A bored pokemorph was sitting on his throne, having ruled the land for a while. The destruction of the original world they had come to know before the great change had set them all back a few centuries when it came to technological advancements, reverting everyone to start over in a semi-medieval age.

Semi-medieval is what they call it, as technology from the old world still exists, but only a certain few had managed to survive during the old war, and were a rare and valuable commodity for the average pokemorph.

The pokemorph in question was obscured in darkness as he grew bored of the life he had been leading. There was no question about his military might, nor were there any quarrels with the power he wields, he wasn't known as the one who ended the war a few years ago for nothing.

But still, there was something missing… He was able to obtain everything he wanted, he had power, he had status, wealth, and even those who would bow on their knees just to earn his favor and grant them what they wanted.

"Chatot, what's the word on that ancient book you have told me about?" The leading figure said, still bored from all the petty squabbles of nobles he had a few minutes ago.

"Your grace, I recently got word that the scholars have translated it. It was a history book, before we even existed, it sounded… Well, if you were to ask me, barbaric" Chatot said, recounting what he heard from the scholars.

"Barbaric you say? How barbaric are we talking about?" The ruler said, now intrigued by what it was about.

"It's about… Those obscure creators we've had. Humans, we called them. Apparently these humans used to seize what they wanted by force" Chat informed the king.

"No doubt to gain territory? Subjugate each other? Destroy one another?" The ruler asked, as if he knew where this was going.

Chatot shook his head.

"No, not something as high stake as that my lord. It's mostly about gaining what they want through battle, and sometimes even keeping the defeated opponents as their prize to do with as they please" Chatot said.

This caught the king's attention.

"A whole nation? To do with as you please? Surely that's impossible?" The king asked Chatot.

"No, it's not a whole nation. But they would do these… These tournaments where each fighter would battle and rise to the top, fighting in the arena for a chance to get what they want. The prize for becoming the champion can range from marriage into a royal bloodline, gaining the favor of a king, becoming a high ranking general, or even becoming a king yourself" Chatot informed the king.

Now Chatot had the king's full attention.

"King you say? All for a few duels with me?" The king asked him.

"Well, yes and no. The champion of the tournament could certainly ask that yes, but normally the king would grant him the title should he choose to put his title at stake. But ultimately, it is up to the king whatever he wanted to reward the champion, or not at all in the end. Tournaments like this are usually either comprised of volunteers or prisoners, the latter of which usually want their freedom, while the former usually wants to gain the king's favor" Chatot said.

The king contemplated on this, tightening his fists as if to wonder if this was what he was missing all along. Could it be that gaining everything that he had lost what it meant to fight for what you wanted to earn?

After a few moments, the king had made peace with his decision.

"Then… My time has come to pass. I grew tired of playing as king. Very well, if the people of this land respect me so much, then the only way I can entertain myself is by making them hate me now and following what I want to do for once. But I will have one last bit of entertainment before I start over. Bring me a translation from the scholars, I want to read more into this test of power the humans have established before their extinction. And bring me a pen, I have an announcement to make for what's left of the world" The king said as he waited for Chatot to give him the fountain pen.

"... Are you sure about this decision my liege?" Chatot asked the king.

"It's better this way. I've brought peace a few hundred years ago, and now it's time I've found my own peace. This is not a request Chatot, this is an order" The king said, before Chatot eventually gave him the pen.

A few weeks later…

All the pokemorphs were going about their day, either trying to survive, doing their mundane jobs, or just relaxing, but suddenly the skies were covered by all manner of flying type pokemon, mostly the pelippers.

The pelippers didn't bother placing them in the mailboxes that the individual pokemorphs owned, no, this was an announcement for everyone to read as they let go of the messages in mid air.

Each pokemorph, from each different place, where all the different types of pokemorphs had segregated themselves for what type they had, picked up the pieces of paper scattered from the sky.

My good citizens, you have served me all as my people, and I, as your king. I have governed you all for years, and now, I see no reason to be your king. But I will not leave this throne empty, no, I have one last thing to resolve. To select a new king, but picking a new king just for selection alone is not ideal for what I have in mind.

A king should be able to surpass great odds, and not just be a wise individual, but one that can protect its people. I don't care how prosperous you end up ruling the nation I have united, but I do have more respect for strength.

Strength I have used to subdue and cripple everyone who went to war with each other. The strength to beat down anybody in their way, just to fulfill their goals, strength to see things through no matter what.

You may be wondering why I have decided to step down, you have no more use for a king who has kept things together for far too long, or even know the face of anymore. Which is why I will be holding a tournament.

A tournament that will decide who will rule and who is the strongest, a show of power. I want you all to come to the arena near the capital at the end of this month, and prove yourselves you have the right to be king.

But this tournament should not be treated as a festival, no, this tournament shall withhold punishments for failing to live up to your own standards. Should you fail to qualify on the elimination rounds, you may lick your wounds or continue watching as a spectator on the stands. But should you qualify as a main fighter and lose… There will be consequences.

Only the strongest will rise, just as I have in the war, can be king. And should they conquer these impossible odds, they will get the chance to be the ruler in my place

-The king

Uproars and cheers rang through all the nations have read this announcement, with some already making plans for what the plan to do, while others began training for whatever challenges they were going to face.