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Chapter 89

    Chapter 89


    <strong>CHAPTER 89</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Electabuzz, Larvitar and I watched as Togetic carried Tang with her Extrasensory toward us. Iughed as she plopped him on the ground, and he stared nkly like a Slowpoke. Frillish worriedly followed behind her, staring at the poor grass type.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it?” I asked, smiling.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Prrrri!” Togetic yelled at Tang.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The grass type nodded, shut his eyes tightly, and his vines writhed. The ground below us shook slightly until he sat down, clearly exhausted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Arceus, you’re doing <em><span style="font-weight:400">amazing</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” I beamed. “It’s only been what, four hours, and you’ve figured out how to use your psychic powers. That’s a huge win in my book.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Maybe theke didn’t just have an effect on humans, but on Pokemon too? Angelzily wriggled his vines and smiled with his eyes. I picked him up, spinning him around like a baby.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve got to do this before you evolve,” Iughed. “You too, Togetic. You better get your Extrasensories in before he gets too big for you to lift.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Toge…” she said sadly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry, I’ve seen that you can learn Psychic through a T.M., and I’m pretty sure that’s powerful enough to lift a Tangrowth. So <em><span style="font-weight:400">eventually</em><span style="font-weight:400">, when I have a lot of money, you’ll get to do it again.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She seemingly sprung up at the idea and picked up angel again, spinning him around like a ball.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not too fast, okay?” I said before turning to the rest of the team. “Today was productive, but we’ll keep going until Chase gets better and we can get to Snowpoint, alright? Then, we can do a lot of fun things, like battling each other. Two on twos, and the like.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Electabuzz and Larvitar quaked in excitement, and I unfortunately had to break to rock type’s heart and remind her that she <em><span style="font-weight:400">wasn’t</em><span style="font-weight:400"> going to be in our mock battles. Truth be told, I was already thinking about a strategy for Candice, even if I hadn’t watched any of her battling videos yet. I knew Electabuzz was going to be the key to winning, especially after learning Fire Punch, but the rest of my team was dangerously weak to ice types. Frillish would be able to mitigate this weakness somewhat, but I <em><span style="font-weight:400">did </em><span style="font-weight:400">like a challenge.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The problem I was going to run into, however, was that since Candice was almost always challengedter into a trainer’s Circuit, there was going to be a severeck of footage of her fighting at the third badge level. That meant that aside from learning her broad fighting style, I was going to go in practically blind, which would push my stalling abilities to the limit, although with how good my team had gotten, I felt confident. Still, I was getting ahead of myself. I recalled my team to let them rest and made my way back toward Savika’s house. I was starting to get hungry, and she was <em><span style="font-weight:400">cooking</em><span style="font-weight:400"> food. It had been too long since I had eaten anything homemade.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I noticed that Craig was leaning against her house. He waved at me, and I approached him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Training hard out there?” He smiled. “Reminds me of my old days.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Really?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The simpleness of it all, I mean. No offense, I know you’re working hard, but this is nothing like training at the top.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised an eyebrow. “How do you do it, then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The more powerful a Pokemon gets, the harder it is to actually make it get stronger,” he exined. “And I’ve already taught my team every move under the sun. That means I have to get crafty,” Craig said. “Combining moves, or just making new personalized moves altogether is how I spend most of my time when I''m training.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I knew about movebinations and new moves already— in fact, I had created one for Electabuzz’s Electric Swift, but it was interesting to learn that older trainers put more stock into that side of Pokemon battling.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I watched a tournament you won in August on T.V., and you didn’t use any new moves,” I told him, crossing my arms.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, the Sunyshore one? It sucked destroying all of those trainers, but I mostly did it because the Poketchpany got on my back and told me I wasn’t battling in public enough,” he sighed. “But there’s a good reason I don’t use them. Why reveal my hand to potential enemies I’ll face at the Conference, who are watching me like a hungry Talonme? I’m watching them as well, of course, but you get the gist of it. That’s why I practice in isted areas, away from any prying eyes. Sometimes, though, you strike gold, and you create a move that can be easily used by your average Pokemon, then you can sell the rights to Silph co. and make bank.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded. “Should I start working on them early, then? New moves, I mean,” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Craig shook his head. “No, you’re better off focusing on the fundamentals until you can get through every gym leader’s personal team consistently each year. I’d say that’s when you should switch your training mindset— but I don’t want to help you <em><span style="font-weight:400">too </em><span style="font-weight:400">much.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? Why not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I felt a palpitation in my heart. Did one of Sinnoh’s greatest trainers me as a potential rival?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t want anyone to get one in over my sister,” he said, and I deted immediately. “Unlike me, Lauren has talent. She’s going ces, so I want her to get to the Conference in her first year. She’ll get crushed by us older trainers, but she’ll be the best-performing first year. It’ll be an amazing showing nheless, and it’ll jumpstart her fame. You can usually count the number of first years that make it to the conference in the dozens, you know? Although it’ll probably be a lot more this year since there are more of you in general.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I thought she didn’t want you to help her,” I remarked as I crossed my arms.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, but I’m helping her out behind the scenes when I can. Gotta help out family, you know?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sighed. It looked like I wasn’t going to get any more information from Craig, which frustrated me. He was a real treasure trove of Pokemon training knowledge, and I <em><span style="font-weight:400">couldn’t</em><span style="font-weight:400"> ess it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">No shortcuts.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I froze up when I saw Smence approach us. Her steps were so powerful that I felt the ground tremble below me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Roxie,” Craig smiled. “What’s up?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The dragon <em><span style="font-weight:400">smiled</em><span style="font-weight:400">, lowering her head close to Craig, and he caressed her scaly chin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s so… docile,” I hesitatingly said. It was odd to see a dragon type behave like a cuddly Lillipup, and it was even stranger to imagine that such aid-back Pokemon had killed <em><span style="font-weight:400">people</em><span style="font-weight:400"> recently.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Should have seen her when she was younger,” heughed. “And when she evolved into a Smence. I honestly thought I’d never get her back under control for a while, but she came around.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I have a friend that can’t get his Gible under control,” I said, thinking of Louis. “Any advice for him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“A Gible?” He said, frowning. “Ah yeah, that Bianchi kid. That seems like potentialpetition for Lauren, and like I said—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine,” I sighed. “Oh, by the way, I didn’t tell you this, but when you leave… not a word about us to anyone, please?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, I wasn’t going to tell anyone I was wounded and stuck in the middle of nowhere anyway, that would destroy my image,” he shrugged. “I have a few contracts to renegotiate soon, so I want to being from a position of strength.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I won’t say anything about you either, then,” I nodded before turning to Smence again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stared at the magnificent dragon once more, who looked into my eyes. Was she appraising me? Now that I was close to her, I noticed a thin chain ne going around her neck with a small red and blue ball embedded with a strange sign.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s that for?” I asked, pointing at the ne.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Craig pulled out his own ne with a simr symbol from below hisyers of clothes. “That’s a mega evolution stone, and she’s got a Smencite. Cost an arm and a leg, especially when I wasn’t swimming in cash back then, but it propelled me to the next level.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My eyes almost fell out of their sockets. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Mega evolution</em><span style="font-weight:400"> was something I honestly hadn’t even thought of yet. The only one who could potentially do it on my team was Larvitar when she was fully evolved, but even then, I had heard that it took such a ridiculous toll on a trainer and Pokemon’s body that it took years to perfect.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Left you speechless, huh?” he said. “Don’t want it to feel like I’m bragging. You’ll get there eventually. Anyway, I was waiting outside to call for your friends, but they both went into the forest. Denzel wanted to catch a Snorunt if I remember correctly.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right,” I said. “I wonder what Cece’s doing— oh, speak of the devil.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I saw my girlfriend walk back to the house, and she looked distraught. I hurriedly ran up to her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s wrong?” I asked, sping one of her hands.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing bad,” Cece said. “Just that I’ve made no progress with Scyther. I suppose I did train a lot, though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stared at her for a few seconds and smiled. “But you <em><span style="font-weight:400">spoke</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to him, at least, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She nodded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then you’ve taken the first step. I’m sure he’lle around. Nowe on,” I said, dragging her by the hand. “Have you spoken to Craig yet?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not much,” she shyly said. It took me a few seconds to remember that despite how close she had gotten to Denzel and me, she was still distrustful of strangers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Cecilia Obel, huh?” Craig smiled. “I heard about you when I was looking up your brother and at the start of this year’s Circuit. I want to beat him eventually. You’ve got a Deino, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes,” she said calmly. Her mask was back on. “He was my first Pokemon.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, yes, I remember! It’s not often that you find trainers starting out with a dragon type. It makes all the other kids jealous, but they don’t know how much of a pain in the ass they are to raise.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Smence growled, which made me shiver.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not you, though, Roxie. Who’s the best dragon in the world? That’s you— yes, that’s you!” Craig eximed. “I’ve got to head back inside, though. I’ll be back, okay?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Smence nodded and took off, almost making my coat fly off in the process. Craig grinned as he looked at his dragon and beckoned us into the house. Hopefully, Denzel would be back soon so we could eat. Whatever Savika had cooked smelled delicious.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey,” I called out to Craig, thinking of him. “Denzel’s a huge fan of yours. I hope this isn’t too much to ask, but do you have any merch of something you could give him? He’d be too scared to ask.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Craig beamed. “Of course. I always carry some samples in my bags— I can give him a mug— ah, wait, that isn’t that useful for a trainer. He can have one of my shirts free of charge,” he said before he began to look through one of his bags. The raven-haired man pulled out a in white shirt with a stylized, painting-like version of him on the back and his Smence on the front, in the same hyper-realistic style. I <em><span style="font-weight:400">did</em><span style="font-weight:400"> have to admit, the art was well made.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I had to haggle to make sure the clothing brand I work with— Denovo— used high-quality fabric and art. If I hadn’t negotiated, they would have used the cheapest materials possible. Anyway, here,” he said, handing me the shirt.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is your friending back soon?” Savika spoke up from the kitchen.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, he’ll be there,” I answered. I turned to Cece, who was looking like an emotionless wall. “Come on, cheer up,” I told her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am already,” she said in a haughty tone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I smiled maliciously and pinched her arm, making her yelp in shock. Savika and Craig stared at her in disbelief.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’s a bit shy, sorry,” Iughed. I could feel her fuming next to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">——


    <span style="font-weight:400">When Denzel came back, we had already started eating. Savika had made some vegetarian stew, since she apparently had her own garden that she used when the weather allowed it and a bunch of canned food she had in storage, which wouldst her <em><span style="font-weight:400">years</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Despite what I had thought from her owning that massive crossbow, Savika didn’t actually hunt Pokemon, it was just for her own protection since she had none of her own.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Anyway, none of that mattered because Denzel came back with the biggest smile on his face, which could only mean that he had caught a Snorunt.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you catch it?” Cece asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Took a while to find one that was alone,” he nodded, his grin widening. “She was abandoned by her group, I think, because Snorunt live in packs. I’ll introduce youter, but that’s not it,” he continued as he sat on the table. “Guess what.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How are you going to ask us to guess when you so obviously want to tell us?” I rolled my eyes. Ceceughed before coughing and restraining herself. Craig and Savika <em><span style="font-weight:400">were</em><span style="font-weight:400"> sitting at the table.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, you’re right. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Eevee evolved into a Sylveon!</em><span style="font-weight:400">” He excitedly yelled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Holy shit!” I beamed. “During the battle?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, we just had a talk, and then he evolved. He was ready,” he said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fairy types certainly are a bi— annoying to deal with,” Craig groaned. “But congrats, kid. It always feels good to see one of your teammates evolve.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you!” He said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You can swear around us, you know?” I rolled my eyes at Craig. “We’re not kids.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You <em><span style="font-weight:400">are</em><span style="font-weight:400"> kids,” Savika said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m very proud of you, Denzel,” Cece said. “It was clearly weighing on you. You look like you’ve grown wings.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I certainly do feel lighter. Hey, pass me some stew.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">——


    <span style="font-weight:400">Savika walked out of her bedroom and stared at us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your friend’s awake,” she simply said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We all rushed into the room to see how Chase was doing. He was pale but alive, and he was sitting up on the bed, drinking a ss of water and taking some pills.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you guys look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Chase said with a painful smile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Next time you’re feeling so bad that you’re about to pass out, <em><span style="font-weight:400">say something</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” I scolded. “You could have died if Savika hadn’t been there!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you, my mom?” He said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe!” I replied.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He rolled his eyes. “How long was I out?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Um, it’s around five in the evening, so eight hours or so?” Cece said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank the Legendaries,” he sighed. “Only missed one workout.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re still worrying about <em><span style="font-weight:400">those</em><span style="font-weight:400"> in your state?” I said. “Don’t even think about it. You’re staying in bed until Savika confirms that you’re all healed.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh, how mediocre,” Chase said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t care,” I said. “It’s for your own good.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Where are my Pokeballs? I want Riolu here,” Chase asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Denzel grimaced. “Savika doesn’t want any Pokemon in her house, so you’ll have to wait until you’re healthy enough to walk again and go outside. Might take a few days.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chase held the bedsheets tightly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I know it’s hard, but we’re here for you,” I said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Whatever.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can’t she make an exception?” Cecilia asked. “Even five minutes is fine.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll go and ask her,” I said. “Keep Chasepany.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I exited the room and looked around for Savika, who had apparently gone outside. I followed suit and found her in her small barn, where she stored all of her firewood. She was probably gathering some to keep her fire going.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Savika,” I said before pausing. No use skirting around the subject. “My friends and I were wondering if Chase could possibly bring his Riolu out for a few minutes—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My eye twitched. “I know that they’re your house rules, but he’s really attached to his Riolu, and I think that it’d help him recover if he was there—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I said no,” Savika said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Could I at least know why? He’s a small Pokemon, and he’s nice. He won’t break things around the house, or dirty it, or be too loud or—”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Savika finished grabbing her firewood and stared at me from the side of her eye. I swallowed. Had I pushed her too far?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Want to know something, girl?” She asked. “I despise Pokemon and Pokemon trainers.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I inhaled sharply. “Pokemon, I could have guessed,” I quietly said. “But trainers?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Do you know why Snowpoint was created? Why people chose live in that damned hell hole thousands of years ago, before the invention of instion? Where even a fire couldn’t keep you alive during the coldest winters?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My people always lived around Snowpoint. In fact, we’re the ones who settled the damn city in the first ce, not the League or any <em>trainers</em>,” Savika started as she leaned against a wall. She stared up at the ceiling, almost as if she was reminiscing. “I assume you’re familiar enough with history to know about the mass migrations that took ce when the League started invading Hisui to subjugate anyone that wasn’t a trainer or submitted to their rule?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded. The truth was, I had forgotten most of it, but theke was helping me fill the gaps.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So… people from the south fled north to escape the League?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tens of thousands of them, through Mount Cor. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Without Pokemon</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” she spat. “Only a few thousand were left by the end, and they arrived in an inhospitable hell. For them, it was either risk death and live freely, or be a servant to whoever the League sent to rule your settlement back then. Life was harsh. Still, my people took them in. We gave them everything, and we only heard rumors of the League forces rampaging down south from the asional group that made it through Mount Cor. Still, we hoped that we were far enough to avoid their lust for conquest.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I bit the inside of my mouth. “That didn’t work.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Twenty yearster, the League came on their flying Pokemon and took everything we had anyway. Everything we had built, with their <em><span style="font-weight:400">trainers</em><span style="font-weight:400">. They enved us, destroyed our culture, worked us to <em><span style="font-weight:400">death</em><span style="font-weight:400">, and now they think I will forgive them for doing the bare minimum? No. I will never forgive. I will take care of you. I won’t make a fuss. But my house, <em><span style="font-weight:400">my rules</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” Savika firmly said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay,” I exhaled. “I’m sorry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So long as you understand,” she said as she began to walk toward her home. “It might seem foolish to you. I know that it’s been thousands of years since. I know that <em><span style="font-weight:400">you specifically</em><span style="font-weight:400"> had nothing to do with it, but it still burns. It burned more when I was still living in Snowpoint and acting like everything was alright, when we’re still being run by that very same system, however changed it''s been. I couldn’t take it. I spent all of my savings on supplies, learned how to live in the wild, and never looked back.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I feel like I have to thank you again,” I said. “You’re helping us despite disliking what we do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Savika sighed. “I can’t turn back children,” she said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Craig isn’t a child.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh,<em><span style="font-weight:400"> please</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Twenty-five is still a child.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Right,” I said, forgetting that she was probably in her early sixties. “Doesn’t it get lonely, though?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The old woman’s hand twitched around her wood. “I’m used to it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stared at theke and took a deep breath. I was sad that Savika was going to die on her own here. What would happen when she couldn’t take care of herself anymore? She was fit, but age would catch up to her eventually.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d be terrified to die alone,” I blurted out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Savika stared at me and thenughed. It was the first time that I saw her smile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you straightforward?” She said. “I do worry about it, but I’ve made my choice. I’ll end my life here. It’s my home.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded, and we entered her house again. Chase took another day to be able to stand again and another two to feel well enough to travel. We all used the time to train up, and to help him out, we took his Pokemon outside so that they could train, too, since he was too tired to do so. He acted like he didn’t care, but I could tell he was d. Craig left a day after that on his Smence, bidding us and Savika goodbye. He told us toe see his battle against Candice if we had the time. Denzel was giddy about his new shirt and wore it all the time now. Another two days after that, we left Savika’s home.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I left her an empty Pokeball hidden in one of her cupboards, just in case she ever changed her mind and wanted somepany.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Five dayster, we had finally reached Snowpoint. The city of snow.


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