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""Happy birthday!"" Two adults voices shout as light illuminates the large wooden room. Confetti poppers immediately fire releasing a barrage of streamers. They land on the wooden floor and table; some land on the cake matching perfectly with its colorful sprinkles. The vanilla cake reads Happy Birthday Kyle with dark blue frosting as smoke derives from the ten candles sticking from atop it.
"Come to mama!" A woman shouts, opening up her arms, and taking a knee; The woman is tall, with long blonde hair, and blue eyes. She's wearing a plain white apron, a short sleeve light blue t-shirt, and black jeans."Mom we don't have to for this." Kyle says; Kyle is the average height for a ten year old boy. He shares most of his mother's features with the exception of his hair style which is a short and spiky. He's wearing a plain dark green t-shirt, and vanilla short khakis.
"Martha you can't baby him anymore." A man with his arms crossed sighs; The man is the same height as Martha. He has light brown hair that rises right above his eyes. He's wearing a white t-shirt and light green jogging pants.
"He's still my baby!" Martha begins to cry.
Kyle face-palms before his face begins to turn beet red.
"I think it's time for presents." Kyle's dad gives a heavy sigh before reaching in his back pocket pulling out a spherical object; The top half of the sphere is a light red while the bottom half is a pure white. The two colors are separated by a thin black line and a small white button in the center.
"No! He's not ready yet! Let's at least wait till he's eighteen!" Martha lunges towards her husband: covering the sphere with her hands.
"It's not for us to decide!" Kyle's dad yanks the sphere from under her hand and walks towards Kyle.
"NO!" Martha over-dramatically falls to the her knees and begins to cry.
"You do understand why your mom's worrying right? It's a dangerous world out there and this pokeball makes you a target to a lot of bad people. They'll try to use it for their own selfish agendas not caring about what happens to you or anyone else in the process. Now it's not all just evil there's also good. They're people who would do anything they can to make this world a better place. I hope you'll be one of them but that's all for you to decide." Kyle's dad gave a serious look as he held out his hand with the pokeball in it.
"I'll tell you my decision if I pass my trainer examination. Which i'm going to be late for!" Kyle snatches the pokeball from his father's hand and runs out the door.
"Of course you will. You're my son after all." Kyle's dad chuckles as the door slams.
Pokemon handler's license. Applicants must be over 10 years of age and are required to attend a half-day training session before qualifying to take a brief test. Those who pass this examination receive the license. Only licensed pokemon handler's may legally purchase pokeballs.
Kyle runs through the automatic doors of a ten story tall glass building with a sign reading Pokemon association. Standing on the other side is a large group of kids of different shapes, sizes, and gender standing in front of a large T.V that covers half the wall.
"You're late!" A girl shouts as she stomps towards Kyle; The girl is a little taller than Kyle. She has long red spiky hair and amber eyes. She's wearing a plain blue hoodie with black desert goggles around her neck and long brown khakis.
"You're face is late for Halloween." Kyle retorts.
"You're one to talk." The girl punches Kyle's shoulder as the two chuckle soon after.
"So what I miss." Kyle begins to look around.
"They made me pokemon champion nothing surprising." The girl crosses her arms and holds her head up high.
"Pokemon champion Arin. I'm not feeling it, but Champion Kyle now that's gold!" Kyle shakes his head as the two begin to chuckle again.
The lights begin to dim as the sessions begin.
The instructors spent the day teaching the kids pokemon types, stats, items, and etc. The day went on and the sun began to set. After the sessions were over the kids took a written examination those who got below a 70% were asked to leave and try again next time clearing out half the room before the final test a pokemon battle.
"Hmm, it's finally over." Arin stretches out her arms over her head.
"Wow! I can't believe so many people failed. Most of the stuff on the test was on the sessions." Kyle looks around the room.
"Pff the classes were boring. I sure wasn't paying attention. Lucky for me most of the stuff on the test my dad already taught me." Arin continues to stretch.
"Let's just get this over with." Kyle sighs as the two walk up the stairs to the second floor; The second floor of the building is a long narrow hallway with multiple doors on each side. Each door has a red number labeled on it.
"You better not lose." Arin chuckles as she points to the number 1 on her door.
"Tsk, how'd she get 1 and I got 24… Wow you people have too much money." Kyle sighs arriving at his door to see on the other side is a room of nature with trees that reach the ceiling surrounding the grass that rises above Kyle's ankles.
"Welcome future young trainer! We're glad you have made it this far and we ensure you this is the final test to get your Pokemon handler's license! The rules are quite simple defeat the wild pokemon before you with a pokemon we have provided or one you yourself brought!" A man's voice echoes in the room.
The grass immediately began rustling. A small purple rodent, with long front teeth, whiskers, and a slightly curled tail slowly pop up it's head up and began looking around.
"Alright, time to see what mom and dad gave me." Kyle takes a deep breath. He pulls out his pocket a pokeball and presses the button in the center to slightly enlarge it before throwing it in the air. The ball opens up releasing a white lightning that strikes the ground. The lightning takes the shape of a small humanoid with gray skin, red eyes, and three brown ridges on top of its head.
"So you have chosen Machop to go up against the wild Rattata! A good choice type wise but the level gap is enormous! Are you sure you want to continue with your own personal pokemon!" The speaker voice shouts in shock.
"May I ask what moves he knows?" Kyle looks up and shouts.
"...Only leer and low kick." The speaker says slowly losing his previous excitement.
"Thank you very much. Let's begin the test shall we Machop." Machop spreads his legs as Rattata begins to hiss at him.
Wild Pokemon Battle Machop vs Rattata
Rattata turns around starting wag it's tail in a circular motion as Machop follows the tail with his eyes not leaving his battle stance.
"Let's go on the attack! Machop use low kick!" Machop shook his head and began running towards Rattata. He does a clean slide kick making a dust cloud in the process causing Kyle to only see their silhouette. Rattata fell on its side from the attack as Machop got back in his battle stance a safe distance away.
Rattata gave out an even louder hissing sound than before.
Kyle runs around the dust cloud to clearly see the battle soon stopping at the far right of the two pokemon.
Rattata gets back up and sprints towards Machop.
"Fast! Counter with leer!" Kyle swings his arm as Machop's eyes glow red trying to track Rattata who is seemingly teleporting from left to right.
Rattata disappears one more time before attacking head first into Machop's core.
Machop gave a painful groan on impact as he flew back, his feet slightly leaving the ground. He catches himself using his toes to dig into the ground, sliding back leaving a long trail of dug up dirt and grass before finally placing his feet firmly on the ground. Straightaway he fell to one knee putting his hand over the wound as he grits his teeth.
Rattata turns around and begins wagging it's tail once again.
"Machop leer!" Machop's eyes glow red as he struggles to completely open both.
Rattata turns around and begins charging at Machop who weakly starts standing up in response.
"Low kick!" Kyle shouts as Rattata draws near. Machop does a swift sweep kick on Rattata's front two legs, using the momentum to do a spin dodging the attack.
"Did we win?" Kyle slowly walks towards Rattata who is face first in the ground and begins slightly tapping it. Rattata rolls over to its side revealing its eyes spinning like a top.
"CONGRATULATIONS! I honestly did not expect you to win with such a big handicap but you proved me wrong! So it is with my great honor to bestow upon you your pokemon handler's license." A pedestal rises from the ground in front of Kyle with a digital red card on top of it. The card switched from Kyle's name and i.d number to Machop's stats, moves and gender.
"It's time to go home." Kyle picks up the card and smiles.
He tries returning Machop to his pokeball but he just growls and swats the air.
"Fine walk back then, but i'm fixing you up when we get home." Kyle puts away the pokeball and walks out the room and past door 1 wide open with no one inside.
"Welcome home son, so how'd the test go?" Kyle's dad smiles when Kyle walks through the door.
