Erik was excited, no, more than excited, much more than excited. He finally got to begin his journey as a Pokemon Trainer! His parents had given him a map, a journal, and 5 Poke Balls, along with some camping equipment. They had also given him a survival packet for emergencies. They worry too much, he thought when he was given it. The problem was he would need a Pokemon, as it was impossible to catch anything without weakening it. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw his dad, holding a sixth Poke Ball.
"You need a Pokemon, don't you?" he said. Contained in the Poke Ball was a Hoothoot. "This one tells you when it's 12:00 p.m. Both a Pokemon and a clock, in one! Not that you'll need a clock anyway, with that wristwatch of yours."
"Thanks Dad!" Erik said happily.
"Oh, and you should probably get a Pokedex from Professor Rowan, too. He lives in Sandgem Town," his dad added. "Well, bye! Keep in touch!"
"Bye, Dad!" he said, walking away. "See ya!" Right then, his mom appeared in the doorway.
"Leaving already?" She asked, sounding surprised. "Well, then. Bye! Call when you reach Sandgem!"
"I will! Bye!" Erik told her. He decided to check with his friend to see if he was leaving.
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As soon as he reached the door, Michael burst out, almost hitting him.
"Oh, hi Erik! You leaving too?" He asked.
"Yup! Got a Pokemon?" Erik asked.
"You bet!" Michael said, showing him a Pokeball, containing a Pikachu. Erik showed Michael his Hoothoot. "Nice! Seems mine has the advantage, though. Wanna battle?"
"Sure!" Erik replied. "Right at the center of town!" he added.
"Okay!" Michael said, walking over there. "Let's battle!"
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The new trainers sent out their Pokemon, ready to battle. Dad told me it knew Tackle and Growl. Better use Tackle, knowing Michael has the advantage.
"Hoothoot, Tackle!" Erik told his Hoothoot. It slammed itself into its opponent. A good amount of damage was dealt.
"Pikachu, Thundershock!" Michael said.
"Dodge, Hoothoot, quick!" Erik exclaimed. The attempt was unsuccessful. I've got to end this, and quickly! "Okay, Tackle!" It hit perfectly. Erik was told this was called a 'Critical Hit'.
"Probably should get that attack down, shouldn't I? Pikachu, use Growl!" Michael told his Pikachu.
"You used the wrong move, it seems. Tackle!" Erik said. Pikachu fell over, fainted.
"I lost?" Michael mumbled feebly. "Well, I shouldn't be a sore loser. You're good, Erik, you're good."
"Thanks. Let's heal our Pokemon, and get going!" Erik said happily. The two healed their Pokemon, and set off for Sandgem Town.
