CHAPTER 63
The cheers slowly subsided as I made my way to the side of the arena to pick up my prizes. I was so ntally exhausted I could barely walk straight, and my head was spinning. Gardenia looked shorter than she actually was, easily towering over . She was taller than even Cece, who was the tallest girl in our group, and yet still, all she wore, even in this cold weather, were orange shorts and so sort of green drape that counted as a top. I stared up into her eyes who were so light brown they looked orange, and straightened myself. Gardenia was eighteen, only three years older than , but she commanded respect.
“Congratulations, challenger,” She said, flashing a smile. “That was one of the most enjoyable battles I’ve had with a trainer with only one badge. ID?”
I bowed my head in respect and handed her my trainer card. She scanned it using so device— the sa one Roark had— and handed it back to . I now had two badges on the bottom left.
“You’re now the owner of the forest badge, and I’ve transferred seven thousand Pokedollars into your account. Pokedex?” She continued.
I fumbled around my bag and took the device out after a few seconds, and handed it to the gym leader. I really needed to be better at this, it was my second ti doing it. She inserted a green disk into the TM compartnt.
“There you go, you’ll be able to teach your Pokemon Leech Seed now. The reward here used to be Grass Knot, but trust , there’s much more to be gained from the forr.”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice slightly shaking.
“Take a breather in the waiting room, if you want. Regardless, you’re free to leave,” Gardenia said as she turned away from . Her green drape fluttered in the wind like a cape.
So cool.
I hurried into the waiting room and out of the spotlight. It would be Denzel’s turn to battle soon, and I needed to be quick if I wanted to drop my Pokemon at the nearest Pokemon Center, and I wanted to be back in ti.
“Ah,” I said when I saw him enter. He was clenching and unclenching his fists over and over while bouncing his leg up and down.
Denzel smiled at . “You were… you were fucking amazing, Grace,” He said. “That was a crazy battle, you definitely earned your win.”
“Thanks,” I simply answered. “I’m exhausted.”
“Yeah, the battle took exactly 19 minutes and 38 seconds, so that makes sense.”
“What?!” I exclaid. “I almost ran out the clock?”
My friend nodded and brought his hands together. “Uhuh. That thing you did with Sunflora? Lifting up the ground it was standing on to make Solar Beam miss? Arceus.”
I enjoyed the praise, but I could tell sothing was wrong. The tone he was employing was too upbeat, too cheerful for soone who was about to go into a gym battle. Denzel’s body language told he was anxious, but his voice told the opposite. He exhaled sharply before continuing.
“That whole part of the battle in general was nuts. Togetic’s really been progressing at incredible speeds. To be able to stand up to Sunflora like that, I an I didn’t even bother looking up the moves it used because I knew she was never going to use it on —”
I crouched in front of him and placed my hand on his knee. His leg stopped bouncing.
“Hey,” I said, looking up into his eyes. “Sothing’s wrong. Tell what it is.”
Denzel paused. “I’m just nervous as hell, that’s what it is.”
“You’re lying to . Gardenia’s on break, so we have ti,” I said. “I can tell sothing’s wrong. Sothing’s been off about you for a while, but I thought I was imagining things since you looked like you were having fun all the ti.”
His face tightened. “You should hurry and get your team to a Center. I don’t want you to miss my match—”
I sat down and leaned against him. “I’ll miss it if it ans we get you out of this rut,” I said. The conversation paused when a young gym trainer passed through the room and dipped his head. “Talk to ,” I said softly. “You’re the one that said it wasn’t good to hold things in back in Floaroma.”
“Won’t make a difference,” Denzel flatly said. “Might actually make battle worse.”
“I think you’ll be much better with that weight lifted off your shoulder,” I said as I rubbed his back. “You can tell anything. We’re best friends.”
Denzel clasped his hands together so tightly they turned white and brought them up to his mouth. His jaw trembled, and he sniffled. For a few seconds, I thought he would start to cry, but he didn’t.
“This shit’s been eating away at ,” He sighed. “It really shouldn’t be. I an, compared to what you deal with, it’s nothing,” He let out a sad laugh. “I’m not improving fast enough, Grace. At this rate, I’ll hold the group behind.”
“Why do you feel that way?” I asked. “Did you lose a battle?”
“No,” He shrugged. “Nothing like that happened. It just doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I’m not going as fast as you are. I’m not mad at you for that, by the way!” He quickly added. “I’m happy for you. It’s just frustrating to know that I’m slower than everyone else.”
“Mhm,” I said, letting him go on.
“Your battle was probably the best one Gardenia’s had this Circuit,” Denzel said. “And to think that I have to go right after that? The pressure I feel… it’s imnse,” He sighed, before showing his shaky hand. “The only way I can stop myself from shaking is by making a fist or grabbing sothing.”
I grabbed his hand. It was coarse and dry. “People are going to compare you to ,” I said, nodding. There was no point in pretending otherwise and coddling him. “Look,” I started. “It might be true that I’ve been improving a lot lately. Actually, it is true. But that’s because sothing just clicked for when I battled Chase. I found my battling style— the way I enjoyed battling the most, and it turned every training session into so much fun, and everything is so much easier that I’m just… floating, I guess,” I tried explaining. “It doesn’t feel like work at all.”
“How?” He asked. “How did it happen? How do I replicate it?”
“I don’t know,” I simply answered. He sighed and leaned against the wall. “But here’s what I think. You’re going slower than I am right now, sure, let’s go with that. I know that things always get crazy from the forums and the dia, but the Circuit isn’t a race,” I said firmly. “It’s about consistency. It’s about winning until you get to the Conference, not winning the fastest. For all you know, in a few weeks, you’ll have found sothing that works for you, and you’ll start to skyrocket past ,” I continued.
“But to build up my brand, I need… I need montum, I need coverage. I won’t get any of that if I’m just an okay trainer. I need to be incredible, like you or Cecilia,” Denzel said.
“You don’t,” I shook my head. “First of all, you’re not an okay trainer. No matter what you think, you’re definitely in the top bracket. Second of all, imagine if in between a route, like, in between Eterna city and Heartho, you go from the way you are now to soone better than Cece’s level? That would definitely generate more attention than just being good all the ti.”
“Maybe,” He hesitated.
“Co on, you’ve seen Cecilia’s thread. People were crazy about her at the start of the Circuit, but now they’re kind of getting bored of her. Sure, her thread is still one of the most active ones, but compared to Chase’s, for example? People like controversy and action, and events. It’s not just about being the best.”
“I an, you’re definitely sowhat correct, but having both of these is what I need.”
“Look at the big picture, you oaf!” I exclaid. “You’re traveling with a bunch of famous billionaires, and all you need to go from the top, what, ten percent to the top five percent of trainers is to find your battling style. You’re already most of the way there!”
He sighed. “You’re… you’re right, but I still feel like shit sohow,” He said with a slight chuckle.
“Do you feel like shit about the situation, or do you feel like shit about yourself? Because the latter is a recipe for disaster.”
“I feel like shit, that’s all I can say,” Denzel said as he stood up. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. I looked up at him. He looked more confident than before. The trembling was gone, and his face was relaxed. “But it’s weird, I feel strangely optimistic as well.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Good. I’m not going to be here for the start of your battle, but I might make it before the end.”
“That’s fine,” He said. “With all the advice you just gave , it’ll be like you’re next to the entire ti.”
“Next ti you have a problem, will you talk to ?” I asked.
“I will, I just thought you had enough on your plate. Plus, we almost had the exact sa conversation back on route 203, but I needed to hear this again.”
I grinned. “Keep your chin up, Denzel. This is only badge two out of eight. There’ll be plenty of twists and turns waiting for you this year.”
“Sa to you,” He smiled. “And I’ll be the one to win it all,” Denzel declared. “I feel the gears turning in my head already, I think I’ve figured sothing out. One part of the puzzle, at least.”
“We’ll see about that,” I retorted. “Now, are you ready to kick ass?”
Denzel’s smile turned into a wild, toothy grin. “Hell yes.”
——
“Denzel Williams? You’re up,” The gym trainer said. Denzel uncrossed his arms and stopped leaning against the wall, and the trainer outfitted him with the usual microphone. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Denzel said.
Denzel felt steadfast as he walked through the door to the battling arena. The words Grace had spoken to him were just that, words, but they had felt incredibly consequential. His best friend’s perceptiveness was so accurate it was downright terrifying, but he had needed that pep talk, or he would have floundered the battle against Gardenia. She stood at the opposite side of the field and greeted him with the usual gym leader spiel, but Denzel’s attention was sowhere else.
Gears turned in his head. Pieces of the puzzle slowly fit together.
“…three-on-three battle with two switch-ins allowed…”
It wasn’t a strategy being ford per se. Grace was better at that stuff than Denzel could ever hope to be. The teenager didn’t know every single Pokemon Gardenia owned and every single move they had and how to counter them with every single Pokemon. The morization required for that was terrifying. Grace was terrifying.
Denzel smiled at the notion that his friend, tiny as she was, was soone he considered terrifying. The gears… they were more like a general blueprint to follow. What was Gardenia good at? Making a battle last as long as possible to fish out your weaknesses, so how would he counter that?
“Challenger? Send out your Pokemon, please!” Gardenia said. “Co on, it’s my last battle of the day.”
Well, they were gears in perpetual motion, after all, so the plan was slowly unveiling itself, and Denzel was slowly figuring it out. He felt sothing tug at him like he was attached to a rope. Denzel grabbed his trusted Eevee’s Pokeball and sent him out. He barked and got into a prowl, and Denzel eagerly awaited to see what Gardenia would use against him.
Clench, unclench. Clench, unclench. It was a chanical motion that the trainer had always used to destress, but he found himself not needing it as much as he thought he would.
Denzel took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes, and began to run purely on instinct.
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