A/N: Wow I'm embarrassed by the last chapter. Whatever, writing's about having fun. I'll improve as I have fun. Please enjoy the final installment of the first arc, Training.


A lot of trainers were eager to challenge the Mistralton City Gym Leader. So much that Bianca had to book an appointment before she even got to Mistralton City, almost two weeks ago.

She held her Xtranceiver up to her face and shuffled through a list of contacts, before stettling on one name. She pressed a button, and the device started to ring. It was several seconds before the device read "NO ANSWER."

"Pick up, Georgia," Bianca said under her breath. She dialed again, hoping for better luck this time.

She spent a few minutes dialing and waiting, almost on the verge of tears. Georgia said she'd be there to watch her Gym Battle. Did she forget?

"Georgia wouldn't forget," Bianca told herself. "She's probably just in another call, or busy, or..."

Or maybe she did forget. Maybe she doesn't care. Maybe she just told you she'd come so you would stop bugging her and let her get back to training for the Clubsplosion tournament. Negative thoughts flooded through Bianca's little head.

They met up two days prior, at the city's Pokemon Center. Bianca was quick to remind Georgia that the Dragon Buster said that she would watch her match. Georgia nodded and said she wouldn't forget. But she also told her that would be unavailable most of the time before then, as she wanted to train before Don George's next tournament.

Bianca reasoned that she was probably training in Mistralton Tower again, and was too busy with batting to notice her Xtranceiver. Bianca would just have to show up there and remind Georgia about the Gym match.


To Bianca's surprise, dozens of people were crowded around the base of the Tower. She tapped a young man on the shoulder and asked him, "What's going on? What's everybody doing here?"

"Wishing Bell Festival," she man told her. "During the festival, there's this contest, see?"
"Uh huh, uh huh..."

"Trainers compete to ring the bell at the top of Mistralton Tower and get a wish."

"Are any of those Trainers a girl with pink hair?" Bianca asked.

"I think there's only a few guys left in the contest," the man answered, scratching his chin. "There might have been a girl like that, but I don't know."

"Thanks anyway," Bianca said with a resigned sigh. "Wait. Is there any chance she might be close by?"

"She could be in the audience," the young man said. "I'll lift you up so-"

Bianca squealed and grabbed the young man by the shoulders. After hitching up her skirt slightly, she dug her foot into his back and started to climb him. Now, she had her legs wrapped around his chest, and an arm wrapped around his neck.

"Thanks!" she told him. "Keep an eye out for my friend, too."

"I was thinking one of my Pokemon could lift you up," the man groaned. it was hard to talk with a teenage girl on you and her hands on your throat.

Bianca put a hand over her eyebrows, blocking the sun from her eyes, and searched through the crowd for any sign of Georgia. No funny hat hiding pink hair in sight.

Seven minutes past, and the winner of the contest was announced, though Bianca didn't catch who won. Bianca climbed down from her human perch.

"Thank you for your help," she said to him, bowing repeatedly. "Sorry if I was any trouble!"
"N-no problem," he said awkwardly, his smile twitching. "Although, if you're climbing someone again, could you give them a little warning first? I'll be sore for hours."

"Hours?" she repeated. "Oh no! I'm an hour late for my match!"


The Gym was about twenty minutes away from Mistralton Tower. By the time Bianca got there, the rain had picked up. She was scurrying faster and faster to avoid getting wet.

"Sorry in advance!" she screamed as she ran through the line of people outside the Gym. Though most of them were in raincoats, they were all pushed into the ground and got coated with mud and water.

Bianca pushed the Gym's doors open and ran inside. Her wet show slipped on the smooth floor. She fell forward and landed on her chin.

Bianca lay on the floor for a bit, hiding her face in embarrassment. This was not my day, not my day, not my day...

"Smooth move, princess" came a familiar voice.

Bianca looked up to see Georgia's gloved hand in front of her. Bianca took it, and let Georgia help her off the ground.
"You're...here?" Bianca barely managed to squeak the words out.
"I said I would be, didn't I?" Georgia said. "I've been waiting for you here for so long that I fell asleep on a bench."

"Didn't the calls I gave you wake you up?" Bianca asked. "I've been calling you non-stop."

Georgia looked at her wrist and blinked. "Huh," she mumbled. "Guess I forgot my Xtranceiver at the Pokemon Center."

"So, you didn't forget," Bianca said with a smile. "You do care!"

"Figures you would be late for your own match!" Georgia scoffed. "Now hurry up and battle Skyla before someone else does."

Bianca, soaked with rain and a bit of mud, late for her match, and with a light bruise on her chin, smiled. She wrapped her arms around her friend and hug her tight.

"Gross!" Georgia yelled. "Get off of me! You smell like a wet Patrat!"

"Thank you, Georgia," Bianca said.