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Interlude – Steps (Part 2)

    Interlude – Steps (Part 2)


    <strong>INTERLUDE - STEPS (PART 2)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">To Chase Karlson, life was about excellence.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Most humans would be satisfied with doing the bare minimum, drifting along the current and offering up no resistance. Living your life as a spectator, so long as you earned three meals a day, a warm bed, and maybe a trip or two per year. Then eventually start a family. This was what people thought was a good life, and honestly, could he really me them?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yes, he could, and he <em><span style="font-weight:400">would</em><span style="font-weight:400">.


    <span style="font-weight:400">In through the nose, out through the mouth. Chase felt the blood pump through his legs as he ran through route 207. After another thirty minutes of jogging, he would slowly increase his speed as time passed until he reached his maximum velocity. He jumped over a fallen tree trunk as if it was a hurdle. Riolu did the same, flipping twice in the air andnding gracefully without even a single noise. Chase paid it no mind. It was an expected performance.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This was their routine. They had been doing this for years, even before the Circuit started. Chase had implemented a workout regiment to bring them into top shape, and Riolu had taken it in stride, just like he had expected. They were so alike, Chase and he, and that meant they both expected <em><span style="font-weight:400">excellence</em><span style="font-weight:400">.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This was only the first section. First, they always worked on their endurance. Chase smiled as he began hitting his second wind. The pain was almost all gone now, and it was being reced by numbness. The next thirty minutes went by in a sh, and he handed Riolu a bottle of water. The small Pokemon clumsily held it with both paws and downed the whole bottle. They could have done this in a gym— Oreburgh had many gyms adapted to Pokemon— but why practice in an unrealistic environment? Being a trainer was all about survival in the wild, and so in the wild, they trained.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, Riolu. Five minute break. Walk off the pain if it hurts. No sitting down,” He told his Pokemon.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Riolu looked at him with his usual determined stare. “Rio!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">As usual, Riolu simply stayed by his side, emting his stretches. He always imitated Chase and looked to him for guidance. At the same time, Chase believed Riolu to be as close to perfection as it got. Sure, he had other Pokemon— two, in fact— but their bond went beyond that. It was in Riolu that Chase believed above all, and it was Riolu who would bring him the title of Champion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After all, Riolu was the only one who could tell how he was feeling at all times.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chase’s dad had exined the concept of aura to him when he gave him his Riolu, but it still was difficult to believe sometimes. The young trainer stared into Riolu’s red eyes and wondered.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">What is he thinking about right now?</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">In some ways, Chase was jealous. Humans ruled the world behind their fortified cities, as had been the case since pre-history, but they were imperfect. wed. Riolu, meanwhile? He could go on a run twice— no, three times as long if he so desired. Chase was the only factor holding him back, and it was <em><span style="font-weight:400">infuriating </em><span style="font-weight:400">to think about.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He would be perfect one day.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s cut the break short,” Chase said. “Time for push-ups. Five sets of ten, then another break.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chase took off his cap and ced himself t against the ground, and <em><span style="font-weight:400">pushed</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Riolu did the same. He was not fully grown, and so he was weak, but this would pay off in the long run. His muscles would destroy themselves, and then be rebuilt a <em><span style="font-weight:400">little </em><span style="font-weight:400">stronger every time. The teen had nned his life in meticulous detail, and he would make sure to have the strongest body possible to stand by Riolu’s side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And so he pushed past the pain, knowing that next time, this would be slightly easier.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Another hourter, their workout was finished. Chase made his way back toward his Poke Center and took a well-deserved shower, using the opportunity to clean Riolu right afterward. Next was lunch. He kept it simple and healthy: chicken, rice, and vegetables on the side. The taste was mediocre, but it was necessary to push through. Riolu only ate in the mornings and evenings, just like the rest of his team. While eating, Chase spent his hour browsing the forums or sometimes watching one of the gym battles.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The boy always ego searched his name, seeing what people said about him. He had made quite an impression in Jubilife, and he reveled in their admiration. It was good that they knew their ce. Their only job was to watch and <em><span style="font-weight:400">wish </em><span style="font-weight:400">they were as good as he was. Chase could sense their jealousy through the screen. Their envy only fueled his desire for excellence. Sometimes though, Chase would see <em><span style="font-weight:400">others </em><span style="font-weight:400">being talked about, and one name came up more than any others— even his.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia Obel</em><span style="font-weight:400">.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Anger boiled up inside of Chase. Cecilia this, Cecilia that, it was all these <em><span style="font-weight:400">losers</em><span style="font-weight:400"> could talk about! She was <em><span style="font-weight:400">nothing</em><span style="font-weight:400">! Some Unovan trash who was too scared topete in her own region because that meant she would have to fight her brother. And yet, she was more popr than he was? Someone who had proven himself time and time again since the Circuit had started? These people were all trash—


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Rio!” Riolu yelled out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chase snapped out of his inner rant, realizing he had already cut a slice of chicken and was just slicing the te, creating an eerie scratching noise. That had garnered the other trainer’s attention, and they stared at him with irritated gazes.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Don’t look… don’t look at me while I’m being mediocre.</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chase finished his meal quickly and left the center before his one hour break was up. He needed a distraction to put this moment of mediocrity behind him. So he decided to go to a battling arena a few blocks away from the gym.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Hey losers!</em><span style="font-weight:400">” He yelled as he walked past the door. “Who’s the strongest trainer here?!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">They stared at him like a group of confused Spinda. Chase continued walking, wasting his breath by asking around for the strongest trainer. This time, he got answers.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Soon they’ll understand. </em><span style="font-weight:400">He thought. No— he would <em><span style="font-weight:400">make</em><span style="font-weight:400"> them understand that he was the only name worth following in this League Circuit full of losers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“One step at a time, I will reach perfection,” Chase murmured to himself.
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