Chapter 1 A new day

It was a beautiful day on Clover Island. The sun was rising over the horizon with the sunbeams glittering on the water's surface. The dew was falling from the leaves and there wasn't a cloud as far as the eye could see.

Clover Island is a small island measuring 22.78 square kilometers in archipelago near Marsh Beach City. The island is a nature preserve but it is legal to live there if you don't disturb the natural wildlife. It is beautiful. It has big forests rich with wildlife, mountains where fighting type pokémon train, fields where Miltank run and ruminate, plenty of beaches where people and pokémon can play and relax together. While people do live on the island not many tend to stay all year round. One of the few people who does spend all year in this paradise is a young man named Carl Johansen.

Carl is a man of average height. He has mint colored eyes and longish saddlebrown hair.

Carl is the former champion of the Sweōrice region but he retired just after he won. He is the owner of the largest house on the island. It was built with the money he recieved on becoming champion three years ago. But sitting on a chair in an empty chamber 24/7 and waiting for a new challenger was not something Carl would like to do for the rest of his days. He just wanted to prove his worth and then it became somewhat of a hobby. By the time he got bored he had already defeated the elite four fifteen times with different pokemon each time. He was now living a happy life with his ninety beloved pokemon that helped him win against the elite four.

The house he lives in has four floors including a basement. The house(or should I say mansion) has central heating, a fireplace and one room for all pokemon each with a king sized bed. Located on a cliff by the sea in the front and valleys in the back, there's a boxing ring where Carl lets his fighting pokémon spar with each other, a private lake where he and his water types go for a swim and the best of all a wi-fi tower that also worked as a nest for his bird pokemon. It had at least a million times better reception than that shitty network he had to use when he went to a boarding school. When Carl wasn't busy playing with his pokémon outside he was on the internet.

One peculiar thing about Carl is that he does not keep his pokémon in pokéballs unless he needs to go to the main land to buy groceries. Otherwise he just lets them roam free on the island.

Carl woke up when his Altaria, Cloud Wing, ejected a loud crow. He sat up and made a yawn so loud and powerful that it could just as well have been a pokémon. Carl is kind of a sleepy head so mornings weren't his thing. He went back to bed and fell asleep almost instantly. That made Cloud Wing angry and she crowed even louder in hope of waking Carl up again. But Carl ignored the noises which made her even angrier. In the end Cloud Wing left and a few moments later his Hariyama, Yokozuna, came in and used Wake-Up-Slap on his trainer. Ow! Okay okay! I'm awake, jeez... he said chuckling while rubbing his red cheeks with his hand. After putting on his robe he went downstairs to get breakfast. He sat down at a giant table in the dining room. There were 91 chairs but it wasn't common for all his pokemon to gather for breakfast. By the time Carl wakes up most of them are already finished and out doing their own activities.

As usual his Blissey, Nurse Ovary, was making him scrambled eggs while, Deeborah, his Vespiquen and Super Cow, his Miltank, made him some tea with milk and honey. It was the tastiest breakfast Carl had ever eaten. He decided to finish it outside on the porch where he could get a better view of the sea. On his way out he passed Lazy Bum, his Slaking, lying on the couch not moving a muscle. Carl sighed. "Gee, and I thought I was lazy," he said before he left the huge ape. When he reached the porch he sat down and gazed out to sea where he saw some boats passing by and took a deep breath. "Ah what a fresh seabreeze," he said afterwhich he turned his head towards the mountains and saw his female Blaziken, Hot Chick, and his Conkeldurr, Buffo, sparring.

Hot Chick delivered quick and fiery punches and kicks while Buffo blocked them with his concrete pillars as if he needs those anyway. His arms were like tree trunks! He used the pillars mostly as walking canes to support the weight of his aged body. Carl enjoyed watching his pokemon perform for him especially Hot Chick. He thought that the way the flames surrounded her claws and feet when she attacked made her look both fierce and graceful at the same time. The view enticed him so much that he didn't notice something growing in his boxers. Buffo swung one of his pillars but Hot Chick reacted and jumped high into the air. She then divekicked towards the muscular beast but lost focus when she, only for a moment, looked at her trainer and noticed the large bulge on his lower region. "Hot Chick! Watch where you're going!" He shouted but it was too late. When Hot Chick looked she went right into a rock wall and tumbled to the ground, which looked like it hurt. Buffo reached out his tree trunk sized arm in an attempt to help Hot Chick get up. He gently grabbed her claw with his hand that was big enough to reach around Hot Chicks waist and pulled her up. Carl walked up to the two fighting types and said: "It was a good battle but you need to focus more Hot Chick." Hot Chick looked down in shame before raising her head to a certain angle and then went wide eyed. Carl wondered what his blaziken was looking at until he looked down himself and when he realised why his pokémon had lost focus he quickly covered himself with his bathrobe. Both he and his pokemon blushed and looked away. There was an awkward silence. "Uhm… So... Anyway... It was one hell of a kick," he said and pointed towards the rock which had been shattered into pieces. "I think that must've hurt the rock more than it hurt you. Keep it up guys and gals, I'm going to the mountains for a climb."