Y'know, other than Traveler and Challenger..I haven't paid much attention at all to Pokemon. Heck, I bought Sun the day it came out and only just got around to playing a little bit of it a few days back. Course, now I'm taking a break from it until Pokemon Bank is open. I need my Charizard!

Anyway. Break. That's the special word here. Upon the advice from a few of my readers, I decided to take a little break from Pokemon. As far as stories went, I wasn't having much luck on continuing what I already had up. Sure my life was hectic, and really busy but still. Either way, I came back a bit and read over a story that in the beginning, didn't really appeal to me because of the sheer amount of use of the word 'blush'. But, upon reading it over again not long ago I saw that he tidied it up a bit and picked some better word choices. And I have to admit, he/she..they restored some of my hope for the Pokemon archive outside of the badass stories like Traveler and Challenger.

The story I'm talking about, is Colosseum King, written by RyoshiMorino. While it could use a bit more description as far as battles go, I have to admit this story is good. Outside of everything serious, I enjoyed this story. It even inspired me to play Colosseum and XD again, and I enjoyed it. The inspiration grew on me a bit, and the beginnings of a story bloomed for me.

I admit, I get complaints about the stories I begin and don't get around to continuing, or starting new ones and so on so forth. What an add complaint. I understand complaints on grammar, spelling, plot, characterization, fights and so on so forth. But complaining about me actually taking time out of my busy, busy schedule to write something for others to read, instead of writing something else.

..Who the fuck am I kidding with this humble, gracious shit? Bitch please, if it bothers you piss the fuck off. Death threats, hack threats and all that crap. I've been getting them for a while now. They're about as threatening as the dirt I clean from my fingernails at the end of the day. To be honest, I usually just share the messages with my friends and we get a good laugh outta it, then find some amusement in verbally sodomizing them. There was this one guy like a week back that I got a good chuckle out of. Gave him the old reach around, a sarcastic, widespread example of why he was a shit baby that was conceived from his mother eating my feces out of the toilet bowl.

Good times...I'll miss that guy when he gets flushed down the great big toilet bowl in the sky.

Anyway, enough of that crap. To summarize, you should check out Colosseum King and I'll let you get on to reading this prologue.


Months had passed, yet he grew so little.

He missed his travelling companions. He missed his team. Most of all, he missed his beloved partner and master. It seemed, that every day he trudged back towards Terminus Cave after taking care of those abominable roots, regretting his and his Trainer's choice more and more.

Greninja heaved a deep sigh as he made it into the cave, moving quickly to a ledge over the green-tinted water. As usual, there was no sign of either Squishy or Z2. Not that he truly minded, while Squishy was a cherished companion. He wasn't much for conversation and the less time he had to spend around Z2 the better.

Despite the efforts of his friends and trainer, Z2 still had lacked much of a favourable opinion when it came to humans. Greninja preferred to stay out of the small land dragon's way, lest they come to blows like they almost had on quite a few occasion's when the little green pokemon had insulted his trainer.

For truly, was his Trainer not exceptional? Was he not a hero in every sense of the word? A person, both pokemon and human-alike should strive to be like?

A sad, almost whimper resounded in his throat. He truly missed Ash, he missed everyone he traveled with, but Ash most of all. Being apart from his Trainer, it felt like he was a shell of who he was once. Like a part of his soul was missing.

… But wasn't that true anyway? He and his Trainer had become one in everything but their physical bodies. He missed the comforting presence of his Trainer's mind attached to the forefront of his own. He could still feel their connection, their unshakeable bond...but there was a distance there now, a distance that had been there since the moment they separated to go on their different path's.

At the very least, he could still tap into some of Ash's emotions, see some of his memories. From what he'd gathered, in the last few months his trainer had grown. He'd captured some new pokemon, he'd made new friends and began an all new journey.

His strength continued to grow and grow. It was almost heartbreaking, Greninja mused. His Trainer became stronger and stronger, while he stagnated. Even the tips and instructions Ash left with him before they parted had helped little. It reminded him of his days as a Froakie, before meeting his Trainer.

How utterly slow his progress was. For all the training he'd done as a Froakie, he grew so little. It wasn't until he met Ash had his strength come to grow at a phenomenal rate. And now, despite the strength and experience he'd gained training under Ash, he still grew so slowly. Truly, Sycamore knew what he was talking about way back then when he told him as a Froakie that he'd need a Trainer he trusted to grow as strong as he wanted.

A well of frustration surged within his chest. Eye's narrowing, Greninja unfurled his tongue, pitch black energy gathering within his mouth and spat out in a widespread beam of black power that tore through pillars on the other side of the cave in the blink of an eye.

Fist clenched, he slammed it into the ground beside him, cracking the stone ledge from the force. "Ninja!" he spat, anger clouding his voice.

He was not strong enough. He managed to defeat Mega-Sceptile, but he couldn't bring down Mega-Charizard. It galled at him, constantly. Even becoming one with his Trainer, borrowing his Trainer's strength didn't give him the power to win. He was too weak to give Ash the victory he sought, too weak to help his Trainer grasp his dreams, even after everything Ash had done for him.

It hurt all the more when he realized from Ash's memories – he was not his Trainer's strongest pokemon. Oh how it galled him to know that his trainer's strongest pokemon was a Charizard, not even a Mega-Charizard like his rival was. To think, there was such a gap between him and a pokemon that didn't even have a mega form to become stronger with. And that gap would only grow larger still when Ash eventually gained a Mega Stone like Alain.

But there were more, more pokemon he'd never met. Only seen through his Trainer's eyes. A Sceptile, an Infernape, Pidgeot, Snorlax and even Pikachu himself was far stronger before having his strength stolen. And those were not all the pokemon that could possibly overcome him even when joined with his Trainer as one.

It hurt to know his Trainer had relied on him, put all his faith in him to win. And he failed. And now, he fell further and further behind.

Feeling his frustration bubbling up again, Greninja closed his eyes and let loose a deep, morose sigh. Collapsing on his side he tried to gain some rest.

When hours later, he managed to finally fall asleep… he dreamt of amber eyes, a bright smile and a companionship he missed more than anything in this world.


Greninja awoke in a start. He did not know how he felt it, he just knew at that very moment he was being targeted for an attack. Like he could see it from another perspective, flashes of green surging towards his sleeping form.

The other view disappeared and in a split instant, Greninja jumped. His eye's widened as he saw hundreds upon hundreds glowing green, incredibly sharp leaves tear through the rocky surface he was sleeping upon like feeble grass.

Turning, Greninja only had a split second to call upon two blades of ethereal purple energy before two green leaves crashed into them. The power behind the blow sent Greninja soaring backwards. He righted himself quickly, feet glowing white as he kicked into the rocky surface of the wall he was sent towards, digging his feet into the surface.

His eyes grew wider still as when he locked eyes upon his opponent, instead of seeing them, all he saw was a gargantuan golden beam of power tearing towards him. Having no time to call upon enough energy to counter with his Hyper Beam, Greninja dismissed his Night Slash and shot himself into the air, above the attack.

He paid no heed as the powerful energy attack tore straight through the cave, punching through meters upon meters of stone and creating a massive hole towards the outside. He didn't stop to think, he merely acted upon the battle instinct ingrained upon him by the training he went through under Ash.

A watery shuriken bloomed in each of his hands. For a split moment, he was dismayed at their tiny size, not at all like like his ultimate attack when he became one with Ash. He squashed the dismay immediately and threw the attacks spiralling through the air towards where he could see where the beam originated from.

Greninja did not watch as they swerved towards his target, one from each side. He kicked himself towards the ground, not paying much mind as the powerful energy beam cut off, and a barrage of hundreds of glowing green bullet like projectiles tore through the air, ripping apart his Water Shuriken before they even came close.

Instead, Greninja reached the ground head first and sunk right through it, his body becoming intangible, all traces of his body gone except for a thin shadow stretched across the stone flooring.

The shadow surged. In the blink of an eye, the shadow slithered across the cave, just in time for his attacker to land right in front of him. Greninja shot up out of his shadowy state, legs up to the knee and arms up to the elbow empowered with blinding white light.

From behind, Greninja got his first look at his attacker. A Sceptile, though quite unlike the one he knew. This one was taller, older and just from this brief ambush, Greninja could already tell… more powerful.

...Yet, familiar.

Either way, Greninja did not hesitate. Twisting into the air, Greninja launched an Aerial Ace enhanced spinning kick right towards the side of his opponent's neck. Just like Ash taught him, a debilitating strike to uproot his opponent's rhythm, then while they were stunned, go in for the finish.

His strike did not meet his opponent's neck, instead a fist glowing a bright blue intercepted his blow. A shock wave blasted outwards from where their attack's meet, the ground beneath the Sceptile cratering as it absorbed the force with its powerful legs.

No matter, gritting his teeth Greninja powered through. Forcing his kick to follow through even harder, Greninja threw himself into a rapid spin. In the blink of an eye, he was lunging downwards, elbow lashing down towards the back of his opponent's neck.

Pain welled up in his chest, he gagged. Before he could deliver the blow, his opponent had dove forward, bringing up a glowing white foot and catching him in the chest. The power behind the blow was phenomenal, yet hurt more than Greninja knew it should.

A fighting-type attack?

The kick robbed him of his breath, he couldn't fire an attack from his mouth to gain distance. Water Shuriken wouldn't be quick enough, Aerial Ace and Night Slash were useless, Sceptile had longer reach. If he couldn't make an attack, then he'd stop his opponent's in his tracks then.

His eyes erupted with furious golden light, but before he could fire the Extrasensory technique, the Sceptile spun on the one foot it had on ground, moving faster than Greninja could react to.

He saw it happening, but it was too fast. He could fight at that speed, and even faster when he joined with his trainer...but his body alone wasn't fast enough, and so he was forced to watch helplessly as white energy exploded from beneath the Sceptile, a Quick Attack to speed up its spin, and bring its leg around again and launch another kick into the centre of Greninja's stomach.

Greninja gagged, eyesight blurry and pain exploding from his naval as he was sent rocketing backwards. He managed to close his eyes and brace himself for the pain that was sure to follow in his back when he crashed against the stone walls of the cave.

...only, it never came.

His flight was stopped short. He felt confusion as a pair of arms wrapped around him, caught him. Greninja felt weightless for a breath moment as he felt his catcher spinning in the air, bleeding off the momentum from his brief flight and landing again.

Panic rose up in his mind, adrenaline churning through his veins. Whoever this was, where they trying to catch him!? HE REFUSED!

Ash was his only Trainer, he'd never accept another. He'd rather call upon a Night Slash and drive it through his throat than call another his Trainer. He brought all his strength to bear, tensing up and was about to break free from this hold upon him, destroy these would be usurpers of his loyalty and leave them to rot..

"Woah!" A familiar voice said with a chuckle. A warm, familiar voice that he knew better than anyone else's. A voice that had been with him through thick and thin, raising him from the weak little Froakie he used to be to the powerful Greninja he was now. A voice he knew, maybe even better than his own, "I can't believe we caught you off guard like that and you still managed to put up such a great fight!"

Eyes widening, Greninja whirled around within the hold that ensnared him. His eyes almost pooled with tears upon the sight that greeted him. He was a bit taller, shoulder's more broadened and wearing different clothing. But he could mistake those warm amber eyes for none else.

Now he realized why he saw the first attack coming. He'd seen it through his partner's eyes the whole time! He wondered about the attack for a moment before dismissing it entirely. Just being this close to his trainer again strengthened their bond, and he already knew why this occurrence happened.

"Gren-Ninja!" He cried joyously, happiness shooting throughout his entire body. He threw his arms around his partner's shoulder's, crushing against him in an embrace so desperate it felt like he might just disappear again.

Arms encircled around Greninja's lithe, muscled frame and he felt that familiar, comforting voice whisper in his mind, "I missed you too buddy." Ash said.


Attacks Used

Greninja - Hyper Beam, Night Slash, Water Shuriken, Shadow Sneak, Aerial Ace, Extrasensory

Sceptile - Leaf Storm, Leaf Blade, Solarbeam, Bullet Seed, Dual Chop, Quick Attack, Double Kick


The reason I listed the attacks used is because this was near enough from Greninja's point of view. He can't identify all the attacks used against him, and he wouldn't exactly say his own either, now would he? Don't worry either, this isn't the extent of the attacks they know either.

Now, I know quite a few people are probably gonna rage about how I made Greninja weaker than Charizard and blah blah blah. Seriously, for Kalos League Victory alone, a 700 word at most drabble, I got called a Charizard fanboy/cocksucker and quite few other names regarding Charizard and my sexuality.

But let's be honest guys. The anime as a whole has massive plot holes, and strength is quite often one of them. Sure, Greninja probably grew in strength even faster than his other pokemon because of Ash's experience as a trainer. But. all too often do others not take into account the experience pokemon already have. Everyone these days just looks towards Ash-Greninja and Mega Evolution and decides they're pretty much the be all and end all.

For the simpler idiots out there, I'll dumb it down a bit more. Charizard, after years with Ash and training in the Charicific Valley, would say be around level 85. By the way, don't take this too literally, this is just an example. Greninja, after the Kalos journey has grown quickly and is already level 55. But a level 55 Ash-Greninja, in the games is still gonna get stomped by a level 85 Charizard, more powerful form or not.

It annoys me that people completely disregard all the training Charizard, Sceptile and the like has gone through just because Greninja has a pretty and well designed new form. Greninja in no way, currently should have a claim for Ash's strongest. He's just too young to me at this point. He needs more time to grow, and in my own honest opinion Ash was a better trainer in Hoenn and Sinnoh than he was in Kalos.

Atleast those versions didn't get thrown off by a simple ice-field effect. Seriously, field effects are pretty much his thing!

Still, I'd call Kalos the best journey yet just because of the sheer fact that it has Serena. Dat kiss though! Ofcourse, then they had to ruin it with that monstrosity that has taken to calling himself Ash in the Sun and Moon anime.

Anyway, that's all folks. Until next time, see ya later.