A child with red hair was crouching near a pond, looking for some good fish to catch. Another boy with black hair, more aged and shaggy looking, was stalking up to him.

"I bet I can catch this Magikarp with my bare-"

The redhead was temporarily shocked as the shaggy teen put his around the boy's neck. "Benga, don't scare me like that!"

"And you need to go the family dojo a little bit more, brother."

"Are you for real, Ben? Can't you see this?" Alder pointed to the sweat dripping down his neck. He had trained for hours long.

Benga smirked and replied, "That's nothing". Benga undid the tattered wrapping on his fist. There were some blotches of blood on it. As soon as it was undone, fresh blood spewed from the knuckles of his right hand. "Gramps made me punch a tree of his choice until my fist's imprint was there."

Alder was in shock. "What the-why are you proud of that?! That looks painful and…wait," Alder's face came to realization, "you're doing his little Blood Pact Challenge, aren't you? So you finally began it," Alder laughed.

"Well, I have a question for you-why are you laughing at me?!"

Alder showed his brilliant teeth in a wide grin. Even though he was the younger one, the divine power from above decided to bestow more power to him than his older brother. He took his grandfather's Blood Pact challenge just two months ago. Basically, a student, in order to graduate from the dojo, had to take it. They had to wear out their limbs till-well, the title spoke for itself. It tested both physical strength and mental capacity. An important feature of the test was that it was kept secret and students weren't allowed to boast about it to each other, although, through a loophole, one could certainly explain through a few hints, just like Benga did. Time for Alder to explain!

"Ugh, I'm not surprised. Gramps always gloats to everyone else how you're a martial arts expert. Not only did you master Aikido, Tae Kwon Do, Capoeira, and Arceus knows how many more arts, you also decided to finish up Gramp's Chi no Tsubasa style. All in 13 years! Little brat. Anyways, what did Gramps tell you to do now?"

Alder put a finger to his chin. "Welp, I'm not sure. Gramps said I could learn some more arts and styles, or I could just stop martial arts for a while. After all, this world is loaded with Pokémon. I could always go to Professor Hawthorne in Castelia City. He's a newbie Professor that just moved from Kalos, and he's the son of Gramp's friend. In fact, Gramps said I should go if I'm interested. Plus, it's only a day away to reach there. He's giving away Eggs that are about to hatch to Trainers who want them."

Benga laughed. "Hahahahahahaha! That's the one thing you'll never be good at. You may be a genius at martial arts, but we've gone through this. Remember the time that Wanderer gave us two Pokémon of equal strength to borrow for that one match? I crushed you in seconds. And trust me; I'm one of the worst in battling. How could you, the lower than the lowest, become a good Trainer?"

Alder blushed. "I never said I was gonna be a good one, dum-dum. Besides, I could always try." He then smirked. "At least I'm not a COMPLETE failure, unlike a certain someone…"

"That's it, prepare to die."

AN: That my friends, was one of the worst stories of your lives. Anyways, I plan on adding additional chapters; unlike the complete garbage I created last time (it's gone now). Still, expect a ton of hiatuses. My life is crazy, people. Have a great day, and criticize me to a pulp.