The snake pokémon gripped his backpack in his hands. He pushed the door and took a last look in his old world, the one that he would leave for years to come. The sun was slowly rising. He walked slowly across the fields. He smelled the aroma of the flowers and said one last goodbye to his village, then kept on marching forward where he met another pokémon.
"Hi!" he said.
"Hi," the snake pokémon replied.
"My name is Cyndaquil, what's yours?"
"Snivy." he replied.
"You are going to the Pokémon Training School right?"
"Yeah,"
"Well, I think we should be great pals right?"
"Maybe, I guess."
They kept on going until they reached the dock at the very other side of Kanoka Town. This was where pokémon departed to sail to the mainland. Soon a Wailord approached the dock.
"I believe the training academy said to get onto a Wailord, right?" Cyndaquil asked. Snivy didn't respond. "Oh well this is my first time to ride on a Wailord." Snivy and Cyndaquil got on, there were even more pokémon on board. Once Wailord started swimming across the bay, Cyndaquil started whimpering.
"Cyndaquil cut it out, you aren't gonna drown." Snivy said.
"Easy to say for a grass-type pokémon like you." He muttered as he scooted towards the middle of the 'ship'
"Learn to overcome your fears, don't you take baths?"
"Yes, and I'd rather run a marathon than take a bath." Snivy laughed at Cyndaquil.
"Well, don't worry too much about water. In the future you will have to learn to be able to take down water-types. Just because of the disadvantages doesn't mean you will lose." Snivy said. "You have to learn to accept that."
"But haven't you felt the feeling of losing, it makes you feel like you are just, bad."
"But that doesn't affect you at all. You will always be you." Snivy explained. The Wailord was reaching a nearby dock. "Well let's get ready, we're almost there."
Snivy and Cyndaquil walked over to a big building. The sign said: Pokémon Training Academy.
"So this is where we are supposed to go. After we pass some random test they make for us once we studied here long enough we will go to one of those apartment rooms. There bigger and better than typical apartments, and if you pass the test the apartment will be free, no mortgage or anything." Cyndaquil explained. Snivy and Cyndaquil looked around in awe. The village was made for those who want to learn how to fight. Here was the point where the futures of many pokémon take a turn to a new bright future. No one has ever disagreed with that.
"We better get going, or we will be late." Snivy warned. They entered the building directly. They would need to walk many steps before getting to the 8th floor.
"Okay, anything you want to talk about?" Snivy suggested.
"Let's see, there are ranks that are given to various pokémon. D-Rank is just a typical level for most beginners. C-Rank is the average level for pokémon serving his clan, village or any sort of community. B-Rank pokémon are usually given missions that affect a huge area of the pokémon world. A-Rank are really strong, a strong nation would hire these kind of pokémon to join an organization called PTPW although most of them still serve their own country. S-Rank is a very hard rank to reach, all leaders of a very strong village, country or territory is at this rank, once you're at this rank you're like a legend. Then"-
"We're here." Snivy interrupted. They walked into the room. To their disappointment, it looked like any plain old classroom except for the fact that there were punching bags in the room. They sat in the remaining seats in the room. A Bibarel was teaching the class.
"Good morning students! Today we will…and then….and soon…so….flip to…in you textbook…while I…wait…no, no, no….yes, that is correct….Now you….hey…because this happens….centers….mental therapists…rapists….the way of the ninja….failure…you epic fail…..so you must…."