The funeral was a quiet one. The airlines were down so his family couldn't come. His friends came and they gave him some kind words. But nothing could alleviate this loss. Lairon simply stared at the ground, ashamed. Unable to look at the caskets, guilt weighed him down like the very air he breathed was trying to crush him. There were right there, clear to see and halfway free, but he couldn't save them.

This Lairon's name was Higane Chikara. He was a high schooler, and he believed that there was blood on his hands. Nothing could convince him otherwise. It was like the EMTs said, he had the time to save them. But he was weak. In a world where an average joe can burn a city block to the ground, or gas it with poison, his weakness was an embarrassment. No one outright said it. The EMTs tried to comfort him, as did his friends when they arrived at the wake. Lairon believed they pitied him. Their words were, to some degree, genuine, but they silently knew the truth.

It would be a lie to say that the days went by as if nothing happened. That disaster had devastated his hometown Infenishore, a small town right on the east coast. The beaches were barren of Pokemon life. Seaweed and driftwood coated the sands, alongside the decaying bodies of fish. Ships were forcefully run aground by the waves, crashing into the oceanfront homes and hotels to form a fortress of steel and rubble. Hundreds of pounds of wood, stone, and insulation, were all forced onto the docks and into the city. The effects of this reached even into the heart of the city. Some homes had completely collapsed, while others clung to their foundations in a desperate attempt to escape death. This destruction had turned the streets into a minefield of glass, metal beams, nails, and rebar where one long move would mean a trip to the hospital unless you could fly or had a body of steel as Lairon did.

This apocalyptic display of carnage before him only worsened Lairon's mental state. Everywhere he looked there was a soul-crushing showcase of this disaster's power. The playground where he used to play: erased from history. The fair on the docks which he would visit every couple of months: underwater. That park his parents would take him to after school: eviscerated. His entire life was destroyed in one morning.

He tried to take his mind off things. He really did. But nothing goes away that easily. Seeing chaos like that changes someone. After a couple of days, he grew desensitized to the death around him. Instead, he just shut himself down, closing his heart and simply walking away from the body of a construction worker. There was no point. He had no right to be happy here. It got to the point where it felt like nothing mattered. All of those families had their entire futures changed in one fell swoop. Hundreds, if not thousands had their hopes crushed because of some anomalous beam that destroyed everything. Why bother looking forward when the next day could be your last? Tomorrow, a volcano could erupt, or some murderer could choose you as the next target.

But Lairon wasn't one to crumble.

Perhaps it was the shame motivating him. Maybe it was seeing families broken down and crying as they watched their loved ones be carried off underneath a sheet. Whatever it was, something changed within Lairon. That very guilt that was crushing him days prior took on a brand new shape. Instead of a howling gust of wind whispering doubt into his very being, it ignited and turned into a flame that would only grow as the days went by. He had let them die because he couldn't do anything. He had been sent into the worst state of his life all because he could protect those he loved.

So he decided he should be the only one who carries that burden.

No one else should have to blame themselves for someone else's death. No one else should suffer because they physically couldn't help those they cared about. Lairon was no longer going to be weak. He began to train himself, starting out with a normal routine before growing stronger and stronger. Starting with weights, he then moved on to cars, then cargo containers. Eventually, Lairon would evolve into Aggron, which only made things easier. He decided against becoming a Senshi, at least for now. It was nothing personal but he wanted to focus on helping his hometown first.

8 years passed. Infenishore had recovered after 4. Aggron helped with the recovery effort, lifting up rubble and helping with construction. However, Aggron wasn't entirely satisfied. There wasn't much he could really do once he removed all of the rubble. That raised an interesting question. What happens now? Luckily, the Senshi would answer that question. They increased their presence in town so that Infenishore would never be blindsided by a disaster like that again. He could recognize that he was no longer needed. Perhaps he should relax for a few years. After all, he had been doing nothing for four years. That's what he decided to do. After saying his goodbyes, he moved from Infenishore to a small town called Normstall. It was situated behind a hill with an oak tree with a population of roughly 200. Smaller than Infenishore's 1000.

As soon as he arrived, he felt at home. The beautiful green meadows in the distance. The kind people who welcomed him with open arms. The relaxing atmosphere. It was nice. That's all he could describe it as, nice. Deciding to check out the gym, he walked and saw a local fundraiser being held. There was a table with two volunteers. One of them approached him and asked him to donate. He decided to and introduced himself,

"Hi. The name's Higane Chikara. Just call me Aggron."

"Pleased to meet you, I am Chrona Jigamasa."