Hopefully last chapter was good, I'm still feeling rusty and off. Maybe this one will be better. If the last chapter confused you in any way, I apologize, but all will become clear soon enough. JIRO.
The next morning, Krom sighed as he sat down on a bench in Simba's large, expansive backyard. Homika sat to his left, and Saria nuzzled against his chest to his right. He smiled, watching closely as a group of trainers, both human and Halfling, waited off to the side. Nearly the whole village was present, and it made Krom surprised to see so many Halflings in one place. He smiled at the sight, and couldn't wait to see what Halflings in Kanto were like. Simba walked into the center of the grassy field, and smiled. "I'm happy to see so many of you here today. As many of you are aware, I decided to host a tournament for first form Pokemon, to see whose little friend is the strongest. I assure you that you'll have a decent time. Now, the first battle is between Ishron Darkpierce and his opponent, Azorious Spikefist!" he called, stepping back to allow the two Halflings on the field. Spikefist was a Lucario Halfling, and it made Krom wonder if Halflings could Mega Evolve as well, and what effects it would have on the Halfling. Krom shrugged, deciding that he should just watch the tournament and enjoy Saria and Homika's company.
Azorious sent out Fennekin. The fox barked at the Umbreon Halfling, who seemed nervous. His left arm was flexing rapidly, as though he was trying to remove something from his shoulders, like a weight. Ishron pulled a Pokeball from his waist, and cast it out onto the field. It opened, and an Eevee came out, smiling happily as it wagged it's tail. Azorious made the first move, calling for Flamethrower. The fox avoided, cloaking itself in white energy and surging forward. Azorious called for Flame Charge, and the fox sped forward cloaked in flame, speeding up. The Eevee bore it's teeth, turning sharply and avoiding the fox's attack. The fox stopped, turning to the Eevee with teeth bore. Azorious called for Psychic, and the Eevee leapt up, and then began borrowing into the ground. The Fennekin's attack failed, as it couldn't locate it's foe. Azorious cursed, and called for Howl. The fox began to howl, and Ishron called to the Eevee.
The brown Pokemon erupted from the ground, slamming itself into the fox, knocking it into the air. The Eevee clamped it's jaws down on the ear fur of Fennekin, and rolled in air to throw it to the ground. The Pokemon slammed into the ground with a whine, where the brown fox launched multiple Shadow Balls, causing dirt and dust to erupt around the field. The brown fox disappeared into the dust, and Ishron called for Shadow Ball. The purple cackling balls of energy began to fly about, some missing their target and heading out into the audience, where a Psychic from Simba stopped each of them, dispersing them. When the dust cleared, the Fennekin crawled to it's feet, and began to glow. The Pokemon's aura was a blood red, and the fur in the Pokemon's ears began to glow red. Azorious smirked and called for Flamethrower. The fox inhaled, it's chest swelling heavily, and exhaled. A monstrous flame erupted, closer to a Fire Blast than a Flamethrower. Ishron froze at the power of the attack, and the fox cursed. Cloaking itself in white energy, it raced toward the flame. Krom frowned, wondering what the Pokemon would hope to accomplish. It began to glow a dull orange color as it charged through the flames, and Krom became worried about the Eevee's well being. The fox broke the attack off, panting from exhaustion. The Eevee was still charging, and the yellow fox recoiled in shock, allowing the Eevee to slam into the Fennekin, knocking it to the ground, defeating it.
Simba rose, clapping, and the audience cheered. "Congrats Ishron Darkpierce. You move onto the next round." He said, clapping the Halfling on the shoulder. Krom was impressed that the fox thought to use Endure when it's trainer recoiled slightly. The rest of the round was impressive, and Krom saw some of the exceptions Simba spoke of. Farfetch'd was in the tournament, and managed to defeat a Pawniard to move on. The tournament wasn't too large, and round two began by noon. Simba stepped up, an amused smirk on his face. "And round two has begun. This time, we Have Ishron Darkpierce versus Simic Thunderclap!" he said, stepping back as before. Simic was a male Ludicolo Halfling. He wore a fake sombrero, but the large set of lips he had were real, as was the green tint to his skin. He was short, and heavily built, with stout legs and large, almost mitten like hands. Krom wondered what Pokemon he'd use, as he saw Ishron's last battle, and, as far as Krom knew, Ishron couldn't change Pokemon. The short Halfling laughed, and tossed a Dive Ball onto the field, and a Larvitar came out, a determined look on it's face. Ishron sent out his Eevee, and appeared more unnerved than before. Simic gave the first call, calling for his Larvitar to use Rock Tomb. The pokemon tilted it's head back, and a Rock began to form on the tip of it's horn, and Ishron countered. He called for Quick Attack, and the fox charged forward. Simic called out, and the lizardine Pokemon threw the rock. The fox jumped over it, and Ishron called for Iron Tail.
The tail of the Eevee began to glow, and the Pokemon spun, throwing all of it's momentum into the attack. Simic called for Superpower, and the Larvitar surged forward, cloaked in red energy. The two Pokemon slammed into each other, and an explosion rang out, scattering dust around the field. Simic called for Double Team, and Ishron called for Shadow Ball. Nothing happened, and the dust and smoke spread farther, becoming thinner slowly. A flash of white caught Krom's attention, and a clone of the lizard Pokemon was visible, a wince on it's face. Simic laughed, beginning to dance about, calling for Seismic Toss. The smoke became thinner, but nothing was visible, making Krom wonder what was really going on in the cloud of smoke. Then, the cloud split, and the lizard was propelled into the air, holding the fox tight. The lizard rolled, beginning to spin as it corkscrewed to the ground. Ishron cursed, knowing the move would likely damage the poor fox heavily, made a random command. "Use Quick Attack!" he called, and the fox contorted it's face into a mask of confidence.
The fox cloaked itself in white energy, and began to squirm at high speeds, then rolled, wrapping it's large rabbit like ears around the face of the lizard. The Eevee flipped, throwing all the momentum into Larvitar, then hurling the Pokemon to the ground. The Rock Pokemon crashed into the ground hard, and dust erupted everywhere, clearing quickly. The fox hit the ground, frowning as it watched the crater it created. Nothing moved, and Simic frowned, returning the defeated Pokemon. Simba clapped, honestly impressed by the fox's improvisation, and by the power put into the battle. "Congrats Ishron. That battle was impressive. I was honestly surprised by Eevee's usage of it's ears like arms." He said, and Simic laughed. "I didn't see that coming. That battle was great." He said, and Ishron smiled. "Thanks." He said, nodding respectfully to his opponent.
The rest of the round went by quickly, with a group of Fraxure Halflings dominating the opposition with Axews. Krom frowned, and watched as a young boy's Chespin was carried out on a stretcher, calling out in pain as it clenched it's bleeding forehead. Krom snarled, and saw that Ishron would face one of them in the next round. He hoped the Halfling would win, because if he didn't, Krom would have issues with Ishron.
Ishron faced one of the nastier Fraxure Halflings, Izzet Hardjaw. He sent out his Axew, and Ishron sent out his Eevee. The Eevee's breathing appeared slightly labored, and Krom was worried. Izzet called for Dual Chop, and Ishron called for Detect. The tusked dragon charged, swinging it's tusks downward. The Eevee slid back, then hopped back to avoid a second strike. The fox charged forward and slammed into the dragon, knocking it back. The Eevee pounced on it, snarling as it launched a Shadow Ball at point blank range. Dust erupted, and Ishron called for Bite, Izzet responding with a call for Superpower. A red glow pierced the dust, and a scream tore through, causing most of the audience to cringe in shock. The fox came flying through the air, heavily injured, but in it's mouth, was a tusk from the Axew. The fox rolled, throwing the tusk like a projectile at the cloud of dust. Slamming into the ground, the Eevee hissed as it skidded back and then rolled to it's feet, panting heavily. The dust Cleared, and the Axew stood, wobbly, and clutching it's face, blood pouring from the missing tusk's place. The fox smiled, baring sharp fangs as it charged forward, cloaking itself in white energy. Izzet called for Dragon Rage, and the Axew lifted it's head and it's belly began to glow.
The dragon launched the attack, a blue energy beam with the end in the shape of a dragon head, at the fox. The fox smiled, jumping over, launching a Shadow Ball at the Axew. The purple ball of energy struck the dragon, knocking it to the ground, where the Eevee landed on it's chest. The fox clamped it's jaws around the bottom jaw of the Axew, causing it to cry out. Izzet cursed, and called for Outrage. The Pokemon began to thrash heavily, striking the Eevee repeatedly, and slowly breaking it's hold. Ishron called for Iron Tail, and the tail of the fox hardened and turned silver, and came up. It came down, striking the Axew between the legs. The Pokemon stopped moving, then unleashed a blood curdling scream that caused several Halflings to call out in pain. Saria grunted from the volume, and Homika flinched, and Krom hissed. The Pokemon clenched it's groin, writhing on the ground in pain. The Eevee smiled, a dark, sadistic look that belonged only the most evil of Pokemon. The look caused several Halfling to scream in fear, as it was a look that belonged on demonic Pokemon, like Houndoom, Tyranitar, Hydreigon and of course, Sylveon.
The Axew saw the look and recoiled, and the Eevee launched a final, dismissive Shadow Ball at the dragon, finishing it off. The Eevee's fur was tattered and coated in dirt, and blood ran down the fox's legs, and coated it's face, and yet, the Pokemon looked right at home coated in the blood of his enemies and himself. Krom applauded the Pokemon, now more intent than ever on obtaining an Eevee or two, or three… or maybe more than that. Simba clapped, and picked up the tusk of the Axew. He tilted his head, and looked at Ishron. "Congrats kid. You made it to round four. Hopefully you can survive the next few rounds." He said, laughing. The sun had set, and Simba declared that the tournament would continue tomorrow, and everyone cheered, excited for the rest of the tournament. Krom frowned, and headed to see Simba.
"Not like you to seek me out." Simba said, and Krom frowned. "How's that kid's Chespin doing?" he asked. Simba shrugged. "I'll ask Glenda. The little guy should be fine." He said, sighing. Krom nodded. "Who was that kid anyway?" he asked. Simba looked to Krom. "His name? If I remember correctly, it was Orzhov Quickclaw. The little guy seemed upset, but that shouldn't worry you. I'd elaborate, but I have to find those Fraxure Halflings and tell their mother what they did. Mother Haxorus, whether Halfling or not, attempt to discourage such behavior. I'm sure a Few Dual Chops will make them fly right." he said, smirking as he walked away. Krom stood there, blinking. "But Haxorus can't fly." he stated, shrugging and heading to see Glenda.
Krom smiled when he saw the hut again. Walking closer, he noticed Vraakas standing in the doorway. He nodded to the Landorus Halfling, who grunted back. Krom walked up the steps onto the porch, and noticed the frown on the Halfling's face. "What's wrong?" Krom asked, worried. Vraakas grunted. "Some kid's Chespin was banged up pretty heavy. Heal Pulse wasn't working too well, so Glenda was forced to do it the old fashioned way and stitch the poor guy up. Trainer's distraught." Krom frowned. He walked in, throwing the cloth that acted as a door aside. He saw the little boy, who was likely not even old enough to have Pokemon legally. Krom saw the Chespin, who was sleeping on a small table, with a line of stitches holding the green shell like flesh together, preventing the Pokemon from losing it's brain. Krom grimaced inside, wondering how that would affect the Pokemon in the future. Krom sighed, and stepped over to the child. He sat next to him, and the little boy looked up at him, and blinked. "Are you okay?" Krom asked. The boy grumbled, but nodded. Krom smiled. "You know, it's okay to be upset." he said, and the boy shook slightly.
Krom heard muffled sobs, and placed a hand on the boy's back. "Chespin will be fine. He just needs rest, and he needs you to believe in him." he said. The boy rubbed his eyes, cleansing his face of tears, and nodded. "But, how is he supposed to battle like that? Won't his head be sensitive?" he asked. Krom laughed. "Disability is only a word. My friend Kyouhei has a one legged Charizard. That Charizard's parents are a wingless Charizard and an armless Rhyperior. My Turtwig had an anvil forged into his shell, and now he's a metal Torterra. My wife's Druddigon had a mangled hand and half of his face charred. Each of these Pokemon worked around their disabilities, and managed to succeed. Just look at Jackie, a one armed fighting Pokemon, or Rusalka, a blind Jynx. Your Chespin will have a damaged shell, and a sensitive head. Just avoid headbutting moves, and anything that targets his head. Chespin is a grass Pokemon, so just use moves like Energy Ball and such. I'm sure that it won't matter much." he said, and the boy smiled slightly, nodding.
Glenda came out, and smiled. "Long time no see Krom. Simba told me you came back, but I was wondering when you'd visit." she said, chuckling. Krom laughed, standing. "Nice to see you again Glenda. How's Orzhov's Chespin doing?" he asked. She looked to the Grass Pokemon and sighed. "He'll recover. It may take a while, but he'll make it through. Though, I'm not sure how he'll do in battle. I try my best to make Pokemon recover fully, but I'm afraid I might fail this time." She said. Krom felt a quick burst of cold air behind him as the boy raced from the hut, likely distraught over the situation. But Krom frowned. "What was with the cold air?" he asked. Glenda sighed. "His mother was a Weavile. He hasn't evolved yet, making him a Sneasel Halfling." She said. Krom blinked, and bid Glenda farewell, heading out to see if he could comfort the child. Night had fallen, and with him being a Dark Halfling, could mean that he'd be hard to find.
Krom frowned as he searched the village and it's outskirts. He looked to the streets, where massive rock and metal treehouses sat, with metal wired bridges trailing from tree to tree. Krom smiled, and sighed. He heard grumbling, and saw Simba cursing as he held his mouth open slightly, smelling the air. Krom frowned, and Simba turned to him. "I smell sweat, tears, and Sneasel. I take it Glenda told Orzhov something he wouldn't like?" he asked. Krom nodded. Simba sighed. "Come on, let's go calm the raging lunatic down." He said, gesturing towards a forest to the north.
While traveling through the forest, Krom and Simba noticed several trees that were attacked with sharp claws, and some that were frozen solid. Using Ingrain and Refresh, Simba restored each tree to it's original state. They came to a small clearing, where Orzhov stood with his teeth and fangs bared, across from the group of Fraxure Halflings, and surprisingly, a slightly older male Haxorus Halfling. Krom frowned, and Simba held his arm out. "This is his fight. Let him be." He whispered, and Krom snarled. "That's the second time you told me to stay out of a fight. What gives?" he asked. Simba chuckled. "Charity. Charities give." He said. Krom exhaled sharply, watching the confrontation.
"You hurt my Chespin! Now he can't battle anymore!" he roared, and the culprit Halfling walked forward. "Yeah, so what? You gonna do something about it?" he asked. Orzhov growled, and surged forward. Being half Sneasel, he was much faster than the cluster of dragons. He used Night Slash, but the Fraxure leaned to one side, managing to avoid the attack, and he ran straight for the older Fraxure Halfling, who leaned to the side, catching Orzhov in the side, knocking him back. He coughed, standing up and growling. He growled, and his mouth began to glow blue, and then he unleashed a large Blizzard, which the Dragons scrambled to avoid. Most made it away, but Izzet was struck, knocked back cursing. The Fraxure rolled to his feet, snarling as he inhaled. He exhaled, unleashing a Dragon Pulse. The blue ball of energy flew across the field, but Orzhov managed to dodge the attack by jumping. The Haxorus, who Simba knew by the name of Rakdos Hardjaw, shot across the field, axe like jaws glowing. Simba frowned, and watched the Halfling's attack carefully. Snarling, he sighed. "Move quickly." he said.
The two older Halflings exploded from the undergrowth, splitting up to cover he whole field. Simba headed left, cornering the Fraxure Halflings near a tree, and Krom headed right, catching the Haxorus Halfling by the throat and slamming him to the ground, refusing to relinquish his hold. His teeth bared. Simba frowned. "Now, I don't recall any Fraxure and Haxorus Halflings coming into the village. Infact, according to the Mayor's records, you didn't exist until you joined my tournament. So, who are you?" he asked, irritated. The Haxorus Halfling squirmed against Krom's grip., trying to break free. Krom snarled, squeezing his throat harder. "Where the fuck do you think your going?" Krom asked, growling. The Fraxure Halflings refused to answer Simba's question, which made the Luxray Halfling sigh. "Fine. How about this? I have a tournament to tend to for tomorrow, and I need my rest to properly host it, so, how about you tell me, and I won't have to pry the answer from your dead bodies?" He asked. One of the Halflings, smaller than the rest, shuffled his feet. "We were-" he began, but Izzet cut him off, slapping him across the face, and knocking him back. "Be quiet!" he called.
Simba frowned. The Halfling next to Izzet, so similar in size they were likely twins, began to sputter, and then clenched his chest, dropping to his knees. Simba sighed, clenching his fist, causing the Fraxure Halfling to emit a mumbled groan and fall face forward, the life gone from his eyes. "Hmm, there appears to be 4 more of you, so you have four chances to answer my question. Who are you?" he asked kindly, as kindly as someone threatening your family could honestly be. The small one began to breath heavily. "We were hired by Mr. Towtyc to enter the village and cause as much damage as possible!" he shouted out before anyone could protest. Simba frowned.
"I've never heard the name Towtyc before. This is the name you were given?" he asked. The small Halfling nodded. Simba smiled. "See. I'm not a bad man. Now that you told me who hired you and for what, I'll let you live. But, because you infiltrated the village and injured Orzhov's Chespin, each of you will be assigned a year of hard labor with no pay, and we shall place a temporary ban on mating on the Hardjaw clutch." he said, and the Halflings sighed. Krom hoisted the Haxorus Halfling into the air, and then released him with a frown. "Your lucky your little friend spilled his guts, or I would have spilled yours." he said, and the Halfling snarled. Krom frowned, and Simba turned. "Let's go. Leave them here to tend to their fallen." he stated, and began to walk back toward the village. Krom began walking backwards slowly, intent on watching the group. Orzhov frowned, but turned and began walking back. Rakdos growled and swung his large face at the much smaller Halfling with Brick Break. Orzhov gasped, and spun toward the Haxorus, trying to propel himself into the air to avoid the attack. He failed, and a thick gash was cut across his side, causing him to scream. He fell, clutching his side as blood began to secrete from the wound. Krom shot forward, kneeling in front of Orzhov. The Halfling coughed and sputtered, and Krom cursed. Simba twitched once, then erupted in a furious burst.
He shot forward, grabbing Rakdos by the shoulders. He snarled dismissively, and pulled. The Halfling came apart, torn in two pieces by the enraged Halfling's bare hands. The Fraxure screamed in shock, and one charged forward, filled with rage and grief. The back of Simba's hand crashed into his face, knocking him into a tree where his head exploded. The three remaining Fraxure Halflings ran in fear, and Simba snarled. He turned to Krom, his teeth appearing larger than normal. "Take him back to Glenda. I'll be back soon." he said, and Krom nodded, grabbing the Halfling, who was bleeding heavily, and carried him back to Pinwheel. Simba leapt forward, feeling his body change and contort as he surged through the forest, his paws slamming against the ground.
The largest remaining Fraxure Halfling, who went by the name Zhur-Taa Hardjaw, ran in fear, panicked by his family's actions. He heard his heart throbbing in his chest, and his breath came at a rapid pace. He shook his arms and legs as he moved, using Dragon Dance to speed himself up. I can't stop he thought. He leapt over a fallen tree, only to be beset by a massive creature. A head almost as large as his back struck him, knocking him down, causing him to roll and skid across the dirt. He opened his eyes, calling for any of his siblings. He then paled, remembering that he was alone, and the only person who could help him was torn in half. He looked at his assailant, his breath caught in his throat. His assailant was a behemoth Luxray, much, much larger than the average Luxray. If the average Luxray was 4'7 and roughly 80 pounds, this one was at least 6'6, and weighed likely three hundred plus pounds if not more. He stood, determined to escape. He charged the massive cat, using Outrage. He swung his tusk at the cat, who stepped back, then came down with Shadow Claw, knocking him to the ground and pinning him. He squirmed, his attack's effects slowly wearing down. The cat lifted it's other paw, coming down with a Dragon Claw swiftly.
Izzet Hardjaw ran, fearing for his life. He panted, jumping over a tree stump. He had made it farther than his older brother, whose final scream he had heard. He pressed on, determined to escape and avenge his family. He ran forward, seeing the edge of the forest, and his escape. He smiled, charging forward, noticing a tree covered in shinning dust. He disliked that, but it meant nothing to him. He was going to escape! He leapt, feeling his body exit the tree line, only for demonic tendrils to wrap around his arms and legs, causing him to hit the ground. He tried and tried to crawl away, but the beast that held him dragged him back slowly and menacingly. He tried to call out, but nothing came from his throat, almost as though he was muted. He thrashed, but failed as he crept back into the forest more and more. He screamed as he was hoisted into the air and spun, only to face the darkest creature he'd ever met.
Asmodeus smiled a dark smile that caused him to bear every single one of his teeth, which were sharpened. The dark look the Fairy gave the Halfling caused him to scream in fear. The dark creature looked up into the sky at the moon, which began to glow an eerie pink as the dark lord launched a massive Moonblast at Izzet, vaporizing him. The dark creature laughed, turning back and walking toward the village with it's fleshy ribbons moving about.
Upon returning to the village, Simba headed straight for Glenda's hut. Upon entering, he saw Krom sitting on a bench with Saria and Homika. "How is he?" he asked, using one of Zhur-Taa's neck bones to pick his teeth. Saria looked to the back. "We don't know what's going on yet." she said, appearing upset over the fact. Krom frowned. "What happened after I left?" he asked. Simba frowned. "I managed to take out one of the three Fraxure, and from the sounds I heard, Asmodeus took care of a second. The third likely escaped, but I'll make sure he doesn't make it very far." he said, a frown on his felid features. Homika nodded. "You better, I don't want that fucking dragon scum getting back to regroup." she spat out, and Simba nodded. His ears twitched, and he turned to the back of the hut, where Glenda emerged from, a hopeful look on her face. "Orzhov will heal just fine in a couple of days. He needs rest, and we've put him right next to his Chespin to make him feel better." she said, and Krom smiled. Vraakas emerged from the back next, a towel washing blood from hands. "He'll be fine, but his left side will be sensitive for a few months. Try to keep him from doing anything too straining and he'll be just as fine as Glenda said."
A few hours later, Krom walked out of the hut, and looked into the sky. The sun had begun to croon over the horizon, which meant the tournament was going to begin soon. Seeing as how the Fraxure were all gone, that meant that there would only be one battle left, which was the finals. Krom was too focused on the vicious Halflings to pay attention to Ishron's opponent. He hoped it would be a decent battle, and looked toward his hut. He sighed and turned to his wives, who groaned as they joined him outside of the hut. "You two look tired. You should get some sleep." he said, and Saria sighed. "We would have, but we were worried about Orzhov and his Chespin." Homika nodded. "I'm not fond of Dark Pokemon, or Halflings, but even I knew something was wrong with those Fraxure. I hope they got what they deserve." Krom laughed. "They did. Though Simba gave them what they deserved, much as I wanted to." he said, a frown on his face. Saria giggled. "You brought Orzhov here. If you hadn't, he might have bled out in the forest, and then you might blame yourself for not doing what you did." she said, and Homika nodded.
"She's right. Trust me, letting someone die isn't something you wanna do. Unless you can't stand them, then just kill them yourself." she said, and he nodded. "Yeah, I guess you guys are right." He said, nodding with a smile on his face. Saria yawned, and Homika grunted. "Alright. We're gonna head home. I don't think either of us will make it to see the finals. Just tell us how Ishron does. Cheer for him for us, and if anyone asks, just say we're there in spirit." she grumbled, and Krom nodded. Saria nodded, agreeing with Homika. Krom chuckled, and Saria stepped forward. "Do us a favor, and tell us your home next time, not leave us to figure out. We won't mind you waking us up, that's what being married is about." she said, and Krom laughed. "I know. You two just looked content with sleeping, so I felt like I shouldn't bother you." he said, and Homika grunted. She stepped forward and kissed his cheek. "Whatever. Just leave a note or something next time." she grumbled, and he nodded. Saria giggled, kissing the other cheek, and waving to him as she followed Homika back to their hut.
Simba appeared, sighing. "Tournament starts in a few hours, try not to miss it." he said, and Krom frowned. "Have you figured out who this Towtyc is?" Simba cast a glance to Krom. "No, but I'm working on it. It's likely an alias, so I'm going off each letter, and then combination. I'll have the answer by time you leave for Kanto, whenever that is." he said, and Krom nodded. Bidding the felid Halfling farewell, Krom headed back to the hut for a little rest. He sat down, and noticed how much Saria and Homika did with the place. For one, there was a Tv in the living room, and a small fridge next to it. He sighed, smiling. He inhaled the scent of wood, and leaned back, enjoying each and every moment of peace.
Simba snarled as he walked into his house, Vraakas behind him. The Landorus grunted, looking to Simba. "You know who Towtyc is, don't you?" he asked. Simba nodded. "I knew from the beginning. How could I not? I set his son up to be destroyed in the Unova League, and then laughed when Krom made ponchos out of his son." he said, frowning. Vraakas blinked. "Palmer? The Sinnoh Battle Tower Frontier Brain?" he asked. Simba nodded. "Think about it. We killed Barry. The name they were given was Towtyc. As in Tower Tycoon Palmer." he said, and Vraakas nodded. "So what do you plan on doing about it?" he asked. Simba frowned. "I'll just invite him to the village for a little chat." he said. Vraakas frowned. "And by little chat, you mean 'slow painful death', right?" he asked, and Simba chuckled. "Maybe. Make sure Kyouhei's there, I may need him." he said, and Vraakas grunted, off to find the only person in the village more demented then him.
Krom grabbed the remote after an exhausting search, and clicked the power button. He expected a few hours of boring channel flipping, then the exciting final battle. What he didn't expect was what came on the screen.
"Smash the foul odors that secrete from your clothing with Arm & Mjolnir brand Baking soda! Do you have heartburn? Smash it with a tablespoon of this intensely powerful baking soda made in Pinwheel village. It will cleanse your clothes with a thunderous vigor, leaving them shinier than a Black Charizard. Did your Pokemon defecate in the house? Smash any stains with this thunderous product, smashing the odor with a force so intense, it's like taking hammer to the face! Arm & Mjolnir brand baking soda, Warriorf approved." the commercial said, ending with the dwarf flexing it's large muscles and smiling. Krom gaped, unsure of what to think. Should he be happy that the dwarf is making money, or should he question the method. Though one thing made Krom even more quizzical of the commercial than before. Why baking soda of all things?