Chapter 16
<strong>CHAPTER 16</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">A series of ‘<em><span style="font-weight:400">Ooooohs</em><span style="font-weight:400">’ ran through the crowd after Chase’s challenge. Cecilia simply sighed and shook her head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, thank you,” She said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That wasn’t a question. I’m going to put you in the dirt and expose you like the fraud you are!” Chase yelled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Watch yourself, low-ss <em><span style="font-weight:400">trash</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” One of Cecilia’spanions said. “Don’t you dare talk to her like that! Don’t you know who I am?!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck off, I’m not talking to you. Can’t she speak for herself?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I did, and I said I wouldn’t battle you,” Cecilia said, before walking off. Her group followed suit.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know what you are! I looked you up! You think you’re <em><span style="font-weight:400">so </em><span style="font-weight:400">strong when the only reason you’re here is because of your <em><span style="font-weight:400">brother and father</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” Chase said. She stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh? Did I hit a nerve?” He grinned and turned to the audience. “Everybody acts like this chick having a dragon is some great unimaginable feat, but her brother owns a Hydreigon— which I’m sure most people here know, but connect the dots! They probably gave her its offspring. Not only is that an unfair advantage, but she has the best Deino possible! Good genes, <em><span style="font-weight:400">and</em><span style="font-weight:400"> someone to call for training advice whenever she wants.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Murmurs ran through the crowd as people began to agree with his points.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now, with your father, you get virtually<em><span style="font-weight:400"> infinite </em><span style="font-weight:400">amounts of cash! And not only that,” He paused as he pointed to the biggest kid of the group. “But you’re also engaged to this motherfucker.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I heard a few people gasp, along with whispers about his name. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Bianchi</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So yes, <em><span style="font-weight:400">motherfucker</em><span style="font-weight:400">. I do know who you are, and I just can’t be bothered to care. Don’t you people see?!” Chase asked, addressing us. “These rich fucks are pooling their resources together and helping each other even though they already have an unfair advantage to begin with! And I’m going to prove that no matter how much you cheat, you’re still worse than I am,” Chase finally finished. The crowd was now fully on his side, chanting for the girl to go back to Unova. Cecilia’s shoulder were shaking, and she was frozen in ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why are you like this?” I blurted out.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Huh?</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Who the hell are you? Some other groupie?!” He asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">I looked around myself, and my eyes widened. I had just spoken without realizing it, and everyone’s attention was now on <em><span style="font-weight:400">me</em><span style="font-weight:400">. My breathing quickened and my heart pounded against my ribcage.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah—uh—I mean— There’s no reason to be m—mean, right?” I said, stumbling all over my words. “Let’s all just get along…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You add nothing to the conversation. You don’t counter my points. Do us all a favor and stop talking—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“N—no, look, sure, some of it might be unfair, but it’s not the first time this happened. It’s like this every year!” I said, finding my courage. I remembered that this was the man who had destroyed Denzel’s self-esteem for sport, and now he was trying to do it to someone else? No. “In fact, I think that you’re just mad that her victory overshadowed yours. Am I wrong?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even if you were right, my point still applies.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thenin to the League, don’t make all of these people gang up on her. Ask them to institute some standards! She’s not at fault here, the system is!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why are you fighting so hard for someone who would never give you the time of day? You’re sucking up to them for no reason!” Chase asked me as if he was unable toprehend my actions.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Because it isn’t right! We’re all in this together, and fighting because of your small ego won’t make you any better. Try to be a better person for a change, and maybe one day, you’ll have friends to ask for help too if you’re struggling!”
<span style="font-weight:400">"<em>Gr</em><em><span style="font-weight:400">aaaah</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” Chase groaned. “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Fine, </em><span style="font-weight:400">you’re off the hook for now, <em><span style="font-weight:400">Unovan</em><span style="font-weight:400">. You can thank the Legendaries that some bootlicker decided to bat for you— you didn’t even have to defend yourself. But that’s how it always is with you, <em><span style="font-weight:400">isn’t it</em><span style="font-weight:400">? Always have other people speak for you. Your dad, your brother, and now this random trainer,” He finished. “This city’s fucking mediocre, I’m out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The boy shoved his hands in his pockets and stormed off. The crowd dispersed soon afterward, and I noticed that some people had been recording with their Poketch. I hoped nobody would put this online— with these two trainers being the center of attention this year, some would inevitably fall onto me, which was something I didn’t want. Unlike Denzel, I simply wanted to do my own thing without being ‘famous’. I wanted to be able to walk down a street without trainers recognizing me because that could either go well, or <em><span style="font-weight:400">really </em><span style="font-weight:400">badly— case in point: what just happened to Cecilia.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You. What’s your name?” Someone asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">I jumped and turned toward the voice, which was Cecilia and her group.
<span style="font-weight:400">“M—me?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. Who else?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Grace Pastel. Why?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, Grace. Thank you for your help, I appreciate it. I didn’t have it in me to defend myself, but it was nice to have someone willing to do so,” She said in a passive-aggressive tone.
<span style="font-weight:400">Was she throwing shade at her group, or was I imagining things? Either way, Cecilia was gone as fast as she hade, and I’d probably never see her again. I sighed. I wanted to ask her about how she battled. She was so cool and collected the entire time. And the percentages? What did that even <em><span style="font-weight:400">mean</em><span style="font-weight:400">? The power of her Pokemon’s attacks, maybe? How did one train a <em><span style="font-weight:400">dragon </em><span style="font-weight:400">to do something like that, and why would you even do so?
<span style="font-weight:400">So many questions, and so few answers.
<span style="font-weight:400">Anyway, that was enough drama for an entire year. It was time to train. I may have disliked Chase and wanted to know more about Cecilia, one thing was for certain: they were way better trainers than I was, and I had to discover what was the difference between us. For now, though, it was time to train.
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">I spent the next few days training harder than ever before. With Frillish, we worked on strengthening his Bubblebeam as much as possible, along with attempting to increase his speed. Sure he could float, but he would just be a sitting target for Rock Throws if he wasn’t able to move out of the way. Denzel had told me to go train against the Geodude from Oreburgh cave, although he had warned me explicitly not to underestimate them and take cover whenever I fought one. He didn’t have to tell me twice— I already knew wild Pokemon were extremely dangerous because they wouldn’t hesitate to target the trainer, and had no restraints on their attacks.
<span style="font-weight:400">Frillish’s training had gone well, and his Bubblebeams were faster, <span style="font-weight:400">more powerful, <em><span style="font-weight:400">and </em><span style="font-weight:400"sted longer, along with Night Shade, although we neglected his other attacks in order to make more time for those two. I just couldn’t see a scenario where Frillish ever got in physical contact with one of Roark’s Pokemon and lived to tell the tale. Unlike Togepi, he was way too frail to take more than one attack. Maybe two, if I felt generous. At the end of every training session, I’d have to go and buy Frillish poffins, which was seriously draining my money reserves.
<span style="font-weight:400">For Togepi, she was now fully capable of using Fairy Wind. I had to be careful with her, however, because she still couldn’t really control how <em><span style="font-weight:400">big </em><span style="font-weight:400">it was, which meant that I was forced to stand very far away from her every time she used it and that I couldn’t use it in battles to avoid risking the lives of trainers facing her. I didn’t know what would happen if a human was hit with it, but knowing how strong Pokemon were, I was sure it wouldn’t be pretty.
<span style="font-weight:400">The second move we worked extensively on was Sweet Kiss. It was faster now, and its confusion effect was more potent. I was confident Roark’s Pokemon would stay confused for at least two of Togepi’s next attacks instead of the one we normally always got. We had also created a signal for it so that it wouldn’t be telegraphed so easily. Whenever I’d tap my foot twice against the ground <em><span style="font-weight:400">hard</em><span style="font-weight:400">, she would send out a Sweet Kiss. I had already tricked quite a few trainers with it. The only other move we worked on was Rollout, but not as an offensive move. It would do nothing against Roark’s rock types, but it would be useful as a movement-oriented ability. Like Frillish, Togepi was quite slow— obviously, with the size of her stubby little legs. With Rollout, however, she’d be able to relocate anywhere on the field at rtively good speeds, and it would be useful to dodge attacks as well. In the end, we had improved on her maneuverability with the move, and she was able to take sharper turns and stop abruptly more easily.
<span style="font-weight:400">Atst, my battle with the Oreburgh gym trainer had arrived. Denzel’s would be tomorrow, and he had attempted toe to see me, but the battles were meant to be private. I followed the gym trainer deep inside of the gym until we reached a battlefield that was a replica of Roark’s— only one point five times smaller.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, let’s do it. This’ll be a two-on-two battle with no switching allowed. Obviously <em><span style="font-weight:400">no killing</em><span style="font-weight:400">, and you have to send out your Pokemon first,” She said in an upbeat voice.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You seem excited,” I asked as I grabbed my Pokeball with trembling hands. I was trying to distract myself with small talk, but it wasn’t working.
<span style="font-weight:400">“First time doing one of these, so that means Roark acknowledged my skills,” She said with a smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cool, cool…” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">Enough stalling. I took a deep breath, held it there for a few seconds, and exhaled as I released Frillish. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Calm down, Grace,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I thought to myself. <em><span style="font-weight:400">It’ll be fine. You trained for this.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re up Frillish. This is it. This is what we trained for,” I told him.
<span style="font-weight:400">He nodded and stared straight ahead.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A Frillish, huh? Interesting, I haven’t seen many of those before,” The gym trainer said as she sent out her Pokemon. A small tree-like being materialized in front of her, confusing me for a second before I recognized it. It was a Bonsly.
<span style="font-weight:400">A screen nking the arena lit up and counted down from three.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">I got this</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Get up high and then Bubblebeam!” I yelled out as soon as the timer hit zero.
<span style="font-weight:400">Frillish propelled himself upward with his tentacles, and a stream of bubbles rushed toward the Bonsly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Jump back, and then Rock Throw!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Bonsly dodged, but Frillish’s attack hadn’t ended. The Bubblebeam followed it and impacted it directly, causing it to faint.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Yes! </em><span style="font-weight:400">I celebrated in my head. I had taken inspiration from Deino’s seemingly endless Dragon Breath and trained Frillish to keep his Bubblebeam going as long as possible. <em><span style="font-weight:400">One more</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wow, you’re good,” The gym trainer said as she sent out a Geodude.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I am?” I asked, beaming with a smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yep. Geodude, Rock Throw!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Geodude grabbed a rock and threw it upward, but it failed to even reach Frillish because of how high up he was.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aw, shucks,” She said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“B—Bubblebeam?” I ordered, unsure of what was going on. Wasn’t this too easy?
<span style="font-weight:400">Frillish sent out another Bubblebeam, which Geodude dodged with Rollout. Eventually, however, he tired out, and after two hits, he went down.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Congrattions, challenger! You’re now allowed to battle Roark. Head down to the lobby, and we’ll tell you the date and time of your battle,” She said, returning her fainted Pokemon. After a pause, she spoke again. “I can see the look on your face. You’re good, but you’re not <em><span style="font-weight:400">that </em><span style="font-weight:400">good— no offense. This is just the only check we have to regte the amount of trainers taking up Roark’s time. Beating the Pokemon we use is the bare minimum level of skill someone should be at before challenging him, and if you struggled, the odds are you’d never beat him. You have a chance, though,” She said with a wink. “Don’t let the win get to your head. I’ve seen it happen, and the consequences could be disastrous.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I took her advice to heart and made my way back to the lobby. I immediately told Denzel I had won, and he looked ecstatic for me. After a few minutes of waiting, my battle with Roark was scheduled. In three days, at 5:30 pm, my first gym battle would finally take ce.
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TEAM:
Togepi - Pound, Sweet Kiss, Rollout, Growl, Headbutt, Fairy Wind
Frillish - Bubblebeam, Night Shade, Absorb, Water Sport