on her phone telling her to come down to the field, "How am I supposed to follow that!?"

    Citro snorts before giving a genuine smile, "Good Luck Naomi."

    Lacy is holding up an empty popcorn bag and giving me puppy dog eyes.

    Geez, "Ya ya, I got it."

    From down below I hear Jane shouting, "Marble stop flirting!"

    The Onix seemed to finally notice the Regi seated above and is doing her best to wipe off any left over gunk and preen before the crystal throne.

    Lacy giggles, "Let''s convince Jane she needs to give her Onix the Talk."

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 Chapter 76 - Emphasis on Challenge

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    Jane joins us in the stadium seating looking both excited over the new badge and too embarrassed over Onix''s behavior to make eye contact with anyone.

    I flick her head to make her look up, "Good job kid. What did the gym leader have to say afterwards?"

    "She congratulated me on how strong my pokemon have become," Sighing, "She also cautioned me against continuing to use only those two in gym battles. And that I should work on having my pokemon work together instead of as individuals."

    Lacy smirks, "Did Marble get the Regi to move?"

    While Jane turns red in the face again, the announcer lad calls out, "Please welcome to the field, Naomi from Mauville!"

    Naomi enters the field with a practiced smile and wave.

    Roxanne smirks and releases two pokemon.

    An Aerodactyl and a floating black geode, a Shiny Carbink, appear in the air.

    Naomi''s smile falters while Roxanne lectures, "This is a gym ''Challenge.'' Never expect things to go according to your plan or that we Gym Leaders are not informed of our opponents previous battles."

    Exactly, the Pokedex app, while vitally important, absolutely tracks every pokemon related event we are involved in. The league receives all of that information, and therefore the gym leaders have everything they need to know to crush us if they wanted.

    Thankfully, unless you''re a total shit, this is just a test, not a beating.

    Despite the complete curveball, Watts elects to stick to her plan. Florges and Whimsicott appear.

    "Battle Start!"

    Naomi quickly shouts, "Set the field!"

    Roxanne''s smirk falls to a sigh, "Aerodactyl, use Ancient Power and Tailwind. Carbink, Earth Power, Stealth Rock, and Light Screen."

    Mist rises from the pools of the cave and swirls with motes of green glowing little cotton tufts like dandelion seeds. At the same time, from the geodes scattered up the cave walls, thousands of gleaming shards descend to the field, casting prismatic light in a dazzling display.

    Naomi hesitates on what to do next as Carbink and Aerodactyl practically disappear amongst the dancing prisms floating in the mist.

    Roxanne isn''t going to wait for Naomi to figure this out, "Aerodactyl, Defog via Flamethrower."

    A bullet of air smashes through the obscured air, the way cleared by a swirling gout of purple flames being spit by the flying dinosaur. Whimsicott is revealed only to dive away from the flames receiving only minor burns to his cotton afro.

    The gym leader doesn''t relent, "Fire Fang."

    Naomi shouts, "Flower Shield!"

    A burst of blue flower petals b?r?ly disrupts the angry Aerodactyl''s burning maw from chomping down on Whimsicott. But Noami''s pokemon are both revealed from the continuing gust of wind surrounding Aerodactyl.

    "Carbink, Dazzling Gleam the Florges."

    A laser show of prismatic light bounces from one floating crystal to the next and focuses on Naomi''s flower fairy from dozens of angles.

    Panic creeps into Watt''s commands, "Flower Shield again and Petal Blizzard! Argo use growth on your Leech seeds!"

    Not every laser gets blocked and none of the roots sprouting from the seeds floating in the windy terrain reach the Aerodactyl. Carbink is still completely hidden amongst the crystal cloud.

    Roxanne''s cold voice isn''t helping Naomi''s nerves, "Flamethrower again."

    Another gout of purple fire pours over both Florges and Whimsicott. None of Naomi''s status or wide area moves are reaching the only visible opponent. Almost all of the spores, seeds, and petals have been blown away by the wind, the crystal shards unaffected.

    Neither of Watt''s pokemon have a direct attack capable of piercing that wind. Rather than letting her pokemon suffer a barrage of prismatic lasers and flyby flamethrowers, Naomi does what I feel is the right thing.

    Raising her hand in the air, "I concede."

    The crowd cheers for Naomi in respect as Aerodactyl returns to Roxanne''s side for head pats. The prism field scatters into glittering dust revealing the Carbink never moved from right in front of the gym leader.

    Jane looks ready to complain but I get it, "Naomi has used essentially the same tactic in every important battle. Roxanne deployed a counter, our girl had no response. Just like your battle, Roxanne presented a challenge to your normal plan of attack, you overcame it with the sheer amount of training you''ve put into those two. Hence her warning for your next battle."

    Roxanne''s voice fills the stands, "Another cheer for the challenger for making the right call for her pokemon!"

    Well that''s a backhanded compliment, and Naomi''s bitter expression tells me she agrees.

    Citro looks frozen in his seat staring at a notification on his phone.

    Smacking his back, "Get in there kid. Do your best, we''ll all be tested today. Spine straight, chin up, your pokemon will feel it if you''re scared."

    He glances at me, "Sure, cause it''s just that easy."

    "Of course it isn''t," Should I be hard on him or not?

    Gripping his shoulder I do my best to get what I''m saying past his nerves, "Look, you''ve got seven more gyms after this one bud. Are you going to quit before you even tried one?"

    He actually looks offended, "No!"

    Jane laughs, "Then why are you still sitting here?!"

    The green haired brat scowls at Jane for laughing but then register''s what she said, "Shit!" He scrambles out of his seat and jogs down to the field, avoiding eye contact with the passing Naomi.

    When Watts arrives, Jane grumbles, "Did she tell you to find new strategies too?"

    "I think that message was loud and clear." Naomi scoffs before sighing, "No, she commended my decision to withdraw and told me to come back for another challenge later in the season. She also had a thing or two to say about rushing stone evolutions."

    Now that she''s up here, "So what was with the fire moves from that Aerodactyl anyway? The lab said the Charizard stuff failed horribly."

    Pulling out her tablet, Naomi shows me an article from several months back, ''Kanto Fossil Lab almost succeeds where Hoenn fails. Azure Charizard proves volatile yet functional for Aerodactyl gene reconstruction.'' Further down, ''Select League Gym Leaders receive second generation eggs.'' Last, ''Officials rule a repeat revival process prohibited, the first generation has all passed away from various complications.''

    The blonde slumps into her seat, "I knew she had it, I just expected it to be used against your Phantump."

    I see, "So it''s a ridiculously rare specimen, that hardly seems fair."

    "No," Naomi leans back in her seat, "It''s perfectly normal for Gym leaders to throw unexpected twists. Besides, I''m sure it costs a small fortune in medical costs to keep it healthy. Definitely not a pokemon a traveling trainer could care for."

    "Now let''s hear it for Citro all the way from Melemele!"

    His back isn''t quite straight, but Citro is standing out there, acting relaxed at least. Waving to the crowd with a soft smile. I''ll pretend I don''t notice his other hand shaking. "Go Citro!"

    Jane quirks a brow at my cheer only to get elbowed by Lacy, "Be supportive, he''s alone in a new region, we''re his only support."

    Roxanne pulls out two more pokemon, the small knock off baby triceratops, Shieldon, and a strange statue, Nosepass, take the field.

    Citro frowns, I don''t think he''s very familiar with these pokemon. Still, he sends out his green ape, Thwackey and Whiscash the catfish.

    Whiscash bounces into the closest pool, b?r?ly deep enough to submerge half of the big fish''s body. Thwackey seems distracted by all the pretty crystals.

    "Battle Start!"

    Roxanne calls out, "Shieldon Iron Defence, Wide Guard, and then Metal sound. Nosepass use Sandstorm, Power Gem, and Discharge."

    Naomi practically growls as the gym leader uses a similar strategy to the very one she just lost with. But then she smirks, "Nosepass is well known here, Roxanne has it use electric attacks in the sand storm. Fortunately Whiscash''s ground typing will negate that, the pools aren''t deep enough to cancel it''s grounding."

    Sure enough, Citro finally gains some confidence despite the glittering crystalline powder filling the field, "Whisca, use Mud Slap all over the field and never let up, get rid of the Sand Storm. Boomer, follow right behind and knock out that Shieldon!"

    Sparks flash through the dust creating small concussive bursts of crystal shards and electricity but it all gets blocked by the bouncing catfish as she flops forward across the field, one pool to the next. The whole way, Thwakey holds onto the fish tail, laughing like a maniac. Each leap sends a big splash of mud and water into the air that lessens the sand.

    Soon enough hardly any sand obscures the Shieldon defending the Nosepass while scraping the metallic crest on its head against the ground to create a grinding noise.

    Roxanne nods, "Well done, Shieldon use Flash Cannon!"

    Citro smirks, "Waaay too late, Hammer Arm!"

    While prismatic light from all the crystal dust starts to be absorbed into Shieldon''s head crest, Thwakey isn''t waiting. He uses the catfish as a trampoline and superman punches Sheldon in the face so hard the little dinosaur gets sent flying onto its back.

    The ape pounces to the top of Nosepass to begin beating the crap out of it with a stick while Whiscash starts spraying it in the face with water, I think most of it goes right up it''s giant nose.

    Roxanne returns both of her pokemon with a soft giggle, "Well done, great teamwork!"

    "Trainer Citro from Melemele Wins!"

    Naomi claps while still bitterly sighing, "At least that woman lost in the same way I did. I feel bad doubting how strong that fish is."

    Jane is laughing, "Did you see that punch! It was a One Hit KO!"

    "His fish definitely made the difference, ah," my phone buzzed, "Looks like I''m up."

    Lacy gives me a peck on the cheek for luck while the other two girls roll their eyes.

    I pass Citro on my way down, "Awesome battle bud!"

    He chuckles while shaking out his hands, "It felt awesome, I''m glad my Pok¨¦mon trusted my call."

    Geez, this kid.

    Ruffling his hair, "Like I said, you did great. Make sure to reward them later."

    "Roxanne said the same thing," his hazel eyes meet mine, "Good luck Kurt."

    Heh, "I just hope more kids don''t call me a creep after today."

    Reaching the field I find Roxanne still looking over a case of pokeballs held by a gym trainer.

    From the stands, "Finally let''s welcome Kurt, from our own Rustboro! Don''t be stingy with the applause folks, our lovely Doc Cutter might decide we need more shots!"

    She glances my way, "Contrary to the girls, I highly doubt you''ll use your starter today. Which means while your little ghost is an easy bet, I''ve no clue what your second pokemon will be."

    Please, I don''t buy that at all, "I''m sure you have a decent guess."

    Something shines in her eyes, "You traded the Clauncher, the Joltik is out, same for your Skrelp, most would guess the big Golbat. Type advantage would have you using the Tirtouga. No, you like being clever, I think you''ll show us something new today. Something from Alola."

    She knows I''m picking my Sandygast.

    Her hand stops over an olive green ball. With a flash, two large reptiles appear. First is the waist tall Tyrunt with scales like tree bark. Second is a greyish, rock turkey¡­ Tyranitar Jr, um, Larvitar!

    I glance up to the stands and see Naomi in a panic raising her hands in a big cross. Common girl, don''t be a hypocrite.

    Chuckling I pull out my pokeballs, Blue and Kona take the field. Both start gazing about the field in awe before spotting the opponent lizards.

    "Brilliant deduction dear Roxanne," I give my best smile, "However nothing will help you now."

    The announcer whistles, "Big talk from our challenger! Battle Start!"

    Before Roxanne can take initiative I yell out like a general, "Change of plans boys! For Gondor!"

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 Chapter 77 - Showstopper

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    -Dirt and sand erupt from every pool, shards of crystal scatter creating a blinding, prismatic display of pure elemental power. Roxanne has still yet to give a command, when the dust settles, a castle has been raised on my side of the field.

    Eight feet of dark sand, shimmering with crystal fractals, round walls, towers, a single stone cliff jutting from the center, and a bonsai style tree growing from the top.

    Roxanne quirks a brow, "I''ll readily admit I underestimated your Sandygast¡­ No, this should push it to being considered a Palossand in all but name."

    Okay, "Thank you?"

    She smiles, "However this isn''t a beach competition, aren''t you supposed to defeat me, Challenger Kurt?"

    Ah, mind games is it?

    "We''ll get to that," I can''t stop grinning, "Why don''t you take those baby dragons and try to conquer the castle?"

    Her eyes, smile all she wants, it''s those stone cold eyes that intimidate kids into obedience, "Very well, we can play fairytale. Tyrunt, use Dragon Dance, Larvitar, kick up a Sandstorm..."

    Half the crowd must have felt the shivers while Roxanne points forward into the rising dust cloud approaching my sand castle, "Crush it, Dragon Rush and High Horsepower."

    Both of the bulky raptors charge forward from two angles. The sandy colored Larvitar, with it''s bird-like tail, is kicking up all kinds of dust that follows in its wake. Meanwhile, Tyrunt is visibly radiating energy like a heat mirage.

    A couple yards is more than enough to gauge their path, "Let''s go, Grass Knot and Spikes first."

    Tyrunt and Larvitar have to dodge as stalagmites begin to pierce up from the ground beneath them at the same time as slime covered roots strike from the pools like water snakes.

    Roxanne just nods, "Well done, Rock Polish boys."

    As they reach half point we start the next phase of pokemon tower defence, "Earth power and Leech Seeds. Keep it up you two!"

    Dozens of seeds launch from the castle walls like arrows across a battlefield while the very ground beneath Roxanne''s pokemon begins to soften. Minefield eruptions of dirt and small stones disrupt Tyrunt and Larvitar attempts to dodge.

    Roxanne''s twin terrors are getting battered left and right and they haven''t even crossed into my side just yet, and she knows it. If this goes on it would more likely feel like an insult to her. Fortunately for her pride, she''s more than earned her title.

    "Enough," she''s removing the kid gloves eh? "Tyrunt, blast it away with Ancient Power, Larvitar, lead the charge with Bulldoze."

    A bone shaking, primordial roar echoes throughout the whole cavern. All of the dust and debris in the air gets blasted across the field, scraping the walls of our castle. Larvitar lines up in front of Tyrunt, together they surge forward. With its head down, the sandy reptile plows through all of my pokemons'' field attacks.

    "Well," I watch the pair nearly reaching the ''gates'', "A little more time boys, Iron defense and Growth."

    Both reptiles slam into the front of the castle in a spray of black sand. Roxanne''s brows raise in seeing that what little they managed to break reveals a layer of roots reinforcing the entire structure. "Bring it down, Trop kick and Iron Head."

    Tyrunt leaps onto the side of the castle and starts to kick appart what it can while Larvitar backs up and rams into the front again sending off another spray of sand.

    "Rude," Time for the real showstopper, "Kona use Tectonic Rage, Blue, Bloom Doom."

    Even from here I can see Roxanne''s stoney expression falter in recognition of the Alolan special moves, "Get Away!"

    Poor Tyrunt and Larvitar don''t have a chance.

    The entire eight foot sand castle explodes along with all of the surrounding cave floor in a burst of sand, stone and moss covered roots that surge towards the stunned reptiles.

    Amazingly, even after being blasted into the air Tyrunt does it''s best to kick or tail swipe away the roots while falling back to the ground. Larvitar isn''t nearly as lucky, having taken the full brunt of the attacks at ground level.

    Now a swirling pool of black quicksand slowly envelops the struggling bark-skinned raptor, Tyrunt, as it chomps at the roots which continue to harass it from every side. Maybe at a higher level or as a Tyrantrum it could force it''s way out. But as it stands....

    "That''s enough." Flashes from the Gym Leader''s side of the field return both of Roxanne''s pokemon.

    My Palossand rises from the Sand Tomb and spits out the previously Ingrained Phantump. Both of my pokemon look exhausted as Kona sags slightly in place and Blue leans on his glowing druid staff.

    Roxanne pauses a second at the staff before looking at me, "Well done, that was some extraordinary teamwork."

    I finally hear the announcer in the stands, "Challenger Kurt wins! What a powerful pair of ghosts!"

    Walking over to my noticeably larger sandcastle pokemon, "Looks like you made a big impression Kona, well done. Blue, great as always, get some rest lads."

    Roxanne meets me in the center of the field with my new Stone Badge, "That was quite the display, clever combinations, tactics, and in truth, total overkill."

    Ah, "Ha, my bad. I guess going all out was on a completely different scale than practicing at the beach."

    She nods, "It might have been better to keep that hidden until finals, just maintaining the solid defence and gradual damage would have won you the match." we turn to the flashing cameras, "Still it was quite impressive. What was your Phantump holding? It''s not against the rules mind you, I''m just not used to seeing pokemon holding weapons."

    "I imagine it wasn''t so strange an age ago," I honestly can''t see any harm in telling this particular gym leader, "It''s a Miracle seed and a piece of an ancient Totem Trevnant."

    Or at least part of the truth.

    "I see," she mulls it over for a second, "That''s practically how mega stones work in a more roundabout manner. I look forward to seeing just how impressive your little tree becomes in a few years. Especially since I''m told you''ll be my neighbor soon."

    "Thank you," I guess I hadn''t thought of that last part, "So neighbor, any advice for my Palossand?"

    Her smile for the first time seems a touch more personal, "Don''t keep the poor thing cooped up in a ball as much as possible. Like many special oriented pokemon, they benefit from being out in their element. Especially ghosts, the happier they are the more they''ll give their all for their trainer."

    Seems I''ll just have to make sure the neighborhood kids don''t get in the sand pit back home. I saw my little monster eat a Tailow yesterday.

    Lacy gives me a kiss on the cheek, "Congratulations Mr. Creepy."

    "Please no," I absolutely don''t want that reputation. "Y''all are convincing me to stop using my ghosts for gym battles."

    Naomi scoffs, "Please, your Palossand will crush the mosh at this rate."

    Maybe, I was personally hoping to take a more proactive approach on the second time around.

    Citro gives me a fist bump, "Nice win Kurt!"

    "Thanks Bud!"

    Jane is all fired up still, "I can''t wait for Crooky to bust out big moves!"

    Naomi counters, "He''s been making big moves since Dewford!"

    "But did you see that explosion!" the red head has lost it.

    Lacy pats her head, "Alright let''s go get some food to celebrate."

    While Naomi''s mood dips, Roxanne speaks up, "Well done all of you." looking to the Wattson heiress, "Naomi, you will be held to a high standard for the entire season. You represent the future of Hoenn like few can possibly dream of. Work hard. I, for one, am rooting for your success, even if the road seems rocky."

    That spark of determination fills Naomi''s eyes, "Then I hope you won''t mind me crushing you next time we battle."

    A peal of laughter escapes the gym leader as she turns to walk away, "You can certainly try."

    Notes for how to sound like a badass gym leader.

    Dinner is take-out back at the house, we even let out all of our pokemon. My Joltik is down for any excuse to get some cuddle time in. Although with her approaching the size of a medium breed dog while being a spider, it''s getting a little daunting to let her chill in my ??p.

    While it''s kind of fun running around the yard and house making sure twenty plus pokemon behave, it''s abundantly clear why people don''t do this. I think it''s time to push for getting that land sooner. For both me and Naomi, Jane has told us that any of her pokemon are more then welcome at the Larousse Battle Tower park or Mr. Stone''s property on Dewford.

    Speaking of, both girls get calls from family. Jane gets a vid call of congratulations from The Pike and Steven. Naomi is surprised when her father and his ''secretary'' call her to commend her sound judgement and encourage her she''ll wipe the floor at the Petalburg Gym in a week.

    It''ll be a week because several of our pokemon are finally hitting their evolution points and it''s simpler just to wait it out. Jane''s Venipede entered it''s cocoon-ish stage a few days ago and is expected to finish reaching Scolipede form by the end of the week along with her Wimpod. Same for my Tesla, Zilla the Tirtouga who''s been battling Jane''s Water Types at the beach, even Rusty is starting to grow sharper scales.

    For Naomi, her Swablu, Nimbus, is gaining size fast. She plans on using him and her Kirlia at the next gym if it starts its final bloom type evolution to Gardevoir. It''s a lot, and it''s hard to keep track of it all. Thankfully Naomi is a freaking genius at this whole team management/leadership stuff.

    While planning a trip to my prospective property and finding time to catch the still missing Sawsbuck bounty, I spot Citro calling his mother. Instead of cheerful smiles I can tell it''s forced.

    His voice cracks a bit as he says his goodbye, "Yup I''ll be safe, I guess I''ll talk to you¡­ When I win my next badge. Bye mom¡­"

    He just drops the phone to the floor, I can see the call ended without him having hit anything. He buries his head in his hands.

    "I take it that didn''t go as planned?"

    Without looking at me, "She promised to catch the rerun later. Said the Cafe was finally looking busy again with the curse lifted from the village¡­ I don''t think she expected me to call."

    Shit.

    "Hey bud," he''s still not looking, "Citro!"

    His red, tear streaked eyes peek out of his hands, "What?"

    "Let''s step out back."

    In the furthest back part of the garden we find my Golbat, Shak, and Citro''s smaller Noibat screeching at each other. The big guy is showing how to best slash with his wing without breaking the hollow bones within.

    "Shak." The big purple bear-bat face looks at me with a head tilt.

    "Did I tell you Lacy is going to have a baby? That means you are on permanent guard duty of this house whenever you''re not with me. Understand?"

    After his eyes widen in surprise, the big lug sits up on his hindlegs much like a bear and gives me a salute. Best flying, guard bat-bear ever.

    Citro mumbles, "I think you''ll be a good dad."

    "Thanks," I watch the Noibat have stars in it''s eyes for how cool the bigger bat acts, "I''m told it''s gonna be a girl."

    Thinking too hard on what to say, "I just want them to be happy. I think that''s all any decent parent should want, well, that and how to behave properly¡­ and not to waste money¡­ or that they make good friends¡­ My point is," Turning towards the green haired boy who''s tears won''t stop falling to the grass no matter how much he rubs his eyes, I grab the kid and give the poor brat a hug.

    "You''re a good lad, and you did Really great today."

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 Chapter 78 - Eating Crow

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    Morning finds me sitting at the kitchen island trying some brand of coffee with a stylized Manectric head on the label. It''s definitely too bitter, and my mind can''t help wondering if they have weird coffee in this world too. Like the beans have been through a Pyroar''s system already or some other crazy shit.

    Naomi skips in and steals a sip before starting to brew her own, "We should check out the Early Trainer Hoenn show. Gabby texted me just now that our battle is on the show outline."

    Citro and Jane wander in and start rummaging through the pantry for cereal as I turn on the corner screen.

    Lisia''s all too bright smile fills the camera, "Let''s start things off with yesterday''s battle highlights! First up, the Red Rebels are finally back on the Hoenn Gym circuit!"

    The view transitions to Citro''s green ape one shotting a dinosaur right off its feet!

    Whistling as the frame switches to picture in picture, Wallace has his usual smirk, "New comer Citro from Alola has hit the scene with a fantastic OHKO (One Hit Knock Out) against Roxanne''s Shieldon. However, I was personally quite impressed with his Whiscash."

    As the recording shows Whisca bouncing her way through the electric dust storm, Lisia giggles, "Well you are the water expert Uncle. I want to talk about Jane''s Flash Cannon next, it''s quite a feat to have the move down so early in the season. Especially by an Onix rather than it''s Steelix evolution."

    Wallace takes some sort of pen control and the inner frame zooms in on Marble''s gold veining glowing in slow motion, "This beautiful specimen has been feeding on metal since birth according to the report I received. I''ll respect trainer secrets here and just say that this is the kind of result Pokemon nutritionists dream of replicating. For such a specialized diet to have occurred naturally is the real treasure."

    Jane''s Crooky going berserk b?r?ly gets a passing shot as the next scene show''s Naomi''s loss.

    Lisia pouts, "Anyone that got their hopes up that Roxanne would give one of Hoenn''s brightest stars special treatment, well, something got mixed up because this fight was a cutthroat counter."

    The older league official just nods, "The word is out, none of our Hoenn Gym Leaders are to give her an inch on slack. Miss Wattson will be running her rookie year on hard mode, period. As a little behind the scenes I''ll tell our viewers that this decision was unanimous from the league board, that means including myself."

    Naomi almost spills her coffee, "Those Old Fucks!"

    Lacy steps into the kitchen just in time to smack the young lady across the head, "Eat something dear, you can cuss at the tv like a cranky sailor some other time."

    I hear Jane pout to Lacy, "They b?r?ly showed my Crooky."

    "I''m sure when he''s a big red monster they''ll have to pay attention," the show moves on to my massive explosion of earth and roots, "I totally should have held that back."

    Wallace leads off here, "The mysterious Kurt once more shows no one can predict what he''ll bring to the field. Lil Roxy knew enough to bank on the double ghosts but who would have guessed a double Z-move combo here in Hoenn."

    The younger co host sits forward, "I think you have something more interesting to point out here Uncle. I know I saw something incredibly clever in this fight, I wonder if viewers caught it?"

    Naomi scowls, "So much for respecting trainer secrets."

    I also can''t help but frown as the camera zooms in on the leech seeds sailing across the field.

    "Viewers of this battle can easily see what they thought was Palossand," cue our Minas Tirith sculpture, "But where is that plucky Phantump?"

    Panning to the tree atop the castle, "That''s not it, just as the castle isn''t really a Palossand."

    Lisia giggles, "That''s right folks, the whole thing was a trap!"

    Small cut away images of my genius surprise cake plan line up on the screen.

    Wallace continues spelling it out for the whole world, "Sandygast used Absorb or Swallow on it''s own teammate Phantump who used Leech Seed, Ingrain, and Growth. Together these Ghost pokemon created an extremely difficult to siege structure. They continued to gather energy while slowing down the opponent pokemon."

    "Then Boom!" Lisia shouts, "This totally raises the bar on pokemon fighting as a team."

    Wallace sighs, "Sure, but it''s overkill all the same. No question this should have been saved for later in the season."

    Lisia snaps her fingers, "But does it matter? It''s not like this is the limit, Kurt still has most of the year and those pokemon will evolve and only get stronger."

    He shakes his head, "Sandygast sure, but a year from now that will still be a Phantump. Furthermore, no gym leader is going to run right into it now. I see most of Trainer Kurt''s future matches being long range affairs as long as this combination is on the table."

    Sheesh I get it already.

    Naomi almost switches it off but the next scene shows her cousin Vermilya standing on a narrow dock in the Sootopolis Gym stadium. Her Jellicent provides a covering bubble beam while Samurott uses surf to slam into a Kingler just as a Starmie flies out of the water like a ninja star leaving a deep gash in the side of Jellicent.

    Wallace cheerily narrates, "Electra proves to be as vicious as always, Trainer Vermilya will have to make a return trip to the Sootopolis gym later this year."

    The angry starfish fires a lightning bolt that deflates the balloon while the Kingler straight up parries Samurot''s MegaHorn and follows up with a Crab Hammer right to the face.

    Naomi switches off the TV.

    Well, at least she''s not alone in match losses, "What''s the plan for today?"

    She taps her tablet, "Gabby will be on video call in an hour to cover how the Lavaridge incident affects our schedule. Grandpa is sending a few company men to do a sweep of the neighborhood and house. He gets a little gung ho whenever criminal activity picks up in the region. So I guess you get a day off."

    Jane ruffles Citro''s hair, "We''re going to hit the training fields at the school again."

    Naomi bites her thumb nail, "We shouldn''t relax too much, but I know most of our teams are hitting evolutionary breakpoints." She glances my way, "You still have a Sawsbuck to hunt right?"

    My ears catch the sound of loud caws in the backyard, "Yup, and a pair of Murkrows that need to stretch their wings."

    Jane snorts, "Not going to try using Blue again?"

    I learned the hard way last time that Sawsbuck can be uniquely immune to everything my little ghost can try. They''re fast, immune to Ghost energy, and Grass moves actually make some of them stronger.

    Jeez, "All of my usual pokemon but Blue need to rest today... Can''t exactly pull the Skrelp Gun tactic again anyway."

    Citro looks up from his cereal, "Skrelp Gun?"

    Jane almost slips from her chair, "You should have seen him! Holding a little seahorse up to my Onix and spraying her in the face!"

    "Anyway," Ignoring the glare from my fianc¨¦, "I guess it''s just Blue and the crows."

    One more patrol around the house to check on my pokemon. My Sandshrew, Tirtouga, and Sandygast are chilling in the sand pit. Recharging energy and scraping of shedding scales. The big bat is sleeping off his night of guard duty. Finally the less said of my Joltik being mid molt the better. I don''t know how anyone can see a spider that big and red, molting, and not shiver.

    Approaching the loud pair of black birds on the back fence, "Hey you two, ready for a trip in the woods? We''re gonna check out the forest where we''ll be living eventually, and hopefully catch another Sawsbuck."

    I don''t need to bother with putting them in their pokeballs, but it does feel weird only having Blue''s ball on hand. I''ll bring theirs just in case but the remainder of my belt slots are unused. I''ve got a few Great Balls in my bag and a pair of Ultra Balls.

    "Alright, it''s southwest of the town, let''s go!" I give Lacy a quick kiss goodbye on my way back through the house.

    Rustboro was just exiting ''winter'' when I swam ashore at the end of what would be February. We''re now in late spring, the league season is in full swing. I see young trainers filling the outdoor cafes, and battles in every public field. Cheers erupt from a pub, I spot a TV showing a Blaziken roundhousing a Pangoro on the Battle Tower channel inside.

    Kids are playing at a playground belonging to the one elementary school in town. One brat is even practicing wrestling moves wearing a Hawlucha mask. When I first got here I wouldn''t even recognise that pokemon''s name.

    Now¡­. Now I''m looking at the same woods I walked out of when I arrived in this world. Now that''s an embarrassing day to remember. At least Janice doesn''t scowl at me anymore, just waves and gives a polite hello when we cross paths.

    Above in the sky my two Murkrows caw.

    "I''m coming, I''m coming. Find that deer!"

    The woods are much more silent than the first time I came here. I can hear the waves break against the big rocks just north of me as I hike out along the small peninsula. The big pines are quite as tall as the ones closer to dragon territory but it''s still enough to block most of the sunlight. With the distant crashing waves and narrow beams of sunlight poking past the dark pines, I think it''s gorgeous.

    "Murk!"

    A short jog behind the gliding bird and I can hear the stomping of hooves and breaking of branches. Loudly squawking, Clyde narrowly dodges the Jump kick of a Sawsbuck with a set of antlers that look like willowy pine branches.

    "Help him out with Tailwind Bonnie." a breeze kicks up in a swirl around the tight clearing. "A few more Wing Attacks Clyde. Bonnie, find him an opening!"

    The more special focused of the pair uses her Tailwind to spread glowing black feathers everywhere and releases a low, ominous caw that startles the buck into losing sight of Clyde just as his antlers were charging up for some kind of energy attack.

    "Now Clyde, Aerial Ace and Assurance!"

    Showing off, Clyde barrel rolls right through the Sawsbuck''s legs from behind, clipping all four at the same time, and swoops up into a brutal upcut to the jaw.

    The deer pokemon stumbles to the ground, absolutely rocked.

    I toss a great ball, it sucks the Sawsbuck in with a flash of blue light. One wobble and it pings success!

    "Hell ya! Time to cash in, Great work you two!"

    If I call the breeder ranch now, their Staraptor will get to town before I''m even out of these woods.

    Clyde is preening in front of his mate. I can just imagine Bonnie''s voice, ''yes dear, I saw you smack the big deer, yes, I saw the barrel roll.''

    Chucking I''m skimming my contact list when the last thing I want to hear fills the silence of the forest. "Awooooo!"

    Shit. Both birds freeze in place.

    I b?r?ly turn towards town to run, only to face a four foot, black hound.

    It''s growl seems to echo but no, nine more Mighyena dash into view around the clearing.

    "Well, that''s less than ideal."

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 Chapter 79 - Cartoon Omissions

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    The nine wolves, er, Mightyena begin to pace around me while the apparent alpha continues to hold eye contact and growl.

    Slowly I reach for Blue''s pokeball, the big dog barks out a plume of almost black flames.

    I click the ball but leave it on my belt, "Stay hidden buddy."

    All of the Mightyena snarl and glare, I can see their eyes following something to the closest tree. Half of them surround the trunk as my Phantump appears on the lowest branch. Seems they can sniff out ghosts.

    A bark brings my focus back to the alpha just as it leaps at me, flames pouring from the massive canines.

    Wind gusts at my back as I roll to the side, a blur of black flies over me and slams the alpha away midair.

    My two crows land on my shoulders as I stand up, the stand off resumes. A few hounds watch from the corners while four guard the tree with Blue, the alpha begins to pace around me.

    "Bonnie, go get the big bat. Clyde, just help me keep them off us."

    Two from either side of me lunge forward, Clyde intercepts one with a wing attack while I kneel to catch the second by the throat. It''s claws rake my forearm as I throw it off to the side. Both retreat back to the sidelines. I swear the alpha smirks as blood runs down my arm.

    Gritting past the pain, "Blue give me the stick."

    Childlike laughter echoes in the clearing, a short branch lands at my feet.

    The Alpha and I both raise a brow and look at the little ghost in the tree who is miming throwing the stick and panting like a puppy.

    "Buddy¡­ we''re cutting back the cartoons. The Spear!"

    He rolls his little red eyes and taps his staff against the tree. A root breaks the ground in front of me, growing straight up. It lacks the usual speed, Blue is still tired from using a Z move.

    Unfortunately, Alpha doggo isn''t waiting, it dashes forward, a trail of black smoke from it''s maw. I position the root spire between us and kick it forward. The pole snaps at about five feet long, the alpha jukes to the side to avoid impaling itself.

    I mirror the movement and break off the remainder of the makeshift spear, leveling it at the hound.

    Frustrated, the alpha Mightyena starts barking out a series of ''Yena''s.

    "Alright, you want something?"

    Big dog huffs out a breath of smoke, it stops pacing and nods.

    Right, pokemon aren''t just animals, they''re intelligent¡­ which would make eating them awkward but I''m pretty sure its all fake meat, well some of it,

    "Yena!"

    "Right, sorry," I focus back on the pack of scary dogs, "Am I trespassing?"

    It growls, shaking to the negative and pawing forward.

    "I have something?"

    A small bark and a nod. Then it goes on a rant of snarls and growls and it''s lost me.

    Clyde lands back on my shoulder and squawks out, "Sawsbuck."

    "You want me to let the Sawsbuck go?"

    It nods, then growls as if to say ''Or else.''

    "You don''t like my Phantump?"

    Claws rake the dirt in impatience, it hasn''t forgotten I sent Bonnie off. I''m just over a mile out of town, with her top speed, gives me another minute before she gets back to the house. Assuming she can wake up that lazy bat, he''s even faster, add on tailwind, I just need a couple minutes¡­ hopefully.

    It growls and I hold up a hand, "Alright, let''s connect some dots."

    "You don''t like my Phantump, you want me to free the Sawsbuck, and if I remember correctly, yall should have moved on to Petalburg Woods by this time of year." I did notice a couple of the dogs were smaller, like recently grown from their puppy stage.

    A simple nod.

    "The Sawsbuck keep away the Trevenants don''t they." This is all the result of an invasive species¡­ Which is why Fire Fang here is in charge.

    Scowling I make a face as if actually considering the demand for a moment before dramatically sighing, "Well pal, change is coming. I won''t give up the deer," the Mightyena starts smoking at the mouth again as it growls, "Instead I''m going to take away all the Trevenants."

    I lower my pointy stick slightly, again pausing for effect to look at them all, gotta drag out every second here.

    "I''m moving all the ghost pokemon from the Petalburg Woods, to this peninsula¡­"

    A few of the dogs'' eyes go wide, some of the older ones snarl.

    "You''ll have your peaceful woods back, just raise the pups close to Petalburg. I know the Gymleader has a soft spot for your species."

    The Alpha''s eyes narrow, it nods¡­ but smirks showing off canines as it makes a display of looking at the whole pack and then back to me and taping a paw once.

    "You say that that''s fine but there''s still ten of you and one of me?"

    Between the upper branches I catch sight of a large shadow approaching.

    "Are you sure? I''m playing nice so far."

    Cracking it''s canine neck, the alpha tenses up, preparing to lunge for another attack.

    "Next time we meet, how about you do something useful like figure out where those trees came from to begin with?"

    It''s head ???ks to the side in confusion before a crashing of branches startles it to look back just in time to see the massive Golbat pluck it up and slam it back into the ground.

    "About time ya big lug! Common boys, we''re leaving."

    I return Blue to his ball while Bonnie and Clyde circle above as I hop on Shak''s back. The Mightyena growls and claws at my bat while pinned to the ground.

    "Let''s go!" the wings begin to pump to lift us up, he struggles slightly to gain air while still holding the dog, "Drop it, that''s not lunch!"

    Snorting in annoyance, Shak drops the Mightyena and we take off into the sky. Gliding from cloud cover to open trees, Shak does his best to avoid direct sunlight, but I can see it''s already bothering him less than when he first evolved into a Golbat.

    With me on his back, we can''t exactly break sound barriers to get back. After taking out an earpiece from my inner jacket pocket I hold pressure on the cut on my forearm. "Dexa, can Mightyena see ghosts?"

    A ping sounds in my ear, a mechanical female voice with a British accent, "Pokemon with the Odor Sleuth move can more easily track evasive opponents, even ghosts, to a degree that moves that would normally fail will instead be effective."

    Well that''s useful, I may need to have another round of ''Conversation'' with that pack. "Easy right, just convince a pack of sinister wolves to herd haunted trees." I should probably talk about this with Max next week.

    Bonnie and Clyde fly alongside us, Clyde looking at me as if I said something crazy.

    "Alright you two, we''re going to take this whole week off thing a little more seriously. We''ll be training¡­ getting every one caught up in strength¡­," a wave of dizziness almost sees me falling from my mount, "Holy shit I''ve lost a fair bit of blood eh?"

    Shak''s eyes hungrily glance back at the red oozing from my arm, "Lick it off your fur later bud cause you ain''t getting any direct from the source."

    The town comes into sight. Charming brick buildings, cedar shake roofs, the school and lab campuses, it''s a gorgeous town¡­

    A jolt snaps my eyes open as Shak, big lug that he is, does his best to gently release me from his claws onto the front lawn. "Wasn''t I riding you?"

    His eyes roll and he starts ???k?n? the blood soaked fur along his side. I can hear my crows frantically cawing at the front of the house.

    "Arceus. Kurt!?" My lovely fiance races into view over me, "Naomi get the bag from the entry closet! Ribombee, use Aromatherapy!"

    Naomi stutters, "Delphi, y-you too, Floral Healing!"

    Waves of soothing scents and a comforting warmth fill me with ease¡­

    ¡­

    I''m back in the library, standing, no, floating before the massive sands pouring from a galaxy of tiny lights filling the atrium.

    "Not yet brat, I made a bet with that arrogant space deer and I Don''t lose. Dammit Vivianne they don''t practice dragon slaying on that world anymore! ...Where in all the hells is Nyx, does it take a bloody human sacrifice to get a drink around here?!"

    ¡­

    My eyes open to the living room ceiling and the gentle scent of Lacy''s perfume.

    "About time you jerk. Can you not even go for a walk without coming back bleeding across half of town and my front lawn?!?"

    Her golden eyes have a redness that can only mean she''s spent a lot of time crying since I passed out. I reach up and pull aside her silky copper hair, "Whatever it takes to get a ??p pillow from my girl."

    There''s a hint of a smirk behind her scowl, "What were you thinking? Sending for your dumb bat when hitting the emergency bu??on on your phone would have alerted the gym to send a teleport? "

    "I''m Batman."

    A hard pinch to my side almost makes me leap up, but I just don''t have the strength. "Sorry, I honestly didn''t know about that."

    She whispers, "You need to know that if Naomi and her Florges weren''t there, nothing I could do would save you from that much blood loss."

    I glance at my right arm, the heavy feeling in it turns out to be a blood pack hanging from the coat hook that normally stands in the entryway.

    "That gonna be enough to get me on my feet?"

    Her hand grips my jaw, forcing me back to her tearing up eyes, "No! It''s not¡­ It''ll be two days before you can get up on your own. So no more leaving a trail of blood across the streets and rooftops of Rustboro. Janice ran over here screaming that she saw you fall off your Golbat''s back!"

    Lacy cradles my head tightly, "She''s not growing up without a father!"

    Shit.

    "I''m not going anywhere. I''m sorry."

    Not sure what else to say, I really scared her.

    "I''m not the only one you need to tell that to." She wipes her eyes, "Girls!" she calls towards the stairs up to the bedrooms, "He woke up!"

    I can hear the sound of b?r? feet racing across hardwood floors, then down steps.

    Naomi and Jane dash into the room.

    "Howdy girls, guess you''re still stuck with an old man teammate. Where''s the boy?"

    While the princess slumps to a chair in relief, Jane snorts, "He left a bit ago to pick up dinner for us all, he couldn''t sit still."

    "I''ll text him!" Naomi fumbles about her red hoodie, "I left my phone upstairs."

    "I got it," Jane sighs, "I told you he''s too wild to die from a dog scratch."

    Lacy practically growls, "That''s exactly the wrong idea to take from this! It''s a fact he technically did die, even if just for a couple of seconds, from that ''Scratch''!"

    Oh god did I get the Pulp Fiction treatment?! "Adrenaline?"

    Naomi visibly flinches at the word.

    It''s Jane that nods while Lacy continues to clutch my head like it might fly away if she let''s go. Cool, "So who stabbed me in the heart?"

    My ear gets pulled, "I did of course. Like I''d let a teen guess where to stick a needle like that."

    "How can you joke about something like that?" The young heiress mutters, "It was terrifying."

    Well, "Trust, faith, whatever you call it, I know I was in the best hands."

    The door bursts open, Citro nearly trips on his way into the room, tomato sized berries fly out of a bag leaving a red smear on the floor.

    "Adding more stains to the hardwood today eh?" I chuckle.

    ""Kurt!""

    "Alright I''ll stop joking about it," Looking across my teammates, "So, shall we hear the plan Naomi worked out for our next gym battle?"

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 Chapter 80 - Exposition Off road

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    A week of taking it easy, that was the good doctor''s orders. So here I am on this cloudy spring morning, in a lawn chair, watching my Golbat practice quickly picking up and throwing my nearly evolved Sandslash.

    "Put a bit more spin on it you two! Use the rotation to aim and lighten the recoil on the hit." Little Rusty is already about my waist in height and the scale in the Pokemon Center put him at nearly 80 lbs, so about as much as any house appliance. Imagine getting a dishwasher thrown at you from high speeds, that''s what we''re working on right now.

    Jane looks over from waxing her pony sized Scolipede''s fresh exoskeleton plates. "Are you ever going to use that in an actual battle?"

    Naomi snorts, "We could ask the same about half your team Jane."

    The big bug chitters in agreement and impatiently taps the ground.

    Our redhead pats the critter''s belly plates, "Don''t worry, today we''ll head for Petalburg, you and Marowak will have your big gym debut tomorrow."

    When registering for the Petalburg Gym the kids were given options for what type of battle they could challenge with. Jane and Naomi were able to pick another double battle under the stipulation they use new pokemon. Hence the girls spending some bonding time with their perhaps neglected pokemon.

    Naomi has her rather goose-like Swablu in her ??p, helping to preen the cloudy white feathers.

    Meanwhile, Citro was mandated to a more traditional 2v2 singles battle. He''s working with his Noibat and Salazzle, the current targets of my aerial cannonballing. "Come on Noibat, narrow that Whirlwind tighter! Send him way off course."

    Scratching my overdue scruff, "You kids thinking of names for those pokemon?"

    The boy kicks a mushroom poking out of the field grass, "I don''t think figuring out cool Names is something I''m any good at." Salazzle hisses at him, "Hey don''t worry, we''ll come up with something together!"

    While his pokemon seems appeased, Jane gets a light headbutt from her Scolipede.

    "I''m working on it! How about Ringo, ya know cause you got those purple rings?" The bug horse shakes his head to the negative, "Alright I''ll keep thinking about it."

    Naomi sighs into her work and smirks at seeing Swablu''s delicate feathers flutter, then looking at me, "You never told us what battle you signed up for Kurt."

    Chuckling, I pull out the badge case from my pocket, "I already have the badge from Petalburg, seems ya forgot."

    Her pout could make her fans riot. Being stuck around the house for a few days gave me plenty of time to putt around the internet, or Pokenet. This brat is stupid popular, like teen idol popular. Thankfully you''d never know just hangin out with her daily.

    She acts like any other young teen girl, fussing over her hair and on her phone too much. Though she does put in what you''d consider office hours. Essentially video calls, sponsorship meetings, interviews, fan Q&As and so on via her tablet.

    It also means she can''t slack off her remaining time not working with her pokemon. Her Swablu takes off making room for her Alolan Vulpix to hop up on her ??p for his grooming turn. He''s grown quite a fair bit in the last couple weeks, especially thanks to the Ice Stone on his collar.

    Again, one of the main criticisms I''ve seen online is how much of her team has their evolution speed increased by items you can pay for. But in her shoes, I would do the same thing. She Needs a powerful team, and she''s smart enough to figure her way around the drawbacks she''s currently facing.

    Her phone alarm goes off, she exhales a deep sigh, making the Vulpix fidget. "Time to get moving¡­ I should brush these two more often, it''s very relaxing."

    Citro returns his Pok¨¦mon to their balls, "You caught your Phantump in the woods we''re visiting, right Kurt?"

    "Yup, that''s why we are making sure to be done by sunset."

    The requirement for applying for a gym match in Petalburg, is a forestry outing. I got a pass based on timing but normally trainers need to go out for a long hike. We''ll be clearing dead trees and brush, as well as any trash, and looking out for any injured wild Pok¨¦mon. Fire safety and animal rescue basically.

    The Wattson family upgraded our jeep yesterday too. I''m actually a bit excited to drive what amounts to a Humvee. This one is black and red, armored, seats six comfortably, eight with some collapsing seats. And, it even has a snorkel. Does that actually matter? No. But Jane says I giggled like a little boy when I saw it.

    The Rhyperior All Terrain Vehicle, or RATV, although it feels ironic calling this thing the Rat.

    Jane leans up from the middle seats, "look at yourself, you''d think it was your birthday."

    "Well it feels like it." I swerve a bit just to grin wider at the smooth and responsive steering.

    "Alright," Lacy chides, "let''s keep it on the road for now. You can spin circles in the fields in winter¡­ when I''m not along for the delinquency."

    Naomi points at the big green house I saw the first time I was here, "That''s Champion Wally''s home!"

    "He seemed, nice? I guess polite would be the word¡­ actually, that bugger didn''t even acknowledge my presence now that I think about it!"

    That''s right, he only talked to May before his cousin with the horrible pasta pushed him along. They said she was a world''s gym leader, right?

    We pass the green house, spotting a Bulbasaur watering flower pots with a pale.

    Citro practically leaps from his seat, "Oh man, I used to dream of catching a Bulbasaur! Maybe I''ll catch my first Hoenn Pok¨¦mon today."

    "Oh," thinking about what I''ve seen in the woods, "I''m sure you''ll find an adorable Wurmple."

    Jane snorts but the boy just plops back to his seat, "You did mention it''s fairly sparse around here. Between the Trevenants and Mightyena, not much aside from bugs and smaller grass pokemon."

    Naomi flips her tablet around to show him something, "Mauville Park has nearly every species of electric Pok¨¦mon. From there we''ll head north to Lavaridge, the regions at the base of the mountain have all sorts of strong, rare Pok¨¦mon."

    "Here we are," I announce as we pull up to the gym warehouse. I spot a pair of olive haired, familiar faces and roll down the window as I stop the Ratv, "Well if it isn''t the moonlighting newly weds, nice to finally meet you fully clothed and in the sun."

    Mary practically buries her face in her khaki blouse, but Berke just laughs, "And you''re not being chased by a tree this time."

    Jane hops out of the car, "He''s got the rest of today to fix that."

    Berke shakes his head, "Nah, our local champ chased them angry stumps back a few miles last night. Another team triggered their rescue beacon on their way into town. Everyone''s out back, we were waiting on you guys."

    Lacy gives me a peck on the cheek, "I''m going to do a round of check ups here in town. Viv called me yesterday about a cough going around the kids."

    "I was wondering if you were planning on hiking with us."

    "Nope, just don''t come out of the woods claiming you took another arrow to the knee."

    Around the warehouse we''re led to a small garden courtyard where a familiar Camerupt is hitched to a large wagon. Courtney is petting it''s head while Max is placing something in a toolbox along the side of the wagon.

    Shuffling their feet off to the side are three of the Fallarbor Ronin team, looking pretty unenthused about today''s activity.

    "Howdy Max!" I give the man an annoyingly friendly slap on the back causing him to nearly stumble face first into the wagon.

    "Arceus Kurt!" He sighs, "let''s talk a minute." He speaks up to the rest, "we''ll head out in Five minutes. Make sure you''re ready, only bring what you can carry for three hours. Don''t forget water."

    Once the doors shut, "Let me guess, angry trees?"

    A nod, "Yup. The fourth Fallarbor kid is still in shock I guess. She hasn''t spoken all morning, flinches at every creaky floorboard."

    I glance at the old gym style wooden floor, "I won''t expect to see ''em here then."

    "That''s just the small issue," his tone stern, "You might not believe it, but even Trevenant don''t make a habit of seriously attacking Every passerby."

    Hey, my Blue is as fun loving as they come, "No I''m sure you''re right. You think those kids did something? Are none of them talking?"

    Max shakes his head, "They get super cagey when it comes up. I asked directly and you should have seen the pre-school play level acting."

    Right, "I was going to talk to you about a run-in I had with a Mightyena pack. They''re getting aggressive about losing anymore territory."

    "You''re thinking it''s all connected?" The gym leader leans against the wall with his eyes closed, "I grew up playing in these woods Kurt. If I got lost, I only had to shout for a Mightyena to come running to help me home. This is farmlands and rookie territory¡­"

    His grey eyes lock onto me, "Your girls are popular. Get the Fallarbor team to spill whatever they might know¡­ I''ve had it easy as gym leader for too long it seems."

    Look at this guy all serious, I remember the twerp from the show. I can''t help it, "Don''t worry I''ll make the brats talk."

    Max''s brows scrunch, "Uh, hold on."

    "No need to worry, I''ll have them begging for mercy in no time!" I start towards the door.

    "I think you miss understand something!" Panicking, he stumbles to stop me.

    Pushing it open loudly, "Just give me five minutes and you''ll know what their mom likes on her toast."

    We get just in earshot of the kids as Max nearly shouts, "What?! No Kurt! They''re just kids!"

    I turn back, "Twenty miles ain''t that bad!"

    "Excuse me?!" His glasses nearly fall off his face as he looks over my shoulder and sees the kids looking our way. Then he spots the dumb grin I can''t keep down.

    Realizing I''m messing with him, he just sighs, "No, we''re tight on time today with two teams. We''ll stick to the planned route."

    As he walks past me he mutters, "Asshole."

    "Dork." I chuckle, "That''s what you get for acting all dramatic."

    His steps pause, "It''s called sincerity, and responsibility, or being an ?du?t."

    "A dramatic one at least." I cut him off, "I''ll handle it Max. Just do your thing."

    I consider that I''m definitely in the wrong here as I walk over to the kids. But that''s on a personal level. Professionally, I think the gym leader needs to be the unassailable wall of the town. The defense line, where everyone rallies. Walls aren''t known for their emotions. He can save the melodrama for his wife.

    Naomi puts it to me while double checking her backpack, "What was that about?"

    "Just getting updated on the local gossip."

    She gives me that skeptic eyebrow raise.

    I lean in conspiratorially, "Wally''s cousin is a horrible cook, he spends half his salary on home delivery."

    Jane snorts while Watts just rolls her eyes.

    Citro mumbles, "I thought he was sickly? Doesn''t being champ pay a lot?"

    I almost tell him I''m only kidding¡­ but there''s no way anyone could survive if the rest of her food is that bad.

    "Delivery fees bud, he''s probably a generous tipper too."

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 Chapter 81 - Max of Petalburg

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    Sometimes, things don''t work out, and for the most part that''s okay, you move on, try another option. Other times¡­ I bet Naomi could ask this idiot, blonde boy for his bank account info and he''d help her log in. Also, I can tell his two teammates are looking a bit stressed by how much he''s talking.

    The darker haired boy from Fallarbor who was stressing about his injured girlfriend hops a branch on the path and speaks up, "Bruno, I don''t think Miss Wattson wants to hear about my Dad''s pokemon."

    "Whatever Sean, since when do you not brag about how strong your Dad''s Trevenant is?" Bruno keeps step with Naomi.

    She only had to ask the standard opener, ''what kind of pokemon team are you planning to build?''

    "Where was I?" Blonde boy scratches his head, "Right, similar to you Wattsons, every trainer family in Fallarbor has a specialty like Uncle''s Trevenant. My family trains Heracross and my girlfriend''s family trains Shiftry."

    Said girlfriend is looking conflicted between being a big fan of Naomi and pissed her boyfriend won''t shut up, "Bruno, it''s rude to keep talking and not let a girl get a word in."

    Naomi smiles at the girl just behind her on the trail before looking at Bruno with her biggest, ''cute girl'' eyes, "So is that what you guys were doing? Trying to catch a Trevenant?"

    He nods, ?h?st puffed and everything, "Well you can''t expect us to catch a Phantump, they take forever to evolve. Not to mention all the ones back home ran off ya know."

    ""Bruno!"" His teammates are in a panic.

    "What?" he looks back at me bringing up the rear of this little hike, "Right, sorry Mr. Kurt, I know your Phantump is pretty cool, no offense."

    I can''t help laughing, "Don''t worry kiddo, I think your friends meant something else however."

    As Naomi skips ahead to Jane and Courtney, satisfied with work easily done, I turn to the flabbergasted Max beside me, "Nice plan bud."

    He looks from Bruno to Citro, my other teammate who is diligently picking up an empty water bottle along the trail, you know, the work we came for. "I, don''t know what to think of kids anymore man."

    "How about as people with each their own flaws and bright points?" Geez, I''m not your father dude.

    I whistle to stop the not so quiet whispers of the bickering Fallarbor team, "Alright, aren''t you kids supposed to be working instead of chatting the day away?"

    Bruno''s Girlfriend continues to berate him in hushed tones as they all fan out from the trail.

    Max gets back in gym leader mode, "Keep spreading till you''re at the limit of seeing the person in line towards the trail. Don''t lose sight! Make sure you can hear the next person in line in case you find anything."

    "So are you going to call the Fallarbor gym?"

    He scowls, "You haven''t met Ourboro."

    I watch Jane load a bunch of dead branches onto the cart her Scolipede is pulling around. "Honestly, I know nothing about Fallarbor, other than I think someone mentioned they have a seasonal festival."

    Max rolls his eyes, "Pain in the ?ss those, no, I''m talking the Fallarbor Gym Leader. Ourboro is the first and only leader since they joined the league just over a decade ago. First couple years he was all about making a good impression, according to my father anyway. Now he''s never shutting up about doing things the old way, letting the Gym Leaders act like local lords. Minimizing League oversight."

    Well that''s a flag, "This doesn''t sound suspicious at all."

    "Well the older league members don''t mind the sentiment," he snorts, "You''d be surprised how much Roxanne can sound like a cranky grandma in meetings. The Devon and Wattson backed gyms are all the support Ourboro needs for his traditionalist views."

    Ah, money, "What about yourself?"

    Max quirks a brow, "Do I look like I know exactly what I''m doing Kurt? Shut up, that was rhetorical."

    I grin, "I didn''t say anything."

    "Nah, I''ll take all the help I can get. I''ll attend every stupid product review session and talk show if it keeps League money sponsoring the smaller towns here in the heartlands." His eyes track the wobbling wheel on the big wagon being pulled by Camerupt.

    "Is it all bad?" If I''m joining the gym leader club I need to know what I''m getting into.

    He sighs, "Of Course not, I get fun tips from other gym leaders like Cheren in Unova and Milo in Galar. Viola of Kalos trades recipes with my wife. And if the bugs over breed in summer, Flannery has always been right there to send some fire trainers down the road¡­"

    Personal connections, the support network, I get what he''s saying. "Small town stuff eh. Keeping clear of politics."

    Courtney chimes in from beside her pokemon, "When big waves loom¡­ they don''t call Max of Petalburg."

    "Gee, thanks." Max taps the pokeballs on his belt, "You know, I did earn my leadership, I got the points, the placements. Solved the problems."

    She counters, "Problems for fields, Tauros heards¡­ You need me for bugs."

    "Can''t solve everything with a Slaking punch," He glances my way, "My dad says that. He told me that he knew his job, pound lessons into young trainers."

    I nod, "Well it''s definitely important."

    This brat rolls his eyes, before taking another view along our kid trainers. He doesn''t need to worry too much, any wild pokemon can smell Camerupt coming from way off.

    Courtney looks back at me and nods towards Max.

    "No seriously Max," I point at the Fallarbor brats, "Say those punks don''t learn or don''t get rescued. Year after year more brats piss off the wild pokemon, next thing you know Arceus sends punishment."

    I catch ankle monitor girl shivering a bit. Someone from a Villain team would definitely know what I''m talking about.

    "You and the other small town gym leaders are what keeps the peace. The big cities cause as many problems as they solve and they don''t have time to actually teach the brats anything."

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    *Slam!*

    A Heracross hitting the turf sends grass and dirt everywhere.

    Some locals cheer for their Gym Leader, "Munchy! Munchy! Munchy!"

    Or maybe just the Snorlax he''s borrowing from his sister. The point is, Belly Drum Snorlax can punch through a brick wall, let alone Bruno''s Heracross.

    Blonde boy looks at his Zangoose, "Don''t just stand there!"

    The white pokemon practically growls at his trainer and just sits in place. He''s taken enough punches for the last five minutes.

    "The challenger''s pokemon are unwilling to battle, Munchy wins!"

    Max glares at Mary the referee, "You know I''ve been training him longer than May by now."

    Mary just sticks out her tongue.

    Bruno stomps up to his Zangoose after returning his unconscious Heracross, "What''s the deal!"

    Max steps in, "You fought like an idiot, your pokemon got tired of paying for it. You can''t sign up for a Boss Encounter style gym battle and not have any plan past ''run in there and punch it.'' If you don''t learn to respect pokemon and use your head then you won''t last as a trainer. You''re forbidden from rechallenge for a month."

    "Next Challenger, Sean from Fallarbor, has also elected for a Boss Encounter."

    I''ll admit I''m a little excited, Max told me he would humble the brats a bit.

    Jane beside me is still pumped about the last match, "Did you see that! Snorlax just waved an arm and they kept getting sent flying!"

    Naomi rolls her eyes, "Well, when they just run up from the front one at a time it''s not exactly a feat of agility to smack them down."

    Citro leans forward, "What would you have done?"

    She bites her nail, "My Swablu could have kept him busy while my Florges could have put him to sleep."

    "Lame," Jane objects, "But ya that would probably work."

    Max returns to the leader platform at what feels like a soccer field. It was a nice evening so they elected to hold the battles outside. Honestly I like the neighborhood, little league game, feel of it.

    He pulls out a pearlescent, olive green ball, "Flygon, you''re up!"

    A shiny, greenish blue, dragonfly the size of a baby giraffe appears.

    The locals cheer again, "Go Zippy Go! Go Zippy Go!"

    Sean, takes out two pokeballs, "We got this. Go swat it down!"

    A Scyther and a¡­ goblin?

    "The hell," checking my dex app, "Morgrem, Dark/Fairy, this says they''re from Galar?"

    "Battle Start!"

    The goblin thing even hops on Scyther''s back and cackles as they charge into the sky.

    Both sides exchange in side swiping aerial attacks in a hair raising display of speed. Scyther does everything it can to get a clean angle with no success, instead it goes for the sacrifice play and takes a big hit in order to latch onto Flygon.

    Morgrem leaps onto the Flygon''s back! Scyther plummets from the sky.

    Naomi gasps as the crowd boos, "That''s it, Flygon is in trouble."

    Max scowls as the goblin starts to terrorize his prized dragon, "Its too arrogant to think typing is everything. Feint with Bug Buzz and Metal Sound with BoomBurst then U-turn."

    "The hell is all that?"

    Jane squeals, "Max''s UltraSonic!"

    The sound of a high powered bandsaw fills the air, getting so high pitched and loud it''s actually painful. I lose sight of Flygon while wincing.

    Suddenly a streak of teal flares straight down from the sky like a falling star, the air vibrates with a break in the sound barrier. The green comet stops just before hitting the ground, a small pink body keeps going however. Morgrem hits the dirt, dead if I was to guess.

    Sean is stunned in place.

    "Both challenger''s pokemon are unable to battle Zippy wins."

    An emergency crew rushes to the field and carefully place the still breathing goblin pokemon into a special pod.

    "That didn''t seem terribly fair."

    Naomi glances my way, "No one told the dummy to sacrifice one of his pokemon just to carry the other around. Scyther could have kept trading hits longer, Morgrem have ranged dark attacks. He bet everything on type advantage and a single tactic when obviously Flygon can do more than just ''Dragon'' things."

    Flygon does a slow pass over the crowd as the locals, and the girls, chant, "Zippy! Zippy! Zippy!"

    Max''s pokemon are more popular than him.

    Berke takes up the ref spot, "Trainer Hanna has declined the match. Up next is Jane of Larousse City!"

    Jane spits out her drink and coughs, the whole thing caught on live camera of course.

    I pat her back, "Go get ''em sport."

    She looks at me with murder in her eyes.

    Citro hands her a napkin before she heads down the stands.

    Once on the field, Max smiles before sending out a Raticate. The cheers are noticeably less enthusiastic.

    Jane sends out her Scolipede.

    Naomi mutters, "Jane is in big trouble if she doesn''t take this rat down with her bug."

    "Battle Start!"

    The dog sized rat screeches and charges forward. Max calls, "Quick Attack into Metal Claw!"

    Jane flinches from the noise just as bad as her bug pony, she realizes it''s too late to dodge, "Iron defense!"

    Raticate smashes against the curled up bug''s exoskeleton and begins to furiously claw away.

    "Spikes!" Jane commands, I can hear a trace of worry in her voice.

    Dozens of quills jut out from Scolipede''s shell, each dripping with poison, and more than a few clearly stabbed into the rat''s fur.

    Max gives a cold order, "Don''t let off yet, Super Fang."

    Jane won''t let it, "No, Rollout!"

    "Pursuit!"

    Like a purple truck tire out of control, Scolopede takes off around the field leaving poison barbs in its wake, all the while Raticate dodges what it can and makes glancing claw swipes.

    Naomi yells, "Come on Jane, don''t let this keep up!"

    Citro asks, "Won''t the poison do it''s work?"

    "Raticate are very sturdy actually, it''ll outlast Scolipede at this rate."

    Well shit, "Come on Jane!"

    Just as the rat closes in again to slice at Scolipede, "Now, Poison Tail!"

    The pill bug uncurls and smacks the shit out of Raticate right in the face, sending the poor guy cartwheeling across the lawn.

    "Follow up with Take Down!"

    Max calls out, "Crunch!"

    Both pokemon wrestle about for a moment, biting, clawing, then separate and collapse to the lawn.

    "They look pretty beat up."

    The words b?r?ly leave me when Raticate falls unconscious.

    Max lifts his pokeball, "Good work buddy."

    Jane grimaces and returns her Scolipede as well.

    She gets a nod from the gym leader as he takes out his next pokeball.

    A strange, almost wooden bird like pokemon takes the field. A Shiftry. Jane calls out her Alolan Marowak.

    Folks yell out, "Go Jane!" "You can do it girl!" "Don''t let Max bully you!" "Kick his ?ss."

    Was that last one Courtney?!

    The crowd is fired up. I hope Marowak is too.

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 Chapter 82 - Petalburg Gym

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    "Will-o-Wisp!"

    "Whirlwind!"

    Marowak manifests ghostly fireballs to barrage the enemy Shiftry only to have them battered away by powerful gusts being created by the leafy fans on the grass pokemon''s arms.

    Naomi shouts, "Close the distance Jane!"

    Not like she hadn''t figured that out herself, "Bone Rush and Flame Wheel!"

    "Leaf Tornado then Hone Claws." Max''s voice has a steady confidence.

    Both pokemon begin what looks an awful lot like a dance off. Shiftry spins it''s fans sending vortexes of grass and leaves flying across the field while Marowak does her best to charge in while spinning her flaming bone club to deflect all of the leafage.

    Just as Marowak gets close, Max calls out, "Sucker punch."

    A final lash of green hides the wicked uppercut that finds Marowak caught out.

    Jane growls, "Headbutt!"

    Marowak grabs Shiftry by it''s pointy nose and slams her skull-covered head into the opponent.

    Shiftry staggers, Jane and Marowak take the chance, "Fire Punch!"

    Dark emerald fire smashes against the tengu pokemon.

    Max barks out, "Payback!"

    Rolling with the punch, a brutal cartwheel kick smashes into the side of Marowak''s head.

    The gym leader follows up, "Leaf Blade!"

    "Jump back, Flame Thrower!"

    "Leaf Tornado!"

    Marowak jumps back and sends out a gout of fire only to have it blasted back in her face by a fast reaction from Shiftry.

    Jane sounds a little worried, "Endure!"

    "Finish it with Grassy Glide!"

    As Shiftry dashes in for the final blow, Jane shouts, "Inferno Overdrive!"

    Jane''s pokemon roars and an eruption of green flames spiral out from Marowak in every direction!

    The crowd gasps at another Z move on display.

    As the red lights return the pokemon, Max scowls, "Was that necessary? Your pokemon will take at least a week to recover."

    Jane nods, "My pokemon and I are here to dominate. Now what''s next?"

    He sighs, "Next¡­ I''m sorry."

    With a flash, a great white condor appears over the field, sharp feathered, and sharper beak. Easily close to an eight foot wingspan, not as big as my Golbat, but definitely not something I wanna stare down. Honestly, I think it looks way badass.

    Citro asks what we''re all wondering, "What is that?"

    My Fiance actually knows, "Norman''s shiny Fearow."

    Ah shit.

    Sure enough, Jane is nearly frozen in place, glaring at the bird hovering over the field.

    She reaches for one ball on her belt, snorts a laugh, and grabs a different one instead.

    Naomi sputters out, "Why didn''t she use her Aerodactyl?!"

    Easy, "No way Ares is ready to battle a full grown Fearow."

    Max calls his first command, "Swords Dance."

    Jane just smiles, "Taunt."

    The whole audience is treated to a land croc turning tail and shaking his ?ss towards the sky.

    Sure enough, the prideful Fearow opts to dive attack this insulting lizard rather than listen to Max.

    "Shit," Max just isn''t Norman, "At least use Steel Wing you arrogant prick!"

    The large bird''s wings catch the sunlight as it makes it''s low drive to side swipe Crooky.

    "Foul Play!"

    Even up to the last second Crooky didn''t stand back up but instead his tail smashes like a baseball bat against the bird''s skull causing it to crash into the scorched field.

    A grounded bird is easy prey.

    "Crooky, Stomping Tantrum."

    The big lizard pounces and you can see Jane relax with every brutal blow her Krokorok delivers. He doesn''t need to be told to make sure the big bird doesn''t get loose.

    Max decides both Fearow and himself have been embarrassed enough. The red flash signals a rapid victory for Jane in the final battle of her Petalburg gym challenge.

    Again, the audience seems a bit thrown off by the sheer violence Jane''s team puts on display.

    Naomi snorts, "Just because Norman was always such a white knight these people forget some trainers and pokemon don''t mind getting a little bloody."

    I just sigh, "As if you''d let blood on your outfit."

    Miss Princess sticks out her tongue, "That''s why we have such a balanced team."

    We missed whatever conversation happened on the field but Jane is walking back to the stands with Max''s badge in hand as the announcer sounds the next match.

    "Up next we have Citro from Alola! He''ll be challenging in a 2v2 singles match."

    "Go get him bud!" I pat the green haired boy on the shoulder as he climbs down the bleachers. He nearly stumbles, we''ve still got some work to do with his back bone.

    Jane plops back into her seat, and to my surprise she let''s Crooky back out of his ball. The big lizard takes up the seat beside her and rests his head in her ??p. I can see him ???k?n? Fearow''s blood from his lips while Jane gently strokes his back.

    "All good kiddo?" I ask.

    Blowing out a long breath, "Ya, I guess. Max said he had instructions to use the stupid bird from the league. He apologized like four times. Said they wanted to make sure my mental was solid."

    Lacy rolls her eyes, "Well I can only guess how beating it to a bloody joke will reflect in your file. Arrogant pricks."

    Naomi looks up from her tablet, "Norman''s Fearow is rumored to know a bunch of psychic moves, you totally countered it."

    Jane just smirks and continues to cool her head by petting her starter pokemon, the brute looks ready to doze off in bliss.

    Back on the field Max calls out one of his many Vigoroths which Citro replies with his Salazzle. The agile poisonous lizard has no problem dodging the angry sloth thing and in no time Max''s pokemon passes out due to the poisonous gas left in Salazzle''s wake.

    It''s practically anticlimactic seeing a lower level battle like this after the previous battle. Max uses a Swellow next, while fast enough to catch Salazzle, it still gets heavily poisoned.

    Citro''s Niobat is able to evade and confuse Swellow long enough for the poison to sap the bird''s strength till it can no longer fly. A red flash catches the bird before it hits the ground and the audience cheers a much more straightforward win. Citro wins his second badge almost as fast as his first.

    He''s all smiles when he returns to the stands and high fives Naomi who stands at the announcer''s call.

    "Last we have Miss Wattson of Mauville! With a 2v2 Doubles Battle!"

    The crowd all cheer their loudest yet as the sun begins to set on the field.

    Max calls out a familiar Breloom and a horrifyingly large cicada, Ninjask.

    The gym leader kicks off the battle, "Stun spore and Quick Attack with Metal Claw."

    Naomi Counters, "Powder Snow and Hurricane!"

    Her growing boy Vulpix, nearly a Ninetails, howls up a snow flurry like breath on a cold day. The effect is rapidly amplified by the powerful yet smooth wing beats of Swablu who is similarly almost done evolving to Altaria.

    Ninjask struggles to reach across the field to deliver it''s attacks to the challenger''s pokemon. Breloom''s spores get blown back on itself if anything.

    Max tries to rectify his mistake of underestimating Naomi, "Breloom lead the charge, Ninjask follow her."

    Watts doesn''t let her advantage slip, "Icy wind, Misty Terrain!"

    Max''s pokemon nearly get lost in the now super centralized blizzard.

    To make Max''s day even worse, Naomi puts the nail in the coffin, "Disarming Voice and Sing."

    A soft birdsong whispers through the freezing mist. Cold, confused, and finally unconscious, Max''s pokemon never made it across the field.

    "The Gym Leader''s pokemon are unable to battle, Naomi wins!"

    She used exactly what she hinted at before, she put them to sleep after stalling their attack.

    Jane put away her croc at some point, "I''m sure she''ll get some flack on the socials for this one. Sleep wins are never popular, even banned in tournaments."

    "But it''s clearly allowed for gyms?"

    We start getting out of the stands as she explains, "Well the town gyms are half education and survival tests. Not solely about competition."

    We find Naomi doing a post match clip for Gabby.

    "Well I felt this was a nice way of responding to the League''s little ''Hard Mode'' season. If they want to make things difficult for me I can do just the same in return. As such I will state now that this evening''s Fearow appearance was more than insulting. For the league to intentionally trigger a trainer''s personal traumas is absolutely horrible. If not for my teammate''s insistence on just moving on I would absolutely be recommending a lawyer. Of Course I don''t blame Gym Leader Max, it''s no secret how the old guard treats small town gyms let alone younger gym leaders."

    Gabby notes something on her own tablet, "The night''s drama aside, how did you feel about the matches?"

    "Gym Leader Max definitely took the Fallarbor team to task, both for their arrogance and poor trainer habits. The crowd was happy to see some favorites of the past year''s tournament scene. Jane''s battle was really exciting and close up till the arrogant bird. Citro''s was more of the usual fare for the first couple badges, he''s put in a lot of time with his team so I''m not surprised it went smoothly. For my battle, politics aside, I want to remind my fans not to look down on bug types. It may have looked simple on camera but it took everything my pokemon could give to stall Ninjask. They are incredibly dangerous in the wild so take care."

    Glancing around at some of the locals also listening to the exchange, I get the impression most folks agree. Some laughed or scowled at the mention of the Ronin, smiles at the reminder of Max''s Flygon, earnest nods in agreement towards the Ninjask warning.

    As Gabby and Naomi stop the interview and compare notes I overhear a couple of younger teens.

    "What about that Salazzle?! I hope I can get one for my rookie year!"

    "Oh ya? You''ll have to catch something good to trade. I still wanna be like Max and build a whole team from heartland pokemon!"

    "But did you see that Marowak?!"

    "Move to Lavaridge already, fire dork. Or are you too busy crushing on that Courtney lady at the Center?"

    "Shut up! She''s right over there. Do you think she''d show me her Camerupt?"

    I chuckle and gather up the team, "Ready to hit the center then head back home?"

    Jane snorts, "This is so weird, all the girls in Juvi complained about hiking for weeks from town to town their rookie year."

    "Yes, traditions, charming." Naomi rolls her eyes, "No time for that Blitzle crap, I''m starving."

    In the pokemon center I b?r?ly glimpse a man with white hair yelling ''You idiots!'' at the Ronin team over the video phone before they flick it off speaker in a panic and close ranks over the screen.

    If this comes across as any more comic book villain level suspicious, I might as well call The Pike now and tell her to head for Fallarbor. Maybe a text will do, ''Hey super cop, Ourboro looking real sus.'' or something.

    Lacy pokes my side, "What are you chuckling about?"

    "Dumb kids," Leading the way to the cafeteria for a to go menu, "Speaking of, did you get the sick kids sorted?"

    Lacy laughs a bit herself, "More dumb kids, playing too rough with the young Shroomish at the green house and not telling their mom they got hit with poison powder."

    Seems most of the local trainer''s headed here after the match. Like a small diner filled to capacity as trainers young and old chat about the matches and show clips from the broadcast of their favorite parts. Most folks are dressed like they came to the match straight from work in the green houses or the farm fields east of town.

    Some girls are gushing over Naomi''s Vulpix and Swablu. One farmer is bragging to his friends that his Ursaring wrestled a Snorlax once. A little boy with a Rattata stealing fries from his plate has stars in his eyes watching the first part of Jane''s battle over again.

    "Now why''re you grinning?"

    I glance at the stunning woman who agreed to marry me, "Eh, reasons."

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