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Toby's POV

Turtwig ran through the cave exit as fast as his little legs could carry him. I laughed as I followed him, kicking a stone a few paces ahead.

"You really don't like caves do you?" I asked. Turtwig turned to glare at me, kicking the stone back at me and hitting me in the shin. So much for getting along. We walked for a few hours until we came back to Jubelife city. Turtwig seemed happy to be back, trotting around while sniffing at other peoples legs.

"Just give us ye' Pokemon!" a voice shouted. I turned to see two blue haired people with their Pokemon out, looking like they were threatening two innocent people. One of them, a man, had familiar spiky white hair and the other had a familiar white hat. The one with the white hair turned to me and I instantly recognised the professor.

"Ah Toby! Impeccable timing as always!" he called, waving me over. I ran over to them, Turtwig following me and looking angry. I could tell right away that these people were bad news, especially if Turtwig didn't like them.

"These miscreants are babbling nonsense that I just can't stomach." the professor said in his gruff, over enunciated tone. I think I got the gist of what he wanted.

"Turtwig!" I ordered and he came to stand between us and the robbers.

One of the blue haired men rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Professor Pokemon, must you be so difficult?" he moaned and I scoffed. He glared at me before continuing. "We are approaching you strictly as businessmen. All you must do is provide us with all your research findings. In return we will refrain from causing massive damage to your research assistant."

I might not be smart enough to follow all this technical talk, but I know what that means. I stepped up, protecting Dawn.

"Toby!" she cried, coming to stand beside me. "Let's battle together and teach these horrible men a lesson!" she gripped her Poke-ball tightly in her hand as she smirked at the blue haired men. Although she needed to work on her trash talk, I nodded.

"Turtwig!" I stated as Dawn released her Piplup.

"Piplup!" she called. The two men released their Pokemon; a Zubat and a Wurmple. I quickly got out my Pokedex.

Zubat; The Bat Pokemon. Even though it has no eyes, it can sense obstacles using ultrasonic waves it emits from its mouth.

Wurmple; The Worm Pokemon. It lives among the tall grass and in forests. It repels attacks by raising up the spikes on its rear.

Piplup; The Penguin Pokemon. Because it is very proud, it hates accepting food from people. Its thick down guards it from cold.

I flipped the Pokedex closed as I readied myself for battle.

"Turtwig, tackle Wurmple!" I ordered. He complied, knocking the Wurmple off it's tiny feet.

"Piplup use pound!" Dawn ordered. The little bird shrieked as it raced at its opponent, striking it with its small flipper as hard as it could. The Zubat stuttered in the air, wavering slightly with a dazed look in its eyes.

"Zubat use wing attack on that dumb Turtwig!" Turtwig's eyes widened, not liking the insult. As Zubat unleashed its attack, Turtwig raced forwards.

"Turtwig stop!" I shouted. To my and Dawn's amazement, Turtwig cleared the wing attack, Piplup having to shield itself from getting hurt, before ramming itself into the Zubat. Both were knocked from the air, Zubat cushioning Turtwig's fall. Zubat was knocked out, little stars in its blind eyes.

"Zubat return!" the man shouted worriedly.

"Piplup use peck on the Wurmple!" Piplup did as it was told and charged at the bug, hitting it head on and knocking it out.

"Great work Toby! Turtwig certainly is strong." I nodded numbly to Dawn's compliment, staring at Turtwig. He really hates to be insulted. He seemed to be really angry, pacing up and down.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Turtwig turned to me, letting out a snort.

"Turtwig!" he snapped, a white glow over taking his small form. We all took a step back as he grew a few inches.

"He's evolving!" Dawn cried, clutching my hand. Soon the light faded and a new shape was standing where Turtwig once had.

"Grotle!" he cried in a new voice. I quickly whipped out my Pokedex.

Grotle; The Grove type Pokemon. It lives along water in forests. In the daytime, it leaves the forest to sunbathe its treed shell.

My eyes widened. My first Pokemon has evolved. I was kinda sad to see the spunky little Turtwig gone, but I knew he was still the same, just bigger.

"How can we loose to a child?" we all turned to one of the blue haired men, who didn't look to happy.

"Who cares, we should go!" the other cried, running off. The first one turned his sneer on me, but I stood strong.

"Mark my words kid, Team Galactic's watching you." he hissed before he ran off after his partner. Professor Rowan shook his head, turning to me.

"They call themselves Team Galactic." he informed me. I must have looked confused because he carried on. "When a Pokemon evolves they seem to release some type of energy." I glanced down at Tur-Grotle. He was munching on some blades of grass. "However I believe that it's a mystic power far beyond our control."

"What does that have to do with Team Galactic?" I asked. Professor Rowan grimaced.

"Team Galactic seems to be trying to use that power for something." he looked angry for a moment before he pulled a big smile onto his face. "Well done Toby on your battling skills.

"Thanks Professor." I said with a smile. Dawn smiled as well.

"Yeah Toby, I'm sure your Turtwig's evolution will be great for the Professor's research."

"Speaking of which, it's best we head off." the Professor stated, walking away. "Until next time Toby."

"Bye Toby!" Dawn shouted. I waved before turning to Grotle.

"Come on then buddy, lets go." I stated, walking towards the next path out of the city. "Next stop, Floaroma Town."

"Wait!" I stopped as a fat man ran up to me. "After watching that amazing battle I thought you should have this." he handed a glittery heart shaped case into my hands. "This is a fashion case, so that your Pokemon will look fantastic in competitions." and with that the man ran off.

"Ok, that was random." I mumbled, placing the fashion case in my bag. "Come on Grotle."

Budew; the Bud Pokemon. Over the winter, it closes its bud and endures the cold. In spring, the bud opens and releases pollen.

"Cool." I stated as the little Pokemon scuttled off. Grotle grunted beside me. "Yes you're still the coolest grass type there is." he nodded. "Now help me find a way to break the rock in the cave so we can get through." Grotle shook his head. "The faster we break the rock, the faster we get through the cave." I reasoned. He perked up, racing as fast as he could into the cave. I jogged after him, liking his new lack in speed. I watched as Grotle smashed ran full speed into the rock, reducing it to rubble sized pieces.

"Wow, you really hate caves." Grotle sneezed on the dust, racing out as fast as he could. I shook my head in amusement, following my impatient Pokemon out the cave. We carried on past the cave, passing a few trainers. Grotle's new found strength taking out all of them with barely any effort. As the sun was setting, we finally arrived at Floaroma Town.

I walked around, my sense of smell assaulted by the hundreds of flowers planted all over the town, which looked a little more like a village. There was everything they needed, a Pokemon centre, shopping centre and plenty of house and what I assumed other socially dependant venues.

"STOP THAT BUIZEL!" a voice yelled as something crashed into my back, sending me toppling to the ground.

"Ohh, son of…" I trailed off as whatever was on my back leaped off, sitting in front of me. It looked like a small orange weasel.

"Bui?" it squeaked and I blinked, slowly pulling out my Pokedex.

Buizel; The Sea Weasel Pokemon. It has a floatation sac that is like an inflatable collar. It floats on water with its head out.

"Hey little guy." I said softly. The orange Pokemon growled at me, it's ears flattening.

"Buizel!" a man snapped, running up to us. "I'm sorry young man, my Buizel can be a bit…rebellious at times." the Buizel barked at him. "Ok, all the time." he sighed. I stood up, dusting myself off. I could hear Grotle stifling his chuckles but I only rolled my eyes.

"It's no problem sir." I said with a smile. He gave a grin of relief.

"Thanks for not making a big deal out of this. This little guy has given me nothing but trouble since I caught him." I stared down at the Buizel. It was scratching the floor.

"Maybe that's because he didn't want to be caught, he is still young." the man raised an eyebrow at me.

"How do you know?" he asked, glancing down at his Pokemon.

"Because his fur is still light and slick even though he's dry. That's the oils that protect his skin. Once they sink in he will obtain a darker orange to his coat." the man, and even the Buizel, looked surprised.

"You know a lot about Pokemon, how old are you?" I chuckled, enjoying the conversation.

"Well when your mother forbids you from starting your journey at ten and you have to wait an extra six years before you can start, all you can do is study Pokemon until you can go and catch them." the man looked impressed.

"Well that's some dedication you have, you'll make a fine trainer…"

"Toby." I clarified with a smile. He smiled back.

"The name's Sheldon." he said, grabbing my hand and shaking it. I shook back.

"Well it was nice meeting you Sheldon…you too Buizel." I say and the Buizel just growls at me. I roll my eyes, reaching down and scratching its float sack. His eyes widened before they shut, a purr admitting from deep in his throat.

"That's the first time I think he's ever purred." Sheldon murmured. Feeling a little like a show off, I quickly straitened up.

"Come on Grotle, lets go find a room at the Pokemon Centre." I mumbled before walking off, leaving Sheldon to his bad tempered Buizel.

Pokemon Journey day four: 9th of July

Today's had a lot happening. I managed to travel from one town to the other in barely anytime, thanks to my newly evolved Grotle, I fought off some really bad looking blue haired goons and I've made a friend.

Sheldon's really nice and he appreciates my brainy side, not many people do. Floaroma Town is a really nice place, everything smells great here-like flowers. That Buizel really was a handful today, really not a happy Pokemon. I feel a little sorry for Sheldon, he really appears to be struggling to handle him. Hopefully that Pokemon will level out as it grows.

Maybe tomorrow will be a bit more interesting then today…it that's possible. Goodnight Journal.

Toby

I shut my journal, placing it under my pillow. I sighed as I let my eyes slip shut. Now that Turtwig has evolved into a Grotle, he seems to have mellowed out quite a bit. I'm looking forward to more days training, now that he seems to be cooperative.

Then again, I have been wrong before...

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