Hard Enough - Pokemon SI

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as for what she did, im inclined to Dam destruction, it can cause a lot of casualties and its something she would be incredible at as a water trainer
She was also said to have been a scout (and presumably a pretty good one considering she survived) during the war. This means that she can be incredibly stealthy when she wants to be and (presumably because she managed to survive) can dish out some serious punishment if needs be.
 
1. what ever happened to team rocket, Jesse, James and meowth they worked very much under the boss, if madame domino is the new boss are they still following ash and the gang?
Jessie, James, and Meowth were ordered by Giovanni to lay low indefinitely after the initial raids on Team Rocket so they seem to have given up their goal of stealing Pikachu. They might have been under the impression that they were just earning money through legal means while waiting for orders from their boss but with his arrest they'll have to seriously consider career changes. Brock already put Jessie on a path to becoming a competitive battler and James would probably be good at contests since he is the one that designs all of their disguises and is the more theatrical of the two (they always failed at it in the anime because Jessie was the one entering the contests). Their personal loyalty to Giovanni makes it extremely unlikely for them to rejoin Team Rocket under the new leadership.
 
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Brock already put Jessie on a path to becoming a competitive battler and James would probably be good at contests since he is the one that designs all of their disguises and is the more theatrical of the two (they always failed at it in the anime because Jessie was the one entering the contests).

Jessie did decently at the contests and there's actually an episode in Sinnoh were she get's ill so she makes James disguise himself as her coordinator disguise pretty sure she ends up mad because of how well he did and how well liked he was by the crowd.
 
Jessie did decently at the contests and there's actually an episode in Sinnoh were she get's ill so she makes James disguise himself as her coordinator disguise pretty sure she ends up mad because of how well he did and how well liked he was by the crowd.
I forgot about that one time James filled in for her in a contest, but I'll have to disagree about Jessie. If I remember correctly she always just put way too much makeup on her pokemon and often applied it to them as though they were human women. The contest judges must have felt sorry for her or were too polite to say how bad it looked because half the time Jessie's pokemon ended up looking like comical cosplays of Jynx.
 
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Chapter 183 - Interlude - From different eyes
Empress stared at the crowd of people.

She'd never seen so many people all at once in one place.

She'd watched the television that Brock had set up, but that was different, the people didn't have the scents, the feel, the noise of the crowd.

She'd even observed the Gym entrance from atop the plateau and seen people coming and going, but never in such numbers.

The tribe had been only a few hundred and while they had been larger than her they'd never clustered around her or the girl when she'd been a part of them. They'd been present in her life but not loud towards her.

Never loud towards her. Always careful, quiet and respectful.

If the occasion had called for it they would celebrate around a fire loudly, but that was different.

The applause reminded her a little of that with how much emotion was being shown.

But it was different.

They were cheering for her. Such acts had only been given to her by her fellow pokemon at the Gym, Brock when she'd demonstrated her Hyper Beam, Terra… and the girl.

The girl had praised her a lot for tiny things in truth, but it had meant everything to her back then.

Now? She wasn't sure what to make of a crowd of strangers shouting for her and Brock. She glanced back to see the podiums had lowered and Brock and the masked individual had shaken their hands.

The masked man had reminded her of some of the old wise men with his style of dress. They liked using the feathers from powerful Fearow, that the tribe had hunted down for meals for their outfits. He'd looked very similar.

The girl had only ever interacted with the wise men once, to present Empress to them just after she'd hatched.

From there Empress could scarcely recall seeing them around the tribe. She'd seen the old woman more, but then that had everything to do with the girl and the old woman being kin.

The old woman had good stories about how things had come to be.

The pokemon she lived with now said Brock filled much the same role for his own family, without the feathery outfit.

He told them stories of how Legendary pokemon acted within and upon the world around them. He told them stories of how to be good, earnest youths. How to navigate the land. How to secure food. How to judge bad men and women. All of this in the form of stories if you were wise enough to sit and listen, which the children were.

It was good to be part of a small tribe once again, even if things were different now.

The pop of pokeballs announced more Pokemon joining her and Empress blinked when the two youngest pokemon on Brock's Elite team were released.

Link and Gawain both blinked uncertainly only to perk up when they noticed the battlefield they stood upon.

Gawain slumped when he noticed that the fight was over. "Ah, I wasn't picked for this fight." The Kleavor glanced over at Brock who smiled encouragingly.

"You three are currently the most popular pokemon that people want to see, can you do a slow circuit around the stands? Let people take photos and just look cool?"

Empress blinked, she had no idea how to do that.

A subtle glance towards Gawain showed that he was also floundering and unsure. Link was nodding.

"Ah! Of course! I'm the newest pokemon and Gawain is the new evolution! Empress is the new powerhouse!" he said with a rub of his chin. He turned towards Empress. "I'll be in your care! If you can stand tall I'll feel much more assured!" he said earnestly.

Empress stared at the little pink pokemon. He was honest and straightforward in everything that he did. Whether that be training or rest, Link was always eager to have a go and push himself. Now, when none of them had a clue what to do, he was more than happy to simply stand around and follow her lead.

She shifted nervously, was that all she had to do? Walk a loop and stand around? Or did they want more?

For her to growl?

Or perhaps use a Hyper Beam again?

Brock looked from Gawain, to her, and then paused on Link who was bouncing excitedly. "Ah, on second thought." he released Titan and her son appeared with a shake of his head.

Her son smiled easily. "Hmmm? Ah, excellent fight mother, I was able to witness most of it, excellent showing."

Empress merely grunted and waved a claw towards Brock. "He wants us to pose for the…" she waved a claw towards the people that had crowded around the edges of the stands looking down into the field.

Titan chuckled. "It's not meant to be a chore or anything. This is just to show ourselves off. The people that come want to see Brock and us. We are sort of…" Titan scratched his chin in thought, his eyes darting between the three pokemon watching him.

Titan opened his mouth, only to shut it as he continued to think on what to say. A moment later he perked up.

Titan raised a claw. "Brock said that us walking among the people that come to watch the matches helps to reassure them. We are strong but not feral. We are like champions representing him and the other pokemon in our team. We are protectors of peace," he said.

Gawain vibrated in place. "I love it! He should have mentioned that when he called me out in the past!"

"Yah! He should have! I like it!" Link vibrated in place, his head bobbing up and down.

Empress snorted. She shot Brock a look. He'd tried to pair her up with the two youngsters for their enthusiasm, hadn't he? Only they hadn't known how to act on their own. She shot her son a respectful nod. He was good at what he did.

Still, what he'd said made sense to her. So she strode to the edge of the stands and stared at the suddenly quiet crowd. The scent of fear wafted towards her and it took all she could not to snort in derision.

It would be too much for these beings.

Funny, that a child had more bravery in him than a host of other humans.

To this date, no other human had approached her as fearlessly as Brock had.

Empress looked away from the crowd and watched Brock inhale once before stepping towards a crowd of loud people with flashing equipment and small soft sticks. Bertha had told her what these were but she hadn't much cared for them then. Now she found herself wanting to know more.

She turned back and nodded to the section of the crowd that she'd loomed over before stalking to another section where she loomed tall causing another burst of silence in front of her.

She huffed and once again felt the wave of fear grow.

She held, eyeing various people before her again before stepping away disappointed in them. She was about to stalk over to Brock and demand he return her to her ball when she overheard the people she'd just left talking.

"She was so regal!" "So powerful!" "Oh Wow! I think I get it, she's just on another level isn't she?" "It was so cool getting to see her up close like that!" "I almost peed myself!" "Me too!"

Empress tilted her head. What was going on?

"They're bonding over the shared experience," said Titan as she moved up next to her. "They're not used to pokemon like yourself. Some pokemon exude a certain level of strength," he said.

"I know this!" hissed Empress, chastising her son. You didn't rule a mountain without knowing about the aura that strong pokemon exuded.

Titan nodded. "Yes, but most humans aren't used to experiencing it, facing down you causing them a thrill as their bodies war with their emotions. Brock calls it their conscious mind with flight or fight responses," he said with a thoughtful rub of his chin.

Empress sniffed, unsure what to make of it. "They like it?"

Titan shrugged. "Some people do," he said. "That said, you can reduce it," he said.

"How?" asked Empress.

Titan smirked and nudged her to the side, causing her to turn her head and notice her daughter in the hands of Brock's sibling.

"Mum! Mum! Mum! Oh wow mum, you were so cool! Will I be able to do that? When can I do that? Oh! Can you see me! Hiiiiiii!" Terra waved her stubby little arms frantically to be seen even as she shouted for all her worth.

Empress felt herself soften at the sight and a smile began to stretch her facial scales.

"Yeah, just like that," murmured her son from behind her. "Go say hello," he said.

This time the people around Empress didn't smell of fear. More of them took pictures and if anything, more of them praised her for various body features she had.

"Look at her scars!" "She's taller than Titan?" "Thinner too, think that factors into her strength?" "She's got a sheen to her scales doesn't she?"

Empress smirked, as she saw Titan straighten up and pat his body.

Empress, channeling this new 'soft' feeling, approached other groups and eventually linked up with Link and Gawain to inspect people in the crowd. For the most part, Empress loomed in the back while Gawain and Link flexed and waved at people drawing more positive responses while her own presence caused a silent awe.

When they had finished a lap around the stadium, the four pokemon found themselves behind Brock. The cameras turned towards them and Empress found her 'soft' feeling vanishing in the wake of the annoying lights. She growled and a silence swept over the people.

The men and women all shot each other looks before packing up their gear. 'I think we got enough!" shouted one before they darted over to the other man who was being harassed by people like them.

Brock chuckled and glanced up at the three 'new pokemon' "How'd you go? Have fun?" he asked.

"It was great!" shouted Gawain.

"I feel like I achieved a lot! I think the people will feel a lot safer now!" said Link happily.

Brock chuckled at their responses before his eyes paused on her.

She sniffed but nodded her head slightly. It had been interesting, and rather fun to spend time with Gawain and Link. Brock grinned. "Alright, well let's get the others healed up, and go have some ice cream!"

Titan was suddenly at her side and looked attentive causing her to blink and glance at where he had been. Had he used his Giga Impact to get over here?

She shook the thought off as ridiculous and walked with Brock through the crowds of people to a trio of females who all had similar scents and faces. There was a clinical, clean smell to them that stung at her nostrils, and when empress leaned in to inspect the 'Nurse Joys' a Chansey appeared before her.

"Hey! No hassling the healers! Don't you know anything?" said the pink ball waspishly.

Empress narrowed her eyes and snorted. "Whatever, I was just seeing why they smelt strange. They are all practically the same scent."

The Chansey stiffened before growling. "Don't ask those questions!" she barked.

She then scooped up the pokeballs that the Nurse had finished handling for Brock before shoving them into Brock's hands. "Now get out of here! We don't like your kind around here!" snapped the pink fluffball.

Brock palmed the balls and shot Empress and Chansey a confused look. "Bad interaction?" he said casually to Nurse Joy.

The woman shrugged her shoulders. "Must be, sometimes pokemon just don't like each other on sight for some reason," she said.

Brock patted Empress on the flank. "Hey, leave it. I don't want you brawling with a Chansey. They might seem weak but they can be nightmares cause they'll take a hit, heal up and then come at you again and again. They're monsters for endurance battles," he said as they walked away.

Empress gave Chansey another look and had to conclude that Brock might just be correct. It was a hidden powerhouse. Not that it would be enough to threaten her. If that puffball tried anything she'd flatten it.

She turned her head away, interested in experiencing this ice cream. She'd noticed how her son's tail had wagged slightly at the mere mention earlier.

Yolanda and Terra joined them and as they moved into the city a cold sweet smell wafted on the breeze making Empress, Titan, Terra, Gawain, and Link all perk up. Titan licked his lips in excitement and Empress felt herself speed up a little.

Brock noticed. "Ah? You can smell it? Yeah we're close," he said, waving a hand in the direction they were walking.

When they reached the 'ice cream shop' Empress found that it was an open table with a glass display that allowed her and other larger pokemon to walk up and survey the selection of iced creams.

She stepped to the front, pushing aside the weaker pokemon and looming over the human at the front.

People started to protest only for their words to die as Empress shot them an imperious look.

Brock coughed. "Sorry, everyone! My treat to make up for this! She's never had ice cream before!"

That seemed to mollify some people and Brock joined her with a shake of his head. "Should have realised you were going to do that." He glanced towards Link who had his face pushed up against the glass mesmerised with what was within.

Empress snorted, dismissing the others before looking at the sweating attendant.

"H-hello maam! What flavour will you be wanting today? We have Sweet, Sour, Bitter, Dry, and Spicy!" said, the pimply faced human.

Empress narrowed her eyes and looked towards Titan. "I like Sweet and Sour!" he said pointing at two tubs, one yellow and one pink.

Empress pointed sternly and the clerk quickly assembled two scoops and presented them to her. Empress leaned down, her nostrils flaring as she inspected the offering before taking it into her mouth.

An explosion of flavours occurred in her mouth and she swallowed before she could control herself.

She found the taste lingering and without meaning to, her tail began to sweep from side to side, knocking Link and Gawain off their feet and batting them to the side.

They cried out in surprise before laughing as they got over their shock."Is it really that good?" asked Link as he hopped from foot to foot, dodging her tail nimbly.

Empress cringed. That was embarrassing, she was not some Larvitar! She was a Tyranitar! She'd ruled a mountain!

Brock patted her on the side. "You liked it girl?" he said.

She nodded, still feeling shame at her lack of control.

Brock grinned. "I'll take ten premade tubs of the mix and match and three of sweet and sour!" he told the attendant, causing Empress to perk up as much larger portions of ice cream were presented to Brock.

He shot her a grin and a wink as he packed them away. "We'll get back to the hotel and share them out with the team, along with some for later. But you can have another double scoop for the road if you'd like?"

Empress found herself perking up, her tail shifting slowly back and forth as she found herself looking forward to this new experience. She rather liked this ice cream. She pointed to another two, this one a blue and the other a green before she tasted them. She found her mouth drying out even as a bitter taste took over.

She found she rather enjoyed it.

Later, when she was enjoying another double-stacked cone of ice cream with the other Elite pokemon, she listened attentively as Bertha spoke of other delicacies they'd gotten to try on Brock's Journey.

Empress licked her lips and claws clean of what remained of her fifth helping of the treat. She turned towards Betha. "What other sorts of treats did you get to try?" she asked.

Bertha perked up. "Oh there are these things called Lava cakes that are just amazing!" said Bertha, as she began to loudly proclaim all the different tastes in foods she'd experienced on the Journey.

For the first time ever, she found herself oddly envious of her son and daughter. They'd gotten to, or would get to go on a Journey, where they'd taste and see new things.

Maybe she'd have to find a way to travel with Brock more?

Or at least get included when he brought around good food.

The pizza and ice cream had certainly been nice.



Humphrey sat in a dim room watching his mentor on the television as he handled a wave of questions from reporters with an ease that was enviable.

For a moment Humphrey considered heading to Celadon itself but then shook his head. He didn't want to become too dependent on Brock. The sponsorship had been a lifeline, one he hadn't been expecting to get after having to beg Spearow to help him out with the junior tournament for the sponsorship.

Humphrey still didn't know how to face Mia. He owed that girl so much it was…crazy to think about. Around him, the pokemon he'd acquired over the course of the last few months shifted. A wet splash announced his water pokemon getting excited.

None of this would have happened if it hadn't been for Mia speaking up.

The girl had waved it off when he'd approached her, still high on emotion at being given another chance, a huge chance all told from Brock thanks to Mia. She was too kind.

And she didn't want anything from doing it.

Humphrey sighed, putting the issue of how to repay Mia to the side for now. He had other things to focus on.

He'd wanted to watch this match for any insights he could gain for Flying types as Masked Owl, or rather Walker had been known to use.

He'd learned a lot from the match, around him a small forest of notes had been laid out with brief commentary notes, or thoughts. His pokemon nudged a few into line or shifted so they wouldn't trudge on them.

Next to him, Lairon growled softly. "Yeah, it was a strong match buddy," he said, rubbing an oiled cloth over Lairon's head.

"Lair!" agreed, his pokemon. "Ron," continued the pokemon dejectedly.

"Yeah it would have been nice to see Knight be used today, but oh well. We got to watch champion Steven use his though," Humphrey said.

This mollified Lairon as he leaned into the rubs.

On the other side of Humphrey, Pidgeot leaned in as replays of the fight were broadcast showcasing how swift Walker had been while Brock had blanketed the sky or laid traps where he could.

Walker's Pidgeot was strong, and one day Humphrey hoped to be just as strong with his pokemon.

Pidgeot was the first pokemon to fully evolve and while it still had a lot of growing to do, Humphrey was hopeful he'd be able to ride his pokemon for longer trips soon. Then he'd get a lot more mobility.

Sadly he'd been too slow to get to Cinnabar before it got shut down, but with his recent match against Sabrina he now had enough badges to cover his inclusion into the circuit at the end of the year pending a victory against Janine, Sophia, and then Manny.

Humphrey had done his research and he also hoped that he could spend some time training with the minor Gym Leader. The man had a lot of insight and tactics that Humphrey wanted to make use of.

He didn't like his chances at getting other Gyms to work with him so he didn't ask. He'd have to rely on whatever insight could be garnered from the training camp towards the end of the circuit.

For now? He needed to consider his team, in a few months he'd have the best chance possible of earning a huge payday, enough that he wouldn't be dependent on Brock if the worst happened and he lost his sponsorship.

He glanced over his team.

Lairon was a strong pokemon that offered a lot of versatility.

The Technical Machine containing Shadow Claw had come in big when he'd needed to face off against Sabrina. It had been money, hard earned money at that, that had been well spent.

Lairon had done great, knocking out two of Sabrina's pokemon. He'd stood up that day.

As had Pidgeot, Nuzleaf, Houndour, Starmie, and Nidorino. All of them had been forced to endure power and precision with psychic type moves that could only come from facing a master of their typing. Reflexively Humphrey popped open his badge case to check the five badges he currently had.

It had been Nidorino that surprised him the most, with how he had held on to edge out a victory against Sabrina's Kadabra.

He hadn't been confident, no, he'd actually been ready to call the match when he'd had to send in Nidorino as his sixth pokemon.

The Poison Sting actually poisoning Kadabra had surprised him.

In the end it had felt like he'd won more through luck than skill but Sabrina had been quick to affirm his victory, stating that it was well earned.

Luck.

Wasn't that a rub.

He continued his ministrations against Lairon and when he must have gotten a bit too hard with the pressure Lairon opened an eye and rumbled a question.

"No, I'm just… I'm fine buddy, just thinking is all. I don't like that we had to rely on luck for our last victory," said Humphrey quickly.

"Lairon!" said, his starter firmly nuzzling into him.

"No, I want to be stronger. We need to be stronger!" said Humphrey as he glanced up at the worn temporary rental they'd gotten. It was a cheap place, almost as cheap as the pokecentre but nowhere near as nice.

Still, with the surge of trainers coming in Humphrey had to be careful with who he fought and how often. The pokecentres, unless you got… lucky, were usually packed with people and pokemon.

It rubbed at Humphrey that he had to scrimp and save, then fight for every scrap he could to get for his pokemon, to just get a bit more of an edge. He'd been ambitious when he'd asked for Aron as his starter, but thankfully the extra costs of Lairon's meals was something Brock was more than happy to cover.

Still, it felt like seconds were ticking down until Humphrey wouldn't have that safety net to fall into. He needed to get stronger.

His pokemon needed it.

Humphrey laid out his team roster. It had been ambitious to catch certain pokemon, he knew, but he'd still done it.

Lairon, Pidgeot, Nuzleaf, Magikarp, Machoke, Houndour, Venomoth, Nidorino, Starmie, Exeggucute, Rhyhorn, and Graveler.

Twelve pokemon, with only six more spaces before he would have to start paying for more stable space, which was typically the biggest expense a trainer could accrue.

From the lessons Brock had given Humphrey, he knew there was a trick to evolving Machoke and Graveler which he'd need to work out. Nidorino required a special item which Brock must have supplied to Celia as the older orphan had mentioned using something to get her Nidorina to evolve before the final tournament.

Which just left Lairon and the others to evolve the normal way, through strength.

Well, Magikarp would also require some special circumstances but Brock had been firm in the lessons on Magikarp and Humphrey had listened intently. Magikarp were tough pokemon to evolve.

Brock had said as much, but he'd also mentioned that the payoff of having a loyal, well trained Gyarados made up for it.

Humphrey hoped that Magikarp would become a pillar of his team, but that would depend on getting his pokemon there which still looked like it would take a while.

Humphrey glanced at the final six pokeballs he had, all laid out before him. All of them were empty.

What else should he get to give himself the best chance?

Humphrey glanced up at the screen once more, watching as Brock laughed with his two Tyranitar.

That would be a great addition, that or a pokemon like it.

Humphrey sighed and shook his head. Who was he kidding, he wasn't that lucky.

Then again, few people were.



"Yes! Suck it birdman!" Forrest shouted as he fist pumped into the air. "Rock beats bird!" he bellowed, drawing more than a few amused gazes from the others in the Fuchsia pokemon centre.

Next to him Ash was also jumping up and down.

Misty had been smiling along with him only to sink down as people's attention turned to them.

"Forrest! Ash! Sit down! You're embarrassing me!" she growled as they continued to dance around.

Forrest sat down while Ash huffed and paced back and forth. "Argh! I can't believe that fight! I mean! I can so believe that Brock won but! But! Two Tyranitar!? Since when has Brock had two Tyranitar?"

"I know!" Forrest said. "He didn't mention that when I called him last!"

"And when was it that you called him?" Misty prompted.

Forrest coughed. "I called him the last time we were in… He calls me? It's the same thing!" he said firmly. "The point is he could have mentioned it!" he said.

Ash bounced on the spot. "Think he'd trade? Having a tyranitar is my dream!" said Ash plaintively.

Misty shot him a dubious look. "You forgot he had one until you started watching some of his Ace matches!"

"Yes, so what?" said Ash shamelessly.

Misty groaned and shook her head. "The pair of you are just… urgh!"

Forrest huffed only to perk up as the television continued to show the match. "Hey! Woah Masked Owl is taking off his mask!"

Ash and Misty locked their attention back on the television only to blink cluelessly as an older man was revealed. Ash tilted his head. "Who's that guy?"

"I… think I know him from somewhere? Was he in a movie?" said Misty.

Forrest scoffed. "You guys are dumb! That's Morty's uncle!" he said smugly only to twitch as a banner of text rolled underneath the reveal man to state his name as 'Walker - former Gym Leader for Violet Gym, son to former Elite Four member Shafner, and father to Falkner'.

Misty smirked. "Morty eh?"

"I…! The Johto Gym's aren't my strong suit, alright? They're on the other side of the Silver range and not that relevant!" Forrest said even as Ash, Pikachu and Misty all laughed at his excuses.

"So is he a big deal, or not?" Ash said, after a moment only to blink as commentators appeared, both of them looking shocked.

"Walker must have been trying to rise up the Ace Ranks to challenge the Elite Four!" announced one.

"Couldn't he have done so using his Gym Leader status?" said the other sceptically.

"Ah! You never saw that match, I take it?" the other said quickly. "It was an off season match and the thing is, Lance accepted. He set up the match for the usual gauntlet with Walker going up against one of the Elite Four members, he drew Bruno."

"... shouldn't that be a good thing?"

"It would have been but Bruno destroyed him on live television with his Hitmonchan alone! That thing is a beast!"

"Why do I not know this?" asked the second announcer.

Ash, Misty and Forrest all nodded their heads. This felt like a big deal! Why hadn't it been shown?

"It was during the day, and more specifically it occurred during the same time as the Kanto cup racing event! Quite literally! It ended so fast that people thought Walker had fled the fight with the actual result being much worse, Bruno obliterated him!"

Misty and Forrest nodded. "Of course! The Kanto cup! That makes so much sense," Misty said. Forrest nodded along.

Ash coughed. "What's the Kanto cup?"

Forrest sighed. "Did your mum not let you watch the Rapidash races, these are like those, only better?"

"No, it's got a lot of gambling and she's kind of against it. She had me go out and play with Professor Oak's pokemon during the day," said Ash.

Misty hummed. " Oh guess that explains it. The Kanto cup is like the Rapidash races. But only the fastest pokemon and their riders in the word can compete! The races usually only last like ten minutes so yeah beating a six pokemon team in that time is kinda of crazy

"So something else must have been up I guess." Forrest said with a shrug. "Doesn't seem like you're the only one to miss it."

Video clips of the match began to play and they watched with a critical eye.

"His pokemon are a lot faster and stronger now, no?" said Misty after a few minutes.

Forrest nodded. "Yeah, it seems that way, I think the Ace challenges might have made him stronger. Shame he's going to drop down the rankings after today's loss," Forrest said as he brought up the rankings chart. "He's currently tenth on the standings going into this tournament."

"Where's your brother?" asked Ash.

"Twentieth," said Forrest.

Misty grinned. "Not for long! It seems like he's going to jump a number of rankings, right?"

Forrest nodded. "Yeah I'm pretty sure he'll win this. His biggest competition is out of the way and he'll go the distance," he said firmly.

"Speaking of distance, where are we going to go next? I've only got to get one more badge, but Cinnabar and Viridian…" Ash made a gesture and shook his head. "I'm glad we got to challenge Neon Gym before it got raided, that's for sure."

Forrest crossed his arms. "Cerulean, Vermillion, Celadon, Fuchsia, Sophia's Gym, and the Neon City make six for me."

"Heh, you're one behind me!" said Ash smugly as he displayed his own badge case with the Boulder badge proudly on display.

"That's only cause I'm going to go for the Bejeweled badge first off!" said Forrest. "I'm not taking it easy like you did by just challenging Brock! But challenging him at his strongest!"

Misty hummed. "Does that mean you might be facing off against that new Tyranitar of his?"

That caused Forrest to blink as the idea settled in. "Oh, yeah, you're right. It's… really strong, I've never seen a Hyper Beam break through stadium barriers like that before," he said, chewing on his thumb nervously.

Ash waved his hand "Don't sorry about that! It just means you have to get stronger! Heck! Show it to your pokemon team and it will motivate them!" Ash said, a fire in his eyes now.

"Pikachu!" said Ash's starter pokemon, backing up his trainer.

Ash grinned and bumped his fist against Pikachu's raised paw. "See? Pikachu's not worried! He'd be able to fight against that tyranitar if he had to!"

Pikachu's smile became very wooden as he nodded slightly. "P-pika," he said.

Misty giggled. "Don't worry, chances are you'd face off against someone else," said Misty. She then turned to Forrest. "How does Brock actually determine who he'll use for the Bejeweled Challenges?"

"Elite," said Forrest reflexively. "They're called Elite challenges, and he calls up a big spinning wheel that has all his Elite pokemon on it. You randomly draw from that as the wheel spins around. That is unless he feels you have to face off against a certain pokemon."

Misty tilted her head. "So it's not completely random then?"

Forrest frowned. "He only did it once… It was against the kid that… Well he and Brock had a history, cause the kid used pokemon too strong for even a basic fourth tier challenge… Brock used his own Onix who he never really rated as Elite, not yet anyway. Onix… didn't recover from the match," Forrest said.

"Oh!" Misty said sadly, as she realised what that meant.

Ash took a bit longer before he shrunk into himself. "Oh, that's… what did he do to the other trainer?"

"Smashed him with Tyranitar as far as I can tell, when the guy came back the next year for the Bejewelled badge. Apparently he still qualified for the Gym circuit with only gaining seven badges for the end of year circuit. He placed third in the tournament two years ago," said Forrest glumly.

"I'm surprised Brock didn't do worse to him," Misty said heatedly.

"Brock said he considered it, but knew it wouldn't do anything beyond damage his own reputation. Brock proved he was stronger and has since gotten a lot more careful with certain matches. You might not notice it but Brock really works hard to be able to judge a pokemon's strength from very little insight into them."

Ash nodded. "Yeah, I got that impression when we were at his Gym." Ash looked at his badge case. "I think I'd like to upgrade my badge, when does he allow challengers?"

"He starts from the halfway point, but honestly it's not a good idea to challenge then.," Forrest said with a shake of his head. "Most people leave it to the last few weeks so they have the most time to train up their pokemon. We should be able to secure our badges first."

Ash nodded at this, "Yeah, I think I want Charizard to get a bit stronger, and I know that Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Pikachua and I can do more."

"Don't forget Primeape," Misty said snidely.

Ash blinked. "Oh yeah! I should be able to collect him from Anthony for a bit!" Ash chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "I can't believe I forgot about him!"

Forrest shook his head. "I still can't believe you handed him off like that, but it's worth probably keeping him back there for now."

"What? Why?" asked Ash.

Forrest shot Misty a knowing look before looking to his other traveling companion. "Ash? Are you going to want to finish out your badge case with only five of the major gyms, or are you going to go for the final Big Gym and get a six two split?"

Ash narrowed his eyes. "I want to show everyone how strong I am! Bring on the big Gym!"

"So then you're going to have to beat Sabrina," said Forrest smugly. "And you're going to have to do it with the best team she fields against trainers looking for her badge."

Ash blinked at that before scowling. "I'm not afraid! We can take her!" he said standing tall.

Forrest smirked. "Alright, your funeral, still it'll give us all something to work towards for the next month or so."

This caused Ash to scowl even harder. "We won't take that long!" he said.

Forrest just shrugged. "All told, I'm amazed we got ahead of so many people. I think I'm going to spend some more time in the battleclubs working on my team. I think if I do I can get Beldum to evolve."

Misty nodded at this, "I might be able to get the same with Wartortle, Psyduck, and Horsea then."

A glint entered Ash and Forrest's eyes, causing a sigh from Misty as she realised she'd sparked the boy's competitive natures.



Falkner turned off the television, a tornado of emotions swirling through him as he registered what had been shown.

He'd… suspected for a while now, who masked Owl was.

The man had a lot of the patterns that matched up with his father.

But to see it revealed in this way?

It was unfortunate and it stung Falkner's pride that his father hadn't felt willing to share his goal with him.

It made sense to him, people needed to not look down on them due to how Grandfather had been ousted.

His father was doing something noble.

Except he hadn't included Falkner in his plans, and that stung. Falkner glanced at the stack of letters that signified the only news he had from his father for the last few years. It had helped getting the letters and having some form of communication, even if it hadn't been enough some days.

Still, Falkner was beyond that. He wasn't the boy from years ago.

He was the Violet City Gym Leader.

Falkner stared at the blank screen for another hour before sighing and making up a pot of tea.

It was cold by the time his father flew in on his mighty Pidgeot, but Falkner had no compunctions with serving his father cold tea.

His father voiced no complaints knowing that if he did he would merely open himself up to rebuke. Part of Falkner wished he would so he could fight, but that was not the way they had been raised.

They were better, more aloof. More poised.

Falkner adjusted his kneeling position on the small cushion and inclined his head in greeting. "Father, you have returned, do you wish to stay or do you wish to continue your goal to demonstrate that our family is strong?"

Walker blinked. "You… are not demanding that I come back?"

"I have things well in hand here… but i would like you to come back and help train me and my pokemon more if you could, I… can't do most of what you did against Brock, I thought it was a good showing but I am envious," Falkner said firmly, his back straight.

Walker smiled. "That… I'd be happy to help you son," he said.

"And I would be happy to provide my support, in whatever manner I can to you father. You want to represent our family? Do so with our facilities at your command."

Walker blinked and swallowed as a suspicious dampness appeared at the corner of his eyes.

"My son… you have grown," Walker said, and Falkner felt his heart warm at the admission.

"Thank you for noticing, father." Falkner said hoarsely as he felt his throat tighten with emotion.

Walker beamed before launching himself forward to hug his son.

Father and son leaned into each other ignoring how their upbringing demanded them be stoic and calm. To be leaves in the wind, flying free.

In this moment they were not that.

They were just human.

They were just father and son, reunited once more.

If there were tears neither noticed.

When they released each other they shared a smile and Walker laughed. "You have grown well my son, I'm sorry I didn't witness it myself." He swallowed. "What should we tell the press when they seek us out tomorrow?"

Falkner smiled. "I have an idea," he said easily, feeling suddenly much lighter than he had been.



A.N. Thanks go to my patreons for your continued support.

Thanks go to Twmmy for betaing this chapter as well as providing the spark to create this chapter. Prior to this I had already written out the next chapter and I wasn't going to have time for pokemon to do something fun like have ice cream.

It oddly works in rather well, as does Forrest, Humphrey and Falkner's scenes.

Hope you enjoyed! Oh! And any thoughts on what sort of pokemon Humphrey should look into for his final six? They don't have to be crazy, simple solid pokemon he might be able to get would work.
 
For Humphrey, Tauros is always an option. Really give him that Brute Force team in appearance, but then they face the pressimistic hard worker who scrimps to get every advantage.

Maybe even an Electrode too, but built in such a way as to be an Agility/Rollout/Giga Impact user. Rollout can be changed to Gyro Ball or something, to mix it up, but Rollout is rock type and seem like the best choice with Brock there, but that might be why he picks Gyro Ball instead.
 
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Hope you enjoyed! Oh! And any thoughts on what sort of pokemon Humphrey should look into for his final six? They don't have to be crazy, simple solid pokemon he might be able to get would work.

Challenge accepted, but I think he should probably hold off on getting his final six till he reaches Hoenn, rather than journeying in Hoenn and finding that he has no more space to adopt Pokemon he meets along the way in that region.

Lairon, Pidgeot, Nuzleaf, Magikarp, Machoke, Houndour, Venomoth, Nidorino, Starmie, Exeggucute, Rhyhorn, and Graveler.


So this is Humphrey's team in terms of types in their final form

Steel/Rock
Flying
Fighting/Dark
Water/Flying
Fighting
Dark/Fire
Bug/Poison
Poison/Ground
Psychic/Water
Psychic/Grass
Rock/Fire
Rock/Ground

All in all, a respectable team coverage, with certain gaps (missing types - Dragon, Ice, Electric, Normal, Ghost, Fairy), no healers and only one flyer. However, he also has serious vulnerabilities, for example, he's got four Pokemon vulnerable to fighting types.

I'd suggest the following - he should hold off his final six until he goes on his journey to Hoenn. Treat his Hoenn journey as a journey for the last six members of his team, and focus on the core 12 for his Indigo plans for now. I can even imagine Brock giving this advice to Hoenn to save his last six slots for an opportunity to travel out of Indigo.

1. If he wants to sort out a second flyer, he might want to look into an Altaria, that would also solve his lack of a Dragon type Pokemon. It's also probably the easiest dragon he can get his hands on (because Swablu is very common in Southern Hoenn). Another alternative option would be to raise a Trapinch all the way into a Flygon.

2. Getting his hands on a Spheal would sort him out for Ice/Water mounts, and his lack of Ice type. It would also give him a third water type to fall back upon. Alternatively, he could prove himself enough in the Indigo Circuit that he manages to gain one of Tide's eggs as a reward, so Lapras is an option.

3. Dusclops is an extremely bulky Ghost Type Pokemon found in Hoenn, and probably gives Humphrey team a true dedicated tank. And Brock does know the secret of turning a Dusclops into a Duskonir.

4. Manaetric or Ampharos are solid choices for a pure Electric type addition to his team. If he wants to build up his Steel type collection however, Magnezone is another choice, and Hoeen gives him the chance to evolve one if he gains access to New Mauville. Brock can probably hint to him the way.

5. It would be wise for him to acquire another fighting type. In the scenario he waits for Hoenn, bonding with a male Ralts and developing it into a Gallade will be a welcome change. This gives him a Psychic/Fighting type. Or he could get lucky, and with Sinnoh opening up, gain access to a Riolu into Lucario. Given he would have experience in training both steel and psychic types by then, both Lucario and Gallade are solid picks.

6. There are probably lots of options for Clerics and Fairy types - getting his hands on a Blissey is going to be a huge challenge, but getting his hands on a Gardevoir with Life Dew/Moonlight and so on improves his options. I can even imagine a scenario where Humphrey is truly lucky
and adopts two sibling Ralts, one male and one female, which ends up being a Gallade and Gardevoir. It would be hilarious if Brock redirects Humphrey to Sabrina for advice for raising two adopted Ralts.



TLDR: Don't put Humphrey in a position where he goes beyond Kanto and finds he has no more space to adopt Pokemon. He's got a solid team of twelve to work on, and that Gyarados is going to take alot of work. Rushing his final six in Kanto is a very bad idea given how much more work he has to do with his current roster of 12.
 
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Actually, since we're going over what everyone else is doing:

What the heck happened to Jessie, James, and Meowith? I mean, they're probably not caught in the raid given, Ash and friends trip is still mostly the same, but they HAVE to have heard about the Team Rocket raid that caught 'The Boss' by now. Did they ditch the criminal life? Did they get picked back up by Rainbow Rocket? Are they 'flying the flag' still solo and just decided they're the bosses now? Inquiring minds want to know.
 
Lairon, Pidgeot, Nuzleaf, Magikarp, Machoke, Houndour, Venomoth, Nidorino, Starmie, Exeggucute, Rhyhorn, and Graveler.


Humphrey glanced up at the screen once more, watching as Brock laughed with his two Tyranitar.

That would be a great addition, that or a pokemon like it.

Humphrey sighed and shook his head. Who was he kidding, he wasn't that lucky.

Then again, few people were.
Given the stacked team you have? Like that's a silly amount of coverage.

I'd suggest a ghastly, but Gengar would be tough to get. As a fast and strong ghost/poison type it fills a role only Pidgeot and Nuzleaf's evo do. Venomoth's a decent part for that role though. Maybe Misdrevous instead?
 
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Actually, since we're going over what everyone else is doing:

What the heck happened to Jessie, James, and Meowith? I mean, they're probably not caught in the raid given, Ash and friends trip is still mostly the same, but they HAVE to have heard about the Team Rocket raid that caught 'The Boss' by now. Did they ditch the criminal life? Did they get picked back up by Rainbow Rocket? Are they 'flying the flag' still solo and just decided they're the bosses now? Inquiring minds want to know.
They are personally loyal to Giovanni, so I think they'd be rejecting the Team Rocket that betrayed him.

For now, their best trainer life.
Ash waved his hand "Don't sorry about that! It just means you have to get stronger! Heck! Show it to your pokemon team and it will motivate them!" Ash said, a fire in his eyes now.

"Pikachu!" said Ash's starter pokemon, backing up his trainer.

Ash grinned and bumped his fist against Pikachu's raised paw. "See? Pikachu's not worried! He'd be able to fight against that tyranitar if he had to!"

Pikachu's smile became very wooden as he nodded slightly. "P-pika," he said.
These two bros have one braincell lol
 
Chapter 184 - Advancing quickly
"I always knew?" Yolanda read aloud.

She lowered the gossip magazine that had a photo of myself and Walker shaking hands after our match. His face was bare to the world. In the corner of the front page, a picture of Falkner was shown looking towards the reader with the quote hanging above him.

He looked remarkably composed.

I scratched my chin and nodded. "Even if he didn't know, that's a good call he made. I have to give it to him, I'm impressed he went for that option," I said.

Yolanda looked up. "What do you mean?"

I wobbled my hand lazily. "What he tells the public doesn't need to be the truth. It shows a level of maturity to know that he doesn't have to present the truth."

"So he's a liar," said A.J. with a huff.

I nodded. "Possibly. I think chances are that he is lying, but honestly? That's not a bad call on his part."

"It's a white lie?" Yolanda said with a thoughtful frown.

I nodded and made a so-so gesture. "It doesn't hurt anything and it allows him to save face, while making Walker's… transition into Ace challenges look more planned. That might not be the truth, but so what? Some personal things like what's going on between him and his father? They don't need to know."

Yolanda tilted her head. "Is there any reason we couldn't do something—"

"Not until she comes back. And our situations aren't completely the same," I said, feeling like a heel as I saw Yolanda's hope shrivel.

"Why?" she said, clenching the magazine like a paper shield before her from my arguments.

"Because we have a much larger family. Everyone knows that Flint left with a large family to look after. There's much more…" I paused to consider my words carefully. "Acceptance for any excuses and rationales for Falkner might offer up more than there is for Flint or Lola. There is a sticking point for Flint, as it wasn't just the Gym but the entire family to look after."

"Oh," said Yolanda. "That… makes a lot of sense."

I hummed and considered what else I could say. I could easily beat down on Flint or… her, if I wanted to but that wasn't what I should go for. Instead, I sighed and sat up. "Things might have been tough for a little while Yolanda, but Flint's back now."

"When do you think Mum will come back?" she said quietly.

The rest of the people in the tent all shifted so that they were busy with something else.

Amazingly even A.J. realised he shouldn't listen in on this moment as he stood and strode out, dragging Missy, Greta and Rachel with him.

Yolanda blinked, having apparently forgotten that they were even here with us.

I sighed.

With the canonical knowledge I had of Lola. I wasn't expecting her back until the end of the second year of Ash's Journey. But I had no justification for that.

I stared at my hands. "I… I'm not sure Yolanda. I think she will come back, and Arceus, when that happens?" I shot Yolanda a suffering look. "Things are going to be weird when she does return."

"..." She opened and closed her mouth.

"I will let her come back Yolanda." Despite how much that felt like a mistake, I thought to myself. "But, I think I need to draw some lines in the sand so to speak that she shouldn't cross. Flint… he got a lot of my ire but he was here for us for a bit. … Lola, I'm not even sure what to think with her running off like that." I gestured from Yolanda to me. "Normal families don't have to talk about stuff like this."

I held up a hand. "That said, like with Flint, when she comes back, I'm not going to ignore it. I'm going to tear into her for deserting our family. We should be her top priority. Ignoring what she did is just inviting her to do it again and that's not healthy for us. And I don't want our brothers and sisters to learn to be pushovers. Sometimes the people we love can hurt us the worst, so respect must be part of the relationship." I felt myself tensing up just talking about her but I tried to control myself. Getting terse with Yolanda wouldn't help.

Zubat must have somehow detected my stress as she crawled out of my vest's top pocket to nuzzle at me. I took her in my hands and started to rub her head, the action soothing my nerves.

"I kind of hate that I understand what you're talking about," Yolanda said quietly while looking at the ground.

She then shot me a sardonic look. "Did you ever talk to Forrest about this?"

I snorted. "Heh! Please! Who are you kidding? Forrest likes to pretend to be a man's man! He wouldn't talk about things like this! This is soft, sissy stuff," I said with a fake macho-sounding voice.

Zubat's ears wiggled from me to Yolanda and her mouth stretched as she smiled. Hmmm she was a very aware little pokemon, wasn't she?

"Hehehe, that does sound like him," Yolanda said as she wiped at her eyes.

I felt a stab in my chest at the sight before sighing. "Yeah, he's being dumb. It's not sissy, it's moments like this that often are some of the toughest situations you will find yourself in. It can be stressful and while you can be strong in other situations, you might be brittle when it comes to moments like this.' I waved a hand around. "You can lash out, or leave or do something most of the time. In really tough situations? You just have to be there and endure, talk it out where you can."

I gave Yolanda a sad smile and returned to petting Zubat. "It's not very fun," I said. "It can be hard though to learn to allow yourself to be soft when you need to."

I waved a hand outside. "Common consensus is that this will be something learned through your Journey. It usually manifests with needing to ask for help from people. There are usually trainers that are wandering around keeping an eye out just to offer new trainers support."

"What happens if people don't go on their Journey?" she asked.

I tilted my head. "Where'd this question come from?"

"I just, never really thought about it till now, but not everyone gets to go on their journey, do they? A lot of people talk about their Journey and how great it will be but then, some of them can't go, or they pull out after a while."

I grimaced. "Hmmm good point, I am a bit biased as I had a good start and that can mean the world for a young trainer. But you're right. There are plenty of folk that don't or can't go."

I rubbed my chin and considered how it went for me in my past life. It wasn't a one-to-one comparison, not with the lack of pokemon but… "Maybe they sort of float around a bit more and struggle. Some of the life lessons would be missed that some people are going to assume you know."

I looked up. Yolanda had potentially hit on a rather large sticking point for a lot of our society. Not everyone wanted to or could be pokemon trainers through no fault of their own. Some jobs didn't require it, but being a pokemon trainer was held up as the golden standard.

"I think I'd need to ask around a bit more to learn about it, which might be a bit odd as a pokemon Gym Leader," I said.

"Ah, I just thought of some of the kids in my class, and also our siblings. What happens if some of them don't want to go on their journeys."

I opened my mouth to jokingly say something crass-like, 'We push them out the door with a handful of pokeballs and a random pokemon', but that wouldn't go over well. So Instead I shrugged. "We just support them as best we can, I suppose. It might be a different sort of support than you, or Forrest have received. but that doesn't mean we'll leave them behind."

I stood and moved over to her to put a hand on her shoulder, Zubat shifting to my shoulder to watch. "Hey, this is some pretty heavy stuff we're talking about here. You shouldn't have to worry about it."

"I kind of feel like I have to somedays, otherwise people just ignore it," she said bitterly. I leaned down and hugged her.

"Don't be looking too shouldering too much. It's not a good thing to have to grow up too early. Keep some childishness and wonder of the world."

"Wonder for the world?" she said with a chuckle. "What does that even mean?"

"Well, allowing yourself to feel wonder can be important. I've been taking you older kids up to Mt Moon for ages and usually, I just sit there and don't really feel much at the moment." I blushed and broke the hug looking away. "Then I took Sabrina up there and got a reminder of just how… special moments like that are, and I relaxed. Then Link walked up and said he wanted to be my pokemon."

"Oh," Yolanda said. She shot me an amused look. "I knew that you and Sabrina going up there had resulted in you getting Link, but you hadn't mentioned that part. Did you and her smooch?" she said gleefully.

I sighed. And with that statement, I knew that my little sister was feeling fine now. "Yes, we did," I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Awww!" Yolanda said happily.

I made a show of rolling my eyes at her again and she stuck her tongue out. Terra, who'd been sitting quietly waddled up and bumped herself into Yolanda to show she was happy her partner was feeling better. The little Larvitar shot Zubat a thoughtful look, hmmm she might have learnt a thing or two just now.

I walked to the tent flaps to see if the others were lingering only to find Rachel rocking back and forth on her heels while chatting up the towering form of Trixie.

"Rachel, Trixie," I said with a nod to both of them. I was a little surprised to see Trixie here, but then again she was Rachel's girlfriend. The girls waved back as I looked around for the other three. "They went and got into some fights?" I asked.

"They went and got into some fights!" confirmed Rachel with a nod.

"Even Greta?" I said with a touch of surprise.

"Especially Greta!" said Rachel with a huge smile.

I huffed, amused by this turn of events. I waved to the two girls. "Come on in, we're going to talk shop about the next matches I have coming up."

Initially, Trixie stood in the back performing what looked like calf raises as she shifted from foot to foot keeping her mouth shut. "You can join us if you'd like?" I prompted, gesturing to a spare seat.

Trixie liked her lips. "I'm not a trainer for the Gym though?"

"Eh, I employ you and you're good people," I said casually. I very much doubted anyone could copy Trixie's constant need to perform some form of exercise. She took a seat and even as Rachel sat in her lap to keep her down she pulled out a grip strength trainer from her pouch.

Trixie looked over Clarence's roster of pokemon and chewed her lip. "A fighting type pokemon or two would work?" she suggested, earning a giggle from Rachel.

I shook my head, having expected as much. Still, it wasn't a bad suggestion and Hypnotoad was a good addition.

In the end, I went with Zephyr, Hypnotoad, Gawain, Knight, Shin, and Shrek. An unusual assortment to be sure but I was confident in Shrek holding down the anchor if I needed it from him. It was a fairly good diversity of pokemon as well.

I decided to roll with it. The next match wasn't as high stakes with Clarence being even lower than my first two challenges.

He'd had a lucky run so far.

When we reached the stadium I could see that he knew it as well. There was a slight slump to his shoulders and no spark in his eyes when we locked gazes.

The referee performed the usual pre-match routine and I hefted my first pokeball.

"Go Sunflora!" he said, sending out the best chance he had at this match first. I had to give it to him. He might not have the will to fight, but he still had good insight. Chances were that they'd usually do very well against the majority of my pokemon.

Just not this time. "Go Zephyr," I said with a slight grimace of apology sent to Clarence.

His eyes widened as he instantly recognised how terrible this match up was. "Sunflora! Return!"

"Calm Mind," I said placidly.

Clarence held his pokeball for a long moment. His hand switching from pokeball to pokeball, before he growled and went for one at the back. "Go Graveler!" he shouted.

I whistled in surprise. That, had been one of the pokemon we'd assumed he would avoid using. With it coming out I knew what I had to look out for.

"Hypnosis," I said quickly. Zephyr's eyes started to glow and Clarence stiffened.

"No! Go for Self Destruct!" he called only for his pokemon to fall on its face as it fell asleep. "Urgh! No!" he called. "Wake up buddy! I need you up and fighting!"

I felt a little bad for him but that didn't stop me from pointing at the downed pokemon. "Feast," I said to Noctowl and he beat his wings and hovered as psychic energy built up and swept from him to Graveler before coming back. Gravler twitched in pain but remained sleeping.

"Again," I said, committing Zephyr to Dream Eater. He devoured yet more energy from Graveler and a moment later the other pokemon stopped snoring and very calming rolled over to show that it was well and truly out of the fight.

"Return buddy," said Clarence. He ran his hands over his pokebelt for a few moments as he lost himself in thought.

For my part, I called Zephyr back to my side of the field. That… hadn't been a great showing on his part. I glanced about, eying all the people watching.

Was one of them noting down anything specific, my mind couldn't stop itself from recalling earlier matches that had been…

No.

That situation wasn't playing out. People were probing me, but it was nothing like what Will had set up with his specialised challenges.

"Go Flaaffy!" he said, sending out another pokemon that would do well against Zephyr.

I nodded, respecting the choice. I'd seen this on his roster and once again thought it had a low chance of appearing. It was a pokemon that wasn't fully evolved. Also, I had a lot of video recordings of Zephyr beating down and enduring electric-type pokemon.

"Thunderbolt!" said Clarence, starting things off quickly.

"Steel Wing into Psychic," I replied. Zephyr happily dove into the ground, his wings glinting as he stabbed them into the earth before the electricity could impact him.

With his body earthed only a fraction of the damage was done with the thunderbolt. Zephyr quickly snapped his head up and fired off a Psychic that resulted in Flaaffy being hurled across the field.

I blinked in surprise. That had been a lot faster and harsher response than I'd been expecting from Zephyr. Zephyr himself seemed surprised. I hummed. Ah, Clarence's Flaffy wasn't up to strength, its thunderbolt was weak compared to a lot of what Zephyr was used to dealing with from Sanchez.

"Moonblast," I said, deciding to work Zephyr through a different move than he was used to. He didn't falter from the unexpected command and a moment later had a powerful pink orb launched at Flaaffy.

"Dodge!" called Clarence and his pokemon leapt only to be struck by the edge. It flailed and hit the ground with a tumble before shooting back to its feet, baaing angrily.

"That's it! stay in the fight—" Clarence started to say only for a white light to shine up around Flaaffy.

"Oh damn," I said in surprise as Flaffy started to evolve in response to how tough a fight Zephyr was putting up. A moment later a glistening Ampharos stood ready to keep fighting.

"Yes! That's the way boy! Show them your strength with Power Gem!"

"Dust off! Now!!" I called instantly, well aware of the danger that move could have on Zephyr.

Zephyr kicked his feet into the ground and flapped hard to escape the buckshot of rock. Some still hit him and he cried out in pain but kept rising up.

When he had a good position I stabbed my hand forward.

"Moon Blast!" I said and this time with the power of gravity backing it up, Moon Blast didn't knock Ampharos around but rather hammered him down like a nail.

When the dust cleared Ampharos staggered to its feet disorientated and out of sorts. I shot Clarence a look and was pleased to see that he had his pokeball raised already. "I withdraw my pokemon from the match!" he called.

I nodded, happy that he valued his pokemon. I could have easily dispatched his pokemon with how out of it it was.

Clarence locked eyes with my pokemon, a thoughtful frown appearing there. Hmmm he was smelling blood was he? Well time to quash that. Zephyr was a bit injured now, so I raised his pokeball and returned him. "Come back boy, you've done well."

Clarence twitched before he shook his head and sent out his fourth pokemon, his slump returning in full.

"Go Golduck," he called revealing a pokemon that wasn't on his known pokemon roster.

"Hoh? You've been holding this one back," I said.

Clarence nodded. "I want to see what he can do against one of your rock pokemon."

I tilted my head. "Hmmm, I'm curious myself but… I have no reason to oblige you. Go Hypnotoad," I said, sending out my next pokemon and the one Trixie had advocated for.

Clarence perked up and I knew straight away what he was going to go for. "Ps—"

"DL," I said, feeding my intent into the bond I had with Hypnotoad.

She sprinted forward and just as Golduck started to unleash a powerful Psybeam, she spun over and over, dark energy wafting off her form and helping her tank the psychic attack.

Golduck and Clarence were completely taken by surprise when she reached Golduck, only to slam her arm into the other pokemon's neck.

She bore him to the ground and with Golduck flat on his back it was all too easy for Hypnotoad to go to town with punch after punch.

After she'd unleashed a quick one-two combination she cocked her fist back and energy built up around it.

When she next struck down she finished the fight and stood tall, not a lick of damage to be shown.

"Poli!" she roared to the crowd, flexing and posing like a bodybuilder.

I chuckled and glanced towards Trixie, who was sitting with the others, a happy expression, as always, on display. I paused. Was she sitting, or doing a squat hold on the stairs?

Damn, while I was winning matches, she was training.

That woman was terrifying.

Almost as much as Sabrina.

I'd beat her one day in a running race. I had vowed to myself as much. It wouldn't matter if it was a day she was sick, it would still count.

I turned back in time for Sunflora to take to the stage once more. I, suddenly feeling no mercy, pointed. "Hypno!" I said, and Hypno turned her body and flexed at the Grass type pokemon as her body swirl rotated catching Clarence and his pokemon once more off guard with Hypnosis.

"Ah no! Not again!" he said.

I started to feel a little bad as he was forced to watch his pokemon take a proper beat down as Hypnotoad slammed home blow after blow. Sunflora was quickly recalled leaving Clarence one last pokemon.

He hesitated as Poliwrath beat her chest and fired off punch after punch. I hummed and decided to give him a better shot with a less powerful pokemon. I returned Hypnotoad and instead reached for another pokemon that needed more experience.

"Go Gawain!" I said, sending out my Kleavor.

"Kleav!" he said, brandishing his axes and settling into a ready position.

"Urgh!" said Clarence as he revealed his last pokemon. "Go Victreebel! Start out with Vine Whip!" he said.

I coughed. Ah, he'd have had better chances against Hypnotoad. Whoops? I thought to myself as I pointed straight ahead. "X-scissor, cut your way to that pokemon and let's wrap this match up!" I said.

And Gawain did just that, sprinting straight ahead, his axes raised and ready like a lumberman in a forest that had somehow offended him. He tore through the Vines that tried to slam into him making Victreebel screech in pain only to then be smashed back as an X-scissor swept through it.

Victreebel fell back and stood tall only for me to make another chopping gesture. I didn't let up and Clarence had to use Vine Whip this time to evade my pokemon's pursuit.

"Speed up!" I said, ordering Agility to get Gawain to go even faster.

"Sunny Day!" called Clarence.

I hummed and decided to go for it. "Charge in and get ready to block the attack!"

Clarence perked up, obviously sensing a chance for his pokemon. "Blast it!" he called as Gawain closed, much faster than before but still not fast enough to stop the Solar Beam that erupted from Victreebel.

The beam almost reached Gawain before he crossed his axes, and a Protect formed.

"Ah damn it!" called Clarence as he watched his last shot fizzle out.

It was a quick matter to have his pokemon swept from the field with another hit and just like that I advanced to the semi-final without breaking a sweat in this match.

I leaned forward, pleased by my pokemon's showing. A cheer from a section of young boys made me glance over. The boys unveiled a huge banner pronouncing themselves as Bug Catcher's Chapter house five of Celadon.

Gawain waved at them happily and I moved to give Clarence a shake before offering him some advice. He'd had some good instincts, and it looked like he'd tried to anticipate me, but I sadly had a relatively good roster with my Rock, Ground, Water, and flying types.

They did a rather remarkable job covering for each other and tripping people up who were aiming for my weak points with water, or grass-type pokemon.

I went straight back to the tent finding A.J. with a scowl, Missy with a smile, and Greta with a huge grin. Hmmm, it seems like they had productive sessions.

"Alright team! Time for review of my next opponent!" I glanced around for the pad and brought up the tournament brackets. "Who is… Fifi, currently ranked seventieth on the ladder," I said with a soft nod.

When I brought up her roster I found it littered with water and grass pokemon that she surely had to use

With barely any discussion I laid out a team consisting of Sanchez, Tide, Don, Gawain, Bertha and Titan.

Yolanda whistled. "You're going hard at her there," she said. I grunted an odd sense of unease building as I stared at the brackets. One more victory and I'd be in the final… This was the best result I'd had to date.

I licked my lips, shaking off that thought instead deciding to focus on something more productive. "Let's see some of her former matches. We're the last match this afternoon and I want to be ready for any tricks she might have."

I found myself leaning forward and bouncing my knee as Missy began outlining some specific tricks she'd noted.

"Her Donphan has this trick with his Earthquake where he knocks pokemon off their feet before going in hard so watch for that!"

I nodded trying to keep my attention on the here and now, even as I began to imagine what it would be like, lifting the trophy.

I shook it off and focussed on the here and now. It wouldn't be long before the next match after all.



"Go Vaporeon!" called my opponent in the semifinals.

I frowned, alright. It seemed like more and more people had done their homework and were bringing pokemon with type advantages against me.

Sadly for them, I had their counters ready to go. "Sanchez," I said and my eclectic rock type happily appeared with a laugh and a wave.

"Tch! Baton Pass!" said Fifi, my opponent for the match.

In the stands, I could see the girl, Scarlet, who had been pointed out watching on with her own group carefully documenting this fight. It made sense for her, she'd advanced to the finals and the winner of this match would face her.

Sadly my match had been held till last as the draw card for more people.

The stands were packed and there was an air of wonder with a lot of media starting to probe me for my next 'reveal'. It was almost a given at this point that I brought something new to the table and I had jokingly pointed out that they weren't satisfied with the reveal that I had two Tyranitar in my roster to be enough?

That had gotten them to stop and consider it while I'd smiled and mentally patted myself on the back for dodging the question.

I had to wonder how telling it was that I did in fact have something to reveal to the public.

I'd started to have doubts though. I wasn't sure if it was the smartest move for me to send out Jormungandr and make a statement.

The important people knew, of course, but other Ace trainers? They had no clue what I could call up.

"Stealth Rock," I said just as Fifi got her swapped pokemon onto the field to reveal a Donphan.

Ah, that was a good match up. I whipped out Sanchez's pokeball and got him out of there with a quick withdrawal. Fifi perked up and I spotted Scarlet leaning forward with interest.

"Go, Tide," I said, sending out a much better option for this exchange as Donphan got off a Defense Curl.

Tide smirked across at Donphan, his flippers twitching in readiness.

Fifi didn't return her pokemon and instead leaned forward slightly, her intent all but being announced to me. I knew what she was going for having reviewed some of Fifi's matches prior to my match against her.

She was a solid opponent, she had a good pokemon roster and she had good ideas for how to use them, but you could also anticipate her.

"Go!" she called trying to keep her command hidden but I knew what was coming as Donphan curled into a ball, spun up and then jumped. When he slammed into the ground it rumbled into an Earthquake.

Usually, this was a great one-two combination for her, even against pokemon that she had a disadvantage against such as Tide.

She first disrupted their footing, and then hammered into them with a Rapid Spin resulting in a knockout that could take people by surprise.

I had been counting on it however and instead, I had Tide lead with a Surf at the very last moment. Tide rose above the shaking earth and caused Donphan, expecting an off-kilter pokemon to start charging into a towering wave with Tide riding it.

"Break off!" shouted Fifi but it was too late.

Donphan skittered to a halt but the wave came on sweeping Donphan aside.

And like that, I went one up into the match with her Donphan out of action.

That didn't stop Fifi from sending out her next pokemon quickly. "Go Vileplume!"

Her pokemon appeared only for a singular Stealth Rock to race out and smash into it. Hmmm the Earthquake and Surf might have wiped them out earlier.

I felt a bit bad for her as I gave the next command. "Ice Beam!" I called, stabbing my hand forward.

Tide happily disgorged the powerful attack.

"Protect!" shouted Fifi. Her Vileplume tilted its flower so that it was lined up towards Tide.

The Protect formed up and stopped Ice Beam in its tracks.

I whistled and had Tide cut off the attack rather than keep trying to hammer his way through something that wasn't going to give. Not on the first use of it anyway. He was no Empress.

The Protect dropped quickly and Fifi was fast on the uptake. "Leaf Storm!" she ordered, sending her pokemon on the attack.

I stabbed my hand at her pokemon. "Hyper Beam," I said, committing to having this exchange over fast. Fifi blanched as Tide opened his maw, and this time unleashed a much more powerful beam attack.

"Protect!" she called, and this time, as I'd expected the defensive move failed to manifest resulting in Vileplume being hurled from the field where it was held against the wall. This time the barriers held, only gaining an orange glow from Tide's attack.

He tossed his head and took deep breaths to recover.

It took long moments for the dust to clear only to reveal a Vileplume that was still, just barely able to fight. Fifi perked up as I hummed in consideration. She had a strong pokemon there.

"Leaf Storm!" she called, and this time it was Tide's turn to endure the move, which was sadly super effective.

Just as Hyper Beam hadn't ended the match for me though, Leaf Storm wasn't enough despite the type advantage. Tide was too strong and was more than able to tank the blow. He emerged damaged but more than ready to keep going. So I committed him fully. "Ice Beam," I said, causing him to once more shoot a beam.

This time Fifi didn't try to block the attack. She instead went for a dodge. "Vine Whip Leap!" she called. Her pokemon smashed its vines into the ground and launched it into the air.

Tide merely tilted his neck, correcting his angle of firing and kept up the Ice Beam, coating Vileplume in ice as she was unable to dodge.

I exhaled in relief. That… had been a bit closer than I'd perhaps wanted but then again I was brute forcing this match.

I wasn't sure why, but I had a tension in my shoulders that came with an itch in my neck.

Like I felt something was going to go wrong, so I had to get through it as quickly as possible.

With that in mind, Tide had suffered.

I frowned at him and decided now was a good enough time to call him back. With Vileplume down and out Fifi had to send out her next pokemon. She chose her Vaproreon once again and I just knew she was going to switch out to get a more favourable match up if I didn't send out something favourable.

So I decided to tempt her.

"Go, Don," I said, sending my rock-flying type out.

Fifi paused at this and seemed pleased to let this play out.

I smirked. She wouldn't know what hit her.

"Rise into DD!" I called, Don flapped his wings to ascend and begin twisting as a glow of energy built up around him.

"Hydro Pump!" shouted Fifi, stabbing a finger towards Don.

"Evade!" I called, and thanks to the height Don had, he was able to twist and tuck evading the long-range attacks. When Vaproen stopped he made sure to waggle his legs and screech obnoxiously, obviously taunting his foe.




"Dive into Stone Edge!" I called, and Don plummeted out of the sky. With his wings tucked up he was able to blitz Vapoeron, peppering it with a wave of large rocks causing it to flinch.

"Skip around and catch him with Surf!" Fifi called, eagerly apparently seeing a chance.

I also saw a chance as her pokemon committed the attack.

"Ascend and be ready to dodge!!" I called, letting Don know I had a plan. I watched carefully and just as Don was about to avoid the oncoming wave Fifi made her move.

Vaporeon blended with the water of the Surf but it was child's play to fly over the attack close enough to tempt Fifi.

"Take him out with Aqua Tail!" she called.

Vaporeon leapt from the wave, its tail arcing around with glowing blue energy.

"Tuck a wing," I said lazily. Don did so, evading the strike and leaving Vaproen to fall back to the ground, no longer in the water.

I pointed and didn't even need to give the command.

Don opened his maw, eyes glinting malevolently. From his mouth another Hyper Beam swept the field, blowing Vaporeon away.

This time when the dust settled Vaporeon was revealed, but unlike Vileplume she wasn't getting back on her feet.

"Damn! What is this a Beam show or something? Calm down!" Fifi called as she tugged on her hair in irritation, her hand questing for her next pokemon as she eyed Don who was quickly regathering himself.

I smirked. I did still have the option of other pokemon still. If I'd wanted to make a statement I could have used Empress.

Fifi went with a Persian next but I, feeling the niggling doubt come back, returned Don.

"Huh, if you're going to oblige me like that, then Nasty Plot!" Fifi said, boosting her pokemon's special attack.

"Go Sanchez," I said, glad to send him out once again and keep things controlled.

"Seed Bomb!" said Fifi, quickly disabusing me of that idea.

"Dig!" I said, making Sanchez dive to avoid the explosive seeds that Persian spat out. Unlike Exeggutor's attacks, the blasts were much smaller.

Sanchez was able to get under Persian and flick her into the air with a loud call of. "Golem!"

Persian, caught in the air, yowled. Fifi snarled, and punched her fist forward. "If you want a Beam Attack take this! Hyper Beam!" she called.

Persian, still falling, locked its head onto Sanchez and opened its maw to reveal a glowing build-up from the back of its throat.

I didn't panic, despite the pressure I felt I was under. "Protect," I said, happy to let this exchange play out. I could probably dodge with Dig, but it might also shake up the ground enough to hurt Sanchez.

Better to go for the guaranteed denial.

The Hyper Beam scorched a circle in the ground and shook the stadium causing a round of gasps from the crowd but I merely leaned into the shaking.

When Persian was done it landed lightly and panted only for Sanchez to march up to the Persian with a friendly smile. "Go lem!" he said encouragingly, like they weren't in the midst of a fight.

He clamped one hand on the exhausted pokemon and the smile vanished as he lit up with a Thunder from point-blank range, knocking Persian out of the fight.

"Urgh! Damn you're being brutal today!" called Fifi. I blinked and found her looking at the scoreboard with the time passed indicating that we still hadn't reached five minutes despite all the change outs of pokemon we'd had.

I'd also yet to lose a pokemon compared to her four pokemon down. By this point the match was a foregone conclusion.

Huh, I was sort of forcing this wasn't I?

I shrugged. "Sorry, guess my eyes are just looking past you," I said.

For some reason that didn't feel right though. It wasn't a lie per se, but something about this situation had me on edge.

It took me until Fifi sent out a Starmie with a scowl that I realised what it was.

I was expecting something to go wrong, something to get in the way of my advancing.

This… it would be the furthest I'd ever made it through an actual tournament… I knew that though so…

Oh.

I shook my head and refocused on ending the match, the sense of impending certainty that something, anything, had to be about to go wrong causing me to push Sanchez for a fast close.

"Discharge! Let's end this match!" I called, going for Fifi's throat.

"Surf, but slide back and use Ice Beam! Don't let that Golem get you!" She responded. Her pokemon moved quickly only to still be clipped as she hopped backwards a wall of water forming up only for a Ice Beam to freeze it solid.

Hmm she must have done her research enough to know that Sanchez could dodge Surf, so instead she was going for another tactic.

I decided I didn't care. I punched the sky and barked out, "Thunder!" to Sanchez and he cackled as he launched a bolt of lightning up and over the frozen wave.

"Damn it no!" shouted Fifi, with enough heartfelt emotion to know that I'd gotten it down to the final pokemon.

Feeling whimsical I returned Sanchez, and called out Tide for the last exchange.

My large lapras appeared with a clap of his flippers and an excited gleam in his eyes, it was rare that he got to be the last pokemon out, usually he tanked out other pokemon.

Fifi sighed, and sent out her last pokemon. "Go Nidoqueen! Use Sludge Wave!"

"Counter with Surf," I said, not missing a beat. From Nidoqueen a purple wave of poison shot forth whereas Tide unleashed a huge wave of water.

Fifi stared at the oncoming wave as her move was washed away. "Now!" she called and her pokemon dove into the ground.

I whistled in appreciation. It was rare that a trainer who hadn't been a part of the Gym could pull off a Surf dodge with Dig. "Nice," I said before pointing at her pokemon. "Ice Beam," I countered, catching the still surprised Nidoqueen from behind.

When she froze over, Fifi was quick to shoot her hand up. "I withdraw Nidoqueen!" she called and I nodded.

I gave the crowd another look over and tried to relax but found I just couldn't.

I kept looking for what would go wrong soon. I searched the skies and the stands, expecting a splinter cell of Team Rocket to attack, or Mewtwo to descend only to blink as I recalled that Nidoqueen was Fifi's sixth and final pokemon.

I glanced up and realised I'd just swept her without losing a pokemon.

I looked down to find Fifi looking sad but still standing tall.

I'd… barely given it much thought, merely calling orders out distractedly.

When it came time to shake hands I found myself wondering what I should say to her.

The girl shook her head. "Damn, that was fast," she said.

I merely grunted. My heart not in it.

A flash of hurt crossing Fifi's face made me pause and shake my head. "Sorry, this is the furthest I've ever made it in a tournament, having never reached the finals before…" I licked my lips. "I kind of expected something to go wrong."

Fifi blinked at that before tilting her head. "I mean… I guess for a Gym Leader this season, that's valid?" she said.

I nodded, talked a little shop with her and then marched back to my group. Yolanda met me, her expression showing that she knew something was wrong but not what.

"What's going on Brock? You were kind of out of it there at the end," she asked.

I grimaced and told her what I'd said to Fifi.

Then I perked up. My family!

Of course! Something would go wrong there that would require me to come home! Flint would have split town again.

I quickly called home only to find the family all waiting for me with huge grins.

"Brock!" called my siblings. All of them looking healthy and hale. Flint was in the background with an apron on as he mixed up a healthy snack for the kids.

Oh, huh, they were fine.

I spoke with them for a bit, hiding my anxiety throughout the mundane chatter.

When I was done I felt a small amount of relief. Alright, things were fine at home, for now at least.

"Brock, I think you need to do your clap thing," Yolanda said.

I blinked at her and realised that her suggestion had merit. I was being anxious, something that hadn't happened, but rather a probability of something happening.

I clapped my hands and exhaled slowly. Then when I felt a bit of a burn I opened my hands, releasing the pressure and exhaling.

Yolanda licked her lips. "Better?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I guess I just got in my head a bit." I rubbed my chin. "This is the furthest I've ever gotten before," I said.

Yolanda nodded and I elaborated. "Guess it just got to me a bit."

A.J. snorted. "Your mental game is off! From what I've read, that's one of the most important parts of a match! You need some distractions!" A.J. said.

A.J. grabbed the others and pulled them into a huddle. "Team, what we should do is keep him busy and away from stress for the final match!" he said, far too loudly.

I chuckled and shook my head as they, rather cutely, in my opinion, workshopped methods to get me ready and on my best form for tomorrow.

I found myself rather looking forward to whatever they would attempt, and they weren't wrong either.

I did need to have my head on straight.

Tomorrow I'd be fighting for the trophy, and a small giddy part of me delighted in that.



A.N. Thanks go to my patreons for your continued support into the new year!

Thanks also go to Twmmy betaing this chapter.
 
Ngl I felt bad for Brock's opponents here with his just bulldozing through them while not paying any real attention, which is kinda rude. The matches were also kinda not satisfying, considering that even when the other trainers made correct type and tactical decisions Brock's team always managed some kinda dodge or no-sell, invalidating their efforts.
 
The training joke is my favorite running joke in this story.

I also empathize real hard with Brock here. That feeling of inevitable doom when everything seems to finally be going right sucks.
 
Ngl I felt bad for Brock's opponents here with his just bulldozing through them while not paying any real attention, which is kinda rude. The matches were also kinda not satisfying, considering that even when the other trainers made correct type and tactical decisions Brock's team always managed some kinda dodge or no-sell, invalidating their efforts.
The problem his opponents had is that while they're pretty good trainers and have Pokemon that I'd say are in the 40's level wise Brock is actually a fantastic trainer with Pokemon all in the 60's. That's why he was able to brute force his way through the last two matches so easily. I do believe that his next match is going to be different though as I get the feeling that his last opponent is much closer to his level both in her Pokemon and her own skill. Hopefully it's at least as good as his battle against Walker.
 
That's why he was able to brute force his way through the last two matches so easily.
I understand the reasoning, Brock is a big boy and his pokemon are equally massive lads (and ladies).
It's still not very satisfying to read, and it's especially mneh considering that these were meant to be semi-finalists, as in contenders for the trophy spot. People who should have, if Brock and his rockalanche were not there, been viable competitors.

The way they got bulldozed so easily doesn't foment much hype.
 
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The way they got bulldozed so easily doesn't foment much hype.
The point wasn't about the battles, but the tournament structure and how it usually plays out with the strategy and scouting and whatnot. From the chapters, we've been getting a tournament easy mode view of things so many things tend to get skipped. This gives the other cast members space to shine and do their own thing.
 
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I understand the reasoning, Brock is a big boy and his pokemon are equally massive lads (and ladies).
It's still not very satisfying to read, and it's especially mneh considering that these were meant to be semi-finalists, as in contenders for the trophy spot. People who should have, if Brock and his rockalanche were not there, been viable competitors.

The way they got bulldozed so easily doesn't foment much hype.
I believe that it was mentioned earlier that there was a big invitational tournament being held around the same time that drew in a lot of the stronger trainers. It doesn't make things more satisfying, but it does help explain why Brock feels like an adult in the kiddie pool for most of these fights.
 
There's also the fact that due to how such tournament brackets work you can end up with seasoned veterans facing off against relative newbies in whichever sport you happen to be talking about. Or you can get the biggest baddest battle of the tournament in not even the quarter finals as happened here with Brock vs Masked Owl. That's the luck of the draw unless you fairly deliberately seed such a tournament so that the ones most likely to give the best show are kept from coming against one another until the final 2-3 rounds.
 
Chapter 185 - The other shoe
"So I think you'll look good in some dark, more close-cropped colours," said Yolanda, emphatically.

"Oh, yeah thanks," I said. I nodded along, smiling at Yolanda's choice to 'keep me distracted'. Namely, to take me shopping. She'd decided on a darker-tone series of clothes with short black t-shirts with v-cuts and simple collars. With Trixie's training, I was fit enough that most clothes like this looked good.

Black, I knew from experience to be a bit of an easy option.

"Here, try this as well!" Yolanda insisted.

I glanced at the white shirt in my hands and felt like teasing her for how she was 'branching out' with her options here. But I didn't, instead I just nodded and stepped into the change rooms.

When I came back out I gave a little twirl for Yolanda only to notice that Sabrina had joined us. Next to her, Ralts was sitting with some large sunglasses on her horns posing in a manner that she must think was 'cool'.

"Hey you," I said to Sabrina.

"Hey," she said back playfully. She gave my sister an amused look as Yolanda shrieked in surprise.

"S-Sabrina! You startled me!" Yolanda said.

Sabrina patted Yolanda on the head, her eyes still on me. "Sorry about that," she said.

"R-ralts!" cried out Ralts as Terra met her with her customary hug.

"He needs some dress shoes and pants I think. Also? You can afford to take Brock to some of the more expensive shops," Sabrina said.

"Like Ala Shazam's?" Yolanda said, lights entering her eyes as her head turned towards the shop in question.

"Uhm, I prefer bargain shoppin—". I tried to say only for Sabrina to smile wider, obviously noting my discomfort and deciding to push instead of keep me happy.

"Oh, yes, I was also thinking of Sollom-Bell. Brock does need a new wallet and belts," Sabrina began listing off several different items and Yolanda only got more and more excited.

I clapped my hands. "We will only be looking at the belts and wallet. I don't need a trilby Yolanda. Sabrina is just playing around," I said, putting my foot down. No way I was buying that unless I was matching it with a suit for some fashion show.

Sabrina shot me a sly look. "You do remember that you have a contest this weekend? Yes?"

Yolanda perked up. "Oh yes! You need to wear something snazzy because you're going to be a judge!"

"I think I can just get away with my hiking gear and a scowl," I said, deciding to play with them a bit. I crossed my arms and frowned. "Like this."

Yolanda shot Sabrina a look of worry and gestured at me in a manner that made me think she was asking for help. I snorted and shook my head. "I'm just playing. We can look at something that is at least robust. We're going with a 'tough' style so it needs to play to that."

Yolanda vibrated with glee as Sabrina and I walked further down the walkway of the frankly huge Celadon department store. Unlike the games, the department store was a mega complex instead of a five-story building with the roof open to the public.

Well, the roof was accessible, but to compare it to the games was doing it a gross disservice. The Celadon Department store was in truth a building that covered at least ten acres of land, with five levels each with set specialities, yes, but there was also a range of stalls, shops, food courtyards, and attractions.

On one side of the store, there was a gigantic playpen for children that was monitored by a clutch of Kangaskhan. On the other were the cinemas and entertainment. I liked to think that the person who designed it was still to this day patting themselves on the back as families had to trudge from one end of the store to the other, resulting in the most exposure to sales and advertising possible.

If you hadn't bought at least three items or services by the time you reached your destination, you possessed an iron will.

Sabrina, Yolanda and I all walked past the speciality pokemon grooming store which occupied two whole levels. It featured the standard hairdressing area along with a sand bath, furnace, aquarium, and blacksmith for any needs your pokemon might have.

To the side, masseuses offer their services to the trainers to allow them to relax while their pokemon are pampered.

"You know, I think Terra's horn has never looked so shiny," Yolanda said as we walked past the storefront.

"Is that so?" I said, to make conversation. I could see the slight gleam on her skin and agreed with her, but I didn't think Terra, as a baby pokemon would get the most benefit from it.

Sabrina considered the store and then looked down at Ralts. "I must apologise Ralts, I have been doing your hygiene and haircuts myself… but perhaps you would enjoy something a little more lavish?"

Ralts liked the sound of that as she pointed at the shop only to turn and begin pointing out other things that she wanted as well. I spied a shop selling toys and wandered over to buy some for my younger siblings.

A few minutes later, Sabrina and Yolanda came in with pleased expressions on their faces. Ralts swished and posed on Sabrina's shoulder drawing small coos of delight from the girls.

"Looking very nice there, Ralts. I like the gloves," I said, indicating the small mittens she was wearing that were made of lace.

Ralts paused and a conflicted look warred over her face before she nodded in thanks. She then noticed where we were and started pointing at various toys she wanted, very much acting her age.

Sabrina selected several items and handed them to me, slipping in dolls of her own to the group. I only had to carry the toys as far as the counter where the sales clerk looked like they'd just had all the Christmas come at once as Sabrina, Yolanda, and I each bought a pile of toys.

Sabrina then put her hand to each pile and Teleported them away.

"That is so convenient," Yolanda said. "Even better than having a storage bag, I should think."

I made a so-so gesture. "There's going to be situations where you want things on hand, and in the storage bag, while it's not able to carry as much as Sabrina's warehouse, it's much more reliable as it's in your hands."

Yolanda nodded along only to pause. "Her, what now?"

Sabrina smiled. "I own a warehouse in Saffron City for organising my various acquisitions. Toys, dresses, jewellery. I have a specialised ghost and psychic security team that looks after the place. It helps to keep the clutter down at home and if I want a certain dress for a certain occasion? I most likely have it."

Yolanda stared. "That's… so out there, to such a degree… I'm not sure how to process that. It's amazing but just… the size of it. To own a warehouse for your goods!"

I chuckled as Sabrina tossed her hair proudly. I was about to say something when I spotted an outfit that was on a mannequin. Sabrina noticed instantly and turned to see what had caught my eye.

"Hmmm you would look good in that, use the white shirts Yolanda has been buying and some jeans and you have a rather stylish outfit," she said, her mind already conjuring up various clothing combinations.

"Ah, I'm not sure, it seems a little impractical," I said, despite turning and walking towards it.

Yolanda frowned. "Is it pokemon leather?"

"Special fake leather that mimics the belly of a Feraligatr?" I read. "Hmmm, oh it says it's got Altaria down feathers in the lining to help it stay warm enough to use as a flight jacket, and it is tear and abrasion-resistant."

Sabrina nudged me. "Try it on," she said, tempting me.

I wandered into the change rooms but while I was trying it on with the white shirt and jeans combination, I spotted something that I thought might work. I grabbed up some clear glasses and popped them on.

"How's this look?" I said, turning to the girls.

Yolanda tilted her head, apparently unsure of my addition to the overall look.

I looked at Sabrina and found her to be staring at me, an intense look on her face. Ralts was shooting her head from Sabrina to me in shock.

I chuckled. "I think it works?"

Sabrina nodded slowly.

I bought the combination, rather pleased with my whimsical inclusion. Yolanda still seemed confused.

"Why does that work so well?" she said, eyeing the glasses.

"The dichotomy of the jacket with the glasses. It softens the impression, and makes him look smarter," commented Sabrina.

"I like to think I'm pretty smart?" I said, offering the two of them a line of banter.

Both of them just nodded, which hadn't been what I was going for. I felt a cold sweat break out on my neck. Oh damn, they thought I was smart.

I suddenly felt the need to read more and live up to their expectations.

I swallowed down my trepidation and waved for them to lead me to the next shop. They walked me past a section of shops that listed pokemon items and I paused. Now there was something that I was drastically underutilizing.

"Hey, can we make a pit stop here?" I said, as I diverted our shopping trip. Sabrina and Yolanda watched as I went on a buying spree for items and berries.

It had been a while since I'd done anything like this. I'd had it used against me, with Walker honestly being one of the people that I was most impressed by. Most people hadn't even realised his pokemon was eating a berry with how the fruit on Tropius' chin hid what was actually being eaten.

Then again, it wasn't yet a well-understood field despite occasionally popping up with berries.

Berries themselves were well understood, but other battle items were still not guaranteed to help. Silph Co, and Devon Corp were working on them as they knew they could be huge money earners but as yet they didn't have the efficacy.

So they were seen as very hit-and-miss and it wasn't widespread as it one day would be. I'd need to redo some serious research on what I would need in future as the people crafting these items improved. It had been a while since I'd done any, and as I marched through the aisles stocking up on goods I decided it was time to do some testing myself to see how far they'd come since the last time I'd tried this years ago.

Back then I'd needed to be frugal

I was very pleased to find that the Charti berry wasn't in stock and wouldn't be for another year.

Huh, perhaps that contributed to it not being a popular method? I thought to myself. The unreliability of sourcing berries? I couldn't get any Rindo berries, but I could get a handful of Pasho berries, so I was in good luck for a water-type match-up at least once.

I paused in the power item section and frowned. "I should buy some more of these for the Gym," I said aloud. It had been a while since I'd gotten some new ones, and the ones we had were getting rather worn. I'd bought a few when I first opened the new Pewter Gym and buying enough for my pokemon roster to use had proven to be almost as expensive as building the house attachment to my Gym.

But now, thanks to Lance's bet and my own winnings and the earnings from the surge, I had money to burn.

The cashier seemed very happy when I bought a pack of ten Anklets, Bands, Belts, Bracers, Lenses, and Weights for my pokemon. If nothing else, Teddiursa and the others would enjoy new training equipment.

I made a quick trip through the other item sections and collected an eclectic assortment of items as Sabrina purchased her own items of interest.

Yolanda initially was very interested in it, but then I started to push my luck. After an hour she grew bored enough that she was able to convince Sabrina to help her to drag me on to continue shopping for outfits.

By the time we left, my section of Sabrina's fashion warehouse had three more outfits which I was very pleased with. When we reached the entrance A.J. and Missy were poised to pick me up.

"Let's go have a fight!" Missy said, her fists clenched and her expression was so serious I had to resist the urge to pat her on the head for how cute she was being.

"Sure," I said. Rachel had been able to distract me with a technical detail regarding the Pewter pokenet page while Yolanda had gotten her idea cemented out for shopping. Greta had asked for some one on one training which had taken up an hour this morning.

Now it was apparently Missy and A.J.'s turn.

They led me to a local battle club where I was able to withdraw Cradily, Cranidos and Teddiursa from a round of matches at various levels. More than a few people were surprised to see me fighting in the junior leagues until they caught sight of Cranidos and Teddiursa.

Sadly, I'd forgotten that while a lot of the Gym trainers knew of Cranidos, the public as yet, or more specifically, the media, did not. Leading to another surge in reporters asking me questions about my next pokemon.

"So! Another rock type?" asked one reporter as they tried, and failed to ignore Cranidos hammering their leg with his head. A pained expression quickly building.

I reached down and dragged Crnaidos into my arms. "Yes, Cranidos will be a pokemon appearing in some of my lower tier badge matches until I build him up for the higher tier matches."

"But not your Elite team?" prompted another reporter.

"Who's to say? I think I have more interest in having Teddiursa become one of my elite pokemon," I said casually.

"An Ursaring would be a strong pokemon," commented one reporter.

I just smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that too," I said, knowing that Teddiursa had so much more potential than just being an Ursaring.

I won the matches I'd been set up for in the battle club and departed feeling very good about how everything had gone down.

When I returned to the hotel room my entourage all trooped into my room with me, collectively dragging chairs and tables to run through a run down on Scarlet.

"So she's got enough grass and water types to make herself pretty annoying but you have the right pokemon to smack her around," said Missy with a nod.

"I'd probably lead with either Sanchez or Don this time around," said A.J.

"Titan's a must-have," said Yolanda. "I don't think you need Empress, she's strong but she doesn't offer too much beyond overpowering that which you have in other pokemon."

"If we want to play up popular pokemon then Sanchez, Knight, Bertha and Link are all must haves!" said Rachel, as she consulted a computer. "The public love them!" Rachel then coughed and looked to the side. "Hypnotoad also did well."

"You're just saying that cause Trixie likes Brock using a fighting-type pokemon," said Greta, with a giggle. A.J. having been about to say much the same, nodded along.

I hummed, watching them all go back and forth. Sabrina leaned against me. "You'll go with Selene, right?" she said with a smile, obviously knowing she was merely feeding the discussion more ammunition to consider.

I huffed and looked over Scarlet's pokemon team.

Ampharos, Vilplume, Pidgeot, Hitmonlee, Seaking, Starmie, Seadra, Raichu, Fearow, Tauros, and Chansey, had been the pokemon she'd been known to have before this tournament.

She'd since revealed that she had a Bellosom, Cacturne, Parasect, Rapidash, and a Poliwrath.

She had come with pokemon that were well suited to face myself, or Masked Owl depending on which of us was going to make it through the round of sixteen.

"Who's her starter?" I asked, causing the discussion to falter.

Missy and Yolanda shifted uncertainty but A.J. pounced towards the whiteboard.

Ampharos went up on the list.

I chewed my lip in consideration. "Poliwrath, Bellosom, Vileplume, Hitmonlee…" I rubbed my chin in thought. "Then I think it will be out of Tauros, Seadra … or Starmie for the team I face."

A.J. penned in the team and when he stepped back he had a complicated look on his face. "Bellossom? It's a bit weak isn't it?"

"It's versatile," I said. "I think it and Vileplume are locked in, as is Ampharos. The others I'm less sure of. As to which pokemon I will be using?"

I reached into a pocket and placed down a list I'd written down days ago. Before I'd even seen which pokemon Scarlet had.

Sanchez, Tide, Bertha, Jormungandr, Zephyr, and Titan. All of them pokemon that either represented another, or that had been with me on my journey.

The others looked it over and tilted their heads. "You had this worked out before today?" asked Missy as she inspected the worn paper.

I chuckled. "I just wanted to highlight these pokemon in particular," I said.

The others nodded, and just like that the discussion fell away. Sabrina then cleared her throat very pointedly. She handed Ralts off to Yolanda. "Take her and Terra to the playpen downstairs for an hour or so, please?" she said.

Missy and Rachel blinked in surprise, only for their eyes to widen. "Oh! Right. Come gang! Let's go find a movie, or something to do!" said Rachel quickly as she hurriedly packed up.

A.J. tilted his head shooting Sabrina and me a confused look. Thankfully he followed along without complaint as did the others. Rachel shot me a thumbs up before she closed the door to the apartment.

Sabrina turned to me and gave me a half-lidded look.

I grinned.

Ah, everyone else had their turn to distract me from tomorrow, and now it was Sabrina's turn?

I think I liked her distraction the most.

"—annual Celadon tournament!" announced the Mayor of Celadon, who was once more acting as the Master of Ceremonies.

He waved his hand towards the crowd, his grin huge as he bowed towards each stand. "Tonight has been the work of a great many people and pokemon and I'd like to take a moment to thank them—" he said, droning on a little as he ran through a list of sponsors, volunteers, and assistants for the tournament. He then waved to the big screen.

"I'd also like to thank the trainers that have made this tournament, one to remember!"

A short clip played, and I was amused to find that most of my pokemon had small moments where they were shown in favourable light with cool moments such as Titan and then Empress taking to the field. My match against Walker where Hurricane had been interrupted, and the Hyper Beam I'd gotten off with Tide yesterday.

Other trainers and their pokemon also featured, Scarlet getting her own fair share of screen time before the screen faded to black and the Mayor led the stands in a round of applause.

"Thank you, all the trainers and all the pokemon! Tonight! Tonight we have a wonderful spectacle with two trainers who have risen through the ranks to face off for the Celadon Trophy!" The Mayor snapped his arms dramatically to the side and an assistant whipped a sheet off a table to reveal a rather nice-looking silver trophy that had vines entwined around it.

On the front of the trophy, the shield of Celadon city was embossed.

"Tonight! Our two trainers need only a quick introduction! In the red corner as is only fitting! We have the dark horse of this tournament and the rising star! Scarlet from Cerulean City!" the crowd applauded politely, as a Celadon crowd was known to do.

The Mayor nodded happily as Scarlet waved and bowed.

"And in the blue corner! From Pewter City and a powerful challenger! Gym Leader Brock!"

I stood tall and waved both hands before clapping them together and bowing in multiple directions in thanks to all the spectators who had come to watch. It was rather pleasing to see that this match had garnered just as much attention as my match against Walker.

"And now I turn our show over to the League official, give a round of applause for tonight's referee!" shouted the Mayor gesturing to the podium to the side.

There a mic'd up woman waved her hand but did not bow. Instead, she inclined her head before raising a hand and signalling for silence.

"Trainers tonight's event will be run under standard Ace match rules where—" she said running through the typical two-minute spiel that preceded most matches. She then clapped her hands together and drew out two flags, raising them tall.

"Trainers! Are you ready?" she said. Scarlet and I locked eyes, both of us nodding. I felt a thrill run through me, and all the concerns I'd had about tonight's match being the furthest I'd ever advanced faded.

"Begin!" The referee called, and I hurled out my first pokemon.

"Bellossom!" called Scarlet.

"Sanchez!" I barked, sending out my choice.

"Claim the field!" ordered Scarlet, her small pokemon leaping up and smashing its tiny flowers together to make them release a cloud of glittering, golden spores.

"Set up," I said simply, and Sanchez stomped one foot to create a Stealth Rock that floated off to the side.

Scarlet tilted her head, watching as the golden spores drifted closer to Sanchez only for him to roll backwards to evade them quickly. Then he popped into the ground, hiding with Dig without a word from me.

With all day to sit around, I'd been able to brief my pokemon on specific orders that I wanted them to go for.

"Bellossom! Pursue and use Petal Dance!" Scarlet called sending her pokemon down into the hole that Sanchez had left behind.

I whistled. That was bold.

But also a huge mistake.

Sanchez popped out of the ground behind where the Stun Spores were floating. I twitched our bond, sending an impression of what I wanted him to do next. He took one look at me and stomped his foot, causing the ground to heave and buckle.

Bellosom, instead of pursuing my pokemon into a weak point, was instead trapped in the tunnel Sanchez had created. Bellosom was launched up into the air with a stunned cry only to twist deftly with her body and float down to the ground.

Scarlet observed both of our pokemon and clicked her tongue. "Sorry, Bellosom! We won't do that again, fill the rest of the field this time!"

This time a white powder was released to fill the other side of the field. I whistled and decided to make the most of yesterday's shopping trip.

"Charge in with Heavy Slam!" I ordered, and this time Sanchez tucked himself into a ball, his face was hidden as his beard morphed over his face. In doing so it obscured his mouth.

Scarlet frowned. "Use Giga Drain after it hits! You can take the hit and then when it falls asleep move to finish it!" she said, deciding to back her pokemon.

In another situation, this would have worked out rather well for her.

Sanchez hurled himself through the white and golden field of spores coating himself thoroughly. He still got in a punishing hit to the much lighter Bellosom causing it to reel back in shock.

I sighed. I'd been hoping she'd try something else like buffing her pokemon up, but no matter.

Sanchez rolled back after hitting Bellosom, still curled up in his ball. He rocked to his side and I watched as his moustache twitched and twisted as his mouth worked up and down.

Scarlet waved her hand in a back-and-forth manner, apparently very pleased with herself. When she spoke she did so with a grandiose tone. "Take that pokemon out of the fight—"

"Heavy Slam," I said, and Sanchez, who'd been playing Sentret, shot forward and slammed into Bellossom with another very powerful move once again.

"Eh?! You taught your Golem Sleep Talk?" said Scarlet in surprise.

I grinned and shook my head. "No, I just realised I hadn't been using all my tactics as well as I should. I've been overlooking some things," I said. Yesterday's purchase of several Lum berries.

One thing I'd noticed about Scarlet, was her propensity to use status effects with her Bellosom to control matches. In a manner, it was like fighting Koga, only I had prep time.

When Koga fought you, you typically didn't know he was coming.

Which made all the difference.

Bellosom collapsed to her knees and wilted enough to indicate she was out of the match while Sanchez stood tall, unaffected by the Sleep or the Paralyze that could have locked him down.

I'd made a show of evading the earlier attack more out of form, I hadn't been expecting a tactical error from Scarlet, but it had played into my strengths rather well.

Scarlet scowled and returned her Bellosom, her hand questing to her pokebelt only to reveal a greatball. "Time to come out! Show me your scary face!" Scarlet roared and I leaned forward expecting one of her strongest pokemon.

I was not expecting a huge blubbering pokemon. "Lax!" said the now-revealed Snorlax.

It glared at Sanchez who looked taken aback at coming face to face with Munchlax's evolution.

From one side of the field the Stealth Rock I'd gotten off at the start of the match raced in and slammed into Snorlax mid yawn. It blinked in surprise and started to topple backwards. Instead of stepping back to catch itself, it continued to fall as if in slow motion, the hits from the Stealth Rock causing ripples across Snorlax's corpulent body.

I had a momentary premonition of Snorlax falling onto his back which would see the lazy pokemon trapped on his back.

"Break up the field!" shouted Scarlet, crossing her fingers as she said this. I frowned and my mind ran through what sort of moves Snorlax had that would benefit from falling heavily.

Just before Snorlax hit the ground, my premonition of an easy win vanished as understanding swept through me.

"PROTECT!" I roared just as Snorlax hit the ground.

Sanchez didn't hesitate to comply just as the field erupted with power, the body slam of Snorlax hitting the ground and transitioning perfectly into a Fissure that almost caught me by surprise.

Oh, damn that was a curve ball I hadn't been expecting.

A wave of dust hid the field from my view and I could only narrow my eyes in annoyance as a fleshy thumping sounded out.

Belly Drum, she was having her pokemon use Belly Drum.

"Thunder," I said, knowing that the Earthquake would be greatly weakened with the disrupted battlefield. Sanchez sparked up with electric energy before launching a huge blast into the air that came down where Snorlax had been moments ago.

A howl of pain let me know that it had worked and I fist-pumped. Both Scarlet and I had been rolling the dice with Fissure and Thunder, but both moves had paid off.

"Rest!" commanded Scarlet, and before she could even complete the order Snorlax was snoring loudly.

I weighed up my options.. I could commit, or switch out.

I clicked my tongue, knowing that the odds of Thunder landing each time wouldn't work. Thankfully, that wasn't Sanchez's only powerful move, and thanks to Fissure, broken up rocks were in abundance.

"Full assault! Stone Edge!" I ordered, and Sanchez began to tumble and roll, as he moved rocks began to fill the air hurtling into the sleeping form of Snorlax.

Each rock caused a ripple of jiggling fat on the huge pokemon, but Snorlax merely groaned and rolled up to its feet deftly.

It knows Sleep Talk! I realised instantly.

"Goooooooooo Snorlax!" cheered Scarlet.

It took all of a moment for me to put the clues together.

What move could Snorlax learn that would have STAB apply to it? Coupled with the increased Attack power from Belly Drum?

It could only be Giga Impact.

"Clever Girl," I said, aloud.

Snorlax lurched into a stumbling run, its body wobbling and bouncing. It was like watching the fattest man alive perform a hundred-metre sprint equal to that of the fastest runners.

Incredible and disturbing all at once.

It was hypnotising watching that belly dance even as it closed on a shocked Sanchez.

"Explosion," I said, without missing a beat.

Sanchez laughed and lit up just as Snorlax closed with him. Both pokemon slammed into each other, and for the second time in as many minutes, the battlefield was rocked by a gigantic shockwave only this time the energy was thrown upwards and out instead of just down.

I had to brace and lean into the explosion gritting my teeth as dust swept my form.

A moment later it dissipated and I bore witness to Sanchez and the Snorlax both down on their fronts, their eyes locked with their opponent only for them to slide shut.

Both of them looked oddly pleased with themselves.

"Both pokemon are unable to battle! Both pokemon must be withdrawn! The match is now two to one!"

I whistled, impressed. "I was not expecting that from you," I said to Scarlet. Alright, she'd come to throw down, I could respect that. She had good strategies and pokemon, so if I let her, she'd turn this into a slug fest.

Scarlet grinned. "No one was expecting Snorlax!" she crowed happily.

I felt my lips twitch. "No one expects the Snorlax inquisition," I said, unable to help myself as my brain-to-mouth filter apparently went on vacation.

I must have been a bit shaken by that exchange, otherwise, I would never be quoting old memes.

Scarlet seemed to enjoy it though as she tilted her head and smiled. "I like it!" she said. "I hope you like this next one I have as well!" she said. "You're not the only one with surprises up your sleeve!"

I chuckled and selected my next pokemon.

I raised up Jormungandr's pokeball and held it aloft for a moment. "This one's for you Guybro," I said, and for a moment I wondered if he heard me but then the idle thought vanished. I had no doubt a few people would be confused by the statement when they reviewed the video feed later.

Then I sent out Jormungandr and my giant Steelix took to the stage just as Scarlet revealed her next pokemon to be a Poliwrath.

I drew up my sleeve and pushed energy into the bond. A cry of surprise swept through the crowd as they caught sight of the bracer that I used to carry my keystone.

On a small gem underneath Jormungandr's neck another gem gleamed with energy.

Scarlet had just long enough to realise what this meant before I acted.

"JORM! MEGA EVOLVE!" I shouted, playing into the moment as I copied Sabrina's pose from her match against Will, my fist punching into the air.

"Shit!" Scarlet cried, not doubting for a second I could do what I claimed. "Hydro—" Her order, just like Poliwrath's attack, was swept away as the energy I'd fed into Jorm ignited and his form rippled. Energy exploded off him with rainbow arcs and a few moments later a much larger Jorm towered above Poliwrath.

"Damn it! No fair! I thought Snorlax was going to be the only reveal of this match!" shouted Scarlet, despite grinning.

I smiled back. "Blame yourself. I felt you were worthy," I said, before punching my fist forward. "Bulldoze!" I called.

Jorm leapt forward, using his explosive attacking power to push himself.

"Stop them dead with Dynamic Punch!" cried Scarlet, deciding to change her hand.

Her pokemon jumped, its fist cocked back and ready to punish Jorm.

"Roll," I said firmly.

Jorm surprised everyone but me by tilting his body so that his head struck the ground. Instead of slamming a fist into Jorm's head, the attack whiffed only for the follow-up strike of Jorm's, much longer, much heavier tail to descend straight onto the falling Poliwrath.

Jorm practically volleyball spiked Poliwrath into the ground with Iron Tail.

When Jorm rose up I could only grin with pride as Poliwrath was revealed to be out cold from the powerful hit.

"Damn! Should have known you'd be wise to a Poliwrath's attacks," said Scarlet, with a click of her tongue.

She reached for another ball only to pause and eyeball Jormungandr. She wet her lips and held her pose and I realised she was trying to see if she could time out Jorm's Mega-evolution.

I smirked and focussed extra energy into the bond, making sure to keep it as stable as possible.

It felt a lot easier now compared to the first time. By the time the countdown for Scarlet began to end Jorm wasn't even wavering and I knew I could get a few more hits from him despite the delay.

Scarlet shot me a chagrined look as she hurled out her next pokemon but I wasn't too bothered by the tactic. I had to admit it was a valid move, if annoying.

"Let's go Hitmonlee!" she said, sending out one of the other pokemon I'd guessed. "Get in for Close Combat!" she roared, and Hitmonlee didn't waste any time sprinting towards Jorm.

I was feeling a little vindictive so I pointed straight at her pokemon and grinned. "Go," I said firmly, and once again Jormungandr leapt into the attack, only this time when he landed he drove Hitmonlee back

Jorm surged across the field, Hitmonlee caught on his face stunned for a moment before he snapped off two kicks that made Jorm groan even as he accelerated.

A moment later both pokemon slammed into the barrier on the side of the field sending another wave of dust into the air.

As the dust cleared around the pulsing yellow barrier, Jormungandr rose up swaying and dizzy.

Hitmonlee didn't.

"The match is four to one!" announced the referee as Scarlet groaned.

Scarlet perked up as a glow formed around Jorm, his Mega evolution beginning to dissolve.

I could probably get another move in if she was quick to send her next pokemon out but I doubted that was going to happen. I glanced around and noticed all the cameras locked on Jorm. I decided to not reveal all of the tricks to Mega evolution here instead returning him so that people couldn't get too clear an idea of how many moves or how long it would take to run down the clock for Jorm's Mega evolution.

Scarlet looked at me with a frown as we both reached for our next pokemon. I had a good idea of who she was going to bring out, just as I had my own choice.

"Go Vileplume!"

"Bertha!" I shouted.

Bertha appeared with a heavy thump and gave the field a quick look over only to glower at the Grass type that looked very pleased with this match up. Scarlet perked up for all of a moment.

Then I crushed her hopes by waving a hand. "Surf combination," I said. Bertha grinned and stepped back, calling up a wave to lift her heavy form.

Scarlet frowned only to quickly catch what was coming next. "Petal Dance!" said Scarlet, sending her best move out. Pink petals formed around Vileplume and then shot towards Bertha who merely grinned and leapt behind the onrushing wave, allowing the attack to be weakened before it hit her.

Bertha groaned but didn't go down, making Scarlet desperately call for another Petal Dance before the wave reached her pokemon.

It was too late, and yet again, Scarlet had committed herself instead of shoring up her defences.

I pointed, not needing to give a command as Bertha disgorged a powerful Ice Beam, freezing the wave above Vileplume and making the grass-type pokemon take its own super effective damage.

It shivered and pushed its way up only to face another Ice Beam from Bertha as she ended the match.

Scarlet sighed and palmed her final pokemon.

I held up a hand and returned Bertha much to Scarlet's confusion. A moment later she blinked as I reached for Titan's Greatball.

"You're a heck of a trainer," I said, before sending out my strongest pokemon to face her strongest.

Titan greeted Ampharos with a roar that shook the stadium and Ampharos, instead of quaking in the face of such a strong pokemon, she met it head-on with a growl and a spark lighting up its form.

Scarlet punched her fist forward and Ampharos shot straight at Titan, its fist cocked back for what would no doubt be a powerful Focus Punch.

Titan swept his tail and a wave of rock stopped Ampharos' advance in its tracks.

With the field broken up like this, it was all too easy for Titan to claim it and abuse his foe, hammering hit after hit of Stone Edges into Scarlet's starter.

"Keep on the pressure!" I shouted. Not relenting with the barrage, if the field hadn't been so broken I might have tried for Earthquake, but with it this way I instead played to my strengths and one of Titan's strongest moves to end the match.

Ampharos dove and dodged, but it was unable to evade all the rocks that came its way.

I continued to push through, becoming an uncompromising wave of rock. Through my bond Titan could feel my anticipation and he matched me, leaning into his attacks just a little more forcing Ampharos to move quicker.

With this amount of pressure I knew it was just a matter of time until I closed it out. I was so close I could taste victory on my tongue.

Ampharos took a bad stumble and I felt my excitement peak as Titan fired off a huge Stone Edge that hammered into the off-kilter pokemon.

Ampharos collapsed with a pained wail only to land heavily and not stand up.

Scarlet returned her pokemon with a sigh.

The referee shot their flag up and I blinked as a sudden realisation of what the match being over meant.

"Ampharos is unable to battle, and that means the winner is, therefore, Brock From Pewter City!"

I grinned and unleashed all of my pokemon behind me.

From their pokeballs, Tide, Bertha, Jormungandr and Zephyr appeared. They looked around in shock only to catch sight of the scoreboard.

Titan stomped his foot signalling he wanted our attention. He punched upwards once and then raised his head and roared in triumph.

I joined in with the rest of the pokemon as the tension that had been lingering in my stomach released itself.

Nothing was going to happen, no incident was going to demand my attention.

My paranoia, justified as it had been in the past, was just that this time, merely paranoia.

It had been far too long since I'd felt this way.

I let myself bask in the moment.

We had won.



A.N. Thanks go to my patreons for your continued support!

Thanks go to Twmmy for betaing this chapter.
 
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Heh, with that title I expected something to go wrong, but I guess Brock's worries were all in his head this time. Definitely an important moment for him.
 
I really, really like Ralts. I somehow never pictured a baby Ralts acting like a spoiled kid, even if I probably should have. Probably too focused on the Fairy type.

Great battle and great chapter!
 
Go Brock, that was one heck of a fight to round out a fantastic tournament. The victory roar was just the right touch at the end too.
 
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