holy shiet why is it so hard to get time i hate school

expect much slower updates sorry!

Actually nah I don't hate school I just hate spending time on stuff I don't really care about

851. admonish: to warn so a fault can be corrected or a danger avoided

Green recalled Gyarados, who probably had a nasty bruise forming on his belly. Silver recalled Crobat, and instead of admonishing the bat for becoming over confident and flying too close, the red head whispered a thanks and a congratulations before sending out Gengar.

Both Green and Arcanine furrowed their eyebrows at Gengar's strange laugh. Arcanine looked creeped out, but Green reassured him with "It's just a gengar, we saw a lot of 'em with Agatha right?" and then muttered, "Distract with flamethrower, then crunch."

852. commute: to change a punishment to one less severe

Well, Arcanine might have been disturbed, but Green was trying to mask a laugh with a confused face. Which ended up looking kind of weird. But if anything, he was amused, not scared.

He'd confessed his fear of ghosts to his grandfather after the professor berated him for leaving all the lights on in the lab after watching a particularly frightening movie with Red (this was when they were kids and Red still hugged Green when either was scared). And then Gramps had implanted into his head this idea that gengar were just clefables dressing up for Halloween; the idea was so absurd and obviously fake that Green started laughing, because that was the first time Gramps had told him anything amusing or even close to a fairy tale.

Green would have laughed at Arcanine, but he decided to commute the punishment from humiliation in front of Silver to pokemon fairytale story time that night.

853. meager: lacking in quantity or vigor; scanty

In a clean, open arena, Gengar's chances at sneaking around would be meager. On the other hand, with the upturned debris and bad lighting, almost the entire arena was cast in long shadows. That kind of shady environment was any gengar's playground, and Silver's was having the time of his life, jumping in and out of shadows just to see if Arcanine would notice.

Once Gengar got bored and decided to land a hit, he found himself caught in Arcanine's crushing jaws. Unfortunately for Silver, Green had had plenty of experience and had mastered how to not be afraid of giggling maniacs.

854. disparage: to speak in a disapproving or slighting manner

Arcanine crunched down on Gengar, who screamed before fainting. Arcanine dropped the inert body, which Silver then recalled.

Silver then sent out Weavile, and Green looked on in mild surprise. An ice-type? He motioned to Arcanine to make a flamethrower – no mercy if Silver was going to make silly mistakes. Was Silver disparaging him or something? Or was it a trick?

855. neural: pertaining to a nerve, the nervous system, or the brain

Arcanine sluggishly backed off, and prepared to launch a flamethrower. Green scratched his head upon seeing the canine sway unsteadily, as if the neural connections weren't functioning. Paralysis? He watched Arcanine grow slower and slower while dodging kicks and punches. …Shit, poison.

856. refuse: garbage

Weavile jumped and span and spirited back and forth, here and there to stall for time and wait for the poison to knock Arcanine out. The speed at which she moved was almost mind boggling, and at times it seemed as though there were multiple of her.

Arcanine landed one of eight flamethrowers. Weavile jumped back, her short black fur singed and barely hanging on, but she had done her job – Arcanine passed out from intoxication. No, not the alcoholic kind (although Gengar had been reported to enjoy breaking into wineries).

857. prosperity: wealth; good fortune

Green still had Pidgeot and Tyranitar left, but even the two of them seemed far from an adequate challenge when faced by Feraligatr. To sum up the last unceremonious part of the battle: Feraligatr froze Pidgeot out of the sky and blasted Tyranitar unconscious with a jet of water.

Green sighed as he walked to the center of the gym. Exeggutor lumbered after him, muttering something incoherently, presumably about how he would've knocked out Feraligatr with a solar beam. As Green handed over the bundle of reward money and the badge, he wondered how his bank account was doing. He really needed and wanted that job at Devon…

858. engulf: to swallow up; overwhelm

Silver accepted the badge, but not the money. He stared past Green at Exeggutor. "You… didn't even use your full team?"

"Yes?"

"And your team was still not at top shape 'cause of Gold?"

"…Yes?"

Silver groaned. "Dear Arceus, and this is already my second battle with you!" Silver shook his head in frustration, but Green was watching the strange spike of hair sticking out of Silver's head with amusement.

"Yep."

"…I'll take the badge for now, but I demand a rematch when you're going to respect me and my pokemon by using your full power."

Up to that point, Green had kind of placidly been letting Silver's words go in one ear and out the other, but the phrase "respect me" struck a chord. It was awfully reminiscent of Gramps' advice: always go all out in battles, respect the your pokemon and your opponent's, remember safety over victory, and learn from loss. The weight of Silver's words engulfed Green for a moment, and he snapped out of his absent-minded daze.

859. saturate: to soak or fill to capacity

"…Okay and sorry. Sorry. I didn't really prepare for this battle and this morning I was rushing to get things together and-" No excuses. "Sorry."

Silver glared for a moment, but his gaze softened momentarily. "Apology accepted. No more talk about Gold's perception of me though."

Green turned to recall Exeggutor and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans. Heck, he wasn't even nervous but his hands were saturated with sweat. "Dang. Ok, but why?"

860. invalidate: to cancel; deprive of legal importance; nullify

"…He loves me but I… I don't know. I know I like him but I don't know if he just loves me and stalks me 'cause he pities me. D'you know Giovanni?"

Green looked up at Silver's strangely familiar eyes. "Yeah."

"He was my father. Note the past tense, I disowned him. If that's possible."

Green stared at the gray eyes. Besides the eyes there was little resemblance; Silver's figure was lean and thin as opposed to Giovanni's bulky figure. "Uh… wow. He raised a kid?"

"No." Silver walked off the arena, and Green followed. The other trainers made way for the two as Green deactivated the traps and they walked out. Silver kept his eyes focused on the ground in front of him as he talked. "He didn't raise me. He dropped me off in an orphanage."

"Oh. With Leaf, right?"

"Yeah. That invalidates any rights he has as a father."