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"Blue Trainer, please choose your pokémon, or be disqualified." The referee rebuked Austin, considering that the trainer from Pallet was blankly staring at the pokémon in front of him.
On hearing the man's words, Austin scowled, as he unlocked a Pokeball from his belt, before releasing the pokémon within. "I choose you, Bulbasaur"
Bulbasaur bounced upon the ground, drawing his na out, as he stared at the evolved form of Charmander.
Alia snorted at her opponent's choice of Pokemon.
Cynthia anwhile gazed at the eriely calm Austin as she knew that look very well.
That was a look of a trainer whose blood was boiling. She rembered the ti when she faced off against that annoying change trainer who was stalling and using healing moves after healing moves during the battle and as she switched to Lucario, she had the sa look in her eyes.
"Bulbasaur versus Charleon," the referee uttered, "begin!"
"Flathrower!" Alia commanded.
"Jump," Austin returned, as Bulbasaur used vine whip to jump off the ground, his powerful vines supplying him more than enough montum to leave the ground, escaping Charleon's flathrower completely. "—and use Chemical Warfare ."
The plan worked perfectly, as Charleon who was still dousing the ground with his constant flow of flas, stood completely vulnerable to the combined status attack from above, hitting the fire lizard right in the face, banishing him to the ground.
Austin however, wasn't done yet. "Follow up with Growl and Energy Ball ."
Bulbasaur, according to his instructions, dropped down to the ground and growled as Charleon took a step back.
Energy Ball ford in Bulbasaur's mouth.
"Charleon, Snape out of it and use Fire Blast!"
Charleon tried to execute a fire blast but a spark ran throughout its body as it was paralysis.
" Eat it "
Bulbasaur obliged and ate the Energy Ball
Alia scoffed. What was this trainer thinking?
"Charleon, use Fireblast straight ahead on Bulbasaur."
The flas on his tail burned brighter, as Charleon took a couple of seconds, before letting out an extrely powerful Fire blast, which slamd into Bulbasaur-
And traversed through him.
Alia shrieked in surprise. "Charleon, look out"
"Now!" Austin yelled, as a powerful tackle shot from the opposite end, striking at Charleon from the back.
Charleon was thrown towards the psychic barrier, while the latter hit him in the abdon, sending him completely unconscious.
Silence pervaded all around the podium for five seconds.
"That…." Alia replied, "-was brutal." She looked up towards Austin. "You sure you don't have any impulsive vendetta against my Charleon, Ash?"
" Uh…. No." Austin replied uncertainly as he couldn't believe that he had let his frustration from his opponent's annoying battle style get to him. He needed to work on keeping his calm during battles.
"Charleon is unable to battle. Bulbasaur wins." The referee declared. "Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town moves to the Top-32."
Cheers ran abound, and between the crowds, a certain blonde-haired female smiled.
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" Alright, Pikachu, that's enough. You got your ice cream now let
have mine." Austin chided his starter, not that it had any effect, since Pikachu tried another jump, this ti managing to bite off half the cone from Ash's hand, making his trainer look at him with mock anger.
The trainer and his starter had co walking to the deck to spend so ti together and had discovered, much to Ash's horror, Pikachu's undying love for ice cream with Ketchup on top. It had only been thirty seconds, and the little monster had gulped down two entire buckets of ice cream.
Three hundred and seventy pokedollars. In thirty seconds.
"That is beyond you, it seems." Austin scowled, as Pikachu gurgled in happiness, having had its favorite al on the planet. "How on earth did you-"
"That's one cute Pikachu you have."
Austin looked up at the source of the feminine voice and found himself staring at a black-clad blonde-haired girl. Said person was staring at the little monster with interest in her eyes.
"Yes, and a murder on my pocket." Austin scowled.
"Well Pokemon are pretty high-maintenance." The girl answered, her smile still on her face. "Everything gets paid back at the end, though."
"Saying from experience?"
"You might say so." Cynthia tilted her head, before kneeling and caressing Pikachu in the head, as the monster looked like he was about to dissolve into mush.
"Whoa, that's impressive," Austin returned, surprised as the girl looked like she had a lot of experience with Pokemon. She looked kinda familiar to him.
Cynthia gave a lop-sided smirk. "It's all from experience."
"I'm Ash," Austin took a step forward, as he reached out with his hand.
"Shirona," Cynthia replied, shaking it. "Nice to make your acquaintance."
"Are you also participating in the tournant?"
Cynthia frowned. "As much as I would like, not really. I'm here with the League Envoys from Sinnoh. I do like battling, but when do we always get what we want?"
"I guess…" Austin replied, his eyes slightly nostalgic.
"So, where are you from?"
"I'm from Pallet Town. It's here in the Kanto region."
"Pallet Town," Cynthia repeated. "Isn't that where Professor Samuel Oak resides?"
"You know Professor Oak?" Austin asked.
"Of course." Cynthia replied, "Professor Rowan of Sinnoh does a lot of collaborative research work with him. Besides, his contribution to the developnt of the modern Pokeball changed the world, didn't it?"
That was true. Before Oak's invention, pokeballs used to be custom made from certain woods and were highly expensive, and at the sa ti, built for specific pokémon only. It was only because of Oak's discovery of the concept of folded space, did mass production of pokeballs begin.
Austin blinked for a few seconds before replying," I have known the professor all my life. He was the one who gave
Pikachu, my starter."
"Ah," Cynthia realized, " So Pikachu is your starter. I figured it would be Bulbasaur after seeing your match today. Quite the luck you have there for catching a royal pokemon in the wild ."
" Guess I am just lucky," Austin said as Pikachu tapped on his leg and pointed at the ice cream stand while making his cutest face causing Cynthia to giggle at his antics.
"Please do not encourage him." Austin pleaded.
"Are you trying for the Indigo league then?" Cynthia asked, changing the conversation.
"Yeah, I started four months ago."
"Four months?" Cynthia raised her eyebrows. "Then you must have had so serious training done in a while. Your pokémon hardly appear newbies."
Austin looked a tad embarrassed. "Well, I'm trying to cut short the training and have so fun too."
Cynthia chuckled. "That's true as well." She paused as she looked up wistfully. "Though I can understand the innate joy of getting one's pokémon to grow powerful."
"Joy," Austin repeated, a little nostalgia seeping into his voice. He hadn't thought of pokémon training as joyful. He only wanted them to grow stronger to prepare for the events that will happen in the future.
"You don't agree?" Cynthia asked, interested.
Austin took a deep breath as he thought of his answer before saying," Yeah, I agree ."
Cynthia smiled as Austin was more interesting than she imagined.
" And what about your dream ?"
Austin looked at the sky as he smiled. A simple, honest smile. "I just want to travel this world and find my way ."
Cynthia opened her mouth, then closed it as she interpreted his words as Austin finding his purpose while he ant a way he could go back to his world.
Whatever she had expected of Ash to say, this, was not it. The person talking to her was completely unlike the person who had just thrashed an opponent a while ago at the tournant.
"That's…." Cynthia didn't know what to say.
"It's kind of la, I know." Austin looked away, staring at the heavens where Pidgeot was soaring in the sky. Her injuries from the tournant had been healed and Austin had let her out to enjoy.
Cynthia glanced at the interesting young man in front of her, trying to place why he felt slightly… familiar, though she couldn't make the connection. "Hey, would you like to have an ice cream?"
Austin looked back in surprise, opening his mouth to express his thoughts, but the offer had been a limited-period one since Cynthia had already shifted to the next individual.
Said individual was Pikachu, who looked upbeat at the ntion of ice cream.
"So Pikachu," Cynthia addressed the little monster, "Would you like to have so ice cream?"
Austin face-pald.
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