Chapter 98
<strong>CHAPTER 98</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you sure she’s fine? Maybe we should call them again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The doctor said it was exhaustion, she’ll wake up soon.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t help but worry—”
<span style="font-weight:400">I opened my eyes and shot right up, bumping into Denzel’s forehead. He screamed, falling back and clenching his forehead to alleviate some of the pain.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Grace!” Cecilia said, grabbing my hand. “We were so worried. How do you feel?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I blinked a few times and moved my hands around, clenching and unclenching my fist. The headache was still there, but muted. The pain was practically gone, and I could see clearly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I think I’m alright,” I said. “Um, can I— can I have some water? How long was I out?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece handed me a bottle of water and I started drinking.<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not long,” Denzel answered as he stood back up. “Barely an hour. We called an ambnce for you and the docs said that you copsed because you exerted yourself too much during your battle with Candice. You’re at the Center.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared around, recognizing my room. “Right,” I nodded. “I was so focused that I guess I kind of forgot to breathe, but I feel alright now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The doctor said that you needed <em><span style="font-weight:400">rest</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” Cece said, entuating thest word. “So you’re going to stay in bed.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My Pokemon?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We gave them to Nurse Joy, along with all of ours that battled,” Denzel smiled. “Nowe on, rest up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where’s Chase?” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He left a few minutes ago to get his alone time,” Cece said. “You know how he is.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Iid back down with a sigh. I had won my gym battle, and I felt incredibly happy, but why had only <em><span style="font-weight:400">one</em><span style="font-weight:400"> fight taken so much out of me? The fight against Gardenia hadn’t… but I hadn’t been thinking as much, either. These were the kind of battles that I <em><span style="font-weight:400">wanted</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to have, though. The strategizing was my favorite part, along with the battle going exactly ording to n. Reading my opponent’s move urately brought me a high that I could never get anywhere else. But that desperate, racing feeling I had felt when Candice brought out that Darmanitan had been exhrating as well, especially when I had to scramble around to find a n on the spot. A n that <em><span style="font-weight:400">worked.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I closed my eyes, trying to rey the battle in my head. It didn’t bring me the feeling I wanted. It wasn’t the <em><span style="font-weight:400">real thing</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wanted more.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I think I might have a problem,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? Should we call someone?!” Denzel asked, letting panic slip into his tone. Cece tightened her hold on my hand.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, no,” Iughed softly. “Nothing serious. I meant to say that I might be getting addicted to a certain style of battling. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do it any other way anymore.”
<span style="font-weight:400">They both let out a relieved sigh.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your battle was certainly something,” Denzel said. “I was more nervous and excited than for <em><span style="font-weight:400">mine</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Something?” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Cece asked, looking at him. “She was glowing down there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know what happened, it’s like it wasn’t even me down there,” I smiled. “It’s kind of all a blur.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I get that feeling,” Denzel said. “An intense battle can do that to you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It was you, and you were wonderful,” my girlfriend said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah!” I eximed, suddenly remembering something with a twinge of disappointment. “Did I miss Craig’s battle, then?”
<span style="font-weight:400">My friend nodded. “Yeah, we all did. He won, though. Candice took down four of his Pokemon. I was watching the video. Want to see it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The video isn’t like the real thing…” I grumbled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re such a battle maniac,” heughed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I told you I had a problem,” I said. “Anyway, I know I said I’d rest, but—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Absolutely not!” They both eximed in unison.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Arceus, chill out!” I said exasperatedly. “I just want to take a shower. My clothes are all sweaty, and I feel icky.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh…” Cece awkwardly said. “Yes, go ahead.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded, hesitating to stand up. I sighed in relief when I took my first step, confirming that I was at least fine to walk. I grabbed a change of clothes, stepped into the bathroom, and basked in the water’s warmth. Even though I felt fine, my body felt so <em><span style="font-weight:400">tired</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Today I would rest, but as soon as my team was healed, we’d need to have a group meeting and talk about our next steps to improve. Then, there was also the need for me to analyze my battle footage and have my post-gym battle autopsy as I had done against Gardenia. I could think of a few things that had gone wrong already, but that wouldeter.
<span style="font-weight:400">Maybe I could…
<span style="font-weight:400">Ugh, <em><span style="font-weight:400"ter</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">I finally changed into fresh clothes, and when I went toy back down on the bed, I was surprised to see that Cecilia had changed the sheets so that I wouldn’t have to roll around in my sweat.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re sweet,” I said, kissing her before getting under the covers. She smiled, and the kiss lingered for a few moments. “Thank you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Please, this is just the bare minimum,” Cece rolled her eyes before snuggling up next to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You kids sure are cute,” Denzel said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re half a year older than us, don’t call us children,” Cecilia said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let me enjoy the small things in life, Cece,” he replied. “Anyway, now that you’re all freshened up, Emi and the others wanted us to call them. They were worried about you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Worried about me?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, you copsed on video,” Denzel said nonchntly.
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece frowned. “Didn’t you ask to turn it off?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“On… video?” I muttered before gasping. I had been so excited to just get to my battle that I forgot to ask the gym trainer in the waiting room to turn off the camera! “Fuck. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Fuck.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I forgot.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… let’s look at the bright side of things…” Denzel tried.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m waiting,” I sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Um, hold on, I’m thinking,” he said. “Ah, got it! You’re a good trainer, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I could be better.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh please, just <em><span style="font-weight:400">take the win</em><span style="font-weight:400"> and move on,” he groaned. “Anyway, I’m going to act like you answered yes. You’re a good trainer. We all are. We fucking got three badges on our first year with no signs of slowing down,” he grinned. “That means that you were going to get a lot of eyes on you regardless, so it’d be better to get used to fame <em><span style="font-weight:400">now</em><span style="font-weight:400">. And it’s not like you have a lot to hide. New trainers progress fast. By the time we battle Fantina, we’ll have made a lot more progress.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s right,” Cece nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, that’s usually the case,” he shrugged with a smug expression.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t get too confident now,” she chuckled. “Imagine you still being in your shell <em><span style="font-weight:400">at the Conference</em><span style="font-weight:400">. You can’t turn off the cameras there, and there are reporters, fans, and hundreds of thousands of spectators <em><span style="font-weight:400">on location</em><span style="font-weight:400">, and that’s just in the stadiums. You’d be a nervous wreck, and it’d affect your battling. It’s better to get used to it as early as possible.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right,” I sighed. “I still feel restless about it. Eterna is going to be hell. Anyway, let’s just call the others and get my mind off of this. Future me will deal with it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ouch. No love for your future self?” Denzel joked as he grabbed his Poketch. “Future Grace will probably be angry at you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, we all have to do our part,” I said as I sat upright in the bed. Cece quickly made space between us.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Right,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I thought. <em><span style="font-weight:400">They don’t know</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a video call, by the way,” Denzel specified as he came in closer to get us all in the shot. Our friends answered immediately.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Finally!” Pauline said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Grace, are you doing alright?” Justin asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If Denzel or Cece hadn’t been with you, there would have been no way to get news about your well-being,” Louis said. “No one in Snowpoint said anything. The gym didn’t put out a statement or—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine, guys,” I smiled. I froze when I saw Louis’ thick scar running across his cheek. “They said it was exhaustion. That battle took a lot out of me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That sure looked like it,” Emilia sighed. “I was exhausted just <em><span style="font-weight:400">looking </em><span style="font-weight:400">at it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Justin sprung up. “You all did excellently—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Move over!” Pauline eximed, pushing him away from the camera. “You three! You’re lucky that you’re all the way up in Snowpoint, or you’d be hearing my incessantints about being left behind. I want a third badge too, damn it!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You okay there, Justin?” Denzel asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes,” he grumbled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then you better have trained enough not to fall behind then,” Cece said. “Any progress on the third member of your team?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I found something, but I can only catch it on route 207 near Mount Cor,” she said proudly. “It fits me <em><span style="font-weight:400">perfectly</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Looking forward to it,” Denzel said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Really?!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Um, I mean, yeah, thanks,” Pauline smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What about you, Louis? Any progress with Gible?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Progress is… slow. I’ve had him let out his anger by making him fight Vulpix and Prinplup as Cece does with her Deino— her Zweilous. Nothing serious, though, it’s just practice, and he’s been struggling a decent bit. I’ve also tried to talk to him to make him understand that I <em><span style="font-weight:400">can</em><span style="font-weight:400"> make him evolve.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good, good,” I said. “I’m proud of you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You <em><span style="font-weight:400">are</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the one who set me on the right path,” he nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And Justin?” Cece asked. “Any progress with your father?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I wanted to wait until you were back to announce it, but I’ve reached a deal. The best I could get, considering the circumstances. Instead of getting into the Conference twice, I only have to get in once. It’s frustrating, and I probably won’t be able to do it this year, but it’s all I’ve got. I can’t take over until he retires anyway, so I have time to get in. It’s just a shame that I’ll have to be doing this for the foreseeable future.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, you’ll figure something out,” Pauline said. “Why don’t you send your dad a message by winning in the scummiest way possible? Try to stall every gym battle for twenty minutes, like against Gardenia.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The effects it would have on Pherzen’s image—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, you’ve got to <em><span style="font-weight:400">try</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” Pauline scoffed. “I’ve read the contract. It says that you just have to <em><span style="font-weight:400">get in</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the Conference, not how.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Plus, it’d be <em><span style="font-weight:400">really funny</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” Denzel said.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Right?” </em><span style="font-weight:400">She smiled evilly. “Imagine that, a man that just stalls making it to the Conference. I’d pay to see it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Stalling is harder than it seems at first nce,” Cecilia exined. “There’s a lot of strategizing involved. There are a few people that specialize in underhanded tactics. I remember hearing about one in Kalos, but I forgot his name.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Even if I wanted to, I don’t even have the right team to do it,” Justin shrugged.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Pokemon can do anything if you train them in the right way,” I shrugged. “Emi, what about you and your coordinator prospects?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s been… tough. What I’m suffering the most from right now is move variety, but I’m hoping to fix that by buying some TMs when I get to Hearthome. I wanted to wait to iron out the basics of my Pokemon first, though..”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ll have to wait eighteen days for us to get there,” Denzel said. “Will you be alright?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’ll get lonely, but I’ll manage,” she said. “Plus, I can finally start making connections. Hearthome is the hub for Pokemon contests, there are bound to be a lot of beginners like me there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ll kick their asses,” Pauline said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s not even the goal,” Emilia said with a slight smile. “I appreciate your support, though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So when will you start heading back?” Louis asked. “We’ve been dying to see you again, and you won your badge.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We haven’t even thought of that yet,” I said. “We’ll probably head back down south as soon as I’m alright to go. I’d <em><span style="font-weight:400">kill</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to have a Pokemon that can Teleport.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wouldn’t we all?” Ceceughed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it shouldn’t take too long now that we can keep to the routes,” Denzel said. “Hey Emi, have you checked my livestream VOD? What did you think about it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It was… fine,” Emilia awkwardly answered. I noticed Pauline squirming in ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Look at her face,” I grinned, pointing to Pauline. “She’s going to say something mean.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“N—no,” she said, holding backughter. “Not at all. It’s not like it was the most <em><span style="font-weight:400">embarrassing</em><span style="font-weight:400"> thing I’ve ever seen.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It was my <em><span style="font-weight:400">first </em><span style="font-weight:400">time! Come on, give me some leeway!”
<span style="font-weight:400">We kept talking about anything that came to mind, but after two hours, the call ended.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That was fun,” I said, stretching.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now you can sleep,” Cece lectured as sheid her head back in the crook of my neck. “I’ll stick around to make sure you aren’t actually doing anything battling-rted.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ouch. Zero trust, huh?” I said, bringing her closer.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not when ites to battling,” she smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, I’ll let you two get some alone time,” Denzel said as he stood up. “Better check what Chase is doing too, he said he’de back to visit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Bye-bye!” I said as he closed the door. I tried leaning in to kiss Cece.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know I <em><span style="font-weight:400">actually</em><span style="font-weight:400"> meant it when I said you needed rest, right?” She said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh, you’re no fun. How about just one?”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Just one.”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">I woke up sometimeter to a knock at my door. I rubbed my eyes, making sure not to move around too much since Cecilia was still asleep, and I gently got up, cing her head back on a pillow. It was dark out, but that didn’t mean much, since the sun always set early this far north during the winter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ming…” I grumbled. The knocking wasn’t stopping at all. I opened the door and almost had to do a double-take when I saw that <em><span style="font-weight:400">Candice </em><span style="font-weight:400">was at my door.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hiya!” She said. “Can Ie in?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I frowned. “Excuse me—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ming in, alright? Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had someone else in there. You sleeping in the same bed? She your girlfriend? I kind of sensed that vibe from you two. Cool, cool,” Candice babbled as she stepped inside.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Grace…?” Cece muttered as she got up. “What’s going on—”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her soft demeanor immediately turned to her calm, confident self when she saw that a <em><span style="font-weight:400">gym leader</em><span style="font-weight:400"> was in the room.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Leader Candice,” she said smoothly. “What brings someone of your stature here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Two things!” She eximed, making a ‘v’ sign with her fingers. “First, I wanted to apologize again for my battle against you, Cecilia!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You mean… me?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right, you’re Grace. Um, that’s awkward. Anyway, you passed out because I pushed you too far, and it’s unbing of me as a gym leader. <em><span style="font-weight:400">But! </em><span style="font-weight:400">I want to make it up to you by inviting you and all of your friends to my apartment!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“To your… apartment,” I repeated. “Wha… how?”
<span style="font-weight:400">How was I casually talking to a <em><span style="font-weight:400">gym leader? </em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah! That’s what I said! I don’t know why you had to repeat it all mysterious-like. Um, I’ve already told your two buddies, they were just in their rooms. The friendly one almost fell out of his chair when I asked, but the grumpy one said that he’d onlye if I had something worth his while, so I lied and said I’d give him my training routine. He was <em><span style="font-weight:400">so </em><span style="font-weight:400">silly! That’s, like, a gym leader’s most deeply held secret! Obviously, I wouldn’t just <em><span style="font-weight:400">give it away</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Anyway, we’re all waiting for you. Oh! And Craig’s going to be there too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My head spun as I slowly registered the ramblings of this madwoman, but I gave a hesitant nod. I wasn’t about to refuse a <em><span style="font-weight:400">gym leader’s </em><span style="font-weight:400">request. Cece and I quickly put on our coats and stepped outside. Chase and Denzel were already in the hall waiting.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you’re back on your feet, huh?” Chase remarked, staring at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, but I’m still taking it easy,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, let’s get going then,” he shrugged. “I’m leaving as soon as I get what I want, and then I’ll get back on the road at some point tomorrow.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Stop being so emo,” Candice said. “I’m feeling happy tonight, I did better against Craig than usual, and all of the battles were a lot of fun. I don’t want you to ruin the mood.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t remember asking you,” he said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry about him,” I apologized. “This is just how he is.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The gym leader smirked. “There’s already so much doom and gloom in the world, y’know? Might as well spread some good vibes where you can.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice lived in one of Snowpoint’s dull, blockyplexes about fifteen minutes away from the gym. We took the elevator to the top floor and entered her apartment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Crap, I forgot to lock the door,” Candice sighed. “Well, not like anyone would snoop. Wee to my humble abode. Make yourself at home and all of that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I wiped my shoes on the rug and took them off. Candice’s home was just as small as it looked from the outside, but it wasn’t like there were many options in Snowpoint. Plus, she <em><span style="font-weight:400">did</em><span style="font-weight:400"> live alone. From what I could see, the kitchen was connected to the living room, and there was one bathroom and bedroom. The apartment was filled with a lot of… out of ce decorations. There were scary paintings on the walls like a small girl holding a knife drenched in blood next to a… corpse, but there were also some cute decorations, like a Snox bean bag, and a big heart that read ‘live,ugh, love.’ None of it actually <em>fit</em> together. It was just a mishmash of different colors and moods. Craig was sitting at the dining table, typing away at hisputer like he usually did. He smiled when he saw us, but he looked pale and tired.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You kids made it,” he said. “Grace, how’re you doing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m good,” I replied. “You, on the other hand…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Candice went hard on me and forced me to use mega evolution,” he sighed. “Now I feel like shit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No problem,” sheughed. “Drinks? I have juice! All kinds of juice!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure,” I said. “Can I release my Larvitar here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have a <em><span style="font-weight:400">Larvitar? </em><span style="font-weight:400">That’s so cool!” Candice eximed. “Go ahead.”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">We all asked for different drinks, and I released sweetheart, who looked wary to be in a ce with this many people. I wanted to use the opportunity to get her used to strangers, but I’d keep a close eye on her to make sure she didn’t do anything foolish, like tear up a couch or something. Denzel and Cece were talking to Craig, and Chase was harassing Candice about her training routine.
<span style="font-weight:400">“C’mere, sweetheart,” I beckoned her. She approached me and hugged my jeans.
<span style="font-weight:400">“She’s the cutest!” Candice smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Chase scoffed. “You said you’d tell me!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“All in due time, young one,” she said, shushing him. “This is a part of it, I’m teaching you patience.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Bullshit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, feel free to leave and miss out on my <em><span style="font-weight:400">awesome</em><span style="font-weight:400"> training,” Candice shrugged. She handed each of us our drinks. I had asked for grape soda, which she thankfully had. I sipped on the drink and felt at the Poketch in my pocket.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, if a video of my battle had been recorded… I discreetly grabbed my Poketch and went on the Snowpoint gym’s website. I quickly found my video and handed the device to Larvitar.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Here,” I said. She stared at the screen with a curious expression. “Be <em><span style="font-weight:400">careful</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Don’t break it, alright? You weren’t here to see the battle, and your siblings aren’t there to tell you about it yet, so I figured I’d let you watch it so you don’t feel left out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I pressed y on the video, and she stared at me with a wide smile on her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tar!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No problem,” I chuckled. “Enjoy it, alright?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stepped away from her and made my way toward Craig, Cece, and Denzel, who had been joined by Candice and Chase.
<span style="font-weight:400">“...telling you that all of you guys have potential, you just have to not let the fame get to your head,” Craig said. “And don’t expect too much for your first year. In my opinion, you’re good enough to get seven badges— maybe get to the Conference, but don’t expect to wipe the floor with thepetition there. It’s like an entirely new world.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll deal with ‘em,” Chase shrugged.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, Grace,” Craig said. “I never told you, but that was some good battling.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Got some tips for me?” I smiled as I sat down.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure,” he said, to my surprise. “You’re like Gardenia, that’s perfectly fine, but when the battle slips out of your control, you struggle to slow the rhythm back down and take the reigns again. That’s something you’ll learn with experience.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Candice wasn’t supposed to use that Darmanitan, though,” Denzel said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, she wasn’t,” the older trainer replied. “But there’lle a day where, either in the Conference or a tournament, or another gym battle, there’ll be a Pokemon that makes you slip up and changes the flow of the battle drastically, where you go from winning handily to suddenly being on yourst legs. A paradigm shift. My point will still apply there.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Paradigm? </em><span style="font-weight:400">What is this, a lecture?” Candiceined.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know you know what that means, Candice,” Craig said. “You just like acting dumb.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aw, thank you! I <em><span style="font-weight:400">am</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the smartest.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m asking you to stop doing it,” he sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I thought you weren’t going to give us advice, though,” I said with a hint of smugness.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, but do you know how hard it is to turn down Lillipup-eyed new trainers?” He groaned. “Plus, it’d be better to light a fire under my sister’s ass so that she stops being a loner and that she has people to push her further. She’s been having it too easy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded, happy to know that we were all at least at Lauren’s level. “Oh! What advice did you give Denzel, by the way?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mostly just some small things to iron out, but he’s actually the one I’ve had the least to say to. He’s not too shy, but he feels like a consistent trainer, and consistency is key. I’d say he has a lot of hidden potential, but he has to unlock it. He’s a lot like me in that regard. There’lle a time when he’ll probably be the most annoying to face between the four of ya.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, you’re saying he’s the most powerful between us?” Chase asked. “I call bullshit. Seems like you’re biased because you see yourself in him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You all have strengths and weaknesses—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What a boring answer…” Candice grumbled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let me finish! Arceus, you’re hyper today. You all have strengths and weaknesses, but some of your styles will fare better against different kinds of trainers. There’s no definite answer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Like I said. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Boring</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The raven-haired man looked to be on the brink of breaking down because of Candice’s antics, so he changed the subject.
<span style="font-weight:400">“By the way, I had a proposition for you kids,” he said. “When are you leaving?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Probably in a day or two when I’m done resting and our Pokemon are healthy again,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tomorrow,” Chase answered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Great! I have a proposal that would benefit all of us,” Craig smiled. “What do you say I fly you down south on my Smence?”
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