Hello everyone and welcome to another installment of a Bea story. Unlike the other ones, this isn't a one-shot. Instead there are a few more chapters of this, though those will come later. Overall updates will not have a scheduled time since I've been awful with keeping a schedule since I started a new job in late August. Though I will say, for anyone who reads Master Quest, there will be some stuff coming for it.

Mastering a Fighting Feeling

Ch 1: An Unmistakable Feeling

The cool ocean breeze brushed against her face as it blew her hair backwards. Placing her Rotom Phone on the seat beside her, Bea ran a hand through her short hair. A smile rested on her face, her other hand now clinched into a fist as she stared out into the vast blue ocean.

Her mind could only think of one thing: him. With his victory over Raihan the previous day Ash Ketchum had earned a spot in the Masters Eight tournament and Bea couldn't help but feel elated for the boy from Kanto. Though at the same time there was disappointment swelling within her that it wasn't herself that had earned the right to face off against the best trainers, and more importantly Leon. For a moment her eyes darted over to her Rotom Phone, her final standing in the World Championships showing as it brought a frown to her face.

"Twelfth," she muttered, her elbow now leaning against the side of the Corviknight Taxi. She rested her face against it as she scanned the horizon for her destination. She had been so close to qualifying, just missing out on it as she remembered her final match. At the time she had been ranked tenth when it had been decided her opponent would be a young man with a Charizard. Alain was his name or so she believed. All she truly remembered was how his Mega Charizard managed to overpower her Machamp and would later go on to defeat Flint in a Promotion Match.

She had missed that battle, too frustrated in herself to watch. And yet when she heard Ash progressed to ninth and was scheduled for a match with Raihan she knew she had to be there. Within the stands she watched as the unorthodox trainer stared down another of her rivals as their Pokémon clashed against one another. Though he would never know, she cheered with all her might in the hope that one of them would earn a chance at Leon. Her heart raced with nerves, Bea having lost her breath a few times throughout the match but she never lost hope. And in that moment Ash had been declared the winner she found herself smiling, her body shaking with hope that he would be able to carry on their shared dream and defeat Leon.

And yet it also fueled her with a desire to grow stronger. She hated the sight before her back in the stadium. That it had been him and not her to have gained entrance. And thus she had decided to set off for some special training immediately. East of Galar was an island known for its training program, even Melody had told her that Leon trained there when he was younger. And so Bea had decided to set off for the Isle of Armor in hopes of growing as a trainer.

"It appears there's an island up ahead. Could be the one," the taxi driver stated. Bea nodded as she reached for her phone and placed it back within her pocket. The pokeballs around her waist rocked with excitement.

Soon our training begins, Bea thought to herself as the island in question came closer into view. While it was hard to completely make out, she noted two towers that stood erected in different areas of the island. Likewise she managed to make out what looked to be a dojo of sorts as a large, open training ground expanded behind it. Besides that, however, the rest of the island appeared to be untouched as wildlife sprawled across the land.

A small rock of the taxi shook Bea from her thoughts, the Gym Leader watching as Corviknight lowered them slowly onto the sandy shore. The driver patted the Flying and Steel-Type graciously before he dismounted and opened the door. With a small thanks, Bea tipped the driver before allowing her feet to plant against the soft ground.

Her toes dug deep within the sand, a confident smirk crossing her face as the ocean behind her sprayed mist onto her back. Starmie and Staryu along with Slowpoke appeared to claim his beach as their own, the Pokémon lounging about as she took a step inland.

Corviknight cried out beside her, the taxi driver calling out though Bea ignored him. A gust of wind kicked up some sand, Bea shielding her face as Corviknight took off into the sky once more.

With a deep sigh, Bea raised her arms into the air before pumping them by her sides. For a moment her look of determination changed to embarrassment as she felt Ash had been too much of an influence on her lately. Slapping her cheeks she steeled her resolve before marching down the beach.

The trek didn't take long, the beach quickly giving way to an open field as trees and bushes were scattered about. A river passed through as it escaped from the insides of what Bea assumed was a cave and exited into the ocean. Glancing around she figured this would be a good location to begin her training, her hand reaching for her pokeballs as a bright light was immediately released from them. Within seconds Machamp and the others emerged by her side as they looked just as determined as she was.

"Everyone, congratulations on all the hard work we accomplished this past season," Bea began to say as her various Pokémon cried in agreement. Machamp however remained silent, eyes locked onto Bea as the girl continued to speak. "Compared to our first attempt in the Pokémon World Championships we rose from rank one eighty six all the way to twelfth. We really worked hard. However, it wasn't enough and so we will remain on this island for the time being and continue to push ourselves even harder!"

Once more her companions cried out in agreement though Machamp remained silent. Bea eyed her oldest partner though said nothing. She knew that his loss to that Charizard still hurt, especially since it would have most likely been their best chance to earn a Promotion Match. Deciding on what each of her Pokémon would do, Bea gave the orders for training to commence. Machamp however received none, the Fighting-Type confused as Bea got into a stance before him.

"I've once heard from a trainer that he learned about others the best through battling. Machamp, we share the same disappointment so show me your true feelings!" Bea shouted as she remained in a fighting stance. Machamp appeared to refuse, taking a step back only for Bea to stomp her foot down and throw a punch.

"Champ!" the Fighting-Type cried out, moving out of the way only for Bea to sweep her leg outwards. The action caused Machamp to stumble, falling over into a bush as a few Buneary scattered about. Bea stared down at her partner, ready to continue only a new voice to catch her by surprise.

"To think you of all people would come to the island, you must really be struggling. But don't worry, I'll take you under my wing and make you into a stronger trainer!" Bea frowned at the sound of the voice, a tone of fakeness if she had ever heard one. Bea turned slowly to see the new arrival standing happily next to a Pokémon Bea was unfamiliar with.

"The mighty Bea herself has come to the Isle in search of training. We're pretty packed right now but I'm sure Master Mustard will listen to me, his best student and accept you into the dojo," the girl stated once more. Bea scanned the girl, her outfit looking familiar though she couldn't place her finger on where she had seen it. The girl was decked out in the Gym outfit of the minor league division Poison-Type Gym, and yet it felt like she knew her from somewhere else. Draped over the Gym outfit was a puffy white jacket while a bow that almost resembled a Dustox rested in her pink, shoulder length hair.

"Thank you for the offer, but I didn't come here to train under this Master Mustard. This was meant to be a self-reflection trip where my Pokémon and I could grow," she stated in response. The girl opposite her frowned, hands now placed on her hips.

"Oh, I see now. Afraid that I've surpassed you, Ms. Twelfth, aren't you?" the girl stated as her lips curled upwards. Bea glared at the accusation, Machamp now standing next to her as his arms crossed against his chest. Slowly she began to piece it together where she knew this person from, though before she could say anything her opposition spoke once more.

"I'm not the same trainer you faced back in the Normal Class. After that defeat I came to this island and began training under Mustard. Even if you don't take us seriously, Slowbro and I know we could take you down!"

"So it is you. You look more like a trainer now and less like a singer. Klara was your name if I remember correctly. Perhaps you've grown even a little. The girl with the Slowpoke, though I see it's evolved now," Bea stated. Her other Pokémon regrouped beside her now as the Gym Leader took an open stance now. One hand stood before her body, the other down by her hip as she stared down Klara.

"However, you know that my Pokémon and I never run from a challenge. A true trainer would back up such a claim. So shall we?"

"It seems like I hit a touchy subject," Klara responded with a dastardly smirk. Bea refused to show much emotion, the trainer biting the corner of her lower lip as Klara twirled away from her. The other girl placed her hands behind her back before taking a step forward. Her Slowbro right beside her as they stopped atop a wooden bridge.

"How does this sound? We'll battle in exactly one hour using the rules for the Normal-Class. A two-on-two battle out back behind the dojo. I'm sure the other students would love to watch the battle as well."

"Very well. We shall arrive to the designated location in one hour. As for Dynamax?" Bea asked, raising her arm to showcase the familiar band. It shined in the sunlight as Klara merely raised her own arm.

"We don't need to worry about that. The island here is actually one giant power spot so Dynamax can occur across the entire island," Klara explained as her feet began to cross the bridge once more. Once on the other side she paused as a laugh burst from her lips. Bea found herself growling at the noise, Machamp and Grapploct moving forward slightly at the sound of it.

"And please try to do better than your last few battles. You looked to be completely outclassed by that Alain guy and I want all my adoring fans at the dojo to see me squash you at your best. Got it?"

"My partners and I leave everything we have out on the field. Never have we left a battle with any regrets," Bea replied. Though deep down she questioned that sentiment as the image of her match with Alain replayed in her mind. Her heart had broken the moment the decision was made that Machamp couldn't continue. It had made her wonder if Dynamax could only carry her so far and if she perhaps needed Mega Evolution or even a Z-Ring like Ketchum had. Not that she would ever say it out loud though.

The sight of Klara began to fade into the distance as the girl strolled back towards the dojo. With her gone, Bea turned back towards her partners as she raised a fist.

"This is a chance to test ourselves, everyone. If she's telling the truth then she might be a worthy benchmark to test ourselves. Machamp, Grapploct, you two will battle her."

"Grapp!" Grapploct states happily, its tentacles flexing as it glared in the direction of the dojo. Machamp however appeared less than enthused, his arms still folded as he stood silent.

Bea quirked an eyebrow at that but chose to ignore it. Instead she punched upwards into the sky, all but Machamp copying the action. "Today marks the new beginning of our dream to defeat Leon!"

Various cheers rang out around her as the Gym Leader raised her Pokeballs. Light shot out and struck Hitmontop, Hawlucha and Pangoro while Grapploct and Machamp remained by her side. She smiled at her two oldest partners though it felt forced to her. Like she was trying to convince herself that it would be fine. Without a word spoken between them the three took off for the dojo and their designated spot for the upcoming battle.

Along the way she saw a few other trainers, each of them wearing a special yellow gi as they did various trainings. A few picked what looked to be mushrooms of sorts while others battled the wild Pokémon across the open area. To the side of them Bea could make out a path that gave way to an even larger field, a large tower overlooking it as the ocean rested behind it all.

The uniqueness of the island brought a smile to her face, this time a genuine one. As they reached the front of the dojo the door slid open quickly as it almost surprised Bea. Standing in the entrance was an older man dressed in a blue coat and white pants. Under the coat sat the same yellow gi that the other students wore. Finally a blue and black hat rested stop the little grey hair he had left.

"You must be the new student I heard about. It'll be a pleasure to see your growth, the name's Mustard."

Bea bowed at the sight of the older man before shaking her head. The action caused Mustard to stare on in confusion as Bea tried to walk past him.

"My partners and I didn't travel here to join your dojo, sir. We arrived for special training across the various environments of the island. We've merely come to the dojo due to a request to battle.

"Once the match has concluded we will be on our way once more," Bea explained as she tightened her clothes. Mustard chuckled at that, Bea watching his ever distinct gaze rest upon her. The older man stroked his beard as the chuckle continued to emit from his mouth.

"The offer is always available. We accept anyone who is looking to grow, regardless of their skill, Ms. Bea," Mustard stated. The words caused Bea to stop walking, her feet now half on the grass and half on the wooden floors of the dojo. A smirk sat upon her face now as Mustard continued to hold his gaze.

"So you did know who I was. Was it your idea to send Klara?"

"Nope. That was entirely her. Poor girl wants to get stronger but is afraid of anyone usurping her as the best at the dojo. So every time there's a new visitor she tries to scare them away."

"So this is often then?" Bea asked as Mustard nodded. The blood inside her body began to pump now, Bea curious as to how strong Klara might have grown if she was able to drive away potential recruits for the dojo. A smirk began to form on her face as Bea began to hope that this would be a great training attempt. It was a chance for her to test her own limits after the last few losses.

"Klara is a strange one that's for certain," Mustard joked as he turned away from Bea. His eyes gazed towards the dojo as Bea took a step towards it. "But despite all her issues I know deep down there's a special trainer within her. All she needs is a rival to push her past her limits."

Mustard began to walk away, the older man waving to Bea as she remained silent. Deep down she understood just what the island's master meant but she couldn't commit to it. She was here to focus on herself first. This battle with Klara was nothing more than a warmup for her training. Besides, she hadn't arrived on the island in search of a rival but rather to better herself in preparation of the next World Championships. Machamp came to a stop next to her, Bea staring at the Fighting-Type as something felt off. Machamp lacked the usual energy he gave off before a battle, his arms looking a bit sluggish as Bea tapped her fist against his skin.

"Relax. We'll pull through with no problem," she stated as Grapploct moved ahead of them. Bea followed behind the Fighting-Type ad Machamp slowly brought up the rear. As they entered the dojo Bea noticed the many eyes now staring at her. She did her best to ignore them though the unease of it all started to get to her.

Moving towards one of the corners of the dojo she sat down on the wooden floor. Her legs were crossed underneath her, the girl slowing her breathing as she prepared herself mentally for the upcoming excursion. Grapploct and Machamp copied her actions, both Fighting-Types doing their best to slow their breathing. However, Bea could tell Machamp was struggling. His breathing was off beat, his exhales almost sounding stressed as she tried to keep pace with him.

Bea worried for her partner, opening her eyes for a moment to see him with a few beads of sweat on his face. His eyes were narrowed, staring off towards a television within the dojo as it replayed the highlights of Ash vs Raihan. Bea nodded at that, understanding Machamp's anger. While she too was frustrated, Bea had decided to just look forward towards the future instead of holding onto her regrets. Or at least she tried.

Eventually it came time for the match, Bea standing up as she raised two pokeballs. The familiar red light shot out as it recalled Grapploct and Machamp into their respective pokeballs. Bea stared around the now empty dojo as a pair of doors were open towards the back.

"You might as well head out there," Mustard stated as the old man caught be off guard. He chuckled at her reaction, now standing beside her as the girl recomposed herself. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't. I just wasn't ready," Bea retorted as she pulled on her outfit. She could hear Mustard sigh at that though her eyes were focused on the wooden doors. Walking towards them she heard the creaking of the floor beneath her feet. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if Bea wasn't ready for this conflict that awaited her.

Once outside she took in the appearance of the area. A mountain rested off in the distance as a plain, grass and dirt field sat before it. The field was surrounded by other members of the dojo as her opponent stood in the center of them waiting. She was stretching slightly, her Slowbro waiting patiently as Bea continued her walk forward.

She moved in silence, her eyes trained on the person who would be her opponent. Bea's ears twitched slightly as she heard Mustard from behind her. A quick glance was all she allowed herself to look at the old master. Gone was his friendly demeanor, his face now blank as he likely wanted to see what she was capable of.

Bea moved her eyes back onto Klara, her opponent now smirking gleefully as Bea made her way onto the field.

"Well looks like I was wrong. Here I was telling the other students that you would be too afraid to face me," Klara stated as she flipped part of her hair. Bea scoffed at the accusation, making her way towards her own side of the field. "Though I'm glad you showed up. Beating you will allow me to show everyone here just how beneath me they actually are."

"Talk is cheap in battle," Bea stated as she found herself smirking at Klara's now present glare. The Stow-on-Side Gym Leader turned away from her opponent, taking a moment to relax her breathing. Once composed she faced back towards the field, her eyes looking straight towards victory. "Actions are all that matter here. Overconfidence will be your downfall."

"As if," Klara teasingly responded. The girl waved her hand back and forth as Slowbro slowly waddled onto the field. "The only people who complain about overconfidence are those lacking in it. I think it's time for the world to see just how much I've grown! First we'll complete the training here at the dojo and then we'll impress Leon enough to give us a Gym!"

Bea rolled her eyes at that remark, quickly getting into a fighting stance as Mustard moved towards the middle of the field. No words were spoken by the older man as Bea tossed a pokeball out onto the field. It exploded with light, Machamp landing on the grassy terrain as his appearance caused some dust to be kicked up. The wind blew slightly, Bea feeling it brush against her hair as Mustard motioned for them to begin.

"We'll strike hard and first! No time to mess around here, Bullet Punch, Machamp!" Bea shouted as she threw a fist forward. Machamp merely nodded as his four fists glowed a metallic silver. Klara and Slowbro merely stood there, the former looking rather happy despite the first move belonging to her opponent. The Fighting-Type dashed across the field, his feet leaving imprints as chunks of grass and dirt were ripped up.

"Slowpoke, dear, just brace yourself for that attack. I'm sure it won't do much to such a powerful Pokémon like you," Klara finally stated as Machamp was within striking distance. Slowbro tilted its head in confusion, only able to watch as a flurry of punches rained down upon it.

Bea smirked at the assault, feeling rather confident in herself as Machamp began to back off. They weren't done however, Bea stomping her foot against the ground as Machamp copied the action. "Send them flying with your Strength!"

"Slowbro, Withdraw!" Klara called out in a flirty nature. Bea felt herself growing annoyed with how Klara was apparently handling the battle, her opponent striking a pose for the other students to feel impressed.

Slowbro did as it was commanded, raising the arm that held his shell before his body. It glowed slightly, the shell expanding in size as it appeared to swallow Slowbro completely. Machamp raised the shell up over his body, a white glow surrounding him as he prepared to toss it. Bea felt worried over this, the girl wondering just what Klara might have had planned, especially since she wasn't dodging. Her worst fears came to fruition as Klara's lips parted to issue another command.

"Oh your little display of strength and might won't work here, sweety. Slowbro, how about a taste of our pristine Shell Side Arm?" Klara asked with a wink. Bea's eyes widened as she saw the shell shake slightly, the tip of it glowing with a toxic purple.

Biting her lower lip, Bea tried to compose herself as she threw out a karate chop. "Quickly, Machamp, toss that shell out of here!"

"It's too late," Klara teased gleefully. Bea quirked an eyebrow at that as she knew Machamp was faster than her Slowbro. And yet Klara was right, the shell spraying a noxious purple liquid all over Machamp's face. The sludge like substance stuck to Machamp for a moment, burning his body as he dropped Slowbro's shell from the pain. The Psychic and Poison-Type reemerged from its Withdraw, the shell now only covering the tip of its arm.

Machamp however thrashed about in paid, his hands pulling at the goop on his face only to rip away from it nearly as fast. Bea knew she had to think fast, the girl thinking back to the various matches she had seen of Ash. That's when an idea came to her.

With a small smirk she twisted her body slightly, throwing her right arm across her body. "Machamp, we'll fling it off with Darkest Lariat! Don't touch anymore of that substance!"

"Champ..." Machamp stated softly. His body glowed a shade of dark purple, Machamp grimacing slightly as he twisted his body before it broke out into a spin. Almost immediately the globs of toxicity flew from his body and landed around the field. The substance ate away at the ground as some disintegrated on impact. Others remained as Bea stared at her partner.

His rotations had come to a stop, though his body was burned heavily from the poison. Machamp huffed as he tried to catch his breath, Bea confused as to how he was already growing tired. She knew that this was unlike him, especially since he typically had better stamina than to grow tired from a single attack. Machamp's eyes narrowed in annoyance, the creature staring down Slowbro as it just sat on the field patiently.

Something isn't right, Bea thought to herself before punching forward. She yelled for another Bullet Punch as Machamp leapt forward. Arms reared back, they quickly glowed with the familiar metallic shine as Machamp grunted with each step. He swung his first fist, Slowbro barely rolling out of the way of the first punch only for two more fists to pummel its body.

Machamp reared back once more, all four fists striking into Slowbro as the combined might of the attack caused the Psychic and Poison-Type to roll across the field. Lazily standing back up, Slowbro rubbed the back of its head before turning towards Klara with tears in its eyes.

"Oh come on now, sweety, no time for crying. Heal yourself with a Heal Pulse!"

"Heal Pulse doesn't work like that..." Bea muttered as she threw an arm to the side. Machamp jumped back in anticipation though nothing came. Instead Slowbro raised its shell towards the sky as a beam shot out from it. Energy rained down upon the area, Bea noting how the grass on the field was growing once more.

"Always so jumpy. By now you should know that with enough work things can be changed," Klara teased as the energy rained down onto Slowbro. His fatigue and injuries slowly faded away until he was back to full health. Bea bit her lip at that, Machamp still fatigued as he raised his arms in preparation to attack.

And yet Bea could tell it was hopeless. His arms sagged, his body covered in sweat as Machamp struggled to catch his breath. She quickly called for another Darkest Lariat, the shadowy flames enveloping Machamp's body as he spun around. The fire ate at the newly restored grass as Klara and Slowbro sat there patiently, an annoyingly smug smirk on the latter's face. Snapping her fingers, Klara countered as she called for a Psychic.

Machamp's body glowed blue before he slowly was lifted above the ground. The flames remained lit ablaze across his body but his momentum came to a stop. Bea could only watch, eyes wide open as she cursed herself. Machamp's body was quickly thrown down towards the ground as dirt and grass was thrown up into the air. For a moment something caught Bea's eyes but she ignored it as the dust settled to reveal Machamp defeated.

"Looks like that's that," Mustard mused with a light chuckle. The older man started to walk away, his students following him back towards the dojo. Bea lowered her body slightly, bowing in disgust to Klara while her opponent joyfully celebrated her victory.

That's when she finally saw it. Down by her feet rested a foreign object. She didn't move for it yet, first she decided to wait for Klara to leave as the girl recalled her Slowbro. Without even recognizing Bea, Klara strolled off back towards the dojo happily. Bea could have sworn she heard an insult or two thrown her way but her attention was too focused on the object by her feet.

"So that's it, huh? Cheating in a battle is one of the lowest things you can do," she muttered while picking up the object. It was small, purple in color as spikes ran along it. Removing her glove for a moment she tapped the spike as it drew blood, Bea feeling weak for a moment. She dropped the object and sat down, Machamp slowly recovering from his defeat now as he joined her.

"Champ..." Machamp muttered out, sitting opposite Bea as the duo stared down at the ground. The girl smiled at her oldest partner, he was being too hard on himself over this defeat, especially with that new information.

"Relax, Machamp," she stated confidently. The sound of the ocean echoed behind her as her eyes flew up towards the mountains in the distance. "We didn't lose this from our lack of strength. But right now neither of us are in the right mindset to challenge her for a rematch. Not now at least."

"Hmm, so you've picked up on it, huh?" Mustard stated as Bea fell backwards from his sudden appearance. She hadn't heard him return to the battlefield and yet there he was underneath a tree. "A bit too serious at times to pick up on your surroundings. Both in battle and in life, I stopped walking back to the dojo once I saw your reaction."

"So you knew she cheated and did nothing?"

"Sometimes a loss is necessary to grow. It opened your eyes to your weak mindset," Mustard stated as he moved towards Bea. The young girl stood up, dusting herself off before helping Machamp back onto his feet. Mustard was waiting for them, a hand extended as a warm smile crossed his face.

"You're right that this island is what you needed for training. Join our dojo to clear your mind fix yourselves."

Bea turned towards Machamp, the Fighting-Type nodding without hesitation. Seeing that they were in agreement for the first time in a while Bea smirked as she extended her hand forward. She clasped Mustard's hand tightly, the two shaking in agreement as the older man let go first.

He turned away slowly, pausing but for a second to look over his shoulder. "Come now, let's properly introduce you to your fellow students."

"Right," Bea muttered as she recalled Machamp into his pokeball. Taking the first step forward she followed behind the elderly master as the dojo grew in size. The sound of students training could be heard from all angles as she wondered what they each did for their daily regiments. Making their way back into the dojo itself, Bea laid her eyes upon Klara as the girl was being asked various questions about the battle.

She wanted to call her out on her cheating, but it wasn't worth it. She knew it would be sweeter revenge to defeat her in a rematch instead. Standing off to the side, Bea watched as Mustard moved towards the center of the room. Those who were training came to a stop and instead moved aside for the older master. He chuckled softly at that, his hands firmly behind his back.

"Attention!" he called out. His single word alerted everyone in the room to his presence, all noise coming to a conclusion as he nodded at the respect his students gave him. "It's with my great honor to announce we'll be having a new student joining us."

"Another new student?"

"That's the third this week."

"The dojo's gotten pretty popular now."

Bea stood there emotionless, taking in the chatter from the other students. Most appeared to be fascinated by the prospect of another student joining their ranks though one peek at Klara was all Bea needed to tell she was angered by this news. Standing up straight, Bea awaited Mustard to finish his introduction as the man continued on.

"She'll be here just temporarily as she works to grow as a trainer. I hope that each of you give her the same respect as you would any other student. Remember, we are all here to grow in our own ways. So with that, please welcome Bea to our dojo."

The Stow-on-Side Gym Leader nodded at his words, the girl taking a small step forward as everyone except Klara broke into a round of applause. Taking a deep breath she figured this would be the best way to grow. And perhaps it would help with not just being a trainer, perhaps her time here would help her improve as a person as well. Seeing that they were waiting for a response, Bea took one more step forward as she bowed, the words coming out naturally for her.

"I look forward to my time here."

And so Bea has arrived at the Isle of Armor and lost due to some cheating from Klara. Of course, who's to say she would have won if Klara hadn't cheated. Especially with her and Machamp not on the top of their game at the moment. Hopefully you all enjoy where this story will be headed in the few chapters that remain of it.

Thank you to everyone who read the chapter and supports this story. Please leave a review letting me know what you enjoyed and how I can improve the story.