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Chapter III- Poke'Mon League! Round one.
~"Attention, all participants in this year's tournament! Please, report to the Stadium main gate within one hour to be escorted into the center arena where the tournament will commence! I repeat..-'~ Maikeru was long ago up and dressed, and was currently enjoying his eggs, bacon, and toast that he had fixed for breakfast. Kokoro had climbed out of bed a few minutes earlier and, after somewhat groggily dressing in clean clothes, shook Sataku out of bed, who at first wouldn't comply, but after hearing the second announcement ( and then third.. ), made his way out of bed as well. Chugging down his class of milk, Maikeru gave a satisfied sigh and cleaned the dishes dishes. Kokoro busied himself by fixing a bowl of cereal for, the crunchy pieces clanking in the bowl decorated with several pictures of grass-Poke'Mon along the sides. Sataku, on the other hand, was reading a newspaper that had been delivered to their room free of charge, headlined with a large article about the tournament they would participate in that very day. Maikeru opened his mouth to ask Sataku if he was planning on eating anything, when there was a knock on the door. Sataku quickly jumped to his feet and walked to the door. After exchanging a few words with the man behind, he was on his way when Sataku paid him and walked in with a box of donuts. Maikeru was temporarily stupefied by this and just shook his head, stifling his laughs.
About forty-five or so minutes later, Maikeru, Sataku, and Kokoro were assembled in the center of the arena, along with the countless other contestants, among them Sakura. Sakura searched in vain for her friend, unable to find Maikeru in the large crowd, who currently stood with Sataku and Kokoro at the other side of the collection of trainers. Not a word was exchanged between the friends as the the preceedings continued. A very large crowd cheered throughout the sea of spectators seated in the stadium. It didn't even look as if there was one empty seat.. Up in the main box sat four interesting looking people, along with a special medal that was worn around a statue of a Dragonite. One of the four stood, a fairly tall man of about six feet and two inches. Long black hair cascaded down the range of his face and gracefully landed just slightly past broad shoulders. Though no one could really see them, his eyes had a very clever and knowing aspect to them, the kind of eyes that seem to bore straight through your soul.. A cape a darker red than the colour of one's life blood fluttered slightly in the smooth wind as the man spoke, eyes wandering through-out the ranks of the Poke'Mon trainers.
"It is great to be here at the Poke'Mon League Championships.." he began before the crowd interrupted with load cheering, roaring for what seemed a minute or two.
"My name is Crimson Darc, and as of two years ago, Master Lance has named me as the new Leader of the Elite Four. It is a rank that I am most privileged to hold, and can not begin to repay him for his kindness in this and many other things as I stand before you today. Many of you will discover your destiny as a Poke'Mon trainer in the duration of this tournament." Crimson's eyes lingered on Maikeru's group..
"And, even though you may not win, you will go on to greater things through your lives. Only one of you will be able to face the Elite Four, who are some of the greatest Poke'Mon trainers to have ever existed, and it would be our great honour to face the winner who has proven him or herself among you." And with that, the crowd cheered again as Crimson took his seat. He chuckled to himself from the crowds intense cheering, and only his his respect and serious attitude towards Poke'Mon kept him from oogling over some of the cheering girls. A young official stepped up to the loudspeaker as the cheering died down.
"The passing of ten rounds is necessary to face the Elite Four. The third, fifth, and seventh matches will all be in some way special, and you will see how they differ from normal battling as the tournament goes on. During each match of the first five rounds, you select three Poke'Mon that you will battle with. The trainer with the last Poke'Mon standing is declared the winner. The last half will consist of all six of the Poke'Mon you have registered. Let the Poke'Mon League Championship commense!" This last statement was greeted with even greater cheering and applause.
On the monitor appeared a large tournament graph, in which a picture of each contestant was placed against anothers. A close-up of each round was shown, and fortunately, Maikeru, Sataku, Kokoro, and Sakura were all too far away from eachother on the graph to face each-other early on. Maikeru guessed that Crimson may have had something to do with this, but Sakura's placement far away from the other three was purely coincidental. The names of the two trainers in round one were named. All of the trainers were given special seats in the front row near ground level to witness the each battle. Unfortuneately for the less skilled, after being knocked out of the tournament, the losers were sent into not quite as good seats farther up in the stands.
The first match was fairly short and was one-sided to a contestant named Gokijin, who dominated the entire match with just one Poke'Mon, his Gengar. The next match was a lot more close-knitted and action-packed, but another trainer just barely pulled out of a defeat on accord of the enemies Golduck 'slipping'. The humiliating defeat caused the trainer to retire into clothing that could obscure his face as he made his way into one of the seats.. Round five, Kokoro against a trainer named Timothy. Kokoro suffered the fainting of his Nidoking after Nidoking took out Timothy's first two Poke'Mon, and then beat Nidoking with a Starmie.. Kokoro gave a small smile as he summoned forth his Jolteon, which quickly dashed in, avoiding all of Starmies water attacks and, after Skull-bashing the Poke'Mon in it's center, Thunderbolted the Starmie into submission. Timothy recalled his Poke'Mon and accepted his defeat rather graciously as Kokoro advanced into the second round. The crowd was greatly enjoying each match.
After many more battles, Sataku was summoned to his match. By this time it was about 4:30 P.M., and there was a five minute intermission between each match before the half-time, which was right after Sataku's match. Sataku was dominating even more drastically than Kokoro was, his Espeon quickly winning against the first two Poke'mon, until a Parasect appeared. Before Espeon could finish off this final Poke'Mon, the Parasect Spored Espeon and then drained it of it's energy, forcing Sataku to recall it. Angered, a great Ninetales was summoned to the field, and before the Parasect could even really react to it, a large Fire Blast engulfed and knocked out the Parasect, causing an advance for Sataku, and render another unhappy trainer to lose his chance for victory.
Just barely into the next bracket, Maikeru was called for his match. Staring grimly at his opponent, the light was spun to determine who would send out their Poke'Mon first. It was Maikeru. Throwing a Poke'ball to the field, a Sandslash appeared.
" Come, Shinsai! " The opponent, known as Umi, smirked.
" Well, that's an easy one! I have a water type that will murder that little mole! Come, Dewgong! " Sandslash inched it's way closer to the Dewgong, hoping to get within range to launch an attack.
" Dewgong, Water Gun! " Umi commanded, as the large horned seal shot water from it's mouth at high-pressures. Sandslash quickly dove out of the way, avoiding the attack. Maikeru's opponent ordered his Poke'Mon to keep the attack, unloading Water Gun after Water Gun. Sandslash cleverly avoiding the attacks, dodging the water towards it's opponent,gradually getting closer until it was only a few yards away.. The Dewgong shot an attack that couldn't be avoided at such a close range, and the Sandslash braced itself.
" Shinsai, Rapid Spin! " The water splashed off of the spinning spikes on it's back harmlessly, sending water flying in every direction.
" Now, Rollout! " The Sandslash immediately curled into a ball and flew full force into the Dewgong, smashing it in the stomach and sending it skidding back several feet, knocked it unconscious. Glaring, Fred recalled his Dewgong in a red flash of light, and then tossed another Poke'Ball into the arena. A large Venusaur appeared center-stage.
" Heh, let's see you take out this! Venusaur, Razor Leaf! " The large prehistoric plant-dinosaur growled as it sent dozen of very sharp leaves flying at the Sandslash.
" Shinsai, dig underground! " The large spiked-creature dove into the earth, avoiding the attack completely. For several seconds Sandslash never appeared. Fred grew angry and impatient.
" What is this!? " Maikeru smirked, and with an alarming suddenness, Sandslash appeared right from under Venusaur and lunged at it's under belly, sending Venusaur back a few feet with a grimace on it's face and Sandslash landing on it's feet. The crowd roared.
" Now, Earthquake! " Maikeru shouted, and the Sandslash reared back it's claws and hit them to the ground with a fierce impact, and the ground began cracking underneath the wounded Venusaur.
" Finish it with a Slash attack! " Running to the immobilized Venusaur, the Sandslash sent razor-sharp claws across the length of it's face. With a roar the mighty Venusaur's head collapsed, having fainted. Having recalled his second Poke'Mon, Umi appeared extremely shocked and worried. Looking to the third Poke'Mon he chose, he grimaced. He lost with two Poke'Mon that had an advantage, and his last Poke'Mon had a disadvantage.. How was Magneton supposed to win when his other Poke'Mon couldn't? Magneton was the least trained of the Poke'Mon he chose.. He lowered his Poke'Ball and stepped from the Battler's Square, calling out:
" I give up..", glanced wistfully at the Sandslash, and left the arena. The crowd roared. Maikeru ran to meet his Sandslash, who appeared just slightly winded.
" You were great, Shinsai! I'm very proud of you! " The Sandslash appeared happy as Maikeru recalled it, feeling very accomplished as the announcers spoke over the intercom:
" Maikeru Tannou advances into Round Two! ". As Maikeru made his way back to his seat and to the congratulations of his friends and also a few other random trainers, a pair of blue, gleaming eyes watched him with interest..
Chapter III- Poke'Mon League! Round one.
~"Attention, all participants in this year's tournament! Please, report to the Stadium main gate within one hour to be escorted into the center arena where the tournament will commence! I repeat..-'~ Maikeru was long ago up and dressed, and was currently enjoying his eggs, bacon, and toast that he had fixed for breakfast. Kokoro had climbed out of bed a few minutes earlier and, after somewhat groggily dressing in clean clothes, shook Sataku out of bed, who at first wouldn't comply, but after hearing the second announcement ( and then third.. ), made his way out of bed as well. Chugging down his class of milk, Maikeru gave a satisfied sigh and cleaned the dishes dishes. Kokoro busied himself by fixing a bowl of cereal for, the crunchy pieces clanking in the bowl decorated with several pictures of grass-Poke'Mon along the sides. Sataku, on the other hand, was reading a newspaper that had been delivered to their room free of charge, headlined with a large article about the tournament they would participate in that very day. Maikeru opened his mouth to ask Sataku if he was planning on eating anything, when there was a knock on the door. Sataku quickly jumped to his feet and walked to the door. After exchanging a few words with the man behind, he was on his way when Sataku paid him and walked in with a box of donuts. Maikeru was temporarily stupefied by this and just shook his head, stifling his laughs.
About forty-five or so minutes later, Maikeru, Sataku, and Kokoro were assembled in the center of the arena, along with the countless other contestants, among them Sakura. Sakura searched in vain for her friend, unable to find Maikeru in the large crowd, who currently stood with Sataku and Kokoro at the other side of the collection of trainers. Not a word was exchanged between the friends as the the preceedings continued. A very large crowd cheered throughout the sea of spectators seated in the stadium. It didn't even look as if there was one empty seat.. Up in the main box sat four interesting looking people, along with a special medal that was worn around a statue of a Dragonite. One of the four stood, a fairly tall man of about six feet and two inches. Long black hair cascaded down the range of his face and gracefully landed just slightly past broad shoulders. Though no one could really see them, his eyes had a very clever and knowing aspect to them, the kind of eyes that seem to bore straight through your soul.. A cape a darker red than the colour of one's life blood fluttered slightly in the smooth wind as the man spoke, eyes wandering through-out the ranks of the Poke'Mon trainers.
"It is great to be here at the Poke'Mon League Championships.." he began before the crowd interrupted with load cheering, roaring for what seemed a minute or two.
"My name is Crimson Darc, and as of two years ago, Master Lance has named me as the new Leader of the Elite Four. It is a rank that I am most privileged to hold, and can not begin to repay him for his kindness in this and many other things as I stand before you today. Many of you will discover your destiny as a Poke'Mon trainer in the duration of this tournament." Crimson's eyes lingered on Maikeru's group..
"And, even though you may not win, you will go on to greater things through your lives. Only one of you will be able to face the Elite Four, who are some of the greatest Poke'Mon trainers to have ever existed, and it would be our great honour to face the winner who has proven him or herself among you." And with that, the crowd cheered again as Crimson took his seat. He chuckled to himself from the crowds intense cheering, and only his his respect and serious attitude towards Poke'Mon kept him from oogling over some of the cheering girls. A young official stepped up to the loudspeaker as the cheering died down.
"The passing of ten rounds is necessary to face the Elite Four. The third, fifth, and seventh matches will all be in some way special, and you will see how they differ from normal battling as the tournament goes on. During each match of the first five rounds, you select three Poke'Mon that you will battle with. The trainer with the last Poke'Mon standing is declared the winner. The last half will consist of all six of the Poke'Mon you have registered. Let the Poke'Mon League Championship commense!" This last statement was greeted with even greater cheering and applause.
On the monitor appeared a large tournament graph, in which a picture of each contestant was placed against anothers. A close-up of each round was shown, and fortunately, Maikeru, Sataku, Kokoro, and Sakura were all too far away from eachother on the graph to face each-other early on. Maikeru guessed that Crimson may have had something to do with this, but Sakura's placement far away from the other three was purely coincidental. The names of the two trainers in round one were named. All of the trainers were given special seats in the front row near ground level to witness the each battle. Unfortuneately for the less skilled, after being knocked out of the tournament, the losers were sent into not quite as good seats farther up in the stands.
The first match was fairly short and was one-sided to a contestant named Gokijin, who dominated the entire match with just one Poke'Mon, his Gengar. The next match was a lot more close-knitted and action-packed, but another trainer just barely pulled out of a defeat on accord of the enemies Golduck 'slipping'. The humiliating defeat caused the trainer to retire into clothing that could obscure his face as he made his way into one of the seats.. Round five, Kokoro against a trainer named Timothy. Kokoro suffered the fainting of his Nidoking after Nidoking took out Timothy's first two Poke'Mon, and then beat Nidoking with a Starmie.. Kokoro gave a small smile as he summoned forth his Jolteon, which quickly dashed in, avoiding all of Starmies water attacks and, after Skull-bashing the Poke'Mon in it's center, Thunderbolted the Starmie into submission. Timothy recalled his Poke'Mon and accepted his defeat rather graciously as Kokoro advanced into the second round. The crowd was greatly enjoying each match.
After many more battles, Sataku was summoned to his match. By this time it was about 4:30 P.M., and there was a five minute intermission between each match before the half-time, which was right after Sataku's match. Sataku was dominating even more drastically than Kokoro was, his Espeon quickly winning against the first two Poke'mon, until a Parasect appeared. Before Espeon could finish off this final Poke'Mon, the Parasect Spored Espeon and then drained it of it's energy, forcing Sataku to recall it. Angered, a great Ninetales was summoned to the field, and before the Parasect could even really react to it, a large Fire Blast engulfed and knocked out the Parasect, causing an advance for Sataku, and render another unhappy trainer to lose his chance for victory.
Just barely into the next bracket, Maikeru was called for his match. Staring grimly at his opponent, the light was spun to determine who would send out their Poke'Mon first. It was Maikeru. Throwing a Poke'ball to the field, a Sandslash appeared.
" Come, Shinsai! " The opponent, known as Umi, smirked.
" Well, that's an easy one! I have a water type that will murder that little mole! Come, Dewgong! " Sandslash inched it's way closer to the Dewgong, hoping to get within range to launch an attack.
" Dewgong, Water Gun! " Umi commanded, as the large horned seal shot water from it's mouth at high-pressures. Sandslash quickly dove out of the way, avoiding the attack. Maikeru's opponent ordered his Poke'Mon to keep the attack, unloading Water Gun after Water Gun. Sandslash cleverly avoiding the attacks, dodging the water towards it's opponent,gradually getting closer until it was only a few yards away.. The Dewgong shot an attack that couldn't be avoided at such a close range, and the Sandslash braced itself.
" Shinsai, Rapid Spin! " The water splashed off of the spinning spikes on it's back harmlessly, sending water flying in every direction.
" Now, Rollout! " The Sandslash immediately curled into a ball and flew full force into the Dewgong, smashing it in the stomach and sending it skidding back several feet, knocked it unconscious. Glaring, Fred recalled his Dewgong in a red flash of light, and then tossed another Poke'Ball into the arena. A large Venusaur appeared center-stage.
" Heh, let's see you take out this! Venusaur, Razor Leaf! " The large prehistoric plant-dinosaur growled as it sent dozen of very sharp leaves flying at the Sandslash.
" Shinsai, dig underground! " The large spiked-creature dove into the earth, avoiding the attack completely. For several seconds Sandslash never appeared. Fred grew angry and impatient.
" What is this!? " Maikeru smirked, and with an alarming suddenness, Sandslash appeared right from under Venusaur and lunged at it's under belly, sending Venusaur back a few feet with a grimace on it's face and Sandslash landing on it's feet. The crowd roared.
" Now, Earthquake! " Maikeru shouted, and the Sandslash reared back it's claws and hit them to the ground with a fierce impact, and the ground began cracking underneath the wounded Venusaur.
" Finish it with a Slash attack! " Running to the immobilized Venusaur, the Sandslash sent razor-sharp claws across the length of it's face. With a roar the mighty Venusaur's head collapsed, having fainted. Having recalled his second Poke'Mon, Umi appeared extremely shocked and worried. Looking to the third Poke'Mon he chose, he grimaced. He lost with two Poke'Mon that had an advantage, and his last Poke'Mon had a disadvantage.. How was Magneton supposed to win when his other Poke'Mon couldn't? Magneton was the least trained of the Poke'Mon he chose.. He lowered his Poke'Ball and stepped from the Battler's Square, calling out:
" I give up..", glanced wistfully at the Sandslash, and left the arena. The crowd roared. Maikeru ran to meet his Sandslash, who appeared just slightly winded.
" You were great, Shinsai! I'm very proud of you! " The Sandslash appeared happy as Maikeru recalled it, feeling very accomplished as the announcers spoke over the intercom:
" Maikeru Tannou advances into Round Two! ". As Maikeru made his way back to his seat and to the congratulations of his friends and also a few other random trainers, a pair of blue, gleaming eyes watched him with interest..
