Chapter 18
Route 2 looks less like it does in the game and more like a literal forest with a dirt path vaguely visible to anyone who doesn't know what they're looking for. It's me: I'm anyone. Walter's twin brother took us to a secluded portion where apparently no one goes. "Now that we're in a safe spot, I'll show you two how to use those TMs." My partner and I nodded and summoned our Pokemon from their balls. "Now, all you have to do is insert the small discs into your pokedex and have your pokemon watch the video that plays." Instructed the pink man.
We did as instructed and sat our pokedex in front of our respective pokemon. Almost immediately as the video played I see Gurren creepily stare at the screen like he was in a trance. I guess that makes sense: hypnotize the pokemon and jam the knowledge in their memory bank harmlessly. This went on for about five minutes. Finally, the video stopped and Gurren along with Milo snap out of it and goes back to their regular selves. "Well, I see they worked as intended. Clara, go ahead and command the move." Sidfreig once again instructed.
"Alright, Milo! Stone Edge!" As if Milo was born with the move, his hand glows a brilliant blue as he slams it into the ground. The ground under us shake a little and one pillar of earth shining a brilliant blue itself shoots out at about my height before stopping. I whistled at the rodent's new move. Sid, however, wasn't all that impressed. "Pretty standard being his first time, normally those with experience can make it shoot upwards to the height of a three-story building. And that's not considering rock type Pokemon." Well damn, good info to know. "It's your turn, Cameran." Clara stated, pleased with Milo's performance.
I give Gurren a look of confirmation as he nods in compliance. The small mole jumped to about Walter Jr.'s head in height and began to glow all over. Once he made contact with the ground, a short-ranged shockwave flowed through the ground we all stood on. Tree branches shook back and forth, and a low groan from the earth could be heard. Sidfreig, again, thought nothing of it. "Nothing to write home about, but good enough to train with."... I think he's still reeling from his defeat, the hater. I was pleased by this display, since it shows how much potential he has. All I have to do is be patient and the fruits of my labor shall come. But before then…..
"Hey Sidfreig, can you help me teach Gurren Hone Claws? I didn't have much luck researching." This was undoubtedly a lie. The truth was that I did find a couple strategies, but they were far too cumbersome for me. "Hm? Oh right, you did say that before. The best way I taught my Pokemon was to just have them learn it from another Pokemon who knew it." Huh, that does make sense. "Okay, but do you have a 'mon that knows it?" Walter's "I'm getting some cigarettes, I'll be right back." result puffed out his chest. "Of course! Though I'm warning you: this Pokemon's way of teaching isn't going to be nice." Meh, I figured that. You can't become stronger if no one has ever put their foot in your ass. It comes with the territory of reaching your full potential.
"Whatever, I just need it to teach the basics." I responded simply. I swear, I saw Pinky had an evil smirk going on, but was hidden when he turned his back. He then throws up another Ultra Ball in the air, except the light bursting from it kept in the air. It coalesced into my favorite bird Pokemon of all time: Braviary. 'Fuuuuucccckkkkk' I swore in my head. Braviary are just like their pokedex entries entail: battle hardened, no bullshit birds that will fuck you up and make you tell your mother about it. Just from looking at it I could tell it was no exception. Scars riddled it the Valiant Pokemon, even to its beak. Its eyes bore down on us like the little pieces of shit we were in its eyes. I was terrified as it reminded me of my early days with Scarface.
The bird land right next to its master silently. "This bad boy right here.." The sheep man began, rubbing the bird's head feathers. "Will be Gurren's tutor for Hone Claws." Said mole flinched as the apex predator of the air focused on him. Gurren, having had enough of the bullshit, ran behind me and began to dig a hole to hide. In a swift moment that honestly almost made me piss, the bald eagle-esque animal flew BETWEEN MY LEGS and snatched up my mole and flew above me back to his starting position next to Sidfreig. Who, by the way, was smiling like a madman. Even Clara was giggling at me and Gurren, which the latter was dropped and was vice gripped by one of Braviary's claws.
The pink bastard laid his hands back on his bird. "I'm not sure why you're entertained, Clara. Doesn't Milo need a tutor too?" Upon hearing his name, he got in a fighting position, not wanting to show weakness despite having a bird almost three times his size in his presence…..fucking ballsy. "I overheard you wanting Milo to have U-turn, which Liberty here has knowledge on also."...Liberty? Oh,come on! I know Unova is based on a section of America in my previous life, but that's hitting the nose a little.
Milo, like a fucking mad man, charged towards...Liberty with a Brick Break at the ready. This only served to make the alpha bird...smile? Whatever the equivalent is for beaks. One the martial artist got in range, the air got knocked out of him by Liberty's big ass foot. Before he would fly off like a carcass in the wind, he was then grabbed and grand slammed to the ground. The whole exchange made me wince at how outclassed both Pokemon were, despite taking on Golurk. "Well, it's settled then! This whole week, you'll be training with Liberty and fending off the wildlife to survive. Once you've shown enough progress within this week will we continue on and collect more pokemon."
All this is making sense: It's easy to battle well, can you keep your Pokemon in battle ready condition? Not only that, but can you do well in the wild? How much can you take before you break? If you can't take on the wildlands with ONE Pokemon, how can you ensure proper care of SIX Pokemon? Our guardian obviously wants these answered before he can commit to the job.I'll be damned if I don't give it my all to prove not only to him, but to all of my targets that I'm more than ready to take on the world.