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Chapter 10: Resistance is futile….
The first battle of four had ended in success. It was so futile for people to resist. The outcome was certain every time. This world will be liberated.
"Wow, what strong Pokémon," The ghost type opponent complimented.
"Thank, you. We have certainly been training hard." I replied.
"May write a book about you?" She pulled out a pen and paper.
I hesitated then smiled "Why of course you can."
"Ok then, first question. What is your name?"
"Natural Harmonia Groupis."
"Ok, moving on. Why are your Pokémon out of their pokeballs."
This question really made me mad. "BECAUSE THEY DON'T DESRERVE TO BE LOCKED AWAY IN SUCH TINY CAPSULES! CONCEALED IN THE DARK ALL DAY! THEY DESERVE TO LIVE A FREE LIFE!"
"Okay, then. What re your motives behind your little project?" She looked at me from over her glasses, like a librarian.
"Well you see….." I began.
Then static filled the room, followed by a muffled voice. "Shauntal, can you hear me. If the target is with you say nothing. But just listen. You need to keep him there for a long time if you can. Kepp him off track. Tell him you want to write a book about him or something. You know. Alder, over and out."
Shauntal laughed for second. But after she saw I was not amused she zipped her lip.
A yellow pad blinked just within walking distance I walked over to it. And in an instant I was teleported back to the main hall of the Pokémon league.
The statue in the middle had one light on, in the direction of the room I had just come from.
I only had three other opponents left, then the champion. And probably Hilda, nut I had yet to see any sign of her.
I walked over to one of the random rooms, it was dark inside.
The only light showed a small platform on four wheels.
My Pokémon and I piled on and we were rolled up a large ramp.
The wheel squeaked with effort under us.
When we finally reached the top one single light was on. In the spotlight a large muscular man stood, his head bowed with a grin on his face. Almost as if he was expecting me.
"It seems you have finally arrived." He grinned.
"Marshal, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." I returned the gesture.
"This is as far as you go, pretty boy. He looked up at me, grin still intact.
"No actually." A smirk formed on my face. "I am going to succeed with my mission. AND I will be King of Unova. And get this. None of you can stop me."
"Lets go Gurduur!" He tossed a pokeball in the air.
"Your turn, darmantian."
"Gurduur! Use Brick break!"
"Darmanitan! Fire punch!"
"Gurduur, use pound!"
"Darmanitan! Fire blast!"
Gurdurr, fainted. And Marshal sent out his next pokemon out of four, Timburr.
"Timburr! Wake up slap!"
"Darmantian!" Fire blast!"
Timburr fell like Gurduur. Two down, two more to go.
"You are strong!" marshal grunted. "But are you enough to handle my next Pokémon?"
HE sent out a Conkeldurr.
"Conkeldurr! Use hammer arm!"
"Darmanitan! Fire punch!"
"Conkeldurr, brick break!"
Darmanitan fainted. I sent out Zoura!
"Zoura! Transform!"
"Conkeldurr! Use Hammer arm!"
"Zoura! Use Hammer arm!"
Conkeldurr, fainted. Only one more to go.
"OK, Lets go! Sawk!"
"Zoura! Transform!"
"Sawk! Close combat!"
"Zoura! Double kick!"
"Sawk! Low sweep!"
"Zoura! Make this count! Use Karate chop!"
SAwk was unable to battle. I was the winner, like I knew I would be.
"You're strong kid." Marshal complimented.
"Whatever." I shrugged off.
Another yellow pad flashed like in Shanel's room.
"See ya!" I waved as I walked to the yellow pad.
We returned tot eh main hall. Another light was up. Form the direction of Marshal.
Two down, four more to go!
Here I come Hilda, you better be ready! Soon you will see the logic behind my plans.
MY Xtransiever wrung.
I picked it up. "Hello?"
"N? How is the pokemon league?" it was father.
I held the device out so he could see the statue.
"Ah very good N! Keep fighting!"
"Any sign of Hilda?"
He remained silent.
"N, I want you to forget about her!" HE said after a few moments of silence.
"But father!" I protested.
"N, listen to me. This mission has been your life long dream. Are you really going to sacrifice it over just one girl?"
"No….."
"Good."
"But father?"
"What is it now, N?"
"I think…"
"You think what?"
"I think I love her…."
"Preposterous!"
"But!"
"N, what you are feeling is nothing more than admiration. You simply admire this girl's skills. You do not LOVE her."
"But…."
"No buts… End of discussion.
"Yes father….."
I hung up the xtransiever and let out a sigh.
But I think I really do love her. I just can't seem to get her out of my head. Every where I go, all I think about is her.
I think, I really love her.
"N? What is the matter?" Darmanitan asked.
"Nothing." I sighed and looked away.
"He's having girl problems." Zorua whispered.
"ZORUA!" My eyes widened.
"Well it's true!" He protested.
I let out a sigh. "Well I guess your right. There is no way to cover it up."
"N." Darmanitan looked at me with concern on his face.
"I'm sorry for making you guys worry about me…." I looked down.
"N? Is that you?" A voice asked from beyond the fence.
I looked up. There she stood, perfect as ever.
"Hilda? What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" She smiled. "Aren't you suppose to be challenging the champion?"
"Yes…."I replied, a little unsure.
"Then get moving!" She laughed.
I smiled at her." Ok, I will do it! Hilda! We ill battle! You will see! And I will be the winner!"
"Yeah right!" She leaned against the fence.
"Is that trash talk I hear?"
"You bet!"
"Bring it on!"
"Anyday! Anytime!"
"Come on N!" Zoura pulled on my pant leg.
"I gotta go." I laughed.
"See you later." Hilda waved.
"Yeah, later…."