After I finished eating I went to Nurse Joy. Once my Pokémon were returned to me I sent out them out. Jason was eager to start training, so we sent out to do just that.
We had found a nice small clearing which we used as a training ground. Shinx and Buizel spared each other while Jason practiced his fighting moves on a nearby tree. I also decided to get in on the fun and did a few excersices. They consisted of push ups, curl ups and pull ups. Every hour I would take a fifteen minute break to see how everybody was doing.
On my first break Jason was still attacking his unwavering foe, the tree. Shinx and Buizel had also taken a breather from their battles. From the look of the two Shinx was the victor a lot. I took this time to heal both of them up with a few potions that Sara had given me before we headed out. I then went back to my excersices.
About mid way into it Sara and Brock came running up to me. I could tell it was going to be another of their theories. My assumption was soon confirmed when Brock began to say, "So we came up with another idea after seeing that one trainer change his eevee's evolution. We think it was due to the accessory that was around its neck. It's either that or it's a genetically mutated eevee. With this in mind we think we have cracked a new way to evolve one."
With a bored look I replied, "Okay so..." I paused for a second then continued, "what you're saying is that we need a magical collar?"
"Not exactly," was Sara's reply "we believe that if someone hung a certain item from an eevee's collar it could change into a different type. For example a poison barb for a poison type or focus band to get a fighting type."
I blurted out, "Or maybe a spell tag for a ghost type."
Sara exclaimed, "Exactly!"
I asked, "Does anyone have an item to try?" Brock shook his head sideways and Sara walked off thinking.
"Training hard today,"announced Brock.
I replied, "Yeah, we can't be scraped like earlier."
"You're even getting in on it?"
"Well, I can't only blame my Pokémon. I'm at fault too."
"So you physically excersing?"
"Since my Pokémon are, I should too. Right?"
"I would think that the trainer would think over battle strategies."
"If I do that I'll end up over thinking things. All I need to know is the strength and weakness of my Pokémon."
"You are pretty weird."
"What makes you say that."
"For one your straight forward thought process. A normal trainer would plan things out, not wing it. Second, you only like 'cool' Pokémon. Naturally someone would plan out their team to their strength and weaknesses."
"I see, well I guess you're right. I am pretty weird." I sat there for a minute think about that. That trainer, Zack, he was able to easily stomp me. It doesn't matter that he had the water advantage. That hydro pump was perfectly timed. And the Pokémon did it without an order. I don't like the idea of yelling out what my plan is, so I let my Pokémon do the reacting. Maybe it was because Jason just evolved? No that's not it he got beat by the Squirtle before. Again though, they had the advantage. That's no excuse! I called out, "Jason! Sphinx! Buizel! Come here, lets talk." The Pokémon understood and took a break from his endless training. They walked over to me panting. When they were in front of me they all took a seat. I then began to say, "Look guys, we just met a few days ago. I don't know if you like me yet or not. All I know is that I'm tired of losing! It's not your fault, in fact it is my fault. I haven't really been thinking right. I haven't been going about things strategically, thinking we could win with just brute strength. I was wrong. Just because the opponent has an advantage doesn't mean they've won. In fact from now on it means that they will suffer longer before defeat!" This caused a big uproar from the team. They all got up and cheered then went back to their training with determined faces.
"Well said!" Brock exclaimed while patting me on the back. I nodded at his complement watching Jason carefully. He was back at the almost destroyed tree unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks. It's odd how tin just a few hours his speed has greatly increased. Where as on our run here I could keep up with him, with a little work, now he could easily surpass me.
My train of thought was lost when Sara came running up to Brock and I waving an item in her hand. Before she told us what she had grasped in be hand he took a second to catch her breath. Once she had her breath she held up the item which happened to be a focus band. This got a smirk from all of us. We all know what this means. We can now test the theory that Brock and Sara have devised. As mod on cue Brock sent out his Eevee. Sara then knelt down and clipped the focus band onto the Eevee's collar and then jumped back quickly. We all put a hand up in front if our eyes expecting the bright light that occures during an evolution. Unfortunately the outcome we were expecting did not occur, instead we got a weird look from the quadruped. Simultaneously we let out a sigh of sorrow.