Her Rival

The first time she saw him, he moved into her hometown. Though she wouldn't understand until a few years later why anyone would move into a place like Celestic Town, her ten-year-old self was deeply curious as to the arrival of a new family. Her town was small compared to the new cities that were constantly expanding and while they had an old and proud history in Sinnoh, it only attracted tourists, not permanent visitors.

News in her town spread quickly, the close-knit community contributing to the rumor mills with a speed akin to Ninjask. In a day, at least half of the community knew that someone was moving into one of the abandoned houses.

That was how Cynthia learned of the new arrivals and was among the few people mixed into the crowd that was watching the truck get unloaded by a handful of Machokes. She searched around for the family. It was exciting to have permanent residents.

She moved around the crowd, her tiny form allowing an easier time to move about unnoticed. When she finally reached the front of the crowd, she saw what could only be the newcomers talking to the nearby townspeople. Her feet moved unconsciously closer. She glanced at a child that looked around her age before switching to what could only be his mother.

The child had charcoal black hair and none-assuming amber-brown eyes. At first glance, he looked...average. He didn't look at all like someone that one could pick out in a crowd. The same could be said for the mother as well. While she had an astonishing motherly feel, it wasn't anything special.

Cynthia frowned. She was a bit disappointed at her new neighbors. With the way her grandmother and a bunch of her friends spoke of them, she expected something more. What she found instead didn't satisfy her curiosity at all. She anticipated for weeks what the family would be like.

How many kids did they have?

Did they like Pokémon?

Did they have Pokémon?

From what she saw, there was only a mother and a child. They seemed to have no Pokémon and while they might like Pokémon, everyone liked Pokémon.

With her expectations crushed, she left, her child-like mind moving on to new things.

One such example was her upcoming Pokémon journey.

XXX

The second time she saw him, it was at the gates that exit Celestic Town. She had recently said farewell to her younger sister and grandmother before returning her first Pokémon, Gible, into her pokeball. She was equal parts excited and nervous. She'd finally earned her independence and with Gible by her side, she couldn't wait to explore the rest of Sinnoh.

It was getting a little boring in the small home she called Celestic Town.

That was where she found him. His recognizable black hair flowed as the breeze gently moved through the gate, a blue jacket covering his frame along with some snug jeans and tennis shoes. Along with his backpack, he looked like an average ten-year-old kid going to school.

Except that he wasn't. The first thing she noticed other than his new appearance was the small, yellow Pikachu perched atop his shoulder.

It immediately clued her in on what he was doing here. Her eyes widened before a small smile graced her lips. She thought she was the only one going on her Pokémon journey this year and while that wasn't an uncommon occurrence in a town like Celestic, it was a bit disappointing to be the only one to leave her home.

Though that became moot at his appearance and while a Pikachu was an unorthodox starter Pokémon - Chimchar, Piplup, and Turtwig being the most common in Sinnoh - she couldn't complain since she chose Gible. However, out of all the Pokémon, why choose Pikachu? While she acknowledged that all Pokémon were strong in their own way, Pikachu wasn't what she would call powerful.

It seemed that her presence was finally noticed when the Pikachu's ears started twitching before looking in her direction. Spotting the Sinnoh native, the electric mouse nudged toward his trainer. The boy moved closer to Pikachu, their conversation too quiet for her ears before walking towards the blonde.

"Hello," the boy said lazily, his arms waving. He had a small smile plastered on his face as he moved closer, "I believe we haven't met. The name's Red Satoshi."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow at the name. Who names their child Red? When he moved closer, he raised his arm for a handshake. She reciprocated, "It's nice to meet you. My name is Cynthia Shirona."

"Cynthia," the boy drawled as if tasting the name. There was an emotion in his voice that she couldn't identify. "I assume that you are going on your journey as well?"

"Yes," Cynthia responded. It seemed she wasn't the only one to connect the pieces. "I'll be collecting the required amount of badges to participate in the league."

The boy wasn't shocked. It looked like he expected the answer. She was slightly confused at that. The only ones that knew of her goal were her family and they certainly wouldn't tell it to a few strangers that recently moved into Celestic Town.

Seeing her look, the boy shrugged, "It's a common goal." The boy pointed at himself, "In fact, I'm here to collect a few gym badges myself."

It was a common goal now that she thought about it. She nodded in acceptance. "Fair enough." She peered at the Pikachu that was observing her in kind. "So that's a Pikachu? I've never seen one in real life."

He glanced at his Pikachu before sending one of the most genuine smiles that Cynthia had ever seen. "Yep," he replied, "he's been with me for a long time. There's no one else I want for a partner."

Cynthia was surprised at the passion in his voice. It almost made her jealous of their relationship when she saw them look at each other with a type of camaraderie only seen in veteran Pokémon trainers. Her bond with Gible wasn't that strong. She wondered if she did anything wrong while raising her. He glanced back at the blonde, noticing the pokeball in her belt. "What Pokémon do you have?" he asked.

Cynthia blinked before releasing hers. "I have Gible," she smiled. While the trust between them wasn't as strong as Red and Pikachu's, she was still confident and proud of her Pokémon.

"Gible, huh?" Red murmured, his eyes widening before a small smirk bloomed on his face. His hand reached down to pet her. Cynthia was slightly surprised by such an action. Her Gible wouldn't allow just anyone to touch her, yet this boy seemed to be able to pet her with no problem. "It's a good Pokémon to start with."

Cynthia nodded. There was no other Pokémon she would rather have. "Yep, she's the best. No other Pokémon compares to my Gible, isn't that right?" she asked, the last part directed to the small dragon-type. She got a loud 'Gible!' in response.

They've talked a bit more. To Cynthia's surprise, it was easy to talk to the new trainer. While she had first doubted the knowledge of Pokemon that he had, he quickly swept that notion away. He spoke as if from experience yet Cynthia knew that was impossible. Someone as green as him couldn't. It was just not plausible.

Red looked at the time on his watch before looking up at the sky. "Huh, I guess we should go. We don't want to start our Pokémon journey on a sour note." Red waved his arm before turning his back. "See ya, Cynthia. Maybe when we next meet each other, it'd be on the battlefield."

Cynthia nodded. It was probably for the best. The closest Pokemon Center was a few miles ahead and wasting time would be detrimental on the first day. "Yeah, see you."

He waved farewell one more time before sprinting off, Pikachu obediently following.

Well, that wasn't what I was expecting for my first day, Cynthia mused before strolling forward as well.

XXX

The third time she met him, she was leaving after obtaining her first gym badge. It was extremely difficult despite Gible having several effective moves against them. She traveled to Oreburgh City to face off against the Rock-Type Gym, expecting a fairly challenging battle. She captured new Pokemon, some of them being very effective against this gym.

What she got instead was an extremely close battle that she only won because of luck and the willpower of her Gible.

Her Eevee got knocked out first though she expected that at least. She even defeated the tough Graveler with her Budew. That was when things went downhill fast. Budew lost against the sheer force of the gym leader's Onix. Gible did finish him off and a battle of attrition started between the dragon-type and Cranidos, but with some good luck and determination, she barely got through in the end.

Overall, she may have won the badge, but it was a shallow victory. She didn't feel any satisfaction earning this badge. How did she expect to become the Champion of Sinnoh if she could barely beat her first gym? How embarrassing!

She promised herself that she would become better. Training is an absolute must! Creating new strategies as well. The rock-type gym leader utilized several strategies to make up for his weaknesses and it worked. Perhaps she should try the same thin-

"Umph!" a familiar voice grunted as both trainers bumped into each other, one from being lost in thought while the other in a mindless rush. "Oh, Arceus! Sorry, are you alr-Cynthia?!"

"Red?" she asked as she scanned the trainer before her. She saw familiar amber-brown eyes staring at her. The boy blinked before smiling.

"Cynthia, it really is you!" Red grinned. "How long has it been since we've last seen each other? A few weeks at the very least."

She nodded. It had been a while since they both separated. She looked at his shoulder to see another familiar face. "I see that Pikachu is as healthy as ever."

He nodded, "Mhm, we've been through some exciting stuff ever since we went on our way. I've even caught some new Pokemon." He looked curiously at the badge she was holding in her hands. His grin shifted into one of surprise. "Is that what I think it is?"

She saw him point at the Coal Badge. She frowned slightly before nodding. "Yes, it's a gym badge, my first one."

"Nice," he replied before scratching his cheeks. "I still haven't gotten my first badge yet. I was busy exploring Sinnoh, there are so many things to see."

She wholeheartedly agreed. Sinnoh truly was an amazing place. "Are you getting your first badge in Oreburgh?" she asked and when she saw him nod, she continued, "Be careful, the gym is trickier than I first thought."

I almost lost, after all.

His grin only grew bigger at her warning. "Even better. I always like a challenge."

Cynthia looked at his expression. His smile was borderline cocky and arrogant. She was slightly disappointed at his overconfidence. From their last conversation, she kind of expected him to take gym battles a bit more seriously. Exploring Sinnoh for a few weeks made him too arrogant about his abilities.

Red seemed to have read the expression on her face because he immediately offered her to watch his gym battle. Cynthia accepted easily enough. It would be rude to decline and she was genuinely curious about Red's outcome. She wouldn't deny that she wanted to see why he seemed so sure of his battling skills.

Both entered and saw the gym leader's assistant currently feeding the Pokemon. When he saw the two of them, Red stepped forward and asked for an official gym battle. The man nodded before going to fetch said gym leader.

When he arrived, the man glanced at Red before switching to Cynthia, "Oh?" the old man boomed, "If it isn't the little lass. Comin' back for more, eh? Well, I can't say that's ever happened before."

Cynthia blushed in embarrassment. The gym leader probably knew that she won because of luck and he wasn't exactly subtle about it either.

Red stared at the man, smiling. He moved in front of Cynthia. "Hello sir, I believe that I will be the one challenging you for the Coal Badge."

"To the point, eh?" The old man grunted, "All you little ones are the same. No small talk, just battling. Bah!" He waved his hands, "Fine, but be warned, kid. Just cause you're young doesn't mean I won't go easy on ya."

"It's fine by me," Red responded, his hands already grabbing a pokeball. Now that Cynthia thought about it, he never told her any of his new Pokemon. He gave a challenging smile before continuing, "though I understand if you want to take it slow. I heard that old age could do that to people."

"Bah! We've got a smartass over here," the man traded back, "We'll see how mouthy you are after this battle, brat!"

"Graveler!"

"Starly."

The battle started without further notice.

It wasn't anything she expected.

When she saw Red's Starly, she already knew that he lost. Graveler was stronger, had a type advantage, and could defend itself against almost all of Starly's moves. Unless Red had a type effective against the tough rock Pokemon, he didn't have a chance.

That was her first impression.

However, there was a saying that Cynthia forgot. Don't judge a book by its cover.

The battle started with a sense of swiftness that made Cynthia blink. A hail of rocks was already descending the battlefield. Graveler effectively used multiple Rock Throws to end the small bird Pokemon. Starly responded to the show of power with speed. Cynthia had never seen a Pokemon gracefully dodge such overwhelming numbers.

It was speed fighting defense, a lightweight battling a heavyweight. It seemed Red was depending on Starly's evasive skill to beat Graveler. However, how could he beat an opponent that he couldn't hurt?

The Rock Throws ended and with that, a new wave of confrontations started. The gym leader was planning something, only utilizing Defense Curls and an occasional Rock Throw to aggravate the Starly.

Red didn't seem to mind. A small smile sprouted onto his face. He responded with a simple, "Agility."

If Starly wasn't fast before, he was now. In a blink of an eye, the Starly's graceful movements only seemed to go faster like a scene fast-forwarding on TV.

"Let's go on the offensive, Starly," Red exclaimed his arms moving in a grandiose fashion. Starly, as if sensing Red's plan, nodded before diving down with speed Cynthia had never seen before. It only occurred to her later that Starly's combined Quick Attack and Agility only made the frighteningly fast bird even faster.

The gym leader smiled, "Ha! I gotcha' now brat! Smack Down!" Graveler moved his hands to intercept.

"Double Team," Red replied. From one to a dozen, clones of the bird raced towards the living rock. Then as if an afterthought, though Cynthia doubted it, "Wing Attack!"

With no time at all both forces collided. Smoke and debris rained upon the battlefield as Graveler tried to grab the closest Starly while the real one smashed the rock-type with the combined force of his attack.

When the debris and dust rolled out, Cynthia was shocked to see an injured Graveler. There was no way a flying and normal type move could do such damage. She glanced towards the Starly and noticed how the bird flew a little lower and his movements more sluggish. She frowned in confusion before looking at the injured wing.

The momentum. Red only did as much damage as he did because of the combined speed adding to the damage of his Wing Attack. Cynthia realized. He basically created a Take Down. Smart, she acknowledged, but risky.

"Are you okay, Starly?" Red asked worryingly. When Starly nodded, Red smiled, "Good, let's keep up the momentum. Starly, Agility!"

"I'm not gonna' lie kid, it was a smart move," the gym leader responded, "but it'll help me in the end. I know what to expect. Graveler, Rock Throw."

The entire battle became pandemonium. Both sides battled with such force and wit that the entire battlefield was scarred by their conflict. In the end, Starly and Graveler fell from their wounds.

"Turtwig."

"Onix!"

To Cynthia, the fast-paced action from the last battle seemed to have transferred here. They both fought with such ferocity that even when both Pokemon were wounded, they kept getting up for more. Absorbs were constantly used, Red's response to keep Turtwig in the battle against Onix's bulk being effective.

While Turtwig wasn't as fast as Starly, it was still agile enough to move around Onix. It was an advantage that Red exploited repeatedly.

Yet, despite Turtwig's good speed, it couldn't dodge everything. A powerful Iron Tail ended Red's momentum and started the gym leader's counterattack. He rained attacks upon attacks on the injured Turtwig, each hit slamming against the grass-type with the force of an explosive bombardment. Even with Turtwig's efforts, he fainted.

"Pikachu, you're up."

Now, why would you choose Pikachu? A fragile Pokemon like that had no chance against Onix. Not only that, the gym leader still had one active Pokemon that is without a doubt Cranidos. Red and Cynthia met eye contact and to her disbelief, gave a small wave. Is he that confident in his victory?

And when Cynthia saw Red's Pikachu in battle, she could see why.

Pikachu fought like a dragon using Outrage; a literal demon in hell. He outpaced, outsmarted, and overpowered the Onix with such finesse that it even made the gym leader silent. To summarize, he'd beaten Onix to submission without breaking a sweat.

"Cranidos!" The Fossil Pokemon roared defiantly. His head pointed towards Pikachu and with impressive speed, moved to smash into the mouse. The electric-type dodged the Headbutt with ease and responded with a Thunderbolt-powered Electro Ball. The attack raced towards the young Cranidos. The speed of such a strike was too quick for the fossil to move effectively and it pummeled through the rock-type Pokemon.

Yet, despite the barrage of attacks Pikachu dealt, Cranidos rose. Determination flared in the Pokémon's eyes. The battle began anew.

Cynthia had never seen such brutal attacks. Every hit sent the young fossil Pokemon flying, yet he always brought himself back up. It was passing the point where a battle was just a battle. If the rock-type didn't stay down soon it might leave permanent damage.

Red seemed to realize it too since he gave a rare frown after a deceptively weak Quick Attack plowed through the Cranidos. "Pikachu, let's finish this. Combine Iron Tail and Electro Ball. Take him down."

Pikachu moved to obey the commands, his speed more than enough to cross the distance. Cranidos responded with one more Headbutt. The resulting explosion blew the Cranidos out of the field, yet despite the damage it sustained, it continued to get back up.

Red's frown became more prominent. He looked toward the gym leader. "Return him." The trainer pointed at Cranidos. "If we do anymore, I don't think he'll be getting up at all."

The gym leader was silent. Then with a sigh, he grabbed a pokeball from his belt and pointed it at Cranidos. "Kid's got a point," he apologized to the heartbroken Pokemon. "Ret-" Before he could utter the word, there was a blinding flash of light.

Everyone was silent. Even Red, who Cynthia believed could hide his surprise well, was widening his eyes with awe.

Cranidos was no more.

Rampardos roared.

"Pikachu!" Red exclaimed. The electric mouse nodded before dodging a well-timed Take Down.

Cynthia had seen Pokemon evolution before. In Celestic Town, being with the professors there allowed her to see them a few times. However, she had never seen such power behind a newly evolved Pokemon. She almost shivered at the thought of facing Rampardos. Thank goodness she fought Cranidos or she never would have won that badge.

Rampardos was smashing his way to Pikachu. Any rocks or boulders in his path only slowed him down. The fossil Pokemon moved like a Bulldozer and it was in hot pursuit. Pikachu's surprise finally wore off though not without a few scratches. The electric-type moved, an Electro Ball already forming.

"End this!"

"Pika!"

BOOM!

Silence.

"..." Cynthia held her breath.

A body dropped to the ground.

"Rampardos is unable to battle. That means Red from Celestic Town is the winner!"

She let it go. She sighed in relief before turning her gaze toward Red. She had never seen battling at such a level before. There were tactics, combinations, and skills that she never thought possible. It was thrilling and she wanted to do the things that she saw in this gym battle. Already, her mind was swimming with different combinations that her Gible could probably use. She'd test all of this during training.

XXX

"You got the Coal Badge now," Cynthia stated, her eyes scanning an identical badge to her own. Red smiled before nodding. They were both at the Pokemon Center, getting all of their Pokemon checked by Nurse Joy. They sat at one of the tables that the building offered, eating to their heart's content.

"Mhm," Red hummed. Taking a mouthful of food before swallowing, he continued, "I didn't expect Cranidos to evolve. The battle might've gone differently if I faced it off in its healthy state."

Yeah, no kidding. That Pokemon was blasting through solid rock like it was nothing. It was only through Pikachu's efforts did they have a chance of winning.

Speaking of which...

"How did your Pikachu get so strong?" Cynthia asked bluntly. They both started their journey at the same time and if she didn't know better, she might've thought that Pikachu belonged to a veteran.

"Pikachu and I trained ever since we met." Red replied cheekily, "and no it wasn't from Celestic Town. He's been with me before we've moved."

Cynthia nodded. It made sense. They probably were together far longer than she was with Gible. Still..."Your Pikachu cannot be that strong even with a few years of training."

"My Pikachu is special," was his only response and before she could question it further, Nurse Joy came out of the emergency room with both of their Pokemon in tow.

"Pikachu, Turtwig, Starly!" Red stood up and ran towards his Pokemon, "you guys feeling better?" All responded with their respective calls.

"How about you guys?" Cynthia asked hers. They all nodded in affirmative. "That's good." Cynthia thought back to her battle then remembered Red's. "Because we got a lot of work to do. We'll be training non-stop."

If she wanted to beat the Sinnoh League, she'd need to.

They both moved out of the Pokemon Center after finishing up their meal and feeding their Pokemon respectively. When they went towards the exit of Oreburgh City, she couldn't help but ask, "So, Red, which gym will you be going to next?"

"Eterna City," he said, "I heard it's a grass-type gym."

She nodded; she was planning on facing that gym later. "I would probably be training for a little while. After seeing you fight, I realize that I need to work on strategy." Cynthia blushed in embarrassment. "My first gym battle wasn't as easy as I would have liked."

"That's the purpose of gyms," Red commented. "It's meant to challenge trainers."

"Yeah, but I won with luck," she drooped slightly, "I wanted my wins to be assured, to know that it was through effort and skill. After seeing yours, my achievement seems a little lackluster."

"Well, that's what rivals are for," he replied, "to measure ourselves against one another. If you don't like what you are right now, then it's your job to change it."

Cynthia paused momentarily. She stared at Red's confused face. "You consider me a rival?"

With her words, Red blushed in embarrassment. "Ah, I didn't mean to assume. I just thought that since we were in the same town and we keep meeting each other..."

Cynthia's face heated up before shaking her head. It should have been obvious. "No no, it's fine. It was just unexpected."

A rival, someone to compare with and hopefully surpass. That sounded nice. Red considered her one so he compared himself to her. Though why anyone would do that, she just didn't know.

As if sensing her thoughts, Red turned to face her. "Cynthia, any trainer worth their salt would love to have someone like you as a rival."

Cynthia smiled. She could sense the genuineness in his words. "Thank you," she responded. She truly meant it too. She could honestly say that she had made her first friend in this journey outside of her Pokemon.

They've talked a bit more, both more comfortable around each other. Cynthia enjoyed her time. The feeling of talking to someone her age that was also just as knowledgeable was refreshing. Before long, both had to depart or risk being late.

Time flies when you're having fun. Cynthia mused. She was already moving to the next town, though she planned to start training as soon as possible. Incorporating strategy and tactics was a brilliant idea. She already had ideas rushing through her mind, however, figuring out which one would work would be the hard part.

XXX

A year had passed. Both Red and Cynthia still met each other sporadically throughout their journey. Their greetings ranged from finding the other before, after, or in the gym to just coincidentally finding the other in a forest or trail. Cynthia had been training non-stop, her victories becoming more spectacular and assured. To them, their goals were only a Pokemon League away.

They've battled anything that came their way, even each other. Such determination can only be noticed and by the time they both gained their fifth gym badge, they've gained a tentative and small following. Neither noticed.

Exploring and hunting gym badges, however, took a long time. When they've gained their sixth gym badge the year already ended and so did the Sinnoh Pokemon League. Luckily, they've got enough time for next year's and with only two more badges they could spend the extra days training.

That's exactly what Cynthia was doing. Her Gabite was doing exceptionally well, it rarely lost a single fight, and the losses that she did have, she quickly learned from.

Then there were her battles with Red. She had never been pushed to the limits the way Red did with her. Their battles were the most exhilarating. From victory to loss, it was a pendulum. When she obtained a victory over Red, he would surprise her in their next bout and find a way to beat her.

It was frustrating, yet calming. Thrilling, but exhausting. Competitive, but still friendly.

She loved it.

From every battle to every departure, she couldn't wait for their next confrontation.

"Hey!"

Her thoughts were disrupted by a familiar sound. She glanced towards the sound to see two of her 'newest' rivals. From the familiar duo of blonde and red hair, she saw what could only be Flint and Volkner. She met them during her stay in Hearthome City. She recently won the Relic Badge and was challenged by Flint to a Pokemon battle.

The boy was cocky as well and when she remembered Red's expression, she didn't hold back against the red-haired trainer. That was a wise choice.

Flint and Cynthia's battle was chaos. Both had powerful Pokemon, yet each one fainted like flies. The burning strength of Flint's Monferno had easily caused discord among Cynthia's Pokemon. However, Cynthia's Gabite heavily damaged most of his, the dragon's monstrous strength spreading fear among them. Flint learned to be wary of Gabite that day.

Even after the battle, Flint never seemed to go down for long. He immediately proclaimed that she was officially his 'rival' and to Cynthia, things went downhill from there.

"Flint. Volkner," she greeted. "What are you two doing here?"

As in the cold, freezing place known as Snowpoint City. Cynthia resorted to wearing an exceptionally thick dark grey jacket with some equally thick boots. Volkner seemed to have the right mind to also mimic her type of clothing though Flint only wore a long-sleeve sweater, jeans, and tennis shoes. How he could move around the city without shivering was anyone's guess.

"C'mon now, Cynthia is that how you greet a fellow rival and trainer?" Flint responded, feigning insult. Volkner only shook his head at his friend's antics before turning towards Cynthia.

"We're here to get our seventh gym badge," he supplied helpfully. Flint gave him a betrayed look. Volkner ignored it before continuing, "Are you here for your seventh badge as well?"

"You guessed right." Cynthia nodded. "Snowpoint City is an ice-type gym. I'm still thinking of a way to counter her ice-type moves against my Gabite."

"Unlike you, I'm completely ready." Flint pumped his fist in the air. "My Monferno is the perfect counter against them."

"Type advantage isn't everything," Cynthia replied. She should know, Red's Pikachu forcefully shoved that perspective out of her mind. She briefly wondered if Red would be showing up too or if he already obtained the Icicle Badge before switching her attention to the duo. "I'm sure that as gym leaders, they would have counters against their weaknesses."

Volkner and his Pikachu (Cynthia immediately had to reassess if Pikachu was a typical starter when they met) nodded before looking toward their friend. "She's right. Unlike some trainers, what makes gym leaders challenging is their experience."

"Look guys," Flint interrupted with a wave of his hand, "you both have seen how strong Monferno is. We've surely faced challenges harder than this. Monferno's not going to go down from ice-types, that'd be ridiculous."

Cynthia doubted it, but what did she know. It's not like she had seen what kind of training they'd done anyways.

XXX

"Monferno is unable to battle! The victory goes to the gym leader of Snowpoint City!"

"What!?"

"Told him," Cynthia muttered.

Volkner sighed.

XXX

"I can't believe it," Flint groaned, "How could I lose?! I had type advantages and everything!"

"Perhaps it's because of the fact that none of your Pokemon could move around on ice," Cynthia wondered out loud. Watching Flint's battle was a major boon. Now that she had seen the environment and the type of Pokemon that the gym used, she could properly make a strategy to beat them. Perhaps she could train her Pokemon to move around the ice. It could make them move faster in their gym battle.

"Yeah," Volkner agreed, "they kept slipping."

"That and you kept focusing on brute force. Your attempts at hitting them with your Flamethrowers while on literal ice was not a smart move."

"Don't forget that their Pokemon can move around much more freely. They've had much more experience battling on ice than yours."

Every answer only made Flint sulk even more before he went down on his knees. "Jeez guys, give me a break here. I can't be that bad."

"You were," Volkner replied with lightning speed. "Now if you would excuse me, I am going to train my Pokemon how to skate." It seemed Cynthia wasn't the only one that noticed that little detail.

"What?!" Flint barked, before staring at Volkner's already departing form. "Hey, wait up!" The boy ran, pausing briefly to turn towards Cynthia. "Oh, uh it was nice meeting you again!"

Cynthia numbly waved farewell as well. Their display of friendship was odd, but some bonds were like that. Eccentric. Now all she needed to do now was figure out how to beat the ice gym...

XXX

Cynthia met Red once again after she obtained her eighth gym badge. While the last two gyms were by far the hardest that she had ever fought, she inevitably surpassed them. Now, she just had to wait for the Pokemon League to be announced and she would be all set. She was both excited and nervous. Nervous that it would be the first Pokemon League that she would ever fight in, but excited because it would be a step closer to reaching her true goal.

She was currently residing in the outskirts of Sunyshore City, training her Pokemon. She was confident in them. She knew that each of her Pokemon would be ready by the time the Pokemon League turned its head. Yet, one thing that Red taught her was that training was usually never a bad thing and with all this time, she could effectively use it to help better her chances.

"Glaceon, Togetic, Riolu come on out!" Cynthia threw three pokeballs, the respective Pokemon coming out. Right now, the main problem was to train some of them to be more accustomed to battle. While Glaceon was a veteran in combat, her evolution at Snowpoint City forced Cynthia to change her usual battling style. Togetic and Riolu just weren't that experienced compared to her other Pokemon.

"We've got a bunch of things to work on before we could successfully face the Lily of the Valley Conference," she told them. The three nodded, signaling her to continue. She smiled, "We're going to work on fixing some of those today."

And so a few hours they worked, Riolu and Togetic tried their hardest to test the things Cynthia instructed. Meanwhile, Cynthia and Glaceon were currently trying some new moves that Glaceon learned after her evolution. It was during the end of the third hour did she hear explosions coming from a small part of the forest on the edge of Sunyshore.

Curious, she moved toward the sound, her Pokemon in tow.

What she found surprised her.

The first thing she noticed was Red. Judging from the environment and his state of clothing, he was training. Probably for the Lily of the Valley Conference, no doubt. What type of training? Well...

The entire field was wet, which could be accounted for by Buizel that Red sent out. Not only that but Pikachu was currently on the field as well, showing Buizel a perfectly executed Counter Shield, a technique Red showed Cynthia during one of their meetings. Judging by the fact that Buizel's attention was solely on Pikachu, it looked like Red was trying to teach the water-type how to use his own version of Counter Shield.

"Keep it up Buizel! Aqua Jet and Water Gun, one more time!" Red ordered. Buizel nodded, leaping into the air, before swirling around in a torrent of clear, powerful stream of water. Red seemed to smile a bit wider. "Yes! You're doing it, Buizel, just a little more!"

Just when Cynthia thought that he was going to succeed, the water-type's stream became more sporadic, the sturdy stream becoming nothing more than puddles on the grass as Buizel stopped moving. Red grimaced, rushing forward to see the state of his dizzy and confused water Pokemon.

"Is your Buizel okay?" Cynthia moved as well. Now was a good time to show herself. She didn't want to look like a creep in front of her rival. Red turned towards her, the small widening of his eyes being a telltale sign of surprise easily discerned by Cynthia.

"Yeah," Red answered before frowning worryingly at Buizel. "I thought the Counter Shield might be useful for Buizel. He's just not used to the constant spinning that it requires."

"You have a few months," Cynthia said. "By the time the conference shows up, Buizel would be ready in no time." Hopefully anyways. While she'd only dabbled when it comes to the Counter Shield technique, utilizing Glaceon and her Ice Beam, she is far from completing it.

"Hopefully," he unknowingly mimicked her thoughts. He smiled slightly. "Are you training as well, Cynthia?"

"Yes," she nodded. It wouldn't do for her rival to be stronger than them. "I was hoping on training these three for today." Cynthia pointed at the three Pokemon with her. They seemed to have spread out and are now enjoying the company of Red's Pokemon.

"Riolu, Togetic, and...Glaceon?" Red raised an eyebrow before chuckling. "I see Eevee finally evolved. How'd that happen?"

"It happened in Snowpoint City. It must have been one of the stones nearby," she answered. Eevee's evolution was a happy surprise and helped when it came to the last two gyms.

"That's great!" he replied before smirking, "hopefully, it would give me more of a challenge when we face off in the finals."

Oh, confident already?

"Just like the last time we faced each other?" Cynthia sniped. She gave her own smirk. "I distinctly remember winning that one."

She definitely did not enjoy seeing Red's face when he remembered. She did not take sadistic joy in seeing her rival like that.

Nope. Definitely not...

...

"Ha ha ha," Red's response was deadpan, "We'll see who's smiling when we go to the conference."

"We will see." Cynthia agreed readily enough. Her Pokemon were more than strong enough to handle anything in their path. However, she reminded herself, this will be the first time I participated in anything as big as a championship competition. Even if I don't win, I should at least aim as high as I can.

They spent the remaining time talking, ranging from the coming tournament to their daily lives. It was a sort of calming and serene scene that Cynthia silently enjoyed, especially when they both sat near the trunk of a tree, small snacks from their bags spread out neatly on the grass. All of their Pokemon ran around the field, playing, eating, and sleeping.

Sadly, all good things had to end and both departed once more.

XXX

Her journey to the Lily of the Valley Conference was scenic. From the ocean to the sky, there was activity everywhere. When she reached the actual island, it was bustling like the organized chaos of the largest cities. Fortunately, she managed to get by, signed up, and was given the nearest hotel that was available to trainers.

She placed her stuff in her hotel room, releasing a breath as she landed on the bed, her back hitting the soft mattress. Cynthia hummed in bliss. She never believed that such high-quality rooms were given to trainers, yet here she was.

Well, this is the Lily of the Valley Conference, Cynthia mused. It would make sense to provide trainers with the best comfort available. It makes the entire thing seem even bigger.

She looked at the six pokeballs lying beside her on the bed. She remembered the hard work all of her Pokemon did. Honestly, the pride that she had for them couldn't even be put into words. Her head turned to the window outside that showed an amazing view of the forests and man-made battlefields that spread throughout the island.

She came here rather early. Of course, that could be because of the excitement of participating in such a grand event. A lot of people decided to be early too, judging by the large crowds that walked the streets. She couldn't blame them.

I got a few days left, Cynthia thought, I could probably explore the island. It'd be cool to see what kind of Pokemon is around.

She felt all her muscles relax as the softness from the bed warmed up her entire body. She gave a small mew of pleasure. Mmmmmm. Cynthia mused. Well, I do have a few days. I could do it tomorrow.

And with that, the great Cynthia lied utterly defeated by 5-star quality mattresses.

XXX

The first thing she explored was the town. It was common for the villagers to see trainers around and they greeted her with a friendly demeanor that could even make Sharpedos feel soft and fluffy. It was quite a homely sight. She could see one or two markets running about, many of them selling souvenirs and Pokemon-related merchandise. It seemed that they even exploited this as an opportunity to make money.

Cynthia gave a deadpan look before shrugging. If she lived here then she'd probably do the same thing.

She saw foreign and familiar faces alike. Some notable appearances were Flint and Volkner. They seemed to be in high spirits, both of them with wide smiles on their faces as they enjoyed what the island had to offer. She had yet to see Red, but she wasn't worried. He'd show up when he was good and ready. Cynthia had no doubt.

She met some new faces as well. A sharply dressed trainer named Lucian introduced himself during one of her walks. He seemed like an interesting trainer and she briefly wondered if she would fight him in the coming rounds.

A few more days passed and other than a short training session with her Pokemon, nothing exciting happened. The only thing that made her a bit tense was the buildup of anticipation and the fact that Red hadn't shown up yet.

She had half a mind to search but decided to wait. He had one more day, after all.

That wouldn't stop her from screaming at him when he showed up though.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she softly slammed into a small frame of a man. Cynthia blinked briefly before apologizing, "Sorry, mister. I didn't look where I was going."

"It's fine, it's fine," the old man chuckled, the impressive white beard shaking. "Trainers being lost in thought is a common occurrence during the last few days."

"Still, I would like to apologize," Cynthia replied. It was common courtesy and her grandparents definitely didn't raise a savage. "It was my mistake."

The man only chuckled more. "Well aren't you quite the lady. I swear they're getting younger every day." He inspected her a bit closer. "What's your name?"

"Cynthia Shirona," she answered, "and you are?"

"Charles Goodshow."

"Well, it's nice to mee-" Cynthia paused. Her mind went blank for a second before asking instead, "e-excuse me, can you repeat that?"

"Charles Goodshow," the man gave a white, furry smile, "and it's nice meeting you too, Cynthia. Look for me in the crowd. I always like watching new trainers." He gave a short wave before walking away.

Cynthia could only nod.

When her brain rebooted, she slapped her cheeks. She just met the president of the Pokemon League! The man that helped start it all and she treated him so casually too! What did he think of her?! A disrespectful child that couldn't see what was in front?! Why her?

...and from what he said, he might be watching her matches?!

The stress! What is it with me today?! Her thoughts were left unanswered as she sulked.

XXX

The opening ceremonies were a grand affair. Fireworks soared through the air, lighting the skies with colorful explosions. The loud cheers and the excited aura of the spectators were contagious. A large crowd of trainers was all in the center of the stadium, Cynthia among them. She could feel the nervousness and excitement. It was almost palpable.

Despite all of this, she subtly searched for the familiar charcoal black hair of her rival.

Then the lighting of the League Torch started. If anything, the loud cheers became even louder. Trainers and spectators alike cheered as the flames were lit and for a moment, she thought everyone would lose themselves in the excitement.

There was a brief inspirational speech from the Charles Goodshow that she bumped into. She tried to find the closest place to hide. When he ended it, everyone knew from the civilians in their seats to the trainers in the stadium.

The Lily of the Valley Conferences had officially begun!

XXX

Battles raged on throughout the island. The hundreds of trainers that arrived were dwindling in an astoundingly quick fashion. Rounds were being initiated as swiftly as they were finished. The 3-on-3 battles were intense and Cynthia was silently thankful for the extra time to train her Pokemon. She dominated her battles in brisk, efficient strikes. Every battle was assured.

She defeated each of her opponents quickly. So quick that she had ample amount of time to watch others do battle. Flint and Volkner, she believed would have no problem reaching the preliminaries. From what she had seen, they'd been decimating their opponents almost as rapidly as her. She briefly watched Lucian and his powerful Bronzong deliver a powerful blow to a poor trainer's Pokemon.

She took a mental note to watch out for that Bronzong.

Then she found the mystery man that she was searching for. Red in all his battling glory was currently dueling a man's Scyther with his Staraptor. While Scyther showed excellent speed, Staraptor gracefully dodged every hit thrown at him with an ease that reminded Cynthia of the moves that Red liked to use when Staraptor came into play.

That was what he was planning to do anyway.

Red gave a wide grin before ordering, "Staraptor, Agility."

Cynthia hummed in thought. Red knew that using the same strategy over and over again was unwise. Cynthia could only guess that it was because he was facing off a new trainer that he was going to utilize this particular move. Scyther made for another attack, a brightly glowing Slash aimed straight for the blurry forms of Staraptor.

It was a mistake.

"Staraptor, now! Brave Bird along with Steel Wing!" Red barked and a millisecond later, a glowing streak was seen as it soared directly to the shocked Scyther. The amazing speed combined with the overwhelming power of Brave Bird and Steel Wing slammed into the bug-type. That poor Pokemon didn't even stand a chance.

Dust and debris formed in the field as the strike landed. When it cleared Staraptor flew back up, seemingly undamaged while Scyther's form slumped to the dirt.

Brave Bird's a move that is supposed to give the user recoil damage, Cynthia mused. However, Red told me that continuously using such moves allowed a Pokemon to get some sort of resistance to it. If you consider that Staraptor began using similar attacks when it was a Starly, there's no wonder why Red wanted Brave Bird so badly.

As expected of Red.

When the battle was over, her rival gave a wide smirk, "Did'ya see that Cynthia?" he asked. He noticed her presence straight away. That or it was the Pikachu perched atop his shoulder that informed him. They sometimes acted so in sync they almost felt like one person! "You feeling scared yet?"

"Hardly," Cynthia drawled. In all honesty, it only made her more excited to face him. "If that was any more predictable than it already was, I would have been disappointed."

"Ouch," Red grinned with mock hurt, "I'd at least bring you down with me."

"Then prepare to be disappointed," she replied. "I won't go down that easily."

"Good. I always like a challenge." His smile turned defiant before switching to the regular grin that she was used to. "Did you finish all your matches?"

Cynthia nodded. "Did you?"

She looked around and because Red didn't move at all and no trainers were nearby, she was going to assume that yes, yes he did.

As she predicted, Red nodded. "Mhm, this was my last one."

She smiled at that, "Good."

The next thing Red knew, he was being dragged by Cynthia to the nearest Pokemon Center. "Uh, Cynthia what are you doing?"

"Hm?" Cynthia hummed before giving a small smirk. "Punishment. You'll know when we get there."

One walk later with a dragged-against-his-will trainer in tow and Cynthia finally reached the familiar, air-conditioned environment known as the Pokemon Center. She dumped Red's body at the nearest table before leaving and grabbing some food available.

When she finally arrived, placing both of their trays on their respective side, she knew exactly what to say.

"So Red, can you please explain why it took you so long to join the conference?"

He gulped.

XXX

The preliminaries were next and while she had an easier time during the screening rounds, it became a lot more difficult here. If the last round was to gather the 64 strongest trainers, then it certainly was effective. The battles were tough, each one pushing her to her very limits. It wasn't just her either.

Volkner was knocked out in the first round, a particularly experienced veteran defeating him. He at least didn't go down without a fight. Like a flash of lightning, he went out with a bang, the trainer losing two of his Pokemon and heavily injuring one before Volkner was finally defeated.

Flint blazed through the competition. Any attempts at washing him away were met with fierce resistance. However, the trainer that Cynthia watched out for, Lucian, battled Flint tooth and nail. It was brutal. Both trainers weren't backing down and neither were their Pokemon. Despite his best efforts, Flint lost in the second round against the sharp-dressed trainer. That victory was short-lived, however, as Lucian lost in the third round.

Red faced off against veterans in his first, second, and third match. Each one was a close call, every fight leading to their last Pokemon. He used everything in his arsenal from powerful combos to utilizing the field to his advantage. His battles were naturally brutal, but the battles in the preliminaries were on a whole other level. Fortunately for him (and her), he came out on top.

That just left the Top Eight.

XXX

...And it seems we're going to fight each other first. Cynthia chuckled internally. Above her, the screen showed the results of the shuffle. Both pictures stood out proudly and were connected to show both combatants. The first round would be Cynthia vs. Red, something that they both didn't expect.

Now here they were, each one on the opposite side. Their bodies were exposed to the cheering crowd, yet that was only a brief thought in both of their minds. To them, it was just Red and Cynthia. It was a battle both wanted and it seemed like Arceus himself granted it. It was something they desired and trained for. All the battles they've had before lacked what they thought will be their greatest challenge yet. This sense of anticipation they both felt was something intimately familiar to many.

It was the feeling of facing off against your rival.

"On the left, we have Cynthia Shirona of Celestic Town! On the right, we have Red Satoshi, also of Celestic Town! Are the trainers ready?" Both nod. "Then begin!"

XXX

"Hello there, Pokemon TV! I am John!"

"And I am Rob! Welcome to the long-awaited Sinnoh Semi-Finals!"

"That's right! As of this moment, we've got the top eight trainers facing off against each other for the chance of battling the champion! Rob, who's fighting right now?"

"We've got an interesting match-up this time, John! Two trainers from Celestic Town and let me tell you, they're one of the youngest I've seen get this far in any League!"

"Really? Who exactly are these trainers, Rob!?"

"Red Satoshi and Cynthia Shirona! Two underdogs in this competition. Have you seen the reports, John?! A lot is riding in just one battle! Not only do they come from the same town, but they both started their journeys at the same time! Can you believe this, John?!"

"Golly! It seems that for these two rivals, it's personal!"

"Look, John, they're sending out their Pokemon! Oh my, what interesting choices!"

XXX

"Come on out, Riolu!"

"Buizel."

The battle started without further notice. Even at the beginning of the match, the battle was tense. From Aqua Jets to Force Palms both sides pushed with all their worth. None were giving an inch, the fast reaction of Riolu stopping all of Buizel's advances. Swiftly, Red transitioned to a different strategy. Dust screened the entire field as Sonic Booms blasted the arena. The large impacts sent the dust upward, cloaking both Riolu and Buizel.

What are you trying to pull, Red? Cynthia frowned before widening her eyes as a powerful Aqua Jet collided with Riolu. A direct hit! The maelstrom of water stopped, the water-type landing next to Riolu. Cynthia could see Buizel prepare for combat.

"Ice Punch," he announced quickly and Cynthia could already see cold energy form around Buizel's fist.

"Oh no, you don't!" Cynthia responded with her own defense, "Counter it then Electric Punch!"

Buizel's fist moved, the swirling cold aimed for the fighting-type. Riolu's reaction speed surpassed anything Red expected. In milliseconds, the Ice Punch disappeared as Buizel was hit by waves of physical attacks. With lightning-quick moves that would make Machamps jealous, the assault became an uncontrollable storm as Thunder Punches were slammed directly into Buizel, both of Riolu's hands crackling with electricity.

The battle developed into a brutal brawl with Buizel trying to create distance but Riolu denying all possibilities of escape. Cynthia smiled. Come into my parlor, said the Spinarak to the Caterpie. Face it, Red. You're stuck.

Red didn't seem too worried. He smirked, "It takes more than that to beat me, Cynthia. Buizel, Sonic Boom then Counter Shield!"

Cynthia silently cursed as more dust blew into the air. Buizel used those few precious seconds to escape Riolu's grasp. The fighting-type shook away the dirt before rushing forward, a Thunder Punch already prepped. That turned out to be a mistake as a chaotic swirl of water slammed into Riolu, sending the young Pokemon back.

She gave a wary look at the Counter Shield before turning to Red. "It seems you've perfected that particular technique."

"Saved it just for you, Cynthia," Red answered back, "Impressed?"

"It'll take more than a fancy barrier to impress me, Red," Cynthia responded. Internally, she was both praising and cursing Red for a brilliant move. Riolu's move set was completely physical. With Buizel's Counter Shield, Riolu couldn't move close enough to do any real damage.

I'll have to wait it out. Buizel couldn't keep Counter Shield up forever. If he kept going he'd get too dizzy to counter any of her attacks. That was the perfect time to finish him.

Red seemed to have the same thought. Almost immediately, the swirling stopped and an Aqua Jet took form. It soared up high before diving towards Riolu. The attack collided and a new conflict rose once again. Immediately, Buizel was backing off with Riolu giving chase.

It was like a game of Persian and Pikachu. Riolu gave chase, intent on finishing off what he'd started. Buizel seemed to be particularly aggressive; using hit and run tactics to tire Riolu down for one final assault. Fortunately for Cynthia, Riolu's training paid off and only took minimum damage with every barrage of attacks.

Like the changing tides, Buizel and Red switched to another plan. Multiple Sonic Booms blasted off Buizel and aimed straight for Riolu. Red was keeping his distance.

Like that's going to stop Riolu. Cynthia internally smiled. "Riolu, get close!"

Riolu dodged his way forward. He was an unstoppable train, running, blocking, and jumping his way to his destination. Before Red could respond accordingly, Riolu was already next to Buizel.

"Ice Punch!"

"Counter then Thunder Punch!"

Buizel could fight. That was something Cynthia had no doubt was true. However, when faced against a fighting-type in a close-combat brawl, the odds of winning were already stacked against them. Along with multiple direct Thunder Punches, his odds became even lower.

The results were expected.

"Buizel is unable to battle! Choose your next Pokemon!"

"Impressive," Red acknowledged, "Riolu is stronger than I remember."

"We've trained." Cynthia grinned. "Something that you obviously didn't."

"Ouch." Red feigned a wince. Instantly, a Pokeball was up in the air. "Monferno you're up."

"Riolu, ready yourself," Cynthia ordered, watching as the dual-type Pokemon prepared a flamethrower. "Dodge it and get close!"

Riolu moved, jumping and leaping over the released flamethrower. The torrent of overwhelming fire and heat washed over the battlefield. Monferno fought like an active volcano, passionate and prone to eruption. Cynthia widened her eyes as Riolu winced at the burnt and hot ground. He was trying to get the field advantage. Cynthia internally scoffed. Riolu could handle some heat until it cooled off.

Riolu reached the fire-type a few moments later. Force Palms instantly blocked as a barrage of Mach Punches pummeled Riolu. The fresh energy of the Playful Pokemon struck the tired Riolu with all of his might. The aura Pokemon retreated as he attempted to Counter against Monferno's constant badgering.

"Stop beating around the bush, Monferno. Let's finish him off with a Mach Punch."

The glowing fist was like a blur, the attack slamming into Riolu's arms as he attempted to block it. Riolu was on his last breath, his body laboring to stay up. Cynthia stared at the determined eyes of her Pokemon, both of them nodding at the same time. "Riolu, Reversal!"

"Dodge it right now, Monferno!"

It was too late; Riolu held a strong grip on the fire-type before picking the poor Pokemon up and used both the kinetic force and the fighting energy in the move to give Monferno an enormous amount of damage.

Red grimaced. With the amount of punishment that Riolu endured, that attack had the potential of knocking out another of his Pokemon. That would give her rival a large disadvantage. Even if it didn't, Cynthia could take out his second Pokemon easily as it would no doubt be close to fainting.

SMACK!

A mighty Mach Punch skyrocketed, the uppercut making Riolu fly to the sky before landing with a small thump.

"Riolu is unable to battle! Choose your next Pokemon!"

"Togetic!"

The battle continued. There was no more time for errors. Both sides battled like their very lives were on the line. Everything was fair game. Togetic crashed into the severely injured Monferno with both Psychic and Zen Headbutt. It rained rocks as Togetic's Ancient Power decimated the battlefield.

Monferno barely limped his way out of the attacks. Flamethrowers spouted out of his mouth, both trainer and Pokemon hoping for a lucky shot. Cynthia was fighting the battle with a brutal efficiency that Red would have praised if he weren't the target of her ire.

"Dig, Monferno."

The Playful Pokemon went underground immediately, using the battlefield as a shelter from the massive earth hail.

"You can't stay there forever, Red," Cynthia called out, keeping a wary eye on the ground. He's got a plan. He always did.

Just as if he read her mind, part of the floor immediately burst open and an astonishing flame geyser burned its way to the sky. Togetic was nearby, his lithe body taking the brunt of the heat pooling off of the massive attack.

Then a moving firestorm sprouted upwards, a gigantic spinning wheel of burning fury soared his way to Togetic.

KABOOOM!

Cynthia cursed. Monferno's Blaze activated.

The infernal storm didn't end yet as both Pokemon crashed to the ground, the fire-type covering both of them with searing flames before smacking Togetic hard into the ground. There was a loud smack that echoed throughout the awe-struck arena as Togetic's slumped form rammed into the scarred ground like a falling star.

Monferno bellowed in triumph.

"Togetic is unable to battle! Choose your next Pokemon!"

I have to end the threat! Cynthia hissed, "Milotic!"

Monferno rushed forward, an aura of chaotic fire in tow. His fists glowed, the Mach Punch lighting up with condensed energy. It launched like a jet, the punch moving towards Milotic with undisguised power.

A second later, water washed over the fire-type, the pressurized Hydro Pump blowing the Monferno away. The Blaze-induced Pokemon skidded through the ground. An average Monferno would have fainted by now.

It was clear to everyone this was not an average Monferno.

With a defiant cry, he rose. He crossed the distance in a flash, the Pokémon's gigantic Flame Wheel unexpectedly plowing through the shocked Milotic. Cynthia and the crowd reacted accordingly. All fell silent.

There was the familiar sound of a body hitting the ground.

"Monferno is unable to battle! Choose your next Pokemon!"

He finally succumbed to his wounds, Cynthia concluded, slightly glaring at Red, though it was very nice of him to leave that small parting gift before he fainted.

While it didn't do a lot of damage, the Blaze-boosted Flame Wheel did more than she wanted.

"Grotle!" Red summoned. "Leech Seed!"

"Freeze the floor!"

Both attacks were launched; Milotic flinched at the energy-absorbing move while Grotle steadied himself from the new environment.

Cynthia grinned at the unbalanced grass type. She personally trained Milotic to maneuver around the ice; the Pokémon's help was a major advantage during the ice-type gym battle. From seeing Grotle's unsure movements, she could guess that her rival didn't teach Grotle how to fight in such unstable arenas. Good, Cynthia internally smirked, an easy win for me.

Milotic slithered, showing a type of grace that was hypnotizing. The water Pokemon charged a powerful Ice Beam, releasing the freezing cold toward Grotle. The grass-type was unable to move, which only made it worse for the Sinnoh starter as the anticipation and the inevitable pain raced its way to its target.

Ice particles cloaked the hit as the explosion blew the dust outward.

Milotic flinched as the familiar pain of Leech Seed sapped the Pokemon's strength. When it cleared, Cynthia's jaws dropped as Grotle stood there still standing strong.

What?!

"Energy Ball!"

Cynthia shook out of her stupor as she saw Milotic endure a barrage of natural energy. "Milotic, get close!"

Milotic dodged the wave of Energy Balls. Determination flared in her eyes as the water Pokemon's body shined with glittering lights. Mirror Coat deflected the grass move, the attacks deviating from their natural course. Milotic's serpent-like grace reached the Grotle in no time and before Red could react, an Ice Beam pierced through the grass type's defenses.

Despite this, a cloud of smoke appeared as Grotle initiated Substitute to hopefully mitigate the damage.

So that's how Red protected his Pokemon, Cynthia realized. If Grotle can't move, he must've used Substitute. Still, that could only work for so long...

She could see the result, as Grotle's durable skin couldn't do anything against the cold, ruthless, pursuit of Milotic. Just like she predicted, Grotle succumbed to his wounds.

"Gliscor."

The advantage of flying Pokemon became obvious. With Gliscor's acrobatic freedom, he was capable of dodging while sending as much pain to Milotic as possible. In an instant, Stone Edge descended upon the battlefield, the falling rocks crushing the ice-coated floor like a meteor hitting Earth. Cynthia clicked her tongue. Milotic's movements were limited.

Potshots and barrages rained like an iron fist. Mirror Coat was utilized repeatedly in hopes of mitigating the damage.

Red planned for that. With the combined damage of Monferno and Grotle on Milotic, the speedy dive of Giga Impact ended the battling streak of Milotic.

"Glaceon!"

The recharging of Giga Impact aided Cynthia, quickly taking advantage of Gliscor's weakness and giving a critical Ice Beam on the shocked Gliscor. A blue screen of dust was formed when it reached impact. Glaceon was already moving, Quick Attacks dodging the hurled rocks before multiple Shadow Balls soared towards the injured Gliscor.

Unfortunately, the part-ground type Pokemon glided from harm's way before giving chase. X-Scissors glowed eerily while Gliscor sporadically dodged the Shadow Balls sent his way.

Gliscor finally reached his intended target, however, Cynthia already reacted. Take an Ice Beam in the face, Gliscor, Cynthia hummed cheerfully. Let's see you get up from that.

BOOM!

Gliscor didn't get up.

"Staraptor!"

Cynthia frowned as the flying Pokemon moved at a speed no Staraptor should be able to. Red trained his Staraptor well, specializing in both speed and attack but lacked when it came to defense. However, Red found a solution by training the bird's evasive skills. If she could somehow hit it, she would have a chance of winning.

"Agility."

Staraptor's form was a blur. Already, the flying-type was behind the surprised Glaceon, a Steel Wing clashing with the ice-type's lithe form. Before Glaceon could recover, Staraptor kept up his momentum. Red was hoping for Staraptor to continue attacking her Pokemon in hopes of it not being able to fight back or else face an opening his Pokemon cannot take.

It's a cheap move, but she couldn't fault its effectiveness.

Staraptor's Close Combat blew Glaceon's breath away. Quick as lightning, the avian already transitioned to an explosive Brave Bird until finishing Glaceon off with a joint Close Combat-Steel Wing combo.

Glaceon had no chance.

"Roserade!"

Cynthia would just have to poison him. Roserade released a hefty amount of Toxic. With the amount utilized, not even Staraptor with its skill could escape. A purple mist formed the moment a lucky shot landed on the flying-type. Poison energy radiated outside of Staraptor before continuing his course.

"Agility."

The blur now became almost impossible to see as the Agility became a full-blown Brave Bird. Cynthia narrowed her eyes as she saw Steel Wing mixed in as well. Roserade wouldn't be able to dodge the impossibly quick move.

Well, as the saying goes, fight fire with fire. If Roserade's going down, then she was going down with a bang. "Giga Impact."

Both powerful attacks clashed, a fusion of energy emitted from the collision. The impact of both attacks seemed even. Cynthia held her breath. Was that Giga Impact strong enough to hold against Staraptor's Brave Bird?

Nope.

All of her hopes were crushed in an instant as Staraptor's form pierced through. The glowing energy of his attack was made apparent as it rammed the poor grass-type aside.

"Gabite!"

Her strongest Pokemon was released, the dragon giving a challenging roar before readying herself for battle. Staraptor dived, Steel Wing activated. To Cynthia, that was nothing but a minor setback. Whenever she battled with Gabite, she felt connected. She felt unstoppable.

"Dig, Gabite!" Cynthia commanded, her mind already thinking of several ways to counter. Staraptor crushed the ground that originally had Gabite, a billowing sandstorm developing in the bird Pokemon's wake.

SCHIIIIIIIIINK!

Staraptor was tossed to the ground, a Dragon Claw slashing the bird's meager defense like tissue paper. To make matters even better, Staraptor cawed in agony as the Toxic took its effect on the flying-type.

He still stood up. He flew quickly. Even with the damage dealt, he held a speed that Cynthia admired. Truly a stubborn Pokemon, Cynthia smirked. Too bad that Gabite can be stubborn as well.

A Flamethrower skyrocketed, the burning inferno heading directly for Staraptor.

"Agility."

The bird Pokemon went even faster, diving quickly, barely missing the overpowered Flamethrower before closing distance with Gabite. Close Combat was initiated from Staraptor, yet Gabite held his own. Dragon Claws blocked most of the fusillade with expert movements. Staraptor went back up in the sky. Close Combat against Gabite was suicide.

Cynthia smirked before pointing up at the sky. Let's see Staraptor dodge this. "Draco Meteor!"

Like fireworks, a ball of draconic energy shot up. Red's eyes widened before sharpening. A single shard of that attack could potentially knock out Staraptor. Cynthia was betting on that.

"Agility!"

Both moves reached their climax; the bird gave a final burst of speed while tiny missiles rocketed into the sky. The crowd oohed in awe, the bright energy shining with impressive power. Not a lot of Pokemon could defend against such ferocity. This is why Staraptor was going to dodge it all instead.

Right, left, dive, the flying Pokemon moved sporadically, his breath laboring from such activities. However, his evasive skills are finally showing themselves, the Pokemon gliding with little problem. Staraptor might make it!

Well, I can't have that, Cynthia mused. "Another Draco Meteor!"

Red almost gawked.

His Pokemon did gawk.

Another explosive attack littered the sky. The mini-missiles descended, several slamming into the poor flying-type.

It was done.

Cynthia almost cheered before glancing at the Pikachu that ran towards the battlefield. Her face became impassive as she stared down at the electric mouse. She still had one more obstacle left. Arguably Red's most skilled and experienced combatant, Pikachu could potentially give her rival the win that he needed to continue to the finals.

"One Pokemon each," Red noted with cheer. "You ready, Cynthia?" He sent a smile her way. "Because I am. Pikachu's going to give me the win I need."

"I beg to differ," Cynthia instinctively retorted. This was becoming a habit for them. "I believe the title of Champion has my name on it."

Red's smile grew wider. No words needed to be exchanged. The message was clear. Challenge accepted.

Both nodded, signaling the start of the battle.

"Iron Tail!"

"Dragon Claw!"

In a blink of an eye, unbreakable iron met dragon-powered claws. Both Pokemon were skilled in their respective styles. Pikachu could move, he was from one spot to another in a flash, moving with an agility that no Pikachu should possess. His strikes were hard as diamond and his power hits like a full-powered train.

It was amazing to watch. The experience of that Pikachu itself was so obvious to even the newest of trainers. It gave you the feeling that no Pokemon could match it blow to blow.

Gabite, albeit barely, did.

Using her monstrous strength gifted to her evolution line, Gabite used her natural power to hold her own. When compared to the electric mouse, she looked like a towering giant. Little did everyone know that Pikachu was the actual giant in this scenario.

Gabite was the small hero, the one that needed to slay the awakened dragon known as Pikachu.

How ironic.

Blow to blow, Gabite used everything in her repertoire. The dragon-type had several close calls, only the years of training she endured allowing her to keep up.

To be honest, Gabite must be something else.

Though Cynthia knew that if she didn't figure something out soon, Gabite would fall. The only reason why she had won so many matches against Red were the strategies that would surprise both Pokemon and rival enough for her to give a finishing blow. Luckily, she had a few planned for this occasion.

An enormous sandstorm billowed as an Iron Tail crushed the landscape as if made of cardboard. Gabite saved herself by digging away before it could do massive damage.

Pikachu didn't stop.

With another Iron Tail, he stabbed it deep into the ground, the electric mouse giving a cry of triumph before a mighty Thunderbolt crushed the earth itself. The attack revealed the dragon Pokemon, scratches and bruises littered her skin as she picked herself off the floor. Cynthia winced at the damage. It's now or never.

"Get close!"

"Defend, Pikachu!"

Immediately a flurry of Dragon Claws intercepted a salvo of Iron Tails. Their collisions emitted bright flashes of power as both Pokemon's powerful strikes reacted to one another.

"Gabite, Draco Meteor! Straight at Pikachu!"

Red and Pikachu widened their eyes at the statement. Even the crowd collectively gasped. There was a reason why Draco Meteor was aimed up high. Gravity made it useless in any other way. However, with the distance between them, Cynthia believed that the explosion would be so close that the damage would be maximized to its fullest potential when it hit Pikachu.

It was all thanks to the trust of her trainer that Gabite obeyed without question. The dragon's mouth formed the mighty power of the move before launching straight at Pikachu.

No matter how strong Pikachu was, Draco Meteor was an immensely powerful attack. With shards of its power capable of heavily damaging an enemy, if all of it struck, nothing could keep battling after that.

If you take into account Pikachu's fragile base, even if Red's electric-type was sturdier than any other of its kind, there is no way it would stay up.

The focused and collected strike gave an explosion that nearly surrounded the entire stadium.

There was silence.

The smoke cleared.

Impossible.

Pikachu stood, bruised, battered, and injured.

It didn't faint?!

Cynthia and Gabite gawked.

The crowd gawked.

"Pikachu, Iron Tail!"

Taking advantage of their shock, Pikachu moved, the electric-type's impressive speed reduced to lower levels, yet good enough to cross the distance before they could react.

The battle went downhill from there. With Gabite receiving massive damage from Pikachu's persistent attacks combined with Gabite using most of her energy on the Draco Meteor and from the battle against Staraptor, Cynthia had no choice but go defensive. She knew the results no matter how much she resisted.

By the time Pikachu fell onto his knees, it was already too late.

"Gabite is unable to battle! That means Red Satoshi from Celestic Town is the winner!"

XXX

"Did you see that Rob?!"

"I-I sure did, John! What an amazing battle!"

"I never expected two eleven-year-old trainers to battle like that! How about you, Rob?"

"Same here, John! Golly, did you see their Pokemon? They're something else, John, something else!"

"I think it's safe to say that these two have amazing potential, eh Rob?"

"I'd be sure to keep my eyes on those trainers, that's for sure!"

"And I'm sure plenty of others will too! I mean have you seen that Gabite! Such power!"

"Don't forget Pikachu! I've never seen such a tough Pokemon!"

"Let's go through some of their fabulous plays, Rob! First off, let's look at Riolu versus Buize-"

Click.

Cynthia sighed as she turned off the recorded video of her match.

She was watching it on one of the PCs at the Pokemon Center. After seeing the battle from a spectator's perspective, she spotted several mistakes that she could have perfected. No battle was perfect, but watching every single one of her Pokemon get beaten was not entertaining despite what the commentators said.

The entire conference was over. Red didn't win, but he was pretty close. Top four for his first time? Impressive. The only reason why he lost was because of the other trainers' experiences and powerful Pokemon. Red's Pikachu gave most of them a beating, but the rest barely equaled their level. Cynthia was confident that with a few more years, Red could probably challenge the Elite Four soon.

Red didn't seem that disappointed. He seemed more amused by being in the top four than anything else. Cynthia was confused as to why. He only responded with a vague, "It's an inside joke."

Cynthia shrugged at the thought before moving her way toward the docks. Both promised to meet there before departing on their separate journeys once more.

She didn't know what to do after the conference. All of her hard work centered on winning it and thinking about anything else only made her mind go blank. She supposed she could train for a few more years before attending again. She might have a chance by then. Maybe even get strong enough to face the Elite Four.

She doubted it. They were one of the strongest trainers for a reason.

She could hope though.

"Cynthia!" She perked up at the familiar voice. She instinctively turned toward the source. A smile bloomed when she saw Red with his familiar Pikachu by his side. "There you are. Almost thought you wouldn't show up."

"Do you think so low of me," Cynthia asked rhetorically. "If I said I'm going then I'm going."

"Of course, of course," Red obliged, his hands raised in surrender. He eventually put them down, his expression more serious. "Anyways, the reason I asked to meet you here was to ask you what you're going to do now."

Good question.

"I don't know." Cynthia shrugged. "I need to reach my goal. So I guess...training?"

She was a bit uncertain on that part. While training was fun and she would gladly do it every day and she did, she usually had other things to occupy her when she was done. She explored a lot of Sinnoh already so there's not much when it comes to finding something new.

"How boring of you, Cynthia," her rival teased. Well, it wasn't like she planned this far ahead. The black-haired trainer's face looked thoughtful. "Why not explore the other regions?"

"Other regions?" Cynthia silently pondered the option. That would be cool. She'd be able to get new Pokemon, meet new trainers, and fight other gym leaders.

"Sure," Red grinned. "That's what I was planning on doing. There's got to be some cool Pokemon running around that Sinnoh doesn't offer. There's also the fact that they have their own conferences."

Cynthia hummed in thought. "I guess that would be cool." She wouldn't mind traveling to new places. That's one of the perks of being a Pokemon trainer. Though that would beg the question of which one she would go to first.

She hadn't thought about the other regions. She only had a passing familiarity with them. Cynthia was so bent on being the Sinnoh Champion that she never really thought about the other places outside of her native home. She flushed in embarrassment at her foolishness. Though judging from Red's insight, he seemed to be more familiar with this topic.

"Any suggestions on where to go?" Cynthia asked.

Red beamed before going off to several notable places in each region. "Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Unova, and Kalos all have a league so if you want to try facing a few, they're the regions to go. I heard that the Pokemon League is trying to get the Alola region to join, but that's up for debate right now. However, I heard that there's a lot of things to do on Alola..."

He kept going too. Cynthia didn't mind, but it became a jumbled mess in her head.

"Where are you going?" Cynthia questioned instead. The constant flood of all this information made her head dizzy.

"Kanto," he responded immediately. He gave a nostalgic smile. "It's a great place. I used to live there before moving to Celestic Town. I thought that I should visit for a while after spending a lot of time in Sinnoh."

Cynthia widened her eyes at that tidbit of information. "You lived in Kanto?"

She didn't expect that of all things.

Red nodded. "Yeah, had to move through. Better opportunity in Sinnoh and someone offered my mom a better job with lodging."

"But why Celestic Town?" While Cynthia would always be proud of her home, there wasn't much there compared to an actual city.

"As I said, there was an offer that my mom couldn't resist," he repeated. He gave a small grin before shrugging, "Before you ask, I don't know much about it myself."

She sighed. Back to the original topic then. "So I should go to Kanto?" At least she'd have a familiar face there.

"If you want. I'm not forcing you, Cynthia. I'm just giving you options."

"I know but I trust your judgment," she replied truthfully. While they could trade a jab or two during battle, she believed in her friend's words. He was by far the most trustworthy out of all her rivals. Whatever he believed was the best for her; she did not doubt that it was probably good for her.

He gave a sincere smile before scratching his head. "I guess you could go to Hoenn. There are many places there that could challenge you. I'm not meaning gym leaders either."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Mhm," Red hummed. "You'll know what I mean when you get there. Of course, Hoenn is home to some pretty strong Pokémon and there are some trainers there that could beat you."

"Is that a challenge?" Cynthia asked. She sort of expected something similar when this was brought up.

"There's always someone better than you, Cynthia" he rebutted. "There's always a bigger fish so they say."

"And what happens when you're at the top?" Cynthia retorted. There's a finite amount of people in this world. When you surpass every challenge and every trainer that was better than you then the saying is moot.

Red didn't even pause to contemplate, he just moved closer to her face, a goofy smile plastered on his face, "You don't stay at the top forever."

She gave a challenging glare, "We'll test that theory. No one will surpass me when I become champion."

"I doubt that. It's my job to keep your head on the ground."

"When was it your job?"

"Since we became rivals."

Cynthia giggled at that. "Fine. I'm going to Hoenn then. There are challenges there, right?" At Red's nods, she continued, "Then I'll surpass them. The future champion of Sinnoh doesn't lose to anything!"

"Then, future champion of Sinnoh," Red rolled his eyes with feigned exasperation, "why not add each other's contacts? We won't be able to meet each other like we used to, y'know?" She blinked when she realized that they'd never thought of getting each other's numbers. Cynthia sighed. They could be so stupid sometimes.

With their numbers exchanged, they moved closer to the port. Civilians and trainers alike boarded the boats.

"Don't forget to call me in Hoenn," Red grinned.

"Like I would forget you, Red," Cynthia responded. It was the truth. Wherever she went in Sinnoh, she always anticipated his appearance. "I'll miss my rival, after all."

"I'll be sure to call often then." Red gave a small smile. "I can't wait to go back to Kanto. I'll update you on my adventures."

"Be sure you will." Cynthia gave a playful shove. "Though I bet your travels won't nearly be as interesting as mine."

"Do you truly want to bet on that?" Red asked. There was a gleam in his eyes she couldn't decipher. "Because I'll let you know right now, a lot of weird things happen whenever I'm around."

That sounded like a story she would like to hear. Before she could respond, a loud horn trumpeted. She sighed, "That's my ship. I got to go," she slightly grimaced. Time really does fly when you're having fun.

"That's okay." Judging from Red's expression, he too was a bit disappointed at cutting their time short. "Just be sure to call me."

"I will," she nodded vigorously. She moved a step towards the boat, her shoes clanking on the metal bridge. "Goodbye Red."

"See ya," Red waved.

Cynthia entered the ship.

Chapter 2 Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

The first time he heard of him, he was reading a report of a failed Pokemon theft. A twelve-year-old boy saved the day, stopping Team Rocket from stealing the Pokemon within a Trainer School. The kid decimated the grunts with precision and power, sending the criminals running after the beatdown. There was more to it than that, but he understood the gist of what had happened.

Giovanni sighed.

At first, he thought that it was nothing but the mere rambling of those below the ladder. Giovanni was right not to care. Kanto was firmly Team Rocket's territory and no other criminal syndicate could remotely compare to the size of his organization within it. What could a mere child do at the face of his creation?

Nothing.

Still, strong trainers should be acknowledged. What kind of Pokemon was used to stop his grunts? It may be worth taking. He briefly read the report in his office before putting it down to massage his head.

They lost to a Pikachu.

Giovanni knew his organization better than anyone and while he held it with pride, he will acknowledge that the people working under him were not the brightest eggs in an Exeggcute. Most of his hired goons were muscle and nothing more. They follow orders. Capture, steal, sell. That is all that was required to work under Team Rocket. It helped the organization grow, but such meager requirements had obvious downsides.

To lose to a Pikachu of all things...

How embarrassing, but it did little in the grand scheme of things. The boy was at the wrong place at the wrong time. No trainer worth mentioning would actively target his organization. He wrote off the incident as a one-off thing and returned to more important things that deserved his attention.

Another batch of Zubats for his grunts...

Honestly, Kanto should be thanking him. His organization was single-handedly taking care of the overpopulation of bat Pokemon that was infesting this Arceus-forsaken region. There were so many.

XXX

The second time he heard of this young upstart, it was not from a report but from television.

"And that's another victory for the conquering trainer, Red Satoshi!"

"Straight out of Sinnoh, he seems intent on taking Kanto next, eh Rob?"

"Couldn't have said it better myself, John! This is his second badge now, is that right, John?"

"You are absolutely right, Rob! However, I did not notice any of his staples from the tournament. How about you, Rob?"

"You are quite right! Other than his iconic Pikachu, his last two matches used a Pidgey and a Caterpie."

"Now that's inte-"

Giovanni tuned out the rest of the conversation the moment they mentioned a Pikachu. He was underneath Celadon City's Game Corner. His grunts were watching Pokemon TV, languidly tuning in for anything of interest. Giovanni did not care for such things yet the thought of a Pikachu did remind him of the report many weeks ago. The crime boss took in the sight of the trainer.

Black hair, amber eyes, and tanned skin. Nothing out of the ordinary. Looked completely like any average trainer searching for badges though the Pikachu on his shoulder contently perched for the entire TV to behold did make him a bit different, he supposed.

A Pikachu, Pidgey, and Caterpie.

He scoffed.

Those were some of the most common Pokemon within Kanto. Some could even consider a few of these pests, that was how numerous they were. Those commentators were all talk if they were praising something so common. Despite his thoughts, however, the trainer did have a cult following, even from his own recruits. Some would comment on the child's rather unorthodox tactics or his latest victories.

It may be impressive to those who have not experienced a true Pokemon battle, but it barely registered in Giovanni's mind.

He had bigger plans than watching little children fight for the world's entertainment.

He looked at the notes in his hand and gave a contemplative hum. He was invited to a cruise ship along with his fellow gym leaders and a myriad of strong trainers. Plenty of Pokemon to take, several of them coming from some of the promising upstarts like that Lance child. Now that was a trainer worth acknowledging. His Dragonair was nothing short of magnificent and such a rare specimen would be desired.

He'd need a suitable plan to take it and everything else on board.

"And that Pikachu wins again! Is there anything that the little electric rodent cannot do, Rob?"

"From what we've seen, John, there may not!"

Giovanni massaged his head as his grunts cheered, the television reverberating with the sound of electricity and a fierce 'Pika!'

Honestly, what's so special about a Pikachu?

XXX

Lance liked to consider himself a simple sort of guy.

Maybe not as simple as his fellow rival and trainer, Bruno, but he liked to think that he wasn't as pompous as several elite trainers his age. He only had a few desires.

Battle strong trainers, win or lose, thank them for the match and then move on. Train, learn, collect eight badges, right injustices along the way, win the league, challenge the Elite Four, and defeat the current champion.

That was how it should be and in Lance's mind, the invitation to battle strong trainers in the S.S. Anne helped him with that. So he went, he greeted his surprising amount of fans (he was still not used to this amount of attention in his twelve-year-old life), and met with several familiar faces. He greeted Bruno heartily, nodded politely at Lorelei, talked with Surge and Koga, and respectfully shook hands with Blaine and Giovanni.

Plenty of strong trainers. Lance nodded to himself as he started eating the delicious food the ship offered to him. It was already shaping up to be a good day.

That was when Lance met him for the first time.

It was much to his surprise that as he ate, a boy nighs his age joined him. Black hair, amber eyes, lightly tanned skin; he looked like any other trainer from Kanto. The Pikachu perched on his shoulders certainly didn't help matters. He didn't recognize him and the boy's indifference also suggested the same.

Mentally, Lance gave the boy a nod of gratitude. Ever since his impressive debut into the Pokemon battling world, he was swamped with constant attention. The future Dragon Master of Kanto, many like to call him. The future Champion, his most fervent fans would say. While he was grateful for the support, he was still awkward about the zealous focus on his career.

He would improve in time, he was sure, but until then, any moment of normalcy was greatly appreciated.

"I'm Red."

Lance blinked in surprise when the boy introduced himself. He straightened his back and offered his hand. "Lance."

Red took it with a smile, unknowing of Lance's inquisitive gaze on his features. No sign of awe or recognition at his name. How strange. "Will you be fighting below deck as well?"

Now that was a topic he could get behind!

"Yes," Lance gave an excited grin. "That's what I am here for mostly. The food's great but I find the thrill of fighting strong trainers more up my alley." Lance chuckled apologetically.

He couldn't help it. As a young child, he had watched the awe-inspiring battles from the previous champions of Kanto. They reached the pinnacle of what it meant to be a Pokemon trainer. He'd be like that one day. He'd make sure of it.

Red, in response, gave a small laugh. "I understand. That's what I'm also here for."

"You were invited too?" Lance blinked at that. This particular event only served noteworthy trainers. Perhaps Lance had been living under a rock this entire time, but the only person he knew invited to this event that used a Pikachu was Surge.

"Yes," Red smiled, "spare me a battle down there, eh, Lance?"

"I should warn you," Lance challenged back with a grin, "I don't hold back."

"I wouldn't want anything less."

He's confident, Lance noted. Is it simple arrogance or did he have the power to back it up?

The thought only made Lance eager. Only those with some level of power were invited to this ship, after all. He'd see soon enough. Best to get food in his stomach before it begins. With a strange sense of competition over their heads, they returned to their meals, the silence replaced with an excitable atmosphere.

He glanced at the calm and confident trainer beside him, curious as a Persian at the boy's boundless energy. They talked and ate, comparing each other's journeys and experiences.

He learned a lot.

Lance had to take a moment to appreciate Red's nigh endless supply of information about Pokemon and the myriad regions. What kind of life did he live to know so much at a young age? What kind of child would speak about the regions of the Pokemon world with a familiarity that almost felt like experience? The thought confused and excited him.

His fingers twitched towards the pokeball of his most trustworthy Pokemon. Just how strong are you, Red?

Only one way to find out.

XXX

When it was finally time to showcase the promising new generation of trainers to the spectators watching for sport, Lance was among the first to head below deck. The shiny opulent fields set up for them were meant to help display all the battles taking place for everyone to see. He knew what he was getting into, accepting such an invitation but he convinced himself that it was something he needed to get used to. Exhibition matches were common. People wanted to watch trainers fight. No problem.

He scanned all of his potential opponents with a speculative eye. One must know the competition to compete and just like the dragon-types he was known for, he was the most competitive of them all.

Bruno and Lorelei would be challenging to fight as usual. Bruno's rough but effective training forged an insurmountable bond between trainer and Pokemon. Lorelei's cold and calculated actions were a constant thorn in his side, her type advantage notwithstanding. Koga and Surge were always a good fight, even if Lance thought that he could take them. He was about to choose an opponent when that unusual trainer, Red, walked up to Bruno and challenged him to a battle.

He paused and looked at him inquisitively. It seemed Bruno was surprised as well as his large friend gave a hearty laugh and agreed after a moment's silence.

Now this is interesting, Lance mused, It may be better to sit and watch first.

Loathe as Lance was to admit it, but information was the key to victory. He learned that the experiences of loss only made him stronger, wiser. He promised Red a fight and he was not one to back out from his promises. Nodding to himself at his logic, Lance crossed his arms and watched.

"I hope you've got more than a Pikachu to back up your talk," Bruno grinned as he sat down on his side of the battlefield, "I've been looking for a good warmup before I fight Lance. Don't disappoint me."

The normally imposing young boy didn't seem to deter Red as he gave a lighthearted laugh. "I'll try my best not to." He took out a pokeball and sent out a Pidgey.

Lance blinked at the option. While he understood the type advantage, Bruno had trained his Pokemon to handle the common Kanto threats like the Pidgey evolution line. Lance gave a light cough as he gave a confused look at Red. Why couldn't it have at least been a Pidgeotto? What kind of elite trainer picked a Pidgey against the likes of Bruno, one of the strongest trainers of his age?

It seemed Bruno thought the same, giving a disappointed frown before throwing his pokeball.

"Give it all you got, Machoke."

"Do your best, Pidgey."

The battle began in earnest and all prior analysis of Red's Pokemon was thrown out of the proverbial window the moment a billowing sandstorm blanketed the battlefield. Lance gave a confused look before analyzing what was in front of him. What exactly happened? He had never seen a Pidgey do that before.

The shock seemed to have echoed to Bruno as his expression turned serious when he heard the grunted pain of Machoke behind the cloud of sand and dust, the familiar sound of a Wing Attack slamming into the fighting-type.

It took a moment for the experienced dragon-type trainer to understand what had happened. Liberal use of Sand Attack combined with Gust created a makeshift cloud that blocked the vision of the trainer, forcing them to rely on their other senses to fend for themselves. He gave an impressed nod at the tactic. Against a superior opponent, it was better to take as many advantages away from them instead of building up your power.

Red decided to control the battlefield, to hold as many of the cards as possible.

And he did precisely that.

"Machoke, defensive position. Grab that bird out of the air."

"Quick Attack and follow it with a Wing Attack."

To Lance, the battle was not a noble duel between two equally powerful Pokemon. No, this was a brawl, nothing held back with as many deceptive tricks thrown in as possible. Pidgey was merciless, like a rogue in the night, it hid and struck at the most opportune times and like an unwilling warrior, Machoke could do nothing but endure.

This was not something Bruno had experience handling, his style was more focused on brute strength and head-on battles and the clouded vision forced Bruno to multitask in ways that he had rarely done since his fighting career a few years back.

And it worked wondrously for Red.

Pidgey's resourceful use of Quick Attack struck Machoke, the guerilla tactics forcing the fighter back in a grace that he had rarely seen in the bird. The forceful Wing Attacks struck home more times than Lance would like to admit and as Machoke's vision weakened from the bombardments of sand, it was an inevitable conclusion to the stunned Bruno.

The great fighting-type fell to the ground, its arms flailing around in one last-ditch effort to grab the elusive bird.

It was all for naught.

Bruno gave a feral grin as he sent his next Pokemon. Lance knew that look well. He was beginning to get serious and rightfully so.

"Come on out, Hitmonlee!"

The fight continued where it left off and the tables turned the moment the swift fighting-type bolted after the flying Pidgey. Like a nimble martial artist, it was more than a match for the featherweight rogue that was the small bird.

It didn't take long as the great leaps and Hi Jump Kicks eventually caught up to the fleeing Pokemon. The blood-pumping chase of the duo forced Red to change tactics. The boy knew that trying to evade the much more experienced Pokemon was fruitless and decided to go for a head-on assault.

The sudden change surprised both Bruno and Hitmonlee, and Pidgey's efforts should be applauded for while the shock landed a few powerful Wing Attacks, it eventually fell in battle. Bruno was in his element in confrontations and this was no different.

"Charmander."

The fire-type starter didn't waste time following his trainer's orders and the battlefield was once more covered with a cloud meant for obscuring vision. Instead of dust and sand, smoke cloaked the field as the Charmander began its offensive.

"Not this again," Bruno grinned, "I won't fall for the same trick twice. Hitmonlee, Foresight!"

The fighting-type's legs could be heard slamming into something as a Double Kick sent Charmander flying. The Pokemon didn't let up its assault as it kept up the momentum with plenty of follow-up strikes and blows. One formidable Hi Jump Kick cracked into the poor fire-type with the force of a cannonball.

That didn't seem to deter Red at all. In fact, he continued with his efforts. The fire-tailed lizard slowly got up and dodged out of the way of Hitmonlee's barrage of attacks. At the rate this was going, the Charmander was going to fall. Lance gave Red some credit though. Due to the Charmander's advantage in size, its small frame allowed it to move around much more easily, something that the Charmander's trainer exploited.

It looked like this was going to be the end for the starter.

Then Charmander managed to grab onto one of Hitmonlee's legs and Lance blanched.

"Wha-get him off you, Hitmonlee!"

"Dragon Breath."

Like a cowboy riding a wild Tauros, Charmander held onto the fighting-type with an iron grip as draconic fire flailed around his opponent. The proximity singed the poor Pokemon while the Hitmonlee did its best to send the Charmander flying.

Lance winced as the continuous use of Dragon Breath finally exhausted Bruno's Pokemon, forcing the hyperactive kicker to the ground, defeated.

Bruno grumbled as he returned his Pokemon. "What kind of trick was that?"

Red gave a small laugh and shrugged.

The disgruntled Bruno sent out his next Pokemon. "We won't fall to any more tricks!"

"Duly noted."

A kicker was soon replaced by a puncher.

"Send them flying, Hitmonchan!"

Smack!

That's got to hurt.

He was sent flying as Lance watched the Charmander soar through the air the moment the fighting-type reached its target. From the hits it took from Hitmonlee along with its desperate will to cling on to the kicking Pokemon, that singular punch, unfortunately, sent the lizard packing. Red rushed towards his Charmander, checking for any grievous wounds before smiling softly as he returned him. He nodded to Bruno before calling out his final pick.

"Primeape."

In a shocking turn of events, Lance had to take a second look when Red sent out his last and final Pokemon. The fighting monkey released a challenging call at the Hitmonchan, his fists raised in its own fighter's stance. Hitmonchan gave out its own cry, the Fist Pokemon all too happy to oblige Primeape's taunts.

If Bruno was pumped before, he was excited now. The muscular boy sent one respectful nod at Red, the black-haired trainer reciprocating. There were no words exchanged between them. They knew what their Pokemon wanted and neither trainer was going to stop it from happening.

Lance almost forgot to breathe from the spectacle as two fellow warriors clashed. There were no tricks like in the previous two fights, there was no deception, no tactical acumen at play; there were only fists, kicks, and pure, unaltered force. Not many trainers could face Bruno's Pokemon head-on. Even Lance would struggle to meet him man to man.

Yet Red's Primeape did.

This was a boxing match, a battle of not just muscle but spirit and he had front-row seats.

Punch after punch was met with chops and kicks. Sliding and moving like a Pokemon possessed, the Primeape sent Karate Chops and Low Kicks at the nimble boxer, who was all too happy to match it with his own Mach Punches. Their strikes were like a blur, the only sound from their battle was the reverberation of fists meeting flesh.

The tension was rising as neither Pokemon budged, determination rising from the guts that radiated off of them. Lance would always have a bias toward dragon-types, but at this moment, he had to acknowledge and praise the fighting spirit that was uniquely theirs. Only a Pokemon of their type can radiate such pressure, but even that pressure had to spill eventually.

One of them needed to budge and the trainers knew this. Red and Bruno's eyes gleamed, their voices pitched.

"Sky Uppercut, Hitmonchan!"

"Seismic Toss!"

There was a harsh smacking of flesh as Primeape endured a punch that could break stone. The stubborn monkey fighter grabbed the boxer in one final bout of madness and sent Bruno's Pokemon to the air, only to bring it back down in a toss that formed a small crater.

Lance had to give a small gasp when both Pokemon rose from their exhausted forms and stared each other down once more.

There was a pregnant pause. Both trainers held their breath.

A body fell.

Primeape screeched in victory.

XXX

"You and I are going to be the best of friends."

Lance chuckled when Bruno wrapped one of his arms around Red's shoulders, the strong boy grinning as he declared Red his new rival and fellow brother in their journeys to become Pokemon masters. He almost laughed at Red's look of honest confusion.

"If you battle just as well against me just as you did against Bruno, then you might have a chance at winning." It was the truth. Lance smiled as he watched Red get manhandled by the excitable Bruno.

"Not scared at all?" Red grinned back.

"The exact opposite."

Bruno laughed as he patted both of their backs, his force almost sending Lance and Red tumbling, "You shouldn't underestimate Red now, Lance. If he can beat me, he can most certainly take you down too."

"I would never," Lance affirmed, his grin growing as the trio continued talking more. When was the last time he got to become this carefree? After constantly being shown in the spotlight, it was a welcome relief to not always be hailed as a prodigy for once.

Eventually, the three split off to do more battles. Lance decimated the competition around him, his Dragonair leaving nothing but victories in his wake. He was like the dragons he embodied; overwhelming, powerful, and unbending. That strength seemed to have scared off many more challengers and for once, he was able to take a deep breath and gather his thoughts.

Lance's eyes wandered to the strange Pokemon trainer. Despite holding three badges, Red seemed to walk with an experience that no child their age had. He could see the boy battling Lorelei in the corner, his confident demeanor and chaotic tactics flustering his normally stoic and tactical rival.

Now Lance was not one that always kept track of the latest trends, but even he could see that Red had to be someone with at least some infamy. Maybe not in Kanto, but perhaps he was some talent from another region. That didn't explain his honest familiarity with his home region and its customs nor his use of Pokemon, but that was the only thing that could explain the skill that Red held.

And it was certainly skill, Lance did not doubt that. Bruno and Lorelei started their journeys at very similar times as him and he would happily call them the best and strongest trainers that he'd ever battled within his age group.

Red matched them both.

It was clear to see, even as Lance watched Red's Squirtle face off against Lorelei's Dewgong. The turtle Pokemon finished off the last of Lorelei's with an odd combination of Withdraw and Water Gun, the Pokemon's shell twirling around in some sort of abnormal fusion of offense and defense.

Lance chuckled as he played with Dragonair's pokeball.

It seemed about the right time to ask Red for a battle. He couldn't help the smile that grew on his face at the thought of facing another strong trainer. Maybe Bruno was rubbing off on him a bit too much.

He took a step forward and then the world was covered in smoke.

XXX

There were times when Giovanni knew instinctively that something was wrong. This instinct had helped him several times during his rise as Team Rocket's boss and as he watched the dozens of Wheezings and Koffings release plumes of the noxious gas all over the ship, something told him that things might not go according to plan.

His Team Rocket grunts were precise and formidable. Disguised as the employees on board the S.S. Anne, the element of surprise along with the trainers' exhausted state due to the excess of battling were key factors that Giovanni exploited to its fullest potential. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up, so he only brought some of the elites of his organization in the hopes of increasing the chances of success.

Everything was going according to plan at first. His grunts already took several of the elite's Pokemon, including that Lance child's Dragonair. The other gym leaders scrambled to bring order to this chaos, but such a well-executed attack even caught them unaware.

Giovanni was one of the first to have their Pokemon stolen. A decent enough alibi. He had to clear himself of suspicion or this would be for naught. He simply had to watch the proceedings and hope his grunts wouldn't mess it up.

The coughing around him grew as people fled into a panic.

The smokescreen disoriented the trainers, buying his grunts precious time to take as much as possible. There were priority targets that each grunt knew. Capture the rarest Pokemon first, disable any of the trainers' chances of success by taking their best off their hands.

That was all well and good.

But Giovanni forgot one important thing.

Plans rarely survived first contact with the enemy.

The first signs that something was amiss happened when he heard several of his grunts fall in battle paired with the thundering sound of crackling electricity. His arms instinctively covered his eyes as something blew through the Koffing's and Wheezing's gaseous battlefield. He had a moment to see a blur of an electric rodent crashing into the grunts' Pokemon like a freight train, Iron Tail readily in hand.

Is it Surge's Pikachu? Giovanni grimaced before watching the rat cause discord among his ranks. No, Surge is good but not even he's brass enough to send his Pikachu charging in like this.

He had watched several trainers of note battle, and Surge was one of the noteworthy ones. The teenager's Pikachu had been a constant contestant during this event. It should have been tired! Instead, this Pikachu had enough energy to do battle with the myriad of grunts in this ship.

Something was not right and all it took was a glance at where Pikachu came from to understand how.

That was when he recognized this boy for the third time.

A child, twelve years at most, held a shaken Lorelei, the kid giving a small frown as he watched his Pikachu cause a gigantic ruckus around him.

Of course, it was that brat.

Somehow, Giovanni was not surprised.

Pikachu's distraction shifted the tide of battle. It didn't take long for the rest of the trainers to recover from the ambush and begin their counterattack. The electric glow of Pikachu was like a ray of hope, the native Kanto Pokemon's precise Iron Tail cleaving through any resistance. Grunts fell, Pokemon were freed, and any advantages Team Rocket had at that very moment were gone like the wind.

Giovanni was tempted to massage the side of his head but decided against it. It would be poor manners.

"I believe these are yours."

He turned to the sound of the voice and saw said trainer smirking, holding several pokeballs in his hand towards him.

Heh. What an annoying kid. Giovanni gave a grin of his own. "Thank you." He took back his Pokemon lazily. "I'm afraid we haven't met, young man. I'm Giovanni."

"Red."

"An odd name."

Red didn't seem too bothered by his words. "You get used to it." The boom of thunder and the crashing of lightning reverberated in the background, yet both didn't care as they stared each other down. "You're the Viridian Gym Leader."

A statement. He already knew. Giovanni nodded, "I am."

Red's smirk only seemed to grow larger. "I've been saving you for my eighth gym badge. Wait for me."

Giovanni almost guffawed at the audacity of this child. His ambition was respectable. "I'll be waiting."

The boy gave a quick nod before running off, no doubt to help stave off the Team Rocket threat.

Giovanni watched him go, the crime boss's thoughts beginning to wander.

Red, huh?

When he watched his performance against Bruno, the boy did have some talent in battle. Enough to take on one of the rising stars of Kanto and come out victorious. At first, he thought of it as a mere fluke, but maybe there was something more.

He remembered the last two encounters with this child's reputation. He ruefully chuckled, even as he heard more and more of that booming thunder in the distance.

He really shouldn't have doubted that Pikachu.

XXX

Cynthia was in a Pokemon Center when it happened. The television was wide and open for all trainers to see. She was enjoying some soup, her Pokemon chowing down on the food offered within the building. She couldn't help but think about Red, reminiscing about the journeys they'd experienced together and apart.

I wonder what he's doing right now, Cynthia pondered, taking a spoonful of soup into her mouth. They'd religiously called each other when they got the chance after their split into different regions. She always enjoyed their talks and it was nice to speak to someone from her home. She would admit to being a little homesick once in a while.

"We've just received a report from Kanto that a trainer that goes by Red Satoshi has just foiled a plot from Team Rocket to kidnap the Pokemon in the S.S. Anne!" The screen showed an image of an embarrassed twelve-year-old stepping out of a cruise ship with police officers detaining the bound grunts, "More news at eleven!"

She choked on her soup.

XXX

"Cynthia, have I got something to te-"

"You can be so reckless sometimes, Red."

Red winced and gave a soft laugh, scratching the back of his head. She could see his image clearly from across the screen. It didn't take long for Red to contact her in the nearest Pokemon Center. Good for him, because he's got a lot of explaining to do. "I take it you already know?"

"Know?" Cynthia gave a small pout, "It reached Hoenn and I am pretty sure Pokemon TV hasn't stopped talking about your escapades in the past few hours."

"To be fair, I was just at the right place at the right time. Completely coincidental, I assure you."

Uh-huh.

"And saving that Trainer School a few months back was coincidental too," Cynthia rolled her eyes, "or the time you stopped Team Rocket from taking that one child's Pokemon a few weeks ago, or that tim-"

"Okay, I get it," Red sighed in exasperation, "I did tell you I was a magnet for trouble."

"When you said trouble, I wasn't expecting this!" Cynthia frowned, crossing her arms. Honestly Red, no twelve-year-old should be doing things like stopping an international crime syndicate. It should be up to the police! Not people like them. "The other times are okay. It wasn't that big of a deal. I know how strong you are, but stopping some of Team Rocket's elites from taking some Pokemon in the S.S. Anne takes the cake for recklessness."

"I couldn't not do anything, Cynthia."

"And I am not telling you not to," Cynthia's eyes softened at her rival's determined gaze. "I am just telling you to be more cautious. I don't want to lose my first rival because of Team Rocket."

"You're worried about me."

"W-Well, should I not be? I am just looking out for your well-being as my rival!" Cynthia shook her head hotly. "We're friends! Friends don't like seeing each other get hurt!"

"I understand," Red smiled before nodding seriously. "Don't worry, Cynthia. I know just how dangerous Team Rocket is. I promise to be more careful in the future. I know when to back out."

Good, because if her rival's penchant for trouble somehow got him injured, she wouldn't know what to do. He was one of the few people connected to Sinnoh that she could talk to; relate to. She didn't want that to end.

"Now tell me about this Steven Stones fellow that you've met. Is he strong?"

Cynthia perked up at the change of subject and began sharing her adventures with the attentive rival. They chatted throughout the day, enjoying the comfortable atmosphere that developed between them. Hoenn had been a marvelous experience and having someone to apprise her tales with was something she'd enjoyed during her journey throughout the region.

When it was finally time to depart, Red gave one final cheeky goodbye before she headed back into her room in the Pokemon Center. She still had to train for the Petalburg Gym. That Balance Badge will be hers, she'd make sure of it.

XXX

Ever since that day within the S.S. Anne, Giovanni had his ears out for news on the infamous Pokemon trainer that caught his attention. Any notable endeavors would be noted, his progress to collect Pokemon badges tracked, and parts of his journey notified. It wasn't anything illegal. He hadn't used his contacts to stalk the kid or to hack into the Pokemon League database for personal information, nothing of the sort.

It was just idle curiosity and it wasn't that hard to find information on him. He wasn't surprised to see a small following already keeping track of the mysterious trainer's progress. Strong trainers normally have such a following. Lance had an abnormally large one in Kanto. This Red had a much more subdued and smaller reputation.

It was still present, however, and Giovanni couldn't help but smirk as he thought of the months that passed by.

He'd been garnering a reputation for stopping his organization every few weeks or so. From the reports, it seemed that the boy was there coincidentally when a theft was taking place. Even among his recruits, people would regale their tales of how a young kid's Pikachu would put a stop to any robberies.

It was more amusing and less of an annoyance. One kid couldn't stop the criminal activities of an organization that spanned all of Kanto.

"And Charmeleon roars into battle! Golly, John, that thing looks monstrous!"

"It has been a constant in Red's side during his tour of the Kanto Region, Rob. A very reliable fighter that has won Red many of his bouts!"

"It looks like Red decided to fight fire with fire, eh, John?"

"A fitting start for his challenge against his seventh gym leader, Blaine of Cinnabar Island! Will the challenger get the Volcano Badge? Stay tuned, folks!"

Giovanni glanced at the television in his office. The child had done well, traveling and obtaining the badges needed for the league. His Pokemon were well-trained and the boy's collected expression only echoed what many others thought of him. He was a talented one. He had that sort of fire not many trainers have.

It reminded Giovanni of himself. The sudden thought gave him pause. He scoffed at the thought. His time as a Pokemon trainer was long gone.

He couldn't help but watch though, as Red battled tooth and nail against the widely regarded gym leader of Cinnabar. Charmeleon and Wartortle fought fiercely against the unbending and ruthless style of the fire master and when they too fell, Pidgeot carried the torch, his aerial supremacy putting up an impressive fight from where his previous partners left off.

Then Magmortar came and began turning the tides of battle.

Giovanni wasn't one to watch Pokemon battles. Not anymore. He was normally too busy leading Team Rocket to a prosperous future. Yet his eyes were glued to the screen as Red's determination was clear to see. It was a familiar look. He wore that same expression numerous times in his life.

It captivated him when Red's prominent grin bloomed with Magmortar's entrance.

It stunned him when Red kept fighting even against the overwhelming foe ahead.

It impressed him when his Pikachu met said overwhelming foe with equal strength.

And it silenced him when he came out the victor of the exchange.

"I can't believe it, folks! Red has just won his seventh gym badge! The Volcano Badge is his!"

"He just can't be stopped! I wonder just who will he challenge next?"

I've been saving you for my eighth gym badge. Wait for me.

I'll be waiting.

For once, Giovanni looked at the drawer containing some of his oldest Pokemon.

A feeling that he hadn't felt in years started blossoming in his chest.

That desire to be the very best, like no one ever was.

Heh, Giovanni ruefully smiled, I guess I still have it in me.

As a crime boss, patience was a virtue that helped him many times. It wouldn't be different here. He'd be waiting, alright. If Red wanted a battle, he'd happily oblige.

XXX

The last time he would ever meet Red for many years to come came, but he was ready for it all the same.

"Sir, a challenger wishes to battle you for the Earth Badge."

"Do we know whom it is?"

"He called himself Red Satoshi of Celestic Town."

Giovanni looked at the pokeball of his oldest friend.

"I'll be right there."

XXX

The kid matured. That was the first thing he noticed when he descended to meet him. It wasn't obvious. He still looked like the youth many months ago, but he could tell that he was going to take this battle as seriously as Giovanni was.

Good. He'd be insulted otherwise.

"It's nice to meet you again, Red."

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, Giovanni."

"Not at all," Giovanni grinned, standing at the opposite side of the stadium, "Would you be fine with a six-on-six battle, Red?"

"Not exactly a normal gym battle then."

"Amuse me for this one fight."

"Very well," Red readily agreed.

One of his grunts came to referee the match. "To the right, we have Challenger Red of Celestic Town! To the left, we have Gym Leader Giovanni of the Viridian Gym. The battle will be six on six with the victor going to the one who defeats all of them or until the challenger forfeits. Any questions? Then let the match begin."

"Nidoking."

"Infernape."

Giovanni's eyes widened at the choice. "A Sinnoh Pokemon."

"Surprised?"

Giovanni responded with a grin, "A welcome one."

The battle began without further notice and the carnage already caused dust to billow around them. His Nidoking came forth like a rampaging beast bent on breaking all opposition for his trainer. It was his very first one, caught and trained since it was a humble Nidoran.

The Infernape met it with a Mach Punch to the face.

His great beast took the punch with barely a flinch and reacted accordingly with a Fury Attack of his own.

The battle broke the field due to its brutality. His Nidoking had no mercy for its opponents and his experience rising to the top of a criminal empire only strengthened his already impressive portfolio.

Infernape didn't care. His defiance was impressive and both Pokemon fought with exemplary ferocity. Scarred experience refined with a venomous mind fought burning fighting spirit forged from heated combat.

Nidoking grabbed the Infernape with surprising speed and struck his foe with fierce Double Kicks. The wild Pokemon responded in kind with a burning torrent of fire from Flamethrower. His beast threw the Infernape to the floor and began brawling with it, no holds barred.

"Dig."

"Catch him, Nidoking."

The brutality of his Pokemon came through again and with surprisingly nimble claws, snatched the Infernape's tail before it escaped into the earth. The purple monstrosity slammed him repeatedly on the floor until the super-heated fires of Flamethrower became too much to handle for the poison-type. The Infernape's challenging roar as his mane of flames burst with unrestrained might told him that its Blaze had activated.

The Infernape dug down the moment it escaped. That didn't deter him.

"Focus Energy."

The Infernape resorted to guerilla tactics. Instead of matching his beast in a contest of strength, it decided to hold down the fort through deception. Giovanni was no stranger to this. He had fought many like it and as his Nidoking was repeatedly attacked by all angles using a combination of Dig and Close Combat, Giovanni decided enough was enough.

"Grab the ape, Nidoking."

Like a predator spotting his prey, the poison-type turned with a speed that would have shocked any trainer. It pinned down the fire-type with all his might. Red didn't seem too bothered by the display nor was he surprised at the strength and speed Nidoking displayed. He must have quite the poker face. Giovanni could respect that.

Both Pokemon struggled and as Infernape retaliated with the heat and force of a thousand suns, Nidoking only endured with the patience and overwhelming strength of a mountain.

In the end, both Pokemon fell, the Blaze-empowered Infernape cracking his notoriously monstrous Nidoking.

"Kangaskhan."

"Primeape."

The ape screeched.

The challenge was heard. Kangaskhan obliged.

Similar to Nidoking, the giant normal-type rampaged directly towards the monkey fighter. Primeape met it face to face. Giovanni smirked as rage began bubbling through Kangaskhan's mighty form. That Primeape truly was a brave one to match it.

A Mega Punch met Karate Chop.

Outrage clashed with Close Combat.

The energy of the previous fight transferred here, his Kangaskhan showing a very similar style of brutality as the last. Red met it head-on, his Primeape refusing to back down from the older, experienced fighter.

With nimble movements that would surpass any wild Primeape, the monkey jabbed, kicked, and chopped at the fervent beast, draconic energy cloaking the giant normal-type.

Kangaskhan didn't hold back any punches. Giovanni was pretty sure she couldn't as the Pokemon's Outrage rammed into the Primeape akin to a warrior possessed. Red grimaced when he heard the smacking of flesh. Not many can survive the intense strength of Outrage.

Primeape screeched as it got back up from the beatdown. Kangaskhan wouldn't let it. She refused and the draconic-imbued Pokemon slammed down again.

Primeape rose again. Kangaskhan pushed it back down.

It rose again.

Smack!

And again.

Smack!

And again!

Smack!

Giovanni had never seen such a stubborn Pokemon. Eventually, however, Kangaskhan's momentum diminished, and the abuse from its wrathful state changed into confusion. A shame. He wanted to end the fight in a single Outrage.

"Get close, Primeape. Close Combat."

"Get out of there, Kangaskhan."

His confused ally couldn't comprehend his orders and he closed his eyes as the sound of fists meeting hardened flesh echoed across the arena.

The giant slammed into the ground, unconscious.

Giovanni stared back at Red as he sent out his next Pokemon. Despite the chaotic mess of an Outrage, the child didn't falter.

"Nidoqueen."

"Get close, Primeape."

Thunder rocketed the battlefield as his Nidoqueen forged a storm within the arena with discharged electricity. Primeape was forced to back off from the chaotic elemental ferocity that was Nidoqueen.

Primeape's agility was a boon, his speed staving off most of the damage that erupted from Nidoqueen's Thunder.

That didn't bother him. It would fall soon enough. When the monkey fighter came close, he was ready for it.

It came raging, a Karate Chop already positioned. His Nidoqueen took the attack right in the face, barely registering the blow as it grabbed the Primeape and with one unrelenting Superpower ended the threat in an instant.

Red gave a smile at that.

He wasn't going to take that lying down, Giovanni knew.

"Ivysaur."

The Kanto starter stared down at the giant Nidoqueen. A defiant little thing. Giovanni gave an amused hum as both Pokemon roared in challenge. It was brave, he'd give it that.

But bravery doesn't necessarily mean strength. Giovanni pointed at the Ivysaur. "Earth Power."

The ground under Ivysaur began to erupt like a bomb set off, only for the Pokemon to use its vines to propel itself towards Nidoqueen, exploiting its small frame for maximum speed. Giovanni inwardly applauded. Red trained his Pokemon to their advantages.

When Ivysaur's vines latched onto Nidoqueen with a speed so frightening it momentarily stunned Giovanni, it started going downhill from there.

The grass-type was all over the Nidoqueen like a berserker. Its smaller stature allowed it to survive the grappling and crushing strength of Nidoqueen. Strength didn't matter if they could not hit the target. A very high risk, high reward strategy which seemed to be Red's bread and butter.

Electricity crackled around Nidoqueen, the lightning surrounding the beast in great waves. With the proximity of Ivysaur, it would be guaranteed to land, but the berserk Ivysaur didn't seem to care. It only wanted one thing.

To completely devastate the Nidoqueen before it.

Giovanni would have praised its brutality if it wasn't targeted directly at his Pokemon.

Thunder reigned yet the Kanto starter kept attacking, taking the electric attack full blast.

When it was all over, Ivysaur fell to the ground fried.

Giovanni nodded, only to pause when Nidoqueen stumbled as well before falling unconscious.

There's never a dull moment, is there?

He returned his Pokemon, the red light coating her. He pocketed the beast and smirked. "I must commend your Pokemon, Red. Every single one has proved themselves to be quite stubborn little things."

"They take after me," Red gave an indulgent smile, "people say that I'm as dense as a Golem."

"I can see that." Giovanni threw his pokeball. "Come on out, Golem."

Red almost laughed when the chosen Pokemon came out. "I guess I was asking for that."

"You are in a ground-type gym."

"Kangaskhan wasn't a ground-type."

Giovanni smiled, "I hope you won't tell the league about that."

"I've seen and gotten badges in stranger ways," Red shrugged and threw out his own, "I won't say a thing."

Buizel rushed forward.

The battle between Golem and Buizel was like an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.

The liberal use of Earthquake forced the water-type off the ground, propelling itself upward with Aqua Jet. It was something Giovanni noticed during the entire match. He always seemed to match his unbending style with speed and finesse.

Brutal pragmatism met with agile offense.

It worked in Red's favor. Giovanni doubted that Red's less experienced Pokemon could have met his old guard head to head. It was the deceit, the chaotic strategies that allowed Red to battle him.

And he enjoyed it.

Pokemon battles were simply an obstacle to get through. He stopped considering them as entertainment and more of a chore. Even as a gym leader, it was only a way to cover his criminal activities. He would send out registered League Pokemon, face the trainer, and win or lose, the cycle would repeat itself.

It wasn't every day that he could start using some of his older, more experienced Pokemon. Not many could deal with them and such one-sided battles only served to save his time and little else.

This was different.

Those little tricks, the creative ways to face off against another powerful opponent. He remembered when he did those. His normally stoic expression had a hint of excitement as the battlefield was covered in dust, Sonic Boom crashing into the ground. The Buizel had not touched the ground since the start of the battle, its expert use of Aqua Jet allowing it to stay aloft like some bastardized bird.

The Rock Blasts couldn't reach the water-type and the type advantage only served to cement the inevitable.

SMACK!

The Golem gave out as a well-timed Aqua Jet came crashing down like a torpedo.

"Rhyperior."

Stone Edges rained and Hammer Arms came forth. Buizel tried to dodge it but his Rhyperior was once his ace Pokemon. When Buizel zigzagged its way towards it, he only had to nod to his Rhyperior for it to grab it mid-air and smash through it with a deadly Drill Run.

Rhyperior slammed Buizel to the ground and didn't let up lest the Buizel gained its bearing. Stone Edges bombarded the water-type. Megahorn and Hammer Arms kept it down.

Giovanni raised an eyebrow when the Buizel began twirling around, a counter shield forcing even his mighty Rhyperior at bay.

It didn't matter in the end. Buizel's swirling defense slowed and Rhyperior decided to end it there.

Smack.

Like an executioner, the defeat was swift.

"Gabite."

The dragon-type gave out a roar at its release, the smaller beast uncaring for the sheer presence of Rhyperior.

Rhyperior met it without preamble. It reached the dragon and used its bulk to face the draconic fighter, Pokemon to Pokemon.

Deserving of its fame, Gabite matched the power of Rhyperior with its own. Dragon Claws contested with his Hammer Arm. Stone Edges met Flamethrower. Drill Run collided with Bulldoze.

It was a clash of the titans and Giovanni relished in every single second of it.

When two greater powers fought, one had to eventually give in and his Rhyperior was nowhere close to being finished. With a giant heave, his Rhyperior rushed and forced Gabite to its knees. With no time to recover, the Rhyperior's hefty limbs smashed into the dragon like a freight train.

His old ace Pokemon didn't let up, smashing and pummeling the dragon for all its worth. No second was wasted.

There was no force that any type could radiate like that of the enduring earth. That was why he chose this type, this force of nature that no other could match. The ground below them held stability, patience, and a rock-iron will. All traits that Giovanni admired.

"Draco Meteor right at Rhyperior's face."

His thoughts crashed just like the draconic energy that smashed into his Pokemon's face.

The smaller dragon used the last of its strength to force its claws deep into the shoulders of Rhyperior. Like a shotgun of highly reactive explosives, there was an immense explosion that sent the Rhyperior reeling.

Gabite sent a glare at Rhyperior, roaring one final battle cry before fainting on the spot. His Rhyperior looked disgruntled from the blast but held steady.

"You never fail to impress."

"I learned from some of the best."

Heh. He wondered who would do something so stupid as sending a Draco Meteor anywhere but up. "They must have been a one-of-a-kind trainer."

"Yeah," Red agreed, his Pikachu leaping off his shoulder to confront his own, "She was one of a kind."

For all the seriousness Red displayed in this fight, that nostalgic expression caught Giovanni off guard. Heh. Well, he supposed some things never change. "Stone Edge."

SCHIIIIIIIIINK.

In an instant, that electric rodent was already in front of Rhyperior, the Iron Tail cleaving through the beast like an executioner's sword.

If Red's battling style centered around speed, skill, and tactical execution then Giovanni supposed that his Pikachu was at the absolute pinnacle of it.

When Rhyperior stood his ground, Pikachu would move behind it. While Rhyperior crushed all who opposed it, the Pikachu faced it with precise cuts. If Rhyperior was a hammer, then his Pikachu was a surgeon's scalpel.

He knew his former ace Pokemon's strength and he would never doubt it, but even his almighty defense crumbled. Metal met rock that day, and iron was the victor.

Giovanni shouldn't be surprised that a Pikachu could go such lengths, but it was still awe-inspiring to see such a common, delicate rodent topple over his monster of a Pokemon. The bigger they are, the harder they fall and his Rhyperior was one of his biggest.

He still had one more Pokemon up his sleeve.

"Persian."

The age-old rivalry within Kanto. The Persian and the Pikachu. He thought it amusing that such a battle would take place here.

"Not a ground-type." He could hear the teasing tone.

"Consider this a special occasion."

"I suppose I should be honored."

"Don't let it get to your head."

His Persian's Slash met with the Pikachu's Iron Tail.

The game was on.

His Persian's skill and finesse contrasted with the rest of his Pokemon. It too was a surgeon's knife, it too was precise, and it too could match the agility of its prey.

Blow for blow, they parried each other's strikes. They would not hold back. He'd Feint, he'd Play Rough, he wouldn't lose here; not to a Pikachu, no matter how abnormally powerful it was.

The Pikachu's swiftness blurred when it began its Quick Attack, its Iron Tail narrowly missing his Persian, hitting the ground so hard it caused craters. The Thunderbolts that blasted through solid rock did not help matters.

Giovanni watched long enough and decided that he'd have to play dirty. His Persian's claws grew as a Slash struck the ground, scooping up dirt and throwing it at Pikachu's face. The makeshift Sand Attack was enough to send Pikachu stumbling.

The opportunity was too hard to pass up.

"Don't let up, Persian. Play Rough!"

The cat leaped at the chance. Pikachu was pinned down as Persian did its best to force the rat unconscious.

It should be over now, Giovanni contemplated as dust sprouted up from Persian's thorough roughhousing.

Smack!

It was not over.

Persian was sent flying up from an Iron Tail.

BOOM!

Then he heard the familiar roar of thunder and crashing lightning as it arced towards his Persian like an electric god.

The air around Giovanni felt electrified. The meaty thud that landed beside him confirmed his suspicions.

"P-Persian is unable to battle! That means Red Satoshi of Celestic Town is the winner!"

He was never going to look at a Pikachu the same way ever again.

XXX

Ever since giving away the Earth Badge to Red, business was back as usual. His organization continued to steal all over Kanto, he continued saving his region from the overpopulation of Zubats, and he continued plotting for more rare and valuable Pokemon.

Months passed. The Indigo League's conference began.

He turned on his television.

"I just cannot believe it, folks! Are you seeing this, Rob?"

"I am sure all of Kanto cannot believe it, John!"

"One of the favorites to win this entire tournament, the rising star of dragons, Lance, has just been defeated by the Sinnoh challenger, Red!"

"I did not expect this outcome at all!"

The mighty roar of a Charizard thrummed across the screen.

"In an astonishing, extremely close battle, Red's Charmeleon evolved at the perfect time!"

"A battle of dragons, John, it was a battle of dragons!"

"Now Rob, Charizard isn't actually a dr-"

He ignored the squabble from the commentators and paid attention to his surroundings.

He could hear the myriad of grunts in the same building cheer in jubilation or groan in disappointment at the result of the battle. He was sure money was being exchanged around his base of operations. He'd let them.

He wanted to watch the progress of one peculiar trainer.

He performed admirably, he would admit. For a twelve-year-old boy, he was far beyond his peers. He watched him fight; looked at the impressive showing that he performed for Kanto to see.

The child placed second. Extremely close, losing to a more experienced trainer.

They're getting younger and younger, Giovanni mused. At such a young age, he was already doing so well. Giovanni could only wonder just how powerful he would be when his Pokemon continued to grow.

He decided to watch his growth with interest.

It was not every day you get to watch a spectacle such as him and he doubted he ever would again.

XXX

Cynthia was watching from inside a Pokemon Center, analyzing the entirety of Red's bouts.

She cheered for him, of course. He would do the same for her so she wanted to return the favor. She would gasp when his Pokemon were defeated, she yelled in excitement whenever he won, and she became silent as she studied every new technique he used.

She felt a strange sort of pride when she saw how far he had grown since their travels in Sinnoh. It was amazing to see her rival in action.

She flushed happily when she thought about that.

That was her rival, the trainer that considered her his equal. It was fulfilling in a way to watch her rivals grow just as much as it was to marvel at her own progress. Just like Red, she dominated her competitions. Her gym battles were more confident, her fights better than ever.

When she matched Red, also becoming the runner-up of the Ever Grande Conference, she was more than content with how things happened.

She wanted to rush to the nearest computer and call him, to report her victories as well as to hear his from his own mouth, but he strangely didn't answer his calls. It didn't help the fact that, despite completing her journey in Hoenn, she was invited to face something called the Battle Frontier. After some thought, she decided to stay a bit longer.

She began wondering just where Red would head off to next.

Of course, when several days passed without a call from Red, she became a bit concerned.

She knew that he did this all the time. He could be a bit ignorant of others and decide not to respond or show up for some time. The Lily of the Valley Conference was proof of that. Her rival showed up last minute and didn't even try to find her!

Red was always like that.

It was only when she stepped out of the Pokemon Center to start her journey to take on the Battle Frontier, did she meet her rival for the umpteenth time.

She let out a small yelp when someone bumped into her, sending her to the ground.

"Oh, sorry about tha-Wait, Cynthia?"

Those familiar amber eyes looked at her with surprise and she suddenly gained a sense of deja vu as she huffed in feigned exasperation.

"How many times have we met like this now, Red?"

"Twice, but it's odd that it happened this many times."

She gave a small laugh, inwardly pleased when he helped her get up.

"I'm surprised you're still in Hoenn."

"I'm surprised that you decided to go to Hoenn."

Red laughed, "Small world?"

"You should've told me, you dummy."

"I was about to."

She rolled her eyes as they began walking together. It was one thing to speak to him through a computer screen, but it was something else to relax and enjoy his presence beside her. She vastly preferred the latter.

They talked a bit more, regaling their past journeys with enthusiasm. They conversed about their conferences, asked about each other's future heading forward, and spoke about the friends and rivals they'd met. They kept at it for a little while longer than their usual meetings.

He wanted to explore Hoenn. She wanted to challenge the Battle Frontier.

When he gave a knowing smile at that and his active encouragement, her spirit soared.

"Of course, you shouldn't get too arrogant now. It's my job as your rival to keep your head on the ground."

She laughed at that. "My Pokemon has gotten a lot stronger than before, Red."

"There's more to battling than just strength."

And he would always prove it to her.

"Care for a little fight then?"

His Pikachu beamed as their carefree expression held a bit of steel, "You're on."

Cynthia could do nothing but smile as the competitive exhilaration surged within her once more. The familiar weight as she threw the pokeball of her strongest Pokemon aloft while his Pikachu leaped off his shoulders was nostalgic for her.

It was not every day she got to battle her rival, after all.

XXX

I hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 3 Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

Red's Gabite followed his trainer for several reasons. The first was quite obvious. Red was strong. He had a fiery spirit that inspired Gabite and an immeasurable courage that would make any Braviary green with envy. The second reason was that Red was talented in raising his team. He had an uncanny ability to train and support all of his Pokemon with unparalleled ease. Gabite noticed this early and knew that he had to take a piece of that pie.

It was how he became Gabite, after all. From the runt of the litter to a fierce warrior, Gabite only had Red to thank for that.

The third reason was the other Pokemon. Red caught a diverse set of allies to his side, many of them willing and amicable to their common trainer. With Pikachu as the de facto leader, everyone was satisfied with the arrangement. No one could really challenge the unnaturally wise Pikachu and no one could really match the electric rodent in strength either.

Gabite was uncomfortable at first to the fact such a small yellow thing can just smack away his evolutionary strength so easily, but he got used to it after seeing said yellow thing decimate Pokemon like Rhyperior or take a Draco Meteor to the face and come out standing.

It was clear to all of Red's Pokemon that Pikachu was the boss so no one complained. The rodent proved his worth time and time again.

Of course, the others were all useful in their own right. Grotle and Infernape were his brothers-in-arms, Butterfree had always taken care of them whenever she was present, and the Wartortle had an air of peace and serenity that calmed down many of their brethren. Buizel and Ivysaur were worthy rivals, and Charizard's air of superiority gave Gabite more motivation to grow stronger (no matter how much he reluctantly admitted it).

Even the freshly caught Treecko and its sage-like personality was a welcome addition to the team.

Gabite had great respect for Red and his Pokemon and it only cemented his loyalty to his worthwhile trainer.

However, out of all these reasons, there was one more that truly made Gabite more determined than ever to be by Red's side as much as possible. It certainly was more applicable here now than ever.

Gabite gazed with admiration at the draconic presence beside Red's rival. If he was the runt, the weakest of the clutch then she was certainly the best example of their species that he had ever seen. Truly, she was beyond all of her kin!

Cynthia's Gabite was, in his mind, the perfect example of a warrior.

It was only sensible for the Pokemon to try and impress her with his strength! That was how dragons work and with Red and Cynthia's close bonds, he always got to meet her at least once in a while.

This time, it was different.

Red and Cynthia's agreement to travel together for some time was the perfect opportunity. After some demands (more like pleading, but dragons didn't plead, Gabite convinced himself), Red agreed to Gabite's stay during their journey. His trainer always had a penchant for using his more freshly caught brood, but Gabite would not falter here!

His first plan was to prove his worth in battle. He challenged her, wanting to utilize everything Red taught him to impress the female dragon with his might. He had pride in his battling skills and his trainer refined his potential into a sharpened blade.

That did not turn out as planned.

Cynthia's Gabite destroyed him. Claws clashed with claws, fangs barred against fangs, power met with power, and every single time, she would destroy him and leave it at that. Not even a single glance.

He had a long way to go it seemed. The dragon groaned as he picked himself up. Pikachu looked at Gabite with a pitiful gaze. Treecko gave him a pat on the back.

Gabite sulked.

XXX

She felt Red guiding her through the darkness. She gripped his hands, her feet crunching through the grassy landscape. When Red said he had a surprise for her, she wouldn't lie about being curious. When he held a blindfold over her face, that curiosity changed to bewilderment.

He had never done something like this to her before. It must be quite the surprise if it required blinding her vision. She accepted the cloth and was whisked away to who knows where.

His hands squeezed hers in comfort. He didn't need to do that, Cynthia inwardly smiled. He cared for everyone around him and perhaps he feared that she would be worried about the thought of blindly following someone. He didn't need to be so concerned. She trusted him. She squeezed back, silently telling him that she was fine.

They were by the edge of Mauville City, close by but not truly there. They were out in the wild still, and Red wanted to do one more thing before they entered the city. She impatiently sighed. "This better be worth it, Red."

"I wouldn't have done it otherwise, Cynthia," he spoke with an amused tone, only increasing her curiosity even more. "Patience is a virtue."

She pouted, "Aren't we spending this year training?"

"Yes, 365 days." Red gently moved her towards the destination. "More than enough time to enjoy our trip through Hoenn."

She gave a noncommittal hum. He stopped, forcing her to pause. She tilted her head when she heard some shuffling around her along with the scent of food. She felt Red's hands remove her blindfold and her eyes widened at the sight.

She heard the cries of her Pokemon first along with Red's.

When her eyes adjusted to the light, she was dazzled by a scenic view of Route 117. They were by a sparkling pond, a picnic neatly laid out with a basket of food. What really caught her eye was a giant vanilla cake with her name on it and 13 candles placed on top. She held her breath and looked at the grinning Red with astonishment.

She completely forgot.

"Happy birthday, Cynthia."

Their Pokemon cheered in the back.

In her complete embarrassment and excitement for their journey to train and become strong, she somehow failed to take into account her birthday. She flushed when Red smirked and guided her to join their party. Judging from her rival's face, he noticed.

Her flush grew deeper as he began singing Happy Birthday. His voice was rough and coarse, but the energy was there and with their Pokemon joining him, the singing was a chaotic but mirthful celebration.

Laughter and cheers reverberated the field as the Pokemon began to dance around them. She grinned as Glaceon was quick to join her side. Even her mysterious Spiritomb was soaking up the positive atmosphere.

They never traveled together before so there was never an occasion like this. They would meet, talk, and leave, and for all the years they knew each other, they'd never been able to celebrate their birthdays together. Their journey throughout the Pokemon world was always rife with work. They were so busy an-

She yelped when a spoonful of cake entered her mouth. Red was clearly enjoying the look on her face as the coldness spread throughout her tongue and the melted creamy vanilla was absorbed into her taste buds. It was an ice cream cake. How did he know she loved ice cream?

"Please tell me that you didn't forget your own birthday."

She gave him a light slap on his shoulders at the inquiry. "W-Where did you get this cake anyways?"

"Mauville," Red supplied, taking another spoonful of cake and feeding her. She blushed before taking the spoon. Honestly, Red, she could feed herself! S-She wasn't someone to coddle. She couldn't help the joy that spread throughout her body at Red's efforts though. He put in the work to plan this entire party despite the fact that she forgot it herself.

That wouldn't stop her from feigning a glare at his expression.

I can see you holding in your smile!

"You didn't have to put so much effort on this, Red," Cynthia huffed, "We have a lot of work to do an-"

He stopped her lips with a finger. "And like I said, we have plenty of time," Red smirked before wiping off some of the cake on her face. "It's not every day that you officially become a teenager. It's your birthday, Cynthia. Celebrate it while you still can."

Cynthia felt her heartbeat at his smile. Since when did he become so mature? Trick question, he always had been. He always took care of her, he always noticed the little details whenever she didn't, and even now, he would freely give her his wisdom.

He did all of it without expecting anything in return and that was what really hit her the hardest. They were friends and rivals, they were each other's measure of growth and support through their journey. He did this for her and it boggled her mind. He bought her cake! He prepared all of this in secret and even got her Pokemon involved!

Best rival ever.

A thought did cross her mind and it was enough to clear her thoughts and give him a look. She cleared her throat, "Red, how old are you?"

He blinked at the question. "I'm thirteen."

"Weren't you twelve when we began our journey together," Cynthia looked at him suspiciously. The boy was suddenly quiet and his expression sported the greatest poker face she had ever seen. Cynthia's body felt cold and it wasn't from the ice cream cake. She spoke carefully, "Did you let your birthday pass by without telling me?"

The tone of her voice caught the attention of their playing Pokemon. Pikachu sent a panicking look at his trainer. Good. He better be worried!

He gave a nervous laugh. "W-Well, I may have forgotten it."

You shouldn't lie to me, Red.

"But you remembered mine."

"It's not like it was that important, Cynthia." The way he said it made her frown, "Spending time with you and our Pokemon was enough. I didn't want to make a special occasion out of it."

That didn't make sense in her mind. Didn't everyone love birthday parties? Didn't everyone want to acknowledge the day of their birth?

"You can be so stupid sometimes, Red." When she saw him about to protest, it was her this time that placed a finger on his mouth. The boy was rarely surprised, but her action stupefied him. "Your next birthday, we're going to celebrate it. Do I make myself clear?"

He sighed in exasperation but nodded with a rueful smile. "Whatever you say, Cynthia."

She gave a resolute nod, "Good." She smiled brightly and all the Pokemon around them sighed in relief at a disaster averted. "Now what plans do you have for my birthday, Red?"

He laughed at that and their trip through Mauville City was probably one of the most fun experiences she had in a while.

XXX

There were many things to say about Red's Charizard. He was a battle-hardened warrior. Gabite could agree with that. He was the key to Red's victory against the rising Kanto star, Lance. Sure, Gabite shrugged. He was clearly a towering example of what Red's Pokemon could become. The Gabite wouldn't deny it.

That wouldn't stop Gabite from glaring at the dragon imposter every time he had the chance!

Days had passed and he sat beside his new brothers-in-arms, a Taillow and Treecko, feasting away at Red's food. Pikachu was with them along with the trainer Cynthia's brood. Gabite was sitting with his companions, enjoying the soreness of his muscles from a well-done training session. His body began to straighten when Cynthia's Gabite walked over to their group.

That normally wasn't a surprise, of course. Due to Cynthia and Red's relationship, her Pokemon would always interact with his. It still caught Gabite's attention, nonetheless. He was ready to once more find a way to impress his fellow kin when his mood immediately soured.

Curse you, Charizard!

Cynthia's Gabite immediately began asking about the overgrown lizard and all he could do was nod numbly from the questions and admiration clearly shown on the female dragon's face.

Pikachu gave him another pitiful look while Taillow and Treecko were also awed as the female Gabite regaled tales of the things she had seen the Charizard do.

Charizard's battle against Dragonite was phenomenal!

He could do it too! Dragons can fight dragons just as well!

Would Red ever bring his Charizard with them?

His trainer better not!

Was Charizard willing to spar with her whenever he had time?

Not until he can prove his strength to her first!

Of course, Gabite had no intention of saying that to her face.

He simply sulked.

The sagely Treecko gave Gabite another pat on the back. At least there's one Pokemon on his side. He gave the grass-type a grateful nod.

Thanks, buddy.

XXX

Wallace gazed with admiration at the city before him. Slateport was truly a grand locale. With the rhythmic waves, the bustling activity, and the delicious smell of the fruits in its bazaar, Wallace couldn't help but bask in all of its glory.

This was his stage!

And the world will know his name!

When he wins the Slateport city Pokemon contest, of course.

The thirteen-year-old smiled his pearly whites as he considered his next course of action. He'd done well in the previous Ever Grande Conference and he would no doubt do wonderfully again. He decided to focus more on contests this time. Young trainers always had very similar goals. For Wallace, it was something that he shared with many others.

He wanted to be the best!

For every trainer, however, their interpretation of being the best could vary. To some, it was to be the best in battle. To others, it was to be the best in contests. Wallace was different. He wanted to be the best in both! Grace and power! That was his goal, his destination, and to compete in the league and contests was everything he ever wanted. Wallace crossed his arms, nodding at the thought. He grabbed the pokeball of his trusty Milotic and with confidence, marched onward to the Pokemon Center.

That was when he met them.

The familiarly long blonde hair, steel grey eyes, with clothes of dark grey and light black could only belong to one trainer!

"Cynthia!"

"Oh, it's you, Wallace."

Not the most welcoming greeting, but he ignored that as he waltzed toward her.

"I had thought you would be leaving Hoenn. Has my homeland struck something within your heart? Have you found your home away from home?"

Cynthia gave him a weird look before shaking her head. "I decided to train my Pokemon for an extra year before leaving. I wanted to journey with my friend." She pointed at a boy beside her. Raven black hair, amused amber eyes, and lightly tanned skin. His clothes were a thematic blue.

"Red Satoshi."

"Wallace Mikuri," he offered a handshake in which the boy easily took, "the future champion and top coordinator of Hoenn!"

"Juggling both? Very ambitious of you, Wallace."

"What better way to create a legacy than to reach as high as the stars?"

"You make a fair point," Red nodded, "I'm sure you'll do well."

Wallace gave a thoughtful smile at his words. No lies or deceit within it. He truly believed it! How interesting! "You flatter me, Red. I work just as hard as everyone else!"

"I assume you're here for the Pokemon contest?"

"You've heard of it? Excellent!" Wallace nodded vigorously. "I will be participating in this event."

"I hope to face you there then."

Wallace paused and gave Red another look. "You're a Pokemon coordinator as well?"

"Oh, not really," Red smiled with some embarrassment, "I have had friends that were coordinators, but it's not exactly my thing. I prefer battling, but I've done a few. Pokemon contests came from Hoenn. I decided that one of the best ways to experience the Hoenn region is to try some contests."

Cynthia gave Red an astonished look. Wallace was pleasantly surprised. He gave a bright smile, nodding enthusiastically. "I couldn't agree more, Red! Hoenn prides itself on our beautiful spectacles and stage presence. Watching or participating in events like these is truly a great way to begin your journey through the region!"

"Then I'll see you there."

"Gladly, Red, gladly!"

They talked some more, trading tales and tips from their adventure. Cynthia was still as bright as ever, soaking up the information he supplied like a sponge. He regaled stories of the Pokemon he met and rivals he'd made.

Wallace throughout it all watched Red. The boy added his two cents occasionally but otherwise was silent as he and Cynthia caught up.

He privately wondered how well he would do. Even inexperienced coordinators could shine like unpolished diamonds in his mind.

XXX

Wallace always had an eye for beauty. It had helped in his Pokemon journey. In battle and in contests, he could see the most minuscule details, the emotions of trainer and Pokemon, and the elegance and power that exuded from those around him.

When he first met Steven and declared him his rival, he could see the hidden steel within the trainer's gaze. He was unbending in battle, sharp and enduring in life. His young rival was like a blade in Wallace's eyes, refining and grinding through obstacles until his edge was as sharp as the steel he dominated.

His mentor, Juan, was as splendid and graceful as the fluid water he favored. Adapting, sparkling, and unpredictable, his mentor truly was the rain he embodied. It shone through like the rainbow after a storm. It was what persuaded Wallace to follow in his footsteps.

Then there was Cynthia. She was different, she was like the sun. Limitless, radiant, and oh so powerful. She held discipline like Steven but also heart like his dear mentor, Juan. She battled fiercely and for those she cared about, she was intensely loyal and warm to them.

When she crushed Steven and Wallace in the Ever Grande, he also saw an unmatched determination to be the best. She had ambition in spades but it never blinded her and her love for her Pokemon.

Wallace had met some beautiful people in his life, both inside and out. He was able to gleam it from their performance.

And today, he found another.

Thunder rained on the stage like gleaming gold. It was a cacophony of ice and powdered snow. The Lapras's Ice Beam forged a kingdom of cold, tiny shards of frost sprinkling over the crystalline castle from the devastation wrought by lightning. The reflection born from electricity made it a nation of glistening amber.

The Pikachu's Iron Tail began to sculpt and Wallace got to observe parts of Red's beauty through the excellence of his Pokemon.

If Steven was unbending steel, Juan the sparkling waters, and Cynthia the unmatched power then Red was the swift and ruinous storm itself. Quick as lightning yet unpredictable like storm rain, his beauty was loud, akin to the nigh booming of thunder. His presence demanded the spotlight, his contestant clothing presenting himself as the old heroes and guardians.

He gasped when the force of nature that was Pikachu cut through ice with barely any effort, the precision and accuracy of his strikes spoke volumes of its experience and training. Not even his Pokemon held the graceful skill to create something like this.

The bond between them was electric, sparking a passion within Wallace's eyes that he rarely felt as he witnessed the glorious beacon of golden light before him.

Wallace began to wonder to himself as the stage clapped and cheered.

This boy had the potential to become one of the finest coordinators the world had ever seen. Surely he jests when he said that he was inexperienced in the art of contests! Nay, Wallace firmly believed that Red was simply downplaying his talents. This boy was a marvel and he would rather damn himself if he was not going to encourage Red to continue what he simply considered a once-in-a-while activity.

Wallace would always advocate being the best that one could be, but what was the point of being the best when one's competition was not up to par?

They say that beauty was within the eye of the beholder.

Then the beauty of Red Satoshi was a force of nature. Wallace would not let that magnificence fade when he could do something about it!

XXX

The Slateport contest ended with Wallace's victory. It was to be expected. He trained hard, held plenty of experience, and his Pokemon were trained to be elegant and powerful.

It didn't cheer him as much as it should. He was too busy charging toward a peculiar trainer with a Pikachu on his shoulders.

He could hear their words.

"Since when were you a Pokemon coordinator?" Cynthia's inquisitive tone brokered no room for escape.

Red smiled and shook his head, "Well, Cynthia, I am not."

"I beg to differ!" Wallace smiled his pearly whites. "That was a wonderful show, Red! If you didn't tell me of your inexperience, I would have thought I was facing a top Pokemon coordinator in the flesh!"

Red coughed, "Now you're just flattering me, Wallace."

"Even the judges admired your work, Red! Do not deny what we saw with our own eyes." Wallace looked at Cynthia who only nodded in agreement at his words. With her support, he looked at Red with expectant eyes.

"I had friends that were coordinators," Red gave a reminiscent smile, "and I just wanted to try one for personal reasons."

"Your friends would be proud! I think you can reach the top." Wallace's words were loud and encouraging. Red laughed awkwardly. "Please give deep thought into this, Red. Your show was one of a kind. It didn't have the elegance that most coordinators had, but it held something more primal and special. It was a unique beauty!"

"I am also collecting badges an-"

"Wonderful! We can be rivals in both contests and badges!" Wallace patted a very lost Red in the back, "Juggling both requires more effort, but the results are worth it."

"Bu-"

"Just think of the experience!"

"Wall-"

"You said that you wanted to experience Hoenn? This is one of the best ways!"

"I rea-"

"Please give it some thought, Red!"

"I'll think about it." Red's soft words were uncertain and Wallace frowned when the boy's eyes looked lost. Was it just him or did Red's confidence dim? Cynthia too seemed to notice her rival's change of state and watched him with concern.

Another question for another time.

He simply gave one final grin and an encouraging handshake.

"That's all I ask."

XXX

Traveling with Red was a completely new experience for Cynthia.

The thirteen-year-old girl normally traveled alone, exploring the world with nothing but her bag and Pokemon companions. When he suggested that they explore and train in Hoenn for a year before she took on the Battle Frontier, she accepted. When he suggested doing it together, she was surprised but at the same time, excited.

They would always meet from time to time in Sinnoh and they could only call each other when they split, so doing their adventure together this time was something she was secretly happy to do.

So when they began their journey, Cynthia realized several things.

Red could cook. Oh, he was not a master chef by any means, but the food he cooked was astonishingly good. When they had their picnics or ate together, it never really occurred to her where he got his meals. She just assumed they were store-bought. Never in her journeying career had she thought that he was able to make food this good at relatively cheap resources!

That was what was the most surprising out of it all. He made it without using up a lot of their supplies.

"I don't know if I should be insulted that you think so little of me or flattered that you enjoy my food."

She blushed before placing the rice ball down, "D-Definitely flattery." She was tempted to take another bite, but curiosity got the better of her, "I didn't know you could cook."

"Come now, Cynthia," he gave her a small pat on her shoulders while making some puffs for her Pokemon. All of their Pokemon were spread out on the grassy fields enjoying their own meals. Her Glaceon was certainly savoring the spoils of Red's culinary creation. "One should learn how to cook when going on their Pokemon journey. It's common sense."

"I know that," Cynthia murmured before savoring another bite, "I learned how to cook as well, but anything I made was never this delicious."

"I learned from some of the best," Red smiled before feeding another puff for her Glaceon.

"Like whom?"

"People I've met during my journey."

"I guess that makes sense."

Red laughed as he sat beside her taking a bite of his own rice balls. "I can make some jelly-filled donuts too if you want."

He could make those too? Always full of surprises, Red! Cynthia had a conflicted expression on her face as she ate. She could only eat so much. "Probably later."

Red grinned in amusement, relishing in their silence to savor the rest of their meal. They talked a bit, played with their Pokemon, and then began mapping their route. As they surveyed and contemplated the best places to go, Cynthia decided to ask something that was bothering her ever since their encounter with Wallace.

"Red," Cynthia paused, trying to formulate what to say, "About the Pokemon contests, I know Wallace means well, but you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

Red blinked before giving Cynthia a reassuring smile. "I know."

"So you're not going to do it?" Cynthia tilted her head. Well, never let it be said that Red was a hesitant individual. For how long she'd known him, he'd always looked like he knew what he was doing.

Red gave a small smirk, "On the contrary, after some thought, I decided to try a few more."

Cynthia blanched.

XXX

Months passed and all Gabite knew was that there were no gods in this world.

Arceus had forsaken him.

The Grovyle gave a sympathetic look while all Pikachu could do was sigh in exasperation. Swellow, Corphish, and Torkoal did their best to cheer him up. That didn't really work as Gabite groaned before falling on his knees, the soft grassy fields softening his descent.

"It's my win again, Red!"

"Still as sharp as ever, Cynthia."

His trainer's rival gave a joy-inducing smile as she complimented her Gabite who only took one glance at him before paying all of her attention to the blonde trainer. Red watched the display fondly before walking toward his own dragon.

"Don't be down, Gabite. Every loss is a learning experience."

Easy for you to say. You're not trying to impress the one you're battling.

Gabite grumbled as he continued to rest his injuries. Red smiled softly before taking out a potion to treat his wounds. "I admire your perseverance, but you won't catch her attention with simple strength."

Gabite gave a doubtful look at his trainer. That might be the case for humans, but dragons were different. Power is what made the world go round for those with draconic blood. It wasn't an opinion, but a simple fact.

His words didn't completely process until a minute later.

The dragon paused for a moment, before looking at his trainer incredulously.

He knew?!

"I knew," Red patted the stunned dragon's head, "You're not good at hiding it. It's the job of the trainer to understand their Pokemon, y'know? We can't exactly speak the same language." His trainer smirked, "Cynthia thought it was cute that you have a massive crush on her Gabite."

Gabite's last vestige of strength finally faded and he fell on both knees. The shame, the horror. Did everyone know? He turned to his allied brethren who only looked away at his desperate gaze. Red sighed sympathetically, murmuring soft words, "Before you chase after someone, you should work on yourself first."

The ground-type looked at Red inquisitively. The way he said those words were odd to the Pokemon. There was always an air about Red that many of his brothers-in-arms noticed. Only Pikachu didn't seem bothered about it but that was only because the electric rat had the same aura around him as their trainer.

There were many theories concocted by his fellow Pokemon and many that try to find explanations for Red and Pikachu's oddities. Primeape and Ivysaur really didn't care. They sensed Red's fighting spirit and joined his ranks to tackle stronger foes. Charizard was of a similar mind. He saw Red's ageless experience in battle and bowed to him.

Charizard bowed to no one.

Buizel commented once that their trainer had a mature feeling to his commands as if his words echoed a hidden weight to it. Even Butterfree added her two cents, saying that she felt their trainer had a distant warmth, attracting her to him like a Venomoth to light. Grovyle mentioned a very similar premonition, confiding to Gabite that Red didn't feel like his age.

Gabite felt what his other Pokemon said at this very moment, looking straight at Red's amber eyes.

His trainer was special. He straightened himself as he paid attention to the thirteen-year-old's advice.

"You want to keep training?"

Gabite nodded resolutely. Red was silent for a moment, only to speak up once more. His words surprised the dragon. "Will you listen to me?"

That was rather obvious, Gabite thought, but he nodded again nonetheless. Red nodded before finishing treating his injuries. Gabite followed Red, joining Cynthia in the feast she prepared for them. The girl quickly sat beside Red, chatting their worries away once again. His dragon was deep in thought, taking a piece of the Pokemon food and taking slow, deliberate bites.

Before you chase after someone, you should work on yourself first.

He was the weakest of his clutch, yet Red chose him out of every other Gible. He was content with the strength he obtained from Red's guidance, but he wanted more. He wouldn't betray his trainer's trust; he was offered harsher training, to become as strong as Red could take him. He'd grow stronger, if not for her, then for himself.

For once, Gabite understood his fellow rival, Charizard's, fascination with their trainer.

XXX

That fascination was quick to change into terror.

Arceus, why?!

Gabite ate dirt, his head slamming into the ground from the Iron Tail he endured overhead. He growled, forcing himself up to face his opponent. The dragon had a second to witness a sudden blur of yellow before his left side spiked with pain, a Quick Attack crashing through him with the force of a high-speed train.

He released a defiant roar and went back up.

The Pikachu suppressed him again, sending the Gabite's face back to the earth.

It had been like this for a few months. At Cynthia's curiosity, his trainer only mentioned that his Pokemon would be undergoing some special training. Motivated by this, Cynthia too began devising a way for her team to grow stronger as well. Red gave a mirthful chuckle at his rival's excitement and let each other handle their own routines.

It was during the night in Fallarbor Town. One of the empty battlefields revealed less of a fight and more of a one-sided beating.

Smack!

Gabite could barely think as Pikachu was beside him in an instant. He forced his claws up to block the Pikachu's forceful strikes, instinctively weaving and dodging through the brutal rodent's barrage.

Despite the punishing attacks, Gabite could feel himself growing stronger. For every beatdown, for every loss, he learned and grew. For every painful hit, his body instinctively memorized it. For every swift strike, he was able to move even a tiny bit faster.

Don't go easy on him, Pikachu.

He remembered those words. Confusion was set to realization. Realization changed to horror. Horror turned to determination.

Determination transformed into confidence.

All you need is confidence.

Red's smile as he murmured those words reenergized the exhausted Gabite. He roared as his claws slammed into the ground, the sheer force sending billowing smoke and dust around him.

For every defeat, there is an opportunity to grow.

Pain erupted from his back as metallic tail met draconic scales. Twirling backward with a growl, his jaws dug deep into Pikachu and slammed the rodent into the ground. A Flamethrower was erupting from his throat until a searing, burning heat spiraled downward at the electric-type. The descent created more dust and debris as the flames began scorching the earth around him.

There is more to battle than strength.

The smoke cleared and his claws once more parried Pikachu's blitzing speed. His body moved on its own, forcing Gabite to dig down. Pikachu didn't let up and began his descent to follow the dragon into the underground tunnels.

The air became superheated.

Pikachu had no time to retreat as a Flamethrower flooded the tunnels, searing fur and sending the rodent back to the surface. Gabite appeared behind the stumbling electric-type and with dragon-powered claws struck down. An Iron Tail parried the blow.

Know your limits.

Gabite began retreating as Pikachu's attacks became swifter and harsher. He roared another defiant cry, blasting pulses of dragon-like energy. Pikachu dodged all of them with unexpected grace, effortlessly entering Gabite's personal space once more.

Electric rodent fought ravenous dragon.

It was a scuffle, a brutish fight that slowly whittled down on Gabite's impressive stamina.

His legs started caving in as Pikachu slammed into him more and more. It was akin to a hammer digging the nail deeper into the earth. Gabite cried painfully as the ground broke beneath him. He refused to falter here.

Let it be said that the ground broke before the dragon.

He felt one last defiant surge of energy within him as his claws grabbed the rodent and tossed him away.

Do you trust me, Gabite?

Pikachu was already before him as if his efforts were for naught.

SCHLIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK.

His legs gave out, his throat choked up and his arms numbed. The dragon fell on his knees, a severing Iron Tail ending his final stand.

He was too weak.

"Good job, Gabite."

Red was in front of him again, potion in hand.

The dragon groaned as he clenched his jaw in frustration. He endured the stinging of his wounds as Red treated him. He'd fought for so long, worked so hard but he still lost. How did you match that strength? Dragons were power incarnate. Legends were told of their might, yet he couldn't defeat a common Kanto rat. How could anyone leave the gigantic shadow of Pikachu? It was usel-

"Gabite." Red's eyes looked into his with a seriousness he rarely showed. "Don't lose yourself."

The dragon-type looked away.

"You've grown strong."

He almost scoffed at his trainer's words.

Red smiled, patting Gabite as he motioned him towards where the rest of his Pokemon lay. Glalie, Corphish, Grovyle, and Swellow welcomed him to the clearing, all of them also sporting wounds from their training with Pikachu.

He relaxed as he joined his brothers-in-arms, taking comfort in the fact that he wasn't the only one enduring these fights.

Cynthia joined them once more, seeking out Red immediately, his trainer accepting the rival's companionship. The two always felt inseparable in the eyes of their Pokemon. The admiration both had for each other as rivals were palpable. The bond between them was fascinating to Gabite.

Would he have a bond like that?

The dragon-type felt the proud patting of the patient Grovyle, once more congratulating him for a battle well fought. His broken pride slowly recovered as they learned from their losses. Pikachu joined them, contributing to their discussion.

Throughout it all, Gabite was ignorant of the female dragon's inquisitive stare.

XXX

"Cynthia, it's good to see you!" An older, mature voice spoke through the screen. Once more, they were at the Pokemon Center. Red went off outside to purchase more supplies, giving her some time to spare. Deciding to best use this time to call her family, she began with the first person on her mind.

"Grandma," Cynthia smiled brightly at the image of Professor Carolina. "I just called to check on things."

"Oh we're doing just fine here," Carolina returned the bright smile with her own. Despite her age, she still had some youthful energy. "We've been watching your journey through Pokemon TV. All of Celestic Town is proud of you and Red's achievements!"

"It's nothing special, grandma," Cynthia said, "I couldn't have done it without Red's help though. It's because of him that I pushed so hard."

"Well, that's what rivals are for, dear."

"Yes, but he's much more than that."

Carolina laughed at that. "You've been speaking so highly of Red lately. Is there something I should know?"

"We've been traveling together for a while now," Cynthia responded, "Red has been a wonderful companion. He's already gotten the eight badges and has even competed in several Pokemon contests. We've been training so far, but I can tell that our Pokemon are getting stronger and part of it is thanks to him."

Carolina gave a sly smile as her granddaughter went on and on about her rival's accomplishments. "Is that right?" Carolina gave a boisterous laugh, "Then I'm glad that you've made a close friend from your travels, Cynthia."

"He's the best rival anyone can ever ask for."

"Just a rival?"

Cynthia paused before laughing softly, "Well, I guess I can consider him my best friend too."

"It's wonderful to hear that, Cynthia," Carolina's reply held genuine mirth and something more. "Your sister has been keeping track of both of your adventures. She's been very enthusiastic about Red recently."

Cynthia blinked at that. Her younger sister was an excitable one, but she didn't expect her to also be tracking Red's journey. "Really? Even Red's?"

"Oh, I think she might be even more interested in his than yours," Carolina chuckled, "Especially since the Pokemon contests. She was completely enchanted by Red's performance. His dashing clothes and his powerful Pokemon have been the talk all over Celestic Town. The Prince of Celestic, they call him." Her grandmother smirked before whispering loudly, "Between you and me, it's clear she's got a crush on him."

Cynthia frowned slightly, "I don't think she's even met him."

"I wouldn't worry about it," Carolina's words were carelessly good-natured, "It looks to be more like idol worship." Carolina then smiled like a Persian who caught the Pidgey and suddenly Cynthia didn't feel so safe, "I know you wouldn't want any competition for his attention."

What.

"We're just friends and rivals, grandma," Cynthia released a breath in exasperation. Her face was flushed at the thought. While the thought of her sister and Red growing close made her strangely uncomfortable, it wasn't because of anything like that. She was just protective of her sister, that was all!

"Of course," Carolina's tone made it clear she didn't exactly believe her.

She pouted.

"You're teasing me."

"I am your grandma," Carolina chuckled as if that was all that needed to be said before returning to a softer expression, "I'm glad you called. We were wondering about you. The last time you contacted us was during the Ever Grande Conference."

"Red and I have been busy," Cynthia assured her, "We've been training our Pokemon and we may have gotten a bit sidetracked. You wouldn't believe how strong Garchomp has become! The training really paid off," Cynthia smiled as she remembered the rigorous methods they've endured for months. It was painful, but it felt fulfilling as well. "Gabite finally evolved when I battled Winona and Brawly a few weeks ago."

"That's great to hear," Carolina praised, smiling, "I see this year-long training has been good to you."

"I was thinking of battling the Johto Battle Frontier," Cynthia continued, "I get to travel with Red a bit more if I decide to choose that one. He'll be going to Johto too."

"Ah, I definitely see."

Cynthia paused and looked at Carolina suspiciously, "Something tells me we're not on the same page."

"Oh, I'm on the right page, dear."

Cynthia gave her a deadpanned look. Carolina smiled innocently. Cynthia cleared her throat, "Our trip through Hoenn will be almost done soon. Once Red finishes the Ever Grande Conference, we'll go right away."

"You sound confident of Red's victory, Cynthia."

"I have the utmost faith in my rival, grandma. He's been working really hard." Cynthia gave a strong stare as if daring her grandmother to refute her statement. She saw how hard Red trained his Pokemon lately. It motivated her, made her work harder, and the efforts of their labor were starting to bear fruit. "I truly think he can win the league this time."

Carolina smiled at her granddaughter's confidence. "Well, you know him best. We'll be cheering him on in Celestic Town. Please give Red our regards. I know your sister would be cheering him on the hardest. "

"Grandma," Cynthia whined. The old professor laughed. They continued chatting, making small talk before they finally exchanged their farewells. When her grandmother's face blinked out of the screen, she gave a sigh and turned around.

Honestly, grandma Carolina could be such a handful.

She always meant well, however, and her enthusiastic energy was a constant support for the young trainer. She called upon Garchomp and patted the dragon's head. Her companion basked in her attention before Red finally finished and returned to her.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting."

Cynthia shook her head, "I was able to speak with my family back at Celestic Town."

Red smiled at that. "That's good. I really should contact my mom sometime. I know she worries about me."

"You should," Cynthia agreed. Red rarely talked about his family so it was always surprising when he brought it up. Cynthia liked to think it was because he started trusting her more as they traveled together.

"How are things back home?"

"They're calling you the Prince of Celestic now," Cynthia's tone was teasing.

"Maybe I shouldn't have done those Pokemon contests."

Cynthia laughed.

XXX

"Hello Pokemon TV, this is Rob!"

"And this is John!"

"We're live and bringing you to this year's Ever Grande Conference! Tell me, John, just what is going on down there?"

"Plenty of fierce battles are raging all over the city. We've got some strong contestants this year. Steven and Wallace are once more present to test their worth. Both of them have been garnering a strong following in Hoenn. Mastering the metallic element, Steven Stones is known throughout his native region as the Prodigy of Steel!"

"Do not forget Wallace! Like a riptide, the rising Artist of Water has dazzled the world with his fabulous water-types! Mentored by the great and spectacular Sootopolis Gym Leader, Juan, he plans on making a giant splash in this year's conference."

"Those two have quite the infamous rivalry, eh, John?"

"They are Hoenn's iconic duo, but it seems that when it comes to rivals, they're not the only ones, Rob!"

"There's another!?"

"Coming from Sinnoh, Celestic Town's Prince is here to pick up where the Princess left off!"

"Golly, John, it seems that you are right. Hailing from a land far away, another challenger has come to face Hoenn's best. Will he be as successful as last year's Sinnoh challenger?"

"Tune in to find out!"

XXX

Gabite roared as he lifted the Metagross and slammed it down into a torrent of superheated Flamethrower. The crowd cheered when the Metagross fainted as it struggled to keep standing. There was a burning drive within the Pokemon's eyes.

That drive was clear to see for the entire world.

The crowd cheered harder.

Gabite ignored it. He had bigger concerns to worry about.

I'll be relying on all of you.

Red had the tendency to bring the Pokemon he'd caught in the region to the conferences. Only in special circumstances did he bring a Pokemon from another region to battle. Pikachu was an obvious exception, but when he stared at all of them, including Gabite, he could feel the weight of Red's trust on his shoulders.

He wouldn't forget this.

He refused to let his trainer down.

For the past few days, Gabite and his brothers-in-arms went forth, decimating all that opposed them. Grovyle's speed was unparalleled. Gabite had bonded with the wise Pokemon and they only grew stronger as they trained, bled, and fought together. Swellow, for all his aggressiveness, focused all of it into the tournament, causing fear and discord for their foes.

Gabite had watched his trainer catch a myriad of Pokemon, many were birds, but Swellow was truly the most ferocious of the lot.

Glalie, Corphish, and Torkoal were slow and steady. If the rest represented the ravaging speed, these three showed that even Red's strategies could utilize a slow, enduring method. The three were the stable ground in which their team held the line against the encroaching forces.

"Battle position, Aggron."

Gabite stared down the gigantic metal beast and his mind was briefly reminded of his defeat at the hands of Rhyperior. Too weak, too frail. His strength couldn't match the ground-type.

Not anymore.

Fire started erupting from his jaws. The Aggron growled in response to the threat before him. His foe was taking him seriously, acknowledging him as someone that could break him, defeat him.

Focus.

Gabite charged forward, channeling his boiling wrath into a refined and tempered edge.

When Aggron and Gabite clashed, the crowd could only look on as they witnessed a battle that would forever be remembered as one of the highlights of this year's entire conference.

XXX

Cynthia hugged Red as tight as humanly possible the moment he entered the Pokemon Center.

"You won!"

He hugged back before chuckling and pushing her off, "I'm not through the wringer just yet, Cynthia."

She ignored his words and began shaking him. She heard a light 'umph' from him as his body endured her ministrations, but she didn't care. Her rival won! He won a conference! Her blood pumped from excitement when he blew the competition out of the water.

Wallace was a hard-fought fight and Cynthia was enraptured when Red battled tooth and nail to gain a close victory from him. He conquered everything in his way until only Steven was the last one standing. In another battle that made her breathless, his Gabite stole victory from the jaws of defeat.

She had never seen a Gabite as determined as the one she saw from that battle. The closest was from her own and that spoke volumes of what she saw in the finals. Red didn't seem too bothered by her actions and gently detached himself from her. "I still have to battle the Elite Four and then face the champion."

"You can beat them."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Red grinned, "but I doubt that."

She ignored his words. Honestly, Red, have more confidence in your Pokemon! "Who're you fighting first?"

"Drake," Red hummed. Cynthia clicked her tongue as she recalled who exactly that is. Of course, she knew the man. The dragon master was considered one of the finest trainers Hoenn ever produced. He traveled all over the world and obtained all sorts of Pokemon. The experience hardened him into a fine battler. That wouldn't stop her though.

"Then we'll train for that."

"You're killing me here, Cynthia." Despite his words, he allowed himself to be dragged by the girl. "I just finished the Ever Grande Conference. Can I at least take a break before I go back into training?"

"Time waits for no man, Red!" It was the Elite Four! She never experienced it herself, but she was not going to let her rival fail horribly when it was also his first time to battle the vaunted League's finest. It confused her why he felt so relaxed despite the upcoming battles ahead.

"Have you ever heard of the saying, stop and smell the roses?"

Cynthia turned her head back to him, staring at the exasperated boy as if he was crazy. "We're fighting the Elite Four!"

"I'm fighting the Elite Four."

"Details, Red," Cynthia grinned brightly as she brought forth Garchomp, "Let's get you used to fighting dragon Pokemon."

"Cynthia, no."

"Cynthia, yes."

He looked at her with a deadpan expression. With a wave of his hand, he sent out Pikachu. Electricity arced through the air as the rodent leaped down.

Cynthia was suddenly reminded that Red was in fact quite used to battling dragon-types that day.

XXX

Gabite opened his eyes, ignoring the roaring of the crowd. The stadium was grander, louder, and more pronounced than any that he had ever been in. That made sense to him. In greater battles, it was expected to fight in greater stages. The arena was littered with craters, broken boulders, and scorch marks. No doubt left behind by his previous allies.

He growled when he could see the terror of the skies before him. A giant Salamence floated, looking no worse for wear. He ignored the dragon for a moment and turned towards the screen.

He was the last one, huh?

Five of Red's Pokemon had fallen, decimated, and crushed by the enormous strength and experience of the Elite Four's dragon master. Their skill and training of one year couldn't hold to the lifetime's adventure of the pirate trainer.

That didn't mean they didn't hold their own. Three of Drake's own Pokemon toppled down like kings, two of them defeated by the devastating strength of Pikachu while the third took the combined power of four others. Gabite wouldn't let his brood's work be in vain. His eyes went back up to the imperial Salamence and heat started pooling from his mouth.

This was one tall order to back up.

He remembered his training with Pikachu. His thoughts returned to his battles against overpowering opponents like Aggron and Rhyperior. This might be the highest wall he had to climb, but dragons did not back down.

Gabite gave out a challenging war cry. The Salamence didn't bother to respond. It simply attacked with Dragon Rush.

It was fast. Gabite had no reason to deny his opponent some semblance of acknowledgment. Due to its power as one of the finest Pokemon of an Elite Four, it held a speed that few could match. That power shouldn't be ignored. He didn't doubt that.

But it wasn't as fast as Pikachu.

The power was there, but as Gabite's body moved out of the way of the rushing dragon-type, he couldn't help but compare the dragon to the rodent. The overpowering aura was reminiscent, but unlike Pikachu's mysterious depth of power that was as limitless as the stormy skies, Salamence's was the ever-expanding might of a conqueror. The power was familiar, but he felt the rodent was far more impressive.

Competitive wrath surged through his veins and his mind and body began moving with a ferocity that rarely appeared within him. His claws began glowing with draconic energy as he retaliated to the dragon's aggression.

He recalled all of Red's training as he met the dragon.

Power reacted with power. It was like two mighty warriors barring their swords and armor for a duel that would shake the world. Gabite certainly felt that as he weaved, blocked, and attacked through all of Salamence's stoic offense.

Gabite knew he had a long way to go. He could feel his strength waning against the overwhelming power whenever he met the Salamence head-on. Torrents of flames erupted from their jaws, draconic energy clashed with draconic energy, and their claws were tested on thick hides.

You're nothing compared to what I've fought.

Gabite's claws ripped through Salamence's flesh, Dragon Claws furiously clawing through the enduring beast. He could feel the Salamence's body reverberate with shock when he realized that his younger opponent wounded him. Gabite gazed defiantly back at his foe, signaling his will, his intent to break the dragon. Salamance flew upward, that annoyingly stoic demeanor cracking.

The Salamence swooped down with another Dragon Rush.

I've faced faster.

Like slow-motion, Gabite swerved out of the way, using his momentum to propel himself right in Salamence's face once the rushing dragon slowed. The bigger dragon had no time to react as he was confronted once more by the ground-type.

I've faced stronger.

It was a surreal battle for those who watched. Drake's fans knew the power of that Salamence. It was one of his mightiest Pokemon. Some could even say it was his signature dragon, the one that everyone looked forward to watching and cheering on.

Yet this Gabite was fighting it on even footing.

The battlefield broke before the two's charge. The thrashing beasts collided once more in a show of brilliant draconic energy. Wrathful heat showered the stadium. Salamence, the towering dragon that dominated Hoenn's skies battled the ground-shaking Gabite who called Sinnoh's earth his home. Two dragons of opposite nature refused to back down. It was a battle of legendary proportions.

Gabite didn't care about that.

He wanted to win.

He wanted to win for himself. He wanted to prove to his trainer that his hard work paid off. He wanted to yell out to the world that Red was the greatest, to be by his side when it happened, and to prove that this runt of a dragon could do the job just as fine as any.

Smack!

Gabite roared as he endured the crushing presence of Salamence's combined assault of Dragon Rush and Zen Headbutt. Claws grappled onto Salamence's head, forcing his legs to hold strong as he was pushed onto the edge of the stadium. When his back hit the wall, the Salamence's pressure only strengthened.

He was going to lose here.

The Salamence pushed even harder, burying him deeper into the wall.

He was going to lose.

He was going t-

Gabite, don't lose yourself.

At that moment, Salamence's image was superimposed with Pikachu's overwhelming shadow and then all he saw was white.

XXX

The world was silent. The stadium's crowd held their breath as smoke and debris covered the corner of the wall in which the two dragons danced. Drake watched it all without a word. Throughout the battle, he was given multiple surprises. It wasn't looking good for his old heart.

He battled many trainers. He'd seen their Pokemon. Most of them were well-trained, a lot of them bringing excitable energy to the arena. From excitement to resignation to seriousness, he fought and protected the defending champion from waves of opponents.

In all his years, he was never as speechless as he was now.

His Salamence was thrown to the ground, his normally indifferent dragon struggling to stand up from the bruises and wounds that littered its once impervious body.

Stomp.

The world began shaking as the smoke cleared.

Stomp.

Like a king, the sky's ruling dragon gave out an expression of a once-forgotten rage.

Like an executioner, the earth-shaking foe swung down with the force of a mountain.

When Salamence fell, the crowd didn't cheer.

They were too stunned.

For where Gabite once roared, a Garchomp bellowed.

XXX

"Do you have everything?" Cynthia clasped her hands as they began packing everything for their journey.

Red nodded slowly, the Pikachu jumping onto his shoulder and rubbings his electric cheeks affectionally against his trainer's. Cynthia smiled at their display of affection. Red turned to her. "How about you, Cynthia?"

"I got all I need," Cynthia responded.

Red's challenge against the Elite Four was as electric as she thought it'd be.

He couldn't defeat the first of the four but he was close. Taking out five of Drake's six Pokemon was an excellent showing and she knew that her rival would only grow stronger from there. When Garchomp bulldozed his way into Drake's ranks, she wasn't the only one to scream in awe and jubilation. His newly awakened dragon quickly became a fan favorite of the crowd as he challenged and defeated Salamence and then proceeded to end Drake's fifth Pokemon in a draw that got the crowd wild.

Speaking of that Garchomp, she gave a mischievous look when she saw her dragon-type mingling with Red's.

The male Garchomp seemed to have no idea how to handle the constant attention, his face expressing confusion and a desperate look for help. Red's Hoenn team didn't deign to respond to his pleas for aid and instead were content to watch the show before them. Cynthia's team was among the group spectating it with merriment.

"Young love," Red breathed a huff of amusement.

Cynthia rolled her eyes, "That's a bit hypocritical to say, Red. We're young too."

"Doesn't make it any less true," Red responded, giving a brief smile as he watched the dragons, "I'm happy for them."

"Something tells me you've had a hand in this," Cynthia grinned, "A few months ago, she would hardly look at him in the eyes. Now she's a constant presence at his side."

Red blinked, smiling slightly, "Not sure what you're talking about."

"Sure, Red."

He laughed, "Well, are we ready to head to Johto?"

"Nope!"

She spritely jumped in front of him, holding her arms behind her as she smiled with mischief. He looked absolutely baffled by the sudden change in atmosphere. Even their Pokemon stopped their actions and started joining their trainers. Red gave a suspicious look when Pikachu jumped towards Cynthia's shoulders.

He sucked in his breath when Cynthia took out a nicely wrapped present from her bag.

"Honestly, Red," Cynthia had a genuine smile plastered on her face as she offered the gift, "You tease a girl about forgetting her own birthday when you just did the same."

Red was silent before grinning, "I guess I deserve that."

"You dummy." She forced the present onto his hands. "Happy fourteenth birthday, Red."

He looked down on his gift and Cynthia once more witnessed the confident and normally indifferent trainer's demeanor crack. Her spirit tingled as his eyes roved over the finely wrapped silk of the box. No words were spoken between them, but as his fingers delicately thumbed through the surface, she couldn't help but shiver when he gave her what she would consider the purest form of gratitude from him for many years.

He smiled. A genuine one. It was a small thing. It wasn't a loud declaration of his contentment, but it was real. There was no teasing, no tricks, or anything of that nature. She got to see a bit more of him, witnessing the rare behavior that not many could claim to know.

"Thank you, Cynthia."

She would forever treasure this moment, she knew.

XXX

I hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 4 Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

The roar of the crowd was deafening.

Ash took out his last pokeball. Amber eyes burned with determination. This was it. He was almost there. In front of him was his opponent, his final obstacle before he could become a Pokemon master. His lips widened, defiant and dignified. He sent his only ally left into battle. This was the deciding bout and he wouldn't falter where others failed. The Dragonite was a veritable foe, but he knew he could beat it.

"Come on out, Charizard!"

Red hot flames erupted out of the starter's jaws. Plumes of smoke and fire heated the battlefield, its war cries signaling to the entire world that it was here! The fire-type flapped its great wings. Dust and sand billowed under every gust of its draconic pinions. The Dragonite roared in kind, instinctively growling at the growing threat the monster represented.

Ash pointed at the dragon and the battle began in earnest.

The fight took to the skies and the crowd cheered as the air was filled with smoke, fire, and explosions.

It was a dance between two of the sky's most terrifying predators. Dragon Claws met with Dragon Claws. Flamethrower slammed into Hurricane. The beasts were evenly matched. That didn't deter him. He called out to his Pokemon, a command already at the tip of his tongue.

"Dragon Claw!"

"Thunder Punch, Dragonite!"

BOOOO-

A six-year-old Ash Ketchum fell off his bed.

"Wai-what?" He blearily looked around himself before seeing the broken alarm clock. He yelped when he saw the time.

Uh oh!

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"Mom," he jumped out of his room, his head frazzled as he hastily brushed his teeth and grabbed his bag, "I'll be heading off to Professor Oak's Pokemon summer camp now! Bye!"

He heard his mother laugh at his eager and enthusiastic cry. His body was jampacked with visible exhilaration. This was a good opportunity to meet plenty of Pokemon and make new friends! It was going to be great! His mother's response was clear with amusement, "Are you forgetting something, Ash?"

The boy was ready to burst through their house door before pausing and looking at his mom with confusion. He put his fingers under his chin and gave it some deep thought. Toothbrush? Got it. His clothes? Got it. Underwear? Got it. Handkerchief? Got it. He hummed before shaking his head. "Got everything, mom!"

She sighed in feigned exasperation, walking towards him and holding his cheeks. "You forgot to kiss your mother goodbye!"

"Oh," Ash blinked before grinning and giving his mom a quick peck on the cheeks, "Bye mom!"

"Have fun, dear!"

"Thanks, mom!" He ran out of the door, head held high and his future bright. He raised his fist, his ever-present smile still on his face. "Professor Oak's Pokemon summer camp, here I come!"

While his journey to become a Pokemon master wouldn't start for another four years, that did not mean he couldn't enjoy what life still had to offer! He could feel it! This was the start of his legacy to become the best! He grabbed his stuff and with a jump in his steps, began his way towards his destination. The world wouldn't know what hit it once he began his Pokemon journey!

Here I come, world, Ash Ketchum's first step!

Unless, of course, he slept late and missed the Pokemon summer camp.

In the distance, Pidgeys flew off when a loud, sorrowful 'No!' reverberated across Pallet Town.

XXX

You win some, you lose some and Ash was not one to be down for long!

He shook with excitement, pajamas on and a stuffed pokeball in his hands.

"I cannot believe it, folks! Gabite has just evolved into Garchomp!"

His eyes widened, grin present and body quaking. Gary was beside him, watching it with equal amazement. The two were in the Ketchum household, late at night watching a recording of the Ever Grande Conference for perhaps the tenth time in a row. Ash wasn't sure. He lost count. Then again, he wasn't the best at counting. Well, it didn't matter to the six-year-old. He puffed his chest and pointed at the television screen.

"And Drake's fifth Pokemon is Altaria! Another dragon of the skies is here to challenge the ground-breaking Garchomp!"

"Dragon Claw!" Ash cried out with jubilation, saying it exactly when the trainer with a Pikachu did.

It was a unique spectacle to behold and Ash wouldn't ever tire from seeing it. It was probably one of the best battles he had seen ever! That wasn't saying much considering he's six years old, but even Gary was impressed and if Gary was impressed then that means it was impressive!

That's just how it works!

The TV echoed a mind-numbing explosion. All they saw was smoke as the two dragons collided. The newly evolved Pokemon was crushing through its opposition, its immense bulk and power pressuring the Altaria. When he first saw it in action, he couldn't help but scream his support for the dragon. He got chastised by his mom for that, but it was worth it. Eventually, one of the two beasts had to succumb. Ash already knew the outcome.

"I-It's a draw, Garchomp and Altaria are unable to battle! The winner is Drake of the Elite Four!"

Even though he's seen it so many times, the results were always a letdown. He groaned and fell on his back. Gary laughed.

"Garchomp had to fight one more Pokemon after beating Salamence and Altaria, Ash," Gary smirked, "There was no way he could have won that."

"I know, but I had hope." Ash moaned pitifully, throwing his stuffed pokeball at his friend. The grandson of Oak easily deflected the projectile before turning his head back to the television. Red, the trainer that the two of them had watched with open admiration, took his loss gracefully and shook hands with the experienced Elite Four. He was so young yet so powerful.

Why is he so strong?

Ash had no idea, but he wanted to be like that too.

"Well, maybe next time." Gary shrugged. "He's pretty okay for a trainer."

"You're still mad that he defeated your idol, Lance," Ash rolled his eyes, laughing vibrantly when Gary gave a childish glare his way. When they went through a lot of old recordings of battles in Pokemon TV, that one popped up often. They cheered for different trainers, which obviously led to some tension. The results were clear though and Ash would never let his friend forget.

Gary grumbled to himself while Ash looked at the trainer on the screen.

Like so many trainers of the past, present, and future, Ash had a dream.

To be the best, like no one ever was.

When Red gave a wink at the camera before leaving to continue his journey to who knows where he felt an odd connection to the boy. This was someone that was living the dream. He faced powerful opponents, garnered his own rivals, and explored the world as a renowned battler. While the six-year-old boy watched him go, he thought about his own future, his own journey.

"Red Satoshi is quite a graceful fighter, huh Rob?"

"The Prince of Celestic truly is one of a kind, John!"

He was inspired.

XXX

Second time's the charm! Ash kicked the door of his room, bag in hand, a resolute - for a child - expression on his face, his hands holding his alarm clock like a triumphant warrior. Okay, this time! This was the time, for sure! He didn't break his alarm clock, he had his stuff already prepared, he definitely brought his underwear, and he made sure he woke up just in time!

Pokemon summer camp attempt #2!

"Ash," Mom admonished, hearing the child's bombastic exit. He winced and gave his mother an apologetic grin. Ah, perhaps that was too loud? He couldn't help it though. He missed the first summer camp. He was definitely not going to miss the second one!

"Sorry mom," Ash grinned good-naturedly, his hands scratching the back of his head, "Just excited!"

She sighed in amusement. Mr. Mime shared the same expression. "Just be sure to come home safely, alright?"

He gave a giant thumbs up. "Don't worry, mom," Ash grinned, "I'm sure Professor Oak will take care of me. He's pretty awesome!"

Delia laughed before giving her son a kiss on the cheeks. "He is pretty awesome, isn't he?"

He nodded and gave his mom a hug. "I'll tell you all about it once I get home. There's going to be so many Pokemon!" He was visibly shaking with zeal. Admittedly, he knew almost none of them, but that was what made it so exciting! Mom looked amused at his expense before rubbing his coal-black hair affectionately.

"I'll be looking forward to it, Ash."

"I'll see you later!"

"Bye, dear."

He opened the door with enthusiasm. Okay, take two! He grinned, fists raised. "Pokemon summer camp!" His eyes were wide with energy. "Here I come!" With a great leap, he began his journey. As swift as his young legs could take him, he ran where he was supposed to meet Professor Oak. He'd definitely make it in time! Youthful energy don't fail him now!

Flop.

He definitely didn't trip along the way.

"Ash, my boy!" Oak greeted jovially, watching the child reach his lab. "It's nice to see you finally in time."

"Sorry about that, professor," Ash chuckled. "I learned my lesson. It won't happen again."

"I certainly hope so," Oak smiled, "Ready to go?"

"More than ready, professor!"

Oak laughed, guiding Ash towards the vehicle that would take them to the camp. He spoke to the professor, chatting to the elder with great familiarity. He could already see Gary waiting for them, his constantly smug friend waving from a distance. At least he'd have someone he already knew there even if it was Gary Oak. He waved back at Oak's grandson.

Time to become a Pokemon master!

XXX

There was a time and place for everything. A fourteen-year-old Lance knew that. There were times to be mad, there were times to be sad, there were times to be sour, and there were times to be serious.

There were also times to be exasperated.

"Lance," Clair whispered, pulling his cheeks as he tried his hardest not to strangle his cousin, "that's a Garchomp."

They were in the thick underbrush of Violet City, beginning their journey through the Johto region. In most cases, he would journey alone and he was planning to do so. Lance, however, was always willing to try new things. When he heard that his cousin wanted to join in his journey through Johto, he had no reason to complain. They both were training to be dragon masters and they were of relatively equal strength. It would be a good way to grow.

Clair could be a little competitive at times. Lance had to discover this first hand. She was like the dragons they trained, always comparing her power to others. It was even more pronounced when her cousin was involved. They were training to be the best and in her eyes, he was competition.

Their first trip was rocky, he would reluctantly admit. The moment she joined him, she asked for a battle. Lance had no reason to refuse. He was more than willing to fight strong opponents. He was surprised when the fight ended in a draw but wasn't too bothered about it.

Clair very much was.

When they reached Violet City, Clair stomped toward the forests to get some training. Not wanting to suffer the wrath of the clan if Clair got hurt, he decided to follow her.

That was when their current predicament settled in. They were hiding behind several trees and bushes, watching a fully grown Garchomp rest near a lake. Clair was visibly excited by it. She had never seen an actual Garchomp before. Lance was in the same boat. He'd seen Gible and Gabite, but never had he seen the final evolution in person. They were relatively rare in Kanto and Johto.

It was obvious that Clair was going to capture that thing.

"You know how difficult it is to tame one of those dragons in the wild," Lance warned, "I'm not sure you'll be able to catch it."

"There's only one way to find out, Lance," Clair smiled as she took out a pokeball. Oh, dear. Lance knew that look. He wouldn't be able to convince her otherwise. "I've always wanted a Garchomp."

He crossed his arms as he watched Clair bravely confront the massive ground dragon. He'd give Clair one thing she had over him. When it came to dragon knowledge, she was second to none. Her experience and insight were what made Lance readily agree to travel with her in the first place.

"Roar, Dragonite!"

The Garchomp had one second to look at the beast before it was assaulted by an incoming Hurricane. The resulting battle scared away the local Pokemon and he had to sigh in exasperation as the two territorial dragons started duking it out. Clair's Dragonite was well-trained. It was equal to his, but it was obvious that this Garchomp was just as strong.

That didn't surprise him. He heard of Sinnoh's evolutionary line of dragons.

What did surprise him was the fact a second Garchomp came charging in and tag-teamed the Dragonite, pummeling the poor beast into the dirt. Clair yelped in astonishment at the fact another of these supposedly rare dragons was nearby. He was fine with a fair fight, but his cousin was clearly outnumbered. Lance quickly grabbed his pokeball and called out his own Dragonite.

What was supposed to be a normal scuffle turned into a full-blown skirmish as two Dragonites danced with two Garchomps.

Ridiculous.

This was already starting to be the highlight of his journey in Johto, and he just started!

That was before a whole crowd of other Pokemon came out of the woodworks. He had to rub his eyes multiple times when a Lucario, Spiritomb, Glaceon, Togekiss, and Milotic joined and the skirmish became a free-for-all. This chaotic mess only surged Clair even more and she called upon all of her Pokemon. Lance was tempted to participate in this fight but backed off.

Sorry cousin, but this is your mess, Lance was ready to just spectate this mosh pit of animalistic combat when an angry blonde girl came into view and started yelling at Clair. Of course, his cousin wasn't going to take that lying down and with her competitive nature, argued back. Both sides' Pokemons paused, content to let their trainers carry the fight with words instead of claws, tails, and fists.

"Who do you think you are to interrupt my battle?"

"Excuse me? What kind of trainer decides to battle another trainer's Garchomp without permission?"

"Well, you shoul-"

Lance took a deep breath, joining the two before any more fights broke out.

"Ladies, let's all settle do-"

"Butt out of this, Lance!"

"This isn't your business either!"

Lance slumped. Today just wasn't his day.

XXX

"So that Garchomp was your friend's?" Clair gave a meaningful look at the resting dragon-type. It was having its injuries treated by the blonde.

The opposing girl slowly nodded, spraying the potion on the male Garchomp. The female counterpart was glaring daggers at Clair's Dragonite who easily reciprocated with a growl of its own. Lance grew wary at the growing tension but said nothing. "He let out his Pokemon to relax with mine."

"I don't see him anywhere," Clair looked around. They were sitting by where the girl set up camp, a nice flat plain in which their Pokemon were let out to roam freely, "And I don't see any other Pokemon except your own."

Now that Lance thought about it, Clair was right. When he glanced at the field, all he saw were the two ground dragons and the five others that were obviously the girl's.

She was quick to answer though. "He has a habit of catching a new team whenever he heads to a new region. He only brought his Garchomp due to the dragon's request and his Pikachu." The girl took out some food for her Pokemon and allowed them to eat. "He spotted a Heracross this morning and has been out trying to capture it for a while now."

That made sense. Lance nodded in understanding.

After some deliberation, Clair also conceded. She slumped in disappointment, "I guess finding a wild Garchomp around here was farfetched." He inwardly agreed. It was pretty suspicious. The blonde laughed good-naturedly and he had to sigh in relief when she didn't take offense. At least the girl forgave their mistake.

"I'm Lance," he offered a handshake which she took. "Right next to me is my cousin, Clair. Sorry about the mess, she's really enthusiastic about dragon-types and got a little ahead of herself when she saw one."

"Hey!"

The girl smiled in amusement, "It's fine. I'm Cynthia."

He grinned, "Are you here for the Zephyr badge as well?"

She shook her head. "I was actually exploring a bit of Johto before I challenge the Battle Frontier. My friend's the one challenging the league."

Clair hummed in understanding. "I've heard of it. It's definitely better to get some extra training in before you tackle it. The Frontier Brains are quite powerful."

Cynthia nodded in understanding though Lance figured she already knew, "My friend wanted to check out a few places and Violet City was one of them."

"Johto is very pretty," Clair puffed her chest in pride, "It's understandable that you would want to see the sights." She glanced at the two dragons again, clearly still enraptured by the sight of the Garchomps. Lance wouldn't lie. He snuck a glance once or twice as well. It was rare to see such finely raised ones.

The two started conversing. Like the dragon specialist that she was, Clair began asking and prodding the other trainer about the two ground-types nearby. After learning of her journey to be the best dragon master in the Pokemon world, Cynthia was more relaxed in answering them.

Lance kept to himself as they chatted until familiar black hair met the corner of his eyes. He grinned when he saw the familiar yellow fur of Pikachu. A sense of deja vu overcame him for a moment at the sight. How could he forget that electric rat? It gave him all sorts of trouble during the league.

"Red?"

"Lance?"

The girls paused as they watched the newcomer enter the camp. Cynthia smiled brightly at his entrance. So this was the friend she talked about. What a small world! He was about to greet his old friend and rival when Clair pointed at him, his smile turning into confusion when her dragon-loving cousin gasped.

"It's you!" Clair had a look of intense excitement on her face, "You're the one who almost beat the Hoenn Dragon Master, Drake of the Elite Four!"

Red looked out of his element, but slowly nodded, "Yes, that would be me."

"And this is your Garchomp?"

"Yes."

"The same one that fought Drake's Salamence and Altaria?"

Red answered with a slower and more deliberate, "Yes."

She turned her head towards the Garchomp with a reverent expression. Red glanced at Lance with confusion. He shrugged. He had no idea what goes on in his cousin's head sometimes. He was about to speak again until she was right in his old friend's face, asking even more inquiries than before. Lance was barely able to process her words, but he knew that the girl was starting to ask some obscure draconic questions.

Red blanched for a moment but began answering her questions slowly. He had to applaud his rival for somehow understanding her cousin when she goes into one of her talks. Even Lance would struggle, and he grew up with her!

"Is she always like this?" He turned his head towards Cynthia who was watching the scene with some amusement.

He shook his head, "She's normally more level-headed. I suppose the new experience has made her excitable."

Cynthia could only nod as they slowly began relaxing around one another. Lance and Red were able to catch up again, comparing their own adventures. Lance marveled at Red's steady progress. Already at the level to face an Elite Four? Lance inwardly smiled. Perhaps he needed to get some extra training in. It would look bad as one of his fellow rivals if he couldn't match Red's achievements.

He should tell Bruno too. There was no doubt that his fighting-type rival would be more eager to learn that Red was exploring the same region as them.

When they had to leave, Clair was quick to join Lance's side.

"You didn't tell me you knew Red."

Lance smirked, "You didn't ask."

She scoffed. There was a comfortable silence between them before Clair suddenly asked, "Is he trying to be a dragon master as well?"

He gave her a confused look, "No, I've seen him use a myriad of Pokemon during the Indigo League. The closest thing to a dragon when I fought him was Charizard." Despite not being a dragon, it certainly had the ferocity of one when it defeated him during the conference. He almost shivered when he recalled the Charmeleon suddenly bursting into bright light.

"Odd," Clair hummed in thought, "He was able to answer all my questions. Some of them were very advanced dragon knowledge. He must know a lot."

Lance nodded as they continued their trek through the forest. Red always did seem to know more than he let on, didn't he? When he first met him during his stay in the S.S. Anne, he was just as insightful. "I wouldn't expect anything less from my rival."

Their journey was a quiet affair, but Lance had a feeling that Clair was still curious about his worthwhile friend.

XXX

Ash had always been a very energetic child. He wouldn't deny it. He would gladly accept it, in fact. Ash was someone that would pursue whatever he was interested in with everything he had and more. If he wanted to be the best, he would do his best! If he wanted to be a Pokemon master, he would become a Pokemon master! When it came to the things he wanted, he would do everything he could to achieve them.

Such youthful passion was admired by those his elder. Oak and mom always encouraged it. Mr. Mime never failed to praise his goals. Some could say he was living his youth to the fullest.

He didn't have a lot of friends though.

That was one thing that always stuck, but it never really bothered him. Sure, everyone was more enamored with the professor's grandson, Gary Oak, but he had his mom, he had the professor, he had Mr. Mime, and once he grew older, he'd have Pokemon companions too!

There was always a niggling desire in his mind to make more friends. He thought the Pokemon summer camp would be that ticket, that gateway to it.

And he was right!

He was right in ways that were beyond his imagination. His feet landed on the crunching sound of grass, his nose taking in all the scents around him. The Pokemon summer camp so far was filled with activity. Oak introduced plenty of Pokemon to the youths and peers around his age. He got to meet a large assortment of them. He wasn't exactly sure what some of them were called - he wasn't exactly the brightest, but it only surged his desire to become a Pokemon trainer.

Four years could not come soon enough.

"Look," Ash dragged his newest friend to the closest screen. "I heard that she's battling right now! We got to check it out!"

His new friend in question gave a shy smile at his enthusiasm. The girl with a straw hat didn't seem to mind his forceful methods, but he did slow down to not hurt her. He supported her when she was bruised while searching for a Poliwag. He didn't want to make it worse.

"What are we watching, Ash?"

"You'll see! It's awesome!"

He reached the closest computer and quickly set it to the channel he wanted. Gary was there, perking up when he saw the duo. It seemed Oak's grandson had the same idea and decided to join them.

"Check it out!" Ash grinned, nudging Serena softly. The screen blipped to life and a blonde trainer's Milotic rained down a torrent of ice at her foe. The battle was fluid and chaotic, the blonde's water-type facing an opponent's Bronzong and matching it measure for measure.

Gary's smile widened in recognition, "It's the girl with the crazy Garchomp!"

"Garchomp?" Serena tilted her head in confusion.

As Gary puffed his chest in pride explaining to the new girl all about the powerful ground-type, Ash watched the battle with an observant eye, his mind absorbing everything happening. Transforming the field into ice and using it for your Pokemon's advantage? Amazing! Skating through the battlefield? It must be for speed! He never knew there was so much complexity in Pokemon battling. It was making his head dizzy just thinking about it.

"She's probably one of the best trainers. Might be even better than Lance," Gary boasted with his usual arrogance. Serena seemed to look at the blonde trainer on the screen with the same reverence Ash had. It only made sense, of course! The owner of Garchomp was pretty awesome!

The three observed the ongoing battle, cheering on the challenger and her fantastical allies. Ash grinned when he saw Serena's eyes sparkle at the beautiful Pokemon being displayed. Powerful and elegant, she ran circles around her opponent. This trainer had a certain appeal to all who watch her. She radiated confidence, her every action tactical and in control. He wondered just what did she do to have such skill.

Would he ever reach that level?

Ash's grin widened at the thought.

Four years could not come soon enough, indeed!

XXX

Cynthia always had an interest in history. The world of Pokemon was a place filled with lost knowledge and she wouldn't deny having some passion for the subject. While her goals laid elsewhere, she shared her family's enthusiasm for the ancient myths and legends that called Sinnoh their home.

As she traveled, explored, and experienced the Pokemon world, she grew to have a healthy appreciation for the subject. The things she saw, the places she'd been, and the mysteries that plague the world were all a sense of temptation for her young mind. She could understand her grandmother's dedication. Her expertise in history and the legends that make up the Pokemon world was admired by many, granddaughter included.

When she told Red, he perked up and offered to take her to places of note that may fascinate her. Intrigued, she easily accepted her rival's offer and their journey through Johto was filled with unique discoveries. How Red knew all of these locations bewildered her, but after all the years of learning from him, she knew to trust his wisdom.

He took her everywhere. Like a seasoned explorer, he guided her through the rural fields of Johto.

This was no different.

They stood in front of a shrine. It was a small thing, with overgrown flora and vines attached to its stone and wood, a small roof on top while surrounded by tall grass. She looked at it with curiosity, turning her head towards Red.

Her rival gave a serene smile as he stared at the shrine. It fascinated Cynthia to see her rival so relaxed here.

"This is the Ilex forest shrine," Red recalled, "This forest and this shrine are usually associated with Celebi."

Cynthia looked at the small construct with wonder. She knew that Pokemon. While not something that was considered a Sinnoh species, it is a Pokemon that was exceedingly noteworthy. To think she could see a shrine for Celebi during her trip through Johto!

"You always know how to surprise me, Red." She smiled as she basked in the natural atmosphere. "I really should be asking how you know all these places."

"I've been to Johto a few times." His eyes softened when he touched the shrine. It was rare to see such an expression on his face, but she wouldn't lie when she said she liked it. It suited him. Why did he never sport it more often? It made him look nicer.

"Before you moved into Celestic Town?"

He nodded, "Plenty of fond memories."

She supposed it made sense. If Kanto was his original home, Johto was close enough that she could envision him visiting it once in a while. She moved closer, taking comfort in Red's presence as they admired the small shrine. The forest had an ethereal quality to it and as the refreshing breeze held her long hair aloft, she could understand how her rival felt so serene here.

When she watched him bask in its tranquility, her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to his, equally captivated by her rival's emotions that were freely displayed. Happiness, sorrow, wistfulness, and acceptance swirled in those eyes.

It was such a complicated mash of emotions, it was almost spellbinding. Whatever memory he was reminiscing must have been a conflicting one. He turned his eyes towards her and she swiftly looked away. She stepped back and cleared her throat.

"You ready to head back?"

Red smiled briefly, giving one long look back at the stone and wooden creation before nodding, "Yeah. Let's go."

Cynthia grabbed his hands and dragged him off, content to watch him chuckle at her eagerness. "Honestly, Red, with the way you've looked at that shrine, some would think you've seen Celebi itself."

Red laughed quietly, "That would be quite the tale, wouldn't it?"

The way he said those words hinted at a more hidden meaning, but for the life of her, she couldn't tell what.

XXX

"Like a rising star, Cynthia of Celestic Town has just defeated Palmer of the Battle Tower!"

"She just can't be stopped, Rob!"

"Couldn't agree more, John, couldn't agree more!"

Ash jumped up and down his bed, loose clothing garbed on his person as he watched the live duel through the screen in his room. Serena was there with him, his newest friend visiting for a playdate.

The summer camp might be over, but the bonds he forged were made of firmer stuff.

His hands were clutching a fake pokeball, moving through the motions Cynthia did, declaring the same words, and calling out the same Pokemon, enraptured by the style and battling techniques the girl displayed. "So cool."

Serena nodded in agreement, her eyes wide at the great power that came forth whenever the blonde confidently battled. She giggled when he tried to mimic the female trainer. He laughed along, having too much fun with the scene.

Ash knew that she wasn't exactly the biggest fan of Pokemon battles, but the girl still held a sense of fascination whenever Cynthia was on screen. She would sometimes yell with him and she would cheer whenever Cynthia defeated a Pokemon.

The boy smiled at his friend's enjoyment. He always liked seeing others just as happy as he was.

He turned back to the screen.

There was no other way to describe the feeling in his chest when he saw the battles Cynthia, Red, and others displayed in those bouts. Those kids were on a whole other level, gracing the screen with an energy that enchanted him. Wallace's graceful performances, Lance's colossal presence, Steven's unflinching will, and Cynthia's exceptional power all held something unique.

It made his blood pump. He wanted to do the same thing. He wanted to call out his Pokemon and do battle just like them. His mind wandered, already imagining all the adventures he'd be in.

When I become a Pokemon trainer, I will travel the world just like you!

"I can't wait," he murmured softly to himself.

"What's that, Ash?"

"Nothing, Serena," he grinned back, "I was just thinking of my own Pokemon adventure."

Serena giggled. "You still have a long way to go!"

Ash groaned at the reminder but perked up quickly. "Then I'll just prepare until then!"

"Shouldn't you already be doing that?" Serena questioned innocently. "Leaving on a journey is a big responsibility! It's not something you can just do!" She huffed. Ash scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. Oak always did say that. It just didn't occur to him. Despite it, she encouraged him all the same. "Still, I wish you all the luck."

"Thanks, Serena!" Ash grinned, "I'll wish you luck on your own journey too!"

The girl started at his words. "M-My own?"

He nodded inquisitively. "Of course! Aren't you going on your own Pokemon journey too?" Didn't everyone want to explore the world, catch unique Pokemon, battle with strong foes, and become the very best? Of course! There was no way his mind could comprehend otherwise!

"But I'm moving."

He winced. Oh yeah. That was a predicament, wasn't it? When she told him one day during a visit, at first, he was hurt. Their friendship started this year and they only had the rest of the year to foster it. It was painful for a child with so few amount of friends like him. His family tried his best, but it just wasn't the same. He clenched his fists.

That wouldn't stop him though!

"It doesn't change anything." He was resolute on this. Serena's eyes widened at his firm tone. He continued, "Even if we're cities apart, even if we're regions apart, we'll still be friends. Don't think of this as a goodbye, Serena. Think of this as a 'see you later!' Doesn't that sound much better?"

"It does," Serena agreed, taking comfort in Ash's energizing support.

"Then that's settled," Ash slammed his fist on his palm. "We'll go on a journey! We'll make friends, create new memories, and choose our own paths. Doesn't that sound fun?"

The girl was silent for a moment, watching Cynthia on the screen. No doubt thoughts were racing through her mind. Ash was a bit surprised that she didn't answer in confirmation instantly, but allowed her to ponder in silence. He jumped a bit when Serena eventually gave a firm nod.

She smiled, "Yeah, my own journey." She had a determined look on her face, but it really didn't suit her youthful face that well, "I would like that!"

"Then we should prepare together," Ash grinned, "I know this one book Professor Oak showed me when I visited his lab! It had pictures of a lot of Pokemon. We should check it out later."

Serena nodded enthusiastically. They talked a bit more, slowly learning more about each other as they planned out the rest of their year together. It was refreshing to have someone new to talk to. Gary was the only one his age willing to speak with him and he wasn't always the most enjoyable person to be around.

Serena was different. She could be a bit shy and be a bit overshadowed by the energy he radiated, but she was kind. She never called him weird or a loser. She gave him his support and for that action alone, she had his gratitude. She was different from the others and it was his duty as her friend to help her just as much as she was helping him!

XXX

Cynthia was still high in excitement as she relished her victory against her second Frontier Brain. She could see why trainers needed an impressive record in the league before challenging them. The battles were intense and each mistake could have been her last. She didn't know how she could have dealt with the challenge if she didn't train a year beforehand.

Another thing to thank Red for. She sat at the side of a battlefield behind a Pokemon Center. Her Pokemon were laying about, enjoying the fresh air, and resting their bodies from the intense training they did beforehand. Red was beside her, taking great care of his Noctowl, Heracross, and Johto starters. Their Garchomps were understandably together by the shade of a nearby tree.

With her conquering two battle facilities and Red usurping four gym badges, it was looking to be a quiet day.

"I can't believe my eyes!" Cynthia started when a rough, bombastic voice echoed throughout the field. She blinked, turning towards the source. A teenager with a muscular physique was marching his way toward her rival. "Red! It has been a while."

"Bruno," Red smiled, allowing him to get manhandled by the bigger teen. She watched the whole thing with befuddlement. "Still as strong as always."

"We never stop training," Bruno smirked before settling the boy down. "I saw your fights in the Ever Grande Conference. I was very impressed. Lorelei was too. It's a shame she's not here to meet you. She'd love to catch up."

"It has been a while," Red agreed, "What has she been up to lately?"

"Traversing the islands near Kanto, I heard!"

"Please send her my regards."

Bruno laughed, patting Red on the back. "Of course, though she'd feel much better if you got to see her in person."

Cynthia cleared her throat. It was obvious to her that this was one of the rivals he mentioned during his journey through Kanto. When the boy turned towards her, she gave a smile and offered her hand, "I take it you must be one of Red's rivals. I'm Cynthia!"

Bruno grinned and shook it roughly, the force of the shake almost sending her reeling. She thought her arms were about to be torn off! "And who's this, Red? Don't tell me, is sh-"

"My rival," Red was quick to interrupt Bruno, "My very first one."

Cynthia didn't like the knowing look Bruno gave them. "Well, they do say that you never forget your first."

She supposed that was true. Red really did give her a memorable first impression during their journey. She wouldn't be able to forget everything they'd been through together and she wouldn't trade their experience for the world. She nodded to the fit trainer. She looked at him with confusion when the boy laughed harder.

Red was less enthused, but carried on, "Traveling Johto now, Bruno?"

"I decided to take a page out of your book," Bruno grinned, "Wanted to travel a bit. Lance opted to do it too so I decided why not?" He shrugged but his expression quickly changed to a more challenging smirk. "But enough about that. It has been a while since we've fought, Red! How about it?"

Red huffed in feigned reluctance before nodding with a challenging smirk. "I won't say no to a Pokemon battle, Bruno."

"Good to see that you still have that fighting spirit I saw in Kanto," Bruno barked with a laugh, already heading to the stage with a pokeball thrown into the air, "I'm not the same boy all those years ago, Red! Battle on, Machamp!"

Red chuckled at his rival's antics, nodding towards the excited bug-type beside him. "Heracross."

She was content to watch them battle, her thoughts beginning to wander back to her Pokemon and all the people they'd met so far during their journey through Johto. Plenty of them seemed to know Red with Lance and Bruno easily being the most memorable of the batch they've encountered. They were strong, experienced trainers in their own right. It was good that Red had an ample amount of competition. It only made his performance in the Indigo League more admirable.

The thought of Red traversing leads to the thought of their eventual separation.

Back to traveling alone.

She frowned. The thought of leaving him ached, but she knew it was inevitable. She wanted to head back to Sinnoh. He wanted to go to Unova.

I want to travel with him.

Her hands clenched.

They'd adventured alone before. It was simply just going back to the norm, back to exploring the world of Pokemon. They would make new friends, obtain new Pokemon, forge new bonds, and challenge new rivals.

But it would be better with Red by her side, wouldn't it?

I'm feeling so stupid, Cynthia clapped her cheeks, shaking her head. Why was this so important to her? Red clearly didn't have the same problem. He was always looking at the horizon, searching for the next grand adventure. She should be the same. She had the same goals he did. She left Celestic Town to have her own journey. She wanted to grow as a person.

Then why was the thought of leaving him bothering her so much?

She sighed in exasperation.

Stupid Red. Why did he have to be such a good friend? Why was he always so attentive, always so kind? It didn't make sense!

"Superpower, Machamp! Let's show them your fighting spirit!"

"Brick Break."

The explosion rocked the battlefield. Lucario beside her was pumped up at the sight of the two fighting-types doing battle. She released a breath and shook the thoughts from before out of her mind. They still had time. She didn't need to worry about it. She still had three more battle facilities to go and he needed four more gym badges.

What happens once they're out of time?

She ignored that niggling thought.

XXX

As she traveled with him, she got to see not just his personal life, but the bonds he'd made along the way. She got to see his friends, his rivals, and the things he did on his journey. He would always include her whenever she was near and she would be grateful, partaking in newer experiences that only made her stronger, better, as both a person and trainer.

Red once commented that it was the journey, not the destination that impacted a trainer. She couldn't deny that. The people she met on her path to the top gave unique lessons.

Bruno was bombastic. They met him from time to time. His energy was contagious, his thrill of battle always sparking even Red's normally calm exterior. She enjoyed the atmosphere the fit trainer would bring and his fighting-types were always so spirited. It made her want to work hard and fight too! He taught her that bettering her body was just as important as refining her mind.

Lance was serious and cool, but he had the youthful energy of a battler. She knew the training dragon master always strived to be better and it was an admirable trait to have. She shared the same thing and had no doubt that he would become a great trainer in the future. He taught her to never have regrets, to always take an opportunity when she saw it.

She met others, of course.

There were people like Koga, a ninja-in-training with a solemn exterior that held insightful wisdom and a hidden depth of secrecy as expected of a shinobi. There was also Clair, the female dragon trainer forging her own unorthodox path to become the best, and some new ones that they'd recently encountered like Karen, the girl blazing forward to become a fine master of dark-types.

There were also some newer people she was not as enthused to meet.

Months passed by like the fleeting wind. Battles were waged, victories were won, defeats were analyzed, but she grew from it all the same.

When she stepped into the Battle Castle, her body and mind steeled for the inevitable battle, she was able to understand several things.

During her time, she grew to appreciate Red's expertise. She grew to appreciate his cooking, his company, his wisdom, and his Pokemon. She would never say otherwise. Cynthia was getting more comfortable around him. She got to learn so much! She would seldom say no whenever he joined her, but there were times when she didn't exactly appreciate several traits of his.

Red had grown as a trainer. She loved his work ethic. His growth made her work just as hard. Unfortunately, that growth did lead to attention.

"So you're Red," Caitlin was quick to join his side. The fourteen-year-old Frontier Brain had been eyeing her rival with something akin to affection and intrigue ever since they entered. Cynthia didn't like it one bit. "Celestic Town's prince."

Red nodded. Caitlin's eyes sparkled at his confirmation and Cynthia never wanted to push a girl off her rival like she wanted to now.

"I am Caitlin," she offered with a shy smile, "Princess of the Battle Castle. It's nice to meet you."

Don't be fooled, Red! She's a minx, a vixen! That pretty persona is nothing but lies!

She wanted to scream it out loud for her rival to hear, but she also had tact. This was the Frontier Brain. It'd be rude to say that no matter how much she wanted to.

"Are you here to challenge the Battle Castle?"

Those feminine wiles! That sweet voice and adorable look! Close your eyes, Red! That girl is nothing but trouble!

Call it a girl's intuition! She just wanted to look after her rival's well-being after all. Red was many things, but being perceptive of a girl's attention, he was not. Said boy blinked before shaking his head and pointing at Cynthia. The smile he wore did little to scare away the attentive lady. In fact, it only bolstered the girl's attention toward him! "I am afraid not. She's your challenger."

Caitlin pouted at his answer and gave a sigh of disappointment. "Darach," Caitlin waved for her butler, "Get over here and test our opponent."

The butler obeyed swiftly and was already speaking of the rules of engagement to Cynthia. She half-heartedly listened as she watched the princess drag Red to watch the battle by the stands instead of the traditional throne that she was supposed to sit in. The boy didn't seem that perturbed by the attention the girl was showering him with, answering all of the lady's questions with a polite smile.

Honestly, Red, you can be too nice, Cynthia thought, a menacing smile crawling up her face. The normally confident butler had to take a step back when he saw it. If I finish this quickly, the faster we can leave this place and challenge the final battle facility.

Her fingers began twitching towards the pokeball that held Garchomp.

XXX

"Hey Cynthia," the boy spoke up, walking alongside her, an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, Red?"

"Did you really have to destroy half of the castle in that battle?"

Cynthia held an impressive poker face, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Right," Red sighed, "And do I need to ask why you were so aggressive with Caitlin? She was nothing but nice to us."

"You're already on a first-name basis with her, huh?"

"What?"

She kept her silence.

XXX

"Where are we going, Ash?"

The boy in question gave a sneaky grin as he guided her through the meadows within Professor Oak's corral. The widespread amount of Pokemon let them through, already used to the presence of these two over the course of the year.

She was going to leave soon.

He didn't want her to go, but he knew there was nothing they could do to stop it. The only consolation was their promise to meet again. He grabbed her hand and lead her to one of the tallest hills.

The wind swept their hair, the cool breeze sending a beautiful gust their way. He enjoyed it for a moment before tugging Serena to their destination.

"Before you go," Ash spoke, "there's one view you should see. One more memory of Kanto. I promise that it'll be great!"

Serena giggled, "Alright, what view then?"

"It's usually by this time," Ash nodded, "Check it out!"

He waved his hands, exaggerating his hand as he presented the sight. The timing was perfect. It wasn't a well-thought-out plan, honestly. He just went with his gut, but he always visited this place, always enjoying the view that Oak showed him once.

On the highest hill of the ranch where a single tree grows, the professor took him here to watch the setting sun. The warm light that touched his face was as memorable as it could get for youth like him. He wanted to share it with Serena.

He heard the girl suck a breath at the sight. Her eyes sparkled and he couldn't help but cross his arms with pride.

"You may be leaving Kanto, but Kanto won't leave you," Ash spoke, recalling Professor Oak's own words when the older man talked about his own Pokemon journey. Leaving home had always been the toughest part of growing up. To explore the world meant to go to parts unknown.

That didn't mean that you were alone.

That's what friends are for, right? Ash nodded to himself. Your friends can make you laugh and cry. Your friends can make you worked up or relaxed. Your friends can be human or Pokemon. You aren't alone though. Even when you are, you're carrying them with you. Sometimes literally!

"Thank you, Ash." Serena's tone was filled with emotion, but gratitude was prevalent among all of them.

"On this hill, let's make a promise," Ash stared at Serena, a grin on his face, "that when we begin our Pokemon journey, we'll be there for each other, even if it's through calls or letters. Let's have a great time."

Serena clenched her fists but nodded. "I promise. I'll do my best to always keep in contact. I'll tell you all about Kalos!"

"Good!"

She giggled before nudging him lightly, "I just hope you don't forget it!"

Ash laughed, "If I do, you have my permission to hit me!"

"What kind of response was that?" Serena whined but smiled. When she turned back to watch the sunset, she couldn't help but point somewhere. "Hey, Ash."

"Yeah?"

"What's that Pokemon?"

He perked up and turned his head towards the source. His eyes widened at the large bird in the skies, its figure heading towards the sunset in all its magnificent glory. It sparkled like a rainbow, its great wings flapping with an elegance he had never seen in any other bird Pokemon he saw. Despite reading all about so many different types of Pokemon, he had no idea which one this was!

All he knew was that it was cool!

"I don't know!"

"You say that with such confidence!"

"Well, it looks pretty awesome."

Serena giggled but nodded. "It does."

The two watched it fly away, their heads filled with child-like fascination and awe.

XXX

Cynthia took a deep breath. The gusts of wind were ruining her long golden locks, but it didn't matter to her. They were at the top of the Bell Tower, a place rich with history and myth. She couldn't help but be attuned to the atmosphere here. She basked in it; enjoyed it, allowing her mind to release any stress and simply absorb the warmth.

Red knew that she enjoyed places of historical value. Was this what this was? The story of this land was old, the tale known to her due to the knowledge of her grandmother. Did he want to treat her with another experience like the one with the Celebi shrine? One final place after they conquered the gyms and frontier? She gave a soft laugh.

He joined her side, observing the setting light. The atmosphere beside them was pleasant and quiet as they appreciated the sights together. "Enjoying the view?"

Cynthia nodded, delighting in the cooling touch of air on her skin. "It's nice."

"I wanted to bring you here for several reasons," Red spoke with a light tone. "It's a great place to relax and I wanted a nice place for us to be together before we leave Johto."

She looked at him curiously. He always did have his motives. "Where is this going, Red?"

He walked past her, turning around, a content expression on his face. There was a breeze around them and her heart almost leaped through her chest when his shoes were close to the edge. She was about to call for him.

That was when it happened.

The breeze became strong gusts. Her eyes had a second to comprehend the gigantic bird that flew overhead, its entrance forcing their clothes to billow through the wind. She saw brilliant red feathers sparkle like rainbows and she had to gasp when she fully took in the Pokemon. A legendary existence that was so rare that many considered it nothing but a fairytale, or at the very least extinct. The phoenix before them was-

"Ho-Oh."

She swerved her head at Red. He grinned at her astonishment.

That astonishment changed to awe when one of its feathers descended down toward them. That awe morphed to disbelief when he took one of her hands and gently placed the feather onto her palm.

Did he know what he was doing? This thing is priceless! Her face was completely red as he nonchalantly gifted her something her grandma, no, any researcher would do anything to get.

"To remember our trip through Johto." His words made her heartbeat speed up. "A gift to commemorate our time here."

Cynthia held the feather tenderly. A myriad of questions swam in her mind. "Will you ever tell me how you seem to know these things?"

"One day." Red looked at the setting sun.

"I'll hold you to that, Red." She watched with him, holding the feather close to her chest. Her beating heart never calmed down until the next morning.

XXX

"Red sends out his first Pokemon! Oh my, is that Torterra!?"

"It seems he's bringing out his old guard, Rob! I remember when it was once a Grotle in the Lily of the Valley Conference!"

"Good times, John, good times. Now that Grotle we saw years ago is facing one of the region's Elite Four, Agatha!"

Ash gripped his fake pokeball, his eyes shining like stars. Gary and Serena were with him today. The Silver Conference was all they could talk about and for good reason. So many promising trainers were in it! Lance! Bruno! Red! How could they not want to watch it?

He whooped in joy when the battle began in earnest and Ash was quick to observe every movement that he could track. Crobat and Torterra battled like titans of their respective domains. Blitzing speed tested careful patience.

He took note of it all.

Every battle, every attack, every tactic, Ash was entranced by it. Torterra crashed into the ranks, never stopping, never faltering until its eventual defeat. Ghosts and poison-types made into a formidable blockade against Red's assault yet he threw everything he had to crush his foe.

With Torterra's fall, Lapras reinforced the battlefield with ice and sea. Once the water-type collapsed, Charizard came to bring havoc and destruction. At Charizard's defeat, the unflinching Swellow brought brutality to an otherwise fearless foe. When Swellow was crushed, Pikachu came to settle the score. Pikachu wrought chaos and panic into her forces, once more bringing ruin to the otherwise experienced team.

And when Pikachu was brought low, Garchomp came to match with the ghastly opponents.

Blow for blow, he'd never seen someone so young stand up to what Kanto and Johto considered one of their finest fighters for generations. Oak once told Ash that Agatha was one of the greatest trainers their region ever produced, easily keeping her spot in the Elite Four for years.

Red was matching her. It was humbling to watch. He was definitely one of the few of their generation that had the talent, slowly coming into their own and becoming the newest leaders of the Pokemon world.

"He's pretty good," Gary muttered.

"Changed your mind now, huh Gary?"

"Oh shut up, Ash!"

They laughed together as they watched the fight. Both challengers were down to their last Pokemon and some of their best were left standing. The foreigner brought forth a dragon of Sinnoh to match the native's Gengar in a fight between two regional warriors. It was a blast to see as two great combatants did everything they could to scrap a victory. Someone had to give though.

Ash roared with Red, his stuffed pokeball up in the air.

Draco Meteor clashed with Giga Impact.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

"Who won that, John?"

"I can't see anything, Rob!"

Gary leaned in, interest peaked. Serena watched with bated breath. The crowd's cries were so loud that they could be heard through the television.

"Gengar is unable to battle. The winner is Red Satoshi of Celestic Town!"

Later that night, Ash was grounded for waking up the neighbors.

XXX

Ash hugged Serena tightly. In the distance, their mothers watched them with forlorn expressions. Gary was with the two kids, though he knew not to interrupt them. He smirked but gave them space as they bade their farewells. That was all he could ask for from Oak's grandson. They separated from the close contact, the girl's eyes wet with tears.

"Chin up, Serena!" Ash grinned. "Remember what I said?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "This isn't goodbye. This is 'see you later.'"

"Don't worry about Ash, Serena," Gary had his arms thrown over his shoulders. "I'll keep him in line. Someone's got to keep his head on the ground."

He laughed and shoved Gary off him. "And someone's got to do the same to you too, Gary."

The boy scoffed, "Like you'd be able to catch up to me, Ketchum!"

Ash ignored him and turned back to Serena. This was her day, he shouldn't be fussing himself over Gary. "Keep that handkerchief. It's not much, but it's something to remember me by. Let's keep in touch as much as possible!"

"I'll write letters," Serena promised, "and I'll try and get my mom to contact yours as much as possible!"

"That's great!"

The two smiled, taking their sweet time until their departure. They made small talk and enjoyed one final conversation before her mother called to her and they had to finally leave. He gave a small nod, even when Gary nudged him and made a joking comment. He knew that his other friend just wanted to lighten the mood. He nudged back, waving at Serena once more as she joined her mother.

He was not worried. He'd see her again. They promised! Those are written in stone! You couldn't break them!

"Hey Ash, we're losing sunlight! Want to head to gramp's lab?"

"Yeah, let's go, Gary."

XXX

Cynthia hugged Red tightly.

This was it. The end of their journey as companions. No more birthdays together. No more battles together. No more funny quips or genuine advice. She wouldn't be able to take comfort by his side, see him every morning, or eat his cooking. She always knew that their journey together was temporary, but these two years felt so short.

Time flies when you were having fun.

It sucks!

"It's not like we're not ever going to see each other, Cynthia." Red gave her a soothing pat on the back, careful not to worsen her already sorrowful mood. "We'll still get to talk to each other. I'm sure we'll meet again."

"It's just not the same."

"I know," Red nodded but his lips quirked up, "but all good things must come to an end."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Yeah," Red agreed, "Do you still have that feather?"

Of course. She would never part with it while she lived! It was as much a mythical object as it was a gift from her worthwhile and longtime rival. To ever think of ruining or losing it was unthinkable in her mind. She nodded, "I do."

"Then chin up, Cynthia." He separated from her hug slowly, "We still got the rest of the world to explore and experience. We'll reunite again."

"I know," Cynthia smiled slightly before sighing. "I'll work hard until then. You've been doing way too well recently. I need to catch up."

"To be fair, Cynthia, I couldn't beat the second Elite Four."

"Top four in Sinnoh. Runner-up in Kanto. Victor of Johto and Hoenn," Cynthia listed, amused as Red winced at each result. "Defeated an Elite Four this year. Your growth is phenomenal, Red."

Red laughed ruefully, "There are other amazing trainers out there as well, Cynthia. You've met many of them. You are one of them." He patted her shoulder good-naturedly. "Top eight to runner-up in a single year? You were invited and won against the Johto Battle Frontier. They were some of the strongest trainers in the region if not the world. Don't sell yourself short."

"I won't." She shook her head. "I'll keep working hard," Cynthia watched Red nod at her words, "You helped me become what I am. I won't tarnish the work and training we did together. I'll become a champion. I'll win the league, beat the Elite Four, and become the best in Sinnoh."

"I'm looking forward to it."

She flushed at the honesty in his words before changing into a sterner expression. "Then I expect nothing less from you as well, Red. I won't accept anything less for a rival of a future champion!"

His laugh became more genuine. "I'll do my best to meet your expectations."

And she knew he would meet them. He was that kind of guy.

"You know, they say the top is a lonely place," Cynthia murmured, watching Red nod in agreement. She shook her head, "I disagree." Red was startled by her words and before he could respond, she continued, "After journeying with you, I don't think that saying is right. When I reach the top, you'll be there by my side and there will be others too. I don't think I'll be lonely."

Red was stunned by her words but gave it some rumination. "I haven't thought about it like that before."

"Then maybe you should," Cynthia smiled brightly, stepping back when she saw the boat for Sinnoh approaching. "See you later, Red."

Her rival smiled, waving farewell. "See you later, Cynthia."

Cynthia entered the ship.

XXX

I hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 5 Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

His hand touched his Pikachu's head as his foot landed on Unova's soil. The airport's bustling noise was filtered out of his ears as he took in the scents and sights.

How long has it been?

Red pondered the thought for a moment. Very long. His Pikachu broke his contemplation, forcing him to huff at the Pokemon's eagerness. Unova would always be a unique experience for them. The towns, the atmosphere, and the Pokemon were special, indigenous to this region alone. Unova held a special place in his heart.

He could say that for every region, honestly.

"Where should we go first, Pikachu?"

Hopefully, there wouldn't be any problems. Cynthia would make a commotion if he encountered any other criminal organization.

Best to avoid Team Plasma altogether.

XXX

To Cynthia, Sinnoh would always be home. She journeyed, caught, and trained here. There would never really be another experience like it.

"My dear," Carolina gave Cynthia a warm hug. "It has been so long since we've seen you in the flesh."

She returned the hug. Returning to Celestic Town after all these years felt like returning to a place she belonged. It was nice. "It's good to be back, grandma."

"We'll throw a big party," Carolina spoke, eagerness prominent. "The entire town would love to hear from you. Oh, the stories you can tell! Your sister is quite envious. She already decided to want to travel the world as well."

"It's a great experience," Cynthia admitted. "You get to learn so much."

"I agree," Carolina nodded, "which is why I encourage it." She grinned slyly. "It certainly did you and Red some good. You've become quite famous here in Celestic if not all of Sinnoh!"

She coughed, "We're not that great, grandma. We work hard. That's all."

"You can be too modest," Carolina pulled her cheeks. She pouted. "Don't sell yourself short, my dear! Not many can claim what you've done at such a young age."

"Except Red."

"Except him," Carolina agreed, "but he too comes from our small town. It's quite a miracle to see two so talented in one place. Why, soon enough, they may call Celestic the town of champions!"

"Grandma," Cynthia huffed. "We still got a long way to go before we can reach that level."

"I do not doubt that," she smiled, "Speaking of which, I do not see Red with you. Don't tell me, has he decided to continue his journey all over the world?"

"He's someone that doesn't like to stay in one place for long," Cynthia sighed good-naturedly. "He wanted to challenge Unova. I didn't have the heart to stop him."

"Honestly, that man." Carolina laughed. "You sure do know how to pick them, my dear."

"We're not like that, grandma!"

"For now. Once you grow a bit older, however..."

Cynthia flushed a deep red. They were simply good friends and rivals. They weren't whatever her grandmother was insinuating! She shook her head to banish the thoughts and continued, "I will be challenging Sinnoh again. I want to see how far I can go this time."

"You and Red are one and the same." Her grandmother sighed. Cynthia feigned a glare. "All work and no play. Have you ever thought of having a vacation? It has been five or so years, dear. You deserve a break."

She shook her head but gave her ancestor a reassuring smile. "I don't think I can do that. Not yet anyway. I have to become a champion. I promised Red. I won't let him down."

Carolina sighed, "I'm sure Red wouldn't mind if you took a break, Cynthia."

"I'm sure he would actually encourage it," Cynthia spoke with amusement, "but I'm also doing it for myself. I want this, grandmother. Sorry."

"Don't apologize," Carolina hugged her briefly, "I should have expected this. You're just like your mother. Being a fighter is in your blood. I am assuming that you'll be here for the welcoming party, however?"

"Of course."

"Thank Arceus you're willing to do that at least." Her grandmother laughed before guiding her into the rest of Celestic Town. "Your sister will be excited to meet you. Your parents as well. They're all very proud of everything you've done."

"It's good to be back."

"And whenever you do decide to take a vacation, I do know a friend in Alola..."

"Grandma!"

Her grandmother laughed.

XXX

Alder was always different when compared to the other champions. Unlike his peers, he was often one that slacked on his duties, leaving most of it to his Elite Four. He preferred the journey. The wanderlust never really left him. As a child, he pursued the path of strength. With his Pokemon, he endured all obstacles, conquered every challenge, and became known throughout all of Unova.

Soon enough, victories became more common, defeats became rarer, and when the League came to him to acknowledge his power, he was crowned champion.

It wasn't exactly a crown he wanted, but the title stuck and everyone in Unova had claimed him as the strongest in the region. Being the strongest came with a slew of responsibilities, however, and his journey wasn't as free as it once was.

Ha!

Like that would stop him!

While he no longer was on the path of conquest, the dream of a traveler kept him on his feet. He got to see so many interesting people; met so many promising youths, trainers, and challengers. He saw the potential of the new generation. They were getting stronger, wiser, and better. It was only a matter of time before he would be replaced.

He'd wait for them. The thought of the battles that would come was a salivating thought. He could already imagine it! The great power struggles! The mighty last stands! The colliding test of will! It would be a battle he would never forget and until that time came, he would relax and wander.

Oh, that didn't mean he was completely irresponsible. The rising irritation that was Team Plasma had been a thorn in Unova's side recently and he had been stopping their criminal activity whenever he encountered them. They'd been preaching to the region about their desires to liberate Pokemon from a trainer's control.

Alder had to shake his head at such nonsense. Yes, there were plenty of horrible trainers in the world, but to deprive everyone of the bonds between people and Pokemon was beyond illogical. The world wouldn't be the way it was without their special relationship with their Pokemon kin.

When he was given a tip that there may be Team Plasma activity happening within the Dreamyard, he decided to investigate. He wasn't one to let injustice go without doing something about it.

So as he marched through the thick forests and ruined facilities, he noticed several things.

Grunts were scattered all over, knocked out with their equally unconscious Pokemon. A quick scan showed they were breathing. He checked the surroundings next. He had been through the Dreamyard plenty of times. He knew it well.

It was trashed beyond reason. Scorch marks littered the ground with indented trees and shattered walls scattered around the old forest. A great battle took place here, one where immense power struck through like a force of nature. Nothing was spared.

Someone got to Team Plasma first.

It piqued his interest. Whoever did this was clearly strong enough to weather a large group of Plasma's minions and come out standing. It spoke of experience and a practical mindset.

After a few hours of searching, the only thing he would find was a group of safely protected Munna along with a researcher by the name of Fennel. A brief interrogation from the girl earned him a description of her savior; a 'black-haired trainer with a Pikachu on his shoulders.' He scratched his chin in contemplation. It wasn't anyone he knew, but the description was more than enough.

It wasn't every day a Pikachu wanders into the region of Unova, after all.

He took the girl back to Striaton City and continued on his way. While a trainer with a Pikachu was unique, he would write it off as a happy accident. Someone did his work and he was not one to scold a trainer for it. He had his own share of troubles when he was young.

And so the champion of Unova went on his merry way.

XXX

The second time he had heard of this unpredictable brat, he was just walking through Nacrene City.

Now Alder was not someone who was rarely surprised. Not anymore at least. He was an experienced man who journeyed through much of Unova in his life. He grew up here, was refined, and shaped into who he was today by the land that he called home. He had seen a lot of what his native region had to offer.

However, that did not mean that he was omniscient.

If only! Haha!

Once more, hearing about some activity from Team Plasma within Nacrene City, he was the first to intervene. The older man barged into the museum, ready to kick butt and take names. He saw the cracked glass, the downed employees, and the fallen grunts and was about to call out one of his Pokemon whe-

"Oh, Alder!" Lenora smiled, nodding to the champion. "Here to help clean up? How nice of you."

He lowered his pokeball at the sight of the relaxed gym leader. What? How? Where was the panic? The trouble? He cleared his throat. "Actually, Lenora, I came here to help stop the theft from Team Plasma. Heard a fossil was taken."

"Oh that," Lenora laughed good-naturedly. Now, he really was confused. "We've already dealt with the problem, sir. There's no need."

"I see," Alder honestly had nothing to say to that. Damn it! The one job as champion he wanted to do, and he wasn't even able to do that. Protection of Unova? It seemed that the people here could take care of themselves! "How'd that happen if I may ask?"

"Team Plasma came and tried to rob my museum's fossils," Lenora commented a bit too cheerily for someone that was a victim of theft. "I was busy doing a gym challenge so the place was left unguarded. Fortunately, the trainer assisted and stopped the whole thing before things got out of hand."

"Well, that's nice," Alder scratched his chin in thought. "Anyone I know?" There were plenty of trainers he could think of who could do this. Perhaps Marshall? He wouldn't doubt Grimsley and Shauntal's involvement here either. Young Elesa and Skyla might ha-

"Oh, it was a trainer with a Pikachu. Some kid named Red Satoshi."

Or it could be the very same trainer that just decided to do his job twice. Yeah. Sounded about right.

"Is that so?" Alder laughed. "I really should thank him. Where is he, by the way?"

"I heard he's left for the next gym," Lenora looked apologetic. Alder nodded. Well, it couldn't be helped. He wanted to give the boy a pat on the back for making his life easier, but he wouldn't go out of his way to find the trainer. He was sure that he'd meet him eventually. Maybe.

"Well, if that's all, Ms. Lenora, I'll be off!"

"See you, champion!"

Alder barked a laugh at the lady's words. The people of Unova truly were kind. He held a semblance of pride that this was the region he reigned. This was the place he promised to protect. It was an oath he was willing to keep while he still could. Now if only the kid would allow him a piece of the action too. Twice in a row. Quite a coincidence!

And so the champion of Unova went on his merry way.

XXX

The third time he heard of the kid, he decided he was getting a bit too old for this.

"Officer Jenny," Alder nodded to the cop. He entered Nimbasa City for a simple trip to the Pokemon Center and all of a sudden trouble was abound. It had been a while since the last incident and his body sprung at the chance after weeks without any action. With his team on hand, he was hasty in his journey to do something, but it was all for naught. Looks like he already missed it again. Damn it all! There were two Team Plasma grunts already on the floor, being arrested. "Looks like there was a scuffle here. Anything I can do to help?"

Jenny smiled at the appearance of their champion. Unfortunately, she shook her head. "You're not wrong, sir. It's all being taken care of, but thank you for your offer."

Alder nodded. "That's good." Maybe he could chalk this one up to the cops? "It's good to know that even when I'm not present, we have other lawful individuals taking care of the region."

"Oh, it wasn't us, unfortunately," Jenny chuckled, "Apparently some trainer intervened and helped the old man before they could take his Pokemon."

"Is that so?" Alder already had a hunch on how this was going to go down. "And who do I have to thank for this man's rescue?"

"Some trainer with a Pikachu, apparently."

Hm. Sounded about right.

"Is he around, by chance?" Alder's interest was only growing with every foiled plot of Team Plasma this man was cracking down. Either this trainer really disliked the organization or he was just in the right place at the right time. Most likely the former. There was no boy this unlucky as to accidentally meet Team Plasma not once, not twice, but three times already.

Right?

"He might still be in Nimbasa City, but I am not exactly sure, sir," Jenny shrugged. "He was long gone by the time we got here."

Drats. Well, there was always next time, he supposed. "Looks like I am not needed then." He sighed. Officer Jenny laughed at his misfortune. He'd have found it funny too if he wasn't the one having to deal with this. "I'll be off then, Jenny."

"It was nice to see you, sir!"

Alder gave the officer one more nod before he went on his merry way. While he was a tad put off, he was in no rush. The wandering champion was just glad that these odd series of coincidences were not malicious in nature.

Maybe next time he could be there on time.

XXX

Colress was not having a good day.

"What do you mean we failed to get the Dream Mist?" Ghetsis snarled. The tyrant was looking at the nervous grunts and the researcher with something reminiscent of scorn. Colress, fortunately, had nothing to do with that particular job so he should theoretically be outside of their leader's rampage, but one could never be too sure with Ghetsis. No one's safe when he was in one of his moods. "I hope you realize what this failure will cost us."

"I apologize, Lord Ghetsis." The grunt was clearly shaken by their leader's outburst. "We had the Munna in our possession and even a researcher that specialized in its applications, but we were caught completely off guard."

"Who was it," Ghetsis demanded, his expression tempered into a more controlled but still equally wrathful state. "Was it Alder? Clay? Was it that foolish gym leader, Drayden?" His left arm slammed his metallic staff to the ground for emphasis. "Or was it Jenny and her law enforcers?"

"None of them, my lord." The grunt shook his head while avoiding eye contact. His head was bowed down. "It was a trainer. A teenager with a Pikachu."

Ghetsis took a long breath at the poor fellow's answer. "You are telling me that you lost to some random trainer with a mouse?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Did this boy have any other Pokemon?"

"No, it was just the Pikachu."

Colress figured this was his time to chip in before Ghetsis exploded. "We have been getting several reports about the same trainer, Ghetsis." His leader turned his one bare eye towards him. "He stopped several Pokemon thefts, arrested some of our grunts, and was involved in foiling our recent plans of taking the Dream Mist and the fossil Pokemon in Nacrene City."

Ghetsis was stunned by those words, he knew. "Someone is actively working against us."

"Actually, sir," Colress added in before his oh-so-great leader began another rant, "I don't think that is the case. Considering all the reports from our grunts, the boy seemed to have stumbled onto the scene completely by accident. It looked to be coincidental."

"Colress, while I do appreciate your work, you are still quite new to this business," Ghetsis's voice was calm, but that mocking undertone did make him frown. "No boy has enough bad luck or skill to stop several of our works purposelessly. Perhaps once or twice, but this boy has done this multiple times and each time, he was successful. I assure you, this boy has been acting with malicious intent."

"If you say so," Colress conceded. He was rather new to Team Plasma and while his rise was significant, his experience was sorely lacking compared to the one who founded it. He still didn't believe his boss.

"I do say so," Ghetsis nodded before furrowing his brows in thought. "N is still growing to become the king he is meant to be. We are not at the stage to allow such a threat to our plans. Alder is predictable, Clay and Drayden even more so. A foreigner on the other hand is a wild card we cannot let fester. We'll have to get rid of this boy."

"He is able to take on entire teams of our men," Colress pointed out. "Say what you will about his Pikachu, he is clearly skilled."

"There is no better way to level the playing field than with science," Ghetsis thought out loud. Colress already knew where this was going and he didn't like it one bit. He made to speak up, but it was too late. "Thank you for volunteering, Colress. I am sure you can handle the problem easily enough. You have been a valuable asset ever since you joined us."

He sighed. "I understand."

"You are free to use my grunts and the Shadow Triad as you see fit. As long as the goal is reached, I do not care what needs to be done."

The scientist nodded and when Ghetsis turned his back, signaling the completion of their little meeting, he left along with the shaken grunts.

Colress was not having a good day.

XXX

A young Colress had a humble dream. He didn't think it was anything large or grandiose. Like so many in this world, it was related to the other species that inhabited this strange land they call home.

Pokemon.

He wanted to see their potential. Such a dream felt so simple back when he was so young. Oh, the shortsightedness of humans. He never realized something so simple could be so complex, but he knew his calling and he would stick with it. For years, he studied and developed an understanding of the subject. What was true strength? How could he make it manifest within Pokemon? Was this power prevalent in all species?

Those thoughts haunted him like a plague. So many questions and simply no answers.

He didn't have the natural income to make his dreams a reality. He wandered Unova, gathering data and creating inventions that would help him achieve his goal of understanding true Pokemon power, but his creations were expensive. He couldn't sustain himself with his profession. That would all change when he got an invitation to join the ranks of the rogue group called Team Plasma.

It was intriguing that such an organization was interested in his research. Their goals were very different. They wanted the liberation of Pokemon and trainers. He wanted to see the peak of what Pokemon could do.

It didn't matter in the end. A nigh limitless budget for his inventions in exchange for his services. It was a better offer than any he'd ever get. He'd serve them willingly, but he didn't believe in any of their spiels. He could certainly play ball when needed to, but the best they'd get out of him was a simple, 'Woo, go team. Freedom. Yay. Three cheers for Plasma.'

Not the most enthusiastic or loyal of the group's myriad of soldiers, but it was more than enough.

So here he was, given a job to take out some threat to Team Plasma that had been 'actively' taking out their operations.

He looked at the machine before him. It was a prototype, admittedly. Not his best work, but he was given a time limit and well, this was the best he could come up with. It would help with his little mission and his true goals so either way, both sides were happy.

His current theory of Pokemon strength came from high peaks of emotions. Emotions like love or anger could make the best out of a Pokemon's true power so his prototype here was designed to test just that. Would the strength of his wild Pokemon be enough to defeat this trainer? It'd be interesting to find out.

"Where have our scouts seen the boy?"

"He is outside of Driftveil, sir. He is presumably training his Pokemon."

"Oh? No longer just a Pikachu, is it?"

"A Pignite, Oshawott, Servine, Tranquill, and a Leavanny."

"The boy's been busy," Colress hummed in thought. None of those Pokemon were too threatening. Especially with the set of enraged Pokemon at his disposal. While the prototype failed to completely control a Pokemon into Team Plasma's services, their true strengths have been bolstered through the heightening of emotions. He'd simply release them to the wild and let nature run its course.

The boy might be grievously injured, maybe even killed, but it would be interesting data to collect nonetheless.

"Sir?"

Colress shook his head and nodded to the grunt. "Let's head out and release the beasts."

XXX

Elesa and Skyla were, according to many, very talented trainers. The two thirteen-year-old girls have had excellent performances in past leagues and showed promise in their respective specialties.

Her rival and close confidante, Skyla, was as bright and free as the sky she was named after. The girl wanted to travel the world, to explore all the regions on her plane and trusty flying-types. Elesa encouraged her. She wasn't someone that would deny her friend her happiness.

She, on the other hand, was more content to stay in Unova. She was a dazzling star that stunned the crowd, creating a performance so electric that it made people clamor for more. While she was not someone that cared much for popularity, she knew that the two of them were already garnering fans at a frightening rate.

They'd both gotten used to it by now. Smile, wave, write an autograph or two, then continue on their Pokemon journey. They were currently trying for the Quake Badge in Driftveil City. Clay had been a veritable foe for many challengers that wished to claim it. Both of them knew that preparation was key and was content to leave the city and prepare on one of the nearby routes.

It looked to be an ordinary day.

They trained and learned tactics before testing those strategies for their battle against Clay. The ground-type gym leader would certainly be a problem for her as she specialized in electric-types and while her rival had a better chance, Clay was used to facing off against flying-types and already had a wide array of Pokemon that can confidently defeat her too.

She knew her Emolga might be her best bet against Clay. He was always the toughest gym leader to face for her. It was due to that fact that they exhausted themselves to become better. So intense was their training that they didn't notice the nearby trainer that also looked to be preparing to obtain his own Quake Badge. However, what really caught her eye was the Pokemon on his shoulders.

It was a Pikachu.

Those adorable red cheeks, pristine yellow fur, bright eyes, and iconic tail.

There was no doubt about it.

It wa-

"So cute!" Skyla was the first to point it out. The boy jumped at the girl's declaration. He looked to be an ordinary trainer, though with the foreign Pokemon on his shoulders, he was no doubt from another region.

She sighed as she followed her excitable friend. They were traveling together, after all. It certainly wasn't so she can have a better look at Pikachu. Nope. Definitely not. She would forever deny it.

When the Pikachu gave out its extremely adorable 'Pika!', she did not squeal in delight.

Nope.

The teen blinked in surprise before smiling and letting the most adorable thing on the planet jump towards them.

I am sorry, Emolga, Elesa thought as she petted the electric-type. Pikachu is just too cute. You'll always be my second favorite though.

"You have a beautiful Pikachu." Ah, was that her own mouth? It couldn't be helped. Due to Unova's unique circumstances, she'd heard of Pikachu but never got to see one in person.

"Thank you." The male trainer was clearly amused by the two girls' attention. "I'm sure he's happy to hear that."

"Sorry for bothering your training," Elesa had an apologetic smile. "My friend can be quite a handful."

"Wha-hey!"

"Oh, that's fine." The boy waved off her apology with an easy grin of his own. "I know several people that are like that." He offered his hand. "I'm Red."

Both of them took their turns to shake it. "Elesa."

"Skyla, nice to meet'cha!"

"These are my other Pokemon." He showed the rest of his team who were watching curiously from a distance. Ah, whoops. Elesa had to wince. She completely disregarded the others due to the uniqueness of a Pikachu in Unova. The rest cried out their own respective cheers.

They also introduced a Pokemon of their own. Emolga and Unfezant came out of their pokeballs and both groups began mingling with one another. Resting from their own exhaustion, the boy was prepared to offer them a meal. Accepting it easily enough, they basked in their soreness and made small talk.

"Where are you from, if I may ask?" Skyla was quick to speak to the older boy.

"I was born in Kanto, but moved to Sinnoh."

Elesa blinked, "That's quite far from here, Red."

"I've always been fascinated by Unova and their Pokemon. I wanted to challenge the league."

Elesa nodded. That made sense. "You're quite the experienced traveler then."

"Some can say that," Red agreed, "but I've still got a long journey ahead of me."

Don't we all? She smiled, watching the Pikachu beside the boy eat the food given to him. Such an adorable Pokemon. "Bringing Pikachu with you on a ground-type gym is bold of you."

"Says the girl with an Emolga."

She coughed and glared when Skyla laughed. "It's a flying-type."

"And an electric-type," Red teased and she switched her glare towards him.

"Type advantages aren't everything." She huffed. "I've beaten him before. I'll be fine. Considering this is your first year in Unova, I simply wanted to offer a word of advice."

"Thank you," Red spoke with a genuine tone, "but as you've said, type advantages aren't everything. This isn't my first ground-type gym battle and it won't be my last."

"If you're sure, then I won't say otherwise."

The trio continued talking, completely unaware of the Hyper Beam heading their way.

XXX

Colress thought the job was done when the first of his wild Beartic released a surprise attack. Quick, easy, and efficient. It was how he played and fought. No need to make things complicated when there was an easy solution in front of him.

Well, things just got a whole lot more complicated.

The grunts that were watching with him in the safety of their vehicle were silent as smoke blocked the vision of the screen. The Pokemon were wild and dangerous. They knew better than to be in the front lines when they could sit back and watch his experiment take place.

That was a nicely done Hyper Beam, bright and powerful. The prototype was working as planned. The Pokemon were a lot stronger, though very unruly. It looked to have hit the bullseye and he was ready to see the results of his experiment.

There was one problem, however.

How surprising.

The three trainers were clearly fine. In fact, other than some grime and dirt on their clothing, they looked unharmed. Colress raised an eyebrow and searched for how this was done. The rodent in front of them had to be the answer. That stupefied him. A Beartic was the superior beast and when improved by his invention, should clearly have gone through anything the electric-type could have sent back.

Well, that didn't matter in the end. That was but one Beartic. He looked at another screen, which showed the dozens of others he had captured along with a few other surprise Pokemon in the mix.

Outnumbered and outgunned.

Colress preferred it this way. It was what made him reach the top so effortlessly. There was no such thing as too much power in his mind.

He enjoyed the show as he wrote down details of his experimented Pokemon. All three trainers have called up all of their own. A very chaotic fight then. Harder to track, but oh well. Not everything could go according to plan.

It was an interesting thing to witness. As electricity created a beautiful golden barrier that sent the hordes of Beartic reeling, he couldn't help but applaud the technique. A marvelous and beautiful Thunderbolt. The forest floor cracked from the surging thunder and even the resilient Galvantula's tough exoskeleton was being charred and seared from the dense lightning within this rat's body.

The other Pokemon worked as a barrier, a guard that held the line. The two female trainers were focused on standing their ground, knocking out as much of his horde as possible with minimal risks to their own. Red's team, however, pushed. While the two reinforced their back, the boy's Pokemon faced the front with open arms.

It was violent, it was barbaric, it was brutal, but it was effective.

Beartics fell like trees, Galvantulas, Mienshaos, and Scolipedes were picked off from the sky, too busy with the frontal invasion to even try to stop the flying-types in the air. He noted all of this with distant interest.

These were Pokemon who had their true power forced through the use of his machine yet they were being taken out like Patrats. Of course, he distantly understood why. While the group effort was commendable, it wouldn't have been half as effective if their linchpin of a Pokemon wasn't there to help it.

It was only when the Pikachu that scared all of Team Plasma's grunts faced the horde did he understand.

This was power.

Yes, he was sure of it. This was what he envisioned when he thought of the potential of Pokemon! He wanted to see true strength. He wanted to see it to the point he dedicated his research to find out how to unlock it and on a simple assignment for some criminal organization, who knew he would stumble upon something so close to what he was looking for?

It would have been funny, hilarious even, if it wasn't for the fact that he was stupefied by it. Pikachu wasn't even fully evolved yet it was so powerful. Abnormally so, in fact. He'd seen the power of a champion's Pokemon. Alder was an exceptional fighter, but his team was within the expected values. How?

Now that is the question.

His hands held his device tight while he took note of the Pikachu's talent and skill. Small in stature yet strong in will. Where was this power coming from? Was it genetic? Was this Pikachu at the pinnacle of their species in terms of breeding? Perhaps the trainer may have had a hand in it too. It learned tactics and strategies from him, clearly. What was its diet? Was it genetically modified?

His goal was to understand it, to find the source of that dominance and ability, but his mind was coming up with blanks and with every one of his beasts to fall, seconds started ticking.

He couldn't have that. He wanted to see more of this power.

He still had one more Pokemon. A very lucky capture.

"Sir?"

"Send it out."

XXX

BOOM!

Elesa liked to think that things were going well. The impromptu battle had shaken them a bit at the start, but they were quick to follow Red's lead in sending the wild beasts packing. With a large number of allies at their side, even with the oddly powerful strength these Pokemon possessed, they were holding their own just fine.

In fact, it even looked to be slowing down. They were whittling their numbers down from dozens to mere single digits. Things were looking great!

That was all thrown out of the window when a Haxorus stepped out of the forest.

Like a monster constantly on Outrage, it charged into their ranks like a berserker. In one fell swoop, it knocked out a substantial portion of their side. She winced when she saw her Emolga and Skyla's Unfezant drop to the ground hard, the beast's tail swatting them away like Woobats.

The horde of Beartic was manageable. The Galvantulas, Mienshao, and Scolipedes took some effort. This particular beast was trouble. Haxorus in general were terrifying creatures. One this mad would normally send her running for the hills.

"Pikachu."

The only reason she stood her ground was the boy beside her. Confident and wrathful, the trainer clearly did not enjoy being attacked so suddenly. Like an arcing electric god, Pikachu broke through the remaining Beartics, blitzing towards the dragon like a rampaging train. The resulting Quick Attack colliding with the beast sent it stumbling back.

Dragon met with rat. A giant fought a midget. For every swing of Dragon Claw the beast sent, Pikachu dodged. The inaccurate strikes broke the ground in an explosion of dirt and grass. She had to gulp when it began a Dragon Dance. It was already so powerful! It didn't need anymore!

It called forth its Hyper Beam and Red was quick to grab her and Skyla, pushing them to the ground.

Thank Arceus for that.

The beam swept through their area of the forest like a judging war god. Their clothes were torn as the torrent of power struck where they once stood. Destruction incarnate collapsed a good chunk of the trees, the Hyper Beam cutting through the battlefield like a hot knife through butter.

The rest of their Pokemon already backed away, clearly not wanting to go near the rampaging dragon. Who could blame them? A fully evolved dragon-type had gone feral. No sane Pokemon would dare face it.

Pikachu was clearly not sane.

The dragon did another Dragon Dance, preparing its claws for a collision with the iron-infused tail of Pikachu.

If Haxorus was powerful and agile before, it was nigh blinding fast now and even a single motion of its claws was enough to crush rock. Pikachu was barely keeping up with this boosted-up dragon.

Red cursed quietly as he got up to look at the chaos. His face was hard and his voice firm. "Thunderbolt and Electro Ball, Pikachu. Combine them."

BOOM!

The world flashed gold as the rat started emitting an enormous amount of electricity. A barrage of Electro Balls was sent barreling towards their foe, thunder arcing through each Electro Ball in a lightning chain before landing on the ferocious dragon-type. The resulting bombardment sent the Pokemon reeling. That moment of weakness was enough to give Pikachu an opportunity.

Like a samurai, it swooped in gracefully and Elesa had to take a moment to watch the electric-type carve through dragon scale like a sword tearing through leather. The dragon growled before coming back for more.

"Thunderbolt, Pikachu."

It was a fantastical result.

BOOM!

Haxorus grabbed onto the rat and slammed it onto the ground. That didn't deter the mouse in any way. Instead, a crater was formed around the two dueling Pokemon as a beacon of lightning coursed through the dragon-type, overloading the outraged beast with intense electricity.

"Again!"

BOOM!

"Again!"

BOOM!

This continued. Each bolt forced its way into the body of the dragon-type. Each strike stunned it, each lightning bolt slowing the once blindingly fast dragon into nothing more than a Shuckle's pace.

BOOM!

It was enough.

Electricity rose up.

The Haxorus fell down.

XXX

"Sir?"

Colress placed the tablet down as he stared at the electric-type with an intense gaze. "We're retreating."

"But Ghetsis sai-"

He waved off the grunt's words. "I don't care what Ghetsis said. We're leaving."

The grunts around them looked at each other before nodding. Colress ignored their preparations as he stared at the data before him. Impossible. No. He shook his head. In this world, nothing's impossible, simply improbable. That Pikachu defied all logic.

This was what he was looking for. He was sure of it.

But how?

Too many questions and too few answers.

XXX

This was getting ridiculous.

"Have you heard? Route 5's closed down."

"Huh. How'd that happen?"

"Well, some wild Pokemon rampaged through it. Completely wrecked the road and nearby ecosystem. The entire place has gone t-"

Alder was enjoying some breakfast in one of Nimbasa City's cafes when his ears perked up at the news. Ever since his last three attempts to help the good people of Unova led to nothing, he decided to take it easy and enjoy the city of entertainment. Now an opportunity had presented itself.

He scratched his chin. It had been a few weeks since and he hadn't heard of anything of note lately. To be honest, he was getting bored. What was the point of traveling around Unova when nothing was happening? He was hoping to rectify this by striking Team Plasma whenever he wandered, but no dice.

This wild Pokemon rampage looked to be a good way to relieve some stress. Perfect!

With his bag on hand along with his team, he made his way to the closed route. One of the perks of being champion was his ability to seemingly authorize himself into any closed-down locations. If only he had this when he was a child, he'd be in a lot less trouble with the authorities! He smiled when the officers saw him. They immediately let him through.

"Ah, Jenny!" Alder barked a hearty greeting. Looks like it was the same one too, but you could never really tell sometimes. The Joy and Jenny family had always been a mystery to him, but it was one he never dared to solve. That path leads to madness. "Looks like you got another problem on your hands."

"Hello sir," Jenny smiled. They were looking at broken roads, destroyed trees, vaporized boulders, and barren fields. It was quite a sight. The large pile of knocked-out Pokemon was concerning as well. He could even see a Haxorus! What happened here?! "Just cleaning up the mess."

"I can see that," Alder spoke with befuddlement, "Can you tell me exactly what happened?"

"Wild Pokemon attacked some trainers here, sir."

"No one got hurt, did they?"

"No casualties, miraculously," Jenny reported with her own surprise. "Clay took the kids to safety after it was all over."

"That's good." He could always rely on Clay. Arceus knows that man's merciless when it came to injustice. "Do we know anything of how this occurred?"

"We're not exactly sure," Jenny frowned. "The kids reported that the strike was sudden. Our own investigations reported nothing except that these Pokemon were not native to this route."

"A deliberate hit." He scratched his chin. His thoughts lead to several possibilities. The first was Team Plasma, though he'd never heard them doing something like this. They had been getting more technologically savvy lately. It was concerning.

"That's what we think, sir."

"Do we know the motives?"

"From what we can tell, two of the three trainers attacked did have a growing following here. We believe they were targets of the attack." Jenny pulled out a folder which he took and flipped through. Elesa and Skyla? Well, they were talented and famous around these parts. That would explain how they could handle all of these Pokemon too. Oh, what's this? His hands went to the final photo and his fingers stopped as he took in the image.

A black-haired boy with a Pikachu.

Of course.

He lowered the files and stared at the sky. He ignored the confused look Jenny gave him and sighed deeply. Arceus had really been messing with him lately. Maybe he really should look into this trainer. How many times had it been now?

"Thank you, Jenny. I'll be heading to Clay then."

"Alright, sir!"

Maybe if he ran, he'd catch this trainer before he's long gone.

XXX

Months passed and he decided that looking for one kid in an entire region was simply not worth the effort.

"Charles," Alder nodded towards the president of the Pokemon League. They sat within one of the league's VIP sections in a stadium. It was surprising to see him here, but this was one of the duties that he couldn't really skip. He was the one who leads the entirety of the league, after all. "I wasn't expecting you here so soon."

The bearded man laughed jovially, "Well, I will be with you in the Pokemon World Junior Cup so I decided to show up early."

"How odd of you, Charles," Alder raised an eyebrow. "You're quite a busy man and Unova's league is still ongoing. The conference won't start for some time."

"Everything that directly requires me has been prepared," Charles waved it off good-naturedly, "You know me, Alder, I am always on the lookout for budding talents."

"Ah, so someone has caught your attention?" Alder began to ponder. Unova had its own fair share of talents. Perhaps Charles was interested in Grimsley or Marshall? They'd been making waves here. Shauntal was another candidate along with the young Elesa and Skyla.

Charles nodded. "I've always loved watching the growth of trainers."

"Is it anyone I know?"

"Maybe not. He's a foreigner to this place," Charles answered, "He has an impressive track record in multiple regions, however." He gave Alder an inquisitive look. "I heard that whoever wins the Junior Cup gets the opportunity to battle you?"

"That's right."

"Wonderful! Then this will be an amazing show."

Alder raised an eyebrow at the elderly man's enthusiasm. This was the Junior Cup, a tournament filled with young and aspiring trainers so while the opportunity to fight the champion was a tempting offer for many of the youths, it certainly wasn't an exciting one. Normally, he would end the battle after a few minutes of combat. "You seem to have high hopes for this trainer."

"The next generation is something else, Alder," Charles smiled. "I have seen so many young trainers rise to the challenges of the league." He waved his hands at the excited crowd. "I've seen the greatest rise and fall throughout the years and I can easily say that this era's trainers are some of the brightest I have ever seen."

Unova's champion was stunned at the president's words but gave a small grin. "Is that so? The future is in good hands then."

"It looks to be so," Charles agreed, turning his attention back to the tournament.

The Pokemon World Junior Cup's sixteen trainers went up the stage and his eyes were able to recognize some of them. Shauntal, Grimsley, and Marshall were present along with the likes of Burgh and Marlon. All wonderful trainers. He had met them and approved of their aspirations and skill. However, they were sent to the back of his mind when the last trainer entered.

That son of a—

Alder barked a hearty laugh. Charles looked at him with confusion.

He'd been searching for this kid for months and this was how he finds him?

"What's so funny, Alder?"

"Nothing, Charles," Unova's champion had a tense yet excitable posture. "Absolutely nothing."

The president of the Pokemon League gave him a funny look before turning to watch the bouts. Alder crossed his arms, content to watch things play out. So many promising trainers, but if he had to battle this evasive Red, he wondered what he would bring.

Something strong for making me chase after him for an entire year.

Alder smirked.

XXX

"Red!"

"Cynthia," Red spoke through the screen. He smiled brightly when he saw her. She returned it. "It has been a while."

"It has," Cynthia nodded. They had been quite busy lately. She didn't mind it that much. They were both growing at their own pace and she knew that he was working as hard as she was. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you as well," Red returned. She smiled at the heartfelt words. "You would have loved Unova. It has such a rich history."

"I would have loved to be there," Cynthia responded before lighting up brightly. "You should have seen what has been going on in Sinnoh. Our town was quite saddened that you didn't come back. We had a great celebration. There were toasts made in your honor too."

"That wasn't necessary," Red took a breath in amusement. "They can be a handful at times."

"They can," Cynthia nodded, "but they mean well. It feels nice to be acknowledged for your hard work."

"I'm simply doing what every trainer does," he answered with a rueful smile, "I fight, I explore, I challenge the league. It's nothing special."

"You shouldn't belittle your achievements, Red," Cynthia feigned a glare. "I think it's special. I think what you do is commendable and no one should believe otherwise. I wouldn't stand for anyone badmouthing you, even if that person is yourself."

"It's nice to see someone defend my honor so vehemently." Red looked surprised at her words but was genuinely thankful. Did he truly believe no one would speak up for him? She was his rival and he was hers. Anyone that would insult him, insults her.

"I am sure you would fight for me too."

"I would." The confidence in his voice flustered her. He laughed after a moment's pause. "How have you been?"

"I've collected all eight badges on my end. I'll be challenging the Lily of the Valley Conference soon." She straightened herself. "After traveling across so many regions, returning to Sinnoh felt good."

"I can agree with that," Red nodded. "You look better, more refreshed, and energized." Her heart hammered hard at his compliment, even though she knew he didn't mean it like that. "I've collected all my badges as well, though I've taken to doing a minor tournament on the side."

"Oh really," Cynthia blinked. She hadn't thought of that. Perhaps she should try some as well. "Which one?"

"The Pokemon World Tournament Junior Cup," Red replied. "The winner gets to fight Unova's champion. I didn't want to miss the opportunity."

Her eyes widened. To think that he could battle the champion! There was no doubt in her mind that he would win. He was the best trainer after herself, after all. "Lucky." She pouted. "It's a lot different here in Sinnoh."

"Fret not, Cynthia. I wouldn't be surprised if you battle the champion in a few years anyway," Red's response startled her in its genuineness. He truly believed she would become champion. "You're strong enough."

Her cheeks darkened. "Well, I'll do my best to not disappoint you."

"You can never disappoint me, Cynthia."

A-Are you trying to make my heart burst or something?!

"Red, is that you?" She was really glad Flint was here before her face became as red as a tomato. Cynthia jumped as she turned around to see the red-haired boy shove his face into the front of the computer screen. She completely forgot that others were here in the Pokemon Center. So focused on her call with Red that she disregarded them. Whoops.

"Flint?" Red blinked.

"It has been years, man!" Flint looked at him with wonderment before turning around and waving at someone else. "Hey, Volkner! Red's on the screen. Come and say hi!"

"Really?" Volkner walked over and peaked at the crowded PC. "Hey Red. How's life outside of Sinnoh?"

Red chuckled. "It has been nice."

"Screw that," Flint waved it off and grinned excitedly, "When're you coming back, man? How long has it been since you stepped foot in your hometown? Cynthia said you haven't even returned to Celestic with her. What gives?!"

Red laughed and they started conversing away. She calmed down as she chipped in, enjoying the atmosphere that radiated across the Pokemon Center. Flint's fiery spirit, Volkner's calm demeanor, and Red's amused stature created an odd but homely mix. It felt good.

As expected of her rival, he always brought out the best in any situation!

XXX

Alder wasn't a betting man, but as he walked down into the arena stage, he wasn't surprised at the opponent waiting for him at the bottom.

So you're the one that got Charles Goodshow's attention, Alder mused as he looked at the child that he'd been meaning to meet for months. This was the kid that had been stopping Team Plasma throughout the year? He'd give him props for that. It would take a strong trainer to handle that group.

The crowd cheered at his entrance. He expected it. He was the champion, the best of the best. Whenever he took the stage, his region would back him, support him through thick and thin. He walked to greet the boy and offered his hand. The trainer took it easily.

"Well, young man," Alder spoke first, "Congratulations are in order. You're certainly one hell of a battler!"

"Thank you," Red smiled at the compliment.

"I should be the one thanking you," Alder grinned, taking in the boy's confused look. "I heard you've been taking care of this region's little problem during your journey here. It certainly made my life a bit easier."

"Ah," Red laughed nervously, "I was in the right place at the right time. Don't think much of it."

Alder blinked in surprise, "You mean you weren't stopping Team Plasma on purpose?"

"I just wanted to explore Unova," Red's tone was utterly honest. "I was hoping to avoid Team Plasma altogether." Alder's shoulders began trembling as he birthed out a hearty laugh. Oh, he could only imagine what Team Plasma would think of that! The boy sighed at his reaction.

"You've done one hell of a job then, Red!"

"I'm a magnet for trouble," Red looked completely serious. Alder laughed harder. "It's not funny."

"Apologies, Red," Alder snickered. "Well, if you give even half the effort that you did in battling those thugs, then I'm sure you'll do fine against me."

"I'll do my best."

"Make sure you will!" Alder smiled. "Let's give Unova a show that they'll never forget."

Red returned his smile with a challenging smirk. "I plan on it, Alder."

Ho? Such defiance in his eyes! A rare but admirable sight for a young and aspiring trainer. He gave a swift but firm nod and Alder turned around to go to his side of the stage. Alder grabbed a pokeball. He knew just the Pokemon.

The referee quickly came to start the fight. "To the left, we have Challenger Red Satoshi of Celestic Town." The crowd gave a welcoming cry. "To the right, we have the reigning champion of Unova, Alder Adeku!" The crowd roared even louder. "This is a one-on-one battle. The first Pokemon to either faint or forfeit will lose the match. Are the two trainers ready?" At both of their nods, "Then begin!"

"Help me out, Volcarona!"

"Garchomp."

XXX

Garchomp opened his eyes. The familiar atmosphere of the colosseum was music to his ears. He looked back at his trainer. Red nodded to him. He unconsciously nodded back. They understood each other. A battle must be fought and his trainer needed his aid. He'd always supply it. Power began pooling through his jaws when he looked at his newest opponent. The sheer strength in this insect was nigh overwhelming. That's the strongest bug-type he'd ever seen.

"Be careful, Garchomp. That's a champion's Pokemon."

Is that so?

Garchomp's body straightened, every stomp shaking the earth below him. He had torn asunder the flesh of the Elite Four. He had ravaged through every gym challenge he had been called upon. He'd been thrown against the thickest of combat, endured the most painful training, reaped the toughest of armor, but he had never tasted the power of a champion.

It was obvious what was required of him. To think he was given the honor of battling the pinnacle of the world. Might surged within his chest and he bellowed proudly.

His war cry stunned the crowd with its ferocity and volume. Even Volcarona's mighty flaps of its wings tensed at the power he exuded.

Good.

This was a fight, a battle between two of the finest gladiators. He would be insulted if his foe did not bring their best. Red called upon him. Red trusted him to defeat this opponent. He wouldn't deny his trainer the victory he rightly deserved. He wanted the whole world to know this power, the power of a dragon.

The moth shook as it began its Quiver Dance.

He did not let it finish.

With surprising speed, his jaws swiftly clamped down on its wings and slammed the bug to the ground, and with a single stomp of his feet forged an Earthquake that sent the insect stumbling. The force of the tectonic strike was enough to send dust into the air.

The battle began and his clamped mouth was quickly sent off from a thorough hit of Bug Buzz. The vibrating wings tore through his hardened dragon scales like butter and he immediately understood just what the strength of a champion's Pokemon entailed. This was a Pokemon that sided with the mightiest humans. Trained under one who towered all others, the bug-type was at the top.

And it showed.

His body quaked as he was forced unto the unrelenting pressure. The moth's eyes glowed with abnormal power as Psychic tried to crush the dragon. He bellowed, his knees standing upward in a show of defiance. He'd faced a force far stronger. The mental will of Volcarona was nothing compared to the crushing iron of Pikachu.

The ground cracked before his knees could. With a Draco Meteor on his jaws, draconic energy shot up like a shotgun. The meteoric descent exploded the battlefield, craters forming with every shot. The moth deftly dodged it. It didn't matter.

Garchomp was on it once more. Like a predator, he didn't let up against the giant insect. Quivering wings slammed into hardened claws. Dragonhide was tested against overwhelming heat. Psychic will clashed with physical vigor. Fire burned across his thick scales. He ignored the pain.

Charizard would have endured it.

Pikachu would have survived it.

So why wouldn't he? Was he not as strong as them? Was he not as good? He refused to believe that.

His claws cleaved through the moth, digging deep into flesh.

He'd be better than them.

Volcarona's body tensed in shock before bracing for the floor as Garchomp pinned him down for another ground-shaking Earthquake. Flames pooled out of his mouth as he coated the both of them in scorching fire. The bug's wings started speeding up, the vibrations bruising, ripping through his scales. It was a testament to the strength of its wings that it could make even a Garchomp bleed.

The arena glowed from the flames that both were generating.

Overheat and Flamethrower fused together in an unnatural abomination of heat, covering the two in an eternal inferno. It was a test of endurance. Which beast would survive the wrath of nature's most destructive force? Which could survive the scorching torment?

The insect didn't seem to mind, waving its wings to continue fanning the flames. The heat was growing unbearable. He growled, stomping to generate an Earthquake while keeping his foe pinned beneath his evolutionary bulk.

Don't underestimate him.

The wings began shaking into an urgent buzz, turning the flames from a hot red into an ominous blue. The ground around them was melting. He held on, ignoring the unbearable heat to continue breaking the colossal insect.

Stomp.

Bzzzzzz.

Like a volcano setting off, the earth itself broke between the two clashing Pokemon's barrage. Heat so hot it began affecting the entire arena poured outwards in a blazing geyser.

BOOM.

Both are showing cracks.

His vision was getting blurry. His arms were weakening. His throat was dry. His legs began trembling.

He refused to let that bother him.

BOOM!

His thoughts went back to the blonde trainer's dragon, the object of his eye. The finest Garchomp that he had the honor of meeting. He promised himself that he wouldn't be left behind. He would fight by her side, make her consider him a peer. She was his and he was hers.

His mouth opened wide.

This is for her.

He'd use a trick invented by her.

Draco Meteor pooled into his mouth and his claws resonated with draconic energy. He aimed downwards.

SCHINK.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

If the Earthquake around the stadium was huge then the combined energy of the blue inferno and dragon might took it up a notch. The explosion covered the entire stadium and then some. The spectators coughed. The atmosphere was tense as they waited for the smoke to clear.

"Garchomp and Volcarona are unable to battle. It's a draw!"

The crowd went crazy.

I'll take it.

Garchomp blacked out.

XXX

Alder was rendered speechless.

He looked at the trainer who just so mercilessly forced a draw. The youth held the large trophy of the Pokemon World Tournament Junior Cup in his hands as he commended his exhausted dragon-type for a battle well fought.

And what a battle it was!

"He'll grow to be great, that one."

He turned his head at the voice and saw Charles walk towards him. He welcomed the president. "I can see why you would come to watch this boy, Charles." That particular Volcarona was raised and birthed by his first. It was perfectly bred into his role as a champion's Pokemon. It had never known lost, not even against the Elite Four he occasionally faced. "He's talented. You say he's from Sinnoh?"

Charles nodded, "That region has been growing some exceptional trainers lately." He laughed. "How would you rate his Pokemon?"

"That Garchomp was probably the strongest of its kind I've seen in a while," Alder admitted. While Garchomps were rare in Unova, he had battled his fair share of them. He could tell their power from a glance. That one had been through much, a wandering warrior just like himself.

"His rival's Garchomp is comparable, maybe even stronger."

Alder coughed. Seriously? "What're they feeding their kids over there?"

"A completely normal and nutritional diet, Alder. Nothing more," Charles chuckled before patting the taller man on the back. "Best tread carefully now. You might be dethroned at this rate."

"I would welcome it," Alder smirked, "Being champion has gotten troublesome."

"You could retire anytime."

Alder barked a laugh. "Where would the fun in that be, Charles?"

"It would be no fun at all, I bet," Charles grinned in amusement, "and that's why you are champion."

Alder shook his head and looked back at the boy. He wondered to himself if he'd ever face him in the League. He shrugged. Only time would tell. He wouldn't mind this boy as a champion, honestly. He had the spirit of one. It was an odd thing. He only saw it briefly as their two mighty Pokemon clashed. He thought he was seeing things at first.

When he fought the boy, he almost did think he was a champion.

XXX

Months passed by and Colress analyzed a variety of performances that the trainer with a Pikachu had done throughout Unova. It was an interesting hobby of his, one directly linked towards his true goal to better and strengthen a Pokemon to their absolute limit or perhaps even beyond it. It never interfered with Plasma's goals despite Ghetsis's tyrannical ramblings.

The boy never really got caught by Team Plasma in the end.

He tested the boy whenever possible. It was becoming more of a game to them. He would release wild Pokemon his way, determined to prove his theory true and he would always defeat them. A suitable excuse to keep Ghetsis calm.

It was amusing as much as it was frustrating.

Was the power of Pokemon not within themselves? Why was it that when he released beasts of great strength, they would fall like grass to a scythe when encountered by the young trainer's Pokemon?

He did not know. It unnerved him to be so close yet so far from the truth. There was one theory that hid in the deepest depths of his mind. It was one that he refused to acknowledge, considering it illogical and childish.

Yet it was the only one that truly fits.

Was the true strength of Pokemon hidden within the bonds and relationship with their trainer? It surely couldn't be true. It didn't feel right. He could acknowledge that with a trainer's guidance, a Pokemon might gain strength when it otherwise couldn't but was it the source of a Pokemon's' potential?

The thought haunted him and eventually, even his discipline cracked.

"Red."

"Hello."

He encountered the boy on his way out of the Vertress Conference. He won it and had done unbelievably well against the Elite Four. It would always stupefy his mind every time he saw the Pikachu face greater foes and come out the victor. Red's methods, his ideals, his everything was a direct offense to him. He wanted to know more. To think someone nigh his age could reach what he desired to see was mind-boggling. He offered his hand, "I wish to speak with you."

Red grinned and took the hand. "I've been wondering when I get to meet the one responsible."

"Ah," Colress numbly spoke, "You figured it out?"

"Eventually."

"I thought I hid myself well."

"You did." Red conceded.

"Then how?"

"I met someone just like you a long time ago," Red responded, "You remind me of him, lab coat and all. He only desired results and would do anything to get them. You aren't exactly hiding your presence as well as you'd hoped."

Someone like him? He'd like to meet the like-minded individual. "Do understand that I had no ill intentions behind it."

"I know," Red nodded. How curious. The boy truly believed that his motives were not maliciously inclined. The man who he met in the past must have given him quite the impression. "I am curious why me, however."

"It felt suitable," Colress admitted. "Your Pokemon are strong, you were a target, and I needed data. Everything lined up perfectly."

"And did you get the data you wanted?"

"I did," Colress paused. "Though more data would be nice, you have given me much insight."

"That's good." Red nodded. "Something tells me that you weren't here for simple greetings though."

"I have not," Colress agreed. "I was here to relieve a question that has been plaguing me for so long."

Red blinked in surprise but smiled. "Is that so? I'm listening."

"What is your secret?"

"Hm?" Red raised an eyebrow.

"Your Pikachu defies all logic."

"We've been through a lot together. He's my first."

Colress closed his eyes as he comprehended his words. "So you are saying that the power of friendship is the secret to your strength?"

"Nothing so dramatic," Red rolled his eyes, "but there is no other way to describe it." He could tell that Colress's face had a look of disbelief and the trainer laughed.

"It's not funny."

"I am sorry," Red stopped himself, but an amused grin was still present.

"The power of a Pokemon's bond with a trainer," Colress stopped himself from releasing a huff, "defies all logic."

"I disagree," The boy shook his head. "Mega Evolution is considered the pinnacle of a Pokemon's bond with their trainer. It requires a Key Stone and a Mega Stone. They cannot exist without the other."

He opened his mouth before closing it. He hadn't completely read the research that was happening within Kalos. He didn't realize that was the case. How foolish of him. Colress bit his lip before clenching his fists. He had done months of research, only to reach an unsatisfactory conclusion.

Red's eyes softened. "It is fine to make mistakes. You're young."

"Pot meets kettle."

The trainer chuckled. Red had an aura of age about him at that moment. It confused him. "Nonetheless, I hope you've gotten the answers you're looking for."

Colress nodded, "I have."

"Good."

They said nothing else as the boy with the Pikachu left. Colress stayed there for a little while longer to digest everything he had heard. The black-haired trainer's words were so foolish to him, but it wasn't something he could ignore. A new avenue was made. It would be different from his usual methods, but when he looked at the pokeball of his first Pokemon, he couldn't help but think to himself of the possibilities.

XXX

"Thank you, sir. Enjoy your trip."

Red nodded and walked into the plane.

Defeated two of the Elite Four this time. So close yet so far. He tempered himself. It would be best not to be impatient. One step at a time. He released a breath as he sat on his designated seat. He grinned when Pikachu huddled close as he reminisced about his time throughout this year.

He really did try to avoid Team Plasma.

"Even in our new life, trouble follows us, huh, Pikachu?"

"Chaa!"

Goodbye Unova. Hello Kalos.

XXX

I hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 6 Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

Froakie was a firm believer in fate.

The belief stemmed from his experience. He met his destined trainer, forged everlasting bonds, and created fond memories. He knew the joys of victory and the bitterness of defeat. He felt the pain of leaving behind those he called kin. He experienced guilt, understood grief, and bore the heavy burdens of responsibility.

It still hurt.

He was a guardian of Kalos. He knew his role. He understood his duties.

Yet what could he do now, trapped in a mystery that befuddled him? He was lost. The world was different. His purpose was gone, the objective that he chose and sacrificed so much for hadn't happened.

He felt jaded, betrayed, by the world. Had he already given up enough? He left those he would call family to protect a future within his grasp yet he was given a fate worse than death.

Isolated.

Alone.

In a world where no one could understand him, he lost hope. Years of solitude tested his will. What should he do? Should he seek out a new future? It would never be the same. The memories of the past were too ingrained in him.

We'll always be connected even if we're not in the same place.

Froakie sat on the streets of Lumiose City, watching the comings and goings of the people. The citizens moved around him, giving the frog a wide berth. Some tried to feed him, some tried to take care of him. He denied them. He was too lost in his own thoughts.

The world was so different yet so familiar. Just what was his place in it?

Fate had a funny way of answering him.

The truth is, we won't ever really be apart.

Froakie blinked when his eyes met amber and for one moment, hope blossomed.

He believed in fate. It was a belief that was forged through everything he had been through. He never doubted it. He'd never forget it. When he was met with such a familiar face, there was only one thing he could do.

He grabbed on to the last vestige of his past.

I'll come back for you.

He smiled when the trainer stood still as both recognized the other. If fate was what allowed him to meet Ash once, it was that same fate that allowed them to meet again. What was once lost was now found.

You came when no one else could.

He kept his promise.

XXX

Their first meeting was like a movie. An iconic boy meets girl moment.

They shared a goal, though the paths they took were different. She was a star, an actress that pursued two dreams. He was a warrior, a wanderer that pursued a single dream wholeheartedly. They were very different yet both wanted the same thing, to be the best.

She could remember it well. She hid among the crowd, enrobed in a black coat, hat, and sunglasses to hide her face. She was a sixteen-year-old girl, a recent star. Though fresh in the business, Diantha pursued her desires tirelessly. Her effort paid off and Kalos began knowing her name. Her manager, Kathi Lee, ever so wise in her wisdom had already given her a disguise to at least give her the privacy any teenage girl should have.

She walked through the busy streets of Lumiose City, intent to enjoy a nice break from her busy work schedule. She already knew her destination, the familiar scent of warm drinks wafting through the air alerted her that she was close. Cafe Soleil had always been a favorite of hers.

When she turned the corner to reach it, that was when she saw him.

A boy her age with a Pikachu on his shoulders stood nearby, staring long and hard at a Froakie. It was an odd thing to witness. The electric rodent on his shoulders looked just as astonished and the trainer's eyes were wide and unblinking. As an actress, she was used to acting out roles and emotions and she sometimes would indulge in watching the expressions of others.

It made her quite good at reading people. She could track dishonesty and lies a mile away. The reactions these three displayed were frighteningly real. She couldn't help but stare.

She felt like she was ruining a moment, but she didn't have the heart to stop. Even others that walked past them gave the trainer and the two Pokemon funny looks. The three stood frozen in time, not a single one of them moving a muscle.

It was getting unnerving.

Then the Froakie stole a pokeball from the trainer and with a swift press of the button, it was captured.

Like a movie resuming in a theater, the black-haired boy sucked in his breath and picked up the device. His expression displayed absolute confusion and a lingering shock and when those amber eyes met hers, the two paused in an awkward realization of their predicament.

She intruded into what was obviously a very personal moment. In his eyes, she probably looked like a creep, a complete weirdo. The continuous silence between them was only emphasizing her mistake. The Pikachu on his shoulders looked to be trying to find a way to break the tension but hadn't fully recovered from whatever just happened.

Time to diffuse this atmosphere.

She cleared her throat, raising her purse as she gave a small smile. With nothing really worth saying and her desire to eat, she said the first thing on her mind. "W-Would you like a drink?"

Wow, Diantha, great job!

Though that did seem to do the trick as the boy finally got out of whatever funk he was in and laughed, "Yeah. I could definitely use a drink right about now."

"I know just the place," Diantha inwardly sighed in relief. That somehow worked.

"Lead the way." The boy walked towards her. "I'm Red Satoshi."

"Diantha Carnet." She watched him closely, to see if he recognized her name. From the small widening of the eyes, he did, but the trainer didn't seem to care at all. That was good at least. They walked towards Cafe Soleil together and she noted his ease in traversing through Lumiose City. A native? Seasoned adventurer? She couldn't really tell.

When they reached the cafe and sat down on their wooden seats, she continued her observations. Pikachu was content to perch himself on the table as they gave their orders. Red spoke instinctively, answering without looking at their menu. She did so as well. A frequent customer? Odd. She was a common enough visitor that she had seen the regulars often. She'd never seen him here before.

A man of mystery!

That was a good way to begin a conversation. It would be best to get to know this stranger that had a very odd episode in the streets and she needed to break this awkwardness. The silence was telling. A lot of things must be on his mind.

"Is this your first time in Lumiose?"

Red blinked before smiling at her. "Not exactly."

Well, that answered that. "I've never seen you around."

"It has been a while," Red answered. He perked up when their drinks came. She took hers. Pikachu was quick to pester him for a sip, which he good-naturedly obliged. She grinned at that. They were clearly close.

"Must have been a long time," Diantha watched in amusement as Pikachu began drinking the entire thing. Red watched with feigned exasperation. "I certainly would have remembered this cutie." She made to pet the mouse, enjoying his soft fur and cute noises.

"Don't give him a bigger ego than he already has," Red chuckled. She inwardly sighed in relief when she noticed him starting to relax. Pikachu gave his trainer a playful smack of his tail. They laughed.

"Well, if this isn't your first time in Lumiose, may I ask why you're here?"

"I was planning on challenging the Kalos League."

Ah. She could understand that. Diantha nodded to herself. "I am also participating." She didn't really know how far she'd go. Her job as an actress was already busy enough, especially with her already rising stardom. Kathi Lee was determined to ride the momentum and she willingly followed, trusting her manager's advice. Unfortunately, this lead her to be rather slow in collecting the required badges.

"I hope to meet you there then," Red grinned. Oh? He just started and was already assured of his entrance to the league? Was that experience or arrogance?

"Confident," Diantha's lips hummed inquisitively.

"I trust in my Pokemon."

"A lot of trainers do."

"All the better," Red responded quickly, "What's the point of being at the top if there is no challenge?"

"I correct my statement," Diantha replied mirthfully, "You're very confident."

"Don't believe me?"

"Seeing is believing."

"Fair," Red nodded, "I'll have to prove it then."

"I do prefer a man of action," she agreed. She had met many in the industry with silver tongues, but while she lived in a realm of poets and scholars, she too enjoyed the warriors and rogues. "Nonetheless, I look forward to facing you in the league." She smirked playfully. "If you can reach me, that is."

Red laughed. Even she couldn't help but crack a smile at the light atmosphere. "Now who's the one that's confident?"

"I would like to consider myself decent, at the very least." She won the previous Lumiose Conference, after all, and defeated one of her region's Elite Four. She would like to think that she was adequate. They talked a bit more, surprisingly enjoying the conversation between them. He was but a mere stranger a moment ago and now she was speaking so casually to him. Kathi Lee would be scandalized.

Perhaps it helped that he only seemed to think of the league instead of poking into her personal life. Perhaps it was because the boy never seemed to do anything with her identity despite recognizing who she was. Maybe it was the weird air of mystery around Red that made her want to learn bits of him. She always enjoyed a mystery book or two.

Whatever might be the case, it loosened her up and when they left the cafe, she was surprised by his words before they departed.

"See you later, Diantha."

See you later. Even after all of that, the boy truly believed he'd face her at the Lumiose Conference.

She had to contain her smile as she nodded back. "I'll see you later then, Red."

It was an odd meeting, but she supposed it fit for her newest rival.

XXX

Their second meeting was like a flash of lightning. Literally!

Apparently 'see you later' came closer than expected. Like a storm, it was unpredictable, electric, and very destructive. Standing within one of the alleys of Santalune City, she wore a white dress, torn and covered with dirt and grime. She struggled to walk, her breathing deep and labored. She glared at the two in front of her.

"You're making this harder than it has to be, miss," the first of these black-robed goons spoke. She shivered at the slithery voice. "We'll take you somewhere nice and quiet."

"It's futile to struggle," the second one intoned with indifference. "Our boss just wants to talk." They both grabbed onto her and she tried her best to force the two grunts off her.

She groaned, "How dare you!" She sent a withering glare. "You'll never get away with this."

"We already are, miss." She growled at the smug tone. She felt the two pin her down and begin binding her limbs. Her breathing slowed, eyes drooping as exhaustion took her. "Grab her quickl-"

"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!"

Her eyes shot up when the world turned gold. The goons were sent flying, crashing into the alley walls. One of them stood up, shaking his head, and looked at where the attack came from. "What the h-"

Whatever he said was stopped by a flash of a metallic tail. The man was knocked out cold. She only had a second to comprehend everything that went down. It was so effective yet so strong.

"Froakie, frubbles."

Frothy white bubbles flew accurately as the two grunts were trapped in the sticky substance, completely immobile. She turned to the source and saw the same boy she met a week ago. His amber eyes seemed to glow like unnatural gold, hardened into an expression of tempered wrath. Diantha already felt the bonds around her break from Pikachu's Iron Tail and she slowly stood up.

"Diantha," Red's expression softened towards her.

"Red."

"Are you alright?" He scanned her body, checking for any injuries. She held a poker face and looked at him.

"Red."

"Who are those guys?" Red didn't seem to hear her words as he scanned the fallen criminals. "Must be some kind of team I've never heard of. They don't even have uniforms I'm familiar with."

"Red."

"They weren't that impressive," Red muttered, "How'd they get you anyways?"

"Red."

For once, he paused and looked at her. "Yeah?"

She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.

"Cut! Cut!" Kathi Lee yelled, a rolled-up magazine in her hands. "Who the hell are you and why did you attack our actors?" She saw her manager smack the boy with the hardest swing of the magazine she had seen her friend ever do. The boy yelped and Diantha sighed in amusement.

"Wait," Red looked utterly lost, "actors?!"

"Actors," Diantha nodded, a serene smile on her face.

Pikachu and Froakie looked at each other before scratching the back of their heads. Red groaned. She didn't know if it was from the pain her manager inflicted upon him or at the thought that he just barged into a movie set completely on accident while simultaneously wounding her coworkers and damaging property. She figured it was both.

"Repent for your sins, damn you!"

"It was an acci-ack!"

Smack!

SMACK!

Red yelped as he was bombarded once more by her manager. Pikachu and Froakie watched the scene in fascinated horror. Their glorious and normally confident trainer was being berated by her small female friend. He gave Diantha a pleading look. Her shoulders shook as she began laughing at his predicament.

It hasn't even been a few months and you've already made my year, Red!

The director showed up and looked at the entire scene.

"Ah, director, I am so sorry for this rapscallion! Let me get rid of him immediately!" Kathi Lee was quick to apologize, bowing sincerely. She had never seen her manager and friend so stressed and it only made her laugh harder. When Diantha saw her force the taller Red to bow with her, she was laughing to the point of tears.

"This..."

"I promise I'll make sure he pays for all the damages."

"...is amazing!"

"And I prom-what?"

When the director began praising and inspecting Red, she never laughed harder.

XXX

With her hair wet from a shower and proper clothes on, she entered the suite she resided in. A wide grin was on her face as she saw Red sitting down on one of the leather couches nursing his injuries. Froakie and Pikachu looked equally guilty. "That was quite the entrance, Red."

"Don't remind me," he grimaced.

"I thought it was funny."

"Of course you did," Red rolled his eyes, moving a bit to allow her to sit next to him. "I'll give you props. It was very convincing. I genuinely thought you were being harassed. You're a great actress."

She smiled, "Thank you. It was because of the support of everyone that I was able to push for this dream."

"You've certainly got the talent," Red winced as he gingerly touched his head. "Your manager packs a mean punch for someone so small."

"Kathi means well," Diantha giggled, "She only wants what's best for me."

"I can respect that," he conceded. He patted Pikachu's head as Froakie relaxed beside him. He frowned, "How're the ones I injured?"

"They'll make a full recovery," Diantha touched his shoulder reassuringly. It spoke a lot of his character to be so worried about those he'd hurt. "Unfortunately, they won't be able to work with us for some time."

Red sighed, content to languidly rest. Diantha took the time to recall the boy's actions during his impromptu rescue. The trainer was quick on his feet, adaptable, and professional in the way he'd handled those 'grunts.' Now that she thought about it, those moves were really impressive. His commands were filled with authority and every motion was acted with purpose and precision.

"You know," Diantha spoke up, watching him look at her curiously. "It was quite brave of you to put yourselves in harm's way to save me, even if all of it was fake."

"I couldn't not do anything," Red spoke, "Better to make a fool out of myself than to stand back if someone needs help."

Diantha was astonished at the honesty in his voice. Normally, she wouldn't believe a man when they proclaimed such things. She'd seen so many people try to impress her this way. She got used to all of the flattering words and scathing insults. Words were just that, words. Anyone could say them, but not everyone could act on them. Red was a unique case. She could believe him. He did what he said he would do, no matter how foolish it might have looked to the outside.

How surprising.

Chivalry isn't dead, after all.

"Well, even if what you did wasn't exactly what you thought it would be," Diantha smiled gratefully, "I appreciate the thought."

Red returned it with a rueful smile of his own, "Nice to be appreciated at least."

"Even if it was surprising that you somehow didn't spot the cameras and lights."

"I was too preoccupied trying to save you to notice."

Diantha laughed, oddly pleased. They settled in comfortable silence, occasionally breaking it with some small talk as they waited for the director and her manager to return.

XXX

"Hm, yes." The director, a simple man of black hair and brown eyes with a suit, inspected Red with the gaze of an artist. The sixteen-year-old stood awkwardly in the suite. His Pokemon were on the side, watching it all with puzzlement. "Yes, this will do. He's perfect!"

Diantha raised an eyebrow while Kathi Lee looked at the man with something akin to disbelief. "Sir, I am not exactly sure what you're implying."

"Can't you see, Ms. Lee!" He waved at the utterly confused Red, "I have found a solution to the little predicament that has been plaguing us for so long. This is fabulous! It's like Arceus himself came down and blessed me with this gift!"

"And what is that, sir?"

"We are missing a male lead!"

Kathi Lee sputtered, "Didn't this movie have no male lead in the first place?"

"Because I couldn't find one that would fit," the director waved it off, "However, look at him!"

Diantha stared at the trainer. Coal-black hair, lightly tanned skin, amber eyes, and a runner's physique. He looked like any older trainer. Kathi seemed to have the same opinion on the matter as she shook her head. "I don't see it."

"He screams protagonist to me!" The director was adamant about this, waving his hands while picking up the Pikachu nearby and plopping it on the teen's shoulders. "He has a cute Pokemon partner that is outside of his pokeball, he was willing to jump into harm's way to save a person in need, and he has a never-give-up attitude that the people just love! He's a perfect protagonist for the movie!"

"Wait," Red blinked before pointing at himself. "Me?"

"Why yes, young man! Isn't this most fortunate? You're perfect for the role in our movie, Princess and the Froakie! You even have one right here!" The director motioned at the befuddled frog.

Kathi was about to protest before Diantha chipped in, "I don't mind." At her manager and Red's stunned expression, she continued, "If the director believes this is what's best for the movie then it is the job of the actors to help make his dream a reality, am I correct?"

The director gave a positive thumbs-up though Kathi remained doubtful, "He looks like he has no experience whatsoever."

"Diantha and I will take care of it," the director smiled reassuringly, "Besides, with the way he acted when he saved our star actress, I have no doubt in my eyes that he'll do just fine."

"I'll be too busy collecting eight gym badges," Red pointed out.

"Diantha is capable of juggling both! Do not worry, young man. We're traveling all over Kalos so you'll have plenty of time to train and get your badges."

"I'm not exactly sure about this," Red argued, clearly not as enthused at her director's ardent encouragement.

"It's only three months, young man." Her director wasn't taking no for an answer. He could be determined when he wanted to be. "You can be on your way once we're done. We'll handle the rest and you'll have plenty of time to explore Kalos as you see fit."

"It's not that bad, Red," Diantha chirped, "Traveling with a group is better than alone, no?"

"This is one of the weirdest ways I've ever been coerced into having traveling companions."

She couldn't really argue with that. One moment, he was a trainer traveling around Kalos, the next he was being convinced on a three-month contract for a movie. Talk about a sudden shift in careers! Diantha inwardly laughed. She couldn't really talk though. She was doing both too. Still, "It's never bad to try new things."

"I guess so," Red sighed. He gave it some thought. "It's just three months, right?"

The director nodded, "You have my word!"

"I understand," Red conceded, expression serious. She was surprised at his professionalism. "As long as I get to travel Kalos, it's something to do."

"Wonderful!"

Diantha softly giggled as she watched Red cope with the situation handed to him. He gave her a feigned glare in which she winked back playfully. He rolled his eyes and turned to continue speaking with her director. Pikachu and Froakie looked at each other and simply sighed at their predicament. It was interesting to see such Pokemon have quite the chemistry. Wasn't the frog caught recently? How odd!

Still...

She could tell that the next few months were going to be interesting!

XXX

Malva was someone that liked to jump into trends. She had a firm belief that knowing everything and everyone was important to reaching the top. After all, it wasn't about what you know, it was about who you know that really mattered. Information was just half the battle!

That was what made her study to be a news reporter and grow to be a fierce battler. Anyone she battled that was important enough to be notable, she was always one step ahead. She studied the most powerful trainers of her age. She analyzed them, created strategies in her mind, and forged counters for them if she ever met them in combat. Even opponents outside of Kalos were not out of her sight.

The directionally challenged Leon and his iconic Charizard were like a blazing spirit. He was a fire that was uncontrollable and bright, creating a beacon within Galar that made him the star of the show. In Pokemon TV, whenever he was on, he was given all of the attention. He was marketed heavily and it was easy to know why. He drew people to him like a light to a Venomoth.

Lance was Kanto and Johto's star. Fierce in power, mighty in presence. She could see his appeal. The great billowing cape he wore gave him an awe-inspiring aura. When he stepped into the ring, the arena roared as fiercely as his dragons. While Leon was a beacon that drew in the people, Lance was like a flag, drawing his region to arms. They supported him with all of their hearts.

Steven and Wallace were a duality that shocked all who saw them. Within Pokemon TV, many would always compare the two to one another. While Steven was the heavy-handed gauntlet, Wallace was the soft, smooth glove. Such an appeal made all the girls wild and there were many days she would hear of the women's fantasies that were linked to them. Their appeal was astronomical in Hoenn.

Unova's hearty and fatherly Alder also filled in a niche that was rarely appreciated. When he came walking, people of all ages straightened. Supportive and beloved by many, he guided the future generation like a fierce caretaker. Unova's finest trainers all looked up to him and for good reason. He radiated wisdom in spades!

However, while those regions had such icons, Sinnoh had an interesting dynamic duo of their own, one that was beloved fiercely in their home region. The pride and joys of Sinnoh made them hold constant attention in the world.

While the rest held their regions firmly, these two wayward travelers sought to fight the world and Sinnoh loved them for it.

She saw the appeal. Which one was better? If Lance and Wallace fought, who would become the victor? If Leon and Steven battled, who would come out on top? These rising stars were too busy with their own journeys to test themselves in other lands.

But not these two. They sought them out. Cynthia and Red were Sinnoh's traveling royalty. The Princess of Sinnoh battled and crushed all that challenged her. No one was safe when she set her eyes on them. Ferocious and tactical, her skill had been tested countless times and always came out the victor of the exchange. Sinnoh treasured those traits and that was why whenever she appeared, views on Pokemon TV would skyrocket. Her popularity soared as she grew.

Then there was the Prince of Celestic, the infamous Red Satoshi. His appeal was more subtle. Mysterious and unorthodox, when Red stepped in front of the camera, no one ever knew what he would bring to the table. It was hard to describe, even for Malva yet she found a comparison that would fit.

If Cynthia was the sun, then Red was the moon.

He was bright, but his presence was more subdued. His strength was murky, hidden within anonymity yet he also commanded a sense of fear, just like the night she linked him to. He captured new Pokemon, used new tactics, and every time Malva thought she got his number, he would switch things around in the next region.

She kind of liked it. He was never dull. He had a signature Pokemon, Pikachu, but his team changed just like the phases of the moon. It was attractive in a chaotic sense. His appeal in Pokemon TV was unique and his fame had attracted not just those in Sinnoh, but in other lands as well. He was an example to the world, and it made others follow him.

Lance, Bruno, Clair, Flint, Volkner, and many others wanting to journey through other regions could be attributed to him.

Needless to say, Malva's analysis of the world's notable trainers made her quite good in combat.

So imagine her surprise when she stepped into Cyllage City to obtain the Cliff Badge that she would bump into a boy her age that looked exactly like Red Satoshi.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Red nodded to her.

"No, it's my fault," Malva responded slowly, her glasses tilting slightly as she stared at the trainer in front of her. "I was lost in thought."

Red blinked and gave a reassuring smile. "Nonetheless, I should have been aware of my surroundings."

She nodded subtly but focused her eyes on him and his Pokemon. That was the same Pikachu that caused so much debate within the battling networks and forums. She would always laugh at all the theories the commentators came up with about this small rodent. She cleared her throat and offered her hand. "I am Malva Pachira."

"Red Satoshi."

Good, she wasn't imagining it.

"As in the Prince of Celestic," Malva mused out loud, a grin blossoming on her face.

"I thought I was safe from that in Kalos," Red sighed.

"I'm sure the knowledge is not as common," Malva reassured him. "Your home region is far enough that your influence hasn't grown here yet."

"Yet," Red mimicked with something akin to dread. "That would explain Unova though."

"I'm studying to be a news reporter," she continued, "so naturally, I am inclined to know these things."

"That explains it," Red grinned. "I hope you don't tell people about it though. I would prefer it if not many people know."

"Not after the fame?"

"More like what comes with it." Red crossed his arms in exasperation. "I like my journeys without the constant attention."

"I can see that," Malva nodded to herself. From what she saw of the boy, he was a man of simple tastes. He was different from her in that sense. He was more akin to the likes of Alder, a traveler that seeks out challenges, than those like Diantha and Wallace, artists that inspire the world. "I promise I won't tell a soul then."

"Thank you."

Malva gave out a devious expression and the trainer tensed. "On one condition."

"Of course," Red rolled his eyes.

"You promise me an interview later."

"That's an odd thing to ask for." Red quirked a brow. Is that so? The boy must either be living under a rock or was quite talented in avoiding attention. Possibly the latter. She heard he had quite an arsenal of skills.

"Not for me," Malva smiled slyly, "No one has really gotten a peep out of you, y'know? So many reporters tried to dig some information about your background and other than some simple stuff like your hometown, they came up with nothing. People love the mystery. I can't miss the opportunity to be the first to interview you."

"I'm a completely normal person," Red smiled. "Not sure why anyone would like to get to know me."

Oh trust me, Red, there are a lot of people that would love to get to know you.

Malva had to laugh at his obliviousness when it came to his fame. He was becoming a growing icon due to the fast growth in his power and record. Prince of Celestic was just but one of many titles he'd earned. "Just humor me then, Red."

"I don't mind," Red answered after some thought. "Just know that I have the right to ignore any questions that I am uncomfortable with."

"That's even better," Malva teased, "That will only enhance your image."

"I'm not trying to make any image, Malva."

"Mind if I quote that?"

Red released a breath in amusement and offered his hand once more. She widened her eyes. "You've been honest with me so far."

Malva took his hands and almost jumped in cheer. This may be her first big break! "Thank you so much for this, Red."

"I'll be in your care the-"

"Malva?" A new voice piped up and she turned to see Diantha walking toward them with surprise.

"Diantha?" She tilted her glasses as she looked at her old rival. They met each other occasionally during their journeys around Kalos though it had gotten rarer these days as they began pursuing other careers. "What're you doing here?"

"Challenging a gym and working on my next movie," Diantha answered easily enough before turning to the Sinnoh native. "Red, the director is asking for you."

He nodded and Malva had to grab his shoulders to force him to stop as she swiftly asked, "Why does your director need Red?"

"He's the male lead."

What?

Something sparked in Malva's eyes and Red had to shiver when she looked at him. "You're going to tell me everything."

Red decided that today was not one of his best days.

XXX

A few weeks passed and Diantha was able to learn more about her newest coworker.

The first was that he wasn't the best actor. She didn't fault him for it. In fact, she found it endearing that he even tried at all. He wasn't the absolute worst that she ever worked with, but the boy was clearly not as experienced. He would have trouble in touching moments. He wasn't good at displaying several emotions without some prodding, but when it came to action, he was probably one of the best.

The way he would swiftly dispatch groups or the way he would bring himself to protect her, even if the entire thing was staged was quite spectacular to watch. He felt experienced in this. He felt like a hero, a guardian, and even though she knew that it was simply the script, when he protected her and looked at her with those eyes that promised that no harm would ever touch her, she wouldn't deny feeling warm.

The second thing she learned was that the boy was actually quite good at training his Pokemon. He displayed an amazing grasp of tactics and strategy when he battled the Santalune and Cyllage gyms. His Fletchling, Froakie, Pikachu, and Hawlucha were all impressive in their own rights. She had to applaud his skills. Raising freshly caught Pokemon was always a challenge yet he made it look easy.

If he was trying to prove to her his capabilities as a trainer, he was doing an excellent job.

The last thing she learned was that the boy had a bottomless stomach.

They met her rival, Siebold, during their trip to Shalour City, no doubt to get the Rumble Badge, same as them. He was a trainer that aspired to be the finest chef in the world. A very odd career for a trainer, but she wouldn't decry it when she wanted to be an actress. Greeting the two of them politely, he offered to cook lunch for them as they discussed ways to face the next gym. Gurkinn was probably one of the most difficult gym leaders to face with his Mega Lucario.

The blonde boy gave her a disbelieving stare when Red and his Pokemon were chowing down on Siebold's meal. She knew his food was delicious, but this was ridiculous. They sat in the dining room inside one of the suites rented out for her use by Kathi.

When Red cleaned his plate down to the last drop, he cleared his throat and gave a grateful nod to her culinary rival. "Thank you for the meal." His Pokemon all sent their thanks as well.

"You're welcome," Siebold spoke slowly. Diantha knew that the water-type specialist was curious about her rival. She wouldn't stop him from prodding. She might learn something new from her latest coworker. "So I heard from Diantha that you're Red."

"Yes."

"I've never heard of a boy named after a color."

"You get used to it."

Siebold nodded. "Would you like seconds?"

Red coughed and scratched his head in embarrassment. Diantha thought it looked adorable. "I wouldn't mean to trouble you."

"I always enjoy watching people eat my cooking," Siebold smirked, "Though I will admit this was the first time I had to witness it all gone in such a fashion. At least you finish your plate."

"Thank you."

"Tell me more about yourself," Siebold spoke as he prepared another helping. "I heard you're not from here."

"That's right," Red took a slower approach to his next meal. Diantha watched it with amusement as she ate her own lunch. "I wanted to try out the league here in Kalos."

"I hope to face you there then," Siebold nodded as he finally dug into his own food. "The Kalos League can be quite difficult. Mega Evolution has been a part of our culture for generations and for those not used to it, it can be quite a troublesome obstacle."

Red smiled, "That is true. I heard that the gym leader, Gurkinn, has a Mega Lucario."

"He's one of the common roadblocks for trainers," Diantha chipped in. "He is the Mega Evolution Guru for a reason."

Red nodded in thought, "I've had experience battling Lucarios in the past. I'm sure I'll be able to find a solution."

Siebold raised an eyebrow at that but continued, "Oh? Do tell."

"One of my rivals from home has a Lucario," Red explained, "She has quite a powerful one. Trained it since it was a Riolu."

Diantha hummed, "She certainly sounds like a promising trainer."

"She would have loved to meet you," Red answered, "Cynthia's one of the strongest trainers I know. She won the Sinnoh League last year and almost reached the champion."

"That is impressive," Siebold had to pause from eating at those words. "Where is she right now?"

"Challenging the Sinnoh Battle Frontier."

"I've heard of that," Diantha murmured, "To challenge that is a monumental feat."

"She'll pass it with shining colors."

That was the fourth thing Diantha learned from her latest coworker. Judging from his expression, he truly believed in this Cynthia and that the two were very close. She briefly wondered if she was his girlfriend. She wouldn't be surprised. With the way he boasted about her, it certainly seemed like it.

Red cleared his throat. "Is it rude to ask for thirds?"

Siebold sighed but grabbed Red's plate. Diantha had to laugh. Despite the reluctance on the chef's face, she knew that Siebold secretly enjoyed it when people loved his food. She was sure that the boy was flattered by Red's compliments to the chef.

"This is the last one, am I clear?"

"Sure," Red grinned.

XXX

A few more weeks passed and slowly but surely, the movie was being put together. The director was exuberant throughout the entire thing, constantly praising her and Red's work. She would freely admit that this was perhaps one of the most fun she'd ever had on set. With Red's colorful cast of Pokemon and her own team entertaining and causing trouble throughout the entire process, these three months genuinely felt short.

"Alright," the director proclaimed, "We're almost done, everyone. We have several scenes left to shoot. Red, Diantha, come over here. This scene is particularly important." Red raised an eyebrow but followed Diantha along. "After enduring so many obstacles, the two protagonists watch the sunset over Coumarine City. It's a beautiful shot, the way the sun reflects over the water is cinematic!"

Diantha nodded, already knowing what was about to happen. Red's eyes narrowed as he started realizing it as well.

The director continued, "The mood is set, the atmosphere calm, the world stood still as the two of you bask in the golden light. The only thing you notice is each other..."

"Oh boy." Red wasn't as enthused as the director.

"...and after everything you've done, the maiden walks up and gives the boy hero a kiss!"

Diantha knew in her mind that this was bound to happen during her career as an actress. She was ready for it, mentally, though she would admit to being somewhat nervous. It was her first time, after all. Red though seemed to hold the proper mindset. He considered this as nothing more than a job, which it was. She applauded him for that. While the emotions they displayed needed to look real, they didn't have to be real.

When the director left to handle some other business, she turned to him. "Nervous?"

"Not nearly as much as I was expecting, honestly," Red admitted, his eyes distant before grinning. "I've had my first kiss in Kalos."

She widened her eyes at that. "Really?"

"It was a long time ago."

"Was it that Cynthia girl?" Diantha prodded.

"No," Red shook his head, confused, "Why'd you think that?"

"Well, with how much you boast about her, it was the first one that came up on my mind," Diantha teased. That explained some things though she wondered just when did he exactly visit Kalos. The boy implied visiting multiple regions.

"Nothing like that," Red laughed, "She was an old friend. We were six years old when we first met. She was lost and scared and I helped her as anyone else would. Even after years apart, she remembered me. I didn't. I was an idiot to ever forget about her." The Pikachu on his shoulder nudged his trainer with something akin to affection. He smiled gratefully at the mouse. "She was the best."

Diantha was secretly amazed at how much care and affection shone through his voice yet there was an undertone of sorrow and acceptance. She noticed his words. He spoke of her in past tense. Did she...

"You must miss her."

"I do, dearly," Red nodded, "but she would've hated herself if I didn't move on." He huffed his breath and patted Pikachu. The electric-type allowed his trainer to do so. She was touched at the display of support the mouse gave him. Their bond truly was one of a kind. He cleared his throat. "Sorry for ruining the mood."

"Don't be," Diantha shook her head, giving a reassuring smile. "I've rarely seen you display so much raw emotion before. It's nice."

He smiled ruefully, "Kalos really made me soft. It won't happen ever again, I promise."

Diantha sighed at those words. Sometimes it was okay to be soft. The boy built such a tough wall around himself that whenever she noticed small cracks in his demeanor, it was fascinating to see what lay inside. Truly, he was the oddest of all her rivals.

If she had to give up her first kiss to someone, there were worse people, she supposed.

They stayed like this, simply basking in Coumarine City's natural atmosphere.

Their small three-month journey was coming to an end and Diantha wouldn't lie when she said she would miss his company.

XXX

He had changed.

He called himself Red instead of Ash. He was Satoshi instead of Ketchum.

It had taken a while for Frogadier to get used to it. Red had grown so much. His outlook was different, tempered into something bright and limitless. What had happened to his trainer? He didn't know. He might never know. His trainer had matured, yet he knew that under all of that, he was still the same boy that caught and bonded with him so long ago.

He was still honorable. He still cared for his Pokemon. He still desired to fight and reach the top. The brilliant diamond that was Ash Ketchum had been refined, forged from the fires of experience, and shaped him into something different. His only regret was not knowing what had happened for him to become it.

When he asked Pikachu what had transpired in his absence, the mouse would go silent. They would not speak of what occurred. It pained him to see his closest friends, his kin, so quiet.

"Frogadier," Ash, no, Red spoke behind him. "You should join the others. The food will get cold."

The water-type sat within the same place in Lumiose City where he met Red long ago; their first meeting when they faced off against Team Rocket. He saw Red's potential. He admired his spirit. That courage and sense of morality spoke to him on a spiritual level.

That was when he knew this was his trainer.

He was the one in which his instincts beckoned him to be by his side. He'd never regret it. He would follow him to the ends of the world. Red, no, Ash said it best, didn't he? They were connected, linked in a way that goes beyond what was possible.

The bond they share would guarantee that they would never truly be apart. Perhaps that was how he came to be? He didn't know and maybe he never would. It had become a mystery. Maybe it was best to let secrets stay kept.

"It's hard to adjust, huh?"

Frogadier looked at his trainer who was watching the setting sun alongside the water-type. The frog gave a small nod. Pikachu and his trainer handled it far better than him. That was one thing he admired about his two greatest companions.

"I could never have imagined what that would've felt like," Red spoke. "Pikachu was my greatest support. Without him, I don't know what I'd have done."

The water-type kept silent as he listened to his trainer. He could hear the boy move closer and sit next to him. The bond between trainer and Pokemon was a curious thing filled with many mysteries. They gained a mutual understanding of one another in the past. They still shared a semblance of it in the present. His mysterious trainer could hide many things, but he could never hide his essence.

Even with a new name and new identity, Frogadier could never mistake him for anyone except Ash Ketchum.

"You should eat more," Red commented, patting the frog on the back, "Let's go, Frogadier. I'm sure that our new team would like to get to know you better."

The water-type couldn't answer his trainer. It was too much. Every time he stared at his newest allies, he couldn't help but think of his old ones. It ached his heart to be there. They were too different, in both personality and skill. They didn't experience the same hardships he had. It felt like betraying his old team if he stood with this new one.

Where was the young yet joyful Noivern? Where was his flaunting yet compassionate Hawlucha? Where was his friend, the brave and defiant Talonflame and the well-intentioned Goodra? Some might not even exist yet. It ate away at him.

"I know that look."

He jerked when Red nudged him. When he swerved his head to stare at the boy, he was surprised by the gaze. It was the same expression he had before he found his worthwhile trainer. It was one of a man that had been through much, forging a path that he hoped was the correct one. Frogadier felt shame in his heart. Here he was lamenting over the past yet his trainer endured even more. He couldn't imagine what the boy must have been through.

They should be sharing this pain, but they had to face it on their own.

It sickened him.

"They wouldn't forgive you, y'know," Red murmured. Frogadier gave him a curious look. "They'd want you to be happy."

They would, wouldn't they? Noivern would cry if it saw him like this. Hawlucha would be disappointed. Goodra and Talonflame would have tried to cheer him up. Serena, Clemont, and Bonnie would have been up to their usual shenanigans. She'd have baked him some Poke Puffs. Clemont would have invented a machine to help him. Bonnie would have tried her darn best.

He didn't want them to feel bad. That would make him a terrible friend.

And out of everything that made up Frogadier, one of the traits he shared with his trainer was his warmth and care for the people that they loved.

Frogadier slowly turned around and hopped back to join his new team. Red chuckled before standing up to follow. When the reckless Fletchinder, excitable Goomy, aloof Noibat, and fantastical Hawlucha cheered at his entrance, the frog returned it with a smile. Pikachu patted his back before jumping onto Red's shoulders. His trainer relaxed as he gazed at their antics.

This new team was different from his older one, but Ash always told him that he could never have too many friends. He supposed this was the case. He wasn't replacing them. He was making new allies, creating new memories, and starting new lasting bonds. Old and new, both could coexist. Frogadier smiled. Even now, his worthwhile trainer was still teaching him new things.

You're still the same Ash I knew deep down.

Frogadier could comfort himself with that thought.

XXX

Standing inside Vaniville Town was a different experience for Frogadier compared to all other times he wandered here. Red wanted to head to the town at least once. He understood his trainer's desire to do so. It was her hometown.

His Pokemon were outside, enjoying the fresh air as they followed him. Fletchinder was content to take to the skies while Noibat preferred to perch itself atop Red's other shoulder. Hawlucha and Goomy followed close behind. The two were in some deep conversation of their own. Frogadier walked alongside Red, appreciating the company of Pikachu.

It looked to be an ordinary, if not special, day. Red wanted to dedicate it to Serena, visiting it in her honor even if most of their team was ignorant of his purpose. Frogadier was fine with that. He'd have done the same. The girl was a close companion to Red and had helped Frogadier out numerous times in their journey.

They were content to simply wander around the town, basking in the atmosphere and enjoying the fresh air. He was sure Red had the same idea. Arceus knew the boy needed some time to relax. Pikachu once mentioned that he hadn't stopped trying to become champion for seven years. The boy had determination in spades. With those factors in mind, the water-type was hoping for a peaceful day.

Of course, fate truly was a fickle thing.

"You have some amazing Pokemon, mister!"

Frogadier paused at the small yet so familiar girl that watched them from the front yard of her home. Red, for all his indifference, couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath at the voice. He couldn't blame his trainer. After everything they'd been through, it must have felt like seeing a ghost.

Serena's young, innocent wide eyes stared at them.

"Thank you," the boy's voice was tight yet quiet.

"You look familiar." Her words made Red still, his eyes gazing at her with an intensity that burned bright. Frogadier and Pikachu did too. No, it couldn't be. Surely, it was impossible, but Frogadier was in the same boat. Maybe there was a chance? Serena gasped and the frog couldn't help but lean to hear it clearly. "You were on Pokemon TV!"

That spark of hope was crushed the moment it was made.

Red laughed ruefully. The frog could feel the slight pain in the trainer's voice. He hid it well. Others would never have noticed it, but Frogadier was one of his closest Pokemon. "Is that right?"

"You're Red!" Serena's eyes widened.

"Sure am," he grinned, nudging Pikachu and Frogadier towards her. He understood his trainer's actions and hopped his way to her side. The girl squealed as she petted the two. Pikachu let out an adorable 'Pika-pi' when Serena hugged the electric-type tightly. Normally, that would have caused the mouse to release a bolt of electricity. It wouldn't though, not to her. Never her.

"Ash would be so jealous," Serena smiled, "He's my friend in Kanto. He watches all of your matches."

Red chuckled. "It's nice to know I have fans."

"He's going to buy the exact same hat you have!" Serena pointed at his trainer's cap. "He said he's been saving tons to get one."

"I'm sure he'll look great in it."

"I think so too," Serena nodded before thinking for a moment. After some thought, she spoke up, "Excuse me, Mr. Red."

"Yes?"

"How did you get so strong?"

"That's a curious question," Red raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Are you trying to become a Pokemon Master?"

"M-Maybe?" Serena hesitated, looking down with her hands clasped. She continued, "When I go on my Pokemon Journey, I want to explore the world and meet a lot of new friends. Trainers like Cynthia, Wallace, and Diantha are all so amazing. It feels like they're so far above us. I don't think I'll be as strong as them."

"Strength is different for everyone," he spoke softly, "but if you want my advice, as long as you keep your friends close, you'll figure it out along the way."

"My friends?" Serena repeated thoughtfully.

His trainer nodded. "That Ash fellow? He sounds like the sort of person to charge ahead recklessly to do what's right." Red smiled when Serena didn't refute his statement. "Stick with him. He can be a bit dense but he'll treasure all of his friends and will do his best to help you with your dreams."

Serena looked at him with awe. "Wow, mister. That sounds exactly like Ash, alright!"

Red chuckled, "That's good to hear. He reminds me of someone I knew long ago."

Serena looked at the trainer with fascination. "Was he strong too?"

"Oh he was the strongest," Red answered with a soft smile, "He was reckless, a bit forgetful, and didn't have the best start, but he had spirit. He traveled through many regions, met so many people, and caught a lot of Pokemon. He didn't win every league he went to, but he always tried his best."

"He sounds amazing."

"He was," Red nodded.

The two continued talking. When Grace called for her daughter, Serena let go of the mouse. Pikachu reluctantly jumped back to his trainer's shoulders. Frogadier would admit to also feeling a tad wistful. When the girl gave them one final wave, they returned it, staying there until the girl was gone.

Frogadier looked at his trainer worryingly when the boy began walking out of the town in silence. It must have been hard for his trainer to watch her. It was hard for him too. They continued their journey, heading off to their next destination. When their feet stepped on the worn-out dirt of Route 1, Frogadier couldn't help but stare at the fading image of Vaniville Town. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

It's just the three of them.

XXX

No.

She thought she would never see her again.

"Welcome to the Battle Castle!" Caitlin proclaimed haughtily.

"I thought you were in Johto!" Cynthia all but screamed, hoping to Arceus that she was dreaming. She pinched herself. Nope. This was all real. All of this was a horrible reality. She just wanted to try her own region's Battle Frontier. Why was this girl here!?

"Moving arrangements were made," the Battle Frontier responded easily, "I heard a position was open in Sinnoh. I accepted."

"You know this girl, Cynthia?" Flint crossed his arms as he looked at both ladies inquisitively. Volkner was much the same, displaying equal bafflement. The two heard of her challenge against the frontier and likewise wanted to participate this year. She didn't mind. They were skilled enough to challenge it and having some companions on her journey didn't seem too bad.

"Yes, she was the Frontier Brain of the Battle Castle in Johto," Cynthia sighed, "I didn't expect her to move here though."

"It was the region that my prince began his journey. Of course, I wanted to see where it all began."

There it is. She sent a glare her way. The girl her age was clearly delusional! This minx, this vixen still wanted to claw her way to Red's side? Ha! Like that would ever happen. She had already beaten two of the battle facilities in Sinnoh. She'd fight her and run for the hills. "Let's get this over with."

"Very well," Caitlin nodded, "Darach! Test our newest challengers!"

"Yes, my lady!"

"I'll go first," Flint smirked, grabbing one of his pokeballs. "You're looking at the future champion of Sinnoh! Here I come!"

Maybe grandma's advice of taking a vacation after this was a wise one. Didn't Red mention that he was heading to Alola after Kalos? It would be nice to see him again after all these years. Maybe she could make it a surprise? She still remembered the way he appeared in Hoenn and couldn't help but think about doing the same for him. Then they could relax and take a break. They deserved it, right?

The two of them, together, on a tropical island, enjoying the hot summer air as they traveled through Alola. Her cheeks began to go red at the possibilities. She shook her head rapidly. Volkner raised an eyebrow at her sudden action.

Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts! I-It would just be two rivals hanging out, nothing more!

"Uh," Volkner piped up. The Pikachu on his shoulders also gave her a confused stare. "You alright there, Cynthia?"

"Completely fine, Volkner."

XXX

Drasna was a lady from old roots.

She studied ancient myths and legends. She grew up with them. In particular, the tales of Dialga and Palkia would forever engrave themselves into her memories. It inspired her; made her who she was. She became a dragon master because of them and her strength helped her become part of Kalos' vaunted Elite Four. She was honored and proud of her accomplishments.

It never made her forget where her blood came from.

Her grandparents came from Celestic and that heritage struck deep within her soul. She always wondered to herself what Celestic Town, the place where the 'the past lives' was like ever since she was a kid. She visited it when she was old enough to leave Kalos and go on her own journey. She met some amazing people there, Professor Carolina being the most prevalent one. They forged a strong friendship that endured distance.

She got to hear from her constantly, learning about the comings and goings of Sinnoh.

She knew of the lady's granddaughter, the Princess of Sinnoh, the prodigious trainer that at such a young age could battle the Elite Four. It was amazing to see. The child was a prodigy that towered over prodigies. She would always watch her battles. They were fantastic and beautiful. She might even give her a run for her money.

There was also another trainer she was fond of as well.

The reigning Prince of Celestic was a trainer that had an aura that represented the town. If the past lives in Celestic Town, the boy truly exuded those qualities. Every time she watched him on screen, she could feel the timeless wisdom in his gaze. The boy's eyes were different. They were strong and firm.

She would freely admit that when she saw him for the first time, she had to stop and stare.

"Red Satoshi has defeated the required amount of opponents. The Battle Chateau would like to congratulate the trainer for his promotion to viscount." She watched the boy with an intense gaze as his baron's white cloak was replaced with blue. The boy had been relentless in his rise up the chateau. In such a short time since he became baron, the child had already reached viscount.

She put that in the back of her mind as she walked toward the boy that came from a town close to her heart.

Red walked back from the arena, his stature and presence truly as noble as the rank he presented. "A well-fought victory, Red."

He blinked before looking at Drasna curiously. "Thank you."

"Where are my manners," the dragon master smiled before doing a small curtsy. "I am Drasna of the Elite Four."

His eyes widened before giving a small yet polite bow. How interesting. It was enough to be courteous, but not enough to be subservient. The child certainly had spirit. "It's an honor."

She shook her head. "No need for that." She clasped her hands together. "I came here upon request of Carolina. She contacted me when she heard of your choice to head to Kalos."

"The professor did, huh?" Red hummed in amusement. "I wasn't expecting her of all people to talk about me. She's usually more focused on her granddaughter."

That was an understatement. The grandmother of Sinnoh's rising star had constantly talked about Cynthia whenever she could. There was no doubt in anybody's mind that the young woman's elderly guardian was proud of the trainer's accomplishments. Oddly enough, however, the old woman had spoken often of Red though not as frequently. It was curious.

"Cynthia is still her pride and joy, " Drasna agreed, "but she has also boasted about you as well. I am sure no one in Celestic Town would forget about your achievements. You both are constantly compared. Why both of your Garchomps are often considered the pinnacle of their species!"

Drasna had a Garchomp of her own. It was a powerful fighter, more than worthy to be called an Elite Four's Pokemon. She knew that the two would soon be able to rival if not surpass it. It was a humbling thought.

"I suppose so," he conceded, "Well, what can I do for you, Ms. Drasna? I assume that there is more to this conversation than simple pleasantries."

She relaxed her shoulders as her smile widened. Such an observant child. "Tell me, Red. Do you have your Garchomp with you?"

The boy quirked a brow. His interest was peaked.

XXX

Garchomp was still as the older lady equipped an odd contraption around his neck. It was made of large and thick bone, the pale collar made of the same material that the female human before him wore herself. It was shaped like intertwining fangs with an odd marble sphere at the center.

He looked at his trainer who was looking at a simple necklace that had a smaller stone on it lodged within a fang-shaped locket. Red had a surprised expression on his face as he stared at the lady with something akin to confusion. Garchomp turned to see the latest brood. The nearby Frogadier, Hawlucha, Noibat, and Sliggoo stared at him in awe. So these were his new brothers-in-arms.

He nodded to them. The Noibat and Sliggoo were too stupefied to respond, but the Frogadier and Hawlucha waved cheerily in kind.

What an odd bunch.

"Drasna," his trainer spoke, "this is a Key Stone."

"It is." Drasna nodded.

"But why?"

"Carolina has asked me to give her granddaughter her own Garchompite," she laughed, "It would be quite unfair if her rival didn't receive his own, no?"

He stared at the stone before looking at Garchomp. He straightened at his trainer's gaze. The boy's necklace and his collar seemed to resonate with one another. He could feel their bond. It was a strong one, intense and bright. Whatever it was attached to both of them, it was radiating some sort of power between the two.

It was an odd sensation, but it wasn't unpleasant. His trainer wanted to be champion, that much was clear.

Then Garchomp will make him champion. If this stone would help him do that, he had no objections.

"You didn't have to do this."

"I watched your battle against Alder," Dresna smiled softly. "You and your dragon's resolves are closely tied with one another. The bond between you and Garchomp was strong enough to endure the flames of a champion. I want to see it rise even higher." She laughed, "I wonder how far this will take you."

To the skies and beyond, Garchomp had no doubt.

Red looked at him and he stared back. They nodded to each other.

An understanding was formed.

They would reach the top.

Together.

XXX

Months passed and the next time Diantha met Red, it was at Snowbelle City. She was wearing a thick white coat to survive the unforgiving cold. She needed her final gym badge and for a brief moment, she could relax as her manager had no more work for her to do. The months were closing in and the Lumiose Conference was about to begin. Wulfric had always been a tough opponent to face along with his Mega Abomasnow. She needed to do some training before she could confront him.

That was when she encountered a familiar face.

She held her purse when a great gust of wind swept through her. She stared at the soaring Noivern, the beast slamming down into the ground to do battle with a flaunting Hawlucha. It looked like a spectacle as both flying-types fought for aerial domination.

Besides them, Talonflame did battle with Sliggoo while Pikachu sparred with Greninja. It was a chaotic duel as each fight was unique and spectacular.

"Diantha?"

She noticed the trainer walking towards her, a dark blue winter coat on. "Red," she smiled, "It's nice to see you."

"It's nice to see you as well." Red grinned. Their breaths were forming small clouds of condensed air from the cold. "Here to challenge the Snowbelle Gym?"

"I am," Diantha nodded. "I assume you are too."

"We are."

"Looks like it. Everyone's working hard," Diantha mused out loud, watching the bouts. There was definitely a lot of skill displayed in the snowy fields. Her eyes couldn't help but wander at Greninja and Pikachu, the two clashing with such precise and forceful strikes that snow exploded outwards at every hit. She took a mental note to be careful of them. For a Pokemon that was but a mere Froakie at the start of the year to an astonishingly skilled Greninja by the near-end was impressive.

"Wulfric's a tough opponent."

She nodded. "That he is."

Snow exploded as Greninja released a bombardment of Water Shurikens. Pikachu deflected each one with ease with an empowered Iron Tail. She admired the sight. Each of these Pokemon were tirelessly improving themselves.

She had her own Hawlucha and she could tell that Red's held a determined spirit within him. He presented himself with grace and power, combining them to create a unique fighting style. If the others fought for the sake of fighting, Hawlucha fought for sport and glory. It was the idea of fighting on a greater stage that would always send these mighty warriors into a frenzy.

His Noivern was mature and calculative. When she watched it fly and strike, each one was thought out and precise. Its attacks were deliberate and slow, but whenever it did land a blow, it was grievous. Unlike several other dragons, this Noivern's strength was swift and decisive. The Sliggoo was much more spirited. It had the heart of a fighter and like many other dragons before it, never backed down from a challenge.

His Talonflame was reckless beyond belief, but with Red's training, tempered that reckless abandon to best optimize every attack. He didn't deny his Pokemon its weakness but instead turned it into a strength. No other Pokemon would compare to its bravery and he wanted to use it. His Pikachu's cute frame hid an immense power that belied his size. When she traveled with him, she knew just how powerful that mouse could be.

Then there was that Greninja. He was the oddest of the bunch. He was just as skilled as the Pikachu. With every strike, every blow, it knew how to battle the abnormally strong mouse. It was mesmerizing to see just how graceful they were in their spar.

It looked more like a dance between two people that completely knew each other. The more she saw the ninja's battles, the more she understood his terrifying strength. "You have an amazing team."

"You think so?" Red grinned.

"I know so." Diantha continued watching the show. "You might be able to do decently well in the league with this team."

He laughed, "Enough to win?"

"Let's not go that far."

"You wound me."

"It might be enough to be runner-up," Diantha teased. She wouldn't go down that easily. She had faith in her Pokemon and she trained daily ever since she was allowed to solely focus on the Kalos League. She wasn't going to be one-upped by any of her rivals. Red was definitely impressive, but she refused to go down without a fight.

The boy laughed at her words. "There's no use convincing you," Red remarked. His eyes were filled with mirth as he stared at her. She gazed back.

"My team hasn't let me down yet," Diantha smirked, "It won't let me down now."

"We'll see."

A competitive spirit started burning inside her at his words. It had been quite some time since she felt this. The sight of Red's Pokemon training must have fired her up. They certainly looked competent. She had been winning more and more as the years go by. The only people her age that could threaten her were Siebold and Malva and even then, she usually won.

She never battled Red throughout their journey through Kalos, but she could feel their power. Something sparked within her and she touched the necklace that held her Key Stone. Maybe she should put some extra time into her training. Diantha wondered who would come out the victor between them.

Only one way to find out.

XXX

"Hello Pokemon TV, this is Rob!"

"And this is John!"

"We're live at the Lumiose Conference! Tell me, John, what is going on down there?"

"We're in for a treat, Rob. This one is a must-watch as we got an excellent roster of challengers just waiting to face the champion of Kalos and their mighty Elite Four!"

"How interesting! Tell me, John, which trainers are the favorites to win this entire thing?"

"Well, Rob, we got Dian-"

Cynthia watched at her house in Celestic Town. All of her Pokemon were with her as they wanted to support her rival in his latest conference. She wouldn't deny them. Every time she contacted him throughout this year, she would always note his exhausted expression. He was working himself to the bone. This league was important to him and she wanted to be there when he fought it.

She was glad she completed the Sinnoh Battle Frontier early. It was getting easier to win her battles. No longer was she a rookie trainer from seven years ago. She won her league, conquered two battle frontiers, and almost reached Sinnoh's reigning champion. She was getting better and she knew that her rival must be just as strong.

He would win this, she knew he can!

"Let's go, Red! Come on!" Flint roared cheerfully, waving a giant flag that had 'Red is the color of champions!' written on it.

"My prince will be the victor, no doubt." Caitlin crossed her arms in confidence.

"Prince?" Volkner gave the Frontier Brain a strange look.

She sighed at the group that came with her to cheer on her first rival. With the Battle Frontier finished early, the trio decided to tag along to visit her hometown of Celestic. Flint and Volkner, she could understand. The two were her friends and fellow rivals and they knew how much she cared about Red. They had a stake in this too. Red was starting to become an icon in Sinnoh, even if the boy hadn't been back home for some years.

Sinnoh supported their own and Volkner and Flint were hoping for the Sinnoh native to win this conference.

Caitlin, however, was a different story. The girl wanted to visit the hometown of her 'prince charming' and when she heard of his challenge against the Kalos League, forced herself to watch with them. She tried to argue that she was a Frontier Brain and needed to stay in her castle, but that became a moot point when she dumped all her duties on her butler.

She would have kicked her out of the house if it wasn't for her sister and Carolina welcoming all of them into her home. She was stuck with these three for now, but she'd endure it for Red.

The things I do for you, you dummy.

"Rob, do my eyes deceive me?"

"The wandering prince of a faraway region has entered the arena! Let's give it up for Red Satoshi!" The three around Cynthia cheered loudly at his entrance. Flint waved his flag with even more gusto.

She clenched her fists as she watched Red finally walk in.

I believe in you, Red!

XXX

Battles raged from all corners of Lumiose City. Diantha crushed them all.

Her team swept through all who opposed her. Gardevoir's magnificence silenced those who came to face them. Like a duchess punishing her subordinates, the star's entrance was a harbinger of destruction. Tyrantrum, Auroros, Hawlucha, Gourgeist, and Goodra were her enforcers and with Gardevoir as their queen, they won their fights efficiently.

With every battle, she kept an eye on the remaining competition.

64 dropped to 32.

32 dropped to 16.

16 dropped to 8.

She noticed Red blast through all of his foes at the same ease she did. It was breathtaking how he executed his strategies and tactics as he brought forth everything he had and more. When Siebold clashed against the trainer, Red crushed him. When the trainer encountered talented stars like Voila and Grant, he ended them ruthlessly.

The boy was swift and brutal.

He was merciless.

If she was the queen with an army of knights that defended her reign, then he was the conqueror that came to test her might. His Hawlucha, Talonflame, Goodra, Greninja, and Noivern were the raiders and with Pikachu as their warlord, they charged through the enemy lines. Never faltering, never stopping, Red sought her defeat. They grasped victory with their bare hands every time.

8 dropped to 4.

It started becoming obvious to Diantha who her final opponent will be.

4 dropped to 2.

She would welcome it!

"To the left, we have Red Satoshi." The referee raised his arms towards the boy. The crowd cheered. "To the right, we have Diantha Carnet." The crowd roared. "Are the two trainers ready?" At their nods, "Then begin!"

"To the stage, Gourgeist!"

"Sceptile!"

When Red called upon a Pokemon she had never seen him use did it dawn on her what kind of battle was waiting for her.

Sceptile didn't waste any time. With its famous evolutionary speed, it reached her Gourgeist the moment it came out. Leaf Blade slammed into her grass-type like an unforgiving sword. Gourgeist took the hit and vanished into the shadows as Phantom Force kicked in.

The battle was that of a patient samurai against a phantom menace. Despite the burst of speed earlier, Sceptile simply waited for the ghost-type to reappear again.

Schink.

And like an avenging exorcist, wherever the Gourgeist appeared, it was struck down mercilessly with a blinding use of Leaf Blade. The Sceptile was in no rush, content to whittle down her Pokemon to victory. With a surprising spatial awareness akin to that of a sage of the forest, it forced her Gourgeist into the physical realm with Bullet Seeds and Dragon Pulse.

She refused to let that happen. "Gourgeist, Shadow Ball! Continuous fire!"

Gourgeist backed off and began releasing a barrage of ghastly spheres. Sceptile dodged them, barely avoiding each one. It was impressive, but she trained her Pokemon relentlessly to master this technique. Soon Gourgeist began producing dozens within seconds. It was enough. The once flawless skin of Sceptile was starting to show bruises.

Red didn't seem bothered at all though. "Dig."

Swiftly, the grass-type went down. Gourgeist stopped its assault to assess the situation before the reptile exploded up from below. Gourgeist expected it and released a Seed Bomb downwards. Once more, the assault between the two continued. Leaf Blade cleaved through Shadow Balls. Bullet Seeds and Seed Bombs were thrown all over the battlefield.

It became less a chivalrous duel and more a dogfight. They brought out their entire arsenal until one fell.

SCHINK.

One did fall.

The final strike came from above. She only had one moment to comprehend it when her Gourgeist couldn't handle the relentless Leaf Blades that headed its way. That Sceptile was a class of its own.

She needed to end it.

"Hawlucha!"

The fighting-type began a Swords Dance.

Sceptile came to strike it down, but where blades once touched ghastly shells, it had to compete with experienced talons. Her Hawlucha brought ruin where her Gourgeist couldn't. Fighting up close was its forte and when the Sceptile moved to flee, the flying-type refused to allow it.

"Poison Jab, Hawlucha!"

"Deflect it with Leaf Blade."

Hawlucha grabbed the grass-type's arms and held Sceptile firmly in its clutches as a punishing Poison Jab went deep into the reptilian grass-type. When it made to flee, the wrestler kept it pinned down to inflict more punishment.

It was inevitable.

Sceptile fell.

"Pikachu."

The mouse collided with the flying-type the moment he was called. Hawlucha was forced onto the ground by a Quick Attack in a blink of an eye. If Sceptile was bursting speed and calculated strikes, then Pikachu took it to a whole other level. There was nothing she could do.

It was brutal in its essence but effective. Hawlucha did its best. It grabbed the mouse, struck it when it could, it broke through the mouse's defenses a couple of times, but when the electric-type dug its tail deep into the flying-type before releasing a single Thunderbolt that broke the battlefield, it was all over.

Hawlucha's defeat was instant.

She knew that she needed to end that before it could be too much of a threat.

"Goodra!"

The Pikachu was already upon her dragon like an avenging conqueror. She bit her lip as the two collided. Her mightiest dragon endured the surging thunder that was wrought upon the battlefield. She used everything in her arsenal. Focus Blasts crashed into Iron Tail. Dragon Pulse kept the mouse at bay. She forced the arena to her advantage with Rain Dance and released blasts upon blasts of Hydro Pump.

It was all for naught.

Pikachu took the abuse like a champ, taking the bursts of water to the face before closing in.

THWACK.

Goodra's head was slammed by an Iron Tail and Electro Ball combination that sent the dragon reeling. She quickly analyzed the situation, trying to find a way to keep her beast up and running from the bombarding Pikachu.

"Grab him, Goodra!"

Goodra endured the assault before using its appendages on its head with surprising dexterity to grab onto the rodent. With the mouse surprised, Diantha took the opportunity to command her Pokemon to send an up-close Hydro Pump to the face. That should be it, right?

Nope.

As the pressurized water collided with the mouse, electricity began coming out of Pikachu like an avenging deity of lightning. Goodra slammed the rat onto the ground. Thunderbolt rose up and Goodra met it with a Dragon Pulse.

Diantha's eyes widened as the force of the lightning broke through the clouds from her Rain Dance, destroying the weather from just sheer energy alone.

A Pokemon fell.

It didn't take a genius to figure out which one.

"Gardevoir!"

BOOM!

The battlefield exploded as a Moonblast destroyed a large portion of the floor. The two ace Pokemon clashed. With pure evolutionary strength on Gardevoir's side, she did battle against the small rodent. It should have been an easy fight. A Gardevoir as experienced as hers should have no problem dealing with a Pokemon that was only in its middle stage of evolution.

If only.

They battled like equals, destroying the battlefield as electricity coursed through the air to dance with ethereal fairy energy.

It should be impossible for a rat to even do well against her best Pokemon, but it did. For every Shadow Ball she sent out, a Thunderbolt was its response. The sheer energy both radiated was enough to break the field.

She needed an edge.

"Gardevoir, use Psychic to keep Pikachu still. Then release Moonblast!"

"Get out of there, Pikachu."

With her great mental will, Gardevoir was able to grasp onto the mouse while simultaneously charging a Moonblast for another strike.

BOOM!

A direct hit. "Again!"

She would give no mercy.

BOOM!

Pikachu was slammed onto the ground while being bombarded by a continuous stream of fairy energy. Forcing the mouse down with Psychic, she didn't let up lest she fall. She knew that if she gave the electric-type any breathing room, he could turn the tables in an instant. She wouldn't allow it!

BOOM!

Smack!

BOOM!

Smack!

Was it over?

Nope.

The roaring of thunder nigh deafened her. The crumbling ground beneath them was crushed once more as electricity covered the entire battlefield. It was a testament to Pikachu's immense source of energy that it was able to cover the entirety of the arena in an instant.

It was a parting gift and it hurt. Her psychic-type winced as it stumbled from the electric-type's final attack.

After sustaining injuries from Hawlucha, Goodra, and Gardevoir, the Pikachu finally fell.

She clicked her tongue. Out of all the Pokemon she had to be afraid of, it was one that she least expected.

"Talonflame."

She grabbed her pokeball and returned Gardevoir. Best to save her ace for later. She called out her next ally. "Showtime, Tyrantrum!"

Bird met dinosaur. Like a shooting star, the flying-type soared downwards, its entire body set ablaze as it rammed itself into Tyrantrum in a glorious Flare Blitz. It was a battle of the earth and sky as her bulky beast tried to keep up with the agile assailant. All it took was one single opportunity, however, and her great beast took it.

With a single massive chomp of its jaws, it grabbed the bird with a Crunch before spitting it down onto the ground. Not letting up lest the bird escaped, it stomped on it, creating a ground-breaking Earthquake.

Tyrantrum lifted its foot to judge its prey and found it wanting.

Talonflame tried to rise up.

All it took was one Head Smash to crush the rebellion.

"Heracross."

The bug slammed into her beast with a Mega Horn the moment it came out of its pokeball.

The beetle fared much better. Like a knight facing a dragon, the beetle made great use of its massive horn to duel with the immense dragon-type. Strong jaws tested thick exoskeleton. Dragon Claws met with Close Combat. Her beast ripped into the bug-type, making use of its training to endure through all of the insect's barrages as it clamped down on the beetle's horn.

The insect was thrown across the field. When it rose up with a Swords Dance, Tyrantrum broke the ground it stood on with a mighty Earthquake before reaching the bug-type to deal an intense barrage of Dragon Claws. Heracross matched it blow for blow with Close Combat.

Both Pokemon refused to stop. A single mistake would mean the end for one or the other. Claws locked onto claws. Fighting spirit collided with a dragon's wrath. Eventually one had to give and she sighed in relief when the Heracross was the first to tire.

So far so go-

"Garchomp."

The bellowing war cry almost sent her stumbling back. She turned to look at the dragon and her eyes had to widen when she noticed the Mega Stone prevalent on its collar.

"Since when did you have a Mega Stone?" Diantha choked.

"It was a recent addition," Red admitted before smirking, "Like it, Diantha?"

"No."

Her rival laughed before taking out a Mega Fang that was dangling beneath his shirt and bright light erupted as Garchomp surged with incoming power. Diantha had to take a moment to bask in the growing aura of danger that was radiating off of the dragon.

STOMP.

From a single step, the entire arena shook.

She became increasingly aware of what was in front of her.

If Garchomps were executioners then the radiating might of Red's Mega Garchomp was that of a grim reaper.

Her Tyrantrum met it head-on. Dragon Claws clashed with Dragon Claws, but try as she might, she knew the results.

SCHINK.

All it took was a single cleave. The moment her dragon met his, Mega Garchomp swung and the sheer force of the blow sent her gigantic monster of a Pokemon flying. It was a juggernaut, a bringer of death and destruction. With every stomp, an Earthquake was formed. Its eyes held refined wrath so potent that it made her dragon flinch at its gaze.

The grim reaper came for her beast and defeat was all that was left for her Pokemon.

She would have to break through. "Aurorus!"

The sauropod rose to its massive height and faced off against the intimidating dragon. A Blizzard kicked up around them. The freezing cold began coating the dragon-type in a shivering frost. The Blizzard was thick and potent enough to block hers and Red's vision of their Pokemon.

She held her breath as she waited for the ice to end the threat. She trained her Aurorus to maintain a single Blizzard for hours. It should be able to take care of the threat eventua-

SCHINK.

She cursed silently when Aurorus dropped down, Blizzard dispersed as the beast of a dragon cleaved through the fossil Pokemon's neck. It made for a horrifying sight; a bruised and battered Garchomp covered in snow and frost. One of its legs was completely encased in ice, but it didn't care. All it took was a simple stomp and it shattered. That looming threat made her skin crawl.

It was clear that Garchomp was the biggest threat. She would end it here.

"Gardevoir!"

Her Mega Charm began resonating with her ace Pokemon. No time to hold back! A grin blossomed onto her face as she felt pushed to her limits. Her Pokemon burst with light as she transformed. This was it.

Where a Gardevoir once commanded, a Mega Gardevoir dominated.

Garchomp growled, realizing just what Pokemon it was facing.

"Moonblast!"

The entire arena lit up as fairy magic challenged dragon kind.

Fairy Queen met Dragon King in a dance of the ages. The world shook beneath their duel. Grace warred with wrath. Brute force confronted mental power. Cleaving through all of her attacks, the charging monster reaped into the skin of Gardevoir.

She had to wince at the brutality of the Garchomp. Truly, it was one of the most primal examples of its kind.

Yet dragons will eventually fall to fairies.

Despite Garchomp's efforts, it slumped to the ground.

That left one more.

"Greninja."

XXX

When he opened his eyes, he thought he was living a memory.

Greninja looked around him, observing the same arena, the same stage. Broken and destroyed as it were, he knew this place well. The roar of the crowd rose a myriad of thoughts and feelings. For a moment, he saw Mega Charizard where Gardevoir stood.

He shook his head. This wasn't the time for reminiscence.

His trainer wanted to do battle. He would give him a battle. Legs tensed before springing outward in a burst of speed. Mega Gardevoir only had a moment to comprehend a shinobi in front of her before a Shadow Ball was summoned to stop his advance. He cleaved through it with a slash of Cut before backing off.

He remembered her. This particular Gardevoir was a force to be reckoned with and even now, it was a mighty foe that had the potential of a champion. She towered above all of her kind and endured a myriad of obstacles to become what she was now. The aura of power was like that of a prominent queen, commanding an authority that would make lesser Pokemon bow.

He was not a lesser Pokemon.

Like an assassin of the night, he struck her in a blanket of illusions. Clones were forged from nothing. One became two. Two became four. Four became eight and eventually, dozens charged forward like a rebelling army. Gardevoir kept her calm as the queen was met with those that wish to topple her. With abnormal psychic will, she picked up hundreds of destroyed debris. Rocks, pebbles, boulders, trees, nothing was spared from her control.

The noble queen slammed down with divine punishment.

Clones were slain, crushed by the immense might of the nobility. His illusions were broken but he would not bend the knee. Swift like the roaring rapids, he jumped on the floating rocks, hopping from debris to debris to get closer to beheading his target.

Gardevoir did not let him, releasing barrages of Moonblasts and controlled boulders his way. The arena was filled with projectiles as Water Shurikens clashed with Shadow Balls. A blanket of smoke was formed from the reacting powers. He used it, summoning dozens of clones to confuse his enemy.

He was not like the confrontational and unbreaking wall that was Garchomp.

He was not like the stormy force of nature that was Pikachu.

He was the riptide. He was the sudden current that took enemies unaware.

Mega Gardevoir released a bombardment of Moonblasts to clear the smoke. His clones went to work, keeping her occupied as he hid in the shadows. The psychic and fairy Pokemon had skill. For every dozen of clones he made, she would destroy it all with but a wave of her hand.

He started his counterattack.

BOOM!

Gardevoir groaned as a barrage of Water Shurikens embedded themselves into her back. She turned around to see him appear from the dug hole that his newest ally, Sceptile, made early into the battle.

Use your surroundings.

Gardevoir struck him with a floating tree. Splinters dug deep into his skin, but he ignored them as he began his forward rush into her space. She sent a myriad of obstacles his way. Dozens if not hundreds of objects were thrown, but he was faster. He had to commend their intelligence. Immune to Psychic he might be, the objects around him were not.

That didn't matter though.

A dagger was formed with Cut. He came in like a tsunami. His blade touched flesh and he ripped through. Mega Gardevoir refused to go down, however, and with a wave of her hands, slammed even more debris around him, forming a prison of wood and stone.

SCHINK.

He cut through it only to be greeted by a barrage of Moonblasts. He slammed onto the ground and the battle was renewed once more. He had to acknowledge the psychic-type for resisting him this far. He was exhausting his reserves.

But he wouldn't fall here.

Greninja had a few regrets in his life. He lived to the fullest, acted on what he believed was right, and battled his heart out whenever he was called. Yet if he had one thing that would always haunt him, it was his failure to help the man who trained him win when he needed it most.

Memories flooded his head. His battle against Mega Sceptile, his clash with Alain's Charizard, his unfortunate defeat at his hands, and the path he and his trainer went through to reach this far. He remembered his trainer's desires, his determination to win. He did everything he could, fought his hardest, and used his finest strategies.

It wasn't enough.

When he remembered the searing Blast Burn that torched his skin, he fought harder. Mega Gardevoir danced with him, every clash generating gusts of wind. This time, it would be different.

It would be enough.

I chose him and he chose me.

Gardevoir summoned the largest Moonblast he had ever seen and he flipped back. He turned to his trainer. They nodded to each other.

I won't fail you this time.

Red. Ash. It didn't matter what he called himself. They were the same to Greninja. His hopes were his hopes. His dreams were his dreams. His fears were his fears. His battles were his battles. They picked each other up. They shared each other's pain.

Together.

They began to move as one.

XXX

What is this?!

Torrents of water surrounded the shinobi Pokemon. She tensed. What attack was this? Aqua Jet? Whirlpool? She didn't think Greninja could even learn those! She had to take a step back when the swirling water stopped. What happened next was so incomprehensible that it boggled the mind.

Diantha couldn't believe her eyes.

Did Greninja just evolve?!

They began to move. Together, Red and Greninja raised their arms. The Pokemon had changed, stronger and mightier than ever before. The massive Shuriken on his back rose up to face her growing Moonblast.

It doubled, no, it tripled in size and began spinning with such force the air around them bowed to its whims. They stared at her and Gardevoir. When she released her mightiest attack, they threw the colossal shuriken.

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The world was silent as a massive Water Shuriken met her strongest Moonblast. She had seen a myriad of Mega Evolutions. She had fought many from Blastoise to Metagross to Garchomp. Her path to the top forced her to.

CRACK!

The world was torn asunder as the resulting clash broke the battlefield around them. The entire arena went up in smoke.

Yet she never faced this.

The smoke cleared.

"G-Gardevoir is unable to battle," the referee stuttered, "The winner is Red Satoshi of Celestic Town!"

XXX

When the plane landed, Cynthia had to contain her excitement.

Days passed since the Lumiose Conference and she had never seen such a spectacular performance from her rival. He truly outdid himself this year. Battling with such determination and ferocity, Red's latest conquest broke records as he struck down all of the Kalos League's Elite Four before doing battle with the champion. It was the closest anyone reached.

He had a lot of explaining to do! Just what was that Greninja? Mega Garchomp?!

When she stepped out of the airport, that was when she saw him.

"Red!"

"Cynthia?"

She tackled him, bringing her rival into a bone-crushing hug. Garchomp walked behind her, watching it play out with amusement. Greninja and Pikachu joined in the fun as well, taking in the scene with delight. He laughed as she refused to let go. She murmured mostly to herself. "This is nice."

"Yeah," Red hugged her back. "It is. I didn't expect you here in Kalos though."

"It was supposed to be a surprise," Cynthia smiled. "I heard you're going to Alola."

He nodded before letting himself out of her grasp. She let go of him reluctantly. "I am."

"I'm coming too."

He raised an eyebrow. "You are?"

"I am," Cynthia nodded. "Grandma offered to pay for my trip and I heard that you're going. I thought it was a great idea for both of us to take a small vacation. It has been seven years since our journey, Red. We're seventeen and we haven't stopped at all." It was a grand excuse in her head. She definitely did not take the chance to spend more time with her first and best rival.

Definitely not.

Nope.

"Bu-"

"No buts!" She placed a finger on his mouth. "Who was the person that told me to stop and smell the roses?"

His eyes widened before he gave a reluctant smile. "I did."

"We're young, Red. We got all the time in the world to be a champion." She certainly wasn't using his own advice against him for her own advantage. Nope. That'd be ridiculous. The look he gave her made sure she knew he knew. Her cheeks darkened.

"How wise of you, Cynthia." The tone was flat.

"I learned from the best," she teased, her face red, "He can be a bit of a dummy at times, but he's an excellent friend, an invaluable rival, and a worthwhile companion."

"He must be an amazing man."

"He is," Cynthia nodded, "and I wouldn't trade him for the world."

The seventeen-year-old paused at her words. It was the truth. Everything they'd done, everything she'd experienced, it wouldn't have been possible without him. She wanted to convey it to him. She could never imagine what would have happened if Red didn't meet her at Celestic Town all those years ago.

He was the best. He was her rival.

There was nothing that would change that.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Cynthia blinked before turning to see the woman that fought Red in the finals of the conference. The first thing she noticed was her appearance. She was was prettier up close with her nicely done dark hair, ethereal blue eyes, and pristine white dress that spoke of good fashion. She was the antithesis of her in looks with her long blonde hair, steel-colored eyes, and darker greys and black clothes.

The Gardevoir beside the Kalos star's side stared at her Garchomp.

"Diantha," Red smiled before motioning towards his first rival. "This is Cynthia."

The girl offered her hand with a small grin of her own. "It's nice to meet the girl that Red constantly talks about."

He talks about her? Wait, greetings first. She took her hand and shook it firmly. "I've watched your battle at the conference. You did amazing."

"Thank you," Diantha nodded, "I would have preferred to win the entire thing, but our shared rival has been quite the thorn in my side in that regard." They both laughed at that. Red had a tendency to really mess with their league goals. No matter who they were, be it friend or foe, he wouldn't hold back with his Pokemon. It was something she admired and hated at the same time.

"I can sympathize," Cynthia chirped, "Our first conference together was much the same."

Red sighed in exasperation at their words. "What're you doing here, Diantha?"

"I was hoping to inquire about your future plans," she answered. "The director was amazed by your Pokemon in the conference and was hoping to star you in another movie. He was exceptionally eager to meet this Greninja of yours."

Movie? Wait, what? Cynthia gave Red a sharp look which he responded by avoiding her eyes. "Red," Cynthia crossed her arms. "I feel like I am missing something here."

"Ah, well," Red scratched the back of his head, "It's nothing major. Just got roped into some stuff. It happens."

"Don't be so modest, Red," Diantha piped up in amusement. "He was my co-star in the upcoming movie, the Princess and the Froakie."

Princess and the Froakie? Cynthia looked at the two of them. Now that she thought about it, Diantha was standing a bit too close to Red for her liking. "That's nice," she smiled politely.

"So I heard that you two will be going to Alola," Diantha's eyes sparkled with amusement.

Cynthia nodded, "That's right."

"Just the two of you?"

Cynthia crossed her arms. "Just the two of us."

The star of Kalos hummed before thinking out loud. "How interesting! Coincidentally, I was offered a role in a movie in Alola. Maybe I can join you both."

What a coincidence!

Like she could believe that!

Cynthia didn't answer. Why should she? She only gave a small polite smile. Diantha stared at her for a good second before smiling as well. They sized each other up. Gardevoir and Garchomp backed up their trainers.

Electricity sparked between the two's gazes.

"It's nice to see rivalries being formed, huh, Pikachu?"

Greninja, Gardevoir, Garchomp, and Pikachu face-palmed at Red's words.

XXX

I hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 7 Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

There were many things to say about the star of Kalos.

Diantha was graceful, beautiful, and confident. She moved with an aura that felt dominating yet welcoming enough to create an ethereal attraction that turned the heads around her. Cynthia had no reason to deny that the fairy-like woman was powerful in ways that she wasn't.

It unnerved her at first. The woman could connect with others so easily that it was almost unnatural in the way she could sneak past a person's guard. She experienced it firsthand when they entered the plane. She had the opportunity to be seated next to her and while she would have preferred sitting next to Red, she wouldn't deny having some semblance of curiosity for the actress.

That thought wasn't one-sided.

"I didn't realize quite how famous you are, Cynthia."

The blonde blinked as the lady beside her smiled. She returned it with an exasperated but well-meaning one. "My reputation is vastly overexaggerated." It was the truth. She knew in the back of her mind that she had started growing a following, but it couldn't be as large as the one this woman had, surely.

Apparently, Diantha disagreed.

The star released a breath in amusement. "For now, perhaps, but once I began learning more about you and Red, the more I realized just what kind of trainer I was facing in the league."

Cynthia cracked a smile. "Attention is something that he avoids if he can help it. His accomplishments speak for themselves though. He's a great trainer."

"And in association, you as well. You've performed amazingly in both the frontier and league conferences," Diantha said. The Sinnoh native looked at the woman curiously when she gave the blonde a sly smile. That normally spelled trouble. "There's a lot of things they say about you two, y'know?"

This could go many ways.

"Most of them are rumors, I assure you." The things people said about her could range from mundane to fantastical. She learned to filter them out over the years. Traveling, learning, and working her way up to champion was what mattered. What people said about her didn't really reach her radar unless they were from her rivals, friends, and family.

"Some do look convincing," Diantha hummed in thought. "There are some that are prevalent, of course. Is it true that you and Red are an item?"

Her thoughts froze.

...

What?!

Her entire face blossomed a cherry red as she stared at the innocently smiling actress. Out of all the things she had to say, it had to be that. The star of Kalos truly was a cunning woman! And she thought Caitlin was a vixen! Diantha was an entirely different league! Cynthia shook her head hastily, "Of course not! Nothing but rumors and hearsay. We've never been in that kind of relationship."

She was glad that Red wasn't nearby to hear this. She couldn't imagine what he'd think. Would he approve? Would he find it weird? A part of her wanted to find out, but another part was too scared to even contemplate the thought.

She ignored the fluttering in her stomach as flashes of what could be entered her mind. Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!

"There's something there though," Diantha teased. The girl's eyes sparkled as she watched Cynthia squirm. "Childhood friends since the young age of ten, traveling together and apart for years, and being there for each other for multiple leagues, it makes sense that people would assume."

Well, if she had to say it like that, it did look rather intimate!

"We're just friends, Diantha."

"But you're hoping for something more?" Diantha's sly words entered her mind like honey. Cynthia steeled herself as she glared at the actress even when her cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment.

"We're just friends," Cynthia emphasized. She gave the smiling woman a firm stare. The girl acknowledged it, but her next words made her blood run cold.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I pursue him then."

This woman...

"Red is too busy trying to be champion to have a relationship."

"That won't take long," the star of Kalos rebutted easily enough. "He held himself well against the champion of Kalos. I have no doubt that he'll reach it."

"He's not interested in those kinds of things."

"How would you know?" Diantha's words touched her brain like silk. Soft and inviting. "Have you tried?"

Cynthia struggled to come up with an adequate response. There was none. She released a breath in defeat before looking outside the plane window. "No."

Diantha smiled softly at her admittance before moving on to other rumors. She was thankful for that. Cynthia had enough of this teasing from grandma Carolina. She didn't need it from someone else too. Outside of this woman's teasing, the actress was a pleasure to be around. She was unsurprisingly knowledgeable in battle despite her desired profession. They talked about topics that ranged from different encounters to sharing strategies and tactics that they learned on their travels.

She couldn't help but hold onto the thoughts planted by the sly woman, however.

Cynthia had garnered a myriad of rivals throughout her journey, but rarely had she needed to compete for Red's attention. The star of Kalos was both similar and different from the other rivals she'd made and the thought was intimidating. Never did she have a rival for something other than combat.

This was unknown territory and she didn't know how much she liked it.

XXX

Her first step into Alola was one of new experiences and trepidation.

Cynthia was a bit inexperienced when it came to taking long breaks. She had always been pursuing her dream and while she knew to take a step back and enjoy the world around her, spending some time to relax in Alola was daunting. The Sinnoh native could tell Red was in the same boat. He was always relentless in his pursuit. His goal was so close that it was understandable that the trainer wanted to continue gaining enough strength to finally reach it.

But after seven years of constant traveling, fighting, and training, didn't they deserve a break?

As Cynthia and her party stepped onto the warm sands of Melemele Island, she couldn't help but admire the beauty of the region. The crystal clear oceans were littered with people and Pokemon. The large bustling activity of everyone enjoying the beaches was a rare sight for her.

Excitement shined in Red and Pikachu's eyes. Just from that look alone could she say that this trip would be worth it.

"Alola truly is one of a kind." A melodious voice spoke. Of course, it would have been even better if it was just the two of them, but she couldn't have it all. She turned to see Diantha walking behind her, the star of Kalos smiling as the woman basked in the warm sun.

Diantha's Pokemon were beside the actress. Cynthia had her own out as well. This was a vacation and their team worked just as hard as them in accomplishing their dreams. She expected the ones Diantha called upon. They were the same team that fought alongside her in the league.

Red's was a different case.

"I didn't know you have a Donphan," Diantha cooed as she patted the calm elephant Pokemon. The actress's gaze swept throughout the beach. "Or any of these Pokemon for that matter." The rising star looked at the lazing Kingler and sleeping Noctowl that were alongside Red's Pikachu and Greninja. Red did have a very large team. Normally, he would just bring his Pikachu to a new region. Bringing more was an interesting choice on her rival's part.

Her rival took one last look at the beach before cracking a smile at the Kalos native. "My Pokemon are the reason why I've reached this far, Diantha. All of them should enjoy it."

"That is fair," Diantha grinned, "I'm interested in getting to know all of your Pokemon then. Just what haven't you been telling me in your journey, Red?"

"I haven't been hiding anything."

"Right," the actress's tone made it known just what she thought of that. "You just don't mention it."

He cleared his throat. "It was never brought up."

"We'll need to correct that," Diantha said, "We have an entire year to get to know each other. It would be poor manners if I didn't know more about the person I've been traveling with."

"I'm sure you'll get to talk to him about that later," Cynthia crossed her arms. "Red and I need to speak with Samson Oak for our lodgings." She smiled sweetly at the actress. "Your manager, Kathi Lee, must already have a place for you to stay."

The Kalos star stared with amusement. "You're not wrong, but I am sure Kathi can make arrangements for both of you to live nearby."

"We wouldn't want to be a bother," Cynthia replied with a deceptively innocent tone.

"Oh, it's no bother at all!"

"My grandmother already made arrangements," the Sinnoh native continued, "We wouldn't want to waste her efforts. We're truly sorry."

Diantha sighed with the same deceptively understanding voice, "Well, it can't be helped."

Cynthia mentally gave herself a pat on the back. There was no way she was letting the actress live anywhere near Red! Just the thought made her uncomfortable. While she trusted Red with all her heart, the same couldn't be said for Diantha. She just met her. It would be much better if their lodgings were somewhere else. That was definitely right. It would be much better if it were just the two of them.

Yes.

Just the two of them.

For an entire year.

...

She looked away lest Red saw her blushing face. All she had to do was not let the star of Kalos ruin this at least.

"Let me join you on your trip there then!"

Drats.

XXX

What made a champion?

Was it their grit? Was it determination? Skill?

It was a question that appeared from time to time for Samson Oak. He was a principal for future Pokemon trainers and before that, he was a Pokemon professor much like his cousin, the prestigious and famous Samuel.

Alola had no champion, though he knew some with the ambition to change the status quo. Despite that, after teaching and studying with a great many trainers, he understood that there was a spark in the eyes of those with the potential to be champions.

Sammy had that spark. He became Kanto's champion.

And when he stared at the three before him, he couldn't help but smile. They had it too.

"You must be Samson Oak." The man stepped forward, offering his hand. He took it. It was a firm shake. "It's an honor."

"And you're Red Satoshi," Samson let go and took the offered hands of the other two. "That means that you both must be Cynthia Shirona and Diantha Carnet!"

"You've heard of us?" Diantha blinked with surprise.

"Some by association, others by reputation," he replied before turning towards Cynthia, "Your grandmother called in a favor to give you and your friend lodging. Needless to say, you are more than welcome here in Alola. Please enjoy yourselves to your heart's content!"

"Thank you," Cynthia smiled.

"If you could greet some of the students as well, that would be Swell-ow, you know?" His smile grew at the surprised expressions when he morphed his face to a caricature of the Pokemon mentioned. His smile only brightened even more at Red's growing amusement. "It's not every day that my students get to meet three league winners."

"I understand," Red answered with a smile, "I don't see Wynaut."

Oh, this one was promising.

"That's the Spirit-omb!" Oak laughed. "Keep it up and you may have a Chansey to reach my level!" The principal smirked before placing both arms on his hips. "I think this will do for introductions. I hope you'll enjoy your stay. We Alolans pride ourselves in our hospitality and Comfey-ness!"

"This will do," Cynthia nodded before Red could reply. The man playfully pouted at her interruption but otherwise kept his mouth shut. Samson silently kept their dynamic to himself as he returned it with a friendly beam.

"Then I'll see you later, Feraligatr!"

Diantha and Cynthia's befuddled faces and Red's laugh made him remember better days. Ah, youth.

XXX

The first time they met, he wasn't quite sure what to make of him.

Trainers came in all shapes and sizes. Kukui understood this. He had to be open to the various personalities that come and go throughout his Pokemon journey.

He had met honorable and powerful trainers, those that proved that strength manifested through discipline and relentless training, like his teacher, Hala. He met others that took victories through underhanded strategies and tactics, winning through deception and intelligence like his fellow apprentice, Guzma. He even knew some that did not pursue battle at all, taking a more devoted role in Pokemon research like Burnet.

Some might ask what he was, in the grand scheme of things. Chasing the thrill of combat while having an honest interest in Pokemon moves should be tough, right? He would always answer truthfully.

Why not be both?

He was Kukui, the Masked Royal and he was also Kukui, the Pokemon Professor.

Though no one knew of the former and the Alolan was currently studying to become the latter.

It wasn't impossible, but it was taxing to travel the world to meet the various fighters and researchers of every region. It allowed for wisdom and insight, however, and he would often hear through word of mouth about the Pokemon League. It was an amazing concept. The idea of a champion sounded so cool to him. Alola deserved a champion.

He had a vested interest in having one in his home. Research of both the organization and Pokemon moves would often occupy his thoughts. The professor-in-training would read the comings and goings of the many conferences that were held and knew of the many promising trainers that surfaced to challenge the league.

So when he saw Diantha, the dazzling actress that stole the hearts of her people, he was surprised. When he saw Cynthia, the famous trainer that took the world by storm, that surprise became awe. Kukui was downright breathless when Red, the enigmatic trainer that fans whispered about in excitement, stepped out of the school.

Oh my Arceus.

A myriad of questions swam in his mind. What were they doing here? Could he ask for a battle? Could he battle all three of them? Could he have some tips? Could he take a look at the Greninja that threw that gigantic shuriken? That was not an average Water Shuriken!

He slapped his face and brought himself back to the real world. They were still here. Wow. They were real.

Just wait 'til Burnet hears about this!

Luckily, he didn't have to do much because while the two women were talking to the students, Red noticed him and waved. Kukui didn't know when his feet walked toward the trainer. All he knew was that he saw an opportunity and he took it.

"Alola," the man offered his hand. "I'm Red."

"Alola!" He took the offer and shook firmly. "Kukui."

Red smiled at his appearance. "You look a little too young to be a professor."

It was a reasonable assumption to make. Despite the lab coat, his youth betrayed him. "That's because I'm not one. Not yet anyway," he scratched his head, "I'm in training."

"Must be hard work."

"It is, but I wouldn't trade it for the world." To learn from the wise and powerful Hala and the intelligent and experienced Samson was an honor he was absolutely blessed to have. "It can get quite busy, exhausting even, but I can't imagine myself being anything else. Some things are just worth it, you know?"

"I could imagine." His words seemed to have brightened up the trainer. "With that attitude, I'm sure you'll do great."

"I appreciate it," Kukui beamed from his heartfelt words, "It's not every day you get encouragement from a trainer that almost conquered the Pokemon League!"

The black-haired man wasn't surprised at all, though he raised an eyebrow at his declaration. "You've heard of me."

"Anyone interested in the league would know of you," he said, "I saw your latest match. That Greninja is absolutely fascinating. I would love to meet it." The scientific community was quite enamored with the amphibious shinobi ever since its showing at the Lumiose Conference, Sycamore and Rowan especially. He was no exception. That gigantic shuriken was a mystery waiting to be discovered.

"I do have him with me," Red showed his pokeball. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing some new faces. That's what we're here for anyway." He lowered the pokeball. "We're taking a break after the last conference."

It was as if a Thunderbolt struck his heart at that moment. It nearly skipped a beat!

"Are you sure?" The battler within him was stoked to see such a strong Pokemon while the researcher in his mind was ready to spew out a thousand different questions. "N-Not that I am saying no or anything." He laughed, scratching the back of his head. "Just know that once I get to meet with the guy, there'll be No Retreat!"

On second thought, he shouldn't have asked. What if he decided to change his mind?

Red laughed, from either the move-related pun or from his sudden shift in behavior, he had no clue. His worries were put to rest when the trainer easily agreed. "I'm sure, but in exchange, why don't you show us around Alola?"

"That's no problem at all," Kukui said, "I know a lot of cool places. You wouldn't believe the beauty of Alola, especially on a Sunny Day. I bet you'll be Astonish-ed by some of the things here. It'll be a Gigavolt Havoc of a good time!"

There was silence before Red's lips twitched upward at the attempt. "You finished?"

"Too much?"

"A little bit."

"Ouch. That hurt more than an All-Out Pummeling."

Red groaned.

XXX

A new region, a new look.

It was a saying Diantha liked to say a lot and it was that reasoning that lead to Cynthia's current situation. The Sinnoh native sat on one of the benches of the Hau'oli City Shopping Mall. It was one of the first places that the actress insisted they head to the moment they stepped into Melemele Island.

She couldn't deny its importance. While she did pack up beforehand, there were a few things she wouldn't mind purchasing for herself so she didn't put up much of a fight when the star of Kalos suggested it. She was looking forward to it, all things considered.

While she liked her usual style, the long-sleeved black and dark grey clothing could get a bit hot in some cases. She would need something more fit for tropical weather.

She would need something to compliment her looks. Something that Red would like.

She paused.

In a purely platonic sense, of course. She didn't feel threatened at all whenever Diantha showed off all her fancy dresses or whenever the girl gets physically close to her Re-rival. Rival. Yeah, that. Yes. Of course.

"Are you alright?"

And she clearly didn't yelp when Red appeared beside her, tilting his head in befuddlement at her behavior. "Y-Yes," Cynthia cleared her throat. "Just thinking of things."

"Oh?" Red set down the bag of his own purchases and sat beside her. "What kind of things?"

"Clothing," Cynthia decided that a portion of the truth was better than lies, "It's hard to decide."

"I guess we can't all be like Diantha," Red laughed. She joined in. That much was obvious. The actress could be seen going from place to place, finding and taking what she desired with an ease that she was envious of. The girl knew what she wanted. It was admirable. "I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure you'd look good in anything."

Her cheeks darkened at his words. Leave it to him to say the nicest things. Cynthia needed a distraction before she exploded from embarrassment. "W-Well, how about you? Found anything you like?"

"Just a few things," Red smiled, taking out a new hat which he plopped on Pikachu's head. It was similar in style to his old one, red and black with a white pokeball design. Her rival always did tend to stick with similar themes though she couldn't say much herself. She did the same. "I'm not that into fashion so I just pick what I'm comfortable with."

"I'm sure it'll suit you regardless," Cynthia nudged him playfully on the shoulder, "You have a distinct style," she said, "and Pikachu would make it work anyways. He could rock any look."

Red sighed when Pikachu nodded in agreement. He grinned good-naturedly, "Can't argue with that. Still, we really should find something for you too."

"You don't need to worry about it."

"You've barely touched a single piece of clothing since we got here," Red mentioned. "I am pretty sure Diantha filled up three bags since."

"Maybe I should stick with what I'm currently wearing."

"Diantha wouldn't allow it," Red chuckled.

"I am not like her," she sighed.

"You are not," Red agreed. "You're Cynthia Shirona, future champion of Sinnoh. I'd be worried if you were anyone else." He gave her a small nudge. She started at the touch but turned to see him staring at her warmly. "Just be you."

Her cheeks burned as she shyly smiled at his heartfelt words. He always knew what to say. It could be so unfair sometimes. She looked away before giving a slight nod. "Okay," her tone was light before speaking louder when an idea popped into her mind, "but you're coming with me."

Red coughed. "Why?"

"To help me pick, of course."

"I'm not sure why you would want my opinion," Red replied, "I'm not exactly a fashionista."

"On the contrary, your opinion matters the most." He tilted his head in confusion, but she ignored it as she stood up, pulling her rival along with her. Yes. This would do. She remembered a beautiful sky blue sleeveless shirt that she considered moments ago. Maybe she could show it to him and let him judge it for her.

In the back of her mind, she already knew what he was going to say.

I'm sure you'd look good in anything.

He really needed to watch his words sometimes. He could give a girl the wrong idea.

XXX

Meeting an island kahuna was a different experience from any gym leader or Elite Four Cynthia ever met.

Days passed and Red's new friend helped introduce them to the first of the four that they had to challenge to complete the island trials.

There was just something about them that radiated a different aura of power. Gym leaders were varied, their might tested and proven through a myriad of challenges. They could be anything, from gardeners to miners to scientists. The Elite Four above them felt even grander. They were pillars of support that held the entire region together. They were the elite of the elite, the final roadblock before challenging the strongest trainer of the land. Their origins and how they came to be were all different.

The island kahunas were similar, but they held something completely unique to them.

They were chosen for the role. The legendary guardians that breathed life into Alola picked them to reign over an entire island's trials. Their might and majesty were ever-present throughout the region and their title was held until their final breaths. It was fascinating to Cynthia to learn about a culture so distinct from the many places she had been to.

And she had been to a lot of places.

As they walked with Hala, an old but hearty man, to the ruins along with his two apprentices, Kukui and Guzma, she could see the wisdom in his eyes. He must have experienced a lot. Fought a lot too, considering his title.

Kahunas apparently couldn't refuse the role once given. How interesting!

"So you've seen Tapu Koko before?" Diantha's eyes roved around the ancient stone that was coming into view. She wasn't the only one. Cynthia analyzed it with a keener eye. This place must have been so old! It excited her.

"I have," Hala confirmed. He released a boisterous laugh as they reached the entrance to the Ruins of Conflict. "I can still remember it clear as day. Tapu Koko's magnificence was far beyond any Pokemon I have ever met. A legendary in the flesh."

"It must have been something to behold," the actress continued.

"It was," the kahuna said, "Our legendary Pokemon are considered more active than some of the ones in other regions, I've heard. Nonetheless, I didn't expect to meet with the island guardian at all in my lifetime. When it chose me to become the next kahuna, well, I couldn't believe it!"

"So the possibility of seeing it is still nonexistent," Diantha sighed with feigned sadness, "and here I was hoping to see Tapu Koko during my tenure here."

Hala chuckled, "Who knows? The guardian deities work in mysterious ways."

"Have you two seen Tapu Koko?" Cynthia directed the question to Hala's two apprentices.

"Other than some pictures, no," Kukui said. He scratched his chin. "Believe me, I've tried, but Pokemon like that won't show itself unless it wants to be seen."

Guzma clicked his tongue before sighing and shaking his head. "I haven't."

"Even when you can't see them, it doesn't mean that they aren't here," Red said, much to the surprise of Hala, "They watch over the islands of Alola. They tend to appear when needed."

"Why yes, young man," Hala looked at the trainer with intrigue, "The Tapus have always been like this. I imagine the legendaries of your regions are much different."

"The ones in Kalos are rarely if ever seen," Diantha nodded, "Some don't even believe that they are real."

"Ours are ingrained in Sinnoh's history," Cynthia added, "but it would be a lie to say that they are as active as the ones here. Alola is so different. It's amazing." She meant it. To know that their guardian deities were active participants in the island trials and the crowning of their leaders made it so interesting.

"I'm happy you think of Alola so fondly," Hala grinned before revealing the walkway which lead to the brightly colored altar at the end. "This is where we pray to Tapu Koko. Why don't you try it yourself? While Tapu Koko may not appear before us, I am sure it will hear our prayers."

"Thank you," Cynthia smiled. "I'll happily do it."

"It would be an honor," Diantha said.

Red didn't answer, but he smiled and nodded in thanks as they walked up to the meticulously clean altar. It was the tidiest part of the ruins, which wasn't a surprise to Cynthia. Despite the historic significance of the site - and by Arceus, she wanted nothing more than to inspect it - the place was still being used by the people here.

They began their prayer, following Hala's lead in the small ceremony. Cynthia couldn't help but notice how natural Red looked as he joined the kahuna. He looked so peaceful and his movements felt so practiced. Pikachu never looked happier. It was mesmerizing. She had to force herself to look away when the others closed their eyes in prayer. She followed suit, praying for good fortune for herself and those around her.

Zip.

She didn't expect her prayers to be answered so soon!

FWOOSH.

She almost missed it.

Her hair stood up as blinding electric currents surged through the ruins. Guzma and Kukui gasped as they spun at the sound of lightning. Her eyes widened. No way. The rest shifted to look at the source. She joined them.

Majestic. Exotic. Noble.

Those were the first three words that cropped up in her mind when she saw the floating electric deity. It was like no legendary she ever read about. It didn't have the almighty aura of divinity that was recorded in Sinnoh's texts or the inspiring warmth she felt when she first saw Ho-Oh. No, this was a completely different beast. Its form implied protection. Its colors showcased beauty and force.

Its presence demanded respect.

Even Hala seemed surprised at the legendary's presence and he'd seen him plenty of times before. "Tapu Koko."

The electric-type didn't deign to respond to the kahuna, instead preferring to regard the group with something akin to curiosity. She used that time to engrave the legendary into her memory. This might be her only time to see it and she wasn't going to pass it up!

The room flashed yellow as it reappeared in front of them. They jumped at the sudden movement. Tapu Koko passed them and instead tapped onto her rival's chest softly with its massive claws before backing off to the walkway of the ruins. There was silence as their side watched the waiting electric fairy-type with confusion.

Guzma spoke what was in everyone's mind. "What just happened?"

Hala hummed, "I think it's requesting a Pokemon battle."

"You're kidding?" Guzma stared at Red and Tapu Koko with skepticism. In response to that, the legendary electric-type trilled in a challenging cry, sparks flying off of it with clear intensity. He flinched. "You're not kidding..."

"No way." Kukui's smile stretched across his face with excitement.

"Well, young man," Hala laughed as he patted the contemplative trainer on the back. "I cannot say I've seen this happen in all my years as a kahuna. What do you say? Care to fight our illustrious guardian?"

Red was silent as he regarded the situation. He turned to his faithful partner. "What do you think, Pikachu?" The mouse's cheeks sparked as he prepared to hop off Red's shoulder. The mouse's enthusiastic cry made the answer obvious. The trainer gazed back at the legendary with something Cynthia could only interpret as respect. "It's not every day you get to fight a legendary Pokemon. We accept, Tapu Koko."

FLASH!

The entire place was painted gold as intense electricity flowed throughout the battlefield. Pikachu was about to jump into battle but stopped as one of Red's pokeballs forced itself open. Cynthia raised a brow as the intruding Pokemon slammed into the ground with a defiant roar.

Stomp.

The outburst of wind from the beast's mere flap of its wings sent the party stumbling back. Such force! Cynthia took a moment to analyze the Pokemon. She knew this particular fighter for quite some time though she didn't have the honor of seeing him battle in person in years. What was he doing out?

The air around her became hotter. Cynthia's eyes widened.

Oh.

He wanted to fight.

XXX

Charizard reared his head up at the floating deity.

So this is one of Alola's gods?

Despite its size, the aura it presented was obvious. Power and grace combined to create electric divinity.

Impressive.

With experienced eyes, he studied his foe. The guardian was a warrior. Not a surprise. He was a warrior too. That wasn't a stretch to say by any means. It was often the norm for his kind. They rage, they fight, and they win. His evolutionary line demanded respect and those that earned it get a fighter that would battle tooth and claw for victory.

It was what attracted him to Red in the first place. He wasn't the first to notice and he wouldn't be the last. His trainer was just like him, and though he liked to hide it from the world, Charizard's eyes were keener than most.

His trainer, his friend, was fighting for something.

He didn't know what, but he didn't care. He had a reason to grow stronger. That was enough for him. He proved his strength. He earned his loyalty. There was a light at the end of the tunnel and the fire-type would do what was expected of him to help his trainer reach the end of that tunnel.

It didn't matter what it was and while some of his companions might ask, theorize, and wonder about Red's intentions, all Charizard would require of him was to point at the target. He'd do the rest.

He was a warrior, one loyal to his king.

And when his king was to go up against a foe so grand and almighty as this one, why not let his warrior be the vanguard? Wrath surged through him as plumes of smoke began leaking out of his mouth. He fought plenty of opponents for his trainer, but not many could claim to clash with a Pokemon of legendary status.

A Pokemon above Pokemon.

A suitable opponent to test his mettle.

"Charizard?" He turned to his trainer. Red studied him for a moment longer. "You want to battle?" He nodded. The man contemplated before sighing with feigned exasperation. Despite that, the grin on his trainer's face told the fire-type all that he needed to know. He would battle. Permission granted, he turned back to the threat before them.

The flame on his tail erupted as he roared his challenge towards the electric-type. Tapu Koko regarded him before nodding. Challenge received. Good.

VROOOOOM!

Wings blasted off like a rocket. Tapu Koko only had a moment to block the strike as Steel Wing crashed into the fairy-type with an ominous crack. Electrifying radiance danced with eruptive embers. It was an aerial power struggle. Flamethrowers collided with Discharge. Steel Wing met Steel Wing. None of it truly landed. His foe was like a wall, uncompromising and stalwart.

He was a fighter that battled and conquered the Elite Four yet this Pokemon met him measure for measure.

Good.

He would be disappointed otherwise.

Biting thunder empowered by electric terrain struck the flying-type like divine judgment. He crashed down. A god met a mortal and found it wanting. Giant claws grabbed the fire starter and slammed him into ancient rock. His body strained under mythological strength. He pushed back. Charizard rose and defied divine providence with unrelenting fire. The ground exploded from their clash.

Kanto's icon covered the entire battlefield with a Smokescreen. He swooped down with a vengeance, striking mercilessly into divine flesh. Alola's finest responded with a harsh Dazzling Gleam. His skin was scorched by fae energy. He sent back a Flamethrower to the face.

His allies called him many things.

Tyrant.

BOOM.

Berserker.

CRACK.

Monster.

SCHINK.

He wouldn't deny it. Always climbing to the top, always growing, he shed blood and tears to be where he was now. Even here, it was no different. The moment he sensed such an overwhelming foe, his instincts beckoned him to meet it. The strength before him befits a deity. This was a Pokemon that was on a level he had never faced before.

It excited him.

Like a rampaging beast, he braced for the tormenting Discharge. Skin charred but mind unbending, he crashed into Tapu Koko with wings of steel. He clasped onto the struggling legendary with both claws and threw him outside. Tapu Koko blocked another wave of unforgiving fire. That didn't matter. In an explosive rush, the fire-type closed the distance.

Charizard took a deep breath as the fresh Alolan sun caressed his skin. Perfect. With an open sky, the two flying foes struck with wild abandon. Gladiator met duelist. Berserking rage followed calm elegance. Monster challenged god.

Tapu Koko narrowed its eyes before rushing in with a Steel Wing. Charizard's claws caught it, his skin glowing as solar energy coalesced within his maws. Tapu Koko attempted to retreat.

He did not let it. His grip tightened even when electricity surged into his body. He ignored the pain.

Solar Beam met the legendary fairy point-blank.

BOOOOOOM!

He tossed his opponent to the Alolan soil and stomped on its body with ruthless fury. It did little as the guardian deity pushed back with no effort. Tapu Koko rose in the sky, calm and collected despite the relentless assault. It dawned on Charizard just what the extent of his opponent's power truly was when he saw minor damage on the skin of the legendary guardian.

CRACK!

Tapu Koko closed the distance in an instant. Charizard's reflexes saved him from the brunt of its assault. Instinct mitigated the barrage of steel.

Remember your training.

Smokescreen instantly came forth and the dragon-like Pokemon began bobbing and weaving through the relentless combination. Visions of his spars with his companions swam in his mind. The legendary was as strong as the mouse.

To anyone that did not know Pikachu, comparing the great guardian deity to a common Kanto rat may seem like an insult to the fairy-type.

But it was the opposite.

It was the greatest compliment!

He pushed Tapu Koko back with a furious swing of his tail before backing off to recuperate. The island guardian floated lower, slower, but still unflinchingly stable.

How troublesome.

Charizard took in a labored breath as he felt his body tire. He was taking more than he was dealing. Not ideal. He brought forth his entire arsenal and revealed all his strengths, but compared to a god, what could a mortal ever achieve against it? It should be an inevitable conclusion. Tapu Koko was a force of nature. It was like a mere soldier facing off against a storm. Hopeless.

He growled.

It didn't matter. His trainer trusted in his capabilities. He wouldn't fail that trust. What was the point of second-guessing one's predicament? There were no more questions, simply more action. He shouldn't ask himself if he could do it. He should instead ask what he could do about it.

Let it be said that his trainer never raised a quitter.

FWOOOM!

The flame on his tail grew larger as anger surged within his flesh. The air around him became hotter and Tapu Koko readied itself as Charizard's flames turned superheated. Pain turned to strength. Yes, with Blaze, he could do it. He could defeat a god.

Burn.

He was about to rush forth when a hand grabbed his shoulder. Harsh discipline took firm control of his instincts and his bloodlust was snuffed out in an instant. His trainer smiled at him before turning towards Tapu Koko. "I think that's enough. Any more and I fear that the forest around us is going to combust."

Charizard surveyed the area and noticed the craters and empty battlefield. The surrounding Pokemon must have fled at the sight of their conflict. Just from the brief scuffle between him and his foe, the trees nearby were close to collapsing.

How unfortunate.

Tapu Koko regarded his trainer before nodding. To Charizard's surprise, the legendary Pokemon also acknowledged him before vanishing with nigh impossible speed. As the adrenaline faded, Charizard grunted as he knelt to recover from the brief fight. Red took out a potion and began spraying it on the numerous wounds on his body. The beast barely registered the other humans that joined his trainer.

"I've never seen anything like it," Kukui rushed forward with an excited grin on his face. There were stars in the man's eyes. As he should. "That fight was as hot as an Inferno Overdrive. Wasn't it, Guzma?"

"It was cool," the man admitted.

"It is odd for Tapu Koko to request a battle like that," Hala hummed before staring at his trainer with a contemplative gaze, "He must have seen something that compelled it to test you."

"I'm just as surprised as the rest of you."

Charizard wasn't. He saw Red's potential when he was but a mere Charmander. Pokemon gravitated towards him for good reason. He commanded strength and wisdom in equal spades. He was exceptional despite what his trainer insisted. Just an ordinary trainer? He would deny that with the entirety of his being.

No, Charizard saw him for what he was.

Survivor. Warrior. Champion. He fights because of a goal and he'll join him when he reaches it.

He'd accept no less.

XXX

Kukui figured he understood Red a bit more with every passing day.

Their next stop took them to a place he was quite familiar with. The trio walked beside the Alolan as they took in the man-made creation with awe. It was an amazing sight with its pristine white features and complex architecture. Aether Paradise was one of the wonders of Alola, a technological splendor that sheltered and protected the region's Pokemon. Lusamine and her ilk did a lot of good here.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Kukui crossed his arms as they entered the conservation area. There was a sort of beauty to watching healthy and recovering Pokemon meander through here. Out of all the creations and facilities that Aether Paradise housed, this was his favorite.

"It is," Diantha said, staring with wide eyes. Some of their Pokemon were out with them. His Incineroar was accompanied by their Gardevoir, Garchomp, and Pikachu. "I've never seen anything like this before."

"The people at Aether Foundation want nothing but the best for our Pokemon," Kukui added, "They spare no expense. They're great people."

"That's some high praise," Red observed.

"Rightly deserved," Kukui smiled before noticing familiar white hair and dark skin in the distance. The sight of the woman working alongside a Munchlax did some crazy things to his heart. He ignored the feeling. "And here's one of the people that are responsible for that." The woman turned to see them. He waved at her. "Cynthia, Diantha, Red, this is Burnet."

"Kukui," Burnet perked up at his presence. "I wasn't expecting you here."

"Sorry for coming uninvited."

"Nonsense," Burnet shook her head, "You're always welcome in Aether Foundation. You know how much Lusamine respects your work."

"And I am eternally grateful for it," he acknowledged before pointing at the trio behind him. "I want to introduce a few people to you. I promised to give them a tour of Alola and thought Aether Paradise would be a great stop." The three shook the researcher's hand.

"It's great to meet all of you," Burnet smiled.

"Burnet's one of the leading researchers on Ultra Wormholes," Kukui explained, "She's a prodigy in the field. The president of the foundation personally recruited her. She practically revolutionized Ultra Wormhole technology."

"I wouldn't say that," Burnet laughed, "Lusamine was impressed with my work and wanted an extra opinion. I had a few ideas, but nothing revolutionary."

"Nothing revolutionary, she says," Kukui mimicked, "She's the youngest researcher in Aether Foundation. A lot of the new tech has her name on it."

Burnet rolled her eyes at his praise. "Now you're just flattering me."

"Nothing that I said was untrue."

"I-I suppose not." Despite the reluctance in her tone, the researcher's smile only grew. He admired her humility, but she deserved every credit for the things she'd done. They heard a man clear their throat. Red gave them a knowing look. Cynthia and Diantha laughed as the two Alolan natives immediately looked away. Haha...

Burnet coughed lightly, "Well, I suppose I can help show you the full Aether Paradise experience."

"Are you sure?" Kukui asked. "I know you're normally busy and I can handle something as trivial as this."

"I'm sure," she nodded, "I was mostly done anyway and between you and me, I do know the place better."

He was close to protesting, but stopped at the look on her face. He knew that look. It was the face of a woman that wasn't going to take no for an answer. He had to learn that the hard way over the years. He sighed. "Be my guest."

Burnet was quick to take the lead, explaining in much more detail the purpose and methods of Aether Paradise. Kukui could do nothing but smile and follow the group as his best friend was quick to take control of the situation. The two men were behind the women, content to allow the ladies to talk amongst themselves. Her quick transition from cheerful to professional and then back to cheerful was something to behold. What a woman.

He paused when he noticed Red and Pikachu staring at something in the distance. A blonde girl was happily playing with some of the Pokemon in the conversation area. Ah, he must be curious.

"That's Lillie," Kukui piped up. Red responded with only a nod, refusing to let his eyes off of the girl. "Lusamine's daughter. I believe she's visiting Aether Paradise today along with her brother, Gladion. A smart little girl. She loves Pokemon."

"She's touching them."

The researcher tilted his head at that random observation. Lillie was petting a Rattata. "I suppose she is."

They kept walking and Red eventually turned away. The man seemed lost in thought. Pikachu, himself, had a similar look. Before he could bring it up, however, the trainer's expression changed within an instant and his contemplative nature became one of sly amusement. "So about Burnet."

Kukui blinked before eyeing him suspiciously. "What about her?"

"Do you like her?"

What?!

"That came out of nowhere!" Kukui choked before rapidly turning to look at the group of girls ahead of them. They didn't hear him, thank the Tapus. He focused his attention back on the trainer. "Where is this coming from?"

"Simple observations mostly, and I'll take that as a yes," Red continued and that secret smile of his made the professor-in-training wince. Kukui laughed nervously. "You two are not together?"

"No," he muttered before glaring at the grinning man. "She's too busy for a relationship anyway. It wouldn't work out. Maybe later, when things are more stable, I'd ask her, but I wouldn't want to burden her with me when her career is just starting to blossom."

"She made time for you."

"She was done with her work. We were just lucky."

Red's deadpan expression told him what he thought of that. "Right."

"Why are we talking about my love life?" Kukui huffed. "You're the one in a love triangle."

"I'm in no such thing."

"Don't tell me you cannot see it," he crossed his arms. He refused to believe that he couldn't. Anyone with two working eyes could see it! Even Pikachu nodded at Kukui's words. It was so obvious! When he received no response, he continued, "Seriously? A Pokemon can be stuck in a Smokescreen and they can still see it!"

"What're you two talking about?" His outburst caught the attention of the others. Cynthia, Burnet, and Diantha turned to look at the duo with curiosity. Kukui's exclamations were stopped in their tracks as he glanced at Red. The trainer returned his glance. An understanding was made between them.

"Oh, stuff," Kukui placed an arm around Red and his face brightened when an idea popped into his head, "Just pointing out some of the things here and their abilities. We were talking about a Pokemon ability called Oblivious."

Red rolled his eyes in good fun. "Kukui really knows his stuff. He's quite knowledgeable on Pokemon abilities despite being an expert on Pokemon moves."

"Why thank you, Red."

"Speaking of Pokemon moves, we also talked about some of the ones Kukui personally studied. Like Attract, Captivate, and Cute Charm." Kukui choked on his spit. "He seems to intimately know its effects. He's quite studious."

"T-Thank you, Red."

"That's Kukui for you," Burnet commented with pride. "His research on Pokemon moves is second to none."

The professor-in-training was grateful for the praise, but he winced at her words, especially when Red chuckled at the researcher's declaration. Ugh. With the disaster evaded, the group continued on their tour of Aether Foundation. The Alolan native was content to let things proceed as it were, trusting Burnet to lead them better than he ever could.

He watched Red's interactions with his two traveling companions throughout it all, curious as to whether his friend's words ring true. Kukui was honest when he spoke earnestly with the man. The three had a peculiar relationship that puzzled him. It didn't help Red's case whenever he interacted with the two during their time here. At the end of the day, when it was all said and done, Kukui reached his conclusion.

Either this man is incredibly dense or he's refusing to acknowledge it.

XXX

Weeks passed and they began their attempt at the island trials. They were different from the general gym affair she was used to, but she couldn't say she hated it. It was a refreshing take on combat and she genuinely enjoyed the idea of meeting and fighting the island kahunas.

The Z-moves set them apart from the rest. She looked at the Fightnimum Z given to her from Hala before glancing at Red and Diantha who were also inspecting their own Z-crystals.

They were practicing Z-moves. Her Lucario waited respectfully as she practiced the required movements. They were still sluggish and unrefined. She glanced at the others beside her. Diantha and her Hawlucha were doing a much better job, but she kind of expected that considering her profession.

"Need some help?" Red walked toward her, his Emboar in tow. He was the first to finish among the trio. She wasn't surprised to see him master the motions quickly. He stumbled initially, of course, but he quickly got into the groove of it.

"I wouldn't mind," Cynthia relaxed as he began fixing her stance. She tried again. Her moves were still awkward. She hummed in contemplation. "This is going to take some getting used to."

"You'll get the hang of it in time." Red smiled as he let Emboar join up with Pikachu, Rowlet, Litten, and Primeape. "Practice it enough and it becomes muscle memory."

"Is that how you got it so quickly?"

Red thought for a moment, "In a way, you could say that. I did have some help from Kukui."

"I shouldn't be surprised." It did make sense. Kukui's expertise in the subject was equal to none. He truly had a passion for it. "He does have a fascination with Pokemon moves. Z-moves must be his most studied subject."

"It is," the raven-haired trainer laughed fondly, "he's a great teacher."

The way he said those words tickled Cynthia's mind. It held great admiration and something more. She learned to get used to that when around him, but it never failed to make her curious. They talked some more, letting him guide her as they tried to get the Z-moves to work.

She briefly noted that a lot of the dances she saw from the natives held the same motions for the special techniques. It was enlightening. When she said so, the man nodded.

"Of course," Red said, "Alola incorporated Z-moves into their culture. It is a special part of their life, a sacred tradition passed down for generations. The relationship they have with the flora and fauna here is harmonious. That translates to Z-moves. The synchronicity between trainer and Pokemon is a major factor. It's not just you that is taking part in the Z-move. Lucario has an equal part in this."

Cynthia opened her mouth in understanding before turning towards her long-time Pokemon. Lucario nodded and straightened himself. Her fighting-type always listened to her rival's words. Lucario held great respect for him ever since their first meeting as Riolu. It was curious, but it never led them astray so far.

"Get in sync with your Pokemon." They did so. After a moment of scrutiny, Red nodded in approval. "Now try."

Here goes nothing.

Cynthia and Lucario began their movements. She could feel the Z-crystal resonating as she connected with her Pokemon. Power pooled outward and she felt her breath leave her when fighting energy coalesced into her steel-type. Lucario released a series of punches, each strike growing stronger until the orb of Z-power manifested into an orange fist.

FOOOM!

Sand blew everywhere as the hand zoomed past the field before fading away. Her eyes widened before she laughed in excitement.

Success!

"Red, did you see that?!" She hugged Red in victory.

"I did, Cynthia." The amused tone did little to falter her enthusiasm.

"Now we just have to keep doing it until we're perfect." She let go before turning to Lucario, who crossed his arms in pride at his work. "We got a lot of work to do." Lucario, her ever dutiful guardian, didn't bat an eye and readied again.

"Don't overdo it," Red reminded her.

"Right."

They trained until dusk.

XXX

Living with Red was a completely different experience from traveling with him. It was odd to have a stationary place to stay after traveling for so long, but she couldn't deny that the novelty was refreshing.

Situated near Samson Oak's academy, the cabin was a homely abode crafted of wood and stone. It was fitting for a tropical destination and she certainly didn't mind living here for a year. It was different from staying in Pokemon Centers or camping in the wilderness. They had a kitchen! They had their own bedrooms! She shouldn't be surprised, but she was!

When was the last time she had such an arrangement for anything more than a month? Before she started her journey. That amazed her.

"It's different, isn't it?"

Cynthia perked up when she noticed Red appear from the bathroom, hair still dampened from the shower. Pikachu joined him atop his shoulders as both partner and trainer basked in the morning air. She moved slightly from the couch to let him sit next to her. He obliged. "It is." Cynthia smiled. "I can't say I hate it though."

"After traveling for so long, having a place to call home for a bit is refreshing," her rival lightly laughed. "It's an odd feeling, but it's not bad."

"I'm sure you'll get used to it in time," Cynthia chirped, "What were you planning to do today?"

"I was thinking of traini-"

Of course.

"Nope."

Red paused at her sudden interruption. He gave her an odd look. "Nope?"

"Nope," Cynthia nodded. "You can train later, but not today. We're here to enjoy ourselves, remember?" This was a perfect opportunity. With Diantha gone to prepare for her movie, she had Red all to herself. She was not going to waste it! "I didn't come with you to Alola just for the island trials."

"Says the woman who spent an entire day to get Z-moves right, but a fair point," Red conceded. She mumbled at that. It was entirely an accident. "That leaves the matter of what we're doing still up in the air though."

"We'll go out," her response was swift. It only made sense. She made plans for this. "We'll explore the city, eat, walk, watch a movie or two, maybe take a swim." She began noticing that everything she said could be mistaken for a date, but she ignored it. It had been so long since she'd been with Red so it was only reasonable that she would want to be with him. "Just for today."

"You got it all figured out." Her rival blinked in surprise before laughing softly. "Guess I'll tag along then. It sounds fun."

"Good," Cynthia dragged Red with her. The boy's smile was infectious and she couldn't help but mirror it. "Then let's head off. A day just for the two of us."

"Alright," Red agreed, "Lead the way."

Pikachu gave the two of them a thumbs-up on their way out. She did not want to think about what that meant.

XXX

To Cynthia, the idea of relaxing meant a few things. She liked being around her Pokemon. She was in her element when she trained with them, bonding with her team as each day was another step toward their goal of becoming champions.

She enjoyed a good ice cream. She enjoyed calling her family, to speak with her parents, her sister, and her grandma. She loved a good book, and whenever she encountered ancient ruins on her journey, she found joy in that too. She could even find relaxation in battle. The blood-pumping close calls and the cheer of the crowd became something of a small pleasure as she grew stronger.

But there was something different whenever she was with Red.

She felt safe in his presence. Cynthia wondered if he ever felt the same way. Just as how she would rely on him, she wanted to convey that he could do the same with her.

"Where are we going first?"

"There's a movie I wanted to see."

"Really?" Red blinked in surprise. "I've never taken you for a movie person."

"I like some," she defended. She usually was too busy to enjoy movies, but that didn't apply now. "I do enjoy a good romance from time to time."

He nodded. "I've always preferred an action flick myself."

"That's actually great," Cynthia smiled, "The one I wanted to watch has both, I heard."

Red stared at her in confusion. That confusion turned to suspicion the moment they stepped inside the cinema and soon enough, confusion transformed into horror. She tilted her head cutely as she bought the tickets and snacks. He stared hard at the ticket handed to him and the growing dread that was clear on his face eventually shifted into a resigned sigh.

"I should have expected this." Tickets to The Princess and the Froakie were prominent in his hands. Cynthia giggled as he avoided eye contact with some of the people around them who began pointing in his direction. It wasn't hard to see the resemblance between him and the main character shown in some of the promotional posters around the theaters.

"Aren't you curious to see the movie you've starred in?"

"Not really," Red grinned wryly.

"Well I do," she smiled back, "You always seem to find yourself roped into something. I might as well see what you've been up to on the big screen."

"Life of an adventurer is often unpredictable."

"That doesn't inspire me with confidence."

Red paused to think about it before giving a small smirk. "Fair point."

"The movie's about to start," Cynthia nudged him playfully. "Let's go."

He sighed but didn't object. They headed to their seats. It wasn't a lie when she said that she was genuinely curious about the movie. She wondered just how well he did. Diantha mentioned once that he did a great job for a beginner.

When the movie showed Red's face, she couldn't help but crack a smile as her rival mumbled beside her. He grabbed some popcorn and threw it into his mouth.

Come now, Red. You look handsome in that shot.

He made a great hero.

XXX

"You're really into that kiss, huh, Red?"

"It was just acting, Cynthia."

"Uh-huh," her words oozed faux understanding. Her eyes twitched as the movie continued, "Diantha's definitely enjoying it."

"She's a great actress."

"Acting, right."

XXX

Rowlet had a lot to understand about her trainer.

It was somewhat shocking, to be perfectly honest. Red's Pokemon, in many ways, knew much about him, but there were also things that they didn't know. As each year's team was left to join the other veterans, stories were shared about the tales they had in every region. His Pokemon got to know more about him through everyone's individual experiences.

Rowlet was the newest member of her flock, but she had the distinct honor of meeting the seasoned warriors of Red's past early. The owl learned much from the varied personalities that were willing to offer them.

The adventures he had in the past regions left her, Rockruff, and Litten in wonder. The tales they told depicted the raven-haired man as a fine traveler that met so many different Pokemon and faced so many different trainers.

When Palpitoad, Leavanny, and Serperior told of their antics in Unova, of the battles they had against a criminal organization, she was glued to her seat to listen to it. When Pidgeot, Butterfree, and Venusaur chipped in about Red's younger years when he saved an entire ship from the clutches of Team Rocket, she took it all in like a Magikarp to water.

Feraligatr claimed that they saw a legendary Pokemon in Johto! Garchomp mentioned fighting the champion of Unova!

It was almost too crazy to believe that she was with a trainer like that. Blastoise called him a trouble magnet. He could attract the oddest of things.

She accepted that halfheartedly at first. After all, from the admiration they all had for their trainer, she assumed that they exaggerated their stories to make their trainer look better. When she said so when meeting Unfezant for the first time, the fellow bird trilled in amusement.

It will only be a matter of time.

Her words made Rowlet wary. What could possibly happen in Alola? Her trainer himself admitted that they were just there to do the trials and take a break from their efforts of conquering the Pokemon League. It was a year to unwind.

Then he battled Tapu Koko this year and all of her doubts were dashed away.

She really was with a trainer like that. How amazing.

She followed her seniors, Dewott and Boldore, through Melemele City. Alongside her, Litten and Rockruff followed them like two freshly hatched Duckletts. She supposed the awe never left them, even after hanging out with such strong Pokemon frequently. Rowlet knew that the three of them had a lot to live up to. They were among some impressive folks!

Boldore watched over them like a stoic protector. The rock-type diligently took care of his juniors while Red was away and the owl was grateful for the responsible Pokemon since Dewott was more chill and carefree with his guardianship.

Dewott paused and raised his hand to stop them. Rowlet tilted her head in confusion before noticing what was in front of them. His trainer stood side by side with that friendly woman, Cynthia, she recalled. Another thing she noticed about her worthwhile trainer was his close connection to her.

She once asked if the two were courting.

She received a great variety of answers from her flock.

Yes, Snorlax, Kingler, Tauros, and other like-minded individuals adamantly insisted.

No, were the words of comrades like Goodra, Hawlucha, and Noivern.

Maybe, from those like Buizel, Glalie, and Torkoal.

It was one of the few things that many in her flock seemed to be unsure about. From her observations, the two definitely had a special bond. What kind of bond was the question. Dewott sneakily ran towards them and the rest followed. She assumed they were currently in an odd courting ritual of sorts. They were dressed well. That usually meant they wanted to impress the other, right? Sometimes that wasn't the case. Humans could be weird sometimes.

"I heard that it takes months to make a reservation here," Rowlet heard Red comment as they neared the duo. The owl glanced and noticed a rather high-end restaurant nearby. Her trainer stared at Cynthia with curiosity. "How'd you make this happen?"

"It wasn't originally my first pick," the blonde admitted, "I called to see if it was even possible, but apparently the owner's a big fan of mine and offered to make some room for us. I accepted, of course."

"People from other regions are already recognizing you," Red noted with a teasing tone, "You're getting quite famous."

Cynthia rolled her eyes, "As if you have any right to talk, Prince of Celestic."

"Ouch. The Princess of Sinnoh has thorns." He opened the door for her and the two walked in. Rowlet thought that was it for them. She was content to give the two their privacy, but Dewott had other plans. Immense curiosity got the best of the water-type and he began sneaking into the establishment.

What?

Rowlet turned to Boldore for some help. The rock-type seemed to have had enough of the Unova starter's tomfoolery and held back Litten and Rockruff from joining in. Thank the Tapus for him. It didn't take long for Dewott to get caught.

He was kicked out nigh instantly.

Dewott didn't take it lying down and began finding another way to get inside the restaurant. She watched on in amusement. It was good that such situations occurred, she supposed. For all their might and battling prowess, for all their statuses as conquerors and heroes, the fact that her flock could let loose and enjoy themselves like this reassured her of Red's character.

He might be a traveler with grand tales of adventure, but he still enjoyed the smaller things in life. From the way her flock built him up, he felt larger than life, but it was nice to see him spend time as any normal teenager should.

And Dewott was kicked out of the restaurant again.

The owl sighed.

XXX

As the day moved on, they would enter a familiar routine. They enjoyed a lot of what Alola had to offer. They watched a few more movies, enjoyed the exotic cuisine only found on these islands, and sat beside each other, wet and laughing, after experiencing the tropical beaches that made Alola so special. It was a wonderful memory that Cynthia would treasure for the rest of her days.

There was still more she wanted to experience with him, and as the sun began to set, the blonde smiled as she poked her rival in the cheeks. He turned his gaze away from the setting sun to look at her curiously. They were both still in their swimwear, covered by warm, dry towels.

"Ready to go?" Red's question prompted her to shake her head.

"There's one more thing I want to do today."

"You really did plan this out," he observed, "what else is there to do?"

"There's a festival going on in Hau'oli City tonight," Cynthia said, "I heard that it's an experience to remember."

Red's eyes widened in surprise before nodding with a small smile. She took his hand and got up. They grabbed their things and prepared for the trip. Their experience here was already doing them some good. It might have been because of the serene atmosphere that permeated the region's nightlife. Alola's culture was as fluid as the oceans around them. There was a certain harmony here that the other regions didn't have. Everything felt like it had a reason.

The constant push and pull of the waves brought new things to its shores, the diverse Ride Pokemon kept the people connected, and every single motion that trainers wrought in battle held purpose and focus. She learned a good thing or two from it. Her skills as a battler adapted and improved to the new challenges the region brought.

They blended old traditions into their everyday life. From someone that originated from Sinnoh, she loved it.

"Where did you hear about this?"

"Kukui mentioned it in passing."

Red laughed at that. "Of course he did."

When they reached the festival and noticed how the people danced to music uniquely their own, she could see where such motions inspired Alola's Z-moves. She planned to simply watch the people dance and maybe enjoy the food and fireworks. It felt like a fine way to end the day.

Red disagreed.

"May I have this dance?"

Her eyes widened when she noticed him offer his hand. She looked at it for a moment before smiling nervously. "I'm not that good at dancing."

"Neither am I," he gently took her hand and she willingly followed him into the dance floor. Her eyes focused solely on his as they were pulled close to each other, "but when has that ever stopped us?"

It never did.

They joined up with the other tourists and natives as they tried to match the beat of the music. They weren't that good. She lost count of the number of times they stepped on each other's feet. They laughed at their own mistakes. They didn't need to be perfect. This wasn't a battle where a single flaw could cost them a match. It was just two people having fun. It was a heady feeling. Despite the crowd, they were in their own world.

He spun her around, his grin growing when he caught her before she tumbled. She giggled when he almost tripped as he pulled her back and before she knew it, she had her arms around him. It was chaotic. It was unrefined. It wasn't majestic at all. She didn't care.

They were enjoying themselves and that was all that mattered.

"Thank you for today." Despite the noise of the crowd, she could hear his words clearly.

"You look like you needed it," Cynthia said. She gave him a pout when he laughed. "Don't deny that you were going to Alola just for the island challenges, Red. I know what goes on in that head of yours."

"Clearly," Red acquiesced, holding her gently as they began matching the change in music. She briefly noted the slower shift in tone. "Still, I do owe you for this. I'll find somewhere nice and we coul-"

"You don't owe me anything, Red." Her hands found their way to his neck. Her body shivered when she noticed his hands on her hips. "I did this because I wanted to. I'm not expecting anything back for it. I had fun too."

He nodded, "I'll still do it anyway." She was about to protest before she caught her breath when he pulled her closer. "Because I want to. I don't expect anything back either, Cynthia."

His lips were so invitingly close.

She tried to find something else to focus on.

Warm, amber eyes that she could drown in...

Strong, firm arms that hugged her close to his body...

...

That's not working!

The rushing of her blood drowned the noise. The temptation to wet her lips grew with each passing second. Would he notice it? Every second felt like minutes. The distance between them was almost zero. She could close the gap between them with but a nudge. He smelled of the ocean and electricity. Why did she find that so attractive?

FWOOOOOOOOOSH!

CRACKLE!

Before she did something that she would regret, Red separated from her at the sound of fireworks. The night sky was lit up with a variety of different colors. That observation was brief, however, for her thoughts were in complete disarray. She took a deep breath to calm her thundering heart.

She almost missed his words as her head was somewhere else completely. "Let's get a better view."

"Yeah, okay," she breathed. Her hands intertwined with his as he carefully navigated them out of the crowd and to a hill close by. It took a moment to regain her bearings but eventually found herself staring at the man as he watched in wonder at the beautiful lights that bathed them. He looked so handsome when he was in peace.

Definitely worth it.

She didn't notice that neither bothered to let go of the other's hand.

XXX

"How about this one?"

"Stunning."

"And this one?"

"Beautiful."

Diantha pouted as she put the two dresses back on the rack. "You know, Red, saying everything is good doesn't help me choose what to buy."

"You'll get both regardless of what I say," Red chuckled as he took Diantha's bags. They walked through Hau'oli City Mall after working on a scene for her latest film. He was with her today under her invitation. While not actively participating in her latest movie, she always found his company worthwhile.

"You know me so well."

"The consequence of my journey with you during Kalos," Red said, "and your habit of taking me everywhere with you in Alola."

"Now now, I bring Cynthia with me too," Diantha rebutted, "The girl could use a good shopping trip from time to time. Visiting Alolan ruins and studying its history is hardly the most relaxing thing in the world."

"She enjoys it."

"I learned that the hard way," she replied dryly. She remembered the moments when the Kalos star spent time with the Sinnoh native. She was passionate about her interests. Very passionate. It was a side she hadn't seen before. "You two are quite alike when it comes down to it. Tirelessly doing what you love."

"You're just as diligent, Diantha," Red followed her as she began inspecting another article of clothing. "Your work ethic when it comes to your job is on par." When she opened her mouth to argue, he continued, "Don't try to deny it. I've worked with you long enough to know. Even Kathi Lee agrees with me."

The star laughed softly before finally nodding to herself. She took a white beret she spotted with her. "I guess all three of us are similar in that regard."

"I don't think it's a bad thing."

"It's not," Diantha agreed, "in moderation. That's why I drag you and her around with me." She showed him a pretty black sundress. "What do you think of this one?"

"It looks good."

Diantha took it and continued, "I would like to get to know more about you too. I know you have ambitions of becoming a champion. Where are you going next after Alola? I heard Galar's a challenging region to undertake."

"I've never been to Galar," Red's expression showed one of genuine interest at the thought, but he shook his head, "but I was thinking of taking a page out of Cynthia's book and redo a previous region I've been to."

Oh? Diantha turned to him. "Which one?"

"I've always wanted to challenge Alder in a real match," Red replied. "I've fought him once before. He's tough and hardy, but I guess traveling for so long could do that to a person."

"Unova," Diantha said, "I've been there. Nimbasa and Castelia City were absolutely stunning. You'd make a wonderful champion."

"You have a lot of confidence in my abilities."

"Of course I do." She put a shirt back on the rack. She sent a teasing smile his way. "You defeated me and only the best can beat me. If the people that can challenge me are of the highest caliber then my losses look spectacular rather than diminishing. Wouldn't you agree?"

"How sly of you."

"I don't hear a no."

Red chuckled, "Those are some high bars to meet nonetheless."

"You'll meet them," she said. After learning more about him over the months, she knew he would. He had always been a reliable sort. It was one of the things she admired the most about him. "Though don't think just because you've beaten me once that it will happen again."

"Good," he said, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

They continued their small outing through Melemele City. She had to keep her wits about when around him. His competitive nature always lit a fire inside Diantha. Being by his side reminded her of why she wanted to be a champion. To be among the best in the world. Working on her career sometimes clouded her from that thought. Red made sure to take care of that every single time. It felt good.

If she wasn't careful, he'd sweep her off her feet. Not the most terrible fate in the world, but she figured Cynthia wouldn't be pleased.

XXX

Mentorship. To guide and teach those inexperienced through the wisdom of those their elder.

Torracat and Midday Lycanroc were sent flying. Dartrix let out a startled hoot as she blocked an incoming Leaf Blade. It was for naught as the owl didn't expect a large grassy tail to the face. The three landed on the soft sand of the Melemele beaches. Sceptile stared at his juniors as the trio struggled to rise.

His trainer asked him to train these three, confident of the sage's ability to further improve their potential.

He accepted, of course.

Sceptile deftly moved away from Torracat's Fire Fang before grabbing the cat and slamming the fire-type at a charging Lycanroc. He looked up to see Dartrix prepare a Brave Bird. She dived down. The radiating power of her Brave Bird was impressive. Not quite the power of his companion, Staraptor, but with enough training, it could very well be.

He threw Lycanroc at her.

The owl tried to stop herself to no avail.

BOOM!

The two fell back to the earth. Torracat tried a Crunch on his foot. Sceptile intercepted it with Dragon Pulse.

How impatient.

The three took deep breaths as they slowly recuperated from the grass-type's calm offense. They had plenty of power, but not a lot of control. It was quite obvious to see after his brief spar with them. He understood why his trainer chose him out of all his Pokemon. Among Red's mighty roster, he had the patience and control needed to teach these three the lesson Red wanted to give.

They needed to work together. Some of the trials required teamwork. If power alone wasn't enough to take on a foe, they needed to use every other advantage given to them. It was a hard lesson that Sceptile had to understand from his times with Pikachu during his Hoenn journey.

He waited for them to recover. Lycanroc was the first up, unsurprisingly. The wolf was the most energetic of the bunch, a stark contrast to the laziness of Torracat. When the dog charged in with Accelerock, he clashed with a rain of Bullet Seeds. The collision created a blanket of sand. It blocked the sage's vision.

Sceptile closed his eyes as he expanded his other senses. The Hoenn starter heard the rushing of fire and jumped up as the footprints of Torracat reached him.

Better. Create disadvantages for the opponent. They were thinking.

Unfortunately for them, Sceptile's senses were sharpened to a higher level than they were expecting.

His smell was telling him of nearing foliage; the scent of familiar feathers from above.

SMACK!

He only had a moment to block a Brave Bird that swooped down the moment he jumped. They used his opportunity in the air for an aerial dive, knowing the grass-type's ability to dodge was limited. Not bad. Dartrix could be very silent when needed to be.

He was pushed back, his body flying and twisting midair. Sceptile took a moment to process his predicament before instinctively landing on the sand with little trouble. He opened his eyes to stare.

Dartrix stood atop Lycanroc. Torracat was licking his bruises from the endeavor. Sceptile's eyes narrowed when the owl was whispering to her two companions. It must have been her strategy. They were beginning to understand the purpose of his training.

Color him impressed.

Best not to let them think they were winning, however. Another lesson Red taught him was to never celebrate until victory was completely assured. He blasted forward, sand kicking up from his mad dash to the three. They immediately scattered. Sceptile swerved to Dartrix, much to the owl's horror.

The sky couldn't protect her from Bullet Seed and Dragon Pulse. Cat and dog tried to keep him occupied. They failed without their leader. A stray seed caught Dartrix's wing and sent her tumbling to the ground. Sceptile took the opportunity to release a Leaf Blade and with one swoop, a single slash took the three of them out.

He released a breath as he walked toward them. They were good. Sceptile was about to complement their efforts when he noticed Dartrix's body puff into smoke.

Substitute.

The sage widened his eyes before spinning behind him to see the owl's own Leaf Blade cut through. Sceptile took the hit and retaliated with his own. When the Alolan starter dropped down, he took a moment to touch the shallow slash on his chest.

It was a desperate last stand. Dartrix kept the move hidden from him for a moment like this. The Leaf Blade could use some work, however. It could be sharper, better, faster. He glanced back at his three beaten companions.

"What do you think of them?" Sceptile focused his attention on his returning trainer. Pikachu waved at him. The grass-type shrugged before nodding. "You're impressed? That's good." His trainer got to work treating the fallen before Sceptile clicked his tongue before pointing at Dartrix. Red observed the sleeping owl before looking back up at the Hoenn starter. "You want her under your wing?" He nodded. His trainer smiled. "She impressed you that much, huh? I don't mind. Please treat her well."

The three had a lot to do, but they had his approval.

With enough work, they would be ready for the rest of the island trials.

XXX

Their meeting with the second kahuna was a stark contrast to the first.

Hala was wise, collected, yet joyful with a grandiose presence. He truly looked and acted like what a kahuna should be in Cynthia's mind. He was a leader, a great one. His age commanded respect. His might demanded obedience. Wisdom and power went hand in hand for the older man. He was a kahuna that had experienced and lived through generations.

Olivia was very different.

"You have such beautiful Pokemon!" The girl could be seen interacting with their teams. She was young, surprisingly so. She didn't know that kahunas could look so youthful until she mentioned how recently she had been anointed. The difference shed light on the many personalities the leaders of each island could embody.

Hala was strong in mind and body. His skills were tempered throughout the years. Olivia was young and what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in talent. She had a gift, one that was uniquely suited for her role as a kahuna. Her ability to communicate and understand Pokemon was mesmerizing to watch.

"This Garchomp's a fierce one, huh?" Olivia smiled as she gently touched the head of her dragon. Garchomp did not seem to mind at all. Astonishing. Only her family and Red could touch her dragon this freely. "A happy yet powerful maiden. Her heart is full of love. She is well taken care of." The kahuna nodded to Cynthia. She nodded back.

"We've been through everything together," she huffed with pride.

"It's clear to see," Olivia praised before staring at Diantha's Gardevoir with great interest. Just as easily as she touched Garchomp, she took Gardevoir's hands with no issue. "And this one's bond is just as special."

The star's interest was piqued. "Do tell."

"A bond so strong that it transcends words." The kahuna explained much to Cynthia and Diantha's surprise. What did she mean by that? "She has put great trust in you and vice versa. It's a beautiful friendship bound by love and understanding."

Diantha and Gardevoir glanced at each other before grinning at the kahuna. Whatever was said between them was lost to the Sinnoh native. Apparently, they were astounded. "I didn't think anyone could pick that up so quickly." The actress hummed. "You truly are something."

Olivia laughed, "I have a lot to live up to, but I try!" She turned to Red's Pikachu and studied it with intrigue. "How about this little guy?" The kahuna knelt in front of the mouse with fascination. Her expression was hard to decipher as she glanced between trainer and Pokemon. "It's hard to spot, but those are some melancholic eyes." The kahuna hugged the mouse. "You two must have been through so much."

Hm?

She turned to Red. Diantha stared too. "What does she mean by that?"

"Must be the training we've been through," Red's words were light and pensive. "It can be rather strenuous."

A believable excuse, but something in Cynthia's heart told her that was a lie. She hummed in thought before returning her attention to Pikachu and Olivia.

The kahuna stopped hugging the mouse and a relieved smile graced her lips. "But I can see the two of you found happiness." Pikachu nodded. "I'm glad." She stood up and looked at the three of them cheerily. "Now, I'm still unused to the role so please bear with me. Having three people wanting to try the trial is something I haven't done before."

"Oh, that's fine," Diantha said, "We didn't mean to trouble you."

"It's no trouble at all," Olivia laughed, "Just unexpected, but that's part of the job. Got to roll with the punches."

The group continued to explore Akala Island. She halfheartedly paid attention to the kahuna as she walked closer to Red. Diantha spotted her and gave a wink as the star began distracting the kahuna with small talk. The blonde flushed at the action but continued. He didn't notice her as he followed the group in a contemplative mood. When the Sinnoh native joined his side, she nudged him softly. "Hey."

Red blinked before turning to her. He held a small smile. "Hey."

Cynthia decided that she disliked the faux normalcy in his tone. His expression looked so fake. Something was clearly bothering him. She moved closer and kept her words quiet. "What was that about?"

"Hm?"

"What did she mean," Cynthia explained, "when she said that you and Pikachu have been through a lot?"

Red's smile faded slightly at her question. "Training, as I said."

She narrowed her eyes. "You shouldn't lie to me."

He winced and looked away. "It's really nothing."

Red didn't want to talk about it. Should she demand answers for something that wasn't any of her business? She didn't think so. She was worried though. Cynthia hesitated on what to do next but took a deep breath as she took his hand and squeezed it lightly. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then let me help you," Cynthia's steel-grey eyes focused on his warm amber. "I don't need an explanation if you can't give one. The last thing I want to do is intrude, but if there's anything I can do, all you have to do is ask." She squeezed his hand. "I just want to know if you're alright." That was all that mattered to her in the end.

Red considered her for a moment before sighing. "Just bad memories. I'm over it now though." He raised a hand to reassure her when she remained doubtful. "I promise! Olivia said it herself. We found happiness here. It's all in the past."

"If you say so," Cynthia let go but kept her gaze on him. "But if you ever want to talk..."

"You'll be the first person I'll turn to," Red grinned and this time it held genuine cheer. She relaxed. "Thank you for the concern."

"Why wouldn't I be worried? You're important to me," Cynthia huffed. He should value himself more. There were plenty of people that would say the same thing in her place. He touched a lot of lives. There were so many that would be willing to lend an ear.

Red didn't say anything to that, but his smile looked a lot more real and the Sinnoh native considered that a victory.

XXX

Olivia wasn't expecting a trio like them this early into her role.

She should though. She was recently chosen to be kahuna and with that title came a slew of responsibilities. As the youngest of them, she had a duty to learn and care for Akala Island. She was enthusiastic about her job, but her inexperience could catch her unawares at times.

She stretched as she stepped out of the Wela Volcano Park. The three with her were strong. Their power was nigh overwhelming when she saw it firsthand. To think that she had to do trials for them while she was still an inexperienced kahuna was nerve-wracking at first, but she knew that like how it was a test for them, it was a test for her from her Tapu. Adapting on the fly to overcome all obstacles was a common trait of previous kahunas.

"The Wela Fire Festival?" Cynthia blinked as she looked at the long stairs that led to a shrine by the volcano.

"That's right!" Olivia grinned as she showed them a Wela Crown. "The festival is coming up, which is why it's kind of hard for me to do your trials. I have to prepare for it." If she was a more experienced kahuna, she knew that she could manage her new busy schedule much better. That will come in time though so it wasn't an immediate worry. "Why don't you join us until then?"

"A celebration of fire-type Pokemon by a volcano sounds like a fitting setting," Diantha said. "We wouldn't mind experiencing it."

"It sounds fun," Red grinned before glancing at Pikachu. "Who should we bring with us?" The mouse let out an excited cry. "Infernape, huh? Yeah, he'd probably enjoy it."

The blonde trainer perked up. "It's been a while since I've seen him."

The kahuna laughed as the trio discussed amongst themselves. It was hard to believe that the mouse and trainer could harbor so much sorrow judging from their attitude now. When she first saw the sadness in Pikachu's eyes, it was so hard to spot, that she almost missed it. It was haunting.

The thought of the pains the two shared was sickening to think about. What happened to them to develop such despondency?

She didn't know. They buried it, locking it up like a vault, only to never open it. It wasn't healthy.

"You still don't have a fire-type, Cynthia?"

"Sinnoh doesn't have a lot of them, Red."

Diantha giggled. "What a shame."

"I haven't seen a fire-type from you either, Diantha," Cynthia crossed her arms.

"Ah, well you see..."

But Olivia had a feeling she didn't have to worry about it. The kahuna grinned at the sight of their antics. The bonds he made seemed to banish the lingering misery that clung to the two. She wasn't lying when she said that they found happiness here.

Regardless if they noticed it or not, they were content. Everyone had nightmares in their closets. Everyone had experienced sorrow and hardship before. Tragedies weren't as uncommon as she would have liked, but from wounds and injuries also comes recovery and healing.

Tapu Lele taught her that.

Olivia was thankful for her unique gift of understanding Pokemon. It made things easier during her reign as a kahuna. The stories of those that come and go should be remembered. Was that why the Akala guardian deity chose her? It was hard to interpret their god's intentions at the best of times.

Nonetheless, she would do her best to live up to the title of kahuna in her own way!

Garchomp and Gardevoir were beside the kahuna watching along with her. She whispered to the two. "Who do you think will confess first?"

The psychic-type smugly beamed. Diantha's ace was confident in her trainer's victory. The same couldn't be said for Cynthia's. The dragon grumbled to herself as if the idea of her trainer confessing sounded alien to her.

Haha!

XXX

"You've been in a good mood lately."

Red hummed before turning to see Kukui writing in his notebook while studying the Greninja before him. He was tending to Lycanroc. Torracat was asleep by his side. Months passed since Kukui's fateful meeting with the black-haired trainer. A routine was born from it as he watched Red adjust to a different lifestyle. It was interesting to see the usually collected trainer fumble around with the idea of living in one spot for an entire year.

It looked to be doing this man some good though. From what Cynthia told him about Red, the man definitely needed this vacation.

"Really?" Red paused in thought. "I haven't noticed."

"You're more relaxed," Kukui grinned, jotting a note down as the frog shinobi threw a few Water Shurikens at a defending Dartrix, "Your smiles are a lot nicer too."

"Alola's been good to me."

"Is that all that has been good to you lately?"

Red glanced at him carefully. Kukui's grin only quirked up at the man's look. "I'm not sure what you're implying."

"Cynthia."

"My rival," Red's words were quick and smooth. It was a little too quick in Kukui's opinion. "My best friend."

"Nothing more?"

"Nothing more." At his friend's words, the researcher glanced at Pikachu. Pikachu looked back. Heh.

"Sure," Kukui's disbelief was quite clear much to the exasperation of Red. He returned his focus to Greninja. "I'm still not sure how he works. The transformation made his Water Shurikens stronger, but not anywhere near the one he threw at the Lumiose Conference."

"It was a unique case," he replied.

"Do you know how it triggered?"

"Our minds were one at that moment," Red said, "I'm not sure how to explain it. Our goals, our dreams, and our thoughts were in sync. Something clicked and we just did it. There wasn't much to think about." He smiled softly as he recalled the experience. Greninja nodded. "It was like reliving a memory."

"I thought it was a Z-move at first," Kukui admitted, "but you didn't have a Z-ring or a Z-crystal when we met and it didn't feel like it used the same energy." He tapped his chin with his pen. "Then again, you didn't use a Mega Stone and Key Stone either. This completely throws any of my working theories out the window."

Red shrugged as if the thought of this phenomenon was not the greatest enigma Kukui had the honor of studying. "The world has plenty of mysteries left to uncover. This is just one of them."

"I'd have to ask Sycamore and Rowan for their expertise on the matter." Kukui scratched his head. "Three heads may be better than one for this. It has traits from my specialty, but the evolutionary aspect is lost on me. Just how in sync are you two?"

"We trust each other completely," Red replied. "We feel each other's pain. We share each other's perspectives. I can guide him on the battlefield, but if we get hit, I'd have to take it too or we both go down."

He whistled at the answer. "There are so many things I'd write about that if I could only study it more in-depth. Unfortunately, I don't have the tools for it. The idea of being connected at that level is a staggering thought."

"It wasn't always this seamless," he recalled. "When our bond wavers, this does as well. It was a struggle getting it under control and the process was an exhausting affair." He smiled as he patted Greninja's shoulders. The frog stood taller at the touch. "We had to do a little soul searching before we could effectively use it, but I'd never regret it. My Pokemon mean the world to me."

Kukui nodded at that. He closed his notebook and pocketed it. "Then I think we'll call this little endeavor done for now. I'll ask some of my peers from the other regions if they know anything about it and I'll come back to you on what I've found."

"You do not have to do this, but I appreciate it."

"As you said, the world has plenty of mysteries left to uncover." After some of the things he'd seen, it was never more true than now. "I'm simply doing my job as a professor. In fact, I should thank you for this opportunity. I never would have thought I'd get to research something like this."

"I trust you." His words made the Alolan beam. "And I did promise you'd get to study Greninja anyway."

"That you did," Kukui said before smiling mischievously. "Now why don't you tell me about the date you had with Cynthia."

"Not a date."

"How about the one with Diantha?"

"She took me out shopping. Not exactly a date."

He snorted. "Sure thing, Red. Whatever you say."

The trainer rolled his eyes at the Alolan's antics. Honestly, the girls should thank him for his efforts. Trying to get Red to even acknowledge it was a monumental task.

XXX

Nanu didn't care much for a lot of things.

In fact, he didn't care much for his kahuna duties despite being picked by an immortal island fairy. Oh, that didn't mean he wasn't going to do it. Nanu didn't want to speak to his immensely powerful boss about why he was shirking his job, but his responsibilities were a chore. Of all the people they had to pick...what did Tapu Bulu see in him? No idea. He might never know, to be honest. The guardian deities could be hard to read, even for the respective kahunas.

At least the battles were fun.

Still, he had much better things to do. Like amusing himself with his kendama. Haha! The ball attached to the string was tossed. It failed to stick the landing. Ugh.

"There's a trick to it, y'know?"

"There probably is, but I cannot be bothered to care," Nanu turned to look at the person who spoke up. Lightly tanned skin paired with hair as black as coal and eyes of startling amber. His clothes were fitted for tropical weather. Hm. He looked familiar. "What do you want, brat? I got some very important business to tend to."

"I've come for the grand trial," he answered. "I was told that you can provide it for me."

"You got the wrong guy." Nanu sighed as he tried the ball toss again. Failed. Tch. "Try looking in Malie City. The gym there may have your kahuna."

"Sorry, but that trick won't work on me," the trainer chuckled, "and really, the Kantonian Gym?"

"It was worth a shot," Nanu finally focused on the man. "What's your name, kid?"

He offered his hand. "Red Satoshi."

Ah, that was why he looked so familiar. His old acquaintance, Giovanni, mentioned him once. Nothing more than a passing conversation. It was one of the few times he saw the cold and calculated man speak in a more mellow fashion. Their relationship became more distant as time went on, but there were moments when they just talked. Simpler times. He took his hand and shook. "Call me Nanu."

"Do you always lie about your identity?"

"If I think I can get away with it," Nanu smirked and let go, "It worked on two girls before you so I like to say that it's fairly reliable."

Red rolled his eyes. "I am friends with those two girls."

Nanu shrugged, "Two out of three ain't so bad, eh?"

"They're smart." Despite his defense of them, Nanu noticed the amusement in his eyes. "They'll figure it out sooner or later."

He chortled at the thought. "If they even want to try the trial, they better."

"So it's some sort of test?"

"When I first made it up? Not really," Nanu shrugged, "but it's as good as an excuse as any. It filters out the experienced trainers from the naive."

Red's lips quirked up. "That's one way to do it."

He had no reason to defend his actions. He tried to toss the ball again. Still didn't land. A shame. "Not every kahuna is as honorable as Hala."

"And not every kahuna should," Red nodded. "You are chosen because the Tapus believe that you are most suited to continue the traditions of that island. They aren't omniscient, they can make mistakes, but I like to think that most of the time, they picked correctly."

He stopped playing with his kendama. The dark-type specialist narrowed his eyes. "I suppose you're right." He crossed his arms. This trainer wasn't what he expected. This was the guy Giovanni was intrigued by? How surprising. "For a foreigner, you do know your stuff. Where are you from?"

"Kanto," he said. Nanu hummed noncommittally. "I live in Sinnoh now though."

"Did you meet a man named Giovanni during your travels?" He stared long and hard at the trainer's expression for any indication of the criminal's true background.

Red held an impressive poker face. "I've fought him once for the Earth Badge." He raised a brow. "Why'd you ask?"

"Just curious. He mentioned you," Nanu commented. "He's quite impressed." It was hard to rouse the Team Rocket Boss nowadays. The kid left a mark on him. Why? No idea. Nanu wouldn't mind finding out.

"Really?" Red blinked in bewilderment. "I wouldn't think he'd be impressed by me of all people."

"You'd be surprised," he shrugged. "Well, if you can stir his fighting spirit, I guess you're worthy enough for the trials. Let's head to the ba-"

"You!"

"There's the lying dastard."

Nanu shivered as he heard two familiar voices in the distance. Judging from Red's growing amusement, he could figure out just who they were coming from. He looked behind him to see two women scorned along with a Gardevoir and Garchomp in tow. Of course.

"I would suggest you hide, but they'd probably find you anyway."

"Heh."

He tossed the ball. It landed on the spike.

XXX

"Guzma, wait!"

He reached out with his arm only to flinch when the white-haired man batted it off. The trainer left with a snarl. He didn't know how it happened. He didn't know why it happened. Sure, they weren't the most friendly of rivals, but they were rivals. They were each other's measure. They were picked by Hala. To learn under one of the wise kahunas was an honor.

It befuddled him. Guzma lost, but everyone loses sometimes. He'd grow stronger from this. He knew that.

Z-moves are useless. I'm better off without them.

He couldn't believe it.

"Is this the wrong time?"

Kukui blinked as he looked at the sight of Red walking towards him, umbrella in hand. Pikachu was perched atop his shoulders as always. The pitter-patter of the rain must have dulled his senses. He sighed. "Sorry you had to see that."

"That was Guzma, wasn't it?" Red gazed at where the young man ran off to. "He looked to be in a sour mood."

"That's an understatement," Kukui crossed his arms and released a breath, "We had a spar. I won. There was an argument and things got out of hand."

The foreigner hummed in contemplation. "Ah, I see."

He frowned in exasperation. "I just don't get it. He's one of the best trainers in Alola. He gives me a run for my money every time, but he's always so..."

"Moody?"

"That's a kinder way of saying it," he chuckled.

Red's eyes softened. "You two are rivals."

"Yeah," Kukui scratched the back of his head. "My best rival, really." He cracked a small smile. "I know it doesn't look like it at the moment, but he is a good guy. His distaste for Z-moves aside, he was picked by Hala for a reason."

"Alongside you."

"Alongside me. We study under him," Kukui admitted, "but he never really took Hala's teachings to heart. I always kept encouraging him to try harder. If he put his mind to it, I'm sure he could beat the island trials. He just doesn't put in the effort, at least not anymore."

"You're frustrated."

"Is it wrong to want what's best for others?" Kukui furrowed his brows.

"It's not," Red shook his head, "but every trainer approaches victories and defeats differently. Just like how you compare yourself to him, he too compares himself to you. He must have found himself wanting."

"He's a magnificent battler," Kukui argued, "one of the best I know."

"Does he think of himself that way?" The foreigner smiled softly. "I am not saying this to be hurtful, but I want you to look at it from his perspective." He motioned to his lab coat and Hala's abode. "You are studying to be a Pokemon researcher and are one of the finest battlers in Alola. You mastered Z-moves. You are apprenticed under both Hala and Samson Oak and are beloved by many in the region. Guzma is a masterful fighter and an amazing tactician but under the weight of your achievements, he would falter."

Kukui opened his mouth to argue, only to pause. Did Guzma really think that way? Sure, people didn't seem to think much about his rival, but Guzma never looked to be affected by it. He could beat anyone that thought otherwise and his talent was indisputable. Not a lot of people would say it to his face either.

But just because he didn't look affected by it didn't mean he wasn't.

The professor-in-training sighed. "I messed up."

"It wasn't your fault to begin with."

"I know, I know. I'm just moping." Kukui took a deep breath. "I don't know what I can do to help him."

"Let him think," his answer was still as calm as ever. His friend had always been so composed ever since he met him. That silent confidence bolstered him. "I don't think he would entertain seeing you right now."

"You're probably right," he nodded, gazing at Red before chuckling to himself. "You're always like this, you know?"

"Hm?" Red raised a brow.

"I thought my job was to guide you around Alola," Kukui grinned, "but you never seem to get lost around here. You walk around Alola like it's second nature to you. It's funny. I'm supposed to help you out, but it's quite the opposite."

"Alola feels like a second home," he smiled back softly. "The people here are nice and the Pokemon are wonderful."

"I'm glad that you think so," Kukui said. "What were you here for anyway?"

"I wanted to speak to Hala about the island trials," the trainer replied, "but I don't think now is the time."

"He'd find some time for you."

"I know he will," Red smiled with feigned exasperation. "I'm not going to intrude, however. Maybe tomorrow when the weather is better. Have a good day, Kukui."

"You too, Red." Kukui waved the trainer farewell before turning back to Hala's abode to avoid the rain. He sighed as he contemplated Red's words. The trainer always felt like he knew more than he let on. It made him curious. Just what was he hiding? He didn't know. He wouldn't prod. Everyone had their secrets. Red was a good guy, and to him, that was all that mattered.

Where's he going though? Isn't that..?

XXX

The sound of rain comforted him.

Scizor is unable to battle!

Not that it did any good.

The winner is Kukui!

He took a deep breath. He released it. Calm down. Repeat. Stay calm. Plumeria would have a fit if she saw him like this again.

Second-best.

Guzma clenched his fists. He took another deep breath. He sat in his home. His place was run-down and it wasn't in the greatest shape. Not that he cared. All that was here were some useless trophies. All this dump was good for was to act as shelter. The land didn't care about him so why would he care about it?

He was an outsider.

He couldn't blame Alola for it. Imagine being a kahuna's apprentice that couldn't use Z-moves. He bet Hala wasn't proud of an apprentice like that, especially when the golden boy, Kukui, was being hailed as a prodigy. Damn him.

Z-moves. What good were they to him? He didn't need that. People outside of Alola did just fine without 'em. He'd have to train harder. Just got to pick his battles carefully. It wasn't cowardly, it was strategic. What was the point of fighting a losing war, right? He wallowed quietly within his home.

Tap tap.

He almost missed it. The soft knock on his door was unusual. Was it Plumeria? She was the only one that bothered. He got up to open the door.

That was when he met him.

"Alola."

Guzma stared at Red with something akin to confusion. That confusion was swiftly formed into suspicion. He knew him. One of Kukui's newest friends. He recalled being briefly introduced to him, but he never bothered to exchange pleasantries. "How the hell did you find this place?"

"I saw you walk away from Hala's home in a huff," he responded and his expression became one of concern. "Are you alright?"

He scoffed, "Why do you care?"

"It's never wrong to care for others."

"Yeah? Well, I don't need your sympathy." Guzma grit his teeth. "I bet Kukui's set you up for this. Concerned about his punching bag? Back off." He made to close the door, but Red held firm. The man's strength was surprising.

The trainer shook his head. "I came here of my own volition." Guzma narrowed his eyes when the door failed to budge even when he pushed harder. "Kukui doesn't think of you like that."

He snorted, "Then what am I to him?"

"An equal. A companion and rival. Even friend."

He almost laughed at the thought. "Some equal I am." His grip on the door slackened and he glanced at all the trophies on the floor. Second place. Every single time. He never won once.

Red seemed to have noticed them too. "You shouldn't make light of your achievements."

"What do you know about it?" He narrowed his eyes. He thrust a finger at Red's chest. "You wouldn't understand what it's like, Mr. Prodigy. I'm nothing compared to you. I'm nothing compared to him." They might as well be living in separate worlds. The gap in strength broke him. What was the point anymore?

"I understand that it's rough." The tone in Red's voice gave him pause. "I understand that losing over and over again to someone you consider your equal could make you question everything you know. I understand that it makes you feel like you've done something wrong, that you've let your Pokemon down, that it was your fault that your team failed. I understand all too well."

Despite himself, Guzma listened. He clenched his fists. "Then you know that it's hopeless."

"It's never hopeless," Red shook his head. There was steel in the trainer's eyes and at that moment Guzma couldn't help but take solace in his unflinching resolve. He was a better man than him. He sighed.

"What can I do?"

"Train and learn. Find others who can propel you to be better." Red's response was returned with silence. "You're never alone, even if you think you are. Somewhere out there, someone cares about you."

Guzma looked away. He didn't bother to respond.

Red took his silence for what it was. With one last nod, the trainer took one look at his leaky home and placed his umbrella by the outsider's side. Red gave him one final departing wave before taking his leave. Guzma waited until he was out of sight before slamming the door and slumping back towards the wall. Just what was that man saying? He scoffed. What did he think of him? He didn't need anyone's pity.

He grabbed the umbrella in frustration. He was about to throw it out when he heard another knock.

Tap. Tap.

"Seriously?" Guzma sighed before opening the door. "What do you want no-"

"You look terrible."

Familiar, rough, and feminine. His words died in his throat when Plumeria appeared before him. The rain didn't seem to bother her. She looked inside before staring back at him. For some reason, he couldn't help but chortle at her words. "Feel like it too."

You're never alone.

"Yeah? Well, nothing like some dinner to lighten the mood. Maybe clean up as well. You need to take care of your things." She sighed as she went inside and picked up his trophies. Never once did she glance or comment about them. Plumeria never really cared about his accomplishments. It confused him. He wondered why she ever bothered with a nobody like him.

"Right," Guzma murmured, quietly grabbing the things off the floor.

Somewhere out there, someone cares about you.

Guzma let out a breath. This guy...damn him. Planting those words in his head. Just what kind of trainer would help out a random man that he barely met? He didn't get it. They weren't friends. He was so rude, so crass. Not even Kukui could stand him when he was in one of his moods.

It's never wrong to care for others.

As much as he hated it, he found comfort in those words. People like him exist out there. Selfless, heroic, and caring. He lived his whole life thinking the opposite. Unbelievable. "I guess Tapu Koko's onto something with that guy..."

"What was that, Guzma?"

"Nothing, Plumeria," he clicked his tongue. "Just rambling. Say, I was thinking of making a group."

Find others who can propel you to be better.

"A group?" Plumeria blinked before studying Guzma. "I'm not saying it's a bad idea, but what brought this on?"

"Just a thought." He placed his awards back on the rackety table. "A group for people like us, I guess, is what I'm thinking. People that don't necessarily fit in. I think it'd be nice."

She stared for a minute or two before smiling as she hummed in thought. "Sounds cool."

He blinked in surprise. "Really?"

"But I'm second-in-command, got that?" Plumeria placed her hands on her hips. "Arceus knows you need all the help you can get."

He probably did.

"Heh. Welcome aboard."

XXX

The last of the major islands, Poni Island, held one of the most impressive structures Cynthia had ever seen. The Altar of the Sunne was an ancient landmark with great historical importance to the people of Alola. She couldn't help but be amazed at its size. The effort needed to create something like this boggled her mind. Red wanted to save this site for last. She knew why.

Out of every place she'd visited, this one was up there in grandeur!

"What do you think?"

"It's big!" For all the technological marvels Aether Paradise was, something was to be said for archaic wonders. "Very big."

"It's one of Alola's oldest locations," Red said, "and I did promise you I'd take you somewhere nice. It's no festival, movie, or restaurant, but I thought you'd appreciate something like this."

He knew her so well. "This is better than all of those things."

"That's good because I've got some other things to show you."

There was more?! Just what kind of things was this place hiding? She shivered at the thought. "What else is in here?"

"There are some secret rooms around here."

It was like he read her mind. She swerved to Red's grinning face. "Really?"

He nodded. "I've found a few. Want to check it out?"

She latched onto his arm. "You don't even need to ask!"

He chuckled as he guided her through the ancient structure. Every nook and cranny that held any secrets were revealed to her. She wondered how he seemed to find these spots. It was like their time in Johto. When he led her to a hidden hole in the wall, she gasped at the sight. Inside was a nigh perfectly preserved mural depicting some sort of Pokemon that surely came from Alolan folklore.

"The Blinding One," Red supplied.

"The Pokemon that created Alola with its light," Cynthia breathed.

"They have a festival for it, I recall," he continued, "It was a shame we couldn't attend it. The Manalo Festival is truly one of a kind."

"Why can't we?"

"It happens every 21 years," Red replied. "I'll take you to it next time."

"I'll hold you to that," Cynthia smiled, enjoying the idea of returning here with Red when they weren't so swamped with responsibilities. They still got a long journey ahead of them. The break was nice, but she was itching to challenge the Sinnoh League again. She had a feeling that she could do it now. She felt stronger than ever.

"In a way though, we've experienced a part of the Manalo Festival."

"Oh?"

"Manalo is an old Alolan word that means 'you and I are living here together,'" he recalled, "We did just that, didn't we?"

She laughed. "That we did."

He let her study the murals on the walls along with the rest of the altar without interruption. Silent as it were, she appreciated his companionship. From all the chaos and fun that Alola brought them, these quiet moments in-between were welcome. They spent the entire day here, exploring and spending time with one another. She would have thought that she'd eventually get used to his presence, but in truth, she never really got tired of it.

Was this what it was like to be in love?

She couldn't say she hated it.

XXX

Lightning flashed on a crystal clear day.

Many would pass by, curious at the sound, but content to continue with their day. Not to him. No, to Hala, that sound meant the entrance of the god that chose him to lead the traditions of his island.

The hair on his skin rose. The elderly man set the tools and Z-ring down. He looked behind him from his worktable to greet his guest.

"Tapu Koko," the man smiled, watching the legendary enter through his window with no regard. He reminded himself that for all their mercy and compassion, these deities were largely ignorant of the social norms of his people. "What can I do for you?"

The guardian of Melemele floated closer and stared at the wide variety of Z-crystals displayed in his room. Tapu Koko snatched one of them. The kahuna watched without interruption. He raised a brow at the particular Z-crystal taken, however. His god placed it on his palm.

What's this?

Hala stared at it before regarding the deity. "You want me to give it to someone."

The fairy-type nodded and the legendary's eyes looked back to the window at the noise of a ferocious Charizard clashing with a nimble Decidueye.

"Ah, this is for Red?" At the god's nod, he mused to himself. Tapu Koko's interest in the man puzzled him. He almost thought the deity was training up his successor if it wasn't for the fact that the black-haired trainer's stay was temporary. It was curious. "I'll make sure this is given to him."

Lightning struck once again and the deity was gone. A chuckle left his lips.

Always one for flashy entrances and exits.

Hala respectfully put away the Z-crystal and began his trek to Red. His mind wandered to the one who had stolen his Tapu's interest. The trainer was a close friend of his apprentice, Kukui. For a foreigner, he was quite wise of the traditions of Alola. Respectful, diligent, and strong, he could see why the deity focused on him.

Was that all there was to it? He knew his god better than most and while fickle, the electric-type was more serious than some of its peers. Tapu Koko would have a reason for its actions. Interpreting it was often the hardest job of his.

At the beaches of Melemele, he was surprised to not just see the foreigner. Guzma was right there with him, his second apprentice listening attentively to the trainer's words.

"Counter shield works as both an offensive and defensive tool," Red motioned to Buizel who spun around in a barrier of torrential pressure. "It doesn't work well in prolonged use as your Pokemon could get dizzy from using it, but it can help in a pinch."

His tactically oriented apprentice took it all in like a Magikarp to water. He muttered to himself as he considered ways to adopt it into his own battling style. "It's good for a quick surprise, but once they get wise to it..."

"For every strategy, there is a counter-strategy," he nodded. "My rival simply waited it out. It's best to have a plan of attack once you get them off your back or you'll only delay the inevitable."

"Like what?"

"Well, there's..."

Hala let them talk, smiling fondly as his apprentice built up new ideas. After his last fight with Kukui, he feared for the worst. Guzma wasn't an easy apprentice to teach, but he saw potential in the boy. He wanted to nurture that potential.

It was unfortunate that his methods were incompatible with his apprentice. Even at his old age, lessons could be learned. He almost gave up on him, but Guzma returned the next day, silent and brooding, yet focused. It almost made him speechless.

There was a fire lit in his apprentice's eyes that wasn't there before. Fueled by scorn and hope, his newfound motivation gave Guzma the tools to grow stronger. He didn't know how it happened, but he was grateful for it.

Now he knew.

"You wanted me to see this."

Tapu Koko descended behind him and the elderly man chuckled. No words were exchanged between them, but he understood his god's intentions. A small smile graced his lips. Truly, he was glad. Call him old, but he was an honorable and fair individual. Failing Guzma was his greatest shame.

To see the young boy he met years ago slowly build himself back up touched his heart.

"I think I understand now." He took the Decidium Z out of his pocket. His god vanished the moment the kahuna took a step towards the duo. This gift wasn't given without reason. Tapu Koko wasn't interested in Red because of his strength or his wisdom. He realized that now.

For some reason or another, the trainer cared enough about Alola that his god noticed when everyone else did not.

This was not a gift of power.

This Z-crystal was a gift of gratitude. Tapu Koko simply wanted to say...

From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

He might not understand his god most of the time, but he could understand that.

XXX

Months have passed and their journey through Alola was coming to an end.

Trials were completed, Z-crystals were collected, and friends were made. Decidueye was excited to head off to the next region. She had never been outside of Alola. The thought of being called upon to fight warriors from far-off lands had her blood pumping. The future was a promising one.

It certainly helped that her trainer looked happier and more relaxed. The trip helped her trainer recuperate. Alola was always a welcoming region. She took pride in it. Even when it was time to depart, their friends took time to throw a small celebration in their honor before they left.

"I am going to miss this place." Red's wistful words made the owl turn towards him. They were at the airport, Cynthia, Garchomp, Lycanroc, Incineroar, and Pikachu in tow. This was their last moment together before taking different flights.

They were heading off to Unova. Cynthia was returning to Sinnoh. Diantha already left for Kalos.

"It was fun while it lasted," Cynthia nodded. "Time won't stop for anyone, unfortunately."

"Unfortunately," the eighteen-year-old mused, "but time enjoyed isn't time wasted. Alola was great, but it's off to the next big adventure."

"Unova, right? I wish you luck." Her trainer's rival had her own journey to head off to. Sinnoh beckoned her home. She looked ready. Her Pokemon were all energized and prepared to take on what was next. Decidueye respected that. "I was kind of expecting you to go to a brand new region after this one. That's what you tend to do."

"You're not wrong. I was thinking of Galar, actually. Diantha mentioned it," Red held a hint of wanderlust at the thought before he tempered it with discipline. "I'll probably head there after Unova."

"Always the wanderer."

"The journey is just as important as the destination."

Cynthia was about to retort before noticing the time. They checked as well. It was time for the lady's flight. The woman looked genuinely saddened to bid them farewell. "Guess this is it for now."

"For now," Red said. "I'll call you once you reach Sinnoh." She took her things and waved them farewell. Before she could truly depart, however, Decidueye noticed the blonde trainer hesitate. The owl tilted her head when the Sinnoh native took a deep breath and turned back to Red. Her trainer looked at her with confusion. "Cynthia?"

The woman steeled her nerves before walking right up to her trainer. Oh ho? "I know you're probably going to say something about how you're too busy trying to become a champion for any relationship, but I want to make my feelings clear to you because it was quite obvious that any hints I dropped didn't seem to register at all."

Decidueye switched her focus to her trainer, who looked completely out of his element. "Huh?"

"You don't have to respond to my feelings right now," Cynthia's face held a tinge of red as she took a step closer, "but I like you. A lot. As more than friends. As more than best friends." The woman had to make that very clear to him. "I m-might even consider it love, but I'm not sure yet so..."

She gave him a quick peck on the lips. Nothing more than a transient touch, but it shook Red to the core.

"..."

"That's it, for now," Cynthia robotically turned around. "After you become a champion, I would like a response. F-Farewell."

The woman walked speedily away, a proud Garchomp behind her. Decidueye stared at the fading trainer before focusing on her own. Red's face looked to have completely shut down. Pikachu, Incineroar, and Lycanroc celebrated close by. Their trainer didn't seem to comprehend anything around him. He simply stood still. The owl took a moment to applaud the woman for confessing.

So they hadn't been courting after all.

Humans were weird.

XXX

Diantha didn't know why, but as she looked out the window of the airplane, she felt like she'd been had. "Maybe I should have let Cynthia go first..."

XXX

I hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 8 Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

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Caitlin was like any other aspiring Pokemon Master. She wanted to challenge the league, collect badges, battle strong opponents, and go on plenty of adventures. To capture, train, and bond with Pokemon sounded captivating for a kid like her. At first, it didn't seem so hard. In fact, she was considered quite talented in it. When she faced her first league and placed well, her future looked bright.

Until it wasn't.

She frowned, clenching her fists as she sat on her throne within the Battle Castle. The fourteen-year-old took deep breaths to calm herself lest her psychic power became sporadic.

It wasn't fair.

She knew she had an affinity for psychic-types. She knew she had a talent similar to them, but to think that it could prove to be what held her back stunned her the most. A blessing became a curse. Her future looked bleak until she was invited to be the Frontier Brain of the Battle Castle. She thought to herself that maybe this could be for the better. Sure, she might not be able to go on the same adventures as other trainers, but she could still fight and test strong challengers.

Then that failed too.

Her psychic power was, simply put, too much. In battle, the excitement would get to her and that enthusiasm would lead to her breaking everything around her. Accidentally harming one of the trainers that challenged the castle was her greatest regret. She had to employ someone else to fight for her. The mortification on her face when not even the Princess of the Battle Castle could so much as battle the opponents she was supposed to face rankled her mind.

What was her purpose here? To squander her life watching her butler, Darach, face the foes she was meant to test?

Her young heart still held onto hope that something would change. She lived in a gilded cage. It was a life of comfort, peace, and ease of mind, but it was a cage nonetheless and she could only wonder how long she could endure.

Why am I even here?

As she watched Darach defeat another challenger, she truly began questioning her existence within this castle.

To be some doll to be watched over? How dreadful.

Maybe she should leave? But where would she go? What could she do? She didn't know.

A princess trapped in a tower, waiting for a prince to save her from the cage that held her aloft.

She'd have found the story funny if it wasn't for the fact that she was living it.

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She heard of him through happenstance.

He was a man given the title of royalty despite his humble background. He wasn't a true prince, not someone she would have thought much when she first laid eyes on him. Red Satoshi was a man that did not hold his titles with pride or arrogance. He was a prince in only the shallowest of definitions.

But he was one to her.

"I cannot see anything, John!" The sound of the howling crowd could be heard from the Pokemon TV. On her bed, she sat alone in her room, the sixteen-year-old Caitlin wrapped in soft pink blankets as she watched the spectacle.

The intense bellow reverberated through the screen. The challenger raised his hand and blue flames exploded upwards as Garchomp held onto Volcarona with all his might. She sucked in her breath. Unova's champion and Sinnoh's prince were silent as they waited for the result of their clash.

"What's the results, Rob!? What're the results?!"

"It's a draw, John! He drew with the champion!"

She gasped.

The crowd on the screen roared.

"Golly, Rob, just what can't he do?"

The trainer ran to his Garchomp.

"In an astonishing bout between the winner of the Pokemon World Junior Cup and the Champion of Unova, both Garchomp and Volcarona are unable to battle!" Her heart beat wildly as she watched her idol, her prince, tenderly help the dragon get back up on his feet. The proud smile on his face made her beam. The mood was infectious. "This has never been seen before on this stage, John!"

"You're right, Rob. You're absolutely right. For the first time in Pokemon World Junior Cup history, the challenger has fought the champion to a standstill!"

"Unbelievable!"

"The Prince of Celestic really is something!"

He was a prince to everyone. He was a prince to her. Stuck with a power she could hardly control in a role she didn't truly desire, watching him felt like a gateway to another life.

What if I could travel the world like that? What if I could battle strong trainers like that?

When she watched him, her prince, struggle, rise, and overcome the challenges in the many places he explored, she felt like she was there right alongside him on the journey. The screen was a portal to a world outside of her cage.

For a girl that could not battle at the risk of the lives of others, this was the best she could do. Her imagination ran wild as she dreamt of her own adventures, of her own battles, one that didn't need the aid of her butler. She banished them before they could taint her mind. Those were dangerous thoughts. She shouldn't daydream of impossibilities. She was content with her situation now.

I guess life like this isn't so bad.

At least she could watch her prince.

XXX

She tasted freedom for the first time at seventeen.

"So tell me, Red, after becoming champion...what next?" The interviewer, Malva, asked the man in question. Her prince sat alongside the reporter in a quaint studio. It was an interview, the first time for the trainer. Caitlin sat on her desk, her eyes glued to her PC screen as she watched with rapt attention. Her prince was an enigma, a mystery, and for the first time, she could learn much more about him.

"I will continue on my journey," Red answered. "Knowing me, I'd probably explore another region."

"Being a champion is not enough for you?"

"Never," he shook his head. "To become a champion is just one goal." He smiled at the camera. "There are many things I want to do, so many things I want to try. Arceus, I'd still have to become a Pokemon Master."

"That's an interesting distinction," Malva leaned forward. "Are you saying that a master is different from a champion?"

"Yes," Red nodded instantly before blinking and laughing nervously. "At least I think so. There's more to being a master than just being the best fighter in the region. Everyone's definition of a Pokemon Master is different. To others, catching every Pokemon is a Pokemon Master. To be the best fighter in the entire world might be what others think when they imagine a Pokemon Master. It could be something else entirely."

"What do you believe a Pokemon Master is then, Red?"

"To be the best."

"To...just be the best?"

"Yes." Her prince nodded. "I like to think that, regardless of what you're the best at, if you are the best at something then you're a Pokemon Master. Catch them all, discover the secrets of Pokemon, or be the number one battler or coordinator in the world, it can be anything. I think everyone's interpretation of it can be correct. A Pokemon Master isn't just one thing."

Malva pondered the thought. "That's an interesting take on it."

"I've had plenty of time to think about the subject."

"I can imagine. We're just about done with all my questions," the reporter smiled. "I do have one more for you if you don't mind. Lastly, what do you have to say to all future and present trainers out there watching you right now?"

"Ah," Red's cheeks were tinged red as he took a moment to think about it. Caitlin leaned forward to hear him. "There are so many trainers out there, I'm not sure I could say anything that would be useful for everyone.

"Humor me."

"Well, if there's anything I learned," he paused in contemplation, "it's that the journey is just as important as the destination. I know traveling around the world can be scary. For every good moment, there will be bad ones. Sometimes you feel like you can't make it out there. Your dreams look impossible to achieve." He firmly stared at the screen and for a moment, she felt like he was staring right at her. "That's not true."

Caitlin gulped.

"Don't give up." Red's gaze was warm and comforting. "Your dreams are worth fighting for."

There was a knock on the door. Darach's voice could be heard outside. "My lady, another challenger has come to test the Battle Castle."

"I will be there in a minute, Darach." She gently closed her PC and got up. Psychic power softly touched her hair, banishing all stray strands into a nice wavy curl. Cursed as her upbringing was, it came with some boons. She straightened her dress and came out.

Her butler bowed. "Good day, my lady."

"Good day to you as well, Darach." She took a step forward and the butler followed. "How many challengers today?"

"Three of them, I hear. Volkner, Flint, and Cynthia."

She glanced at him with intrigue. "Cynthia? We've faced her two years ago, have we not?" She remembered that day clearly. Her prince was there, tagging along with Sinnoh's princess. Caitlin didn't think she'd ever meet her idol, stuck in the castle as she was. The ability to move to new regions was a Frontier Brain benefit she was glad to have. It made her stay somewhat bearable.

"We have," Darach nodded. "It appears she wasn't expecting us in this region's Battle Frontier."

"It will be nice to see her again," Caitlin grinned. She always admired the Princess of Sinnoh for being what she could not.

Darach, on the other hand, shivered. "I cannot say the same, unfortunately."

"She didn't traumatize you that badly."

"I, respectfully, disagree."

A soft laugh left her mouth. She did not know it yet, but as she repeated the words of her prince in her head, the seeds of independence began growing from within. She had given up her dreams, she had been fine with the hand life dealt her, and she thought that the life of a battler was not for her.

Did she want that?

No.

She was called talented by many in the past.

It would be a shame if I didn't at least try again.

With gentle psychic thought, she slowly lifted one of her empty pokeballs in the air. Darach raised a brow but didn't comment. It cracked from the pressure. Her psychic power was so immense that even a soft touch could be damaging. She took a deep breath.

One step at a time.

XXX

At eighteen, she moved to Unova.

She spent a year bettering herself. Tempering her psychic power took a lot of control and even then, it wasn't always reliable.

But she grew good enough to leave without the aid of her butler. Darach's encouragement helped strengthen her. He could handle the Battle Castle while she was away. To head to a new region without anyone with her was a scary thought, but she prepared for this. She could fight, not a lot, but she could. She was a step closer to reaching her dreams with some more training.

Then possibly the Pokemon League.

"Excuse me, can you perhaps tell me where the Pokemon Center is?" She raised her hand towards a man only to be ignored as the bustling of the city suddenly became apparent to her. She turned to a woman walking by. "Excuse me, can you perhaps tell m-or not, I suppose. That's fine too." The loud chaos made her words deaf to some ears. She spotted another and tried to touch their shoulder. "Ma'am..."

The woman vanished into the ocean of city-goers. Castelia City, for all its lights and beauty, was a place with a specific flow, and any attempt to go against its current was met with resistance.

The flood of human bodies surged and she was pushed by the wave.

"Ah!" She fell and winced.

Her psychic powers lurched forward to protect her. She clamped them down. It would do no good if she started acting violently in such a populated and dense place. She closed her eyes to control it. It would only harm her dreams.

She just got here! She wouldn't let that happen on her watch.

Caitlin felt someone offer her a hand and she took it on instinct. Like a lifeline, the person pulled her back up and away from the rushing citizens. She released a breath in relief. She used that moment of peace to force down her supernatural wrath. "Thank you."

"It's no problem."

That voice. She choked on her spit. The psychic opened her eyes instantly.

Warm amber eyes and black hair met her vision.

"My p-prince?!"

"Caitlin, right?" Red blinked at her odd declaration before offering a smile. The iconic Pikachu on his shoulder waved. "It's nice meeting you again."

She couldn't answer him back. She hadn't seen him in person for years and from sheer coincidence, she met him in Unova of all places. What luck! He still looked as dashing as he was back then. Even more so! "A-Ah." She looked away.

"Are you okay?"

Caitlin took a moment to collect herself. "Yes, just a bit out of sorts." The psychic took a deep breath. "I was asking for directions to the Pokemon Center. I am not used to such sprawling cities."

"I can understand that," the trainer said, "I was about to head to the Pokemon Center as well. Why don't we walk there together?"

The words spilled out automatically. Was she too forward? "I would love to, my prince."

"Please, just call me Red." His amused tone and befuddled expression made it clear he wasn't slighted.

"Yes, my p-Red." She corrected herself at his pointed look.

"Last I saw you were four years ago," Red began his trek to the center. She followed suit. "How have you been?"

"Better, much better." Caitlin smiled. "I decided to take on the Pokemon League again. Being a Frontier Brain had started becoming monotonous and I wanted to explore the world. It was nerve-wracking, naturally, but I've never felt more liberated."

He perked up at that. "That's great! With your experience in the Battle Frontier, I'm sure you'll do well on your journey. Frontier Brains are world-class trainers, after all."

"I was more honorary than real," she reminded with some shame. "My butler was the real Frontier Brain. I recently started getting back into it, but I am nowhere near the strength I would like to be." She had so much to learn and a lot to do to even catch up to the levels of people like him. "I would be lucky to even place Top 8, really. With you in the running, I know I would be defeated."

"You should try for the number one spot, regardless," Red said. "Never go into a battle thinking you would lose."

The firmness in his voice was a lot more attractive in person. She flushed, "Of course. I was just speaking highly of your capabilities. Your achievements need not be said. I was conveying the monumental effort to beat you if we cross one another in the conference."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence," he grinned, "but I am not unstoppable. Do me the favor of going all out if we ever have a chance to fight."

Her eyes became starry at his honorable intentions. Red truly acted like the prince so many linked him to even if he wasn't aware of it. His humility and respect for his opponents were commendable. As expected of the Prince of Celestic! They reached the Pokemon Center and she took this opportunity to heal and recuperate her resting Pokemon.

"I have to make a call," Red said. "I'll be right back."

"Of course," she nodded, "please take your time. I will be with my Pokemon."

At his departure, she called forth her ace and closest companion. Gothitelle, the psychic-type that was with her ever since the start, took form. Caitlin took comfort in her presence.

"I cannot believe it, Gothitelle, he's here in Unova with us." She breathed as she spoke with her ace. The Pokemon was happy for her. Was she fangirling just a tad? Perhaps. It just couldn't be helped. She looked up to him and everything he represented.

He was everything she wanted to be.

It felt wrong to not give him her favor.

Gothitelle smiled and nodded in approval. She understood Caitlin's feelings better than any other. She was thankful to have someone like that.

"To think I might be able to see him battle in person. Oh, it would be wonderful to see it." Her heart thundered at the thought. "Would he be champion this year, I wonder? I think he could, Gothitelle. Imagine being present at the crowning of a new champion." History would be made.

Her Pokemon clapped before crossing her arms firmly. It need not be said that her Pokemon would not back down despite their newest obstacle.

"Of course, I dare not go against his words. If I do clash with my prince, it would be a disservice to you and him if I hold back." Caitlin's words reassured her ace. "It is not my intent to disrespect the league's purpose. I will fight with victory in mind. Do not fret over it."

Gothitelle nodded. She looked like she knew but simply wanted Caitlin to reaffirm her beliefs. She would have been offended if not for the fact the psychic-type's intentions were clear to her just as hers were to the psychic. They wanted what was best for the other.

She stepped into Unova to start a new life.

She wasn't going to waste it!

"I'm back," Red said and his eyes perked up at the sight of Caitlin's Pokemon. "A Gothitelle!"

"Ah, my pr-Red!" She swerved to see him. "I see you have finished with your endeavors."

He studied the psychic-type before turning to the former Frontier Brain. "I have. I was just checking if a rival of mine reached Sinnoh."

"Anyone I know?"

"Cynthia, actually. You've fought her a while back."

"Ah, yes. The princess." Caitlin nodded. "I have had the fortune of getting to know her. Prickly, but well-intentioned. She supported you during the Lumiose Conference. The entire town was quite enthusiastic at your victory yet she put them all to shame."

"Did she now?" Despite expecting joy at the thought of his friend cheering for him, her prince instead held a complicated expression. She glanced at Gothitelle who shrugged. "I am grateful."

How odd of her prince.

Caitlin cleared her throat. "May I inquire where you are going next?" Maybe they had the same destination. She secretly hoped for it to be the case.

Red smiled. "I am going to challenge the gym here before moving on to the next town. I have a few people I want to visit as well while I'm in Unova."

Hope blossomed in her chest. "Then mayhaps I could join you while our destinations hold common ground. It would both be efficient and helpful." She looked down. "Despite preparing beforehand, my inexperience is getting the better of me." Her first steps in Unova almost made her act upon her psychic capabilities. The number of lives she risked today was unacceptable.

Red hummed before glancing at Pikachu. It amazed her how easily they could connect with but a look. "I don't mind. It would be great to have a traveling companion while we're here."

"Marvelous!" She sighed in relief. "I promise you that I will do my best to not be a burden." The chance to travel with someone of his caliber was a massive boon. Oh, the things she could learn.

"I'm sure you'll do just fine," Red laughed. "I'll show you the ropes, but there's no doubt in my mind that you'll get the hang of it."

"Thank you, m-Red."

"You're doing much better already!"

Caitlin flushed.

XXX

Life was just an unorthodox game of chance.

At least Grimsley thought so.

He fought and played as if his journey was a game. It was on purpose. The fallen noble was aware of what he was. The world was just a board for people to gamble, but experience led him to play it safe. He balanced his life on a thread. If he wasn't careful, everything he worked for could fall like a house of cards.

He was always careful, thankfully. Grimsley couldn't afford to be anything else. His growth and strength as a trainer of Unova had always been through the scheming methods he employed. Risks always had to be made in the pursuit of power. It was the plans one would have if everything around them crumbled that would dictate their true worth.

A Pokemon Master was someone that could make something from the cards they were dealt with.

"I'm so sorry, my prince!"

"It's Red, Caitlin, and it's fine. I should have expected this."

Fate handed him a bad hand today it seemed.

Grimsley stared at the grassy field of the open wilderness with a dull stare. He was heading to the next gym for his entrance into this year's conference when he heard a noise nearby. In front of him were two trainers. They looked to be traveling together. From the situation, it was a culinary incident. A Pikachu was throwing up behind a bush.

And Red - oh my was it odd to see his face again - looked to be slightly ill.

"I promise you, my prince, I-I am much better at cooking than what this may seem."

Red gave a nauseous smile. "I'm sure you are." Gothitelle offered him some water. He took it gratefully. "Let me do the cooking for now though."

Caitlin looked ashamed. Grimsley snorted. His noise alerted the woman of his presence and a glare was sent his way. A faint pink glow surrounded the lady and he instinctively stepped back.

CRACK.

His amusement was cut short when a literal crater formed beneath the lady. His skin crawled at the sight. What in Zekrom's name was that? Caitlin blinked in surprise before clutching her chest and taking deep breaths. The glow around her subsided and all that was left was a sour look at his entrance.

"Grimsley," Red recognized him from their battle in the Pokemon World Junior Cup. Despite feeling ill, the trainer smiled.

He returned it with a wry smirk of his own. "Red. You look like you've seen better days."

"Nothing a good rest won't fix," he clutched his stomach before offering his hand. He took it. "You definitely look well. Still trying to usurp Alder?"

"If I could get to him. Marshal's a pain in that regard. He won last year's conference. I got second." Stupid fighting-types. He always liked to consider himself the more sophisticated and tactical of the two, but Marshal's no brute despite looking like one. Grimsley sighed. "None has ever come close to beating the old man. He's gotten even stronger if you could believe it."

"I'm not surprised," Red said before motioning to the lady. "This is Caitlin. Caitlin meet Grimsley. He's an acquaintance of mine from my previous journey here."

"Acquaintance is an over-exaggeration," he offered a hand to the psychic. "I've barely heard of him until he won the same tournament I was in. Barely even talked as well, but he's gotten quite famous after his battle with old Alder so his face has been recognizable."

Caitlin took his hand and shook. Grimsley had to reassess how strong he physically was. Such a frail woman had an iron grip. Physically enhanced psychic powers? Or maybe he was just weak. "It's nice to meet you."

"So what exactly happened here?" He smirked when the woman crossed her arms with a huff.

Red rolled his eyes. "You're keen enough to figure it out."

"A culinary disaster of the highest order." His observation led to some nervous laughter. Pikachu was still throwing up in that bush. Just how bad was this?

Caitlin looked ready to strangle him, but whatever discipline she had kept her under control. "I am just not used to cooking in the wilderness."

"That's a bad sign for any trainer."

"I'll be helping her learn how," Red intervened before the psychic could explode. His soft touch on her arm quelled the woman, "and it wasn't that bad. She just needed a bit more guidance."

"My butler taught me a few things before I was allowed to leave," Caitlin mumbled to herself. "He said it was good. It didn't cross my mind that he might have said that to spare my feelings." She sighed, "He spoils me too much."

Grimsley glanced at the ill Pikachu. The mouse's trainer held an impressive poker face. Grimsley smirked. "Of course. I didn't mean to come across as insulting." He kind of did, but he wasn't an idiot to completely provoke a psychic with enough power to put a dent in the ground. "Though it is advisable to learn it as soon as possible. It's always good to see new trainers, but some things are better taught early."

"I'm not new," Caitlin clicked her tongue. "I was once part of the Battle Frontier. They are comparable to the Elite Four in strength."

He chortled. "Could have fooled me."

Caitlin and Gothitelle narrowed their eyes. "Then let this lady teach this fool a lesson."

"Ha?"

"A Pokemon battle," she crossed her arms. "I'll put this mongrel in his place."

Tempting. "No thank you."

Caitlin grit her teeth. "And why not?"

"With how you struggle to control your powers, the chances of injuring myself from a pointless fight is too high," Grimsley waved her off. "Maybe if the odds were in my favor, I'd say yes, but I'd rather refuse with all my bones intact than accept with a chance of a shattered skull."

"You..."

Red held her back, his stare quieting the soured woman before turning back to Grimsley. "We understand that."

Grimsley nodded. "Thank you."

"So it wouldn't be a problem if I challenge you then?" Red smiled. Caitlin gasped and her brooding was replaced with excitement. "I have no psychic powers to speak of and it would be great to fight you again after all these years."

Oh.

Maybe he risked too much with the cards he was given this time.

XXX

"'Small yet hopeful, the Pokemon gazed at his trainer with hesitation against their final opponent. With one final cry, they both took their first step into their destiny...' How about that one?" Shauntal grinned as she jotted it down in her book. She stepped in front of a befuddled Caitlin with excitement. "It was inspired by the tales of Red and Pikachu, you know? I was drawn in by their deep bond."

"O-Oh really?" Caitlin stepped back. "That sounds promising enough."

"Of course, I would love to meet the real deal so my work can be better written," Shauntal continued, "Research is important, you know? The writing has to make sense in the context of the setting and story alongside the gripping narrative that it wants to tell. It's a beautiful song and dance. When I saw you two I could not help but approach. My deepest apologies for the unexpected appearance."

"No, that's fine," Red laughed. The three sat at a table in an outdoor cafe in Striaton City. Shauntal favored this place for its nice atmosphere. Writing always seemed better when written in a place that suited her. "It was a welcome surprise."

The ghost-type specialist beamed at his words before opening up her book again. "'On his face held infinite compassion that warred with a sense of duty. Unflinching in his path, the martyr prepared to sacrifice everything to bring about the salvation of the world...' Ah! Sorry," Shauntal noticed the stares of both trainers. "Whenever I get inspired, I would write it down so I don't forget it. I understand it can be a problem for some people."

Red cracked a small smile. For some reason, Shauntal felt a little bad for him. "That's fine. I can see that it's something you enjoy. I have no problem with it."

"I would love to see more of your work," Caitlin intervened and her eyes glinted with fascination. "Reading has been a common pastime of mine in the last few years. Do you perchance have anything you can recommend to me?"

"Oh, of course!" The ghost-type specialist perked up. Not a lot of her rivals had any interest in her storytelling so it always surprised her when someone wanted to talk about literature with her. It was quite a shame. She always believed a Pokemon Master was someone that was well-read and knowledgeable. "There's actually this one that I had the luck of finding in Striaton's library. I can show it to you later today if you want."

"It would be my pleasure!"

"Do you have any favorite books? Any particular authors that you favor?"

"Folklore and fairytales," Caitlin nodded. "It may sound childish of me, but I adore a happily ever after."

"That's not childish at all!"

The ghost-type specialist jumped in enthusiasm as she regaled the psychic with tales of things she had read or would recommend. Caitlin looked absorbed by her words and time would pass by as the two connected through their literary interests. The prim and proper lady was a surprise to Shauntal, but it was a welcome one.

So absorbed the two were in their conversation that they failed to notice the approaching woman.

"I adore a lot of different genres, myself," Shauntal said, "It's amazing to read newer and older works to see the evolution of modern writing. Some things stay the same, and some things change. I try to incorporate the techniques of old masters and use them for myself. There's no such thing as perfection. You could get always do better."

"Personally, I've always been fond of the classics," the psychic admitted, "the tales of knights, princesses, and princes never get old! Though I have taken to liking some other romances that Darach perused for my leisure. I cannot wait to read your recommendations."

"I promise they will not disappoint!"

"Um, excuse me."

Shauntal paused at the appearance of a woman with long dark hair and a lab coat. What was this?

"Oh! My apologies for not noticing you sooner," Caitlin said with an embarrassed smile, "do you need something?"

"Yes," the woman shyly nodded, though her focus was entirely on the man. "I am Fennel, a doctor that specializes in the dreams of humans and Pokemon. My deepest apologies if this comes off as sudden. I saw you while walking from work, and I thought this would be a good opportunity to finally show my gratitude to you in person while I still have the chance."

Red stared at her for a moment before widening in realization. "I simply did what anyone else would do in that situation, Dr. Fennel."

"Gratitude?" Caitlin looked at Red who coughed at the sudden attention.

"He saved me and my precious Munna's life from Team Plasma a few years ago," Fennel explained. There was a small smile on the doctor's face. "I was too exhausted to properly see him, but I can still remember the sound of lightning when Pikachu appeared. He left before I could thank him properly, but Alder found me later on. I've been meaning to reach you, but you're a very hard person to contact."

Shauntal's mind started racing as she began jotting that down. "'Electricity filled the air as thunder and lightning united under the Pokemon's might. Crushing force tested their opponents' defenses in a song of stormy judgment. Justice reached a crescendo...' Oh, I like that."

Red sighed at the woman's antics before focusing on Fennel. "I'm surprised you recognized me after all these years. I kind of figured you didn't get a good look since you were close to passing out."

"I actually recognized you while reading the papers," the doctor rummaged through her pockets and took something out. The three leaned forward to see it. Oh my! Caitlin gasped and Shauntal grinned as her fingers inched towards her pencil.

Red took one look at it before groaning, completely and utterly defeated.

"I cannot believe it," Caitlin muttered to herself. "Am I too late?"

Fennel watched them with concern. "Are you two okay?"

XXX

Cynthia knew something was up in her hometown when the villagers started congratulating her. That wasn't uncommon whenever she attempted the league, but the conference hadn't even started yet.

She loved her home. She was proud of being born and raised here. Cynthia was friendly with all of the residents of her town. However, Celestic wasn't exactly the most excitable of places. It got livelier as she grew, but the words said to her as she passed by familiar faces puzzled her.

"Good job!"

"Earlier than I expected. Congratulations, Cynthia!"

"I bet Carolina's pleased, eh Cynthia?"

"Took you long enough!"

It was concerning.

When she reached her home, the surrealness was magnified. Her parents were happy to see her and so was her grandmother. That was to be expected. She didn't expect what came after, however.

"Welcome back home, dear!" Carolina hugged her granddaughter with much more enthusiasm than normal. Cynthia was curious as to why. She was only halfway done with her journey. "Come inside. I assume Red isn't with you again?" Her grandmother's exasperation at her rival was light and teasing.

"You know how he is, grandma," Cynthia rolled her eyes. Her ancestor would always ask and her answer was always the same.

"Of course. I am not surprised, but you should bring him home eventually," Carolina tittered. "He needs to meet the family. We'd welcome him with open arms. All of Celestic Town, if not all of Sinnoh, would welcome him, really."

"I'll convince him."

"Good! I won't approve of a son-in-law that avoids us," Carolina crossed her arms. "Honestly, that man. He has nothing to be afraid of."

Cynthia nodded before she completely processed her words.

...

Her eyes narrowed and focused on the amused professor. "I don't follow."

"Too soon?" Carolina tilted her head. "I suppose you two began dating recently so the thought hasn't been brought up."

She slowly opened her mouth before closing it in confusion. Dating? Son-in-law? Suspicion started blossoming in her mind. Her thoughts ran back to everyone outside. A light pink tinged her cheeks. "Grandma, we're not dating."

The amusement and teasing expression on the professor's face changed into one of confusion. "You two aren't?"

"No," she shook her head. She bit her lip. "I did confess to him, but he hasn't given me an answer yet." She narrowed her eyes. "How did you conclude that we were dating though? Now that I think about it, how did everyone in the town come up with that conclusion as well?"

Carolina laughed nervously before pulling out a paper in her bag. Cynthia swiftly took it and read the title. All color drained from her face.

FROM RIVALS TO LOVERS! SINNOH'S RISING STARS KISS UNDER THE ALOLAN SUN!

What.

Her mouth opened in utter surprise. Before her eyes was a clear picture of the two embracing in the airport and an article gossiping about their possible relationship. Suddenly, everything started making sense.

Volkner and Flint's knowing looks. Lucian's nod of respect. Aaron's applause. Diantha mentioned that she still hadn't given up earlier this week. At first, she thought she was talking about their rivalry. It might be something else completely! Add onto that the citizens' excitement to her grandmother's teasing, and everything clicked.

Carolina studied her expression before grinning. "So when's the wedding?"

"Grandma!"

XXX

They were about to leave Striaton City after obtaining their third badge. During that time, Caitlin continued learning and studying under her prince.

Red's concern for her well-being at their inevitable separation made him open and precise with his tutelage. His teaching style was different. It was clear he borrowed from his own experiences of what a traveler would need to survive. She wasn't quite used to the life that trainers like Red endured and prospered in, but she hoped that she would eventually.

Teaching her the culinary arts, basic survival techniques, and common traveling habits was all fine and well. It was vastly different from her old life, but she would master it in time.

Controlling her psychic powers, on the other hand, was something she thought he wouldn't offer wisdom in. To her surprise, he had some points to share with her.

"So it comes out when your emotions get out of control?"

"Yes, m-Red," Caitlin nodded. "This usually translates to combat. I couldn't battle properly for some years due to my powers going out of control when I lose or if I get too excited." It ached her to share her weaknesses with a man she looked up to so highly, but she would not deny her prince's aid when offered.

"You've gotten better though."

"I have," she nodded, "I've had help, of course." She couldn't have done it without the support of her butler and her Pokemon. The training she had last year was a major boon to her confidence. "Nonetheless, it is still a problem. I can train and battle in situations of little stakes, especially if my opponent isn't an aggravation, but I fear that if I attempt a conference, it might be too much for me."

"So you just need something to keep you calm," Red hummed. "A crutch until you can do it on your own."

"That would help, yes."

"You've met Fennel," Red mused. "The doctor in Striaton City. Have you heard of the dream mist she studies?"

She shook her head. "It isn't something I am aware of, unfortunately."

"How about the Pokemon, Musharna?"

"That, I do know of," the lady nodded. "It is a Pokemon that emanates dreams and nightmares, yes?" There were some around Striaton City and considering her interest in psychics, she was tempted to add one to her team. Where was he going with this?

"They produce dream mist. It can induce a sedative effect on those around them," he said. "Normally, it's strong enough to send humans and Pokemon to sleep, but I wonder if your abnormally strong psychic strength is enough to reduce its effects to something that would only calm you instead."

It clicked.

"T-That is certainly a possibility." She tentatively considered the phenomenon. Psychic-types were quite infamous for their mind-altering abilities. Hypno was a famous species named just for that fact. The Pokemon she carried with her had taught her methods to control it, but the way Munna and Musharna utilized their psychic powers were innately unique.

Maybe. Just maybe...

Caitlin shook her head. She didn't want to hope too carelessly.

Red noticed her doubts and continued, "Of course, I don't want to suggest a solution that I am not knowledgeable of. Let's ask Fennel for her expertise on the matter. She knows more about the benefits and risks than any other."

"Yes, that's...I think that would be a good idea," Caitlin breathed. Her brief impression of the doctor was a kind yet intelligent one. The idea of catching the Unova Pokemon wasn't an adverse plan either. "Having a Munna of my own wouldn't be so bad." The Dreamyard had a plethora of them when she last checked and they looked absolutely adorable.

A Pokemon that could help control her temper until she could do it herself sounded too good to be true. When she said so to her prince, he laughed good-naturedly. "There's a lot about Pokemon we have yet to understand. Is it truly unbelievable to find one that could help with your particular predicament?"

Perhaps not. She smiled lightly, "If you say it like that, I suppose you are right." Professors, doctors, and researchers were people that worked on figuring out the mysteries of Pokemon and using what they learned to help others in need. The applications of this dream mist excited her. She stared at her idol and teacher with determination. "My prince, I implore that we turn back and speak to the good doctor at once!"

"It's Red," he sighed in small exasperation before nodding with a smile, "and you do not need to ask for my permission. I'll take you there. If we can lighten your burden by even a little bit, I will consider it a victory."

She returned his smile with a beam of her own. The genuine hope inside her gave the psychic the motivation and energy to rush back with her head held high. She'd be able to face the league. She could wipe that stupid smirk off of Grimsley's face too! The feeling of no longer having to worry about injuring the people around her was a freeing thought.

Red grinned as he followed close behind. To think he was thinking of ways to improve her life even when she did not ask him to made her feel all sorts of complicated emotions. Chivalrous and heroic were the least she could describe him.

She barged into the lab. "Good doctor, I have come for enlightenment!"

"Eh?" Fennel stared, stupefied.

If this worked, she had another debt to pay to her prince charming.

XXX

As an apprentice of Alder, Marshal knew much about the reigning champion. He learned from him, took his wisdom, and forged his unique style from his teachings. It was his dream to take everything he learned and surpass his master. It would be a monumental effort. Alder was someone that rarely took it easy and when it came to the title of champion, he held nothing back.

That was fine for him.

A Pokemon Master would face everything thrown at them and exceed it.

He knew the champion's true strength. Alder was a nigh unbeatable challenge. The fighter would have thought him unstoppable. His team, especially his Volcarona, had continued to grow, rising into higher heights that he could barely catch up to.

But any doubt he had in himself would be banished just as instantly as they were brought up.

He saw the mighty bug-type bleed once from a foreigner and his Garchomp. It proved to him that it could be beaten, that it could fall, and that was enough for him.

So Marshal trained. His might could overthrow the Elite Four. His strength in both mind and body was only rivaled by his peers. Every day he grew closer to reaching his goal. It looked so far away, but in a journey of a thousand steps, taking even a single one was progress to be savored.

He would meet that foreigner again on his way to his sixth badge.

BAM!

The sound of conflict attracted him. His head turned towards a spare battlefield by the Pokemon Center in Mistralton City. He couldn't help but stare. Watching others was another form of learning. The fighter was proficient in visually analyzing and adapting the things he saw into his own style. It was why Alder helped when they first met. He learned quickly.

A woman, lady-like and refined in style and tactics, engaged with a man of familiar black hair and amber eyes. Both had a partner Pokemon beside them, a Munna and Pikachu respectively. He was not surprised by the latter.

Reuniculus clashed with Scrafty. Psychic powers altered the battlefield. The Scrafty kicked any boulders coming its way. Deceptive strength pummeled the onslaught before getting close. Intellectual manipulation tested itself against underhanded tactics. Heads clashed. Literally.

CRACK!

Despite the mental capacity Reuniculus had over the Scrafty, the dark-type's skull was tougher. The Hoodlum Pokemon jumped over a thrown rock before slamming his head down with a devastating Head Smash.

Now that's using your head!

The psychic dropped down from the strike and both trainers rushed to check on their exhausted warriors.

"Curses," the woman sighed as she gently picked up her Pokemon. A potion came out of her bag and the Reuniculus expressed comfort in her care. "Dark-types are an annoyance."

"A lot of them don't fight fair," Red chuckled before spraying a potion on his Pokemon's bruised forehead. The Scrafty crossed its arms in pride at its accomplishments. "Many of them would exploit any advantage they can get. You are either strong enough to be above it or stoop to their level to combat it."

"That's not so chivalrous."

"There's a time and place for chivalry," he smiled. "Have patience and find a solution. You're growing leaps and bounds since we first started. Once we finish working on this one weakness, you'll be a trainer to be reckoned with."

"R-Right." The woman looked away, petting the floating Munna beside her with a small smile. "Of course, I cannot have done it without your tutelage."

"You'd have reached this level without me."

"Nonsense," she shook her head, "and even if so, it wouldn't have been a smooth experience. The lessons you've imparted will be with me even when we depart. It is priceless. Once I am strong enough, I promise that I will repay this debt."

"There is no debt to pay."

"What kind of lady would I be if I do not reward good service?" She had a look that screamed stubbornness. "As your student, it would be the greatest shame if I don't use what you've taught me to give something back."

What a wonderful sentiment.

The traveling warrior clapped. "Your student speaks the truth." He only observed the end of the battle, but it was clear that both trainers grew from it. He was glad! Watching others grow felt just as uplifting as seeing himself progress.

"Marshal," he recognized him.

"Red Satoshi." He towered over the man. The fighting-type specialist offered his hand. The foreigner took it and shook it firmly before letting go. "It has been quite a while since I've last seen you. You've gotten wiser!" As expected of the fighter that could draw with Alder. No trainer that could compete with his mentor would stagnate after that accomplishment. They would strive for more!

"And you've gotten even more muscular." They laughed.

"So you're a teacher now?"

"In the loosest definition of the word," Red shook his head. "I don't think I'd make a good teacher." Marshal raised a brow. Judging from the lady's expression behind him, she vehemently disagreed. "I'm not above offering some help here and there though."

"Sounds like the kind of teaching style Alder uses," he grinned, "and I don't think your student agrees with you."

"Caitlin's a fast learner," Red said, "It's more the fact that she's a model student than through my own efforts."

"My prince is incorrect," the lady narrowed her eyes. "He has been able to help me in ways that go beyond the responsibilities of a mentor. Exceptional is taking his efforts lightly."

"Caitlin..."

"Humility is a virtue, but being obsequious is not," Caitlin crossed her arms.

He sighed in exasperation before turning to Marshal. "How is Alder anyway?"

"For an aging champion, he still has the energy of a man in his prime." Experience had only made the traveler more dangerous. "He'd meet you personally if he knew you were here, but a champion's duty is never finished." Despite having the reputation of a wanderer that passed on his duties to others, Unova's mightiest trainer was still diligently watching his region when it counted.

"I wouldn't want to intrude on his time," Red shook his head, "but I appreciate the thought."

"He'd thank you, honestly," Marshal grinned, "Alder would rather talk with young and aspiring trainers instead of dealing with all the paperwork that comes with his job." The fighting-type specialist shuddered when he remembered his mentor passing those duties to him. He understood well why the champion disliked it so much. "Besides that, I do have a request."

"I'm listening."

"I was moved by the words and battle I witnessed." It reminded him of his time with Alder. He gave a small bow. "Let me train alongside you two for today."

Red blinked. "Oh?"

"I believe learning from others is the best way to grow," his grin grew, "Understanding others' styles and taking what is useful for myself is my path to growing stronger. There is something to be said for the passing down of wisdom. I can share some of my own as well." Extra training before taking on the flying-type gym also didn't hurt.

Red looked impressed. People always assumed him to be completely reliant on brute strength. Ha! Perhaps he did once upon a time, but Alder whipped him to shape long ago. "I don't mind. Caitlin could use more training partners as well." He perked up. "I'll make us some lunch while we're at it."

"Thank you," he nodded to the departing Red before offering his hand to the lady. "Nice to meet you, miss. Guess we'll be working together."

She took it and his eyes widened at her strength. For a frail-looking woman, she got a mean grip! "It's a pleasure." She let go and he breathed.

"I saw you struggling with that Scrafty a while ago," Marshal continued. "I have one myself. Why don't I help you learn how to counter them?"

She looked intrigued by the offer. "I wouldn't mind at all. My prince always said I needed more experience in battle."

"Prince?"

She completely ignored his questioning look. "You're much more tolerable than Grimsley at least."

"Ah, you met my rival."

The distasteful expression she held summed up Marshal's thoughts. "A ruffian dressed as a noble is worth just as much as a brick painted gold. No value at all. Once I learn to overcome my weaknesses, I will find an opportunity to put him in his place."

"He isn't that bad," he defended lightly.

"He plays a dangerous game. If he provoked me any further than he did, he might have broken a few bones."

Marshal blinked. "Excuse me?"

XXX

Caitlin took a deep breath.

Her Sigilyph crashed down. Pandemonium came from above. The Avianoid Pokemon got up to avoid the swooping Noivern. The screeching noise that exploded outward from the dragon made her wince. Her Pokemon was in a daze, her mind scrambled from the onslaught.

BOOM!

The battlefield rattled. Her heart hammered in her chest and psychic power began responding to the chaos that surrounded them. On instinct, her hands reached out to her Musharna, taking comfort in her presence. She took a deep breath.

Focus!

"Sigilyph, Thunder Wave!" There was a flash before a body slammed down. Her spirit soared and she was about to call out another command, but her prince, her annoying but oh-so-competitive prince was quick to respond.

"Boomburst the ground."

Dust covered the battlefield, the shockwave sending her Pokemon tumbling back. In the bat Pokemon's element, it swooped in with a Shadow Claw under the cover of darkness. Her Sigilyph took the hit straight on before blowing it all away with a Tailwind. The dragon attempted a Dragon Dance, only for the beast to wince as electricity coursed through his body.

Chance!

"Icy Wind," she felt a strong gust on her skin and an idea popped in her head, "on the Tailwind!"

Her psychic understood her intentions, chilling the air nigh instantly. The frigid breeze accelerated under the turbulent gale before slamming onto the dragon with merciless force. She could not give ground, she could not show mercy when facing his Pokemon.

If she gave an ounce of compassion, she would lose for sure!

BOOM!

Dragon Pulse slammed into Sigilyph. The beast flew to meet hers. Sigilyph rode the Tailwind, sailing through the air with unrivaled speed. Ferocious wyvern chased ancient guardian. The paralyzed Noivern struggled to catch up. Cold air touched dragon scale. Her plan was working! She could not believ-

"Don't resist," Red commanded. "Use the current, Noivern."

FWOOSH.

The bat dragon was behind her Sigilyph and Caitlin choked when she realized that Noivern took advantage of her Tailwind to compensate for his paralysis.

"Now."

Boomburst exploded outward. Clangoring mayhem interrupted the psychic-type's flight before her foe swooped in. Her heart lurched at the charging dragon. Shadow Claw crashed into archaic biology. Sigilyph responded with even colder winds. An aerial duel commenced between them. Every strike from the wyvern was precise and calculated, but he was getting slower.

Exhaustion was settling in. She needed to take advantage of it. Noivern rushed in for another assault. The psychic-type created distance between them. She held her breath when electricity surged through his body, sending it tumbling down. Yes!

Sigilyph caught him in a psychic hold, slamming him down to the ground. Caitlin took a moment to calm herself.

Noivern slowly rose before slumping in defeat.

She got excited again.

The psychic squealed before rushing to her Sigilyph for a crushing hug. She could hear her prince and Pikachu clap nearby.

"An excellent bout," Red smiled, taking a potion out to heal the exhausted Noivern. "I think you're ready."

Ah, that was right. They were preparing in Opelucid City for the dragon-type gym leader. Drayden's Pokemon looked so intimidating that she desired some training before going in. "You think so?"

"I know so," he patted his dragon. "You're getting better and you're calmer under pressure. I only saw you use your psychic abilities once and you were quick to rein it in." His smile grew an approving glint. "There's not much I can teach you that you won't be able to figure out on your own."

"Truly?" She glanced at the nodding Sigilyph and Musharna. Caitlin laughed. She beamed at her amused mentor and idol before bowing. "If my prince says so then perhaps that is the truth." She stared at her Pokemon, a determined look shared between them. "The eighth gym badge is ours!"

"Nuh-uh!"

She blinked and turned to stare at the source of the youthful voice. A small girl with wild violet hair and dark skin stared at them. Immature confidence radiated off of her. Red and Pikachu froze. Caitlin tilted her head. "And why do you think so?"

The girl placed both hands on her hips. The surety of her posture was a sight to behold for such a youthful girl. "Because Drayden's the best Dragon Master in Unova!"

"So I've heard," Caitlin said before pointing at the recovering Noivern beside her. "That is why I have been fighting them in preparation for his gym."

"Yeah," the child stared at the Kalos dragon with awe before shaking her head, "but Drayden's are definitely stronger than his!"

"Is that right?" Instead of being offended at her words, Red looked amused. "I'll take your word for it, miss..?"

"I'm Iris," she smiled, "and I am going to be the best Dragon Master in the whole world."

"Lofty goal," he grinned, "but I think you'll need a dragon first."

The kid flushed and mumbled, "I haven't started my Pokemon journey yet, but there is no doubt I am getting one eventually. I'm from the Village of Dragons, y'know! It's in the name."

"Fascinating."

"And I have tons of battling experience already!" She pouted. "I have this super strong Excadrill and I've fought plenty of trainers."

"An Excadrill as a partner Pokemon this young," Caitlin hummed to herself. That really was impressive. She'd fought one against Clay and they were a force to be reckoned with. They were sturdy and reliable. She could see how the child was winning handily with a Pokemon like that.

Red smiled, "May we see Excadrill?"

"Uh," Iris's confidence dimmed at his question, "I don't think that's a good idea."

The psychic raised a brow. "Why not?"

"He doesn't listen to me anymore," the child looked away in shame. For the first time since they met, the Unova native showed a hint of vulnerability in that young exterior. "Excadrill ignores all my commands and keeps to himself. Nothing I say works."

Red nodded. "I see." He knelt in front of her. Caitlin watched in fascination as her mentor let Pikachu join her side. The girl gasped and took the opportunity to pet the mouse. "Do you know why?"

"Not really." She pondered in thought. "It all started when I lost to Drayden. His Haxorus must be pretty strong to scare him that much."

"I don't think an Excadrill could scare that easily, even if their opponent is a dragon." He chuckled. "Have you asked him why he won't obey you? Sometimes the best way to figure it out is to just talk with them."

Iris sighed. "I tried talking to him, but he won't listen."

"But did you listen to him?"

"Huh?" She blinked.

"Pokemon are living and breathing things," Red said, "They have thoughts and emotions too."

"I know that!"

"I'm sure you do," he chuckled, "then you should also know that conversing with your Pokemon is a two-way process and even though there is a language barrier between us and them, it is our duty as their trainer to understand them just as much as they try to understand us. They aren't weapons." He reached out and rubbed Iris's head affectionately. To Caitlin's shock, the girl accepted it. "They are our friends."

Iris stared at her mentor with awe before looking down in thought. She grumbled, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Red laughed and stood up. "I understand if it's a lot to take in." A knowing smile blossomed on his face. "You'll figure it out as you get older. After all, you're still just a kid."

Iris squawked at his teasing. "I'll have you know I'm almost ten years old!"

"So a kid."

"Why you..."

Caitlin giggled.

They talked some more and the psychic couldn't help but observe just how easily he handled the spritely yet confident little girl. He brought out all sorts of dragons he had with him. Caitlin almost wanted to pinch the girl's cheeks when Iris gazed at his Goodra, Noivern, and Garchomp with delight. He was good with children. As expected of him. When Drayden came and called for the girl, Caitlin joined his company once again, admiring a side she had never seen from her prince.

"That was nice of you," the psychic commented.

"She's a good girl."

"Quite confident in herself."

"She had reason to be." He took a few containers of food out of his bag and offered them to his dragons. "She's strong for her age. A budding talent that had a little bump in the road. I just wanted to give her a nudge in the right direction."

Caitlin smiled. He did the same with her. "You tend to do that."

"I cannot help myself," Red didn't look apologetic at all, regardless of his words. "For good or for ill."

"Helping others is never a bad thing." He taught her that.

He looked surprised to see her repeat it before laughing. "That's right."

They continued training after their brief encounter with the growing Dragon Master. Her prince adopted a thoughtful look after meeting the girl, but still offered any advice he could give. Iris thought that she would not emerge victorious over the gym leader. How adorable. The girl clearly didn't know her mentor! She would prove that his teachings were true. The eighth gym badge was hers for the taking.

XXX

Life.

What is life?

Power.

What is power?

Existence.

What is the purpose of my existence?

Life. Power. Existence.

To be the strongest Pokemon in the world.

The Viridian Gym's battlefield bent and cracked under immense pressure. Nidoking and Arcanine floated above. The trainer could only look hopelessly as his entire team crumbled like pests before him.

FWOOSH.

CRACK.

The two slammed against the wall, a sickening sound echoing as flesh and skin collided with harsh stone. There was silence then. A meaty slap reverberated on the battlefield as the human's servants flopped down to the ground. Nothing needed to be said. Horror encroached upon the child's face. He witnessed true strength that day and his mind struggled to comprehend it.

Mewtwo ignored him.

Another victory. Another fight. Another day of senseless violence.

XXX

What am I?

The whirring of machines surrounded him. Metallic wires entered plated armor. He could feel his mind and body changing from technological interference. The cage shackled around his body clicked tightly into place. Undeniable power weakened for the safety of humanity and the world.

Why do I serve humans?

"You were created by humanity." He looked up to see his jailer stare at him from above. Far enough to keep himself from harm yet close enough to prove who was master and who was servant. Giovanni looked down as if some sort of deity. Was he? "Your creation was in service of us."

I was made to serve humans, Mewtwo stared back. Then I am a tool. I am a weapon.

"That is what you have become."

But I am a Pokemon.

Giovanni nodded. "Artificially made, but still a Pokemon nonetheless."

I am the strongest Pokemon. His master narrowed his eyes when the metal around him groaned. Mental power asserted itself to his command, regardless of the limitations that were placed upon him. Why should I listen to you?

"Because there are others far stronger than you."

The twisting of metal stilled. He watched his jailer's expression. Not a single lie showed on his face. He couldn't comprehend his words. He was the strongest, but there were others stronger? It did not compute.

Explain.

"I do not need to explain," Giovanni said. "If you let me, I can show you."

Temptation was offered on a silver platter. Mewtwo narrowed his eyes.

He knew this was an attempt to control him even further. He knew that his jailer wanted nothing more than to keep his weapon under his thumb. This human was a master of deception, a king that reigned in a shadow empire that spanned regions. Everything he said should be held under scrutiny.

However, if he chose to rebel against the world, to defy the subject of his creation, would he be able to contend with those that his jailer thought his superior? The doubt stalled him.

His abhorrent master knew how to push his buttons. He would let the human play god. For now. The plated armor around him tightened. He dismissed the discomfort in favor of the human above him.

Show me.

XXX

One by one, his Elite Four fell to him.

He sat on one side of the stadium, arms crossed and eyes closed. Alder ignored the roaring of the crowd and the flashing of cameras. Such attention dulled over the years. He was the conquering champion. It was normal for his region to support him, even in a competition built to test his reign.

His keen ears picked up the sound of approaching footsteps amongst the noise. A grin grew as he opened his eyes to see him.

Red met his gaze openly. The challenge was clear. This man climbed to the top to complete the last trial in the mountain called the Pokemon League. He broke through every obstacle, conquered every gym, triumphed over the conference, and vanquished his vaunted Elite Four just to clash with the strongest across the land.

Best tread carefully now. You might be dethroned at this rate.

Heh. Guess he had this coming.

Alder stood up. Just from one simple motion did the roar of the stadium reach a crescendo. "Red. It's nice meeting you again."

"Alder." Despite the gravity of their situation, Red still looked happy to see the elder. "I came for that rematch."

"I can see that," he laughed. "You weren't content drawing with a champion?"

"Would you?"

He smiled. "No, I would not be. I'd soar higher, be better than last time, every single time."

"Then you know my answer."

He did. "You have the mindset of a champion, Red." Alder grabbed a pokeball. "Let's see if you can live up to it. May the best trainer win."

"To the left, we have Challenger Red Satoshi of Celestic Town." His reputation preceded him. The stadium cried out in delight. "To the right, we have the defending champion of Unova, Alder Adeku!" His region backed him with wild abandon. "This is a six-on-six battle. The first trainer to lose all their Pokemon loses the match. Are the two trainers ready?" At their nods, "Then begin!"

"Give me a hand, Escavalier!"

"Decidueye."

CLINK.

Lance clashed with talons the moment they came out. Both trainers glanced at each other, a knowing grin growing between the two. They came out swinging and their responses did not disappoint.

The conqueror came for the defending king. Red wanted the crown. He'd have to take it from him.

Decidueye flew off, preferring to keep its distance. He'd let it as Escavalier armed himself with Swords Dance. Space was made. Lances were sharpened. He tensed when the owl began nocking one of its quills.

FWOOSH.

In the blink of an eye, it landed right next to his bug-type and darkness swelled up from below. Spirit Shackle latched onto him. He pondered the situation before noticing a flurry of arrows striking the armor of his bug-type. Alder nodded.

So distance was his answer, eh?

"Smart Strike the quills, Escavalier."

SCHINK.

With precise and automatic movements, the steel-type's lance swatted away the projectiles. Not a single one landed. Immobile but unflinching, his knight held an unwavering defense against the swift and agile archer. Arrows were sliced by pinpoint steel. His advance was slow but methodical. Despite the sluggishness of Escavalier, he was known as the Cavalry Pokemon for a reason.

The floor shattered around him as Escavalier dashed with Aerial Ace. The owl flew back, surprise clear on its face. It looked like that of a tale of ancient Unova. Armored and heavily armed, the warrior gave chase to the fleeting rogue.

Nonetheless, a champion's Pokemon should not be underestimated. He reached Decidueye in a flash.

CLANG.

The archer had daggers.

Leaf Blade collided with Smart Strike. Standing its ground, Decidueye struck metal with hardened feathers. Indomitable defense endured against the onslaught of strikes. His Pokemon took on worse. For every rapid bladed slash, his Escavalier responded with an unavoidable thrust of his lance.

He pierced through its defenses like paper. Speed saved the owl's life as it flew back once again, releasing a flurry of arrows. Escavalier shut down the offensive with Smart Strike. It gave chase with Aerial Ace.

SCHINK.

CLANG.

SHINK.

The cycle repeated itself. Alder's insurmountable wall would not be broken through the guerilla tactics of the bird. For every exchange, the owl grew slower while his knight barely felt the onslaught of grass and ghost.

He would win through a slow and stea-

"Decidueye, to the sky."

Alder's eyes narrowed when Red's wrist started glowing with purple intensity. What were those things called again? Z-rings, he believed. That meant a Z-move! Decidueye blasted off into the air. They stood and observed. A counter was planned instantly. "Swords Dance, Escavalier." He smirked. "We're going to fight it, buddy."

Escavalier looked at his trainer and a spark of excitement was shared between them. His warrior accepted the challenge. Power radiated off of both Pokemon. Decidueye moved as one with its trainer while his own sharpened his lances for one massive blow.

Red gave Alder a look of respect before returning the champion's smirk with a challenging grin of his own. "Sinister Arrow Raid."

"Megahorn!"

Energy transferred from trainer to Pokemon and a storm of arrows flew down along with the archer to meet the charging cavalry head-on. Super-powered lance slammed into the encroaching barrage.

CRACK! BOOM!

Dust flew outward. The archer crashed to the floor, a deep bruise on its chest. The knight skidded through the dirt, dozens of arrows embedded through untouchable armor.

There was silence.

Decidueye stood up. Escavalier stayed down.

Fair game. He smirked and threw out his next ally. "Help a friend out, Boufallant!"

Stomp.

He allowed no time to recover. The buffalo slammed into the exhausted owl mercilessly. Decidueye groaned in pain before smacking the normal-type with Leaf Blade. Sap Sipper absorbed the blow and turned energy into strength. The last match was a knight against ranger. Now the archer faces a behemoth.

A knight was honorable.

He would not give his challenger the same courtesy this time.

A juggernaut disregarded honor for violence.

The beast fought back against the hunter. Ardent and unrelenting, Bouffalant mauled the owl to its demise. It tried to retaliate with Brave Bird, but the softness of his mane and thickness of his skull allowed his great warrior to take on the attack with nothing but a simple Head Charge.

CRACK.

No words were needed to be said as the swift hunter toppled.

"Krookodile."

Predator and prey collided.

Bouffalant was the bravest of his companions. He stood his ground as the Krookodile swam through the earth with Dig. The ground predator learned the hard way that the behemoth would not stand for it. Earthquake sent the dark-type tumbling.

Sharp fangs tried to crush flesh. He used his fluffy fur to mitigate the Crunch. Rocks pierced the crocodile's scales as Stone Edge dug deep into skin. Dragon Claw slammed down only to be met with an upward Head Charge. The champion's monstrous normal-type took everything and dealt back just as much. He was his berserker.

Bouffalant accepted nothing but the best and in return, Alder would receive only the best from him.

BOOM!

Krookodile held onto the buffalo's horns as he was thrown from the Head Charge. Crunch dug deep into his beast's flesh, but Bouffalant ignored it as his stalwart ally slammed the predator deep into the stadium walls.

The wall cracked as his beast pushed the ground-type deeper into hardened stone. The crocodile growled as his fangs dug deeper in retaliation. It was a game of endurance. Hardened stadium rock tested scale. Razor-sharpened teeth jabbed into fur.

Despite the reinforcements made for a stadium meant to test champions, his Bouffalant casually formed a crater with a single charge.

CRACK.

Krookodile's body slackened. Prey overcame predator.

"Infernape."

The great ape closed the distance in an instant. Bouffalant only had enough time to use his thick mane to mitigate a Mach Punch to the face. Alder grinned at the fire-type's aggression. Let's cool that heat. "Rain Dance."

"Don't let up, Infernape."

Bouffalant took the Close Combat while rain formed over the arena. It was only his training as a champion's Pokemon that kept him from getting wounded so heavily. Head Charge collided with Mach Punch. Stone Edge was blocked by Close Combat.

"Pin him down, Bouffalant!"

"Ride him."

Alder paused when the Infernape jumped over another Head Charge and mounted his Pokemon. When the ape began throwing Mach Punches on the raging Bouffalant's body, he chuckled. That was one way to avoid his Pokemon's thick mane.

Smart.

But not enough.

The battlefield shook as his beast attempted to overthrow the fire-type with Earthquake. Stone Edges rained down. Infernape ignored it all and opted for a full offensive. Close Combat, Flamethrower, and Mach Punches were thrown in an attempt to take his rampaging monster of a Pokemon down.

Two bodies crashed into the ground. Both took their toll. They returned them and Alder had to smile when Red glanced at his closest companion.

Something in him told the old champion that the battle was only getting started.

"Druddigon!"

"Pikachu."

XXX

"Pikachu?" The mouse turned to see his trainer walk up to him. They were in a Pokemon Center, recovering and planning for their next journey. Their first conference went better than they thought. It surprised him that they were even in the top sixteen trainers. "What're you watching, bud?"

"Pika!" The mouse pointed at the TV displayed.

"And Pikachu starts off with a powerful Thunderbolt! What's this?! Alder responded with Outrage! Can Red's ace deal with this, Rob?"

"We've seen that mouse handle worse, John!"

Ash's eyes widened. "That's Red! His championship fight was today?!" He groaned in realization. "Ugh, I completely forgot." Pikachu did not blame his trainer. They were too busy with their own conference. Ash grabbed a seat and sat down. The yellow starter placed his focus on the Pikachu before him.

Overwhelming strength combined with deceptive grace clashed with a beast many times its size. He would have been nervous facing that, but the Kanto rodent took on the menacing beast in stride. That just might be the most powerful Pikachu in the world. He was confident in his abilities, but that one was in a league of its own.

He wondered if he could reach that.

"Ash! Pikachu!" Misty found them after having her Pokemon treated. The two completely ignored her. The water-type specialist blinked. "Are you two okay?"

"Hey Misty," Ash didn't turn away from the screen. "Is Serena and Brock with you?"

"Serena's still with Nurse Joy and Brock's coming in a second," Misty turned to the display, "Watching another Pokemon battle, Ash?"

"Not just any battle," Ash grinned as the monitor flashed when Iron Tail and Night Slash collided. "It's the championship fight between Red and Alder! I didn't realize it was today."

The water-type specialist hummed noncommittally, studying Red's face before comparing it to Ash's. Pikachu noted the odd expression on her face. "Blaine wasn't wrong when he said you two looked similar."

"What was that, Misty?"

"Nothing, Ash," she shook her head. "Just thinking of stuff. Say, are you related to this guy by any chance?"

"Me? Related to Red?" Ash blinked before thinking about it. The Kanto starter wasn't the only one to pick out the odd resemblance. The mouse remembered some of the older gym leaders react with surprise whenever they saw his trainer. "No, I don't think so."

"Are you sure?"

"I'd think I would know if I was related to Red, Misty." Ash rolled his eyes before perking up when a huge explosion occurred on screen. The dragon slammed the mouse to the ground, only for intense lightning to explode outward. Pikachu gasped as magnificent golden light formed into a tightly controlled sphere.

"And Druddigon used Payback! Golly, Rob, that looked like it hurt!"

"Pikachu's not done just yet! Look at that Electro Ball!"

The mouse heard footsteps behind him. "Hey, guys, what's going on here?" Brock stopped when Misty nudged his shoulder before pointing at the screen. The man stared before humming. "That's Unova's league, isn't it?"

"Take a look at who it is," she tilted her head at the screen and the former gym leader noticed the combatants.

Brock made a noise in understanding. "Red, right? My dad fought him once. Nice to see him rise in the rankings."

"You didn't tell me your father battled him," Ash tore his eyes away from the screen to look at the rock-type specialist.

"It was before my time," Brock shrugged, "and you never asked. I thought you knew, considering that my dad mistook you for him when we first met."

Ash flushed with embarrassment. "Oh right."

Boom!

The scene shook as the tiny force of nature ripped through thick hide with a tail made of steel. Pikachu memorized every technique shown, mesmerized at the experience and skill displayed by the battle-hardened veteran. Druddigon reacted with Superpower, its claws digging deep into the earth before pulling out a large chunk to throw at its smaller adversary.

Pikachu shuddered. He would have been defeated there.

But not this veteran mouse. The massive boulder was thrown. An Electro Ball soared. Thunderbolt connected with the flying energy sphere, enlarging the attack to even greater heights. Like a drill, the electric combination bore a hole through the rock before pushing itself against the dragon. Another explosion occurred and Pikachu's eyes widened when the large beast crashed to the ground.

"Druddigon's down! I repeat, John, Druddigon's down!"

"It's an even match. They both have three Pokemon left!"

How?

Pikachu had no idea. This looked absolutely unreal to him, like a battle from myth. Was this what the best of the best looked like? To casually lift large chunks of the arena just like that, only for such a mighty attack to be blown back by something far greater? His trainer wanted to be a Pokemon Master. Pikachu would do his best to help him reach that goal.

But as he watched both champion-level trainers clash, he realized that they got a long way to go.

XXX

"Accelgor, I need your assistance!"

Alder's heart thundered. Dust and great gusts of air swept throughout the stadium, the resulting collision between Druddigon and Pikachu still causing aftereffects despite its conclusion. A manic grin was stuck on his face. Yes, this was what he wanted. This was what he waited for! The epic clashes, the legendary standoffs! He hadn't felt like this in years.

"We've got a worthy opponent in our hands, my friend. Let's give it all we got," Alder smirked at his Pokemon. Accelgor gave him one nod before vanishing.

VROOM.

Pikachu's instincts saved him as he reappeared nigh instantly. The mouse blocked a Focus Blast to the face. Smoke covered the field. He appeared above him. Another Focus Blast slammed down. A Focus Blast came from behind. Another to his right. Then the left.

Blinding speed rammed into the exhausted mouse. Water Shurikens rained down. Pikachu blocked all of it with Iron Tail. Accelgor crashed into him with Bug Buzz. Pikachu groaned. The screeching sound stunned the electric-type.

Swiftly and decisively, two Focus Blasts formed on both of the bug-type's palms. He clapped down on the mouse with both.

The resulting explosion rattled the electric-type.

Accelgor jumped, Water Shurikens at the ready. Pikachu responded with Quick Attack. Despite being wounded and sluggish, the mouse perfectly dodged every projectile. The Shell Out Pokemon maneuvered away from the assault.

"U-Turn!"

Pikachu's breath was forced out of his lungs from one more slam before Accelgor vanished.

Vanilluxe descended with Ice Beam.

CLINK.

Blizzard covered the arena. Thunderbolt soared. Light Screen mitigated the blow. Ice and snow snuffed out thunder and lightning. With one final Flash Cannon, the rushing blast finished off Red's ace. Alder's grin grew.

What was next?

"Greninja."

Torrents of water exploded outward. Alder's thundering heartbeat accelerated. Greninja evolved before his eyes.

So this was the mysterious Kalos shinobi that he heard about.

Perfect.

Like a riptide, Greninja swept forth in an army of illusions. Vanilluxe struck them all with a neverending Blizzard. The cold barely registered in the Kalos starter's mind. The shinobi jumped, reaching the floating ice-type. He landed on his face and with the frog's extremely strong legs, pushed the ice-type to the ground.

Ice Beam shot upward. Greninja used his massive shuriken as a shield. Completely frozen, the Water Shuriken covered the water-type as it descended to meet his fallen foe.

CRACK.

Like a sword, Greninja shattered the frozen Water Shuriken into Vanilluxe's face before summoning another one. Flash Cannon was hastily released to meet the ensuing onslaught. The constant Blizzard slowed Greninja enough to cause minor injuries. It didn't deter him, however.

The moment the ice-type rose, Aerial Ace came from below, an uppercut that sent the floating Pokemon tilting before the ninja slammed down with Cut.

SCHINK.

Ice and snow came off of his companion as the shinobi picked off pieces with makeshift daggers. Snowstorm met a tidal wave. Water conquered.

The Blizzard vanished as Greninja pummeled the ice-type to the ground. Like an assassin, their strikes were designed to obliterate their target as fast as possible. The shinobi slowly stood up, both trainer and Pokemon beckoning Alder for their next opponent to slay. Haha! Such confidence. He'd entertain them.

Fight fire with fire.

"Accelgor."

Both Pokemon vanished.

XXX

"Where did they go?!"

"I can't believe it, Rob! Golly, they're going so fast that the cameras can't pick them up!"

"A clash of ninjas, John! What a spectacle!"

"All I can see are afterimages! I can't follow them! Cameraman, get on this quick!"

Mewtwo stayed silent as he watched the battle before him. Giovanni's words were true.

Because there are others far stronger than you.

He could take on one, two, maybe three of those mighty servants, but six? He didn't know if that was possible alone. He was foolish and arrogant for believing himself above the world's strongest masters. That didn't factor in the fact that they weren't the only ones he had to be wary of. His eyes gazed at other screens.

"And Steven's Metagross felled Wallace's Milotic! I cannot believe it, folks! This is the end of the Ever Grande Conference! Steven Stone stays the champion of Hoenn!"

"Cynthia's Gastrodon somehow survived that Hyper Beam!"

"Charizard has done the impossible! After a close battle with his rival, Leon is now Galar's monarch!"

So many of them.

If he were to enact his vengeance on the world, could he emerge the victor? His jailer protected his presence from these insurmountable odds, but once he was out in the open, defeat looked to be the only possible outcome. It felt inevitable. What was the point of being the strongest Pokemon if he had to face odds like these?

CLING! CLANG! CLING!

The camera did its best to keep track of the battle. The unnatural Greninja stayed toe to toe with the agile Accelgor. It was a test of speed and both competitors were evenly matched. Water Shurikens met Water Shurikens. Cut collided with Focus Blast. Aerial Ace struck Bug Buzz. It was only his highly adapted eyes that allowed him to locate these dueling shinobis.

If he wasn't tracking them, he'd have missed it.

"Do you understand the gravity of your situation?"

I do. Mewtwo looked above to see his jailer looking down on him. Never had his master looked as smug as he was now. He swallowed his pride. Giovanni was right, he was wrong. He'd accept that and move on. I am not the strongest entity in existence.

"The world is large," Giovanni said. "There are things beyond me, beyond you. You are naive; inexperienced despite your unparalleled intelligence." His jailer narrowed his eyes. "If you break your chains and flee, I won't stop you. Be my guest. It would be entertaining to see you break before we retrieve you again."

He hated the arrogance in his voice. It was mocking; demeaning. If he escaped now, Giovanni wouldn't dare interfere. The criminal knew that his psychic powers were enough to break through the prison that was his armor and there were no Pokemon that his jailer had that could match him in combat, but he also knew that Mewtwo would not last long out there.

Even if he won against his jailer, he would lose. Endure this torment and be subservient forever or grasp freedom and risk opposition when he sought the truth. He could flee and hide, but Giovanni would find him. He could flee and fight, but then Team Rocket didn't need to raise a finger to stop him. The cunning mind stored in his master's head frustrated the psychic-type.

Boom!

Greninja grabbed Accelgor and dragged the bug through the dirt. He watched Accelgor struggle, clashing and parrying the Greninja's strikes despite being on the back foot. He didn't plead for forgiveness nor did he surrender. The massive Water Shuriken sent the ninja bug flying. The human champion's Pokemon stood back up. He continued to fight despite knowing the end.

Why?

"They fight for many reasons," Giovanni answered and Mewtwo realized he asked that question out loud. "Loyalty, vengeance, mercy, defiance, necessity, hate, love; They fight because they carry the weight of something greater than them. They have a cause and if there's one thing that can rally any man or Pokemon, it is a cause they believe wholeheartedly."

Greninja formed a dagger from Cut and dug deep into the bug shinobi. Soft skin was torn. Accelgor grabbed onto the frog's arm and started vibrating violently. Bug Buzz ripped through Cut. Both weren't deterred. None gave an inch to the other. They took each other's hits. Determination was clear in their eyes. None were willing to back down. Mewtwo watched it all in silence.

Both Pokemon fought for something.

Wasn't his freedom worth fighting for too? Even if the chances of victory were 1%, it was odds worth fighting for. At least, he liked to believe so. Was his cause just? Was his cause selfish? Did he care? His own happiness should be his priority.

SCHINK.

The water-type towered over the fallen bug-type.

It is better to die standing than to live kneeling.

Giovanni was already gone when metal started bending around him.

XXX

Volcarona's ascent promised the end. Greninja breathed hard, his battles with Vanilluxe and Accelgor taking a toll on his labored body. Red looked just as exhausted, the trainer wincing as he massaged his arm. So the rumors were true. They were connected beyond anything the world had ever seen.

He was honored to fight such a phenomenon.

One Pokemon left against two. Not odds Alder was used to, but he had pulled off miracles before. He'd just have to do it again.

"Volcarona, our backs are against the wall." Instead of lamenting this fact, the champion beamed. "It's just us now, my ace, so let's give the world a show they'll never forget!"

His greatest Pokemon said no verbal response. There was no need for that. Both preferred to speak through their actions instead. The entire battlefield started crumbling as Volcarona's psychic powers lifted all of the rubble off the battlefield. The stadium was silent as his ace gently lifted the gigantic boulder that his Druddigon tore off.

His great moth's feat made Red and Greninja tense.

This was a champion's strongest.

And it was motivated to win.

"Grenin-"

"Fall!"

The rocks descended.

Double Team was attempted to avoid the onslaught. Volcarona denied them, a sweeping Heat Wave scorching through the illusion with but a single flap of the great bug's wings. Harsh stone dug into amphibious flesh. He was too tired to avoid them all.

Volcarona was the judge, jury, and executioner. Greninja was mercilessly crushed before h-

FWOOSH.

His ace was pushed back by a single Water Shuriken. Alder blinked in surprise before watching the frog stare challengingly. Heh. What a gutsy shinobi. Such defiance would serve him well in the future. It was unfortunate that it was aimed against him.

A good parting shot, but his ace was nowhere done.

CRACK!

Any smooth flooring the arena had was destroyed as Volcarona took the entire battlefield and turned it into his personal weapon. With immense mental power, blunt rock was sharpened into bladed shards. In response, Greninja summoned one last Cut.

Resistant to the end. Alder could respect such warriors.

SCHINK.

The execution was swift. Greninja was able to slash through dozens before it was too much. The ninja reverted to normal. Red groaned as he fell to his knees, tired and dazed. The referee watched the trainer worryingly. The man looked close to passing out. Alder couldn't blame him.

If he felt every single strike his Pokemon did, then taking a hit from a champion's ace would take its toll on anybody.

"Challenger Red, are you fit for battle?" When he got no response, the referee became even more concerned. "I-"

"Give him time." Alder crossed his arms. He refused to let it end here.

No.

Exhausted as Red might seem, he knew that this man was not done.

Not yet.

Red took a deep breath before grinning as he took out a pendant beneath his shirt. The glint of the Key Stone embedded into a dragon fang told Alder all he needed to know. This man was not out of the fight. He had one more card up his sleeve.

"I choose you," Red said, "Garchomp."

XXX

The dragon bellowed the moment he came out.

He knew this stage. He knew this foe.

Volcarona!

The championship!

Red!

Garchomp looked behind him. His throat growled at the sight of his trainer. He had never seen his kin in such a lowly state. Instincts beckoned him to do something about it. The dragon's eyes zeroed in on the Volcarona. The moth was not intimidated. It even glared back. They remembered one another and they would not let the past repeat itself.

Both trainers were down to their last Pokemon. This was not a casual match between two warriors. They were the last ones standing between victory and defeat. There would be no draw here. They were willing to rip and tear through the other for their own goals.

He demanded vengeance, for the sight of his trainer and for their previous fight. He promised Red that he would be there when they reach the top. He refused to be the reason why they fell. No. He would be the reason why they won.

The Mega Stone on his neck began resonating with Red's Key Stone. The strength of their bond manifested into a solid form. The goal between trainer and Pokemon was one.

"I place my hopes on you, Garchomp." Red gave an exhausted smile. "Let's make this one count."

Of course.

We will win.

We will become champions.

Together.

Garchomp was no more.

SCHINK.

Mega Garchomp closed the distance. Boulders descended through mental willpower. He reaped right through. Heat Wave collided with dragon scales. He barreled right through. Nothing would deny him. Volcarona flew back, a Quiver Dance at the ready. He wouldn't let it.

Hardened jaws bit through burning hot wings with Crunch. Thick arms hugged the moth before both crashed onto the ground. Draco Meteor struck down. Heat Wave was unleashed. He ignored the sweltering inferno as claws dug into flesh. He stomped. The scarred battlefield shook from his Earthquake.

BOOM.

Volcarona sent Garchomp flying with Psychic. He responded in kind with Flamethrower.

Boulders were thrown. He cleaved them. Draco Meteor erupted upward. Every single one of his meteors was deflected by a wide-sweeping Heat Wave. He dashed forth. Rampaging dragon clashed with volcanic sun. Light and energy exploded outward with every collision. A mere swing of his claws formed craters. One flap of Volcarona's wings generated hurricanes.

Brute force met mental willpower.

The rapid vibrations of Bug Buzz caught the dragon in its tormenting sound. Psychic moth dropped half the battlefield on top of him. His knees bent from the weight. No. Not like this. He could feel the taste of victory. Dragon Claws formed.

SCHINK.

He cut it in half. Dust and dirt flew. Garchomp's legs ached as he took a step forward. A scorching Heat Wave slammed into him. The dragon took a deep breath as he tried to get his bearings together. His breath left him when he was slammed against the wall by Psychic. Quiver Dance activated before his eyes. Volcarona's mental hold on him grew stronger.

Exhausted muscles struggled for control. Vision blurred. He tightened his jaws as he released another bellowing warcry.

Stomp.

His foot took one step forward. Psychic pressure increased. Another step.

Stomp.

And another.

Stomp.

Stomp!

Stomp!

Garchomp felt like he had the weight of a mountain on top of him. Five of his brothers-in-arms opened up the path. It was his job to end it. His kin, his family, were cheering him on. If he couldn't run, walk. If he couldn't walk, crawl.

Just reach Volcarona!

He bellowed with such volume that it drowned out all noise. The weight of the mountain grew and the floor below him turned into a fine dust. He was walking through sand. Garchomp's knees felt indescribable pain. He refused to go down.

Stomp.

He was in front of him now. The dragon towered over Volcarona. The moth focused all of its thoughts on pulverizing him. Garchomp lifted a single cleaver against oppressing pressure. Dragon Claw glowed.

Once the moth knew it was all for naught, the psychic hold was released in favor of Bug Buzz. He swung down.

SCHINK! CRACK! BOOOOOOOOM!

Silence.

A body fell.

"Volcarona is unable to battle!" The referee screamed in disbelief. The stadium's roaring jubilation finally reached the dragon's ears. "That means Red Satoshi is the victor and our newest Unova League Champion!"

He did it.

It was only when Volcarona was returned to Alder's side did Garchomp finally fall to his knees.

XXX

Unova's Hall of Fame was old. Made of ancient rock and stone, the league existed in this region for generations. It had a proud history with plenty of fine warriors and even finer champions. Hung along its walls were paintings and pictures of Unova's best, from the very first to last. At the very end held a picture of a younger Alder with his original team. These sacred halls were meant to commemorate those that reached the pinnacle of what it meant to be a Pokemon trainer.

Another would be added to these hallowed grounds.

Alder walked alongside the newest champion. All six of Red's Pokemon were beside them. Recovered and rested, both trainer and team still looked equally exhausted. He couldn't blame them. They threw everything they had to be here.

Their efforts would be rewarded.

"When I was younger, I could not help but be awed by the names engraved on these walls," Alder said with a smile. "I still am." They reached the end. "I made a promise. To surpass everyone before me and become the strongest in all of Unova. My name was placed here as a result; my achievements and efforts were finally made manifest. I will be immortalized as a champion."

His picture was displayed at the front. He walked up to it, firm hands gripping the edges before taking it down. He glanced at the empty spot on the left wall and chuckled. "Every day, I waited." He placed his picture there. "I inevitably had to pass on the mantle and my only desire was for that person to be stronger than me. So I trained, I grew, I fought with all my strength so the next generation will be better than the last. That was my only wish."

Alder beamed at him as he unveiled the portrait of Red and his Pokemon that lay on the table before them. He grabbed it and placed it at the front for the entire world to see.

"Thank you for fulfilling that wish." He offered his hand and the champion took it. "Welcome to the Hall of Fame."

The Pokemon around them cheered. Red smiled before letting go. "I am honored."

"There are a few things I must teach you." The former champion grinned. "Every region gives its champions different responsibilities. Some regions hold no obligations for you to fulfill, some do. I will get you up to speed on Unova's."

"Of course."

"There is one issue that needs to be addressed, however, and this job is yours alone to do."

Red blinked. "And what is that?"

"Well..."

XXX

"Elite Four?" Caitlin set down her cup of tea. Red was sitting across from her, the two of them relaxing in a Pokemon Center. Pikachu was munching down on some Pokepuffs nearby. Ever since his crowning as a champion, the man had been busy understanding just what that entailed. Having a moment to sit and talk with one another became somewhat of a novelty.

Not that it was a problem. His battle was legendary and all of Unova watched with bated breath. They wanted to know more about their newest champion. His popularity had been growing silently, but it accelerated in the wake of his accomplishments.

That popularity came with its own drawbacks. Red underestimated the number of fans he truly had. Some were fanatical. When he specifically requested her presence, she accepted and that led to them speaking in a private room for their leisure. His mere attendance would have distracted the trainers in the building and Nurse Joy was kind enough to give them a place to speak without interruption.

He nodded. "Apparently the old Elite Four were planning to retire soon. Alder's defeat gave them all the more reason to do so. That leaves Unova without one and they want me to pick the next generation of them."

She connected the dots. "You want me to be one."

"Yes," Red said, "I know I'm asking for a lot. You probably want to do more before settling down like this, but I couldn't think of anyone better than the person that I've personally seen grow into a fine trainer throughout my journey."

His words touched her.

"There is no need to plea," Caitlin shook her head. Her answer was obvious. "It would be an honor to serve among your royal guards."

"That's not really the purpose of the Elite Four."

"It is still a role that must be fulfilled." Her eyes shined with determination. "This is my way to repay this enormous debt. Your reign as king of this region shall be peaceful. I'll make sure that no challenger passes me." Not a single one would reach her mentor. That was the least she could do.

Red looked surprised at her conviction but nodded nonetheless. "Thank you."

"Who are the other candidates you've chosen?"

"The apprentice of the former champion, Marshal. He's a promising trainer and has experience handling the duties required for the role due to his connection with him." Caitlin nodded. That made sense. "Shauntal is also proficient enough. She could see things that I may not be able to." The psychic could understand that as well. "I was also thinking of Grimsley."

She made a face. "Really?"

"Marshal's an honorable individual and Shauntal's honest. So are you. I need that, obviously, but a man that sees the world from a darker perspective is useful too." Red's reasoning was sound, much to her dismay. "I will need his cunning."

"I suppose you are right," she sighed. "I will acquiesce to your wisdom."

Someone cleared their throat. Her mentor blinked before turning to see an apologetic Nurse Joy. "Excuse me, Champion Red, I know you asked for some privacy, but a Dragonite outside is asking for you."

"You can just call me Red," he grinned before looking befuddled, "and a Dragonite? Is it with a trainer?"

"No, it's just a Dragonite."

How odd. What would a lone Dragonite want with her king?

"I see," he hummed before nodding. "I'll handle it. Thank you, Nurse Joy."

They stood up to meet it. It must have traveled far for the nurse's Audino was treating the exhausted beast's wings.

The first thing they noticed was its satchel. Caitlin clapped in realization. "A messenger?"

From who though?

Her action alerted it and excitement lit up on the dragon's face. The courier charged forward and Audino did its best to drag it back, but the strength of a Dragonite could not be underestimated. Luckily, it stopped and pulled out two envelopes. To her surprise, one was for her.

Pikachu hopped onto Red's shoulders and took a sniff at the casing. It was dark in color and the design was sleek and complex. Cold, thin steel touched her fingers. Metallic? Not normal at all.

It started glowing.

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Dear trainers...

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"What's this?" Lance took the mail offered to him from the friendly Dragonite. He raised a brow at the hologram. That was some state-of-the-art technology. Bruno poked through the three-dimensional image as if playing with magic.

XXX

Please forgive this surprise message from a stranger.

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"Stranger's the right word for it," Steven hummed to himself, staring at the mail sent to him with suspicion. Shiny Metagross was by his side in the PokeMart. When a Dragonite requested his presence, this wasn't the first thing he had in mind.

This technology could rival Devon Corporation. Quite a feat.

But who sent it?

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Your skills and achievements have been acknowledged. Due to your potential, you were selected for a party held by my master, the world's greatest Pokemon trainer.

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Leon set down the trophy and leaned forward from his chair at those words. "World's greatest Pokemon trainer, huh?"

"That's ridiculous," Oleana huffed. "Clearly they haven't met you. Rose and all of Galar proclaimed you the greatest."

"Galar's not the whole world," Sonia rolled her eyes, "but whoever it is, they definitely got style."

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The location? Pokemon Palace on New Island.

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"That's rather far," Diantha tapped her cheek. "Kathi Lee, check my schedule please."

"Already ahead of you."

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We ask that you RSVP whether you're attending or not by checking the box on the return card. More details are included in a second paper inside the envelope.

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"Steven!" Wallace barged into the Pokemon Center, waving something in his hand. The steel-type specialist could guess what it was. The coordinator widened his eyes, "Looks like you got one as well."

"So it would seem."

"Are you going?" Wallace joined his side as they watched the same hologram together.

"It sounds interesting," he acknowledged, "but I am too busy to entertain the words of the self-proclaimed best Pokemon trainer in the world. Maybe next time."

"That's a shame," his rival laughed. "I'll be going, myself."

"I wish you the best of luck then."

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The greatest Pokemon trainer alive invites you.

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"But I'm the greatest!"

"Hush, Flint." The blonde electric-type specialist nudged his best friend. Volkner, Flint, and Cynthia stared at their open invitation with curiosity. "You think Lucian and Aaron got one as well?"

"Everyone who placed well in this year's conference seems to have gotten an invitation," the newest Sinnoh champion noted. "It's just a question if people are going to buy it or not."

"Even if it's some rich dude, I wouldn't mind checking it out for myself." Flint shrugged. "It's a party, right? Besides, if it is the world's best, the battles would be amazing."

Volkner sighed in feigned exasperation. "I'll pass, personally. Not my cup of tea. Cynthia?"

"I might."

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We beg you to accept.

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Brock swooned at the sight of the woman in the hologram. "I think we should go."

"Of course, we will," Ash grinned, glancing at Pikachu with excitement. "Did you hear that, bud? The world's greatest Pokemon trainer! I can't wait to see what they're like!"

"Pika!"

"I wonder who it is?" Serena tilted her head. "You would think we'd have heard of them."

Misty shrugged. "Only one way to find out."

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"Caitlin, I have a favor to ask of you."

She looked to her mentor. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry for springing this out of the blue," he sighed, "but I'm going to need you to watch Unova for a while."

Dots started connecting. "You're going to accept?"

"Yes," Red nodded. He gave an apologetic smile. "It's curious. I've heard of New Island before but..." He looked at Pikachu. The mouse stared back. Something was said between them, but for the life of her, Caitlin couldn't figure it out.

"There is no need to apologize." She handed hers back to the Dragonite. Her king felt that she was needed here. She'd trust him. "I'll take care of everything while you're away."

"Thank you. Please relay my offer to Marshal, Grimsley, and Shauntal while I'm gone. This shouldn't take long." The psychic froze when her king bowed to her in gratitude. Red turned to his faithful starter. "Come on, Pikachu."

The two ran off. She waved them farewell before turning to Nurse Joy. Caitlin had a lot of things to do while he was gone. Plenty of people to meet, things to check, and trainers to invite. It was going to be a tiring affair, but from her experience with Unova, the place was generally self-sufficient. The people here could take care of themselves. That was why Alder could afford to act like he was.

"Is there a PC here that I may borrow in private?"

"Of course," Nurse Joy bowed.

Might as well start by recruiting her king's Elite Four.

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Was it arrogance to foolishly challenge the best Pokemon trainers around the world? Perhaps.

Was it arrogance to call himself the greatest of them all? Undoubtedly.

But he needed answers.

What was he? What was his purpose? Why did he exist?

Giovanni's answers rankled him. He was not just some weapon. He wasn't a tool to be used and discarded for the means of humanity.

But he didn't know what else it could be.

Combat was the only thing he knew. Destruction existed ever since he was born. He was produced and manufactured for limitless potential. Every biological function he held was designed for strength and power. His might could topple armies. His intelligence was forged for the downfall of his enemies. His instincts desired competition. He would never accept anything but a complete victory.

Was that why he wanted this? Could he find his answers by fighting the world's greatest humans?

Scientists and researchers betrayed him once. He would never trust them again. Schemers and criminals failed him too. They wanted nothing more than to imprison him for their own purposes, but warriors and champions held strength and he could respect strength.

Machines whirred around him as multiple screens lit up. Data, information, and visual aid connected to Mewtwo, his mind studying those that accepted his invitation. He wouldn't have bothered learning about his potential foes if not for seeing their power firsthand. To think his hubris could have been his downfall. He was wiser now. He would plan for them.

He was not confident he could best them, but that didn't mean he would come without advantages.

Mewtwo bought time to prepare. He waited until their foolish competitions were completed and used the information collected to accurately understand his opponents. Televising their bloodsport was a boon he took full advantage of.

Their servants would be neutralized. Their strengths would become their weaknesses.

He would dismantle everything they had in search of an answer and if their answers were not satisfactory, then he would simply strike back.

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I hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 9 Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

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Champion.

It was a single word yet the weight it held was worth a thousand more. Hundreds of stories were built upon the title. Trainers from all over journeyed and trained to become one. His predecessors forged a history of strength and power. It was a legacy that demanded respect. What was once a simple word became more as time contributed to its significance.

When Leon became a champion, he vowed to never diminish its legacy. When he became monarch, he felt the heavy burden of responsibility.

Could he carry it? He was only seventeen.

People all over the world came to watch him. He was Galar's golden boy. Rose called him the greatest trainer that the region ever produced.

But was he truly as strong as they claimed or was there someone out there greater than him? Leon trusted Rose. How could he not? He guided him; helped him realize his potential, but he always felt that his mentor was overconfident in Leon's capabilities.

He wanted to find out for himself. Galar was just a small part of a bigger world. There must be someone out there that was far stronger. The invitation rekindled that curiosity. The strongest trainer in the world. The thought alone was tantalizing. How could he not be curious?

It was as if his greatest wish was granted and all he needed to do was find it.

"Hm..."

There was one problem though.

"Don't tell me that we're lost, Leon." Sonia's sigh alerted the seventeen-year-old monarch to her presence.

"We're not lost." He lied as easily as he breathed. His confident grin faded when he took another look at the map. Where were they again? His false bravado did little to convince his friend and rival. Not ideal. "We're supposed to head to the, uh, yeah here. I think." He was pretty sure they were at least in the general area of Old Shore Wharf.

Heh.

"This is what I get for letting you lead for once." She had her hand out. "Give it here."

The tone of her voice brokered no room for arguments. He sighed and handed her the map. "Is this how you treat the champion of Galar, Sonia?"

"You were my friend first, champion second." She rolled her eyes. Despite his question, he was grateful for the normalcy. "You get plenty of compliments from Rose and his lackeys. As your friend and rival, it's my job to keep you grounded in reality."

"Funny. Raihan says the same thing," Leon laughed. "I get it though. Rose always said to be humble. There are probably stronger trainers out there. Like this one!"

She looked away from the map. "We don't know if this person really is who they say they are."

Right. That was a possibility his mentor mentioned when he pitched the idea to him.

"But it gets you interested, right?" He said with barely concealed excitement. "The world out there is vast. I've only fought a small part of it. If this person really is who they say they are, then who wouldn't want to meet them?"

"That sounds just like you."

"You came with me too," the Galar champion said with a grin. "I shouldn't be surprised. You said you wanted to be the strongest champion when we both started out."

"That was a long time ago."

"Yet you're still here."

"I won't deny that I am curious," she admitted. The Galarian stared at the map before sighing. Uh oh. That look normally spelled trouble. "Leon, this isn't even the correct map."

"It isn't?"

"We're in Kanto," Sonia folded the parchment. "You're using a map of Galar."

Huh. "In my defense, I've never been good at reading maps."

"That's not an excuse," she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Are we even in the right port?"

"Maybe," Leon said before wincing at her glare. "Okay, probably." They were close to the sea so that had to count for something, right? He began mumbling to himself. "This is why I use the Flying Taxi."

"I'm going to ask around. Stay right there." She crossed her arms. "I don't want you getting lost again."

He pouted. "I'm not that bad."

"Trust me, Leon, it is that bad."

He got lost sometimes. Fine. He always found his way eventually. Maybe not on time, but he did! As he was about to retort, he noticed a group of four passing by. Two boys and two girls. What caught his attention was the map in the younger boy's hands. Probably the correct one too. What luck! His spirit soared as he nudged Sonia toward their direction.

"Why don't we ask them? They look like they know where they're going." He motioned to the group. Before Sonia could respond, he raised his hands and waved. His companion released a deep sigh. "Hello! Hi! Excuse us, but we need some help!"

The group seemed startled at first but was more than happy to approach the duo. He took that time to observe them. The one leading the pack was a young boy with black hair and amber eyes. He was tagged along by an older youth with spiky hair and two female companions. The girls looked quite distinct with their orange and honey-colored hair respectively. He waved at the Pikachu on the boy's shoulder. It waved back.

Adorable.

"Hey there," the champion of Galar grinned, "I'm Leon and this is my friend, Sonia. Just wanted to ask some questions if you don't mind."

"Sure thing," the boy said. Was he the leader of this group? "I'm Ash and this is my partner, Pikachu."

"I'm Brock!"

"Serena."

"And I'm Misty."

"It's nice to meet all of you." He chuckled good-naturedly. "My friend and I are a bit lost, you see. We're supposed to go to a place called New Island. Are we in Old Shore Wharf by any chance?"

"You're going to New Island too?" Ash blinked in surprise before smiling. "That's our destination as well. The Pokemon Center is close by. We can take you there."

Relief showed on both of their faces. Leon took the boy's hands and shook them gratefully. "We would love that. Thank you so much."

It felt much better letting these more experienced natives lead them to their destination. As they talked, he noticed the four staring at him curiously. They must seem odd to the boy. While Sonia might appear somewhat normal with a tan trench coat and teal blouse, seeing a cape that held the symbols of numerous sponsors must look strange to someone outside of his home region.

Nonetheless, he was able to glean tidbits of information from the group. To think that he was in the presence of two former gym leaders! The ones in Galar had a reputation as formidable fighters. Living and breathing in a culture of renowned combatants made him appreciate the title.

"So both of you were invited?" Misty asked.

"We were," Leon said. "I wanted to meet this self-proclaimed strongest trainer and I had time so I decided why not?" He peered into the curious youths. "I am guessing you all were too?"

"Ash was the one invited," Serena said with a small smile. "We're just tagging along. The letter didn't say anything against it."

Truly? Sonia blinked before focusing on the child. "You must've been very impressive to be invited this young."

"I guess," Ash flushed before waving it off. "I could've done better. I only got top sixteen in my first conference."

"That is quite the achievement," Sonia said. Leon couldn't say he disagreed. "You competed with dozens if not hundreds of trainers. Coming out of it as one of the top sixteen in your first attempt is nothing short of talented."

Out of everyone Leon knew, Sonia understood that the most. He was held up as a trainer seen once every generation. Among a region full of talents, he was above even them. Peerless trainers like Raihan, Peony, and Mustard existed yet Galar claimed he was greater. He had the skill, training, and potential. An absolutely terrifying combination.

At least, that was what Rose told him.

But Sonia, despite her best efforts, didn't have what he had. As time passed, the gap in strength grew and their relationship along with it. He wasn't ignorant of it despite what Sonia might think. He liked to think he was more perspective than that.

She never was able to collect all eight gym badges on her first journey, but she got up, got stronger, and over time, through some effort, she was able to stand on her own two feet. She would know talent if it was thrown in front of her. She sought it out for herself.

"When you put it that way, it does sound amazing," Ash blinked. He grinned. "You hear that, Misty? I'm pretty good!"

"Don't let it get to your head, Ash."

"With you around, I know you wouldn't let me," he rolled his eyes with feigned exasperation. Leon smiled at their dynamic. He was reminded of his childhood with Sonia and Raihan. Ash turned back to them. "So where are you guys from? I didn't see you two at the Indigo Plateau Conference."

"We participated in Galar's gym challenge," Leon answered. At the boy's confusion, he continued. "It's pretty far from here. I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it before. It's a beautiful place though. Why don't I show you some of the Pokemon from my home?"

That caught their attention. He could always count on people's fascination with Pokemon to break the ice. He grinned as he sent out two of his most trusted companions. Intense orange flesh formed into a monstrous icon while ghastly scales became a serpentine warrior. Charizard and Dragapult were with him from the start. Who better than them?

"It's a Charizard!" Ash gasped. Leon wasn't surprised. Kanto was famous for them. Intrigue and awe showed on the child's face before turning to his other dragon with wonder. "I've never seen you before."

"Dragapult," Sonia answered. The boy was quick to whip out his Pokedex. The ghost-type floated toward Serena and Misty, letting the two marvel at the brilliant yet translucent scales of the beast. "They're one of Galar's most distinctive dragons."

"These Pokemon look well taken care of," Brock observed.

"They deserve everything and more," Leon said. He meant it. Without them, he wouldn't have become the champion that he was now. "Nothing but the best for my team."

"What do you feed them?" Brock pulled out a notebook and Leon had to jump at the man's sudden studious nature. "The flame on that Charizard is one of the biggest I've ever seen and that healthy orange hue...that has to be the work of an extraordinary nutritionist."

"Brock wants to be a Pokemon breeder," Misty clarified with a soft laugh. He made a noise in understanding. "He's many things, but he takes his passion very seriously."

"I've never heard of a gym leader that's also a breeder," Leon mused before nodding, "but if I can help with your dream then I certainly don't mind sharing. Rose gave me some recipes. I think I have them somewhere in my bag."

"Thank you so much!"

He waved it off. "Think nothing of it. You and your friends are helping us so this is the least I can do."

"That's awesome," Ash grinned, "I can't wait to try them!"

"I think those recipes are for Pokemon, Ash," Serena giggled.

"Oh, right." He scratched the back of his head before brightening at a thought. "Well, Charizard will definitely like them."

"You have one as well?" Leon asked.

"I do," Ash grinned and took out a pokeball. Pikachu perked up at the sight. Leon had to raise a brow when the electric mouse looked worried. "We should let them meet. Come on out, Charizard!"

Bright red light revealed a familiar sight and the champion took his time to observe the orange titan.

Leon was no expert in Pokemon, but he liked to think he knew a fair bit about his ace's species. Charizards were exemplary warriors. Ruthless and competitive, these great beasts spared no expense when it came to the pursuit of power. Earning their respect was a roadblock for many trainers, but the rewards reaped were worth it.

Ash's Charizard burned bright. He embodied everything that a Charizard should. His tail held a healthy inferno and while nowhere near the level of his own, with enough training, he could see this great beast soar to even greater heights. There was no mistaking those eyes. They held the desire to rise above everything the world had to offer. With great muscles, Charizard roared a cry that lifted his cape lightly aloft. The boy had an impressive capture.

Not bad.

Unfortunately, while he embodied all the good things about Charizard, he also embodied all of the worrying ones. The competitive glint in his eyes told Leon and his own everything. Leon's ace looked like a threat and despite Ash doing everything he could to stop him, the warrior encroached upon them with unrelenting fury.

"Charizard, what are you doing!?"

Leon's Charizard blocked a Flamethrower to the face.

Oh boy...

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The second time they met, she didn't expect it.

"Dragapult, hold him back!"

"Come on, Charizard, here of all times!?"

Though to be fair, he probably didn't expect it either. Stuck in the madness that was two Charizards duking it out in the small harbor, Serena could do nothing but watch as Ash and Leon did their best to calm down the blazing beasts. It was that commotion that stopped anyone from noticing the Pidgeot that flew overhead.

Fwoosh.

Not her though. She saw him and while he looked older, there was no mistaking his identity.

The flash of yellow on the man's shoulders took her full attention. A small gasp left her lips. The change in clothing did little to hide who he was. How could she forget Red and his Pokemon? It was his advice that led her to join Ash on his journey through Kanto.

It was a decision that she would never regret. She already made so many friends! The ever-reliable Brock and the blunt yet caring Misty helped her over the course of her year here. With Ash by her side, they learned and grew more than she could ever believe possible. Even Gary, rare as his appearances might be, was a welcome sight every once in a while. It was nice.

Seeing him here ignited all sorts of emotions. She wanted to thank him. He probably thought nothing of it, but she wanted to thank him all the same.

Red's Pidgeot landed closer to the Pokemon Center than he was to them. It didn't matter to her. She could make the trek. She took a glance behind her to see everyone still dealing with the clashing fire-types. They'd calm down eventually and there wasn't much she could do anyway. She could talk to him before it was over. She nodded to herself and took a small step toward the Unova champion.

Was it a good idea? She didn't know. The anxiousness in her heart began to fester and her heart raced with every step. Would he remember her? What would she say if he didn't? He probably talked to so many kids and met so many people. She might as well be another face among hundreds.

"Pika."

Serena jumped at the familiar voice. When Red hopped off the Kanto bird, it was his Pikachu that noticed her first. When their eyes met, she froze.

Wow.

Misty wasn't wrong.

He really did look like him.

They said nothing as they stared at each other. Absolute shock met nerve-wracking stillness. Words escaped her. Whatever she wanted to say turned blank as the man watched her with disbelieving eyes.

Say something!

"Ah."

Serena almost facepalmed.

Embarrassing as it was, it did the trick. Red broke out of his trance and smiled. "It's been a while."

So he did remember her. She sighed a breath of relief. "It really has."

He petted the proud Pidgeot before offering his hand. She took it and gave a firm shake before letting go. "I'm...surprised to see you in Kanto. Kalos is a long way from here."

"I-I followed your advice," Serena said. She shyly looked down before continuing. "I joined my best friend, Ash, on his journey."

A breath left him and an unknown emotion shined in his eyes before it vanished. "I did say that, didn't I?" His smile softened. "I hope he's been good to you."

"He has!" She nodded enthusiastically. "I got to meet so many people and Pokemon. You were right! It has been so much fun." A genuine grin blossomed before she flustered and her next words were nothing but a whisper. "I've been thinking a lot about what I want to be and Ash has been so helpful with that too. You were right about everything."

He heard it nonetheless and gently shook his head. "It might have been my words that drove you, but it was your actions that got you this far." He hesitantly patted her head. It was the faintest of touches. Almost ethereal. "It was all you. Think nothing of it."

"Even if that's the case, I wanted to thank you," Serena looked up at him with grateful eyes. "I never would have thought of it if it wasn't for you."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, but I will accept it gratefully," Red chuckled. Serena blinked when she felt soft fur beside her. She looked down and gasped at the mouse's presence. She giggled when he hopped onto her shoulder and affectionately rubbed her cheek. Red watched it with an amused yet exasperated sigh. "Pikachu, you can't just jump on people like that."

"No, it's fine," Serena grinned. "Ash has a Pikachu too. He's also just like this."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm," she nodded. "It's quite funny. They started off on the wrong foot, but they became absolutely inseparable. He doesn't like staying in his pokeball too."

He hummed in understanding. She noted the contemplative expression on his face. "And what of you? Did you get your starter here in Kanto?"

"Ah, actually my mom told me I should get one from Kalos," she said. "The earlier the better, she said. She was right. Fennekin is the best partner I could ask for." While Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander were amazing Pokemon, the Kalos fire-type was absolutely adorable. She was so soft and fluffy! Taking care of her fur was one of her favorite pastimes.

Red nodded in understanding. "And I'm sure she's glad to have you as her partner as well."

"I want to introduce you to my friends." She jumped excitedly. "You've heard of Ash and Pikachu, but there's Brock and Misty too. One is training to be a Pokemon breeder and the other wants to be a water-type master. They would love to meet you." She turned to show him only to blush when she saw that their Charizard problem still hadn't been resolved. Urk. "On s-second thought, maybe another time."

Amusement danced in Red's eyes. "Your friend's Charizard is a rowdy one."

"We're normally not like this." She stared at her idol with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry about that."

"Don't be," he shook his head. "It tends to happen. A consequence of their nature, but you won't find a more loyal Pokemon once you've earned their respect."

"Respect, huh?" Serena gave a nervous laugh. "Ash is working on it."

"I'm sure he is," Red said. "Let's go and meet them."

"N-Now?" Serena paused. "Wouldn't it be better after they calmed down?"

"No time like the present." He offered a small smile before walking toward her party. She could do nothing but follow. Hello, anxiousness, her old friend. The closer they got, the more she winced. Ash's Charizard wasn't going down without a fight. For such a large target, he was doing a good job of evading Ash's attempt of retrieving him.

"Get in the pokeb-Serena?" Ash paused at her reappearance. She waved at him. He tilted his head. "What're you doing?"

She gave him a small smile. "I brought some help."

He gave her a look. "What help?"

She laughed nervously and pointed ahead. Confusion set on his face before turning to the source.

Any words that her friend was about to say died in his throat at the man's approach. She couldn't blame him. It was the same trainer they watched all those years ago. He was one of the many reasons they decided to go on a Pokemon journey in the first place. They weren't alone. Misty and Brock stopped what they were doing as he reached the rampaging Pokemon.

"Brock, isn't that...?"

"Yes, it is, Misty."

"Woah there," Leon sidestepped a Flamethrower. Dragapult blocked one heading for Sonia while Leon's ace pinned Ash's to the ground. The struggling fire-type could do little against the superior beast. The Galarian trainer had to sigh at the predicament. "Rebellious one, isn't he?"

"Mind if I help?"

Leon blinked when a man appeared by his side. Serena stayed behind Ash as she watched. Her best friend had no words. It was a rare sight for the normally energetic boy. The Galarian eyed him curiously. "And you are?"

"My friends call me Red." He smiled. "I was passing by when I noticed the commotion. I'm not sure how much I could contribute, but I've had some experience with Charizards like these. May I try?"

Leon hummed before taking a step back to allow the Unova champion free access. "Be my guest. Careful though, this one is rather hot-tempered."

"I've noticed," Red said, amused.

The struggling beast stopped and stared when he took a step forward. Despite his confidence, he gave the fire-type a cautious smile. Still pinned under the immense power of Leon's Pokemon, the fire-type spent his energy analyzing the man. Serena could see confusion in Ash's winged Kanto starter. She wasn't surprised.

She saw the resemblance almost immediately. Charizard surely would too.

"You're certainly full of energy," Red observed. Charizard huffed in annoyance. "Let's get you out of there, shall we?" He turned to Leon and nodded. "Let him go."

Leon had his doubts. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Charizard tilted his head when the weight on his back lightened. He stood back up and continued to observe the trainer. Serena had no idea what he was doing. Ash's fire-type was a wildcard throughout their journey. Unpredictable yet intense, it was a source of many of their victories alongside many of their defeats.

Everyone waited to see what he would do next with bated breath. She turned to Ash. He was entranced.

"Better?" The Unova champion smiled at Charizard. The beast grumbled to himself. He laughed. "You want to fight. I get that, but doing it here amongst so many people isn't going to accomplish much." His palm touched the beast's shoulders and Charizard noticed the crowd of people. "You'll have your chance. It would be a much better fight if the two of you were at your best, don't you agree?"

He huffed a plume of smoke. He was actually listening to him. Unbelievable.

Red turned to Ash and she couldn't help but notice her friend tense. "You must be Ash."

His eyes widened. "You know about me?"

"Of course," Red grinned. "Serena mentioned you. You're quite the boy, I heard."

"Serena? Wait, the letters!" Ash swerved to Serena. She gave a nervous laugh. "You didn't say anything embarrassing, right?"

"I didn't mention much," Serena assured. "Just a few things and none of them were that embarrassing. I think."

Her words didn't assuage her friend's worries and Misty snickered. "That's one way to meet the champion, huh, Ash?"

Ash groaned. Leon perked up at the water specialist's words. He turned to Brock. "Champion?"

"Not Kanto's if that's what you're wondering," Brock explained. "He's Unova's. Won it recently."

The Galarian's mood brightened. Sonia looked at the man in a new light. "Is that so?"

"You have a powerful Charizard," Red continued. "Be sure to take good care of him."

"Yeah," Ash nodded, staring as the brooding fire-type walked up to him with no issues. "I've never seen him listen to anyone before." He stopped his muttering to look at Red. "Well, I guess if it's you, it makes sense. You have a Charizard too."

"Strength begets respect. This is especially true for dragons, even if Charizard doesn't technically count as one." He smiled and patted the starter's head. Reluctant as Charizard might seem, he didn't shrug it off. "Show him why you're worth listening to and he'll move mountains for you."

Ash was silent as he allowed the words to sink in. He stared at his Charizard who glanced back before looking away with a huff. He sighed. Serena laughed. They got a long way to go.

The champion and his Pikachu noticed a similar rodent beside the trainer. "And this must be Pikachu."

"My best friend," Ash grinned and Pikachu returned it with a cry of his own. The mouse jumped up to his shoulders and waved at Red's Pikachu. The yellow mouse waved back with equal enthusiasm. "I can't think of anyone else for a partner."

Red observed the two and his smile grew. "That's wonderful."

"Were you invited too?" Ash asked with boundless excitement. After waving off the shock of seeing the man, he was back on his feet. Meeting his idol for the first time must have been an exhilarating experience. Not even Misty wanted to berate him for it though she still looked ready to keep him in check.

"I was," he nodded.

"I can't say I'm surprised," Brock said with a contemplative note in his voice. "I wonder who else was invited."

He glanced at the former gym leader. "Are you one of Flint's kids by any chance?"

The rock specialist paused at Red's question. "I am."

Red offered his hand and he took it. "I can see the resemblance. I battled your father a long time ago. He was an impressive man back in the day. Sturdy, like rock. Is he still the gym leader there?"

"He was and still is," he smiled and let go. "I took over for a while but I decided to follow Ash on his journey."

"He must have really impressed you."

"You could say that," Brock laughed.

Red returned it with an amused smile before turning to Misty who straightened at his attention. "Misty, right?"

"That's right," she nodded.

"I heard you're trying to become a water-type master," he said and Misty's eyes widened before glancing at Serena. Serena offered a small wink. "It can be a tough type to raise."

"Better that than bug-types." She made a face at the thought before remembering who she was talking to. "Not that there's anything wrong with them. Leavanny and Butterfree are really cute, but it's just not my thing." She shivered. "Water-types are my passion. I think I can be the best. I know I can."

His smile widened. "I understand. Everyone has their preferences. Wallace would adore you."

She choked. "You know Wallace?"

"I do. He has some of the most beautiful water-types I've ever seen. Despite his glamorous persona, his intellect is far beyond many of his peers. He's even given me insight into my own water-types from time to time. I can share them with you later." He turned to Leon and Sonia. "I don't believe we've properly met."

"I'm Leon and she's Sonia," the man's curiosity seemed to have heightened after observing the trainer. "You're the champion of Unova?"

"It hasn't been long since I became one, but yes."

"So the invitation has some legitimacy," Sonia said. "A gathering of some of the greatest trainers in the world sounded farfetched, but a champion is standing right before our eyes."

"Perhaps," Red nodded. "I came to find out."

"Same as us," Leon said and there was a hint of anticipation that Serena never saw before. "I would love to talk more. Champion to champion. It'd be an honor to talk with the strongest trainer in Unova."

Ash blinked and he wasn't the only one to process the Galarian's words. Serena looked at the man with the same confusion. "Wait, champion?"

"Oh, didn't I mention it?" Leon paused and thought about it. He chuckled. "Guess I didn't. I'm the champion of Galar. Nice to meet you."

The expression on Ash's face when he discovered he was in the presence of two champions was adorable.

XXX

Today was full of surprises for Lance.

"Cynthia?"

"Lance?"

This was the first of many revelations. Lance stared at the approaching woman with intrigue. When he came here, he expected to see a wide variety of trainers. Maybe a few he recognized. To see her of all people was a pleasant surprise. "It has been a while since I've last seen you. How have you been?"

"I've been doing well," Cynthia smiled. "I heard you became the champion of Kanto and Johto last year. Congratulations."

"And I heard that you became Sinnoh's this year." Lance smiled. "I can't say I'm surprised. Your accomplishments speak for themselves."

"I work just as hard as any other trainer," Cynthia laughed. "I assume you are here for the same reason?"

"Being invited by the greatest Pokemon trainer in the world isn't something that happens often."

"If the person really is who they say they are," she said and he couldn't help but agree. He had doubts as well, but whoever could pull off inviting so many promising trainers at least had some legitimacy. Lance decided to give whoever this was the benefit of the doubt. He could spare a few days for idle curiosity despite his busy schedule.

"At least we won't be alone," he offered, noting several other trainers in the Pokemon Center. He could see his old friend Bruno conversing with a confident man with a red afro. Speaking of the color..."Do you think Red was invited as well? It would be nice to see him again."

He personally took time out of his schedule to watch his rival compete. It was a true spectacle. The skill and power both trainers exuded were in a league of their own. They held nothing back. Red deserved his title after such a showing.

The topic of Red seemed to sour her mood. "I haven't heard from him ever since he became champion," Cynthia sighed. "I figured he might be busy and he has done this before, but it can be worrying sometimes."

"Trouble in paradise?"

Cynthia feigned a glare. "You too, Lance?"

He raised his hands in faux surrender. "In my defense, I always assumed you two would end up together." They had chemistry and it was clear to see.

"We're not in a relationship."

"Really?" Lance tilted his head.

"Really," she nodded.

"You kissed him."

"I confessed," she admitted. "That doesn't mean we're together."

That was news to him. Lance always considered Red to be a direct, confident man. To hear that the new Unova champion hesitated when it came to love was a new side of the trainer he hadn't heard of before. Nonetheless, he knew him enough to assure the woman. "I'm sure he'll respond to your feelings. He's not one to avoid what's in front of him for long."

"That's not what I am worried about."

"You think he'll say no?" She gave a hesitant nod. He hummed in understanding. In his opinion, the woman had nothing to be worried about. He saw how Red looked at her. Even if he never realized it, he cared for her greatly. "I am not one to talk, but sometimes people can be so woefully dense. He most likely used this time to think. He didn't reject you immediately. I would like to think that is because he cared enough about your feelings that he wanted to respond to you properly."

At least he thought so. Even after years of knowing the trainer, there were moments when reading whatever was going on in Red's head was all but impossible. His words seemed to have a profound effect on the Sinnoh native, however, and he inwardly nodded to himself. He'd consider that a victory.

"I suppose you're right," Cynthia slowly accepted. He could see a million thoughts go through her head at his words. "He didn't say no straight away." She smiled at Lance. "Thank you. I needed to hear that."

"We champions have to stick together." Lance chuckled before returning a smirk. "For what it's worth, I think you and Red would make a cute couple."

She rolled her eyes before wincing when a jubilant voice came from behind. He raised a brow when the woman sighed.

"Cynthia! Is that you?"

"Wallace," she turned to see the glamorous man stroll towards them with delight. So she knew this man. He hummed. He looked familiar. "You're here too?"

"You know me, darling," he laughed, "why would I say no to a party? Especially one with such an interesting premise. A gathering filled with promising trainers is one I rarely deny and it seems that my decision was the correct one. It has been years! It's so good to see you!"

Despite herself, the woman had a small smile at the boisterous words. "It's good to see you too, Wallace. I saw your match. You were close."

"Don't remind me," he glamorously bemoaned. Lance never thought someone could be so extravagant. "Steven's my finest rival for a reason. I'm content with letting him stay at the top for now. Next year will be a different matter."

Steven was the name of the Hoenn champion, was it not? He took another look at the man. Boisterous with a thematic theme of sea green and blue with an influence so large it extended to Kanto and Johto. There was only one that fit the bill. "You're that top coordinator from Hoenn. The champion's rival."

"And you're Kanto's greatest dragon master," Wallace's words made him blink in surprise. The man offered a small yet dazzling bow. "I'm honored to be in the presence of this region's best."

"And it's great to meet one of Hoenn's." He heard of his reputation. Balancing Pokemon contests along with the league looked like an impossible task, but this man not only tried but flourished in both. No ordinary trainer could reach such a level in two competitive fields and he did it with ease. Lance was impressed.

"You flatter me, but my last performance isn't anywhere close to satisfactory. I will do better," Wallace smiled. "Steven would've loved to meet you, but his duties as champion and heir to a massive corporation made him unable to attend. He'd be quite jealous of the invitees."

Another added to the list of impressive trainers. He mentally took note of the coordinator's words.

"How do you think we're supposed to head to the island," Lance pondered. He could easily fly there with his Dragonite, but not everyone had the same conveniences he had. The host must have something prepared.

"I asked the sailors here and no one was willing to take me there," Wallace said. "Honestly, I've considered swimming there myself."

"That is rather odd," Cynthia admitted. Before Lance could add to it, the doors of the Pokemon Center opened once more and the youthful yet familiar voice caused a sense of deja vu that he couldn't help but feel.

"Sorry about Charizard."

"Don't worry about it. It happens."

Red?

No.

That was Red's voice, but it wasn't. It wasn't the mature, controlled tone that commanded respect from those around him. It was excitable, innocent, and inexperienced. Judging by the stunned expressions on Cynthia and Wallace's faces, they noticed it too. He turned to the source.

The surprise hit him like a Tauros.

It was a boy. Black hair, sun-kissed skin, and amber eyes. Must have started recently. He had different clothing, but he was the spitting image of an eleven-year-old Red. He should know. He met him at that age. He fought him at that age.

Cynthia looked to be in a state of shock. He couldn't blame her. Lance was too.

"Did Red ever mention having siblings?" Wallace asked.

"No," Cynthia shook her head. "He may be related? Red mentioned living in Kanto."

Possible. Highly probable. They looked too alike not to be.

"You think we'll get to battle there?" The boy's question and expression were so familiar yet so foreign. He never saw a younger Red look this innocent before! It was oddly adorable, but also horrifying. As if to further cement their theories, a third surprise struck Lance like a thunderbolt when he walked in.

"Maybe," Red said. "We'll find out when we get there."

Any doubt he had completely vanished.

"They're definitely related," Wallace concluded. Lance couldn't disagree. Having them side by side only emphasized their similarities and differences. It was the only logical conclusion.

Then the boy pointed at him and Lance swore to Arceus that he had a heart attack when the youthful Red-lookalike stared at him in complete and utter awe. Red never looked at him like that. Seeing it now was utter chaos.

"No way, it's Lance!"

When the boy ran up to him with eyes so familiar yet so different, did he realize that he lost his voice. Cynthia didn't say a word, enraptured by the oddity in front of them. The day just started and things were not going as planned. His expectations were broken before him. Just what had the day in store for them?

He had no idea. His mind was already trying to comprehend an energetic, excitable Red. He couldn't handle any more than this!

XXX

"Funny seeing all of you here." His voice brought her back from the puzzle before them. Red was as collected as ever though she knew him long enough to note the surprise in his eyes. "Old Shore Wharf isn't exactly a tourist's destination."

"I find the ocean to be calming wherever I go," Wallace said, distracted by the boy taking up all of Lance's attention. "Any relation with the child?"

"He's not my brother, cousin, or nephew if that is what you're asking."

Really? Cynthia had a hard time believing that. "He looks and sounds just like you when you were young."

"The oddest of coincidences."

"I have two working eyes," Cynthia said with a deadpan expression.

"It can happen."

"The chances of such a thing are absurdly low."

"But there's a chance."

"You cannot think that I could possibly believe that."

"The world works in mysterious ways," Red smiled those knowing smiles that appeared from time to time. She gave him a disbelieving stare, but he wouldn't budge on the topic. She pouted. He laughed and gave her a hug. She started at the touch but melted into his arms. Her face turned warm. "It's great to see you again, Cynthia."

"Mm," she subconsciously deepened the hug, "It's great to see you too."

Her heartbeat accelerated despite her attempts at stopping it. Would he notice it? He probably did. Stupid heart. Ever since she confessed, she became actively aware of how her body reacted to him. Take her back to the time when she wasn't so aware of her feelings! She was suffering here! Argh.

Wallace cleared his throat when they both stayed together for longer than what was considered proper. They let go instantly. The water-type specialist gave them a look. She glared back, an action that Wallace effortlessly ignored as he sent a dazzling smile Red's way. "Red," He paused and his smile became teasing, "or should I say champion?"

"Red's just fine, thank you." The man's sigh made her giggle. "I've already got enough people calling me prince or king of Unova already. I don't need another added to the list."

"It's great to see my title for you spreading."

"I should've known you would be the one to start it." He rolled his eyes before looking behind him. The boy wasn't the only one with Lance now. Several more joined alongside him. "I've entered alongside some other trainers. I wouldn't mind introducing you to them. You already saw Ash, but his friends are just as interesting. Some gym leaders and even another champion. From Galar!" The tone of Red's voice was tinged with fascination and even confusion at the thought.

"Well, I wouldn't mind meeting them," Wallace grinned. "A friend of yours is a friend of mine!"

"Galar is rather far from here," Cynthia said, "It'd be great to learn about it from their very own champion."

"I've had the exact same thought," her best friend agreed. "I've alrea-"

"Red!" Flint tackled him with a midair hug. The man grunted at the red-haired Elite Four's form. Bruno picked both of them up with ease and gave the Unova champion a bone-crushing embrace.

"Flint?" He looked at him in shock before turning to the other man. "Bruno?"

"It's been so long, man," Flint beamed and there was a hint of vindictive glee in his smile, "You're not escaping this time. We got a lot of catching up to do."

"I understand, but there's a lot of other people I have to gree-"

"You got plenty of time," Bruno smirked. "Come on, Red, let's talk."

He sighed in exasperation before turning to Cynthia for help. She ignored him and turned to Ash and his friends. The betrayed look he sent as Sinnoh's burning star and Kanto's fighting legend stole him away was cute. Honestly, it was a long time coming. He hadn't returned to Sinnoh in years. Flint wasn't going to show him mercy and neither was she.

Sorry Red, but that's a problem you'll have to deal with yourself!

XXX

When Diantha first saw the invitation, she thought it was one of her many fan letters or invitations from the rich and wealthy. It certainly had the flair of one. She wasn't new to large gatherings and this certainly wouldn't be the last. Nonetheless, the sophistication of the invitation intrigued her, and she had nothing else going on during the time so she accepted.

She met him again under the bright clear sun of Kanto.

"Most people won't recognize you here, you know?"

"It never hurts to be cautious," she smiled at the familiar voice. Her sunglasses, black coat, and hat were a disguise he was all too familiar with. She turned around to see him staring at her with amusement. "I suppose it's become a habit."

"Not a bad habit to have considering your fame," Red mused. She was watching all the ships pass by on the dock. She could see her destination in the distance. New Island was a large and formidable landmass, though she couldn't help but feel something off about it.

"You look tired."

"I had a run-in with some old friends and they wanted to catch up."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"It's been close to nine years since I physically saw him."

"Ah." That would do it. "So you came here to take a break."

He chuckled. "Just a small one."

"I could leave if you need me to."

"No, I always appreciate your company." Red stood next to her, basking in the calm ocean breeze. "What do you think of New Island?"

So he was curious about it too.

"I've never heard of it before," she admitted. "It's quite large. My manager couldn't find out a lot about it and the locals don't know much other than some rumors and hearsay."

He hummed, "You would think the people that live here would know more. What rumors have you heard?"

"It was a simple island a few weeks ago. Some people would come and go. No one from here. Seemingly in a few days, it became a fortress." She looked at him when he was oddly silent. "Sailors avoid it. Bad luck they say. It didn't help that their Nurse Joy vanished ever since it occurred."

"Do you believe them?"

"I have an open mind," she said. It could be true or it could simply be a wealthy eccentric throwing their money around. Sailors were a superstitious bunch, but it was a result of their time on the seas. She learned to trust their intuition at times. "I do find it strangely foreboding. The architecture isn't anything I've ever seen."

"Almost alien compared to human structures."

"You make it sound like a human didn't build it."

"It was just a thought," he chuckled. "Why don't we meet up with the others? I saw Malva on my way here. Was she with you?"

"Yes. She was just as interested in it as I was." She never was one to deny a potential story. She sent a teasing smile his way. "She'd be all over you if she saw you here. Her interview was a hit. She'd want to thank you personally."

"I avoided her the moment I saw her," he spoke without shame. "Good to know that was a wise choice."

"I would've kept her in check."

"My guardian angel," he laughed.

"Kathi taught me many ways to manage the growing fame that I would eventually get." She took his hand and lead him to the Pokemon Center. "I wouldn't mind sharing them with you. You'll probably need it now that you're champion."

"You do not have to," Red said, "but I appreciate it."

With all the things he did for her, this was the least she could do for him. The soft smile he sent her way made her heart skip a beat before she squashed it instantly. She shouldn't get too attached. His heart belonged to someone else.

Cynthia really was a lucky woman.

XXX

When she entered the Pokemon Center, she wasn't surprised by the large group of trainers.

She was surprised by the people in them though. Her friend and rival, Cynthia, was speaking with a star-struck girl and her Fennekin. Was that the top coordinator of Hoenn and the champion of Galar as well? There seemed to be no shortage of famous trainers here.

"Now this is a story."

"We're here to enjoy ourselves, Malva."

"Oh I know, but my reporter's intuition demands I know the truth." Her friend and rival looked like a kid that walked into a candy shop. "I wanted to learn more about the strongest trainer in the world, but it seems I got more than I bargained for."

"Malva..."

"I won't do anything," she rolled her eyes before noticing a familiar figure in the distance. "Your boyfriend's here too. You walked with him. Got something to share?"

"You're teasing me," she nudged her playfully. "He's taken."

"Do we know that really?"

"We have pictures to prove it."

"There's usually more to a picture than meets the eye," Malva pointed out. "Until I hear it from their own lips, as far as I can tell, he's free game."

"I think a kiss on the lips is explanation enough." She left Malva to her own devices and walked toward Cynthia. The girl by her wore clothes similar to Kalos fashion. Was she from her home region? She ignored that for now and instead sneaked behind Cynthia for a small tap on her shoulder.

The blonde woman jumped at the touch but turned toward the Kalos star. Shock flashed in the woman's eyes before a smile graced her lips. "I can't say I'm surprised to see you here."

"I'm flattered you think so highly of me," Diantha grinned. "I'll be sure to take the praise of the champion of Sinnoh to heart."

"As if you need anyone's praise to begin with."

"I'm not immune to a little bit of praise from certain people. When it comes out of a champion's mouth, people tend to listen," she said amusedly, "It just so happens that I find your words worth listening to."

"I'm only speaking the truth," the Sinnoh champion laughed, "there is no reason to lie about it. You're almost as good as me."

"Almost?"

Cynthia smirked, "I haven't lost to you yet."

"Yet," she emphasized before feigning a sigh, "though I suppose you've beaten me in other ways." The blonde blinked in confusion and the Kalos star returned it with a sly wink before moving on to the girl right next to her. "And who's this cutie?"

"This is Serena. Apparently Red met her during his journey in Kalos."

"That's a long way from here," she noted before offering her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Serena. I am Diantha."

"I-I know who you are," she stared at the Kalos star with stars in her eyes. She took the attention in stride. She was used to it. "I've seen your movies!"

"Really?" She tilted her head. "Do you have a favorite?"

"The Princess and the Froakie," Serena spoke in an instant. There was no hesitation in her voice. She loved something and she loved it well. Good for her.

"You have good taste." She returned the smile before whispering, "That's my favorite too." The memories she made while filming it was some of the best she had. It certainly helped that Cynthia clearly didn't agree with them. Haha! The face of the blonde was adorable. "You must be here for New Island. It's always nice to see promising young trainers like you. You must've done well yourself."

The girl gave a nervous laugh before shaking her head. "If only. I'm here because of my friend, Ash." She pointed behind her and Diantha's eyes were drawn to the sight of a boy that looked eerily like a man that she had gotten to know for some time now.

Huh.

Diantha glanced at Cynthia. She stared back at her.

"I want an explanation."

Cynthia sighed. "You're not the only one."

The star raised a brow. How interesting. Red never mentioned anything about this. Did he intentionally hide this from her? No, it was apparent that even Cynthia didn't know. He hid it from everyone. He never acknowledged it then. Another mystery from her friend. Just how many secrets did he have?

She sighed as well.

He was lucky that she liked a good mystery.

Tap.

Tip.

"Rain?" Serena's confused voice broke her out of her thoughts and she turned to the window.

What was once clear skies and a cool breeze turned dark and ominous as a storm cloud circled New Island. The star of Kalos hummed in thought. The news didn't mention any bad weather today.

XXX

It happened in an instant.

The first thing they noticed was the sound. Vast and thunderous, the sky rumbled as howling winds and torrential downpours rattled the windows of the Pokemon Center like a judging deity. Ash could see people running to the closest shelter. Sailors, trainers, and police officers hunkered down as the weather turned sour.

Ash listened halfheartedly to the pier master and Officer Jenny as he watched through the windows. He winced as the sky roared and lightning danced. It was a primal sight for the boy. It was so sudden, so spontaneous, that he questioned if it was truly natural.

Pikachu nudged his face and he blinked out of his thoughts as he gave a grin to his best friend. "Quite a crazy storm outside, huh?"

The electric mouse cried in confirmation before both turned back to the window.

The sea looked jagged and unstable when it was once flat and peaceful. The bright blue skies were grey and intimidating and crackling light hid within a blanket of storm clouds. It was mesmerizing as it was daunting. How were they supposed to get to New Island now? Was it canceled?

"Maybe."

Ash jumped when someone joined his side. Did he talk out loud? He must've if someone answered his thoughts so clearly. He turned only to shiver at the presence of a champion. Even after getting used to seeing him, his mind never failed to fizzle out for a moment at the sight of Unova's strongest.

Red gave him a small smile. "Sorry if I'm intruding."

"No, you're not intruding at all," Ash grinned. "I was just thinking."

The champion's smile became teasing. "Really? Misty wouldn't believe it."

Oh, come on now. Hearing his idol say that made him pout. "She really needs to cut me some slack. I didn't get as far as I got from being dumb."

"I know and in some ways, she does too." Red chuckled before patting the youthful trainer and his Pikachu. "What were you thinking about?"

"Just how I'm going to get to New Island," Ash sighed. "It's probably canceled, right? This storm's so strong."

"You would be right under normal circumstances," Red acknowledged, "but if this person truly is the strongest trainer in the world, it isn't farfetched to believe that they could make a storm this turbulent."

"Can Pokemon really do that?"

"Definitely," Red's voice was so full of doubtless confidence that Ash could do nothing but accept his words as gospel. "I've seen Pokemon generate blizzards, trigger volcanoes, and create lightning out of skies like these." The champion winked at the awed boy. "There are even Pokemon that can manipulate space and time and some can even travel through dimensions. I wouldn't doubt that the strongest trainer in the world could pull off something like this."

"Then this has to be some sort of test."

Red nodded with approval. "Perhaps. What better way to prove your worth as a trainer?"

It made sense though Ash wondered why someone would do something like this when they were already given an invitation. Was it to show off their strength? To prove that they truly were the greatest in the world? After all, Red had a point. The strongest trainer probably could pull off something like this.

After seeing two champions clash before on TV, he could believe it!

"Guess we'll have to find a way to New Island, ourselves, eh Pikachu?" He smirked at his electric companion. The mouse returned it with a look of determination.

"You're going to try then."

"Yeah," Ash turned to stare at the champion. "They invited me for a reason and I'm not going to run away. We'll get to New Island. You can count on it."

"It's dangerous."

"I know my limits." Red gave him a look and he flushed. Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly true. "I'll be careful." His correction was received with an amused sigh.

"I'll meet you there then."

"And maybe we could have a battle afterward." His words seemed to have caught the champion by surprise. He couldn't blame him. He surprised himself when it left his lips without a second thought. It was instinctive. He wanted to see how he would compare to the man he watched on his little TV at home ever since he was six. Fighting Red would be a dream come true.

Maybe there were trainers better than Red. Maybe it was the person who invited everyone here. It didn't matter. Red held a special place in his heart. He was his childhood and what trainer didn't want to test themselves against the trainer they looked up to?

That sincerity reached his idol and as the champion gazed at Ash's determined look, Red couldn't help but chuckle. "Sure." The boy's eyes widened at his words. "Once this event ends, find me." Red gave him a small grin. "Let's see what you got."

Yes!

When Ash returned to his group with the unrestrained energy of an excited Pichu, he was the first person to notice Red's disappearance an hour later.

XXX

Mewtwo could feel the rattling of unnatural metal as waves and harsh rain battered his almighty fortress. He watched as those he challenged began their preparations to surpass his test and enter his realm. He would let them. He had a lot of questions to ask and they were the only ones with the answers he was looking for.

He would not accept cowards.

If the humans could not brave the storm, they were not humans worth his time.

He needed warriors, the bravest and strongest. He wanted justice, freedom, and answers.

There was a desire within him, a jaded need for vengeance against humanity, but there was also another part of him that wanted to give humanity a chance to prove themselves.

Not through science, not through crime, but through the one thing he could completely understand.

Combat.

Violence. Raw and unrelenting violence. Mewtwo frowned. He never enjoyed it, but it was something he was used to. It was familiar. He held intelligence but lacked worldly experience. Knowledge could only go so far without wisdom.

He would use his strength because it was familiar and he would test his power against those his previous jailor claimed were his equals or even superiors.

The fanciful Wallace was the first, a trainer that demanded his acknowledgment despite his fleeting nature. He had an eye for talent and an even keener eye when it came to his chosen professions. His Pokemon specialized in an element that dominated most of the planet's surface. Underestimating him would be Mewtwo's downfall.

Lance's acceptance was a surprise, but one that he understood the grave significance of. Mastery over dragons meant a strong, unyielding personality yet his dominance on the battlefield showcased a mind beyond his years. He was a champion and a leader in two regions, Kanto and Johto. His home was this man's domain and if he wasn't careful, it would be him that he would be truly afraid of.

A performer on a stage and a star in battle, Diantha and her Gardevoir held a special bond that went beyond natural evolution. Key Stones and Mega Stones were two special items that unlocked a power that he had never seen before. He had to take into account his inexperience with such a tool. He would not fight her unprepared for the possibility of such a technique.

Cynthia caused him a great amount of concern. Her track record and experience spoke for themselves. An archaeologist and a champion. She would identify his origins and her knowledge and skills would undoubtedly give him trouble. Nonetheless, he would face what came his way with stalwart defenses. She was overwhelmingly powerful, but so was he. He was created to be the strongest Pokemon the world had and would ever see.

SLAM!

His body tensed when he felt something land on his fortress with surprising strength. He turned to look at his servant. The controlled nurse was still in his chambers.

Impossible.

He planned to greet his guests the moment he felt them close in on his island. He thought he had time. When did someone reach his fortress this quickly? No. He could not panic now. This was unexpected, but he had precautions for this. He took a deep breath and used his psychic will to discover the identity of his first guest.

Ah.

It was him.

His most curious invitee.

Welcome him. Mewtwo's command was obeyed without question. She bowed her head and left him to his thoughts.

Red. Champion of Unova. A man that traveled the world and experienced what it had to offer before finally joining the ranks of the world's strongest. His hard work and talent made him stand out from the rank and file. He turned unpredictability into a skill and with every loss was an opportunity to grow even stronger. He was just as powerful as the rest.

He could sense the man following his servant to the room he had prepared.

Everything was going as planned. He could feel the others traversing the ocean to get to his island. Even with the small surprise of a human's early entrance, everything was happening within the expected parameters. Everything was perfect.

Mewtwo frowned.

So why do I feel the opposite?

XXX

Cynthia and Garchomp stared down the storm with calculated indifference.

Her coat and hair were dampened from the onslaught of rain and wind. She ignored it as she planned her next course of action. Several of her peers already went ahead, courageous and confident in their methods. She knew they would make it. Out of all of them, Lance and Wallace definitely had the Pokemon for it. They could take care of themselves.

The storm rumbled and she watched as trainers backed off or took on the challenge in front of them. It was a terrifying thing to behold. Even the most hardened trainers would be wary of its intensity.

She would make it though. Her Garchomp trained in similar conditions before and they'd experienced comparable weather during their travels. They'd fly their way through.

"Come on, Brock! Let's go!"

Her concentration shattered at the familiar voice and she looked behind her to see that peculiar group dash out of the Pokemon Center and to the edge of the dock. Staring at that boy never failed to confuse her.

"Oh hello, Cynthia!" One of the boy's companions, Serena, noticed her and gave her a wave even as she wrapped her coat tightly around her to endure the battering of water and wind.

Cynthia returned it with a smile of her own. The harsh conditions did little to dim the warm aura that wrapped around the girl. An admirable trait. "Off to New Island as well?"

"Yeah. Ash was raring to go." She nodded before laughing. "Red promised him a Pokemon battle afterward so he's more fired up than ever."

"Did he now?" Cynthia hummed in thought. It was clear to her that there was more to the connection between them than Red implied. She wondered what though. "Is this the first time they both met?"

"Mhm," Serena said and Cynthia had to hold back her surprise. The girl caught it and giggled. "You'd think they'd know each other, huh? They look so alike."

"It may have crossed my mind."

Serena shook her head. "That's understandable. My friends always point it out to him, but he swore that he's never met him before. Ash doesn't even think they're related."

"Red said the same thing," Cynthia noted. It was odd. Both parties claimed to be strangers, but they were so similar that it was eerie.

"Anyway, how will you be going to New Island?" Serena tightened her grip on her jacket as the storm somehow grew even stronger.

Garchomp stepped forward to help block off the forceful gusts for the girl. Cynthia smiled at her ace. "I'll be flying with my Garchomp." She knew her Pokemon's strengths inside and out. Her dragon had the strength to survive something like this with ease. "And how about your group?"

"No idea," she chuckled, "but we're working on it."

Cynthia frowned, "I could have Togekiss, Milotic, and Gastrodon take your group with me if you want." A test this might be from the so-called greatest trainer in the world, but she didn't want to see children in danger.

Serena shook her head. "I think Ash might have something planned, but thank you for the offer though."

"If you're sure," Cynthia nodded. She'd watch them as she begins her journey across the sea instead. Just to be safe.

"Serena!" That familiar yet foreign voice spoke out again and she couldn't help but straighten. She knew it wasn't Red's voice. It was too full of energy and lacked the calm, comforting tone she associated with him, but it was similar enough to catch her attention. Ash waved over to them by the docks. It seemed they discovered a method of travel. "Over here!"

"I guess they found something," Serena said before doing a small bow to the Sinnoh champion. "It's nice talking to you again, Cynthia. I'll see you at New Island."

She reciprocated the action with a smile. "Safe travels, Serena."

"Yes," she nodded, "thank you!"

Cynthia watched as the youth ran back to her group before turning back to her faithful partner. The dragon didn't look bothered at all by the raging weather. That was a good sign. "You ready to go?"

Garchomp nodded.

XXX

Greninja opened his eyes to a torrential downpour.

"Not the most accommodating weather."

His eyes blinked away the rain before staring at his trainer and the ever-present Pikachu on his shoulder. They stood at the shores of an alien fortress. Red offered a small smile before calling out Incineroar as well. Curious. What did his trainer want?

"I have a job for the both of you," he said, "It is something I know you can do, but I won't force it if you believe you are not up to the task."

Incineroar puffed his chest and barked a confident cry. It was clear that the Alolan starter was more than willing to do whatever his trainer wanted. Greninja took more time to mull his trainer's words. He trusted him above all else, but the tone in his friend's voice implied a sense of solemness that he rarely used.

This task must be important. Greninja looked at Red, waiting for further explanation. The Unova champion sensed their curiosity and nodded.

"I need you to infiltrate the lower levels of a fortress of one of the strongest Pokemon in the world," Red said, and this time Incineroar listened. Red wasn't one for hyperbole when it came to this. If he claimed that inside this island held one of the strongest, no one in his team would deny it. "He knows this island, inside and out, and his senses are one of a kind."

Understanding dawned on him. He could see why Red chose him. He was quick, stealthy, and had training from real shinobis. That didn't explain Incineroar though. He was loud and rambunctious, and while his strength left no room for doubt, Greninja would've preferred a partner like Sceptile or Decidueye.

Red noticed his concerns and smiled. "The Pokemon who dominates this fortress is a psychic-type and as such, he has a harder time tracking both of you due to your typing. I also chose Incineroar for another purpose."

Pikachu's ears twitched and nudged their trainer on the cheek. Red paused and if Greninja listened hard enough, he could hear the sound of footsteps reverberating through alien stone and metal. "There isn't much time left, so I will make this brief."

Incineroar and Greninja listened closely and both tensed as Red explained his plan.

XXX

How daunting.

A shiver ran down Lance's spine as he stared at the looming structure. The fortress that towered overhead felt like an all-seeing overseer. It was beautiful, yet cruel. It painted a dour picture in his mind.

Indifferent.

Uncaring.

With the thunder, lightning, and fervent waves that could be heard in the distance, it created an intimidating and suffocating atmosphere. Whoever owned this place seemed to have a flair for dramatics.

His suspicions rose as he followed a woman that looked eerily like the missing Nurse Joy into a well-decorated room with tables and chairs for their leisure. There were even some fountains that the water-type Pokemon could use. He spotted Wallace treating his Pokemon near one. He wasn't surprised to see him here early. The coordinator's Pokemon journeyed the tempestuous seas unfazed.

"If you would, may you please place your Pokeballs in this machine for a moment?"

Lance stared at an odd box-like machine that wasn't too dissimilar to the ones Pokemon Centers owned. Was it for the same purpose? He looked back at the woman. "May I ask why?"

"It checks for the health of your Pokemon and it treats them for any exhaustion they may have received when they crossed the ocean," she answered simply, "You will have it back immediately."

He saw no harm in that. He handed them and watched as the lady placed all six in. Bright green light coated them before finishing with a small beep. She handed his team back and bowed. He nodded in return before entering the room.

His eyes noted Red and Leon in the distance. He picked up their words as he neared them.

"That's essentially the World Coronation Series."

"Fascinating," Red said, curiosity clear in his voice. "And you're the current holder of the title. You're the strongest in the world."

"According to the competition, I am," Leon laughed, "but while the tournament showcases some of the best that the world has to offer, it's not a perfect system. The annual championship is determined by registering online so that means that we could only have so many trainers and not every strong trainer participates every year."

"Ah, a smaller sample size of opponents. Nonetheless, champions and the Elite Four compete in this tournament. For you to be able to win against competition that fierce is especially impressive for someone your age."

"I am proud of my achievements," the Galarian champion acknowledged with a grin, "but as we can clearly see, there are many that did not compete. Like the one who invited us or even you."

"I wasn't aware of its existence," Red said, amused, "and I was busy completing my league."

"Oh I know, but definitely keep it in mind in the future. I would love to face you there!"

"I will," Red said, "It's not every day that I hear about a tournament of this scale." He smiled. "Keep that crown warm for me until then, Leon."

The man smirked at Red's proclamation. Even Lance couldn't help but chuckle. He took a step closer. "You'll have to beat me to it first, Red."

"The more competition the better." Red's gaze didn't falter at his challenge. Ha! Such defiance. The amused glint in the Unovan champion's eyes changed to delight at his presence. "It's good to see you make it to the island, Lance."

"Something like this can't stop me. You know that."

"You wouldn't be a champion otherwise," Red agreed, "and how're the others? I can imagine not everyone wanted to leave the safety of the town."

"I saw Bruno, Flint, and Cynthia on my way here," he answered. "I also saw your clone and his group as well. Seems like Cynthia's keeping an eye on them and everyone else going through the challenge."

"He's not my clone," Red rolled his eyes. Leon snickered in the back and Lance cracked a smile. The champion of Unova gave the both of them a look before sighing, "I'm glad that everyone is fine though."

"How do you feel about the place so far?" Leon inspected the great expanse of the room with fascination. "I will admit, of all the parties and events I've attended as the monarch and champion of Galar, none have ever looked like this."

"It's different," Lance admitted. Suspicious as well. The woman raised some alarms in his head and the fact he only saw one employee so far for a domain this large created some questions. "There is no doubt about our host's power though."

"The sudden change in weather is not coincidental," Red nodded. "As host of this event, I guess they have the right to show off just a little bit."

"It at least makes their claim somewhat believable." Leon grinned and the youth's excitement was clear to see. "I wonder what Pokemon can do all of that? Just thinking of fighting it is making me excited."

Lance could think of several at the top of his head and while a powerful enough Rain Dance could blanket the sky, he didn't know of any that could do it at this scale and at this intensity. His list of suspects lead him to the thought of legendary Pokemon and if the host had some of them, it would certainly explain their confidence.

More footsteps could be heard and he turned to see the woman from before lead more trainers to the room. Ash and his group ran up to Sonia and Diantha while Cynthia sighed as she greeted both Bruno and Flint. Several others flooded in including some sort of reporter that was taking pictures of the room in wild abandon.

Lance's eyes trailed the suspicious woman as she walked to the far end of the room. All conversations were muted as she turned to face them. She looked at everyone for a brief moment before speaking, "Thank you for attending the party of my master, the world's greatest Pokemon trainer. For all of you that have made it this far, my master congratulates you. You are among the chosen few worthy enough to face him."

"So we do get to fight," Flint said. Lance watched as everyone took in his words. Most were intrigued or excited. Leon's smile grew tenfold. Lance couldn't deny being curious.

Foom.

"Yes," the woman answered and Lance tensed when something began descending from behind her. His eyes went up and the atmosphere around them changed as something landed. "You will be battling the strongest Pokemon and Pokemon trainer in the world."

Thud.

What was that?

The pressure spiked around them and Lance narrowed his eyes at the sight of the thing. Humanoid in appearance with an unnatural grey and purple hue. Its long tail and three-digit fingers held steady as its eyes landed on each and every one of them. The Galarian champion beside him looked at the...Pokemon with a sense of awe while Red watched the entire thing with a frown.

What are you?

Lance clutched his head as something invaded his mind.

I am the master of this domain.

It could speak. He could understand it. Lance's eyes widened as he stared at the Pokemon in shock.

I am the greatest Pokemon trainer. I am the greatest Pokemon.

This Pokemon invited them? He looked around him and saw everyone tensing as he spoke through their mind. Telepathy. They were all getting his message. He knew their language.

"I've never heard of a Pokemon that is also a trainer," Red spoke up and Lance swerved to see the champion unfazed.

Is that a problem?

"No," Red shook his head. "Just different."

The odd Pokemon narrowed his eyes before the floor behind him opened up.

Vrrr.

Foom.

The dragon master straightened when a small army of Pokemon were lifted before them. They all looked familiar and the power they exuded was clear from a single glance.

He spotted a Dragonite among them and he couldn't help but note the similarities to his own. Despite some imperfections, it was a spitting image of his ace. His Dragonite was one of his closest companions. He knew how to tell his own apart from the others and this Dragonite was too alike to not be a coincidence.

How?

Clones.

Lance turned sharply to the Pokemon and noticed their mysterious host looking straight at him. He read his mind. How concerning. Lance took it in stride and frowned. "You cloned our Pokemon?"

He nodded. Yes.

When? He scoured his memories before recalling that machine at the entrance. There? It had to be. He couldn't help but click his tongue at the thought. How careless of him.

You have questions, Mewtwo noted. I will answer them. If you can beat me.

That was a tall order. Lance knew his power at a glance. It was boundless. It might even be enough to be considered legendary. That was a frightening thought.

I invited all of you for one purpose. The telepath began to rise. Prove to me humanity's mettle.

CLINK!

Lance jumped back when he felt the steel beneath him crumple at the weight of the Pokemon's mental strength. Red was already in front of him as Pikachu took a defensive position.

He winced when he heard the roaring cries of the clones, some of them bearing the strength and power of a champion's ace.

BANG!

The next thing he knew, there was an explosion.

XXX

An ominous rumbling shook the tunnels as Greninja and Incineroar darted through the maze-like fortress.

Something was happening. He glanced at his fellow dark-type who discarded his confident grin for grim determination. They both knew what that meant. Their trainer was in danger.

Greninja expanded his senses, trying to hear abnormalities that could help the both of them locate their target. It wasn't doing him any good. The sounds of combat from above were slowing his progress.

The three took another turn as they went deeper. He needed to hope that they were getting close enough for his senses to pick something up.

Bang. Boom.

A small earthquake shuttered the metal.

Greninja saw a ladder and slid down. He tried again. Nothing.

His legs sent him even deeper in. He could hear the grumbling of Incineroar as his comrade did his best to catch up to his rampant speed. He would apologize later. His partner might be in trouble and he could not afford to slack in his duty.

Time is of the essence.

He took another turn and this time he could hear voices.

Did Mewtwo control more than what Red expected? He motioned for Incineroar to slow down and summoned his daggers through Cut. With the grace and finesse of a masterful shinobi, he leaped on the walls until he reached the tunnel's ceilings. He crept forward.

He waited. Precious minutes passed. There was nothing but silence.

...

Until the voices continued.

"Can you go any faster, James?"

"I don't see you helping, Jessie." The sound of tapping was heard. It was faint. Keyboards. "Whoever made this thing is obviously a genius. It's harder than it looks!"

"Well, we gotta' scram before it starts making more of those things!" A third voice? Two masculine voices and a feminine one. It couldn't be. Team Rocket? A sense of immense deja vu flooded his head. "D'ya hear what's happenin' up there? Whoever's running this joint's got some guts to challenge several champions and I don't wanna' take my chances with that."

This had to be it. He looked down at Incineroar and nodded. The fire-type took it as a sign and ran ahead. He dropped down to join him and followed. There was a door ahead. Good, they would just-

Incineroar smashed his way through with Darkest Lariat.

Of course.

"Sweet Arceus!" A Meowth fell on his back in shock as the confident Incineroar looked down at his fellow feline with a grin. The cat's jaw dropped in shock. "It's an Incineroar!"

"Wait, really?" James stopped typing at the alien computer and turned to see the duo. His eyes sparkled. "And a Greninja too!"

"James now is not the time!" Jessie took a step back at the intimidating sight. The shinobi couldn't help but feel an odd calm seeing them. As dastardly as they were, his past journeys wouldn't have nearly been as exciting without them. They were a welcome sight.

That wasn't something he would've thought possible.

He shook his head to banish away the fond memories. Meowth understood them. He knew that. The frog turned to him. He discarded the daggers as a sign of peace and the gesture calmed the cat enough to hear his words.

"You came here to stop the machine?" Meowth blinked. He looked at the only humans here, "Well, we can't really stop you."

"But Meowth, weren't you the one that wanted us to extract all the data of the champions' Pokemon this thing scanned for the boss?" James tilted his head and the cat couldn't help but glare back.

Even now, they were up to their old tricks. How amusing. Some things never change.

"Nope, nu-uh," Meowth shook his head, "You musta' been hearing things. We were actually...shutting it down as well! Right! Of course! Nothing suspicious about that. Right, Jessie?"

"Uh, of course!" She clapped her hands together in cheer, but Greninja was used to them enough to note the nervousness in her voice. "We're totally on your side. Let's stop this thing together!"

The three were always up to something, but for once, Greninja appreciated their presence. He nodded to the trio and began scanning the machine. Team Rocket sighed in relief but shivered when Incineroar walked closer.

He'd let his comrade scare them a little. Just to keep them in line-

Fwoosh.

A flash of pink appeared at the corner of his eye and he instinctively summoned a shuriken to throw. When he turned to look, he saw nothing but unnatural grey steel. The water-type frowned. He knew he wasn't imagining it. What was that? He swore he felt another presence here.

Boom. Bang. Clang.

The rumbling from above got even louder and Greninja banished the thought. He would investigate the oddity later. There were more pressing matters at hand.

XXX

Ash opened his eyes only to feel his back against the floor.

Smoke and debris clouded the air. Ash released a cough as he eyed his surroundings. What was going on? He winced as he covered an ear. There was too much noise. Where were the others? A surge of adrenaline hit his veins at the thought of them in danger. Serena! Misty! Brock!

Stop.

Focus.

He couldn't do anything here. He had to move. He got up and took a deep breath. He saw a flash of yellow.

"Pikachu," A sigh of relief escaped him when he saw his companion join his side. The mouse looked at him with worry. "I'm fine. Whatever caused that explosion knocked me back a bit, but that's it." He showed his body. "Ignore it for now. We got more important things to worry about. We have to find the others."

Pikachu saw his seriousness and met it with a determined nod. At least he had him. He returned it with a grin and both darted ahead.

They were quick to escape the cloud of debris only to meet chaos.

FWOOOM!

"Woah!"

They narrowly avoided a Flamethrower as a Charizard tossed another of its species into the floor. The fire began scorching the earth around them and Ash had to wince at the heat. Power coalesced into thick stones and Ancient Power rained down. Ash only had a moment to grab Pikachu and make a sprint before getting crushed by the bombardment.

Wasn't that Leon's Charizard? He took a look around them. It was a battlefield. Pokemon clashed with Pokemon. Power collided with power. There was no order to it all. He could see some trainers, but he couldn't see his group. It was utter madness.

What happened?

Where were they?

Thump.

Another Charizard landed before him, but it was one he instinctively knew.

This one wasn't Leon's.

It released a familiar fire.

Pikachu retaliated with blinding lightning.

He shook out of his shock and checked his pokeballs. He had Charizard with him. Ash sharply returned his gaze to the beast. It had markings that his didn't. It had to be the clones the mysterious Pokemon was talking about.

At any other time, the thought of cloned Pokemon would've captured his imagination, but that time wasn't now. He got into a stance. He needed to fight.

"Right," Ash nodded, "Let's fight fire with fire. Come on out, Charizard!"

The moment his fiery dragon landed on the ground, his winged companion was met with the raging lookalike in an instant. His fire-type only had a moment to block an incoming Flamethrower before staring back at his trainer with shock.

"Keep him busy, Charizard," he took off running once more. He didn't know if his old friend would listen to his orders this time, but he hoped the desperation and seriousness of the situation would make him at least somewhat understanding.

He didn't have the time to look back.

"Ash!"

He stopped his rush and noticed Serena waving to him at the far end of the room. He grinned as he caught up to them. The group took shelter behind a tossed-aside table and he could see Brock carrying the knocked-out woman from before. He sighed in relief when he didn't notice any injuries on them. "Nice to see you guys looking good."

"Cynthia's Garchomp saved us," Misty explained before looking over Ash with a frown. "Though I guess the same can't be said for you."

"Just some scratches," he reassured them. He looked at the unconscious woman. "Is she okay?"

Brock nodded, "Red handed her to us and told us to hide. He and the other trainers are taking care of the situation."

"I am not even sure what the situation is," Serena flinched as the sound of combat grew.

Right. There were a lot of questions and few answers. A Pokemon descended and claimed to be the one who invited them. Even from a distance, Ash could feel its wrath and power. It was beyond anything he ever felt and saw before.

Was this what Red meant by Pokemon capable of doing feats he never thought possible? To control the weather, so many powerful Pokemon, and the world with terrifying ease? It felt like seeing something from myths and legends.

"I'm going to help them."

"Don't be stupid, Ash." Misty glared. "This is above your pay grade. This is above ours. Did you hear what he said? It cloned the Pokemon of Elite Four and champions. We are not at that level."

"I still have to try," Ash responded firmly, "This is not a battle, Misty, this is a brawl. There are no rules. There isn't a referee to stop them from going too far. Pokemon are suffering all around us and you're telling me to not do anything? I can't accept that."

"More experienced trainers are fighting," Serena reasoned, "I think we can let them handle it."

"It looks like they're struggling from here," Ash remarked, turning his head to see the open battlefield. When two equally opposing forces clashed, it was the more skillful side that would win. In any other scenario, he would've agreed with Serena.

BOOM!

However, when one side had the same, but with the added benefit of a Pokemon with near-legendary power alongside them, the scale was tipped in its favor. Ash could do nothing but watch as the psychic Pokemon interrupted a fight between two Dragonites and lifted one with pure mental power and slammed it into the floor below with a sickening crunch.

"They need all the help they can get," Ash said before looking at them, "I wouldn't want to drag you guys to my mistakes if something does happen though." He gave a grin. "Follow Red's orders. Stay safe, but I'm going."

Serena reached out, but it was already too late. He gave one last nod to Brock before turning to face the music. He could hear his best friend, Pikachu, following him and his confidence was bolstered by the unswerving loyalty of his starter.

The people he idolized and watched throughout his life were fighting to the best of their ability and it was a testament to their overwhelming talent and skill that despite the surprise attack, they were holding their own fiercely. Even against a Pokemon of unknown origins and strength, these trainers were firm.

He could do nothing but respect that.

Now he wanted to do his part.

"Let's go, Pikachu!"

XXX

BOOM!

CRACK!

Garchomp bellowed as his jaws dug deep into the flesh of a Milotic before tossing the water-type against a wall with a forceful thud. Ice Beams slammed his chest, Dragon Claws dug into his flesh, but he took it and released a searing Flamethrower across his arena. The Pokemon around him flinched as his feet stomped the ground with merciless force.

He was given one order.

Fight.

A simple order. One word. There wasn't much to be said, but the look in his trainer's eyes told him everything that words would not.

Friends were hurt. Save them. His strength was needed.

Help me.

His blood surged as he cleaved an Ancient Power coming toward him. He was once called an executioner. His foes once compared him to a grim reaper, an incarnation of death and destruction. Every swing of his claws and crunch of his jaws was a sign of the end.

His body took a bombardment of attacks around him.

FWOOSH.

He cleared the smoke and took a step forward.

For once, he would renounce it. Today, he would be the vanguard, the guardian, and the juggernaut. He would be his trainer's shield.

Red looked at him and asked for help. He knew it in his bones. He felt it in his soul. Red trusted his back to him. His trainer believed he could do this task.

Heat pooled within his maw.

Fight.

He would do it faithfully.

CRACK!

His claws reached a Rapidash and he tore through. He noticed a Gyrados and gave chase. Pokemon from all over tried to overwhelm him with pure numbers. He could recognize some of them, cloned versions of foes he once faced before. They gave him a challenge. They still do.

But that would not stop him.

Garchomp crunched onto the neck of an Aurorus and with one earth-shattering stomp, knocked it out completely. A Tyrantrum nearby tried to bite into his flesh. He took it and kept charging at his prey.

A Pyroar and Talonflame bombarded him with Flamethrowers and Flare Blitz. His skin scorched at their assault. He ignored it. He kept charging.

Fight.

He reached the Gyrados and with a bellowing cry collided with the beast. Dragon Claws met Ice Fangs. The freezing cold touched battle-hardened scales and pain surged throughout his body. He endured it and dug his claws into the massive water-type.

SCHINK!

Talonflame swooped down for another opportunity.

He did not let it.

BOOM!

Thud!

With one throw, he took advantage of his evolutionary line's immense strength and sent the Gyrados flying straight at the Talonflame before using his tail to propel a nearby Torkoal toward the Pyroar.

Fight.

Fight. Fight. Fight!

His bellowing cry caught the attention of more Pokemon. He welcomed it. Let them come!

He would ravage them all the same.

Aerodactyl slammed into him. He caught it and forced it to the ground before using the dragon-like Pokemon to block an incoming Hyper Beam. He tossed his foe aside and charged. He tackled Lucario down and stomped the fighting-type with an Earthquake. The Pokemon gasped as a crater formed under the dragon's pressure.

It didn't matter if it was one or one hundred.

He'd rip through.

SCHINK!

Garchomp's eyes widened as he was pushed away with terrifying ease. He was thrown across the battlefield and struck the wall. He felt his bones rattle but steadied himself. His eyes looked for the source.

Another Garchomp stomped forward, marked and etched with the clear signs of a clone, but he knew who it was. His own fake appeared before him, scarred and bruised. He looked outward and noticed the destruction wrought by his own counterpart.

As expected, just as he was causing chaos on their side, his own duplicate did the same.

No matter. He pushed himself out of the wall and released a Flamethrower. His foe slashed it away with Dragon Claw. His opponent bellowed and charged. He did the same.

SMACK!

Unstoppable force met unstoppable force.

Neither lost ground.

Claws met claws. Fangs were bared. His skin was tested against his own strength. He growled as his immense evolutionary advantages became mute against a foe of equal power.

That didn't matter. His anger made him stronger.

It was a dance of dragons. No, calling it a dance would be completely false. This was no dance. It was a duel, a fight between two gladiators, each with a goal that neither was willing to compromise. There was nothing graceful about it.

He bellowed as he pushed, only to frustratingly fail to make his copy budge.

Fight!

Soon, another Pokemon came to tip the scales and he growled as he noticed the Milotic preparing an Ice Beam. They wished to overwhelm him with numbers. Wrath surged within him. Garchomp dared them to try.

He braced for the impact.

"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!"

Red?

Boom!

No. It was not his trainer.

Lightning slammed into ice and his eyes darted to see a younger Red by his side. Was he under an illusion? Was he hit so hard that began seeing stars? It couldn't be. The Ice Beam failed to hit him. It was solid. It was real.

Questions swam in his mind before he crushed them with unrelenting discipline. This was not the time. There was no time to think. This boy helped him. That meant he was an ally. That was enough for now.

The Milotic began preparing another Ice Beam and the younger Red tensed. The Pikachu used up a lot of his strength to divert an attack from a champion's Pokemon. He might not be able to do it again.

That would mean Red would get hurt.

Never.

His eyes widened with rage as adrenaline flooded his body.

Fight.

With unrivaled strength, he sent his clone flying with a point-blank Draco Meteor before releasing a Flamethrower at the Ice Beam.

BOOM!

Garchomp's every stomp shook the battlefield as he went in front of the younger boy.

Remember what you're fighting for.

He was fighting for Red. He was fighting for his comrades, his brood, and the love of his life. His eyes gazed at Cynthia's Garchomp who was holding her own at a distance. His resolve strengthened.

Fight.

Fight for those you love.

Heat pooled within his maw and he assumed another stance. He would fight like he always had. Just like how Red taught him many years ago. He would use everything. For the sake of him. For the sake of her. He'd take them all on.

As long as I live, not a single hair will be harmed.

Just fight!

XXX

Fight for your beliefs.

Mewtwo descended and released a Shadow Ball at a nearby Gardevoir. The impact sent her flying. Wallace and Lance rallied together and sent forth Dragonite and Ludicolo against him. Thunderbolt and Water Pulse came. He manipulated the terrain around him and blocked it with a wall of debris.

Fight for your justice.

He commanded some of his own Pokemon to match them and he escaped one battle to join another.

His blood pumped with excitement. He was in his element. He was pushing his peerless intellect to its limits by commanding his veritable army against equally skilled warriors. He was straining his muscles as he clashed with foes that were crowned the champions of this world.

He reveled in the chaos.

Here, he tested humanity's finest. Here, he would grasp victory from the jaws of defeat. He would prove to his jailor that he was the strongest. He would prove to the world that he belonged.

Destroy.

Overwhelm.

Conquer.

An Iron Tail came from above and he instinctively rose his arms to block the hit. The force of the strike pushed him down to the ground and he created a Barrier when the Sinnoh champion's Garchomp dug into his chest with Poison Jab.

His breath left him at the force of her strike before gritting his teeth and sending the dragon flying with Psychic.

"This isn't like you."

That voice.

Mewtwo stared at the man who stood before him. Among the guests he invited, it was him that confused him the most. He watched the fights of every champion, studied their psyche, analyzed their interviews, and created counters for each one in preparation for their arrival.

He had strategies in place for everyone, yet the ones created for him gave him the most trouble.

You do not know me. He called Psychic once more and tried to grasp the human, only for a Krookodile to come from below and break his concentration. He grunted as the dark-type's talons clasped onto his legs. He aimed down and released an Aura Sphere before jumping back.

"You are Mewtwo," Red said and the psychic-type shook at his words. He did not tell them their name. No one here should know. "You were made and exploited by human hands."

What.

His mind struck Red full force and the human winced at the forceful invasion of his head. He could not afford to be gentle. How do you know my name?

Red steadfastly ignored him and the psychic-type couldn't help but feel like the man was staring directly at his soul. For the first time in his life, he was met with the unknown. It was a vulnerable feeling.

He hated it.

He despised it.

"You're hurt."

You know nothing, Mewtwo growled as he lifted the debris around him. With a great heave, he rained it down on the human. I am the strongest Pokemon, nothing can hurt me.

SCHINK!

Iron Tail cleaved through the rubble. The electric mouse deftly deflected the raining rock, frustrating the psychic-type as not a single stone landed on the champion.

"That isn't true."

Silence!

He summoned a massive Shadow Ball. It was destroyed by a ferocious combination of Electro Ball and Thunderbolt. He cleared the smoke with a wave of his hand before activating Aura Sphere when the damned Sinnoh champion's Garchomp returned. With deceptive speed, the dragon reached him and broke his defenses with a shattering Iron Head.

Red was getting into his mind. It was altering his performance.

How? How did he know?!

He floated back up and reinforced his numbers with more Pokemon.

Calm down. Focus. Analyze his weaknesses. Identify a flaw. Exploit it. Red was unpredictable. Going into unknown territory would be a gamble. He would not risk it.

Make him predictable.

He cared for others. He protected them. He was close to Sinnoh's champion. Human emotions could hamper performance. Break his focus. Find his weakness and exploit it. His eyes swerved for bright blonde hair. He spotted her facing off against some clones of Diantha's Pokemon. He aimed a Shadow Ball at her.

He would be forced to protect her. Destabilize him.

Red's eyes followed and his natural calm hardened into a grim seriousness.

"If you harm her..."

Mewtwo fired.

Red turned to Pikachu but it was too late. His electric mouse surged forth only to be hindered by his soldiers. His attack was too fast. It reached the distracted champion in an instant. Her Garchomp tried to intervene. Mental command locked her into a tight hold. Mewtwo would not allow it.

"Cynthia!"

She turned to the man's voice only to see the Shadow Ball.

BOOM!

He turned to Red. The man was focused on the smoke where the blonde champion once stood. Good. Another Shadow Ball was formed and he turned his attention to the annoying electric rat. He would finish him off next and then wipe out the rest of the Unova champion's team.

Then he would figure out how this man seemed to know him.

By force, if needed.

"Are you alright?

What?

He turned. His blood ran cold.

Ash ran over with a battered and scorched Garchomp in tow. Floating next to them surged an instinctive drive to conquer. His progenitor floated before the blonde champion, its pink and petite form circling the group with an irritatingly serene aura.

Mew.

The closest thing to a parent. His torturous existence stemmed from this horrid creature. Was this destiny at work? Lady fate was a cruel mistress. His blood roared at him to eliminate the threat.

Fight.

Destroy.

Surpass-

ZAP!

Mewtwo knelt in pain as a surging force of electricity hit him mercilessly. He gasped when an Iron Tail pushed his head to the ground. A crater formed when his skull collided with solid rock.

He blocked another attack with Barrier in panic before blasting Pikachu away with Aura Sphere. His eyes blurred for a moment until they cleared enough to see Red's Krookodile pummel him with Stone Edge. Mewtwo roared before breaking the rocks with another Aura Sphere.

He growled when he locked eyes with the Unova champion. Warm amber revealed a simmering, silent wrath. His calm was broken. That was Mewtwo's plan, but somehow he felt that it would only make the battle harder from here.

"You're going to pay for that," Red frowned. Pidgeot flew beside him. Pikachu and Krookodile stepped forward.

Mewtwo summoned Gastrodon and Infernape.

Red was mad. Historically, he never got mad. He would have to adapt. His initial plan was slowly crumbling before him. He would have to enact his second.

XXX

The machine began whirring and Team Rocket jumped as it started analyzing the genetic information stored inside. Greninja took one look at the screen before turning to James. The man straightened at his stare.

"Uh, yes?" The man tilted his head. Greninja sighed before looking at their feline translator for some assistance.

"He's asking what it's doing, you dolt!"

James released a breath, "Oh, right. It looks to be cloning more of the same Pokemon, I imagine."

"It could do that?" Jessie perked up and watched as the machine slowly but surely started the process. "Huh."

That was bad. It meant that Mewtwo was demanding more soldiers. He turned to Meowth who already shook his head. "Sorry, bud, but we don't got the know-how to stop this thing in time." He shrugged at the ninja's stare but backed off when Incineroar took a step forward. "H-Hey now, we're good, but we're not that good!"

Troublesome. He needed to stop this now. The machine was large and daunting. Cut and Aerial Ace would not stop it in time if he tried-

I also chose Incineroar for another purpose.

His eyes widened and he turned to the obedient Incineroar watching over the trio. He made sure to keep him in line for the success of the mission. He needed stealth, but now that they were here he didn't need to be hidden, especially with his trainer in trouble.

Incineroar's strength might be enough.

He banged the machine and Incineroar's eyes changed their focus to him. With a simple Cut, he dug a deep gash in the metallic surface. It was a simple motion, one he had done many times before.

Greninja held Incineroar's gaze steady.

The message was clear.

Incineroar grinned.

XXX

"Cynthia!" Diantha and Leon ran towards her. Sinnoh's champion turned to see them. The star of Kalos checked on her body. "We saw an explosion. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine thanks to Mew." She smiled at the floating myth who gave a small cry in return. She would normally be awe-struck by the sight, but she couldn't afford to yet. Not now. Definitely later. "Red's fighting the Pokemon on his own. We have to help."

Her best friend held his own admirably, but she could tell they were exhausted. She did not know how long they could keep up with a legendary, especially when they were being reinforced by even more clones.

Woosh!

Boom!

She looked up to see Pidgeot dancing in the air with the telepath while Infernape clashed with Krookodile and Gastrodon fought Pikachu. The matchups were not desirable and the telepath seemed to be able to control multiple Pokemon while standing his own ground.

"I could have Charizard up there soon, but he's too busy in his own fight," Leon frowned. Cynthia clenched her fists. She only had Garchomp, Togekiss, and Spiritomb left and the latter two were running on fumes.

"Lance, Wallace, Flint, Bruno, and Malva are cleaning up the stragglers as we speak," Diantha interjected. "He just needs to hold for a little while longer."

Right. That was good. They might be fine. Okay, even.

Whirr.

Clang!

All the hope drained from her face as the floor opened up again. She couldn't believe it. Another batch of clones?! How? No, calm down. Think. They had the genetic information of their entire team. Of course he could make more if he wanted.

Leon frowned, even as his Charizard landed beside him. She could feel the overwhelming presence of his ace and had no doubt that it secured many victories under their belt in today's battle, but even the strongest of them could tire.

She turned to see her own faithful partner holding Red's Garchomp. The injuries on his dragon were extensive. She was surprised he could even stand. He must have endured so much. She wouldn't let him go further than he already had. It would be too dangerous.

With so many of their Pokemon weakened, they were running on borrowed time. They could not handle a second wave.

"Mew!" Ash alerted the other champions as the boy watched the floating Pokemon fly to Red's side. What was it doing?

"Focus, kid," Leon took a stance as he watched the slowly elevating floor reach their level. "We're going to have other problems real soon."

Ash coughed but nodded. "Right! Don't worry, sir. I got my head in the game."

"It's Leon," the champion cracked a small smile despite the situation. Cynthia and Diantha stared at the slowly rising floor. Something appeared from below. She frowned. There was something different about this one.

XXX

Mewtwo launched himself forward and Pidgeot met him halfway.

It was a tireless bird. He survived treacherous waters and forceful winds, more than worthy to be a Pokemon's champion. That would not discourage him. He evaded the thunderous Wing Attacks and slammed down with a punishing Aura Sphere.

Unrivaled might struck stalwart speed. Both met in the air. He was like an avenging god and with his almighty will, he crushed his opposition.

The pride of the warrior clashed with his supreme strength. Divine punishment was at hand. The mortal before him dared to challenge his judgment. He would not let it overwhelm him.

The two danced in the air, his legendary mind bombarding the bird with debris. The bird refused to go down. With astonishing speed, it rammed into him once more. He braced for it and with Psychic, sent the Pidgeot down.

Grounding him was a priority.

He descended rapidly and dropped another Aura Sphere.

It is over.

God punished the defiant.

Boom.

Only for the mortals to receive their own salvation from a different god.

Mew appeared in front of the fallen bird and blocked it with Barrier. He narrowed his eyes in surprise before summoning a Shadow Ball to hit his progenitor. It was blocked again.

You came to me.

The myth nodded and its wide, innocent eyes became serious as it noticed his rising aggression. Good. He welcomed the fight. It made it easier for him. Now he didn't have to give chase.

He summoned another Shadow Ball and blitzed toward his newest foe. His strike was perfectly blocked, but he called upon the island's rocks and stones. The storm only worsened as a battle between deities took place. Justice rained down upon them. He threw everything. Shrapnel, debris, and boulders were nothing more than children's toys to them. Mew stopped every single one with Barrier.

Defensive. If he was a war god then his foe was a deity of peace and protection. Very well. Then he needed to break it.

He bolted through the sky. Mew dodged it with Teleport. It was a game of Pikachu and Persian. The evasive and fleeting nature of Mew faced the aggressive, dominating wrath of Mewtwo.

He could feel Mew's attempt at reasoning with him in his mind.

He ignored it.

It was adored. Humans looked at it with wonder and joy.

He was feared. His jailors looked at him with indifference and scorn.

As far as Mewtwo was concerned, the weight of Mew's words was worth nothing.

He swung his tail and the force cracked his opponent's shield. A Shadow Ball broke through the barrier a moment later and struck the psychic-type. It tried to fight back with controlled rocks but he smacked it all away.

There was nothing that said that a fake cannot surpass the original.

Smack!

His breath left him when Pidgeot appeared from below and with a powerful burst of Twister blew him away from his target. Troublesome. Not only did he have to contend with his progenitor, he now had to deal with a champion's Pokemon.

Mewtwo narrowed his eyes.

No matter. He would simply call upon his freshly cloned-

What?

His mind attempted to link up with his soldiers. His senses expanded throughout the island and grasped every clone. The numbers didn't change. Where were his reinforcements? He looked down to where his newest warriors should be.

Where were they?

Three new humans were on the floor. They had the insignia of Team Rocket on them. Mewtwo cursed. Was it his jailor's doing? Did Team Rocket finally take action against him?

SCHINK!

A water shuriken dug into his skin and his concentration was broken. He turned and saw two more Pokemon beside Red. New. Different. They were not here before.

Did he do this? Did Red plan this? Did he expect all of this? How?

Before he could analyze it further, Red and Greninja began to move as one.

XXX

"You did your job well," Red smiled at his two Pokemon. "There is one more obstacle left so please bear with me." Greninja could feel his strength growing and the two synchronized into one mind, one feeling, one bond. "Let us finish this."

Of course.

A torrent of water covered his frame and the familiar feeling of trust washed over him. Red needed him at his strongest here. He would gladly use it. Pidgeot returned to Red's side and Incineroar and Greninja stepped forward to face their newest obstacle.

A legendary that the world had never seen before had descended.

They would be the first to defeat it.

Greninja's legs pushed and the ground beneath him cracked as he reached the floating legendary. The conqueror tried to block him with Barrier. He jumped upward instead and Mewtwo looked up only to flinch when he heard his defense break.

Incineroar appeared like a berserker, destroying the shield with Darkest Lariat.

Schink.

Greninja moved like an assassin, digging deep into flesh with Cut once the Barrier broke.

Rogue and warrior joined as one, working in tandem to topple the king. Debris came from all sides. Not a single one would touch him. His senses were exceptional, amplified with the help of his trainer.

Mewtwo bombarded them with Aura Sphere.

Incineroar was sent flying. Greninja blocked it with his massive shuriken before throwing it. He surged forth like a riptide. Aerial Ace slammed into Shadow Ball. He summoned his daggers with Cut. His offense was blocked by another Barrier.

It was durable. His normal strikes would not break through.

FOOM!

The barrier broke like paper as a charging vessel of destruction crashed into Mewtwo like an avenging soldier. Flare Blitz lit up both berserker and conqueror in an explosion of light and heat. The shinobi took that opportunity to throw another Water Shuriken.

Enough.

CRACK!

Mewtwo gripped Incineroar in a bear hug before releasing a point-blank Aura Sphere into his gut. Incineroar gritted his teeth and grinned at the pain. Incineroar hugged him back and threw the psychic-type with the Revenge.

An opportunity appeared.

The water-type passed his comrade and followed up with a Water Shuriken.

Mewtwo took the hit and responded in kind by trapping Greninja in a cage of rock and steel. He cut through only to see the telepath pound him with an Aura Sphere. His breath left him as his body crashed onto the floor. Mewtwo prepared another onslaught, but Incineroar caught him in a Darkest Lariat.

His comrade bought him time. He needed to use it.

He jumped back into the fray and began pressuring their target. His eyes met his fellow dark-type and both nodded. With every second, his teamwork with Incineroar improved. Every minute, they began to adapt to each other's movements.

Incineroar traded speed for power. The pure force of his punches dented Mewtwo's defenses. He supplemented that with Greninja's speed and cunning. The cunning shinobi slid into the cracks of the conqueror's unrelenting wall.

Slowly but surely, they would chip their foe away.

Chink.

Mewtwo jumped only for Incineroar to grab him mid-air. Greninja slid from below and the fire-type threw Mewtwo toward him. He punched the psychic-type with Aerial Ace.

It was working.

The legendary was tiring. He had battled countless foes, tested his might against the champions of this era, and had the energy and intellect to face all of them head-on. Greninja would freely admit that this would be a far greater challenge if he was fresh.

Swoosh.

Smack!

Blade and fist crashed into the telepath.

But this wasn't a fight against any ordinary Pokemon. This was a battle against something that some humans might've considered a god. He would not play fair against him. He had the audacity to endanger his trainer.

That was not something Greninja could forgive easily.

Divine punishment came down, boulders of stone and metal flung with the speed to crush lesser foes. Greninja sliced one in half while Incineroar broke his with a single punch.

Even if the foe ahead of him was strong enough to be considered a god, if they became an obstacle in Red's way...

He jumped onto a boulder. He pushed himself off.

Schink.

Daggers tore into thick skin.

...then he would slay god.

XXX

Defeat. Loss. Mewtwo let out a grunt as his vision blurred. Cut dug into his neck and with a mighty push, the abnormal Greninja sent his body flying until his back slammed against a wall.

Boom.

He let out a gasp of pain as a crater formed at his landing. He could feel his back seizing up. He could barely move. His body fell to the floor immobilized.

Powerless.

Hopelessness.

Unpleasant, familiar feelings. It couldn't end like this. He didn't want to feel like this again.

I lost. It is over.

How?

As he fought the trainers here, he began to understand them. He read their minds and was slowly piecing together their purposes, their motivations, and their goals. He was learning, adapting, and understanding more than he had ever done before.

They had aspirations and dreams.

Some were grand.

Lance wanted to be a dragon master. Flint sought to be the champion of Sinnoh. Leon wanted to be the best trainer in the world. Ash wanted to become a Pokemon Master.

Some were simple.

Bruno wanted to fight. Malva wanted excitement. Sonia had no dreams whatsoever and was content to figure it out along the way. Their purposes were varied. It shocked him. They chose their destinies. They were given a choice.

He was envious.

That freedom to choose was taken away from him at birth. His existence was an affront to the natural order. He could not freely chase after his passions like them. He didn't even have one.

The world was cruel.

"It doesn't have to be."

Mewtwo flinched when he looked at the stoic eyes of his opponent. There was silent anger there, one his mind could pick up with but a slight touch, but even when he struck against his dearest friends, there was an uncompromising compassion that never faltered.

He could easily read the minds of the warriors around him, but he could never wrap his head around his motivations. He only got the barest minimum. The resilience of his mind made it hard to go any further than that.

Red wanted to be the best. He wanted to grow strong. It was simple.

But his reasons were not.

He wanted to save the world.

It did not make any sense. From any other man, this childish dream would've looked foolish yet the stalwart determination Mewtwo felt when he delved deep into his psyche removed any doubt. Save it from what? Was it even worth saving in the first place? Mewtwo didn't think so.

"I am not sure what you mean," Red watched as Pidgeot soared above, circling them. Mewtwo was content to let it. His strength was spent. He had little left to give. "The world is worth saving."

There are criminals. There are jailors, slavers, and monsters.

"And there are heroes," Red said.

There were no heroes to save me.

"I am sorry." Mewtwo could feel the genuineness in his voice and it confused him. He should not be. The champion couldn't have done anything.

It does not matter. Not anymore. Mewtwo tried to rise up only to pause when Red offered him a hand.

"I am sorry," he repeated. There was regret there, "but let me make it up to you. Let me save you."

Save him? He scoffed.

I am your enemy.

"The enemy today can be a friend tomorrow," Red's hand didn't waver. "You are more than just a weapon."

How would you know?

There was silence. The trainer knelt down to peer into Mewtwo's eyes. "Look into my mind and find out."

Despite his better judgment, he did.

XXX

"Well, that was something," Flint stretched his arms as he relaxed on the boat back to Old Shore Wharf.

Lance sat on his seat, content to enjoy the sea breeze after such an arduous experience. Today was the pinnacle of surprises. His body was still sore from the ordeal. "It certainly was."

"To think that we were one of the first to see a brand new Pokemon!" Malva was the picture of excitement. Even after all of that, she had the energy to be enthusiastic. How lucky. The reporter sighed at her broken camera. "A shame about the pictures though."

"Mewtwo doesn't want news of this to spread as it is," Diantha interjected. Lance couldn't help but note that name. A clone of Mew was an astonishing discovery. It made a worrying amount of sense. His look and design were familiar and the strength he displayed was peerless. "You're lucky that Red talked him down from wiping everyone's memories. Be grateful we got this at least."

Malva groaned. "I guess so."

"It is a good thing he was able to talk some sense into the Pokemon," Wallace said, "though it is curious that he managed to quell his wrath so thoroughly."

"Well, you saw what it clear as day. Same as the rest of us. He defeated him. I'd listen to the victor if I ever lost!"

"Things aren't that simple, Bruno."

He waved off Wallace's words. "Well, then how about the fact that even if he tried to fight back, the rest of us were still raring to go."

Lance didn't think that having their teams in a deathly state of exhaustion would count as 'raring to go' but he allowed Bruno this one. "I would've loved to talk to him more." Maybe he could've discovered what Red said to make him surrender if he did. "However, he wasn't exactly the warm and welcoming type."

Cynthia stared at the shrinking size of the legendary's fortress in the distance. He noted a sense of worry on the woman's features. "He's willing to talk to Red though. They're still there, after all."

"Under the Unova champion's request," Wallace reminded her. "I am sure he is fine, Cynthia. He will return to your embrace, as he always does."

A tint of red painted her cheeks before glaring at the coordinator. "I know he can take care of himself. I just worry."

"Mewtwo won't pull something," Flint shrugged, "Red's beaten him once. He can do it again."

"He had a lot of help for that one."

Lance heard the telltale signs of their ride docking and rose up from his seat. Everyone else followed suit. He sighed in relief. Hello, mainland. He could not wait to fall onto a comfortable bed. He took another step only to get passed by a boy and his starter.

"We're here, Pikachu!"

"Wait for us, Ash!"

He watched the other group leave the boat and his mind once more wandered to that boy. There were a lot of startling similarities, but a lot of differences too. Physically the same, but Ash held that childlike innocence that Red didn't seem to hold. Even when his rival was a similar age, he felt far wiser than he let on.

Honestly, when he joked about the kid being a clone of Red, he was kidding, but after this ordeal, he couldn't help but let his mind toy around with the thought.

Is it possible...? Lance shook his head. It can't be, right?

Right?

"You thinking the same thing I was thinking?" Leon whispered in his ear and Lance couldn't help but jump at his voice. He hated to admit it, but the chances weren't exactly zero percent.

He glared at Leon, "Not a word to Red, alright?"

"I'm cool," Leon grinned, "It's his secret to tell anyway."

Indeed. One day, he'd get Red to answer. Today simply wasn't that day.

He stepped off the ship.

XXX

Red sprayed the last of his potion at the neck of the injured Milotic before standing up.

You do not have to do this.

"I know, but they were hurt pretty badly from the fight. This is the least I can do to them."

Mewtwo watched as the trainer took a look at another Pokemon. As he allowed the human to care for his clones, he thought back to his surrender.

Look into my mind and find out. Visions surged into his head and he almost broke at the memories shown. He felt Red's hopelessness. He felt Red's despair. The raw emotions were too intense.

Hatred, at himself, for what he failed to do.

Loathing, for others, to the ones who ruined his life.

Grief, for his friends, for those he lost.

Mewtwo had to shake his head to remind himself that these weren't his feelings. These were Red's. He willingly shared with him his darkest secrets yet he also shared with him some semblance of hope.

In another life, in another time, he was a guardian of Pokemon.

He fought against Ash and in the midst of combat, his heart changed. He was no longer the destroyer. He had been given another purpose. He became the defender of the abused and exploited.

In another life, in another time, he would leave this island and create a sanctuary. It was humbling as it was fascinating.

I removed your memories in that life, Mewtwo said. It is clear you remember them. How?

"Later in life, I met you again," Red wrapped some bandages on Lucario's leg. "I was already a champion then. You sought me out. You made me remember."

He nodded. I must've had my reasons.

"You did," Red smiled as a Houndoom licked his cheek and Mewtwo heard the sorrow and nostalgia in his voice. "It would also be the last time we would meet."

I see...

"You changed some things," he teased, "I expected the fortress. I didn't expect the people you invited."

I wanted to test the strongest. He looked at Red oddly. Did I not do so in your time?

"You did," he shook his head, "but the method you used to identify who was strong or not must've been different."

Noting what he had done in another time and comparing it to his actions now was a feeling Mewtwo never thought he would experience. He recalled the memories the trainer showed him. He could see him doing those actions. He understood how that Mewtwo felt. It was a unique feeling.

My jailor, Giovanni, showed me who he thought could defeat me. Needless to say that the man was right. They did defeat him. Mewtwo still felt bitter that the man was correct.

"That may be it," Red accepted. "I also expected some flying pokeballs though that never came. Greninja and Incineroar were supposed to help liberate them."

I thought about it, Mewtwo admitted, but I came to a realization that a champion's Pokemon may be strong enough to destroy it before I could capture them. The method I used here was subtler. I wanted to make sure.

"Sneaky, but it worked for a time." Red closed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. He offered his hand again and this time Mewtwo did take it. "I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors."

...To you as well.

He watched the warrior slowly vanish from his sight. In another life, in another time, Ash had earned his respect. In this life, in this time, he did so again though the burden Red carried became far greater.

He felt the man's dogged devotion to his goal. He wanted to save him. He wanted to save them. He wanted to give his friends a better life. It was respectable. Honorable, even.

Mewtwo began levitating his fellow clones.

He gave him a purpose. If the time ever came when Red would meet him again, perhaps this time, he would help him with his purpose just like how he did his.

XXX

It was sunset.

Golden light shimmered through calm ocean waves. The salty breeze cooled the afternoon warmth. People had left. Her friends and rivals took off, continuing their journeys in a new light. Cynthia wanted to stay here just for a little while longer.

He was still here, after all.

Red stared at the setting sun with a small smile. She was by his side. Nothing but the noise of the water permeated their surroundings. Even after everything they'd seen and everything they had been through, Red remained stalwart. She admired it, but it could be frustrating too. He was always a hard person to read.

"I suppose I should give you an answer."

Cynthia's heart thundered. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Was she having second thoughts? Was she afraid of what he would say? Perhaps. After waiting this long, she couldn't help but falter.

"No," Red shook his head. "You deserve an answer. I worried you and it's not fair to you if I keep hiding behind your generosity. You confessed. You offered your heart to me and I didn't know what to do with it." He turned to her. "I have secrets. A lot of them."

"Don't we all?"

"Yes, but none like mine." He sighed. "I thought I could never love again. I didn't take this journey with a future for myself in mind."

Those words held a million meanings and some weren't good. She took note of it but continued. "You have a goal. You're doing all of this for something."

"I am," Red's confidence dulled and a sense of weariness took over that she never saw from him. He looked as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. "I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to exist."

She stilled. "What do you mean?"

"The first time you met me, I moved into Celestic Town." She remembered it vividly. Her first rival. Her first friend. They grew up together. They watched each other become the champions they were today. "That was not the case for me. The first time I met you, you were in your twenties."

Confusion settled for a moment before something in her mind clicked. Flashes of the boy's face appeared in her mind's eyes. After everything she saw recently, those simple words helped piece together a puzzle she thought she would never solve. The odd resemblance began making sense. "Ash..."

"After all these years, hearing my old name has never felt so foreign." He smiled ruefully. "That was me, once upon a time, but Ash already exists in this world. Call me Red. Less confusing that way."

"Time travel?" Her eyes widened. A stray memory came to her mind. "Celebi?"

"Celebi helped," Red admitted, "though it wasn't the only one."

She choked. "There's more?"

"The time I lived in wasn't very nice." He cracked a rueful smile. "At least it wasn't when I left it."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I love you." His words struck her. "It took me some time to come to terms with it, but I do and I don't want to hide this from you, especially after everything we've been through." His smile turned fragile. "I understand if you don't believe me and I understand if you don't want to continue pursuing a relationship. I-"

She cut him off with a kiss. It wasn't the gentlest thing in the world. She wasn't that experienced, but she wanted to silence him before he could say anything more.

It did the trick. Her touch stunned him and when she slowly parted, a dazed Red paused and stared.

"Red," Cynthia said. "Shut up."

He opened his mouth only for her to kiss him again. He was ready for it this time and her face warmed when he reciprocated. Seconds felt like minutes. When she had to let go for air, her body was tempted to capture his lips again. A stronger mind tempered her thoughts and she stared at him. "Thank you for telling me your secret." She took his hands and wrapped them around hers and steel eyes flashed with resolve. "But I still want you. I want to be with you and there are no excuses in the world that will deter me from that."

She had so many questions. Cynthia was still processing everything he said to her and maybe after this she would properly analyze his words, but she waited all year for this and she wasn't going to delay it any further. Not even Arceus would stop her from expressing her feelings on the matter.

"Cynthia..."

"Red, I love you. Please go out with me."

There was hesitance in those warm, amber eyes of his before he sighed. Her heart stilled when he took a deep breath before it swelled up again at his small smile. He nodded. She never knew such a simple action could make her weak.

"Okay."

He kissed her this time.

XXX

"Hey Ash, weren't you supposed to have that battle with Red today?"

The boy's eyes widened before he fell to his knees.

Misty sighed, "He forgot, didn't he?"

Serena laughed, "After all we've been through, can you blame him?"

"I guess not."

XXX

Life really hates giving me time to write. Nonetheless, thank you for your patience and thank you for reading.

I hope you enjoyed.

Chapter 10: Chapter 9

Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

When he traveled to this time, to this world, he swore to himself that things would be different. The people he loved would live. They would prosper. If it meant sacrificing his mind and body for them then so be it. Even if he wouldn't be there at the end, if he could change their fate then he would be content with that.

His mind was resolved. Unbending and stalwart in its objective, he knew in his mind that when the time came, he would be prepared.

His heart, however...

Red shook his head when the image of golden blonde hair surfaced in his mind.

His heart wavered. He thought he would never love again. Serena was his world. Losing her shattered him. He picked up the pieces of a broken heart and turned them into a sword. His despair drove him to fight. His promise was his only lifeline.

He would save them. He had to. He promised them. His life for theirs. It was a fair trade, he thought. He was just one person compared to millions.

Yet when he remembered the faint sensation that graced his lips, he couldn't help but hesitate. He changed the past. Despair turned to warmth. He began caring for the people here in ways that he wasn't ready for.

He fell in love.

Red couldn't deny it anymore. No matter how much he wanted to.

XXX

"Nervous?"

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't," Red mused, his gaze fixed at the entrance of the old town. To anyone else, he was the definition of cool. She knew him well enough to know he was anything but. "It has been a while."

She hummed. "It has, hasn't it?" Although he maintained contact with Celestic Town, being there in person after so many years was an entirely different experience. She didn't want him to feel uncomfortable; it wouldn't truly be home if he did. "If it gets too overwhelming, we could leave early."

"No," he shook his head, "I promised you and I'm a man of my word." He laughed, "It was only a matter of time anyway. Professor Carolina has been hounding me to come back." His grin softened as he stared at the entrance, "Celestic Town looks just as I remembered it."

"It got a lot more attention in recent years. Travelers visit this place often now."

"This is your hometown so I am not surprised."

"It's yours too," Cynthia nudged him playfully. "They cheer for you just as much as they cheer for me."

He didn't have a response to that. Red never was good at taking compliments. To him, what he was doing was only natural. Fame and admiration were the last things on his mind. He cracked a smile, shaking his head as he continued to stare at the town. Red slowly took in the long-forgotten sight in comfortable silence. She joined him. He wasn't wrong. Celestic Town was beautiful.

...

"I'm stalling, aren't I?"

"Kind of."

Red chuckled, "Alright, let's go."

The moment they took their first steps passed the village gates, the familiar tranquility of home enveloped her. It looked to be a normal day in Celestic Town. The people fell into their routines and the slow, gentle rhythm of work began. It was a simple life. Celestic Town rarely changed. In her youth, she found it boring. Now, it was a pleasant change from her constantly increasing responsibilities.

The ancient heritage of the town remained deeply embedded in the culture of their people, yet hope for a better future shaped their daily lives. She saw familiar faces and when they turned to greet her back, they gasped.

"Is that..?"

"Mom, look, it's Pikachu!"

"That Pikachu?"

"He's back!"

She could see word begin to spread. Crowds gathered to see them. Her return would often be met with enthusiasm, but it was clear that they were more excited to see his return. It had been so long, after all. He was probably the second most popular champion in Sinnoh.

"People are staring."

"Is that a problem?"

"No," he shook his head. "Just an observation."

A hush settled throughout the town as they watched the duo with quiet awe and excitement. Despite their eagerness, an aura of hesitance filled them. They were afraid to approach the man. She could understand why. Red was one of them, but time changed people. They didn't know how he would react to their warm welcomes.

Luckily, they didn't have to worry long.

"Wait! Where are you going?!"

"E-excuse me!"

"Pi!"

Someone broke out of the crowd and the two stopped and stared as a six-year-old girl approached, a Pichu following close behind. Clutching a small Pikachu plushie and a marker, she stopped to stare at him with cute bravado. The Pichu at her side gazed at the evolved counterpart on his shoulder in astonishment. The Pikachu waved to the young electric-type, eliciting a giggle from Cynthia when the girl's companion nearly swooned right there.

Red caught on quickly and knelt before the girl. "You want me to sign this?" She shyly nodded. He smiled. The Unova champion grabbed the marker and carefully wrote his signature on the plushie. "Here."

The young fan took a breath as he handed it back to her. She hugged it tightly, muttering a small "thank you" before running back to her mother. His small gesture broke the ice between Red and the village and soon the crowd walked up to him with excitement.

"Welcome back!"

"Finally brought your man home, eh Cynthia?"

"Do you have Greninja with you?! Can we see him?"

Both mouse and trainer were completely lost in the cacophony of words. Amusement danced in her eyes as Red did his best to handle the predicament he was put in. He was failing, adorably. Should she save him? Alas, the option was taken from her when a small earthquake broke through the frenzy. Cynthia turned around to see her grandmother standing before them with Red's Torterra beside her.

"Professor Carolina," Red released a sigh of relief at her intervention.

"Alright people, give the man some space!" The professor walked forward with the Continent Pokemon in tow. The large ground-type's size broke the sea of bodies to reach his trainer. Cynthia smiled when the grass-type happily nudged his head towards Red. "We wouldn't want to piss off Unova by suffocating their champion now, would we?"

"But he's back!"

"He is," the professor nodded, "and you'll have your time with him during his welcoming party, but they traveled all the way to Sinnoh to visit us. Let these weary souls rest."

The people released a collective groan of disappointment, but one quick look from Carolina and Torterra and they all obeyed without question. Her grandmother sighed before smiling at the sight of her. "It's good to see you again, my dear."

"Grandma," she smiled and embraced her when the woman offered a hug. "I brought Red over as promised."

"I can see that!" Her expression shifted from surprise to delight as she turned her attention to him. "It's great to have you with us again, Red."

"It's good to be back, professor."

"Please, call me Carolina, or better yet, grandma," she laughed. "You're basically family."

He looked uncertain. "Are you sure?"

"Of course," Carolina beamed. "In fact, I insist!"

"Well, if you insist," Red stayed silent only to sigh and offer an embarrassed grin at the professor's expecting stare, "Grandma."

Carolina's smile could not get any bigger. "You have grown so much," she stared at him. "So handsome too. I can see why my granddaughter confessed to you." Red and Cynthia choked at her words. "We'll throw a giant celebration for your return."

"That isn't needed," Red shook his head. "I do not want to intrude on the people here. I just came to visit."

The professor waved him off, "Nonsense." She crossed her arms. "When Cynthia became champion, the town celebrated for an entire week." The blonde champion winced when Red looked back at her. It wasn't her idea.

"I didn't want it either," she said, "but they insisted."

"Celebrating for a few days is the least we can do," Carolina was firm in her resolve. Her rival couldn't hope to match it. "The town is more than willing to. You're not intruding at all. Why, the entire town had been anticipating your return for years. We want this."

"It still isn't necessary."

"Oh, but it is necessary." Carolina winked. "You're one of us and we celebrate our own."

Her grandmother meant that in more than ways than one. The look she sent her way made that crystal clear.

Damn it, grandma.

"Just let her do it, Red." Cynthia sighed in feigned exasperation. She knew better than anyone just how stubborn her grandmother could be. "Once she has her mind set on something, it's almost impossible to pull her out of it."

"You got some of that from me too, Cynthia," the professor interrupted. She pouted as her grandmother smirked. Ha, as if—

"I've noticed," Red said. What. Whose side were you taking here, Red? Was she really like that?! Before she could interject, the man sighed in reluctance. "If that is the case, thank you. I am both flattered and honored."

"Good," Carolina nodded before gesturing to follow her back to her abode. Both agreed to her request, with Torterra lumbering behind. "Your return was quite unexpected so your Pokemon are still eating back at the lab. Your Torterra has been useful in keeping order with the varied specimens you bring here. He's become my little—well, large—lab assistant over the years."

Red smiled at his grass-type who returned it with a resolute nod. Carolina's lab wasn't as expansive as Rowan's, but being the head researcher of the town had its benefits. She wouldn't care for just anyone's Pokemon, but she oddly offered to keep Red's with her. Cynthia didn't know why at the time, but it became clear later that her grandmother approved of him.

"You hear that, Pikachu?" Red smirked at his ace. The yellow mouse looked equally eager. "I can't wait to meet everyone."

"I am sure they feel the same," the researcher agreed. They reached her lab and entered the corral. The first to spot them was Boldore and Dewott who dropped their food in shock. She couldn't blame them. She didn't think they'd ever see him in town.

The rock-type walked up to his trainer while Dewott ran off, no doubt to tell the others. It didn't take long for news to spread. The rumbling of Pokemon was heard in the distance and she blinked as all of Red's Pokemon flooded the area like a veritable, colorful tsunami.

She wouldn't interrupt their union. If there was one thing that always seemed to light up his face, it was his Pokemon. Having all of them here at once was a rare opportunity for her rival and she didn't want to ruin it. The growing smile on his face as he saw the charging horde told her everything she needed to know.

"It's great to see everyo—umph!" Red fell as his gathered Pokemon tackled him with a gleeful cry. Cynthia and Carolina gazed fondly before the Sinnoh champion was quickly swamped by her own. Oh, right. Red grinned as he patted his Typhlosion and Glalie, "Has Carolina been taking care of all of you?"

They all cried out in happiness.

"Hmph," the professor crossed her arms, "I give every single one of them the highest quality of care available. I'm no Rowan or Oak, but I'm still more than qualified for even the most difficult Pokemon."

"I'm glad," Red said before the man was swarmed by even more of his Pokemon. He had an impressive amount and there was no doubt he wanted to greet each one properly.

She allowed him his time with his team before she was swept away by her grandmother. The sly grin she had spelled bad news for the Sinnoh champion. "So he said yes?"

Cynthia blinked before sighing in exasperation. Despite herself, she couldn't help the light red tinge on her cheeks when she recalled the memory. With the way Carolina's grin grew, she caught it. Drats. "He did."

Her grandmother didn't squeal, but it was the next best thing. She grasped her hands with joy. "I am so happy for you, my dear."

"I didn't think it would ever happen."

The professor laughed, "There was no doubt in my mind that it would."

"I had my doubts."

"Oh, you innocent girl," she pulled the champion's cheeks. "Red's always had a soft spot for you. It was obvious to everyone."

It wasn't obvious to her! It was one of the most terrifying moments of her life! Her thoughts broke at the sight of her grandmother's laughter. Cynthia gave her a look, one that Carolina ignored effortlessly. "You're enjoying this too much."

"I am not sure what you're talking about."

"Grandma."

"Yes, yes, I know. Spare this woman some excitement from time to time," Carolina's laughter calmed to a soft chuckle, "How long will he be staying for?"

Cynthia offered an apologetic smile. "Only a couple of days. It was the best I could do."

She waved it off. "Your best is more than enough. The man of the hour wishes for a short celebration, we will give him one."

"Thank you."

"That isn't to say it will be a small one," Carolina smirked. "We will give him a celebration the likes of which that will dwarf even the festivals at Alola."

"That's a bit much."

Carolina laughed.

XXX

He first knew of her due to his past.

Delia Ketchum was a woman that Red held close to his heart. He heard of her through his trainer's other Pokemon and they showered her with nothing but compliments. In the past, in another time, she was a pillar of Ash Ketchum's life.

In this life, in this time, she would continue to be a pillar of Red Satoshi's.

Though she probably had another name now.

"You haven't met my mom yet, have you?"

Greninja turned to face Red. It was just the two of them. Pikachu was away, playing with the village children and the rest of his kin were busy catching up after their latest adventure. On the first day of his visit, he could already hear the cheers in the distance as the people were preparing to celebrate a returning champion. It was only thanks to Carolina's authority that they weren't overwhelmed by Celestic's citizens.

He was glad for the reprieve. It allowed him to consider his trainer's words carefully. His trainer spoke with his mother in the PCs of the Pokemon Centers, but he never was graced with her physical presence.

To Greninja, Delia Ketchum felt like a mythical existence, only hearing news of her, but never seeing her in person.

He shook his head and Red smiled as the two continued heading to one of the older houses in the distance. The water-type noted the nicely cut grass and warm atmosphere that radiated off of the small building. It was simple, but it was homely. It looked like a place that anyone could return to, content and safe within its tender embrace.

Yet as he neared the dwelling, he couldn't help but notice that his trainer didn't feel the same way.

It was his home, but the man seemed to gaze at the building in front of him as if it were a foreign part of his life. His return should be met with enthusiasm. Instead, he could only see uneasiness.

In this world, in this time, this was Red's home, but he felt like a stranger in his own town. Greninja could see it in his face.

To meet with his mother in the flesh, after how many years away? He understood Red's apprehensiveness. Accepted it, even, but as his partner and friend, he knew that his trainer was resilient. Greninja gently bumped his trainer's shoulder, breaking the man's tension in an instant. His trainer cracked a smile before nodding in thanks. He returned it. They were a team.

Red walked up to the entrance and he trailed behind him. His trainer stared at the door for a moment before releasing a breath and gently knocking on the wood.

"Coming!"

Greninja's eyes widened at the voice before the door swung open. Delia Ketchum was older and despite the weary expression on her face, it shined with familiar youth and compassion. The light in her eyes seemed to spark to life at the sight of them.

"Hey, mom."

She sucked in a deep breath.

He offered a nervous smile.

Disbelief. Joy. Excitement. Her expression shifted into several emotions as the two stared at one another. Red watched his mother, worry seeping into his face when tears began leaking out of her eyes.

With shaky fingers, she grasped his face as if to confirm his existence.

"M-Mom?"

Thump!

"Umpf—"

She tackled him, holding him in a desperate embrace. Her lithe form shook. Red soothed her, his warmth a constant reminder that this wasn't a dream. No words were said. None were needed. When Red took his first step on his journey in this world, she must have known what he needed to do. She knew the dangers her son would be exposed to and she allowed it, but what mother would not worry for her son?

Greninja was safe in the knowledge that if Red needed him, he would be by his side to fight alongside him, but his mother didn't have the same comforts. It was the calls throughout the years that reassured her. As he watched them separate from their embrace, Greninja understood that now.

"Please, come in." She ushered them inside. Red's mother smiled at the water starter after closing the door. "It is nice to meet you, Greninja." He nodded and the smell of lunch flooded his senses the moment he observed the interior. It was a quaint, homely two-story building. She sighed. "If I knew you were coming, I would have prepared more food."

"I am sorry for intruding."

"A—Red, I don't want you thinking that you could ever intrude in your own house," she crossed her arms. "You're my son. I can make more."

"Let me help."

"No," she rejected the idea right off the bat, "You've come all this way and I would be a bad mother if I didn't prepare something for my son after all these years. I am cooking."

"Bu—"

"No buts."

"Mo—"

"Nope!"

"Seriou—"

"Nu-uh!"

Red released a sigh while his mother crossed her arms. Greninja inwardly smiled. He could see glimpses of Red's personality in her. The shinobi liked her already.

"Okay," he relented, "but I'll be cleaning the dishes."

"Red."

"Mom, thank you," he continued, "but what kind of son would I be if I let you do everything? Please, let me help."

The genuineness in his tone broke all her resistance. A mother's heart would falter at a son's plea in time. Greninja inwardly chuckled at the defeated slump of her shoulders. She sighed. "I can tell you're not going to budge on this one."

His trainer laughed, "I got some of that from you."

"Much to my chagrin," she said, "but fine. You can clean, but I'll be helping."

"That is more than fine. Thank you."

While Red's mother left to cook for them, they went upstairs to his trainer's bedroom. Upon his entrance, Greninja noted the spartan look of the abode. Other than some trophies of tournaments won, it was bare of any distinct decorations. It was devoid of dust and well-kept despite his trainer's absence. She must have kept it tidy during his journey.

In this life, in this time, it was his trainer's room, but the color and vibrancy he expected were nowhere to be seen.

XXX

There was something truly unique about a mother's cooking. Greninja took a bite of his puffs as the three ate together. He was content to stay in the back as both caught up. They deserved the time together.

"How has the town been treating you?"

"Wonderful," she smiled before laughing, "though getting used to being called Hanako instead of Delia was an obstacle that took me a while to get used to. You wouldn't imagine the amount of confusion the townsfolk had when I didn't respond whenever my name was called, but the people are nice and Carolina keeps me company whenever she has the time."

"I am glad that the people here are so accommodating."

"It's only those who visit the town sometimes that can be troublesome," she pouted. "People all over the world want to know more about you. I shooed away most of them, but some can be rather insistent." She laughed when Red frowned at her words. "Please don't worry about it. I can handle myself and besides, the Pokemon you send over have made sure that no one bothers me. I am fine, Red. My life here is peaceful. Thank you for worrying."

"I didn't know my Pokemon were doing that," he blinked before chuckling to himself, "I need to thank all of them. They have gone beyond what I have expected them to do."

"You have always had an eye for exceptional Pokemon," she seemed proud of that fact. Greninja couldn't deny it either, "but enough about me. I want to know what you've done recently. I didn't expect you to return for some time."

"Cynthia convinced me."

Greninja tilted his head at the sly smile that blossomed on the woman's face. "Oh, I see. Did she come with you?"

"Yes," he gave her a look when her smile continued to grow, "She's with Carolina in the town's historical research center at the moment."

"Ah yes, she shares Carolina's passion, if I recall. Archaeology."

"She's one of the best in her field."

"High praise," she noted, "I really should thank her for bringing my son back home."

"That is another thing I wanted to talk to you about," Red looked away and Greninja heard the nervous laughter that left his lips. His mother blinked when he took a small sip of his water. "She knows about my predicament."

She dropped her fork. "You told her?"

"I did."

"Do you regret it?"

Red shook his head. "Never."

"Then I do not see the problem," she smiled, "It is clear you trust her enough to know so I will trust in her too."

"I am glad you think so." He took a bite of his stew.

"Does that mean you've said yes to her confession?" Red almost choked on his food. Greninja snickered on his trainer's behalf. Red's mother looked at her son with amusement. "With how long you've taken to answer, I was almost sure that you might have liked the Kalos actress instead."

"How do you know about Cynthia?" The Unova champion's cool was destabilized by his mother's assault. How terrifying! His trainer was dismantled so easily. Was this the power of familial bonds? "Now that I think about it, how do you know about Diantha?"

"Carolina told me all about it," the auburn-haired woman teased, "and come now Red, you didn't think your mom would watch your movie? Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

Red groaned.

XXX

A celebration began in Celestic Town.

For one night, the people were merry and enjoyed the festivities offered to them. It was in honor of a champion's journey, of a boy becoming a man, and of a son returning home.

His Pokemon mixed with the townspeople. Cynthia watched as the warriors who fought alongside their champion were treated with a sort of awe and respect that was borderline worship. These were Pokemon who contended with the Elite Four. They were Pokemon that touched many corners of the world and competed with people who would become or were champions.

He was embraced. His journeys were told and watched by many.

He never realized just how beloved he was.

Stuck in a sea of people, he was dragged around the festival, given whatever offerings and gifts the citizens of Celestic could give him. He was the guest of honor. The only thing holding the people back from giving him more was the limitations of the human body.

"This isn't funny, Cynthia."

"I didn't say anything."

"No, but your face says it all," he sighed before giving a small smile, "They really shouldn't have gone all this way for someone like me."

"Maybe if you returned home more often the celebration wouldn't have gotten this large," she poked a finger on his chest and watched as he struggled to keep all his gifts from falling. She grinned. "They're only doing this because they don't know when you'll come back again."

"Point taken."

"And there is nothing wrong with having fun every now and then." He should know. He taught her that. She released a breath before giving him a grateful hug. "Thank you for bearing with my request. I know going back to Celestic Town was the last thing on your mind."

"I had to return eventually," he said and a gentle warmth spread across his face as he looked up at the night sky. "I got to meet my mom again so I should thank you for giving me the opportunity. It was nice."

"Your mother," she hummed, "does she know too?"

"She does," the light in his eyes dimmed slightly as if recalling a forgotten memory. Before she could comment on it, it vanished in an instant. "She and Pikachu were the only ones with me before I...left."

She briefly wondered what happened to the rest of his Pokemon, but she could make a guess.

"I couldn't imagine what that would feel like," she said. To go back to a time that was both familiar and foreign, cut off from everyone they knew and loved. It sounded painful.

"My mom's one of the strongest people I know," he said before staring at her with a teasing grin, "she wants to meet you again."

"M-Me?" Cynthia blinked. "We've met plenty of times before." She always took time out of her schedule to visit her whenever she returned to Celestic Town. The blonde champion enjoyed her company and would often seek her out before leaving on a new adventure. What did she want?

"She wants to meet my girlfriend," he continued and her heart jumped at his words. It was still an odd feeling to be called that and an even odder feeling to know that he was her boyfriend.

...

Boyfriend. Arceus, what a word. Despite herself, she couldn't stop the warmth that surged in her body when she repeated it to herself. It was new territory for her. It felt right, but at the same time, she felt as if what they had held more weight than words could contain. They had traveled and worked together for so long that calling Red her boyfriend didn't feel enough to describe their newfound relationship.

Though she couldn't claim to know much about romance. Her experience was practically nonexistent. Maybe it was entirely normal!

Still, wasn't it a bit too early to introduce herself to his mother as his significant other?!

"We've known each other for over nine years," Red laughed. Whoops. Did she say that out loud? "And you've both met already. It isn't like you don't know her."

"Yes, but going to meet her as your friend and going to meet her as your girlfriend are two separate things!"

Red's amusement only grew. "She loves you. I don't see the problem."

Her brain knew that too, but her heart did not. She took a deep breath. Calm down. She had a good relationship with his mother. There was nothing to worry about. Right? Right?! "Maybe some other time." She would need to muster up the courage first. "If she wants to, I am completely fine with it."

He gave her a grateful nod and both continued their way to her family's home. She knew her town would keep celebrating his return for hours on end. Their Pokemon were still out there, throughout Celestic, entertaining them. She inwardly thanked them. She knew Red was appreciative and flattered by the festival dedicated to him, but even champions could tire.

"I'm home!" Cynthia opened the door. Silence greeted her. No response. Was no one here? "Hm. They're probably still at the festival." She turned to Red with a smile. "Come in. You can put all your gifts on the table."

There was a soft thud as Red released a relieved sigh when the weight left him. The man took a look around curiously. She realized that he never did visit her old home.

She also realized that they were alone. Together. She quickly crushed the incoming thoughts that pervaded her mind.

"So this is where you lived," Red said with a small smile. While more ornate and well-off compared to the other houses around them, it was still a moderately small abode. She preferred it. It still felt like a home. "It's cozy."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"It certainly has its charms," Red agreed, "I will probably go for something like this in Unova."

She blinked. "You're moving?"

The thought never occurred to her that he would move. He always kept traveling, taking off, and heading to the next adventure. The idea of him getting his own home felt so foreign to her.

"I should," he nodded. "I'm the champion of Unova now. I have responsibilities there." He grinned, "I'll have Caitlin help me look for a good place to stay. Something comfortable and homey, preferably in a place that's peaceful."

"That's nice."

It made sense in her mind. Money wasn't an issue for him. He had achieved his dreams of becoming a champion and unlike her, he took over a region that was far from home. He needed a permanent residence while he reigned as Unova's best.

She completely understood why he was doing this.

It still didn't make her heart ache any less.

She forced a smile. "It's good to see you taking your role as champion seriously."

"You didn't think I would?"

"That's not what I meant," Cynthia playfully nudged him when she noticed his mischievous grin. Really, Red? "I was just surprised. I would've thought you'd continue your journey in another region."

He didn't seem the type to stop. While she knew he had some sort of goal in mind, the journey felt more important to him than the destination.

She was proven right with a nod. "I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. Leon was talking me into visiting Galar."

"I heard they have plenty of strong trainers there."

"Leon said the same thing," he mused. "That is probably my next destination." He looked over to her. "And what about you? Any plans for the newest champion of Sinnoh?"

"You can probably guess."

He smiled at her fondly and she couldn't help but look away at his gaze. "Studying the ruins of an ancient archaeological site, I am sure."

Cynthia pouted, "Am I that easy to read?"

"No," he shook his head. "You can be quite the opposite sometimes."

"I don't buy it."

"I never knew you liked me until you said it to me in the face," he pointed out. His sigh forced a small laugh out of her. "To this day, I sometimes wonder if I am dreaming."

"Idiot," she murmured before gently interlocking her hands with his. "There was no way you didn't pick up the signs."

"I am that dense, Cynthia."

"You just did not want to believe it," she stared into his eyes with a soft smile, "You couldn't accept the fact that I fell in love with you. Even when I confessed, I could tell you were trying to deny it."

Red looked away.

"I did not mind, Red."

"I still feel bad," he said. "I made you wait a year before I could respond to your feelings."

"And I was willing to wait," she squeezed his hands. "It was worth the stress and anxiety." She flicked his forehead and he blinked in surprise. "Just don't do that again."

He laughed, "Of course."

They took to the couch, taking comfort in each other's company. They spoke of their day, filling the warm silence with small talk. She enjoyed these little moments with him. For all the excitement that filled their lives, it was these tender exchanges that made it worth it.

She engrained these small actions into her mind. The way her body shivered when he pulled her closer. The way his breath hitched when she softly leaned into him. She loved every moment of it.

"You know," Cynthia mumbled, her eyes lidded, "my grandma said everyone knew we liked each other."

Red barked a laugh at that. "Really?"

"Mhm," she said before burying her face into Red's neck. "Apparently we were pretty obvious."

"I didn't notice."

"Neither did I," she let out a small hum, "I guess we were both idiots."

She could feel his chest rise as he chuckled. "I guess so."

She fell asleep to the steady beating of his heart. It was a good night.

...

Waking up to her family's teasing almost made it not worth it.

Almost.

XXX

Her granddaughter picked a strange one.

And he was strange, there was no going around it. Red was a particular soul. He was wise beyond his years and he knew far more than he should. Carolina didn't think there was anything wrong with that. She could accept a few oddities.

He was strange, yes, but he was good.

Ha. Yes, that was a good way to describe him.

Many people thought that she would become rather prickly with Cynthia's potential suitors. After all, she was the pride and joy of Celestic Town and indeed, she might have had something to say to anyone that caught her precious granddaughter's attention. Perhaps it was to be expected. She would admit to being protective of her. If she did not approve of someone in her granddaughter's life, she would have no problems sharing her opinion.

Yet she did not. Contrary to what her friends and peers believed, she didn't feel the need to.

She knew that the newly minted champion of Sinnoh could handle herself. She was proud of what a beautiful, talented, and powerful individual Cynthia had become. Carolina had complete faith in everything she decided to do with her life and if her granddaughter needed any help, she would be more than willing to offer it. She was an amazing woman. Carolina kind of expected to scare off a few people who might take an interest in her.

It was all for naught, thankfully. The one who had so easily captured Cynthia's heart wasn't someone she had to worry about.

Oh, she teased Cynthia about it over the years. It was only natural. At first, it was nothing but jest. They were kids enjoying everything the world had to offer. It was innocent and pure. She truly didn't consider their potential relationship seriously in the beginning.

Ha! What a fool she was.

She began to notice the changes in her granddaughter over time.

The way her eyes brightened when she talked about him. The way she smiled despite Carolina's constant teasing. He made her happy. She saw a side of Cynthia she never thought her granddaughter had.

It was adorable.

She was also grateful. Cynthia deserved her happiness.

"There you are," Carolina caught sight of the man of the hour standing in the front yard of Cynthia's family home. Her granddaughter was still inside, trapped in the clutches of her teasing parents and sister. Red escaped most of it, but she quickly followed the Unova champion outside.

After all, this would be one of the few times they get to speak alone, and she wanted to learn more about her potential grandson-in-law.

Red turned to stare at the old woman in surprise. "Profess—" A quick look. "—Grandma."

Heh. Good catch, Red!

"That's more like it," she grinned back. She walked to the man as both watched the rising sun. The ever-present Pikachu was perched atop the man's shoulder. The constant companion offered a small cry at her appearance. She returned it with a small pat on the adorable mouse's head. Cute. "It's rare to see you alone."

With everyone in this village constantly hounding this man for his attention, it was difficult to get him alone. This is without considering her granddaughter who would often seek him out whenever she had the time. He was quite the sought-after man. Ha!

"I just wanted some fresh air before the rest of Celestic Town wakes up," he said, a response that prompted a small chuckle out of her. "What can I do for you?"

"Nothing, nothing," she waved him off. "I just wanted to speak with my future grandson-in-law is all."

Red sighed at her words but nodded, nonetheless. "I suppose this was coming."

"Oh, come now, Red," Carolina laughed. "You have no idea what I was about to say."

"No, but I can make a guess."

"I suppose I am being rather obvious," she admitted, "I want to get to know you better. You are an accomplished man, but outside of your achievements, I realized that I do not know much about you on a personal level."

He relaxed. "That is more than understandable. What would you like to know?"

"As much as possible," she said, "Tell me about your plans. Everyone wants to be the next champion, but no one thinks of what they want to do afterward."

Red hummed in thought. "Continue with my journey. Take care of my responsibilities in Unova. Head to Galar. Experience the people and their culture and learn from it."

Not a surprise.

"Have you ever thought about settling down?"

"Sometimes," he admitted, "but I guess I have a serious case of wanderlust." He gently rubbed Pikachu's head. "Perhaps one day, I'll settle down, but I don't think it would be anytime soon."

"And if Cynthia would want to settle down," she continued, "with you?"

He tensed before releasing a small laugh, "That isn't going to happen for some time."

"I know," she nodded. They were still young and while both were very mature for their age, this was a new chapter of their life and it would be wise to take it slow. She agreed with him. "Nonetheless, humor me."

"I have things I need to do," he said. "I won't stop until I accomplish it."

The sureness of his voice and the firmness in his tone made her believe it.

"Even for her?"

There was a small pause. He hesitated. It was slight, but she was keen enough to notice it. He looked away. "Even if it's for her."

Pikachu didn't seem to approve of his trainer's words. She didn't like it either, but she knew Red wouldn't have made his choice lightly. He always seemed like someone who had a bigger goal in mind. A shame. She patted him on the back. "Then I hope that you finish what you need to do before then."

He nodded. "Thank you."

"If you break Cynthia's heart, however..."

"Do whatever you want to me," he acquiesced with some amusement, "though I have a feeling that it wouldn't be necessary."

"Oh?" She tilted her head. "And why is that?"

"Because Cynthia would have found me first."

Ha!

"You're right about that, grandson-in-law."

"Cynthia and I aren't married."

"No," she accepted with ease before grinning from ear to ear, "but when I called you my future grandson-in-law, you didn't deny it, did you?" She laughed at his stunned silence. "Were you considering marrying my granddaughter, Red?"

"You must have frustrated Cynthia to no end."

She cackled harder. Pikachu joined in, much to Red's chagrin.

"Red! Grandma!" Speaking of the woman, her granddaughter poked her head out of the house. "Breakfast's ready." She stopped and stared at the duo. "What were you two up to?"

"Oh just getting to know my future grandson-in-law!"

"I am so sorry for her, Red."

"It's not your fault."

Cynthia's exasperated sigh and Red's embarrassed face were just too cute.

XXX

"Thank you for handling things while I was away."

"There is no need to thank me," Caitlin smiled, "You wanted to return home and I was happy to accommodate."

Her champion and king offered a heartfelt nod through the PC. He looked better. Some time back home did him good. "Nonetheless, I appreciate everything you've done."

"Will you be returning to Unova, my lord?"

"Yes. I have a few things to do there." Red's brow twitched at the title she granted him. "How are things?"

"The region has not fallen while you're away," she giggled and her king sighed at her words. "They are used to wayward champions."

"I noticed," he said, "I will still perform my responsibilities as champion, however." Caitlin nodded. Red wanted to do good for this region. She respected that. "Did the others accept my offer?"

"Shauntal, Grimsley, and Marshal have all accepted your proposal."

"That's good," he said, chuckling, "I am sure that all of you would perform admirably at it."

"I will do my best to not disappoint."

"You do not need to prove anything to me." The confidence in his voice made her straighten. "I know you will do just fine."

"R-right. Thank you," she flushed red. His king and teacher had too much faith in her. He always did see the best in people. It was something she admired, but it sometimes frustrated her to no end. So much pressure! "I am only doing what is expected of me."

"And what of Team Plasma?" She was grateful for the change of subject. Her heart couldn't take it with the compliments!

She took a deep breath before considering her words. "They haven't done anything so far."

Well, nothing that her champion should be worried about.

"That's good," Red said before raising a brow, "but judging from your expression you have more to say on the matter."

Urk!

"Well," she frowned. She couldn't hide much from him. He was too perceptive for his own good sometimes. "I suppose you wouldn't consider this a big deal and I was going to deal with it myself, but I guess you should know. They have taken to slandering your good name."

"Oh?"

"They do not seem to take kindly to your most recent title."

Red looked surprised before tilting his head. "Which one?"

Right. He had gained quite a variety of them. "People have been calling you the King of Unova."

"I am no king."

"It is a natural progression from your time as the Prince of Celestic," she defended. She thought it was fitting, though she knew her champion disagreed. Perhaps it was a tad immature to protect Red's honor from, well, Red, but she wouldn't allow anyone to slight him, even himself. "Nonetheless, they seem to have taken offense to it."

"I fear that there is nothing I can do about that," he sounded amused by it. "People can call me whatever they want."

She frowned at his disregard. "They are spreading lies."

A fake champion. Just another brute. A battle-hungry fool. Team Plasma had taken to call him many things and it irritated her to no end. Fake champion? His battle was very much real and among everyone she knew, he cared. His love for all Pokemon was apparent to anyone who met him. It was slanderous to say otherwise.

Utterly repulsive. Her idol didn't deserve the slander and she was ready to go out of her way to take care of it. He didn't need to know what Team Plasma had been trying to do. It was beneath him.

Crack.

He noted the way her psychic powers heightened. "I do not care what Team Plasma thinks of me."

"Well, I do." Caitlin spat. "They seek to tarnish your reputation."

"Let them," he said. She frowned. "It will not last forever and actions speak louder than words. What I do and have done will outweigh words from a questionable organization."

"Still..."

"I know they are a problem, Caitlin. I am not underestimating them. Far from it." Red didn't seem too worried and his calm confidence gave her the strength to relax. "I will deal with Team Plasma once I am given the opportunity. I know they are a threat that I will eventually have to deal with."

The psychic's wrath simmered into a contemplative one. "That's a rather ambitious goal."

Team Plasma had rooted their hold in Unova with a firm grasp. Despite their crimes, their beliefs and ideologies touched many. They were no longer just a physical threat to the region, but a spiritual one. Breaking Team Plasma would not destroy the ideals they spouted, especially if there was some truth to them.

It was harder to change the minds and hearts of people who truly believed their cause was righteous. It was impossible to stamp it out completely.

Red agreed.

"I cannot get rid of them," he said, "but I do not need to."

"You have a plan."

Red nodded, "I do."

"Then I will follow," Caitlin said before offering a teasing smile, "though I hope your plan extends to more than just reacting to any crimes that Team Plasma commits as Alder did."

"Alder was a beacon of authority that Team Plasma couldn't ignore," Red said with a chuckle. "As long as he stayed in his region, the people knew in their hearts that they were safe from the full brunt of Team Plasma's actions. He was a symbol and that was enough for his time. It worked well and it would have continued to work for several more years if he stayed champion."

She hummed in understanding. "But now you are champion."

He proved his mettle in the League, but the people didn't know how he would fare afterward. He could act like Alder did; show off his power and skill to the point that Team Plasma would not try anything big in front of him lest they risk failure, but something told her that he would not be satisfied with such a result.

"It is impossible to get rid of them," he said, "but I am not getting rid of them. I will talk to them."

"Alder has tried that before," she frowned. "Ghetsis is not willing nor is he going to change his views about us anytime soon."

"That is true," he nodded. "Ghetsis is irredeemable, but he is not who I want to speak to."

"Colress?" she asked. He shook his head. She hummed. "Then who?"

"I cannot change the minds of those who are already set in their ways," he said, "but I might be able to plant the seeds of change in a newer generation."

A newer generation? She considered her king's words. In the long run, such an action would be able to bear fruit. It wasn't something that would show an immediate impact, but Unova's newest champion was looking towards the future. If done correctly, she knew that change would follow.

"That might work," Caitlin admitted, "though I am curious about how this will be done."

"Through patience and understanding," Red mused. "Unova wasn't built in a day."

She opened her mouth to ask for more before pausing when she looked at the man's face. Normally, the vagueness of his words would cause some concern for the psychic. When it came to Team Plasma, she refused to take such a dangerous group lightly.

Yet the confidence in his face and the assuredness of his tone spoke otherwise. He truly believed he could do it.

She closed her mouth before an intrigued smile grew on her face. Truly her king was an odd one! She wouldn't have believed those words if it came from anyone else. If he believed it then she would too.

"I am looking forward to seeing it, my lord."

"It's Red, Caitlin."

"It is getting harder for me to agree with such words when you truly act as befitting your title," Caitlin shook her head. "You are someone worth following. Whatever you need me to do for your plan, I will obey. Do not hesitate to ask."

"Thank you."

"You're most welcome."

"I would still like you to call me Red though."

"Tch."

There were some things even she couldn't follow.

XXX

He first met him out of curiosity.

People talked. Word spread fast in Sinnoh that the champion of Unova was residing within Celestic Town. It would only be a matter of days before visitors began making their way just to take a look at Red and his Pokemon.

It might be surprising to some, but Red's fame wasn't undeserved. He, alongside the other champions, inspired the next generation of trainers. It wasn't shocking to believe that people would take their time to see them, especially since the conferences for many had recently ended.

Paul was no exception.

Celestic Town's Prince. The King of Unova. Red Satoshi. He was called many things. Just like other aspiring trainers, he wouldn't deny that Unova's newest champion was an inspiration to his career. His battles were widely watched and his fame touched many corners of the world.

Paul was drawn more by Cynthia's accomplishments. She is, after all, his region's champion. However, Cynthia's closest friend was never too far behind.

Or was it boyfriend now?

He kind of expected that.

When he heard the news that he was spotted in Sinnoh, Paul figured that now would be the best time to meet him. It would be a learning experience. He wanted to get stronger and who better to understand strength than the man who bested Alder? The fact Cynthia was also in the same town made his decision more worthwhile.

He had taken to merely observing him. He wanted to know the champion's habits. How did he train? What did he feed his Pokemon? Where did he go to get stronger? Why did he do the things he did? Paul wanted to know.

However, as he watched Red entertain the numerous visitors who sought him out, he began to grow confused. He was polite to his fans. That wasn't a surprise. What was a surprise was how peaceful he was.

This was the same man who tore through league after league, slowly bettering himself until he finally reached the top. Outside of his trip to Alola, he was relentless in his pursuit of the title of the best. Paul assumed that such a powerful man would be something more.

Was his initial assessment of the man wrong? His reputation made him seem larger than life, but his actual presence felt more down to earth. It was odd. For someone who supposedly enjoyed the thrill of battle, the tranquility was off-putting.

"May I help you?"

Paul broke out of his concentration at a voice he had only heard through television. He looked up to see the champion of Unova stare at him with surprising concern.

"No." He shook his head. "I was just deep in thought."

Red's concern melted into amusement. "Oh?" The man stared back at all of the children hanging around all of the champion's Pokemon. Paul found it too immature. Playing around with such accomplished veterans felt too wasteful. It was better to observe them. "Not interested in hanging around with the other kids?"

He scoffed. "They're not worth my time."

"Too good for them?"

"Something like that," he said. He knew none of them were good enough to even consider taking an interest in. Besides, he was here for two of the strongest trainers in the world. Nothing else. He offered his hand. "I am Paul."

He took the hand and shook it firmly. "Red."

"I know," he said. "Everyone knows who you are."

"Not everyone."

He snorted at that. Yeah, sure. "Right."

Red's amusement grew at his disbelief. "What brings you here, Paul?"

"Take a guess."

He paused and considered it. "Cynthia?"

Well, technically true. Cynthia was Sinnoh's champion and he wouldn't deny wanting to test his mettle against her. He found Red first, however, and admittedly, finding the Unova champion in Sinnoh was probably the rarer sight. He'd take this opportunity while it was still here.

"I wanted to meet you," Paul said. The man seemed surprised at that. "I want a battle."

"With me?" Red raised a brow only to chuckle at his nod. "Is there any reason?"

"I want to see how I stack up," he kept eye contact with the man. "You're one of the best. Who wouldn't want to see how they compare against the best?"

"Kids these days are getting bolder," Red mused. Paul shrugged. He knew the chance of a champion accepting was low. After all, for most people, they would have to go through an entire league just to have a chance of even facing one. Still, there was no downside in asking.

He expected rejection.

He got something else entirely.

"Would a full six-on-six battle work for you then?"

Paul's eyes widened before staring at him with disbelief. "Huh?"

He was caught completely by surprise by the offer. Red seemed to notice that since the champion cracked a smile. "Is that a no?"

"Yes. No-I mean, yes, uh, I want a full six-on-six battle." Paul took a while to stabilize himself. Red's casual acceptance of his request threw him for a loop and he needed some time to just accept that yes, he was going to fight a champion.

"Perfect," Red tilted his head towards an empty field of grass nearby. "Follow me. Professor Carolina would kill me if we did it here. I know a better place."

Paul nodded.

He couldn't believe that worked.

XXX

"How long have you been a trainer?"

"Only a year," Paul looked at the man across from him. Before him, was one of the greatest trainers of his generation. The pinnacle of what a Pokemon trainer should be. "I finished my first conference recently."

"You must have done well for yourself," Red said, taking out a lone, singular pokeball, "In your first year, you managed to obtain all eight gym badges and compete with the best of the best."

Hm. It was satisfactory. It was unfortunate that he didn't get to win it all, but it would be idiotic to think that someone in their first year could manage something like that. If Cynthia and Red couldn't do it, the probability that he could was low.

If only, though.

"It went fine." A large crowd began to form around them. One of Celestic Town's two champions was going to battle. It was no surprise that people would want to watch. He ignored them. Focusing too much on such things would distract him from someone deserving of his full attention. "I could always be better."

Better. Stronger. Faster. He explored every known strategy. He gleaned lessons from his brother's errors. He examined the practices and tactics of his predecessors. What he grasped, he honed to perfection.

He learned from watching them. Cynthia, Lance, Steven—no one was spared.

Which was why Red confused him.

Pikachu wasn't what one would expect from a champion's ace and while he had a myriad of powerful Pokemon, the man also had some questionable choices. Evolution was the gateway to power. Everyone knew this. It was a tool to further the strength of both the trainer and Pokemon.

Red should be exploiting this. He was not.

Every Pokemon was different and while tactics and strategies were a vital aspect when it came to combat, the individual Pokemon was just as significant. To capture the greatest of their species, to breed the best of their kind, and to force out their peak was the responsibility of the trainer.

Strength was earned, but it could also be optimized.

So why didn't Red?

He was missing something.

"Boldore."

Paul broke out of his thoughts when Red called out his first Pokemon. He tensed before narrowing his eyes at the rock-type.

"Really?"

"Is there a problem?"

Yes. He was underestimating him, belittling him. Out of the numerous Pokemon Red used, he picked Boldore? Where were Greninja and Garchomp? Paul clicked his tongue at that. He knew he shouldn't be angry. He was only a year into his journey while Red was an experienced veteran, but it still hurt his pride to see something so pathetic be the first Pokemon sent out against him. "No," he bit out. "Just surprising."

"Any Pokemon could fight, regardless of their evolutionary stage, Paul."

Maybe. Pikachu was proof of that.

But he was the exception, not the norm. He couldn't accept it. It broke every rule he knew about true strength. Why was he holding back the potential of his Pokemon? It made no sense. He would make Red send out one of his stronger Pokemon. By force, if necessary. He grabbed a pokeball.

And he knew just who could help him with that.

"Stand by for battle, Torterra."

The earth shook at the Pokemon's descent. The crowd looked at the ferocious beast with awe and delight. It looked more menacing than the smaller Boldore and it certainly looked more powerful too.

Red perked up at the sight of the Pokemon. "Torterra, huh?"

Paul ignored the champion's words and focused solely on the fight ahead of him. He held every advantage. "I'm finishing this. Frenzy Plan-"

"Stone Edge."

It was instantaneous.

Smack!

Thud.

Torterra fell.

The whirlwind of rock and stone stabbed into the earth with unnatural force as what was left from the swift yet debilitating onslaught slammed into the ground near him. He flinched. He didn't even see it, it was that fast.

What.

What.

"Surprised?" Red read the silence.

"Tch." He ignored the question and retrieved his fallen starter. A sigh left his lips before pocketing the pokeball away. "What an abysmal performance."

Torterra was his best Pokemon and he lost just like that. How absurd.

"Harsh words."

"Nothing but the truth." His Torterra had a pathetic showing. There was no denying it. He could only accept that fact before moving on.

"I see," Red said. "Bring out your next Pokemon."

It all went downhill from there.

XXX

The second to fall was Gastrodon.

Like a mountainous juggernaut, the unbending, unrelenting assault struck fear into the heart of his water-type. Muddy Water flooded the battlefield in a desperate attempt to push away the avenging terror. Heavy stone stood firm against torrential pressure. Paul watched the Boldore as he thought of dozens of strategies to break his defenses.

He froze the water around the rock with Ice Beam, creating a prison of frost. A bombardment of Muddy Water and Water Pulse slammed into him from all directions. Merciless. He could not hold his punches against him. He would lose if he di—

He blinked.

Boldore was nowhere to be found.

Panic surged through Paul's body as his eyes began scouring the field for any sign of the Pokemon. The Pokemon's kind was slow. It couldn't have gone far. There was no way it could have moved that fast.

Smack.

But then again, he bet his Torterra thought the same.

The moving water stopped and Paul winced when Gastrodon was thrown into the air only to receive a Stone Edge from all directions. His Pokemon fell to the ground with a loud thud.

It was another instant victory. He couldn't believe it.

Absolutely pathetic.

Frustration and spite welled up inside him as he retrieved his Pokemon. The glare at his pokeball was piercing. "You could have done so much better."

Red watched the scene with a hum. "You're frustrated."

"Naturally," the boy took out another pokeball.

"You shouldn't take your frustrations out on your Pokemon."

"My Pokemon know what they signed up for."

"Of course."

XXX

The third to fall was Froslass.

Grass failed to conquer rock. Ground failed to sunder the earth. Water failed to erode stone. He would rely on frigid winters and ghostly terrors.

Glittering ice and a chilling wind billowed across the battlefield. Hail slammed down on Boldore. It was harsh. He trained her for that, to ensure his opponents would be as disadvantaged as possible. Her Snow Cloak protected her, blending her into the freezing called like a roaming specter. The mist was her domain.

She was the queen and she ordered Boldore's execution.

Ice Beams and Ice Shards struck down like an executioner's blade. There would be no mercy. He had already lost two of his Pokemon to this stupid Boldore. He could not lose another. He could not afford to.

"Ice Beam, again, Froslass. Don't fail."

The frigid onslaught built up a layer of frost over the lone rock. It unnerved him that the thing barely reacted to being encased in ice. He could only hope that it was because he couldn't react to Froslass's ghastly movements.

It was a desperate hope.

Crack.

His eyes widened and his body tensed when the frozen Boldore's cold entrapment fractured. His mouth opened to bark another order.

The small crevice turned into a massive fissure.

FWOOSH.

"Rock Tomb."

With deceptive precision, a thrown boulder caught its target. The stunned Froslass had no time to hide in the hail as rock and stone shattered through ice and shadows.

Froslass cried out in pain as she was buried. He winced when her cries became muffled under the immense weight. Her muffles muted into deathly silence after one more bolder slammed down, the judging gravel shattering the makeshift mountain of earth with one smooth motion. It became her grave.

Boldore lifted Froslass with one of his limbs before throwing her in front of Paul.

The damage had been done.

Severely.

"She's in pain."

The attack was super-effective. Furthermore, the attack came from a champion's Pokemon.

"I know."

Red looked at him. "What will you do about it?"

He clicked his tongue before returning her to his pokeball. That was pathetic.

Was he the one at fault here? No, he had to keep fighting. He could break Boldore. He could win at least one match. He knew he could. If he could at least beat one of the champion's Pokemon, that would prove that his methods worked. He took a deep breath before taking out another pokeball.

Red sighed.

XXX

It was like sending his Pokemon into a slaughter.

Drapion was the next to fall.

Night Slash rammed into the champion's Pokemon. Boldore didn't budge. It was like fighting a wall. He flinched every time Boldore moved. He winced whenever Boldore allowed his Pokemon to hit him.

Yes. This Pokemon was letting him attack. He was letting Paul strike him. It only emphasized the gap of strength between him and a champion. Any hope of victory was stolen by him.

Complete and utter dominance.

They controlled the tempo of this entire battle.

Was this a hopeless endeavor?

No. He couldn't accept that. He wouldn't allow it. Drapion grabbed Boldore with his arms before slamming the rock-type down, a Poison Fang descending to meet the steady guardian below. Boldore methodically deflected the incoming strike before a Headbutt sent the poison-type flying. One last desperate Pin Missile bombarded the monster in front of him. It did nothing.

Drapion growled as he shook his head. Once he stabilized himself, Drapion could only look up as a boulder rammed into him from above. Paul flinched as a sickening crunch echoed across the battlefield. Drapion roared, in pain or defiance, he did not know. It didn't matter. Another boulder appeared and descended onto one of Drapion's limbs.

Then another fell. Then another. Before long Drapion was buried in his own makeshift tombstone.

He took out his pokeball. "Drapi—"

He recoiled when Boldore broke through the rubble with a nauseating Heavy Slam.

"Drapion!"

"He's not down just yet."

Paul froze at Red's tone. He turned to see Drapion getting up. It was a struggle. He knew more than anyone about his Pokemon's condition. He was in pain, more pain than he had ever experienced.

His heart thundered in his chest when Drapion stabilized himself. He survived that?! He didn't know if he should be pleased or horrified at the thought.

No.

He should be pleased. Yes, he had to. His Pokemon actually survived an attack from a champion's Pokemon. He should be thrilled.

But why wasn't he?

"Focus on the battle." Pained cries reverberated through the battle and he took a deep breath as his Pokemon was relentlessly struck with sharpened rocks. A fleshy, sickening smack sent Drapion flying once more and dread filled his gut when Drapion tried to get up.

"Stay down, Drapion!"

Drapion growled. This wasn't good. What would have normally pleased him became an insurmountable sense of trepidation.

"He doesn't want to," Red fixed his gaze on the poison-type. "He was trained to win. It didn't matter how much of a beating he took as long as he won."

"It's not like that."

"Right. Sorry," Red blinked before shaking his head. "They knew what they signed up for, after all."

Thud.

Crunch.

Thud.

Crunch.

Thud.

Crunch.

More boulders fell on top of Drapion. Torturous wails filled the field. Drapion was still fighting. For him.

Sickening.

Repulsive.

Paul growled and took out his pokeball. He had enough. Stop. Please. "I get it!" He retrieved Drapion. He couldn't accept that. "There's no point in this fight. I give up."

Drapion would be the last to fall.

He couldn't allow any more of his Pokemon to be hurt. Not like this.

The crowd didn't seem too pleased about the result, but one quick wave of Red's hand had his Boldore run off to distract the gathering of people. He appreciated it. The less attention given to him, the better.

He clenched his fist.

Arceus, what a pathetic showing.

A shadow loomed over him. He looked up to see Red offering a friendly smile.

Despite their distance, he couldn't help but see the ginormous gap between them. He had fought veterans before. He had never fought a champion. There was a big difference. He had a long way to go. Red made that quite clear.

Red knelt down. "You fought well."

"Don't patronize me."

"Not many could do what you did. Be proud of that." Red was firm. "You have skill, talent, and power. You have a promising future ahead. Don't squander it."

It didn't look that way. He clicked his tongue. The champion watched him before sighing and patting the child's shoulder.

"But you also have a lot to learn," Red offered a small smile. "Go to the Pokemon Center. Take care of your Pokemon. They fought hard and they fought well. They deserve the rest."

They did. He stared at his pokeballs.

"Yeah, you're right."

They fought for him. Despite his selfishness. Despite the odds. They took on this challenge. It was their decision. They trusted him.

And he abused it.

Was this the path to greater strength? He wasn't quite sure anymore.

XXX

"Did you have to go that hard on the kid?"

"Boldore knew what he was doing," Red said before turning his attention to her. "Every attack was calculated. None of it was fatal."

He knew the power he carried with him. Facing a far younger and more inexperienced trainer with any of his Pokemon could lead to a far deadlier conclusion. The crowd was surprised by Red's brutality. Cynthia was surprised by his precision. To the untrained eye, his attacks were devastating. To her, he was careful. She didn't need to intervene.

As expected of her rival.

"A prickly one, isn't he?"

"He has a good head on his shoulders," he lightly defended. It was a paper-thin defense, however. She didn't think even he could justify the things the boy said to his Pokemon. "He is young. Kids are allowed to make mistakes."

"The way he treats his Pokemon..."

"Are not right." Red nodded. "I can never excuse that, but deep-rooted ideologies like his are hard to change in a single battle." He looked back to where the boy ran off. "But he is a good kid."

"You knew him." In another life, in another time.

"He was one of the finest rivals I've ever had." He smiled. "He pushed me to my utmost and forced me to learn things I never would have otherwise."

She blinked in surprise at that. Red noticed before chuckling to himself.

"We didn't get along at first," Red said. "We were completely different, but it was those differences that made us better. It made us who we are."

She thought of Ash. That innocent, little boy was a bundle of energy. She could tell he had a good heart and while he was a tad reckless, it held nothing but good intentions. He cared for his Pokemon and had talent to spare. Getting eight gym badges and doing well in the league proved that. Knowing who he could become in the future solidified it.

He was the complete opposite of Paul. Heh.

"I could imagine."

"He fought you too, you know."

Really? She gave him a look, one which he confidently met. There were no lies in his words. "Did I lose?"

"Quite the opposite," Red mused, "It went similarly to this one. I had a sense of deja vu when I first saw him ask for a battle. I guess I'll never get tired of seeing familiar faces."

"You've met quite a cast in your lifetime," she smiled. "Still a shame about his attitude though."

"It could be better, but he does care," Red seemed completely sure of it. "He wouldn't be heading straight to the Pokemon Center otherwise."

She paused. Now that she thought about it, the direction the boy was running to was close to the nearest Pokemon Center.

Heh.

She smiled. Of course. "You couldn't help yourself."

"It's never wrong to help others." His kindness was something she couldn't help but admire. Even if it took a harsher hand to administer it this time. "Even if it's something small, it could make an impact."

Her heart.

Is it possible to fall in love again?

XXX

Good things must come to an end and work must continue.

The remaining days had passed. Cynthia smiled as Red was offering his farewells to her family. She knew he wasn't used to the heavy hospitality, but the man still wanted to give thanks for their warm welcome. They were ready to depart. Their growing responsibilities couldn't wait for them forever and they both had another brand new chapter of their life to look forward to.

It was unfamiliar territory, but they were used to that. They were now champions. They were now together. It would be foolish of her to think things would be the same.

She was excited for it nonetheless!

"You're looking quite happy."

"I guess you could say that," she said before her mind froze at the familiar voice. Red's mother walked up to her with an amused smile. She tensed up. Oh, Arceus. "Mrs. Satoshi!"

"Oh, please, no need for the formalities." She looked at the shocked blonde trainer with a reprimanding look. "We've known each other long enough that I consider you a close friend." She leaned in to whisper to her ears. "In fact, you can call me Delia. In private, of course. I know that Red told you about his secret."

She froze when she offered a playful wink.

"Thank you."

"Still tense?" Mrs. Satoshi looked disappointed. "You know, you have nothing to worry about. I approve of you being with my son. He is far happier when with you."

Heh. She looked towards Red for some help. Her boyfriend gave her a silent apology before looking towards her own family. Right. He had her relatives to worry about. How unfortunate.

She took a deep breath. She approved of them. She liked her. Everything was okay!

Haha...

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," she released a breath. "Just nervous. I was kind of expecting this."

Just not this soon.

"Oh?" Mrs. Satoshi gave her a teasing smile. "I am not here to test you, Cynthia. I just wanted to wish you safe travels and to thank you for bringing my son back home."

"Really?" Cynthia blinked in surprise and when the woman nodded, offered a small smile in return. "It was no problem, Mrs. Satoshi."

Red's mother didn't look pleased with the formalities but ignored it for now. "I hope you continue to be with him. He...has been through a lot. I am sure you could tell."

"I did." Her tension melted into concern. "He's mentioned it in passing, but he's never told it in detail."

She knew of his circumstances. She knew what he was, but he didn't divulge much about what occurred. The past, or the future, in this case, was still a mystery. She picked up a few things from her observations, however, and it did not paint a pretty picture.

"He hasn't told you everything then," Mrs. Satoshi sighed. "I can't say I approve, but it is his story to tell. Not mine. When he is ready, I am sure he will share it." She smiled. "It is good though that he found someone he could trust enough to open up about his predicament. I was honestly getting a bit worried there."

"He doesn't like remembering it." She noticed how quickly he would recall something of his past before banishing it into the deepest parts of his mind. He had gotten used to it to the point of being instinctive. Cynthia didn't think that was healthy. She frowned. "I guess that's why it's hard to read him sometimes. It is natural for him."

"He wasn't always like this."

A vision of Ash Ketchum appeared in her mind's eye. Carefree, compassionate, and boisterous. There was an innocence there that Red had lost.

"I know," she said. "He is very mature for his age." Even back then too. When they were just kids exploring the world, she noticed it immediately. She thought nothing of it at the time, but Cynthia's heart ached as she put the pieces together.

"Some might say he grew up too fast."

"Some," Cynthia agreed, "but he is still a great man despite it all. Otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen in love with him."

"Ha, I guess you're right."

"I'll take care of him," she promised. She gave a small grin. "I would have done it anyway. You didn't have to ask."

"Thank you." Red's mother relaxed with her words. "Well, I shouldn't keep you and Red waiting. Good luck with your journey."

She briefly hugged her before doing the same with her own family. She ran off to meet with Red who was waiting for her by the entrance. He smiled at her. Cynthia returned it before giving Pikachu a gentle scratch on the cheeks. The mouse released a pleased cry, much to his amusement. "Ready to go?"

"I am."

"I saw you speak with my mom," Red teased. "Sorry that I couldn't be there to help you. I was occupied with yours."

"It's fine," Cynthia laughed. Speaking with her alone was an enlightening experience altogether. She was glad it happened. It gave her a new perspective. They took their first steps away from their hometown and were quick to ease into casual conversation. Her eyes were fixed on his face as they spoke.

It was calm. Peaceful. It was hard to imagine that beneath that tranquility there was a past that she could barely comprehend. He hid it well.

He shouldn't have to. She wanted to share his burdens. He didn't have to isolate himself in his mind, with only his mom and Pikachu to comfort him. He deserved far more than that. She wanted to let him know that she was there for him.

"Hey, Red." She took his hand and interlocked it with hers.

"Hm?"

"I love you."

Red blinked in surprise at that before staring at her inquisitively. "Where'd that come from?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I just wanted to say it."

He was silent before cracking a small smile. "Hey, Cynthia."

"Yes?"

She felt warm lips on hers and her heart skipped a beat. She froze, mind blank.

"W-What was that for?!"

"I don't know," Red laughed. Pikachu looked at his trainer in complete shock. "I guess I just wanted to do it."

Idiot.

...

XXX

"Thank you, Caitlin."

"It is no problem," she smiled, handing him the keys to his new house. The rhythmic waves of Undella Town soothed the soul and the warm sun tickled his skin with pleasant sensations. Red stared at his new home.

It was nice enough and he knew Caitlin would only recommend him the best. It was a good thing he emphasized a smaller abode or the psychic would have found him a manor to reside in. He was flattered that she thought he needed it, but he wasn't going to use this place often.

Like a siren song, Galar called for him. It was a region he had never been before.

"I know that look."

Red turned to her, smiling. "Yeah?"

Caitlin sighed. "You're off to another adventure again."

He couldn't help it. "It's become a habit."

"I am not surprised."

He laughed before glancing at his closest friend. "Why don't we take a look at our new house, Pikachu?"

"Cha!"

When he opened his home for the first time, he took note of the furnishing. He wasn't someone who appreciated art and decor. He had lived in places that couldn't afford it. Surviving in harsher conditions had made him ignorant of their intricacies. Regardless, he could appreciate the effort Caitlin made to make his home exactly as he specified.

It was a home. His home. He needed to get used to that.

However...

"Cynthia, why are you here?"

The blonde woman smiled before giving a small wave. He narrowed his eyes when he noticed Caitlin's growing smile. Did they plan this? Scratch that. They definitely did.

"Surprise?"

Despite himself, he couldn't help but laugh.

Surprise, indeed.

Chapter 11: Chapter 10

Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

Red was called many things.

They called him powerful. They called him awe-inspiring. They called him a generational talent. The successor of Alder was someone who had an impressive amount of accolades. As the chairman of Galar's Pokemon League and the World Coronation Series, he was used to hearing of exemplary trainers. Red was one among many. There was no doubt in his mind that the coming generation would be one of the best the League had ever seen.

Many up-and-coming gems were popping up in Galar alone. Raihan and Leon were some of their best, two world-class trainers who were beyond even the average champion. It was a point of pride within their region. In any other generation, Raihan would have made a fine champion. Meanwhile, Leon had proven himself by being at the top of the entire League. He had no equal.

That being said, he wasn't omniscient. He was sure there were trainers out there that might give his star pupil a run for his money. Leon had already faced a few. He came out on top, of course, but he learned to never underestimate the talent of other regions.

"Congratulations on your champion's coronation, Rose," Rob raised his glass. He was hosting a party to celebrate Leon's ascension to monarch. He was surrounded by several officials of the Pokemon League. "I've heard many great things about him, right John?"

"Oh the absolute best, Rob!"

"It was a shame that we couldn't commentate for the newest monarch," he said, "We were busy with Red's showing at Unova's League, but I am sure that it was just as spectacular, perhaps even more so."

Rose chuckled, "You have missed out on an iconic battle, John. The fight between Leon and Raihan will be studied for generations, I am sure."

"Such high confidence, but I will take your word for it. I will watch it in my own time," he said. "Regardless, I do not have any regrets in watching Red's performance. He is a sight to behold."

"I couldn't agree more, Rob," John laughed. "He may not look it, but his fights are always astounding."

"Nicely said, John."

Rose watched the two commentators with amusement. At this point, those two were old-timers when it came to the League's competitive scene. They had watched and commentated on hundreds of battles. For them to speak highly of the man told him much about their opinions on this 'Red'.

The old man beside him chuckled. Charles Goodshow nodded. "I do not doubt that he will excel in his role as champion. Alder has high hopes for him."

Is that so? Rose hummed. "It seems this man is someone I must take note of." If even Mr. Goodshow was saying good things about him, he must be someone of exceptional quality. He'd have to keep an eye out for that.

Rob blinked. "Have you never heard of Red, Chairman Rose?"

"I can't say I have."

"Golly!"

"I am just as surprised as you, Rob!"

"Quite so, John!"

"He is one to watch out for!"

"Perhaps the best that there ever was!"

"Or ever will be!"

Those two have a favorite. That was clear to see. Rose took a sip of his drink before fixing his gaze at Charles Goodshow who was watching the duo with amusement. The old man looked at Rose. "They are exaggerating, but there is some truth to their words."

Rose hummed. "It is fascinating. A lot of new champions have been popping up lately. The old guard is slowly being replaced."

"A new era of the Pokemon League is upon us," Charles said.

"And Leon will be the one to lead it."

"I sense some bias in that statement," Charles noted, amused. Rose smiled disarmingly, "but he did win the World Coronation and is the youngest champion in Pokemon League history. He may very well be the next face of the League."

"I know he will."

Charles nodded. "Perhaps."

"You have some doubts about that."

"As you said, this is a new era," Charles said, "I will wait and see. Leon must prove himself first. I do not know him as well as you do."

That was fair. There was a reason Charles Goodshow was the head of the entire League. His wisdom and patience were second to none. Still, there was more to Mr. Goodshow's statement. He gave the old man a sly look. "Something tells me you have a favorite as well, Mr. Goodshow."

"I think Cynthia will go far," he said. Rose heard of her in passing. Perhaps he should invite her and Red when the opportunity strikes. "She has the potential to be the best in the world."

Coming from him, that was the highest praise. "I am sure you would be right," he mused, "in any other time."

Charles barked a laugh. "Your confidence in Leon is admirable."

"Champion at sixteen. Monarch at seventeen. It has never been done before."

"That is true."

"In front of such truth, there is little anyone can do to refute it."

"You wouldn't be wrong."

Rose paused, "Yet you have some reservations about my claims."

"He is the best in the world," Charles said. Rose couldn't detect a single lie, "but the world is vast. I am sure he is more than capable. However, the greatest obstacle for the monarch is what comes next."

To Rose, he had already proved himself by becoming a champion and then proceeding to become the monarch in a year, but he could see Charles's point. His reign had just started. What he would do this year and in the future would dictate his legacy. He gave him his most charming smile. "You always look at the bigger picture, Mr. Goodshow. I suppose that is why you're the head. We shall see then."

He had no doubts, however. Leon wasn't at his peak. His youth was an advantage. Leon's greatest weakness was his lack of experience compared to other veteran trainers, but experience could be fixed with time. All of Galar already knew, but soon the whole world too.

Leon was the best.

XXX

Leon was the best.

The best champion. The best battler. The best trainer. Whatever he did, he excelled. A master in combat, he could look at a strategy and implement it in one try. His personality was bombastic. His battles were fantastic. His fame was reaching levels of stardom rarely reached. He was the youngest to ever be and the greatest that there ever was. He broke dozens of records.

In Galar, he was known by all. A champion. A monarch. People called him the best in the world. Out of every champion in Leon's generation, he was the most gifted.

Hop would never deny it.

Was he biased? Probably. Was it unfounded? No. On top of every title thrown at him, he was also the best brother anyone could ever ask for.

He was his idol. He showed Hop that anyone could make it and that it was possible to achieve excellence.

He wanted to be like that too.

To be undefeated, unmatched, and unparalleled like his brother would be an insurmountable goal. Some might say impossible. Leon was a once-in-a-lifetime talent. No one could compare. It was his destiny to forever live in Leon's massive shadow. The chances of him even holding a fraction of the skill his brother had would be slim at best.

But he had to try.

"Make way for the next champion of Galar!"

"Haha, good luck, Hop!"

"Make your brother proud, yeah?"

"Thanks!" Hop waved at old friends and familiar faces. Wooloo rolled his eyes as he followed close behind. He had finally turned ten this year. The start of his journey beckoned him like no other. "Just you wait, I'll become a monarch in no time!"

Wishful thinking? Maybe, but Leon always told him to aim big so aim big he would. The difference between a champion and a monarch was like night and day. A champion was the best in a region. The monarch was the best in the world and to become a monarch, he would have to dethrone his brother. A monumental wall. Maybe unfeasible.

Judging by the villagers' faces, they thought the same. Hearty laughs filled the town as he continued his trek to Professor Magnolia's lab. He knew what he was up against. He understood the odds. No one believed in him. That was fine.

At least Wooloo believed in him.

"Professor, I have arrived!"

"Settle down," Professor Magnolia's stern voice straightened his back. She rolled her eyes. "You'll get your Pokemon once I get to you."

"Sure thing, professor." He laughed. "I'll just, uh, stand right here. Take your time."

"I will, thank you." She cracked a smile. "At least you're more patient than your brother. He wanted to start his journey right away, that man." She sighed.

"That sounds like him, alright."

"But he had the confidence of Rose so I guess it was expected. He always had big dreams for that boy." She turned to Hop. "I'll have Sonia get you started."

"Sonia?" He blinked before his smile grew. "Awesome! You're the best, professor!"

She gave one last nod before walking away. He took this time to look at his best friend, Wooloo. The sheep was a constant companion and was with him ever since he was little. Well, little-er. "So what'd you think, bud?" The normal-type tilted his head. "We got three choices here. Scorbunny, Grookey, and Sobble."

He had thought long and hard about it over the years, but no matter what, he couldn't settle with one definite pick. Whenever he thought he knew what he wanted, he would change his mind the next day. It was one of the most impactful choices for every young Galarian's life. He had to make it count!

Wooloo sent out a cry!

"You're right, they're all so cool," he rubbed his chin. "What do you think about Scorbunny?"

Wooloo stomped his feet.

"Not Scorbunny?" Hop blinked before laughing. "We need fire-types, Wooloo!"

Wooloo stomped his feet again.

"Come on," Hop bemoaned. "It'd be fitting, yeah? Leon has Charizard. Wouldn't it be cool if I got a fire-type starter too?"

Wooloo bumped him in the head.

"Wooloo..." He gave him a gentle pat. The normal-type looked away. He grinned. "Are you jealous? Do you think I am going to pay more attention to my partner Pokemon?"

Wooloo shook his head.

"Well, you shouldn't worry about that." Hop crossed his arms. "You're my partner, Wooloo. Nothing's changing that." The normal-type stopped before gazing at him curiously. He nodded back. "You have nothing to worry about. Besides, having more friends never hurt anyone. The more the merrier, I say!"

Wooloo thought about it before releasing a cry!

"That's more like it!" He smirked before humming. "Well, that still didn't help with who to pick."

Scorbunny, Grookey, or Sobble. All three were amazing options and were all worthy to be in any trainer's team. Being here in the flesh had made him question everything. Whoever he chose would be with him for the rest of his career. He better pick right!

Haha...

Uh oh.

"I thought Scorbunny was an excellent choice."

Hop, well, hopped at the voice. He turned around only to see a dark-haired man with a Pikachu enter. The trainer offered a small wave before taking in the lab's interior. Hop hummed. "You think so?"

"Your reasoning was sound," the man said, "but then again, it never hurts to change things up as well."

Ha! True! He wanted to mimic his brother by getting a fire-type like him, but maybe a water-type would be better. After all, if he was going to become a champion, he had to face the strongest Charizard in the world, and while type advantages weren't everything, having one on hand would certainly help!

"What do you think of Sobble, Wooloo?"

Wooloo considered it for a moment before releasing a cry.

"Not a bad choice?" Hop smirked. "Yeah, Sobble would be great against Charizard!"

"Leon's Charizard?"

"Yep," Hop turned back to the man. "The Pokemon to beat! He has never known defeat, you know. I don't think Charizard has ever fallen unconscious while my brother was a champion."

"Your brother," the man's eyes widened. Pikachu perked up as well. Heh, that was right. Everyone had the same reaction to that tidbit.

"Mhm, the best champion in the world. A monarch. The monarch."

"That's right. He won the last World Coronation," he said. "That makes him the current best trainer in the world."

"The absolute best!" Hop was so confident that his words might as well be gospel. Maybe biased too, but winning the World Coronation Series gave him solid ground to stand on. "And I am going to beat him."

The man's smile seemed to grow. "Then I wish you nothing but the best."

Hop paused at those words. He was used to false encouragement. No one considered that he could actually beat his brother. They were just trying to be polite. Outside of Wooloo, only Sonia and Leon ever thought he could do it. Even then, Sonia just wanted to knock Leon down a peg and his big brother always had his back. It was expected of them.

But this man also seemed to be genuine too.

Huh.

Hop's smile grew. "Thanks." He raised his hand. "The name's Hop."

"I'm Red." He took the hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"You got a weird name," Hop said.

He shrugged. "You get used to it."

"Are you here for a Pokemon too?" While he had never seen someone start their journey so late, it was possible.

"No," Red smiled. "I am exploring Galar and wanted to take a look inside."

"Really?" Hop blinked before smirking. "Well, you're in luck. This lab is owned by one of the best professors in the area."

"Is that so?"

"Yep," he said. "If you're new to Galar then you're new to Dynamaxing and there's no one better than Professor Magnolia."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Hop, there you are." A familiar face. He perked up at the sight of orange hair. One of Leon's closest friends was someone he had grown used to seeing from time to time. While Sonia and her brother weren't as close now as they were back then, their bond was still tight-knit. The woman in question stopped in her tracks, her eyes focusing on the man next to him. "Oh."

"Nice to see you again, Sonia."

Woah. "You guys know each other?"

"We've met," Sonia kept his eyes on him, offering a small grin. "It's nice to see you too, Red."

"Don't let me distract you from your job," Red said, amused. "Hop takes priority."

"Right. Thank you," she nodded before looking at the boy. "Well, Hop, this is where it all begins. Are you ready?"

"More than ready, Sonia!"

"That's what I like to hear!" She tossed three pokeballs in the air and before him appeared Galar's iconic starter trio. It was finally happening. He almost couldn't believe it. "I am sure you already know them by now, but here are Scorbunny, Grookey, and Sobble. In that order."

The three let out a cry!

Hop waved at them. "Hey guys!" They looked much cuter in person. Argh! How was he supposed to pick?! Why couldn't he pick all of them!?

Sonia smiled before handing Hop a device. "Your Pokedex."

Right! He definitely needed that. "Thanks," he nodded, looking at the three in thought. Who to pick?

Hm...

Well, what would his brother do?

He'd probably say something about going with your gut instinct. Solid advice. It never failed him yet and he wasn't going to change that anytime soon. He knelt to see each of them, gazing at each starter with intense scrutiny. Wooloo, Red, and Sonia watched with equal fascination. This was a tradition done for many generations, but watching someone pick their partner Pokemon never gets old.

Now, who would he choose?

After some thought, he gave one swift nod before one of his hands reached out.

"I choose you-"

"Sorry, I'm late!"

That voice. His eyes widened as his head instinctively whipped to the source. His grin spanned ear to ear as he turned around to see his brother in the flesh. No way.

Even Sonia was shocked to see him here. "Leon!"

"Big bro!"

Leon grinned as he did his signature pose, one of his arms raised in the air with his head pointing down. It was dynamic. It was cool. It was iconic! Behind him, Hop could see a barrage of flashing lights. People were taking pictures of him. As expected of his brother. He was Galar's golden boy. The strongest trainer in the world lowered his arm before smirking at his brother. "I hope I am not too late. I got lost on my way here."

Sonia rolled her eyes, "Why am I not surprised?"

"I thought you weren't going to come!"

"Why would I miss your first day?" Leon placed a hand on his head before rubbing it affectionately. "This is your big day. Nothing's going to stop me from coming."

"I just thought that you'd be too busy."

"I'm never too busy for you, Hop." He winked before widening his eyes when he noticed a man on the side. It took him a moment to process what he was seeing before excitement blossomed on his face. "Red?!"

The moment his brother said the stranger's name the people behind Leon began speaking louder. Cameras began flashing like crazy. Hop blinked.

No way. "You know him too?"

"I do," Leon stepped forward to extend a hand to the man. He took it and shook it firmly. "It seems I was successful in enticing you to visit Galar."

Red let go. "You wouldn't be wrong."

Leon laughed. "Are you here for the World Coronation? I can't wait to face you if so."

"Unfortunately not," Red's answer surprised both Sonia and Leon. "While I am interested, the event encourages me to compete in multiple regions. I want to focus on Galar. Perhaps later though."

"Ah, that's fine." Leon looked disappointed. Hop looked at Red inquisitively. Was he so strong that Leon was thrilled about his potential presence in the tournament? Just who was this guy? "But I can't blame you. Galar is beautiful. I am sure you'll love it here."

"I'm sure," he said, "but we can talk more about that later. Your brother is about to pick his starter Pokemon."

"You're right." Leon perked up before turning to look at Hop. "Who're you picking, bud?"

This was it. After seeing his brother in the flesh, there was only one option. Hop smirked, picking up his choice and showing it to his brother. "Scorbunny!"

"A formidable and excellent pick." Leon nodded in approval. "Any reason why?"

"Well, I want to be just like you and you have Charizard. I thought Scorbunny would be perfect," Hop said. "Also, I thought about it some more and I decided to fight fire with fire. Just you wait, Leon. I'll become a champion in no time!"

"I can't wait to see it," Leon nodded, "but you know, Hop, a good trainer has to learn how to adapt to everything thrown at them."

"I know that." Leon was a master in that subject, after all.

"Good!" Leon turned to Sonia, his cape billowing from his action. More flashes barraged them. "Is there anyone else coming for a partner Pokemon today?"

She shook her head. "It's just Hop."

"Then you wouldn't mind if I pick someone too, right?" He knelt before Sobble and Sonia balked. She wasn't alone. Hop froze.

She knew what was going to happen and was not enthused. "I am not sure that's allowed."

"I'm sure Magnolia's cool with it," Leon laughed before offering his hand to Sobble. The water-type looked at him in awe. "Want to come with me, Sobble?"

The answer was obvious. Sobble jumped onto Leon's shoulder. Sonia looked at him in exasperation. Hop couldn't blame her. Leon had a penchant for the fantastical. She was used to her friend's shenanigans, but his one action would send waves throughout the region. No doubt half of Galar would know that their monarch would have a new Pokemon by the end of the day. His fame was just that massive here. "You're the one explaining this to my grandma."

"No problem," Leon waved it off before staring at Hop with his arms crossed. "If you're going after my crown, Hop, I won't make it easy for you. Being the best means that you will have to work hard to beat every obstacle in front of you." He offered a brilliant smile. Cameras flashed again. "Sobble and I will wait for you until then."

Hop's eyes sparkled. He wasn't blind to his brother's actions. He picked a Pokemon that was effective against his own. Ha! He wanted to push him to his limits. He'd gladly meet him head-on. "That's a promise, Leon!"

Grookey looked at the two starters with a frown. To be the third wheel and not even be in consideration must have hurt the Pokemon. Hop felt bad for it, but there wasn't anything he could do. Magnolia would kill him if he tried to get a second partner Pokemon. The fact he already had Wooloo wouldn't help his case.

Thankfully he didn't need to. Red knelt and placed a hand on the grass-type. "Feeling left out?" The starter looked up at Red before nodding. "I get that. Finding the right trainer can take a while, but once you find the one for you, the wait will be worth it."

Grookey titled his head. Red nodded.

"I am sure of it."

Grookey let out a cry! There was doubt in his voice.

"Still don't believe me?" Red asked and the grass-type nodded. "I don't blame you, but you know, I've had a Pokemon that had the opposite problem. He was too picky with his trainers. He would only go with someone that he approved of and he had gone through several trainers before settling with me."

Grookey blinked in surprise. Hop did as well. He never heard of a starter Pokemon that just refused. Pikachu offered a confident cry. It was the truth.

"He was willing to wait for the right partner and his patience was rewarded with a bond that was close to unbreakable." The grass-type was silent at that. "This is a big decision for you just as much as it is for the trainer. You would most likely be with them for a significant part of your life so don't let up just yet." He winked. "It's worth the wait, I promise you."

"Cha!"

Grookey processed his words with silent contemplation before looking content with the answer. He hopped onto Sonia's shoulder. Surprise was written on her face at the action. Red received a warm look. "Thank you for that. Sometimes it can be hard for them to be the one left out, especially if only two trainers were available."

"Don't mention it," Red stood back up. "It looked like you already had a lot on your plate."

Sonia blinked, giggling softly. "Yeah, I guess I do." She smiled. "You're new to Galar, right? Well, I can take you with me to my grandmother. She's a busy woman, but I can probably convince her to explain a few things to you."

"You do not have to," he said. "If she's busy, I wouldn't want to make it worse."

"It's fine, believe me," Sonia laughed. "She has to talk to Hop anyways so you're barely interrupting her work."

"If you say so," he said, bemused. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," she smirked. Her mood turned serious as she turned to the brothers. "Alright, let's get going you two." She paused when looking at the large crowd forming just to see Galar's monarch. "And can you get them out, Leon? They're disrupting the lab."

"Yeah, no problem. I got it!" Leon shifted his attention to his fans. All it took was another game-winning smile and iconic pose to send them into a frenzy. Hop grinned as his brother effortlessly controlled the crowd with his sheer charisma. He made it look so easy!

Sonia rolled her eyes. Red watched it, impressed. "He's quite famous."

"That's an understatement," she mumbled under her breath. "It's good news for you though. The whole region loves him so much that you probably won't get as much attention from the people here. Heck, most people here probably don't know you unless you participated in the World Coronation Series, which you did not."

"Music to my ears."

"You're famous too?" Hop caught up to them and looked at Red curiously.

"Just a traveler."

"He's a regional champion," Sonia's correction caused the man to sigh. "Unova's."

"Woah," Hop blinked. Wasn't the champion of Unova Alder? Hop knew that the old man participated in several World Coronation tournaments in the past. That ancient geezer was breathtakingly powerful. Even Leon couldn't deny his strength when he fought him.

And this guy beat him?

He must be pretty strong! Not as strong as his brother, but no one was as strong as his brother. Still, it was a notable accomplishment!

XXX

"You can be quite a headache sometimes, boy."

"Sorry about that, Magnolia," Leon gave her an apologetic grin. "I thought it was a good idea."

"I normally wouldn't condone it," the professor's voice brokered no room for argument, "but both Sobble and Scorbunny wanted this, and I won't deny them if they found who they want to travel with. Still, you are pushing your privileges as Galar's champion, boy. Don't do it again." She turned to another man, "You must be Red."

Hop blinked. Did everyone know who he was except him?

Red seemed just as surprised. "You know me?"

"Of course. I am Professor Carolina's peer. While we're not that close, whenever I am with her, she always mentions you or her granddaughter. She speaks highly of you. I will decide that for myself." She watched him with intense scrutiny. "So you are here to know more about Dynamax."

"I am curious about it."

"We will talk later then." She nodded before turning to Hop. The boy straightened. "Here." She gave him some empty pokeballs. "I know you wish to follow your brother's footsteps. I won't tell you otherwise but know this. Your journey is your own. It is fine to use what he has taught you, but from here on out, it is your adventure."

"Of course, professor!"

"Good," she nodded. "You're better behaved than he was so I know you have a bright future ahead."

"Hey!"

"Unfortunately," Magnolia ignored his brother's indignation, "you will be starting this journey with a handicap that Leon didn't have. You will need to find a way to overcome it."

Hop nodded. He knew what she was about to say. "I am going to need an endorsement."

Red raised a brow, "Endorsement?"

"Ah, that's right. Not every region does it," Sonia blinked. "Well, our gym leaders are stronger than average, some even being Elite Four or champion-level. With just how challenging our gym challenges are, trainers must be sponsored to participate. It can only be given out by select officials recognized by Galar's Pokemon League and for some people, this can be difficult to acquire."

"You have to prove yourselves," Red surmised. For the majority of people, that was the case, but unfortunately, some would be able to get one through connection alone even if they were not ready for it. Hop had heard stories of that happening. It was a good system, but every system had its flaws.

"Of course, there are exceptions," she said. "Champions, like yourself, do not need an one. You've already proven yourself by being the best in your region."

"Good to know."

Magnolia nodded. "Unlike Leon, who had Rose's endorsement right away, you will need to find a way to earn one."

Hop knew that. He was prepared for it. Before he could open his mouth, however, his brother cleared his throat. "Well, you don't need to look much further, Hop. I can give you mine."

"Leon," his eyes widened before chuckling. Of course, his brother would offer his. He should have expected this. Leon was willing to go to great lengths to help him out. He appreciated it. He really did.

He shook his head, though.

Leon balked. "Huh?"

"I appreciate it, Leon," Hop's smile was earnest, "but I don't want people thinking that you are giving me special treatment just because we're related. It would make you look bad if I did bad so I'll pass on that. Thank you, though."

He refused to take advantage of his kindness. If he wasn't ready for it, he wasn't going to pull strings to get one. Leon didn't deserve any flack for any mistakes on his part. He'd feel horrible.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Hop nodded. "I'll get an endorsement my way or no way."

"That is a good mindset to have," Magnolia hummed, "I would give you mine, but I have a feeling you would refuse it too."

"Sorry, professor." He didn't even get to prove his skills yet so there was no way he could get endorsed without feeling a little bit guilty.

"It's fine. It is probably better this way." She looked pleased. "My offer is always open."

"Mine too!" Hop knew Leon would say that.

Sonia watched, amused before wincing when the grass starter on her shoulder began clapping at the sight. She gave him a look. "You're a feisty lil' guy, huh?"

"It seems he found Hop's refusal of getting one for free admirable," Red said. "Instead of picking the easy way out, he chose the honest and honorable path." Hop flushed at his words. "You are already starting your journey on the right food."

Grookey's energy was infectious. The other two starters by the brothers' sides looked equally excited for the start of their adventure. Leon laughed. "It seems they're already raring to go."

Hop looked at them before nodding. They were in good spirits. That was a great sign. "They are." Hop perked up when a thought hit him. He gave his brother a challenging smirk. "Why don't we use up their pent-up energy for a one-on-one battle, Leon?"

Galar's monarch stopped laughing and smiled. That caught his attention. The man took every challenge seriously. That was what made him so successful. "And here I thought you wouldn't ask!"

Magnolia sighed. "Don't make a mess, you hear me?"

"We promise!"

And so a battle between brothers began. A fitting way to start his journey.

Hop wouldn't have it any other way.

XXX

"Let's start with Pound! Go Sobble!"

"I'm not letting you do anything! Scorbunny, Tackle!"

He reminded her of Leon.

For people who knew her, that could mean many things. Leon was bombastic. Overflowing charisma radiated off him like a cloak. Undeniably compassionate to those around him, he would always spare what was left of his time to help those in need. His carefree attitude could make him annoyingly dense, but he always pulled through when it counted.

He dived into the life Rose introduced with gusto. He embraced the fame with open arms. She knew that he was happy with where he was. He deserved it.

Red had some of that. Not all of it, but enough. He cared. The way he was entertaining Grookey on his lap told her how aware he was of the Pokemon around them. He wasn't as flashy, but he carried himself with subtle confidence. Lacking in arrogance or presence, she found him to be pleasant company. He enjoyed the smaller things in life, something that Leon discarded long ago.

He lived. He was content. He embraced the journey with open arms. Every moment was precious. She watched him, her gaze softening as he played with the grass starter.

Cute. He didn't want Grookey to feel left out. "Thank you for that."

Her words caught his attention before a smile grew on his lips when Grookey hopped on his head and grabbed his hat. "I am not sure what you mean."

Her lips curved upward. It was natural for him to help disheartened Pokemon. He didn't consider it anything worth thanking for. How commendable. "I feel bad for him," Sonia said. "It is an unfortunate part of the job when there aren't enough trainers for all three of them. A lot of the Pokemon are fine with it. They will get one eventually, but some are a bit more impatient than others."

"I get it," he said. "For some of them, this was their moment."

"The anticipation goes both ways," she nodded. "Just like how the trainers can't wait to pick, the Pokemon themselves can't wait to get picked."

"He will find someone." He snatched his hat from the grass starter. Grookey pouted. "He's a playful one. Any trainer would be lucky to have him."

"And if that trainer is you?"

Red paused before eyeing her oddly. During that time, the grass-type nabbed the hat only for Pikachu to swipe it off his hands with his tail. How cute. "Isn't that not how it works around these parts."

"I did say that," she shrugged, "but I can't dictate what a Pokemon wants." Her grandma said so herself.

He cared for Pokemon just like Leon. They were both royalty in the eyes of their fans. They were excellent in combat. They were similar, but it was their differences that caught her attention the most. Leon's grasp of the fundamentals was second to none and he covered his youth with innovation and adaptability. Red's foundations were rock solid and paired unorthodox strategies with experience.

They were both prodigies. They both put in the effort, but while Leon was far more talented, Red was far more skilled. She noticed that in New Island. Their differences dictated how they carried themselves. Leon's youthful ambition made him grow to peaks never before seen while Red's steady growth forged an inevitable path to success.

It made her curious about who would win between the two champions. She could imagine it being close.

"Aw, man!"

"Nice try, Hop!"

Scorbunny fell, fatigued. Sobble looked a bit unsteady but held firm. Hop dropped to his knees. Leon knelt and offered his brother some encouraging words. Sonia smiled at the scene. Despite Leon's growing fame, he still made time for him. It was an admirable trait.

Red agreed. "It is nice to see them bond over the defeat. I was expecting Hop to be a bit resentful because of his brother's fame."

"Maybe he does feel it a little," Sonia nodded, "but his love and admiration for his brother far overshadows it. Leon knows to never take advantage of it too. If nothing else, the man loves his family."

"I can respect that."

"Is it different for you and Ash?" Sonia had always assumed they were perhaps estranged brothers, but Leon didn't think so. Still, they must be related in some way or form. She couldn't imagine their resemblance being a mere coincidence.

Red blinked in surprise before cracking a smile. "We're not related."

"No kidding."

"It's the truth," he laughed. "I won't deny the resemblance though. Maybe there is a connection."

"Maybe," she said. Perhaps they were a part of the family tree that never made contact with each other. They were so alike, it was eerie. "He's pretty talented. A lot of other trainers were invited, but he and his friends were one of the few who made it to the island that wasn't from the Elite Four or a champion."

Red nodded. "I am not surprised."

"He looks up to you too," she teased and the man rolled his eyes. "You should keep in contact with him. You never know, he may be a secret relative of yours."

Wouldn't that be a surprise? Ha.

"I am sure we will meet again."

The confidence in his tone gave her pause. There was more to his words than she could comprehend. "If you're sure." She stood up once she noticed Leon and Hop walk over to them. "Well, I guess it's time to send Hop off."

Red nodded before turning his attention to Hop. The boy didn't seem to take his loss seriously. A good attitude to have. "So how'd I do?"

"You did great," Sonia clapped her hands together. "For your first battle, you held your own quite well."

Hop flushed from the praise. Leon chuckled before looking at them. "No compliments for me?"

"Beating an inexperienced trainer is a given for you."

"Ouch," the champion groaned. "Your words always cut deep, Sonia."

"If you want adoration, go get it from your millions of fans." She rolled her eyes. "Someone has to make sure you don't get too full of yourself. If not from me, then I am sure Raihan is more than happy to."

"He hasn't beaten me yet."

"He's been the closest to do it." Which was saying something. Not even other champions came close to his rival's achievement. The fact only Galar's strongest gym leader could hold a candle to the monarch told the whole world about the quality of their region's trainers. Chairman Rose was quite proud of that fact.

"For now," he laughed. Leon noticed Red's curiosity. "Raihan's my greatest rival. Great guy. Widely loved. Probably the second most popular trainer in Galar."

"He must be quite powerful for you to call him your rival."

"Oh he is," he said. "If he bothered to go to any other region, he would be a shoo-in for champion."

"And why doesn't he?"

"Because he wants to beat him," Sonia sighed. The stubbornness of that man. "He can't accept victory any other way."

Unova's champion looked surprised, but a soft smile formed as he processed her words. "If you want to be the best, you have to beat the best. He's not going to compromise on that."

"I guess," Sonia shrugged.

After a brief talk, the group returned to the lab. Her second meeting with the man wasn't what she expected, which was good. Sonia wasn't ready for another thrilling adventure so quickly. She wanted some downtime after almost dying to a never-before-seen legendary Pokemon. She preferred a slower lifestyle, thank you very much.

It was a surprise that the man who reminded her of Leon wasn't bad company. Quite the opposite.

XXX

"You have a charity to head to in three hours."

"I will be there," Leon listened through his phone as Oleana listed the things he had to do today. It was busy work, but Rose assured him that it was for the good of Galar. That was fine. He knew that his responsibilities would only increase ever since he became monarch. "I'll take a flying taxi. I just wanted to spend some more time with my brother before he goes out on his journey."

"We understand," Oleana's tone seemed to imply as such. He was glad that Rose was sympathetic. He knew Rose had a brother of his own, but they seemed to lack the same bond he had. Perhaps there was some regret there. He considered helping him mend that estranged relationship before Oleana continued, "If you need more time, we can reschedule the event."

How nice of them.

"No," he shook his head. "It's for charity. I can't cancel that. I was just, well, I was just confronted with several surprises while visiting Hop."

"Anything that we should be concerned about?"

"Nah, it's all good things, I promise you." Leon chuckled. "A new friend I made decided to visit Galar. I wanted to help him get settled."

"Anyone important?"

"I don't know if you know him," Leon said, "He's the champion of Unova. Red."

He heard the familiar clinks of a keyboard through the phone. Oleana was looking him up. Ha. He supposed that she didn't. She paused. "That is surprising. Rose has made a note to speak with him when the opportunity presents itself."

Now that was interesting. Leon blinked. "Really?"

"There is another party scheduled later in your honor," Oleana continued typing, "We would like to extend an invitation to him if possible. Can you relay him our offer?"

"I don't mind," Leon said, "It would make it more interesting in my opinion. Do you know why Rose wants to speak with him?"

"I do not know the exact reason," she admitted, "but he is always interested in meeting powerful individuals and he does fit the bill. This is nothing new."

"I guess so," he shrugged. "Well, I'll make sure to send the message."

"Thank you," she said. "Give Hop my regards. I know he will excel in the Gym Challenge. He is related to you, after all."

He laughed. "Will do." He needed to find someone willing to sponsor him first. A brief idea appeared in his head before he banished the thought. "See ya, Oleana."

"Goodbye."

He put his phone away. Just in time too since he noticed Red and Hop head his way. He looked at the Unova champion. "Rose wants to meet with you."

Red blinked, "The chairman of Galar's Pokemon League?"

"Yes, him," Leon smiled. Hop balked. "It's an invitation. There's a ball. A formal thing. I'll be attending too. Rose wants to celebrate my reign as the monarch or something like that." He rolled his eyes. Rose had always flaunted Leon's status whenever he could. This was like their third party. It was getting a bit old, but he'd never tell Rose that. "I mentioned that you might come to Galar. He's interested in you."

Red considered his words. "You want me to come."

He caught him. Haha. "I mean, it wouldn't hurt." He raised his hands in surrender. "You could bring a date too. I don't mind."

Rose probably wouldn't mind getting to know both Red and Cynthia. His sponsor was someone who would find opportunity in the strangest of places. He should know. The chairman saw him and immediately thought he was worthy of his backing.

"I will need to find something to wear."

"I can recommend you a few places," Leon's persistence was clear as day, "Mention my name and they'll even give you a discount." He went through his pockets before handing him a copy of his League Card. "Show this to them and they'll take care of everything."

"Money is not an issue, but thank you," Red took the card and stared at it with interest.

Leon noticed. "That's a League Card. Never seen one before?"

"I can't say I have."

"I could help you make one," he said, "Some people like collecting them. There are normal and rare versions. I'll have everything sorted for you."

"You're too kind," he looked at Leon with a raised brow. "Is this your way of making me say yes to Rose's invitation?"

And again, he was caught. This guy's too keen for his own good. "Too obvious?"

"Kind of," Red pocketed the League Card in his bag, "but it is working. Send me the details. I'll consider it."

His body straightened. "Really? Awesome!" Leon beamed, "I'll cover transportation and everything. I can't wait to see you there."

"I said I'll consider it," Red said. He gave him a nod before offering a smile to Hop. "Now if you'll excuse me, I do have to speak with Magnolia."

"Before you go, I got the both of you something." Leon grabbed something out of his pockets and they both blinked when two white bands were shown to them. The symbol on the center was a dead giveaway on what they were. "Here. I figured you'd be needing these."

"A Dynamax Band," Hop's jaw dropped as he picked one up. Red grabbed the other and inspected it. He felt a tight hug as his little brother tackled him. "You're the best big brother ever!"

"I only was supposed to have one to give," he hugged him back, "but since Red has graciously accepted my invitation to come to my region, I figured I could use a quick favor from Magnolia and grab a spare. Think of it as a welcoming gift for everything you've done for me."

"It is an amazing gift." Red couldn't deny it. He put it on and allowed Pikachu to take a look. "Thanks, Leon."

"It's the least I can do," he said. He offered his hands once more and Red took it again. "Welcome to Galar, Red. I cannot wait for the day I get to battle you."

"The same with me," Red said. "I will participate in the World Coronation Series one day. Until then, keep that crown warm for me."

Leon's smile widened, "I don't intend on losing it."

"All the better," Red smiled back. "I know you'll only get stronger from here. I want to face you at your peak."

A competitive spirit blossomed at the man's declaration. There weren't a lot of people that could compete with him. Perhaps that might change soon. If it wasn't for his busy schedule, he would have challenged Red here and now. After seeing him fight in New Island, Leon couldn't help but be curious. What would the result be if they both fought?

His fingers twitched at the thought.

Sonia peaked out from another room. "Red, do you want to speak with my grandma or not? She doesn't have all day!"

"I'm on my way," Red returned before giving the both of them a nod. "If you'll excuse me."

"Yeah, no problem. I'll see you later," He waved as the man departed before turning back to Hop. His little brother was giving him an odd face. "Cool guy, eh?"

"He's definitely something," Hop said, "Sonia said he's the champion of Unova."

"That's right," his brother nodded.

"I thought it was Alder."

"He beat him," Leon's words made Hop silent. He rubbed his head affectionately. "Listen to any advice he gives you. He's one of the best out there."

"I've never heard of him before."

"You won't be the only one. He is famous, but he isn't as recognizable here. I think that's what helped convince him actually." He rubbed his chin in thought at that.

"Does he not like the fame?"

"He looks like someone that's in it for the journey," Leon said, "It's different, but not bad. Everyone pursues strength differently."

"Is he stronger than you?"

Good question! "He's good. Phenomenal even. I've seen him fight firsthand." He didn't give praise like that lightly. Hop knew that too based on how wide his eyes grew. Leon winked. "But no one is better than your big brother."

"Right!" Hop relaxed. He couldn't help but rub his little brother's head for the confidence he had in him. He appreciated that. "You're the best trainer in the world, after all."

"Exactly."

XXX

Hop continued to learn even more tidbits about this strange man as time went on. It was surprising how big of a mystery he was. Standing outside of the lab, he watched him as he got ready to head off. Red was speaking with Sonia while Grookey was perched atop his head. His Pikachu kept the rowdy starter at bay.

The grass-type seemed to find comfort in the man's presence. At this point, he probably should take the guy with him. He didn't seem inclined to though. The sun was beginning to set and the man looked ready to leave. A shame. Fortunately, Sonia was there to solve the problem. She shoved the pokeball right into his hands.

"Just take it."

"I don't want you to be in trouble for this."

"Believe me, Red, I won't." She sighed. "Thank you for your concern, but what the Pokemon want outweighs anything this lab says. He's yours now."

"Sonia-"

"No take-backs," Sonia took his hands and forced him to clutch the pokeball. "He's your responsibility now."

Red looked exasperated at Sonia's insistence before looking at the starter who was watching the scene play out. "This is your decision, Lil' guy. What do you say? Want to join us?"

Grookey's eyes widened before slamming the trainer's hat back on the man's head. With a loud cry, he hopped back to the ground before offering a perfect salute. Hop inwardly cheered.

Good for you, man!

Red cracked a smile. "I guess that's that. Welcome to the team, Grookey."

Sonia clapped as he returned Grookey to his pokeball. The man feigned a glare at the woman, who only returned it with a teasing smile of her own. Hop joined her, sending a large applause his way. Red sighed before giving him a look.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you," Red noted his appearance. "It seems you are ready to go."

"Yep," Hop smirked. "I will be heading off soon. I have a long journey ahead. Getting stronger and finding someone willing to endorse me is just the least of my worries."

"You have realistic expectations. Good." Red nodded. "Where's Leon?"

"He had to go, unfortunately," Hop slumped his shoulders, "but he gave me everything I need and it was a miracle that he even showed up in the first place so I am content. Did you need him for something?"

He could probably call his brother and send the message.

"I wanted to thank him for giving me the Dynamax Band with a gift of my own."

"A gift?" Hop's eyes widened before smiling. "Well, I can probably pass it on when I see him."

"It isn't something that I could give him," he said. Hop tilted his head before his eyes widened when he showed a letter to Hop. No way. "I would like to endorse you, Hop."

"M-Me?"

Sonia's eyes widened before looking at him. "You can do that?"

"I asked Magnolia," he said. "She said I had the authority as a Pokemon League champion. She helped me with the process."

"I-I am at a loss for words," he stepped forward and looked at it. "I can't possibly accept this. I didn't do anything to deserve this."

"I watched your fight with Leon. I saw enough to know you have the potential to be great."

"That shouldn't be enough."

"Then consider it as a gift for the hospitality you have given me," Red said. When Hop stayed silent, the man offered a small smile. "Do you know what I look for in a trainer, Hop?"

Probably a lot of things he didn't have. "Power? Skill? Intelligence?"

"Kindness," Red said, "and from how you treat your Pokemon and the people around you, I know you have that in spades."

Kindness. He never heard of a trainer needing that, but he wouldn't refute a champion's words. He took down Alder of all people. He gulped as he stared at the offer in front of him. He wanted to take it. This could make his journey a lot less stressful. He could just focus on the Gym Challenge, get stronger, and improve enough to take on the Champion's Cup.

He took a deep breath. Determined eyes met Red. "I want it."

"Then it's yours."

"But you must promise me something."

Red paused, intrigued. "Oh?"

"I want you to come with me," Hop gulped, "N-Not forever. Just for my first gym if anything. I want you to watch my battle. You are endorsing me. you are staking your good name on my performance. I cannot, in good conscience, let you give me that without earning my keep." Hop placed a hand on Wooloo. "If you are not impressed with my battle with the first gym, you have the right to take it away. I don't mind."

"Hop..." Sonia frowned.

He stared at the boy for a moment. For a single second, Hop was scared that he might have messed up. Did he offend the man Leon considered to be worthy of his attention? That would suck horribly. Before he could take back his words, Red smiled and placed the letter in Hop's hands. "I think that is an amazing idea."

It is? I mean, of course!

He released a breath. "I won't do you wrong, Mr. Satoshi. I promise."

"It's Red," he said. "It seems like we're traveling together for a while so it's best to just call me by my first name. Mr. Satoshi makes me feel old."

He didn't know. Red looked far more mature than his age implied. Hop chuckled, scratching his chin nervously. "Sorry. I thought it was only proper for someone of your stature."

"I am only nineteen."

"That's pretty old, man."

"I am nine years older than you."

"Almost double my age!"

Red gave him a look before nodding to Sonia. Hop kind of felt like he was spared from a scathing remark there. Heh. "See you later, Sonia."

"Take care, you two."

Hop gave her a wave. "See ya, Sonia!"

Once she returned to her lab, the man smiled. "Let's see what you got, Hop."

Red gave him this chance. He wasn't going to waste it. "I won't disappoint you, sir."

"Are you trying to make me feel old?"

Whoops. Hop scratched his head. Hehe. "Sorry?"

And with that, they took their first steps on a brand new journey.

XXX

"I heard your brother started his journey today."

Leon turned around to see an old friend. A grin grew as the epitome of dark, tall, and handsome languidly took his seat next to him. Why was he not surprised that Raihan figured it out? The other gym leaders surrounding them perked up when the two best trainers in Galar spoke. Sitting in a room within Wyndon alongside some of the best in their region would have been nerve-wracking several years ago. It wasn't now.

"He's got a lot of work cut out for him," Leon said, "but I do not doubt that he will excel in whatever he wants to do."

"That's sweet of you," Melony said, a dreamy tone catching his attention. She sighed. "Seeing your family members leave to start their journey can be a hard thing to swallow, but it helps them grow into splendid, young men and women. My, I remember when my son started his. I cried for weeks!"

"We know," Kabu's eyes twitched as he recalled exactly what she meant. Opal chuckled. Bea, Nessa, and Milo were ignorant of those times. Leon was too, thankfully. Bless their youth. The man ignored the woman and turned to the monarch. "According to the rules of the challenge, he will be facing Milo first."

"Aye," the farmer smiled at him, "I can't wait to see what that little sprout is capable of."

Haha. That might take some time to come to fruition. Hop had a few things to do first. Leon scratched his cheek. "Of course. Once he gets an endorsement."

There was silence. Piers stared long and hard at the man. "You didn't endorse him, Leon?"

"I offered to," Leon raised his hands before crossing his arms with a slump, "but he wanted to get it from someone else. He didn't want to hurt my reputation."

As much as he hated to admit it, the moment he would back anyone, half of Galar would know. It would turn Hop into an overnight sensation for all the wrong reasons. People would judge every action he performed. Every victory, every defeat, would be analyzed. He could understand why his brother did what he did. It would put a lot of pressure on the kid.

Melony swooned. "How mature of him."

"Yeah," Leon sighed. "He's a good kid." He should enjoy his journey like anyone else, but that wasn't going to happen. He loved the fame, but it could be annoying at times.

"I could give him mine if you want," Raihan's offer gave him pause. He shrugged. "I know him so it won't cause any suspicion."

"You never give anyone your favor," Opal mused.

"It's Leon's little brother," he waved away her words, "I don't mind."

"You're the second most popular trainer in Galar," Nessa said, "It would still be a problem for him ."

"I'm nowhere near as popular as Leon," he sighed.

"I wouldn't say that," Piers rumbled.

Raihan rolled his eyes before giving Leon a crooked smirk. "Hop is going to always have attention on him no matter what we do."

That was true just by the nature of their relations. He frowned. "He knows."

Despite all of the authority he was given, he couldn't just tell his fans to not keep tabs on his little brother. People wanted to know. He had no power over mere curiosity. He wished he had a traveling companion, but there wasn't anyone near his age that he could call frie—wait.

He turned to Piers, who watched him warily. "Your sister."

"Oi," Piers narrowed his eyes. "What about her?"

"Didn't Marnie start her journey this year as well?"

Everyone turned to stare at him. The Spikemuth gym leader crossed his arms. "What of it?"

"Nothing," Leon mused, "I was just thinking that she'd make a good rival. With all the pressure he's going to get, even one friend would be good for him."

Piers sighed. "Not my call. Marnie chooses her own friends."

Yeah. He figured. Ah well, at least Hop had Wooloo. That sheep was great!

The gym leaders continued with their idle chatter until the chairman and his secretary appeared. They all stood up to greet him and work began. It was a big charity. Bringing every gym leader allowed for a semblance of gravity. He knew Rose had been growing his image amongst the populace ever since Leon won it all. Rose needed his help and he would have it.

He wouldn't have been the best trainer in the world without him, after all.

Plans were made. Speeches were given. Reports were done. When the meeting ended, Rose smiled as he gave him a congratulatory nod. The other gym leaders spoke with each other while the chairman gave him his full attention. Raihan rolled his eyes at that. They were used to it. "How was your time with Hop, my boy?"

"It went great," Leon said with a laugh. "I am going to check up on him later this week and see what he's up to."

"That is expected," Rose chuckled. "I wouldn't be surprised if he earned all eight gym badges in his starting year like you did."

Haha. Considering Galar's gym leaders, it was a tall order. He didn't want to put that much pressure on his brother. "It'll depend, sir. He still has to get endorsed."

"Hm?" Rose tilted his head in confusion. "I don't understand."

"Hop refused your golden boy's endorsement," Raihan's interjection made Rose stare at them in confusion. "Didn't want to taint his good name or something like that."

"Really?" Rose's question made him respond with a nod. "That is odd. I was given a notification by the league that he, in fact, did."

"Huh?"

The other gym leaders turned at the outburst. Leon froze. How? When? Where? What? Why? Rose looked just as befuddled. "I thought it was you."

"It is not."

Oleana tilted her head. "Maybe Magnolia?"

"He refused initially," Leon considered her words. Maybe he changed his mind?

"That is fine. I could check," Rose took out his phone. "I didn't bother since I assumed it was your doing, but I am curious what your little brother has been up to. He just started his journey. Who could possibly back him if not you or the professor?"

Tell him about it. He was curious too. He leaned his head forward to look at Rose's screen. What they saw gave them pause. His eyes widened. Rose and Oleana were silent.

Leon's smile grew. "So that's how it is then."

"Your little brother's got quite the connection," Rose said. "The Champion of Unova is his sponsor?" The other gym leaders looked just as surprised as he was. Rose looked back at him. "Is this your doing?"

He shook his head. "No. This was all Red."

"Astonishing."

What a guy. Heh. Maybe his brother would be in good hands, after all.

Chapter 12 Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

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He first heard the rumors during his stay in the Crown Tundra.

A Pokemon that no one had ever seen. Too swift to capture. Deadly and ferocious, it shattered through anyone's attempts to catch it. If Peony wasn't used to the supernatural and often abnormal secrets of this land, he might have thought it a myth.

The harsh snow hammered his body with the force of a thousand battering rams. His mighty and strong frame stood firm, his thick orange jacket, long boots, and wool gloves taking the brunt of the onslaught as he journeyed through the desolate night. The crunching of snow gave him solace. Despite the weather, the wide grin on his face stayed plastered on his face.

No ordinary man would have survived the merciless treatment of the tundra.

But then again, he was no ordinary man.

The former champion of Galar released a breath as he marched on. His every breath formed a cold vapor. The Crown Tundra was a cruel mistress, but within the confines of this frigid domain held the secrets of countless Pokemon.

People said Legendary Pokemon often hide here, attracted by the King of the Bountiful Harvest's blessing. He wanted to study it. Why was there an abnormally high amount of powerful and rare Pokemon in this wasteland? He didn't know, but he wanted to find out.

He let out a groan yet his grin never wavered. A map was clutched in his fingers. "You're not making it easy for me, huh?"

No one answered. He didn't expect it to. The rumors of the powerful Pokemon started here. The deep gouges through hardened ice and stone could be seen all over the field. A battle took place here. Greedy travelers saw something unnatural. The villagers talked of a mighty Pokemon that blasted through challengers who attempted to take it.

The results were clear as day.

They said it came out of nowhere, at such speeds that they couldn't engrain its details into their memory. The only thing they knew was that it flew.

As he stared at the shattered trees in the distance and the wilted leaves perched atop what was left, he knew that they were telling the truth. After a quick look around, he noted that whatever it was, it was long gone.

He kind of expected it, but he couldn't help but sigh anyway.

"This adven-tour is going to be a long one," Peony said. His grin widened as he rubbed his chin. "Adven-tour. Heh. I should write that one down. Peonia's going to like that one."

In the land of myths and legends, the Crown Tundra had manifested another mystery. It was one of the first real leads to understanding the anomalies of this place.

If only those who saw this thing could have taken a better picture. In his pockets, he pulled out the only evidence of this Pokemon's existence. It was a blurry mess. The panic of the photographer and the speed of this creature made it almost unrecognizable, but he could make out a few key points. Wings protruded outward. It was large. Perhaps double the size of a human. Maybe a bit bigger.

It was a miracle that they could even get that, but it was enough. He had studied the local fauna of this place. Few matched the description. For something to be so strong yet be able to thrive in these harsh conditions without his knowledge of what it was, it meant one thing.

"What Pokemon are you?"

He marched on.

XXX

Milo was used to normal days.

Farm well, eat well, sleep well. That was a normal day, an honest day. It didn't matter if he was working the field, herding Pokemon, or enjoying the fruits of his labor. He couldn't imagine a time when he wasn't doing something. Being productive made him happy.

His diligence made him strong, in mind and body. His effort easily translated to combat. He worked his way up to the Major Division and through his hard-earned skill, he would reliably perform well in the Champion Cup.

Work hard, work smart, and work more.

That was his way of life. It never failed him before. It won't fail him now. It was reliable, a steady foundation that made him who he was. People might think it was boring. Doing the same thing every day wasn't for everyone, but he found it peaceful.

Peace was good.

Peace meant everything was going according to plan.

"Wooloo, no!"

But alas, peace wasn't always something he could control.

He stared as a young boy gave chase. His Yamper was herding the Wooloo in the area. A normal routine. Nothing wrong with it. The boy didn't seem to agree. With dread dawning on the child's face, Milo's Yamper ignored the boy and continued to give chase towards the Wooloo in the area. He probably thought the kid wanted to play.

"Get in the pokeball, Wooloo! He's not going to stop!"

Oh. He got it now. Milo dropped his tools and jogged his way to the poor lad. He let out a loud whistle and his old boy yipped in response before running back to him. He knelt to embrace the pup. He did good work. He always did. He rubbed his dog affectionately before looking up to see the young child pick up his Wooloo with a sigh of relief. "Sorry about that, kid."

"You're all good," the boy was breathing hard. "It's my fault. I think I wandered somewhere I shouldn't have."

"Yes you did," Milo said, "but accidents happen. What were you doing over here, young fella? I don't mean to be rude, but the parts around here are my land."

"I was trying to learn how to catch Pokemon," he said, "I'm Hop. This is my partner, Wooloo." He lifted the sheep. Milo cracked a smile. Cute little thing. So this was Leon's little brother, eh? He could see it.

"The name's Milo," he said. "Gym leader."

Hop blanked. "You're the one that gives out the Grass Badge, right?"

"That'd be me."

He groaned. "You're my first challenge and I haven't even caught my third Pokemon yet. That's absolutely horrid."

Heh. That was pretty funny. He couldn't help but chuckle much to the kid's chagrin.

"I'm pretty green to the role so I wouldn't be down in the dumps just yet," he placed a hand on the child's shoulder. "I've been in this job for only two years compared to some of my elders. I'm sure you'll be fine, especially since someone was willing to sponsor you."

The champion of another region, hm? He wondered if the kid got it through his connections before banishing it with but a thought. It wasn't his business. All he had to do was do the job given to him. Chairman Rose didn't pay him to doubt the system in place.

"Two years is still a lot," Hop crossed his arms. "You're in the Major Division and only gym leaders with an excellent record get that privilege. You must be pretty good."

"I try," Milo nodded. "Well, since you are going through the Gym Challenge, I'll let this slide. You'll want a third Pokemon if you want to take me on."

"Yeah," Hop rubbed his chin. "I'll have to find my friend. Maybe he can teach me how to catch Pokemon."

"Oh?" So the kid had a companion. Possibly a mentor.

"Mhm," he said, "He saw a Rookidee he wanted to catch so he's not here right now, but I'll ask for his advice when he's back. He might also be interested in taking you on, but I'm unsure. He only wanted to explore Galar."

Two people capable of the Gym Challenge? How interesting. "Were you both backed by the same person?"

"Huh?" Hop looked at him oddly. "Uh, no, he was the one who endorsed me. He's the champion of Unova."

Milo froze.

Ah.

So much for a normal day.

XXX

His first impression of the man was a positive one. A strong handshake. Eyes that met his without fail. The surety of every movement hinted at undeniable confidence. The only champion he had met was Leon. This man was a different beast altogether.

He was a bit intimidating as well. Leon was a cheerful guy. He held his heart on his sleeve. He couldn't read anything with Red. He was rarely afraid of taking someone on. This might be the first.

In the distance, he noted the boy running around the field, throwing pokeballs in a desperate attempt to refine his technique. Not all trainers were born perfect at the art. Milo would be the first to admit that it did take some practice when he started too.

No. Focus.

He shook his head. He was getting distracted. There was a champion in front of him. He eyed the man. Red was feeding a Grookey and a Rookidee alongside his Pikachu. Odd Pokemon for someone of his stature, but he supposed the man wanted a new experience.

A question floated in Milo's head. He wasn't sure what answer he was expecting or even wanted. On one hand, this was an invaluable experience. On the other, it might be over before he could even learn anything from it.

Regardless, he was curious.

"Are you taking on my gym as well?"

"No," Red said. That caught him off guard. He noticed it. Urk. He smiled. "Disappointed?"

"Maybe," he admitted. It would depend. "If you are anything like Raihan or Leon, the results would be obvious from the start."

"If we were to fight, I want you to try, nonetheless," he said. "I would like to battle you one day, but I'm only here to watch you face Hop."

"I see," he nodded. The kid was like a budding sapling. Fumbling around in such a manner reminded him of when he started. He'd get used to it, however. Most people did. "I guess that is expected from you."

"From me?" He raised a brow.

"As his sponsor," he clarified. "You gave him your approval, I believe."

"I did," Red blinked. "I didn't know that it was public knowledge."

"Gym leaders can check," he said. It was one of their responsibilities to make sure it was legitimate. "Still, I am surprised you haven't taken up the Gym Challenge. When I looked you up, everything pointed towards it."

"My reputation precedes me," he sighed. Milo chuckled. "But I figured I'd do something else this time around."

Milo nodded. "Are you considering training in the Master Dojo then?"

Red paused and looked at him. "I haven't considered it." That seemed to have caught his attention. "But maybe I will. What is the Master Dojo?"

So he had no idea. "A former champion of ours teaches there," Milo recalled. A few of their best trained under him. "I don't know if he's accepting any more students at the moment, but a lot of the current and former gym leaders and champions did spend some time there. No one is too weak or too strong for his tutelage. I am sure you'd learn some invaluable lessons if you're up for it."

"I am sure I will," Red was deep in thought. "Thank you for telling me, Milo."

"It's no problem at all."

Smack! Thwack! Thud! Ding!

"Haha!" Hop raised his pokeball in victory. "Got one!"

Red clapped. Milo did too.

Good job, kid.

XXX

Beauty was in the eye of the beholder.

"Just like that, Ms. Rurina. Perfect!" Flawless, dark skin shined under the studio lights. Fluid grace matched with confident, powerful strides as she moved from pose to pose. Her every movement captivated the people around her. Defiant eyes held a dominating beauty. Black hair was tied with deep azure to form a beautiful contrast.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Soft, snow-white fabric flowed like dancing clouds. The pearl necklace shimmered as she swayed with purpose. Flashes of light bombarded her. Her charm was blinding. Her every step was cat-like. High heels did little to deter her poise.

Power and grace. Beauty and strength. Nessa's appeal was like the ocean she embodied. Vast. Terrifying. Alluring.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

To some people, they were frightened by it, intimidated by her hard-earned strength. To others, it was pleasing to the eye. Everyone's taste was different. She learned to understand that over the years.

"Beautiful, simply beautiful," the photographer looked through his pictures, wonder sparkling in his eyes. "You were amazing, Ms. Rurina. You can take five."

With soft, muted movements, she nodded. It was subtle, almost deliberately delicate.

"Chairman Rose is here as well, Ms. Rurina."

"I am well aware." Her eyes glanced at the man who held a picture-perfect smile. His secretary was behind him like a lurking shadow. When was the last time she saw him without Oleana? "I will meet him in a moment."

The workers began to scatter to give them privacy. She sucked a small breath before calming herself with a faint release. She gave the two her best smile. Sly. Charming. Charismatic. Practiced. She led them to a nearby table and offered them a seat. "It's an honor to see you again, Rose. Oleana."

"Nessa," Rose's expression didn't falter as he took his seat. Oleana gave Nessa her own smile. It was small, but it was genuine. That small action made her relax. Slightly. "It is nice to see you again."

"The feeling is mutual, chairman."

"You've been hard at work," Rose noted, "You're modeling career has been blossoming."

"I try," Nessa said, "but I have a feeling that you aren't here for that."

He never cared for her other job. She didn't expect him to. To Rose, she was a gym leader first and a model second.

"To the point then," he said. "That is why you were among our best gym leaders. You cut through the rubbish and go straight to the point."

Were. Past tense. Her delicate fingers clenched and her grin turned cattish. "Right." She leaned into her chair and crossed her arms. "You are not pleased with my recent performance?"

"You showed promise," he said, "and you still do. However, perhaps it was foolish of me to promote you this quickly when your career is still relatively new."

She narrowed her eyes. "I am still doing what is expected of a Major Division gym leader."

"In the past, that was acceptable," Rose agreed, "but, and this is not a knock against you, doing just enough is, well, no longer enough. Galar needs to present a stronger image to the world. Now that Leon has been crowned the monarch, we expect the gym leaders to match his image. Galar's reputation must be one of unparalleled strength."

"And I am not?"

"You are young," he said. For some reason, it angered her even more. "I understand that you want to try new things and find your path. I respect your decision. However, diverting your time into another career...You have been slipping."

She froze. "Are you saying that I haven't been taking my gym leader duties seriously?"

"No." His smile seemed to tense from her tone. "I am saying that you have been distracted."

"I haven't grown weaker because of my distractions."

"But you haven't been growing stronger either," Rose said, "and that is the issue at hand here." He sighed. "I do not want to do this, but I fear I might have to demote you into the Minor Division until I can see an improvement."

"What?" She hissed. Oleana frowned. Rose didn't flinch. Damn him.

"Might," Rose reminded her, "Not now. If I do not see any improvements in the coming months, then I have no choice. I just came to warn you."

No choice? He was the chairman. He always had a choice. "Well, thank you for the warning," her tone was smooth, poisonous, "I will be sure to do my best to meet your expectations."

Rose chuckled, "I am sure you will."

Confidence. Fake confidence in her abilities. She couldn't help but feel distaste.

The man left. Oleana gave her a worrying look, one that she returned with a reassuring nod. When she was alone, she slumped in her seat. The perfect image of beauty shattered beneath overwhelming pressure and what was left was a stressed husk drenched in worry.

I am saying that you have been distracted.

Damn him.

You are young.

He kept making excuses for her. Her youth, her career, her inexperience. His false kindness was wasted on her. He wanted her best. He called her out on her lack of complete focus in the gym. He gave her an ultimatum.

If I do not see any improvements in the coming months, then I have no choice. I just came to warn you.

Was it wrong to enjoy her passions? She wasn't like Leon. She never wanted to be like him in the first place.

"It's fine." Her whispers were met with silence. "I'll just put a bit more effort next time." She refused to discard the things she wanted to do. If he wanted her best, she would do her best in every career she wanted.

XXX

Cynthia couldn't help but smile when the screen blinked to life. A familiar face appeared and her heart warmed when the man brightened at the sight of her. Despite the distance, they remained steadfast in keeping in touch. They were used to it. They did it when they were kids, after all.

She expected an ordinary conversation.

"Want to go on a date?"

Red had other ideas.

She blinked. Bemusement warred with curiosity. "That's one way to start a conversation," she said. Inwardly, she was thrilled at the invitation. This would be their first date since they left to take on their responsibilities. "What's the occasion?"

"There's a party coming in a few months. Leon invited me," Red said. She hummed. "It's still a while off. I wanted to tell you ahead of time though so you can prepare beforehand."

"I am open to it," she said. "I'll make sure to schedule around it then. Thank you for informing me."

"It's no problem," Red said. His eyes softened. "How have you been?"

"Good. It would have been better if you were with me though."

"Cynthia."

"I know." Her tone held jest. "We both have things to do." They both understood that. She sighed. "I miss you. That's all."

"I miss you too." The fondness in his voice did all sort of things to her heart. "It would be nice to travel with you again. Maybe another time. When we're less busy."

"I'll look forward to it," she said. "Are you traveling alone or did you find someone willing to explore Galar with you?"

"I do have a temporary companion," he smiled. "A kid. Hop is his name. He wanted to travel with me for his first gym badge. I agreed."

"How's that going?"

"I've been teaching him a few things here and there," he laughed. "The gyms are much harder here. He will have his work cut out for him."

"With you as his teacher, I am sure he'll do fine."

Red rolled his eyes. He didn't think he was a good teacher. Cynthia disagreed. "It is only a temporary arrangement."

"Anyone would be lucky to learn from you for even a moment."

"You're worse than Caitlin sometimes." He gave her a look, which she responded with a small grin.

"I learned a few things from her."

"Unfortunately." The feigned exasperation was tinged with amusement. "I thought you disliked her. What happened?"

Ha. Disliking her was an understatement.

She couldn't deny carrying a small amount of animosity with the woman when they were younger. The woman was pretty, wealthy, well-connected, and talented. While she did not care for such things, it was her intentions with Red that gave her some concern. The woman was fond of him. The adoration was clear as day.

"I needed her help." The thought of Red moving forced her to disregard her jealousy. She thought her plea would be rejected. She didn't treat her fairly in the past. She expected it in return. What happened was quite the opposite. The psychic found her reasoning romantic and went out of her way to make sure her request was done in secret. The woman had nothing but pure intentions and it helped quell some of her suspicions. "I wanted to be with you so it was only reasonable to seek her out."

Of course, she still had to keep her eyes out. Caitlin was supportive of them, but she knew that the psychic still liked Red. She wasn't blind to some of the looks she gave him. They were respectful, of course, but they were there!

"You should have told me," Red softened.

"You would have said no."

"Maybe." He couldn't deny it. "You were happy in Celestic Town. I didn't want to take that away from you."

"I can visit them," she said. He didn't understand her decision. She could see it in his expression. Despite everything they'd done together, she could feel his attempts to distance himself. It was an unconscious thing. He probably didn't even notice it. He was doing this not to hurt her, but to protect her.

When she surprised him in his own home, he would ask her why.

She would answer truthfully.

Because I love you.

Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

...

Hush, brain.

"I didn't want to hurt our newfound relationship by taking this step."

"We've lived together before." Alola was proof.

"You're the champion of Sinnoh."

"Just because I am the champion of Sinnoh," she said, "it doesn't mean I have to live in Sinnoh."

"Unova's far."

It's a sacrifice I am willing to take.

"I can make the trip."

"Sinnoh is your home."

"I love Celestic Town." She always would. "But how can I call a place home without you?"

Home is where the heart is.

Red was silent.

And I gave you mine.

"This is a big decision," Red muttered. It was a big decision. Moving should always be thought of with care.

But she knew what she wanted. After spending time together and away throughout the years, she knew she felt better when she was with him. Her days were brighter. Her mind was clearer. Her heart was lighter. She couldn't picture a life without him.

With lidded eyes, she graced him with a smile. It was small, but it revealed everything. "It is." They could discuss it in more detail later. They were adults. "But something tells me that it will be worth it."

For him, it always was.

XXX

"Drednaw is unable to battle!"

XXX

"And with that, Nessa has no more Pokemon left, folks!"

XXX

"I cannot believe it, Nessa is no longer able to continue the battle!"

XXX

Conflict was the lifeblood of Galar. From the moment she was born to the day she took her first step in her journey, she noticed the competitiveness of her people. Living in Galar meant living in a region filled with martial excellence. People embraced their strength, celebrated it. Raihan and Leon's rise forged a desire for quality amongst their people.

The expectations they demanded were heavy.

"Are you alright, Nessa?"

She took a long drink as she sat in a simple, but homely cafe in Hulbury. She needed it. In front of her, Sonia watched her with a concerned gaze. She smiled. Practiced. Beautiful. Reassuring.

"I am completely fine, Sonia."

Her friend didn't believe her. Was she even slipping here? Her expressions used to be so perfect. "I've been hearing talks about Rose demoting you."

"I am taking care of it."

"So they are true."

She nodded. There was no reason to lie. "Chairman Rose is expecting more from his gym leaders. It was a friendly reminder to do better. Nothing more."

"Friendly reminder," Sonia scoffed. "You were doing just fine a few months ago."

"Not anymore." She stared at her cup. "I have been losing."

"You're losing because of the pressure he put on you," Sonia said, "You're not yourself. Take a break. Please."

Nessa laughed softly. She couldn't afford to. "Maybe a small break will do me good."

"It will," she said. "Take care of yourself."

She stared at Sonia. "I will. Thank you."

"We are friends, Nessa. There is no need to thank me."

"Right." Her teasing grin tilted with amusement. "You are a real piece of work sometimes, Sonia."

"If it means making sure you're okay, I'll be as much of a piece of work as I need to be."

Ha! "I suppose so."

They finished their drinks, waved each other farewell, and walked away. It was a standard affair. Nessa's smile broke as she looked at her arena in the distance. It was her stage, her domain. She was so proud when she was given full authority over it. She thought she was finally rewarded for her efforts. The way everyone clapped when she took her first step into her position was still like a crystal-clear memory in her head.

"You will do great things, Nessa," she whispered to herself. Juggling her duties as a model and her duties as a gym leader was not easy. She knew that. "If life was easy then it wasn't worth doing."

Ha.

She didn't take that break.

XXX

"Quagsire is unable to battle!"

XXX

"What an unexpected twist! Nessa has lost!"

XXX

"It's over! Our challenger has won it all!"

XXX

Losses became common. When Golosipod fell, she returned her. She was ready to leave. She had a modeling shoot to head to in an hour. Someone cleared their throat and she turned to see Milo cross his arms and stare at her oddly.

"You're not looking like yourself, lass."

"You beat me," she said. Her rival always did. Grass beats water, after all. "No one likes losing."

"Aye," he nodded, "but you usually take your loss with a bit more, hm, cheek. You just look sad, like a little weed in a field of flowers."

"I'm busy."

"Everyone can see that," he said. "I wouldn't want to interrupt your work, but if you need any help, don't hesitate to holler."

"Thank you," she said, "but I do have to get going."

He nodded. "Take care."

"To you as well."

XXX

"What a spectacle! Our challenger wins!"

XXX

"Barraskewda's down! I repeat, Barraskewda's down!"

XXX

"The Water Badge is his! What an amazing battle!"

XXX

Snap! Snap! Snap!

"Keep it up, Ms. Rurina." Practiced, delicate movements formed a work of art. "Just like that."

Muscle memory carried her through the motions. Seductive. Innocent. Warm. Cold. She carried herself with purpose. Lidded eyes met camera lights. Beauty was like water. Constantly changing. Everyone had different tastes, different preferences. What was beauty? Answers would vary.

Bright velvet matched with light greys. The delicate balance between flesh and fabric created a tense balance. One singular misstep could dictate the reactions of those who saw her.

Thud.

"Ms. Rurina!"

"Sorry." She fell on her knees and people ran to her in worry. "My fault. I must have slipped."

You have been slipping.

She shook her head and banished away those cursed words. The photographer took her hands and helped her back up. They checked on her and noticed the small bruises on her knees. He clicked his tongue. "That won't do, that won't do."

"I can keep going."

"Not today," he shook his head, "You've been stressed lately, hon. Take the rest of the day off."

"I can't do that."

"Hon, your stress lines have stress lines. Are you even sleeping? Never mind that." The photographer began treating the scratches on her knees. She winced. "You're lucky you're so pretty. It's barely noticeable. A good night's sleep and you'll be back to your perfect self."

"Perfect, right." She smiled at him. Charming. Innocent. Practiced. "I'll do as you say then."

"Good. Now go. You have so much of your life ahead of you."

"Of course. Thank you."

XXX

"Another defeat for Nessa of Hulbury!"

XXX

"She is down! The Water Badge is theirs for the taking!"

XXX

"And there goes her Seaking!"

XXX

Training with Red was like reading hieroglyphics. He couldn't get a read on him at all.

He underestimated him at first. Hop didn't think it was a miscalculation on his part. It was two against one. Grookey against his Scorbunny and Rookidee. Even if the man was a champion, the odds were undeniably in his favor. He had a flying-type! He had a fire-type!

There was nothing to underestimate, right? This was a guaranteed victory!

Ha...

His Rookidee swooped down for a Peck. Confidence surged in the bird, blitzing speed merging with unbridled power. It was a super-effective move. It should work. Scorbunny hopped around nearby, watching and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"Jump," Red's voice broke through the silence, commanding with a sense of authority that made the grass-type obey on instinct. "Get on top of him."

It was like a jester fighting a jet plane. Shouldn't be possible. But Red made it happen.

Rookidee alone should be enough. It was not. Grookey flipped upward. Rookidee passed by, but before the poor bird could soar back up, a familiar weight landed on the flying-type. Scorbunny jumped forward and let out a hail of Ember.

It resulted in chaos. The surprised bird attempted to stabilize himself. Grookey took the reigns. Like a deranged pilot, the poor bird was forced into the coming flames. He winced. Scorbunny was blanketed by a cloud of smoke.

Thwack!

The rabbit was struck with a single Branch Poke. A dance between grass and fire began. Double Kick struck. Grookey retaliated with Scratch. His fire-type took it like a sportsman, energetic and focused. The grass-type fought like a wildman, with unbridled anarchy. Chaos clashed with order.

Scorbunny pushed Grookey back with Quick Attack. It was braced with a stick. Rookidee shook out of his daze and flew back up. Hop sighed in relief. Tag-teaming him would be for the best.

Grookey grinned before a Taunt left his lips, tongue out and expression boastful. Rookidee didn't take that kindly and surged forward with Aerial Ace. Scorbunny joined in with Ember.

"Perfect!"

This should be enough. Yes!

"Spin on the ground," Red's words broke his concentration. What? "Razor Leaf."

Fwoosh! Schink!

A barrier of sharpened leaves deflected burning fire while Rookidee took an unnatural blow that sent the flying-type into freefall.

He had never seen a technique like that before. "Eh?!"

His shattered concentration was his downfall. Scorbunny attempted to recover their offensive, a Quick Attack charging into the slowing monkey. The rabbit fell into his trap. Grookey's fading technique transitioned into a flip that pushed him behind the haggard bird.

Rookidee's eyes widened when Scorbunny crashed into him. His newest Pokemon was sent flying. It didn't take a genius to know the bird was out. Poor guy.

Thwack! Slam!

Grookey struck Scorbunny in the legs. His greatest asset crumbled under the strength of the Branch Poke. His fire-type fell onto his knees. Red had watched him fight, analyzed his Pokemon's habits, pinpointed his weaknesses, and adapted accordingly all while outnumbered and at a disadvantage.

Schink.

Scorbunny fell from one final Scratch.

Hop's jaws failed to close.

Grookey clapped. Red nodded. "Wonderfully done, Grookey." Pikachu gave the grass-type a loud applause. "Take a break. You deserve it." The monkey cheered and ran off, the electric-type tailing him.

"What was that?" Hop kept his focus on the man as he returned his Scorbunny and Rookidee.

The champion blinked. "What was what?"

"That," Hop didn't have words to describe it. He only pointed at the Grookey. "With the Razor Leaf and the spinning and the...everything. That!"

"You mean my counter shield?" Red crossed his arms, brow raised.

"That's what it's called," Hop paused to process it. "Counter shield." He tasted the word. It sounded amazing. "I've never heard of it."

"It's something I invented," he said. Hop stared at him in awe. "A strong blend of offense and defense. It's a useful tool from time to time."

"Can you teach it to me?" Something like that would be invaluable.

"I don't see why not," Red smiled. Some people would covet and keep that tactic to themselves. He shared it willingly. Hop couldn't believe his luck. "Once your Pokemon are well-rested, I'll show you how it's done."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Red."

"Thank you, Red." Hop flushed. Red offered him a bottle of water. He took it gratefully. They had been training for a while now. "I never thought to use attacks in a defensive matter like that. You're something else."

"When your opponent is better at you in almost everything, sometimes the best route to victory is to get creative." Red sat down on the fresh grass. Hop joined him. "Trainers are creatures of habit. They often have a favored tactic, a preferred win condition." The champion grabbed his water bottle and took a sip. "Strip them of their plans and you'll make it easier to deal with them."

"Destabilize them." Surprise. Shock. Break their plans. Force them to change. He rubbed his chin. "Dictate the flow of battle."

Red nodded. "This doesn't always work. Some people adapt better than others, but it can buy you time to catch your breath and think of another plan."

"And sometimes, that is all you need." Hop raised his bottle to his lips and took a small gulp. "If they can't predict your next move, it causes hesitation." And that could lead to defeat.

He was training with Red to face Milo's varied and powerful grass-types. Grookey was an ideal candidate for the job. He thought it would be easy. After all, he had a fire-type and a flying-type to help him, but Unova's greatest trainer showed him that there was more to combat than simple type advantage.

The tactical knowledge to implement and combine a Pokemon's capabilities with their skillset was something Red excelled in. His style of surprise and quick thinking was one-of-a-kind. It might even be better than Leon's! His brother was more of a strategist, but Red's technique was akin to that of a tactician.

...

W-Well, Leon was still better. Obviously.

Of course.

He shook his head. He had to reevaluate Red's talent as a champion. Seeing him fight for the first time had painted a picture of the man's performance. It was surprising that not a lot of people in Galar knew about his sponsor. Maybe he should fix that. Someone so skilled deserved to be known by all. Spreading his name around wouldn't hurt anyone and it felt like a fitting gift for the champion that backed his journey.

As he continued to listen and absorb his words, he understood his brother's fascination.

XXX

Floating aimlessly in the sea, she didn't care at first.

The way they met was akin to a riptide. Sudden and unexpected. She thought she was just another challenger, another obstacle, another loss on her record.

She remembered their first meeting. Drowning in the confines of her mind, she took refuge in soothing water. She had always found the sea calming. Where most would run from the sound of rain and thunder, she embraced it. The familiar pitter-patter of raindrops made her sleep easier. Her body relaxed, content to let the ocean carry her peacefully away.

...

Splash!

"I got you!"

Her eyes widened as thick, strong tendrils grabbed her. What. She fumbled when she was lifted into the air. Her arms flailed, her eyes scouring for the source of the chaos.

Concerned, blue eyes and dark hair met hers. Riding atop a Goodra on open water, the woman looked flawless and ethereal despite their environment. For a moment, Nessa felt outmatched in terms of grace and power. It was awe-inspiring.

"Don't worry, you're safe now."

Awe was replaced with bewilderment.

What.

The woman placed a hand on her Pokemon.

"Good catch, Goodra. Let's take her back to shore."

The dragon released a cheerful roar and she couldn't help but stare at the dragon with a scathing look. Just her luck. They thought she was drowning. She couldn't fault them either. A floating body in the open sea with its eyes closed. Foreigners that didn't know her would think she was dying. They were just being concerned citizens.

Damn it.

"Excuse me," she cleared her throat. The woman looked down, eyes widening. She smiled. Disarming. Fake. Practiced. "I wasn't drowning."

"Oh." She blinked.

XXX

Their meeting wasn't the most dignified, but it was memorable.

She came to her with good intentions. As inelegant as it was, it was the thought that counted. She was foreign to Galar. She had the right to make mistakes, to learn from them, and to move past them.

It was still amusing though. Standing on the warm, sandy beaches of her hometown, she let out a long stretch as she watched the trainer take her first step out of the water. The Goodra looked embarrassed. The woman let out a long sigh. Nessa was struck by how pretty the woman was. Her fairy-like visage was mesmerizing.

The woman had a certain charm to her. It was ephemeral and delicate, yet with a dominating allure that turned heads. Nessa had no reason to deny her attractiveness. She was beautiful.

"You must think me a fool." The woman's words caused the gym leader to smile.

No. What she attempted to do was well-meaning. She couldn't fault her for that.

Nessa shook her head. "If being concerned for others and acting on it is considered foolish," she said, "then we'd need more fools in the world."

The woman laughed. "You wouldn't be wrong." Goodra bumped her head head softly into her trainer. She soothed her with a touch. "You have nothing to apologize for, Goodra. You saw someone in trouble and tried to help. Nothing wrong with that."

Goodra let out a groan.

"You know what he would say," she said. Nessa couldn't help but detect a hint of nostalgia and longing. "Better to make a fool out of myself than to stand back if someone needs help."

Goodra nodded, content with her answer before plopping down into the sand to rest. The woman's voice was just as musical as she was pretty. Nessa had to practice her craft to forge an image that could be considered equal. She made it look so easy.

Amazing. "I am Nessa."

"Diantha," she offered her hand. She took it. "I apologize for the misunderstanding."

"There is nothing to apologize for," she said. "It was all in good intentions. Don't worry about it."

"Thank you," Diantha's smile softened. "What were you doing floating in the ocean? You could've been swept away by the currents."

"It's how I think," she said, "and I would have been fine. My Pokemon can bring me back if I am dragged away."

"Risky."

"For some. I appreciate the concern, but it is unnecessary," she said. "You don't look like you're around here." She would have taken note of someone like her. "Are you here for the Gym Challenge?"

She didn't want to battle, but it was her responsibility. The woman looked strong. To Nessa, she seemed like the ideal woman. Powerful and beautiful.

"No," she shook her head. Her eyes widened in surprise. "I am participating in the World Coronation Series this year. I thought it was a good idea. I get to explore a variety of regions while getting experience fighting some of the best."

"Admirable." Far better than her.

"I was inspired by a close friend of mine," Diantha laughed. Once more, Nessa noted a sense of longing. "He's the type to keep going. I didn't want to fall behind and I just, well, I figured that maybe... never mind." She shook her head. Nessa raised a brow. "Just an immature thought." Diantha gave her a brilliant smile. It was perfect, but also genuine. How did she do that? "Want to go get something to eat? All that swimming must have made you famished."

Nessa let out a soft laugh. "Sure."

XXX

As they talked, she couldn't help but see the woman in a new light.

She was an actress. She was one of, if not the best, trainer in Kalos. Holding two competitive careers, she wouldn't have thought it feasible. Diantha's existence proved her wrong. Balancing her love of acting with her love of combat, she prospered where most would fail. She was living her dream. She was everything Nessa wasn't.

Heads turned at their entrance. They ignored it, taking their seat and basking in the warmth of their chosen restaurant. Seafood. A specialty in her hometown. They spent their time getting to know each other as they waited for their orders.

"You're a model?" Diantha took a sip of her water.

"And gym leader." Though she was lacking in both right now.

Diantha's eyes widened before a smile graced her lips. "Now that is impressive."

She might have thought that too long ago. Nessa shrugged, "I guess."

"You guess?"

"It is difficult," she admitted. She glanced at the woman. "How did you balance your life as a model and trainer?"

"Ah," she lowered her drink and processed her words. "Well, I wouldn't lie and say it was easy. It probably would have been impossible, honestly. Splitting my attention into my two passions did hurt my performance in both."

"So you had the same problems too." Nessa looked down on her glass of water. Everything Diantha spoke of resonated with her soul. She didn't think she could find someone so similar. The weight on her shoulders alleviated at the thought.

"I did," she nodded. "I grew up watching Pokemon battles. I wanted to do that, but at the same time, I also held a flame for the acting world. There was a time in my life when I seriously considered giving them up."

"Yet you're still doing both." And thriving.

"It is because I wasn't alone," she said. Nessa considered her words. "I've had my manager with me every step of the way. I had amazing rivals who continued to push me forward. My friends made it bearable."

Friends? She recalled Sonia's worried looks. She remembered her rival's offer to help. She discarded them in the past. After all, this was her journey. It was her life. She didn't want to waste their time with something she could do alone.

But maybe she should consider it.

"Golly, look at that! Milo's Eldegoss is down!"

"Don't get your hopes up just yet! Hop still has one more Pokemon to deal with!"

She noticed Diantha's focus switch to the large television screen in the corner of the building. Nessa took a look and blinked when the cameraman diverted his attention to a man in the stands. Diantha's eyes widened.

"Rob, is that who I think it is?"

"I can't believe it. The wandering king is in Galar, John!"

"What is he doing here?!"

The commentators began explaining the man's background. It was quite extensive. So this was Hop's sponsor. He looked the part. She turned to Diantha only to freeze at the dreamy expression on the woman's face. It was subtle, barely comprehensible. No one might have even noticed, but Nessa was quite good at reading faces.

The woman let out a long sigh. Once again, Nessa noticed her longing. Diantha looked back at her and Nessa couldn't help but grin.

That was the look of a woman in love. And she had fallen hard.

"You must have had some amazing friends."

"They were great," Diantha didn't seem to notice her implications. She couldn't blame her. The woman still looked distracted by what occurred on screen. "Each one taught me invaluable lessons that I still use to this day."

When their food arrived, she watched the star of Kalos as they ate. The way the woman played with her hair, distracted and contemplative, created several assumptions in Nessa's mind. She couldn't help but be amused whenever the woman's eyes would dart back at the screen whenever that man appeared again.

For someone so mature, sophisticated, and alluring, the way she reacted to the unexpected sight of her 'friend' was adorable.

XXX

Peony learned more about his target as he traveled across the Crown Tundra. He interviewed those who saw it, taking and comparing his notes with his observations. The mystery only grew cloudier with each word.

Swift as the roaring blizzard, this thing was almost impossible to track. The people of the land agreed. Just as fast as it appeared, it would vanish in an instant. It would then appear on the other side of the tundra. No Pokemon could cross the distance in that time frame without something. People called it fast, but it could not be that impossibly quick.

It would need something, a method, a transport. There had to be a logical explanation for it. The only Pokemon he could reasonably believe might be able to accomplish such a feat was Regieleki, but with the description he was given, it was certainly not that Pokemon.

"What are you doing, papa?"

Sitting in his small study in the small abode he called home, he turned to see his nine-year-old daughter walk up to him curiously. His wide grin softened at the sight of the apple of his eye. His daughter, bless her heart, walked up to him and tried to peek at the papers on his desk. He laughed, picking the girl up and placing him on his knee. "You know me, Peonia. Dad's got a lot of work to do."

"You're looking for the Pokemon!" The girl looked at the pictures and notes with fascination.

"That's right," he grinned. "Your old man's almost done piecing it all together. I just need a few more clues."

Was it the Galarian Bird Trio? It was the most likely, but he wasn't so sure. None of the attacks that he noted looked like something that came from them. They could migrate great distances, but they lacked the speed.

"Maybe I can help," Peonia stared at the pieces of paper. Alas, she couldn't seem to comprehend his father's handwriting. Poor lass. The scrunched-up nose and narrowed eyes were too cute!

"Sure you can," he said. "It's a tricky Pokemon though. It appears and reappears everywhere and anywhere across the tundra."

Peonia's eyes widened. "Wow." She giggled. "It's like hide and seek."

Peony blinked before laughing. "Kind of, yeah." Hide and seek...Now that he thought about it, was it searching for something? He leaned forward and looked at his map. Marks littered its image. Its behavioral patterns all point that it might be. He began flipping through his notes.

Find the similarities. What are the patterns?

Hm.

Most of the people who had seen it had black hair and brown eyes, almost as if it paused to take a look at them before speeding away. There was no danger presented to the people here and judging from its routes and flight patterns, it would often soar through small settlements. It didn't look like it was familiar with the surroundings either.

It wasn't searching for something.

It was searching for someone.

His eyes narrowed.

"Hide and seek," he murmured. His daughter tilted her head in confusion. He placed a hand on her head and rubbed it affectionately. She giggled. "Exactly like hide and seek."

"Huh?"

If this was true, it could change everything.

"As expected of my daughter," he rose from his chair and raised her above his head. She giggled. "You're a genius!"

"Okay?"

He gently put her down. "Stay with Mom. I got somewhere to go!"

"Okay! Bye!"

Was this his breakthrough?

XXX

She learned more about her newest friend's fixation as they spent more time together. It was a barely noticeable thing. For the most part, Diantha focused on her work and her participation in the World Coronation.

She would catch bits and pieces of it though, especially when she was training.

What would Red do?

Red wouldn't make that mistake.

Red would do it this way.

It was nothing but whispers, mumbles, in a way that was clear that it was words only meant for herself. Nessa only caught a few of the things she said, but what she did hear, painted a clear picture.

Drednaw crashed into the ground. The water-type collided with Tyrantrum as both Pokemon used their great jaws against one another. Drednaw's formidable shell crashed into Tyrantrum's unstoppable maw. Crunch clashed with Crunch. Nessa watched as the prehistoric predator slammed into her Pokemon and with a mighty push flipped Drednaw upside down.

Before her Pokemon could flip herself back, Tyrantrum's foot slammed down with unforgiving force. Earthquake tested hard shell.

She failed.

BOOM!

Nessa sighed as Drednaw fell, limp.

"Good fight," Diantha ran to her Tyrantrum. The dinosaur roared a glorious victory cry.

Nessa allowed them their moment as she walked to Dendraw and placed a soothing hand on her Pokemon's head. "You did well." Her strongest Pokemon groaned in disappointment. She looked up at Diantha. "Good fight."

Another loss. Another defeat. She sighed. At least this one wasn't officially sanctioned. She didn't want to hear more of the chairman's concerns.

"Let's take a break here," Diantha grabbed a few things from her purse. "Are you hungry? I have some desserts with me."

She always did. The woman had a sweet tooth and was willing to share it. Nessa laughed. "I'd love some."

They sat on the open, grassy field as the Kalos star offered her a box of macarons. She took it gratefully. They sent out the rest of their Pokemon, content to let them wander during their rest. She enjoyed the peace. Their pleasant exchanges allowed her to take her mind off of her current predicament.

Topics changed easily. Their conversation flowed like a small stream, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. The only limits were the contents of their mind.

Idly, stupidly, she asked, "How do you keep going?"

Diantha stopped and looked up at the cloudy skies in thought. "What do you mean?"

"Being both a competitive trainer and actress must be exhausting."

Diantha hummed. "It is."

"How do you stay motivated?" Nessa joined her in watching the clouds above. She took note of some amusing shapes. "Your schedule must be hectic."

"You would be right," she said. She watched a cloud that resembled a Mimikyu pass by. "Balance, I guess. I find a healthy balance between work and fun to be the most fulfilling way to live."

Balance, huh? Nessa sighed before falling into the soft grass below. She stared at a Psyduck-shaped cloud in the sky in thought. "Work has always been my life."

Every single day, she would either focus on her career as a model or train her skills as a gym leader. She had grand ambitions. Wanting to be the best wasn't easy. As she grew up, she began to miss the time she had lost.

"Do you find joy in the work you do?" Diantha joined her and laid in the grass.

She gazed at an Applin-shaped cloud as she considered her words. Did she? Maybe once upon a time she did. She loved fashion. She loved being a model. She loved fighting. She couldn't imagine herself quitting being a gym leader. It was her dream and she wanted to live that life.

Reality was a cruel mistress, however. She didn't think she could be both.

"Not anymore."

"Do you want to become something else?"

She stayed silent. Memories flashed before her, of the days where she enjoyed every day to the fullest. "No."

Diantha gazed at a Ditto-shaped cloud. "You still care."

She guessed so. "I do."

"You lost the love you had for them," Diantha's words silenced her. "You need to find it again."

The way the actress said it, with patience and hidden wisdom, told her that the woman had once been through the same thing. Nessa processed her words. "And how did you find yours?"

"It wasn't easy," Diantha giggled. Nessa smiled softly in amusement. "What made you fall in love with modeling?"

"I loved their confidence," she said. Watching them pull off dazzling looks, self-assured in their identity, helped shape her youth. She wanted that for herself. To her, an ideal model's beauty wasn't skin-deep. There were layers in their strength. "I thought what they did was inspiring."

"And being a trainer?"

"I wanted to be strong," she admitted. She wanted to be the best. Seeing the bonds of the elite trainers she watched long ago made her motivated to do the same. A Pokemon's trust for their trainer was far more beautiful than anything she could ever wear. The sport held a special place in her heart. "I wanted to test myself."

Diantha nodded. "I find that looking back at what made you fall in love with it in the first place is a good place to start."

What started her love for it? What made her fall in love with the thought of trying to do both? Nessa thought in silence.

Her eyes gazed at a Milotic-shaped cloud.

A memory flashed in her mind, of a Feebas in a lake. Of a youth spent near the water, with a father who introduced her to the beauty of the ocean. She met a fish back then. Ugly and reviled by everyone, she took pity on it. She visited it every day. Despite herself, a small grin formed. What started it all...

Grow strong and show them all.

She turned her head to a lake in the distance. Diantha watched curiously as she slowly stood up. Her Pokemon stopped when she began walking toward the body of water. Nessa ignored their questioning gazes. Her every step creaked on the old, wooden dock.

The story of a Feebas was one of despair and inner strength.

Ugly, insulted, and deemed useless, they were ignored. Despite that, they were resilient, capable of living anywhere. It revealed the shallowness of human kindness. They weren't loved. To be reviled for nothing but one's looks, it was only when they began to feel warmth and compassion from those who noticed them that would they be rewarded.

Ugliness would become beauty.

But Nessa had always found Feebas to be beautiful in their own, unique way.

Her hands touched the water.

She didn't know why. Maybe she found them relatable. People would laugh, she knew, but there was truth to her thoughts.

Beauty and power.

She lived by those words.

And what Pokemon exemplifies this other than-

"Milotic."

Beneath her, bubbles emerged.

XXX

"What a sudden change! Nessa emerges victorious!"

XXX

"My word! Her newest Pokemon is on a rampage!"

XXX

"And another win for the gym leader of Hulbury!"

XXX

The mysterious Pokemon had only one settlement it didn't check. His feet crunched familiar snow as he walked through the small town of Freezington. No reports were noted here. This was the last bastion that this Pokemon would seek out. If it would be anywhere, it should be here.

He didn't know when and it might be a futile endeavor, but it was his only lead. It was looking for someone. A person. A human. He glanced at the villagers, taking note of anyone with black hair and brown eyes. Despite spending a couple of weeks investigating the reports of this unknown Pokemon, he couldn't put the puzzle pieces together.

Just why was he looking for this human?

He didn't know, but his curiosity only grew with each passing month. He sought it out in hopes of encountering a legendary Pokemon, maybe even a mythical Pokemon.

Now, he just wanted to solve this mystery once and for all.

He met the mayor, an old, wisened man. Short in stature, but large in kindness. Life in the tundra made the people here strong. He offered a smile. The mayor returned it with his own.

"Peony," he grinned. The former champion had made a name for himself in these parts. "What can I do for you?"

"I was hoping to hear any reports of a Pokemon around these parts," he took out the same blurry image and handed it to the old man. Out of anyone in Freezington, the mayor would be his best bet in gathering any information. He was wise to the Pokemon in the area and his age had allowed him to see and know things that even he wouldn't know. "I'm sure you've heard the reports of this thing all over the Crown Tundra."

"Indeed I have," the mayor chuckled. "Alas, this mystery Pokemon hasn't visited our small town."

He expected that, but he sighed nonetheless. "Guess I'm doing this the old-fashioned way."

The mayor's smile grew. "You're after this thing."

"I am curious about it."

"You and half of the Crown Tundra," he said. "I do not know what it is. I am wary of calling it a legendary or mythical Pokemon, but it is certainly growing in infamy around these parts."

"Do you know anything about it?"

"Not anything that you don't already know."

"I figured," he grumbled. "You don't mind if I stay here for a while?"

"I do not," the elder said. "You think it's coming to this town next?"

"It's been going to places where people live." It puzzled him. "Freezington's the only one left it hasn't visited."

The old man seemed to consider his words with surprise. "I did not know that. Well, we'll be glad to have you then. It hasn't done anything to the other settlements, but it wouldn't hurt for the former champion to be present when such a strong Pokemon appears."

He laughed, "Thanks. If I do come in conflict with this thing, I'll make sure the battle is far from here."

"I trust you, Peony. I know you do good work."

"I'll make sure to live up to your trust," Peony smirked.

Time to see if this small project of his would have an ending.

XXX

Hop met him again in Wyndon.

"Hop, is that you?"

"Red!"

"What are you doing here?" He blinked. "Shouldn't you be in Hulbury?"

"I'm shopping," Hop said. "The ball, you know? Rose invited me too."

"What a coincidence," he said, "because I am here for the same reason."

Heh. Hop laughed. "Why don't we do it together? They say two heads are better than one."

Especially since he didn't know what to wear either. Rose said that he didn't care and Leon only mentioned that what he wore was just fine, but if everyone else was going to dress nicely, he wasn't going to be the only one who didn't get the memo. No sir.

He didn't have an eye for fashion though. Red didn't either.

At least they'd wing it together.

"Just follow me!" Hop grinned. "I've been around Wyndon before so I know where Leon goes to get his clothes."

Red chuckled, amused. "Lead the way."

XXX

Friends.

Sophisticated, complex bonds that relied on multiple equally invested parties to put effort into their cultivation. Diantha proclaimed that it was an ointment for the stressed, a relief that could aid in the ailment of the soul.

Was it so simple as that?

"Thanks for asking us to hang out," Sonia's eyes sparkled as she inspected a nearby coat. Nigh endless clothes were offered to them. It was an impressive collection.

Bea watched Sonia with a sigh before looking at the water-type gym leader. "You normally don't ask us to join you."

"I wanted to spend some time with my friends."

"Out of the blue like this?"

It was silly, she knew. To randomly ask those she could call close confidants on a random shopping spree? She normally didn't have the time. They didn't either. While Sonia would have found a way, to see Bea here instead of training like she normally did was abnormal.

"It has been quite some time since we were all together," she said. Distant memories of younger years echoed in her mind. They were only eleven years old then. It hadn't been a long time in the grand scheme of things. They were still very young. She was only seventeen "I thought it would be nice to hang out like old times."

It sounded childish. Maybe it was. Nessa didn't think she cared.

Bea's hardened suspicion softened. She looked away with a grunt. "I guess."

Sonia grabbed a pair of sunglasses and put it on. "How do I look?"

"You don't look any different."

"As blunt as ever, Bea."

"I am only telling the truth."

"Well, Nessa and I can't be the only ones trying things on," she grabbed the martial prodigy by her shoulders. The fighter twitched at the touch before she was pushed into a rack full of dresses. "Here, put these on!"

"I don't wear dresses."

"Never bad to try new things," she said. "You'd look good in one, Bea."

Nessa rolled her eyes. "Bea would look good in anything."

"Why am I being singled out," she grumbled. "Nessa hasn't picked out anything yet either."

Sonia blinked, "Now that you mention it, you're right."

"I'm waiting for someone."

"You invited more?" Bea tilted her head. "Who else?"

"Don't tell me it's Opal or Melony," Sonia gave her a look. "I love them, but their sense of fashion is, well, rather eccentric."

"I think Melony's is fine." The martial warrior didn't say anything about Opal's, however.

Nessa laughed. "Neither."

"Who could it possibly be?"

"Me, perhaps?" The trio turned to stare at an increasingly familiar face. The water-type gym leader brightened at the sight of her.

She nodded to her. "Diantha."

"Nessa," she smiled before smiling at the other two. "I remember you. Sonia, right? You were with Leon." She offered her hand, which the woman numbly shook, surprised. Her hand moved on to the fighting specialist. "I don't believe we've met."

"Bea." She took the offered gesture firmly. The fighter watched the woman. "I didn't realize Nessa made a new friend."

"It hasn't been that long," she said.

"She tried to save me from drowning."

"You were drowning?" Sonia whipped her head to her in shock. Bea let go and gave her a look. "You? Drowning?"

"Tried," she said. "I wasn't actually drowning. She thought I was."

"Not my proudest moment."

"It was very heroic."

"I was inspired by a good friend of mine," she shrugged. "He would have done the same." She glanced at them curiously. "I was told that we'll be shopping."

"We are," Nessa nodded. "Thank you for coming."

"Thank you for having me," Diantha smiled. "I wanted to bring some Galarian outfits with me when I return to Kalos so this was perfect."

"You're from Kalos," Bea said. "That explains a few things."

"I've always wanted to go to Kalos," Sonia sighed dreamily before returning to focus on a dress in the distance.

Diantha laughed. "I encourage that you do."

"I would like to go there too," Bea nodded. "Unfortunately, I have no plans for it yet. The chairman has been hounding me to do more. I've never needed a dress until now. Stupid party."

"You could always say no."

Bea grunted, "He would ask why and I have no solid reason to deny it outside of training." She put on some comically large sunglasses. "How do I look?"

"Cute," Diantha smiled. Before Nessa knew it, Diantha had already picked out a few things nearby. She blinked. The actress had no hesitation in taking what she wanted. It was impressive.

She was lagging behind. She grabbed a large, black sun hat and put it on. Nessa looked in the mirror, admiring the contrast before keeping it for herself. They scoured the store, grabbing whatever caught their fancy. Nessa and Diantha blazed through the store like veterans, claiming their apparel with swift efficiency. Sonia excitedly looked around like a kid in a candy shop. Bea was out of her element and it showed.

The fighter huffed. "How do you guys find what you want so easily?"

"Experience," Diantha said. Nessa nodded. "Do it enough times and it becomes almost instinctual."

"That sounds like training to me," Bea was deadpan.

"I guess it does," the actress laughed. Diantha showed them a beautiful black dress. It was highlighted with tasteful dark greys and an eye-catching slit near the thighs. Attractive, maybe even daring. It was the type of dress one would pick to catch the attention of a certain someone. "What do you think of this one?"

Sonia flushed. "Wow."

"Expensive," Bea said.

Nessa smiled. "It's beautiful."

Diantha hummed before taking it with her. Nessa relaxed as she grabbed a nearby pair of jeans. When was the last time she had an outing like this? With friends, no less?

A long time.

She took a long, dark red dress from the rack and showed it to the star of Kalos. "Give me your opinion."

"You don't need my opinion to know that it's amazing," Diantha cracked a smile. "You could make wearing rags look good."

Nessa rolled her eyes. "Says the world-renowned actress with hundreds of men lining up for even a speck of your attention."

"You're exaggerating."

No, she was not. "It's kind of hard to ignore the amount of stares you've gotten whenever we're together."

"A large part of those stares would be for you too." There was some truth to her words, admittedly.

"Maybe," Nessa shrugged. A mischievous smile blossomed. Diantha watched her suspiciously. "For all the eyes on you, it's quite clear that you have your eyes on someone too."

"I am not sure I follow."

"Red."

The woman's eyes widened, a small flush in her cheeks. A small laugh left her lips. It was sly, teasing, and alluring all at the same time. There was an undertone of pain, however, and Nessa inwardly frowned at that. "Was I that obvious?"

"Just a bit."

"It wasn't my intention."

She figured. Diantha didn't seem to be actively nurturing these feelings. If anything, she was suppressing them. "You like him."

"Yes." It was a bold statement. Where others would stutter or deny their feelings, Diantha embraced it openly. She respected her for it.

"You haven't told him?"

Diantha paused, her hands playing with the piece of fabric on a bright green sundress. A rueful smile grew on her face. "He's spoken for."

It was nothing but a whisper. Sadness, longing, and regret were mixed to create a heart-wrenching picture. The normally confident star of Kalos had a look on her face that she hadn't seen before.

The longing in her voice. The regret in her tone. The tinged sadness, of what could be, if she was only a little faster, if only she told him sooner. Would things be different? She watched him from a distance, content to let him embrace the love of another. Isolating and choking her feelings for him, she did her best to starve out what attraction she had left.

One rose blossomed while another wilted. A tragedy.

Nessa was silent.

She was hurting inside. What could she even offer as advice? Perhaps, in time, that pain would dull until there was nothing left. She would move on, eventually. Time healed all wounds.

She opened her mouth, but her voice failed. She didn't know what to say.

She didn't need to.

Because they saw someone that caused them both to freeze.

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The universe had a twisted sense of humor.

"So what are we looking for?"

"Clothes, Hop."

"I should have specified."

From a glance, he looked like an ordinary man. With eyes of amber that shined like dark gold, sun-kissed skin, and black hair, he fitted the look of a Pokemon trainer. She knew there was more to him than meets the eye.

It would take an exceptional man to make Diantha fall in love. Even if he wasn't aware of it.

"Red?" Diantha's voice was filled with surprise. Despite Nessa's efforts, she couldn't detect a single hint of longing within it. She must have long perfected the art of burying her feelings in front of him. She masked her attraction with a teasing, sly persona. As expected of an actor like her.

The man's eyes widened before turning to see her. "Diantha."

"Fancy seeing you here." The woman's body seemed to be light and alert with his presence. The sight of him still gave her butterflies. Red was blind to it. "I didn't take you as someone that goes around places like these."

"It's for a special occasion," Red laughed. "I need something to wear for a party."

"Do you need help?"

He blinked. "Sure." He smiled and Nessa couldn't help but watch Diantha's body relax. Unintentional. She probably didn't even notice. "You probably know more about this than me."

"Don't count yourself short," she laughed. Genuine and mirthful. The gym leader was shocked. "This is Nessa by the way."

She nodded when he focused on her. "Hello."

"Hi," he offered his hand. She took it. "Red."

"I've heard," she said. She looked at the smaller kid who looked confused and lost. "And this is?"

"The name's Hop!" He smirked. Was this Leon's little brother? "Nice to meet you!"

She smiled. "I heard you beat Milo."

"It was a hard-fought fight," Hop scratched his cheek, "but I managed. Somehow."

"I'll see you next then."

His jaw dropped. "You're the Hulbury gym leader?"

"Mhm."

He groaned. "Just my luck."

"If you can take on Milo, you can take on me," she said offhandedly, her attention focused on the actress dragging the champion to several spots. Diantha was in her element, taking and handing him what she thought would look good. Red was content to be swept by the star. It felt like they had done this before.

It was cute.

She knew the actress wouldn't approve of the thought. They were just friends, after all.

"This is a lot, Diantha."

"It is better to try as many different outfits as possible," she said. "It makes it easier to pick the best one."

For most people, that was true. Diantha, however, was so good that it was unnecessary most of the time. She could look at a combination of different clothes and know immediately. The woman just wanted to see the man in different apparel. It was an opportunity, one that she shamelessly used.

Red's ignorance of fashion did little to help. He trusted her judgment and shrugged. "Alright."

Hop ran off to do his own thing. Nessa took this time to watch as Diantha pushed Red into a changing room. Different outfits were swapped at a rapid pace as both worked together to find something for the event. The man held a surprising amount of patience. Most people would have had trouble keeping up with the star's actions. It was a testament to their trust in each other, she supposed.

"You should wear some of these outfits more often." Diantha's eyes shined as Red came out with a deep blue long coat. A black shirt and trousers were coupled with a pair of dark brown dress shoes. Diantha forced him to remove his hat, much to the man's chagrin. She took a step forward, her hands gently combing through his hair as she did her best to touch him up with the tools she had. "You're quite handsome if you put the effort in."

She wasn't lying. He was a traveler and while he had no obvious musculature, the journey had made him fit and healthy. With his normal clothes, he looked the part of a wanderer, practical and efficient. How he looked was the least of his worries.

Now, however, his amber eyes sparkled a brilliant hue. His coat emphasized his sleek yet strong frame and his smooth, long pants made him look taller. Diantha's touch-up on his black locks, pushing it back to reveal more of the matured contours of his face gave him a roguish and noble visage. It reminded her of a black prince. It was a stark contrast from the traveler aesthetic he had going on.

The star of Kalos gently grabbed the necklace holding Red's Mega Fang and put it around his neck.

Regal, heroic, mysterious. All attractive traits. He pulled off the look well.

He grinned. His new look made what normally would have been charming into something playful. "You think so?"

"Mhm," Diantha's eyes lingered on his lips before she took a step back. "I think we'll go with this one."

Red stared at himself in the mirror. "It's expensive." Red chuckled. "But since you chose it, I am sure it will be worth it."

"It will be," she crossed her arms. "You'll make Cynthia a very happy woman, I can guarantee it."

He laughed. "And what about you? Got any special person in your life?"

"Maybe," she said, teasing. "But alas, he's not someone I can pursue for a variety of reasons."

"His loss."

"More like mine, unfortunately." A rosy tint painted the star's cheeks before she rolled her eyes and pushed him back into the changing room. "Now go and change back."

"Sure," Red said. "Thanks again, Diantha. You're the best."

"I know." The door closed. Nessa watched the actress's smile soften the moment the man returned to the privacy of the room. The star glanced at her. The gym leader stared back. A silent conversation was exchanged between them. After a moment, the actress sighed. "I'm not over him."

"Yeah."

Nessa's words made the actress cover her face in shame.

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"And after an exhilarating battle, Nessa emerges victorious!"

XXX

"That Drednaw is something else, eh?"

XXX

"Once more, the beautiful Hulbury gym leader takes it!"

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"Man!" Hop dropped to his knees. He ignored the rain as he raised his pokeball and returned a passed-out Raboot. The drenched battlefield began to fade. It was only when he finally fell did he noticed the roaring sound of the stadium.

What an overwhelming defeat!

Nessa reached him. A hand fell on her hip as she nodded. "Well-fought."

She offered a hand. He took it and was pulled back up. "Not enough to win."

"Enough to show promise." Nessa grinned. "You used some interesting techniques. What did you call out back there?"

"Counter shield?" Hop tilted his head.

"That."

He smirked. "Red taught me that one. Pretty handy, eh?"

"Red did, hm?" She blinked. "Making up for your lack of experience through unorthodox and off-the-wall tactics is rather ingenious."

"Got to make up for my weaknesses somehow," Hop laughed. "Leon's teachings are great and I use them plenty, but I learned that some of them are useful because Leon is the way he is. I'm not him." He could never be him. "But Mr. Satoshi is different. Creativity is his forte. There is always a way to win, I just have to figure it out."

"Creativity." Nessa paused. "Unpredictability through discovery."

Red wasn't with him now, but during the time that he was, he absorbed whatever he could. The man was everything he wanted to be. Hop laughed. "Yeah. Unpredictable. That's a good word to describe him."

The more he learned about him, the more his truths and foundations were tested. Everything he knew about battling was broken and rebuilt. It was refined, reforged, and reinforced into something stronger.

During his free time, he got to watch some of Red's past fights. He missed out on a whole world's battling scene! He didn't realize people like Cynthia, Lance, Steven, Red, and so much more existed.

Maybe the battle between Leon and Red would be much closer than he expected.

It baffled his mind.

"I might pick it up for myself," Nessa mused. He couldn't help but note the spark of competitiveness in the woman's eyes.

His grin widened. "You should check out some of the fights Red had done in the past. You might learn something from them." He would spread the good word of his sponsor through all of Galar. People needed to know more about him! That was the least he could do.

"Maybe I will," she crossed her arms before giving him a small smirk. "Is it really wise of you to tell your opponent how to get stronger?"

"Probably not," Hop laughed, "but Red said I should always challenge someone at their peak. I want to beat you at your best."

"My best," Nessa mused. She laughed. "Sure. I look forward to our rematch."

Every defeat was just a lesson to grow stronger.

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"Nessa just can't be stopped!"

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"It's another win!"

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"A rising star of Galar! She does it again!"

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He was just one of many people he took with him on his various adven-tours near Freezington. Foreigners and even natives had always been curious about the neighboring and frigid land of Galar. As he spent time waiting for his research to conclude, he would spend his days teaching those interested in the fascinating phenomena known as the Crown Tundra.

It was a dangerous land, filled with strife and merciless weather, but inside the cold, frigid layers was a trove of knowledge and undiscovered history. Peony didn't think much of it when the man wanted to participate in a short expedition in the tundra. He made it clear he wanted to learn and embrace the Galarian culture. A simple traveler who wanted to enjoy what the region had to offer.

He called himself Red. While the name befuddled him, he alongside a myriad of others, followed him through the desolate, cold wastelands of the tundra.

"Tough weather, huh?" Peony grinned. His cheery attitude was a small comfort for his fellow explorers. "Despite what it looks like, it used to be a lot worse."

A woman shivered. "How could it be a lot worse than this?"

"It used to be almost uninhabitable," Peony laughed. "It might as well have been. Only human grit and ingenuity allowed them to somewhat live here and even then, only a small population was willing to call this place their home."

"Did something happen to change that?" The man, Red, looked around the beautiful, sparkling snow with fascination. The myriad of Pokemon here were strong and hardy.

Peony grinned. "Yep. A Legendary Pokemon turned our once hazardous wasteland into a thriving, plentiful wasteland. It can be rough sometimes, but compared to what it could have been, it is essentially paradise."

"What kind of Pokemon could do something like that?" Someone asked.

Peony winked. "The King of Bountiful Harvests, of course."

"A lofty title," Red said.

"All deserved," he chuckled. "You see, this Pokemon was injured. How or why, we did not know, but the people of the land took care of it. Grateful for their intervention, the king blessed the land with life. An almost divine feat that made the people worship it. Its name was Calyrex and its name echoes in this place's history as the Crown Tundra's god."

A man scoffed. "No Pokemon can do all of that."

"His existence is up to debate." Peony laughed. "It might be truth. It might be fiction. Who knows? It was a long time ago. What we do know, however, is that this place is a hotspot for many extraordinarily rare Pokemon."

"Like that one-of-a-kind Pokemon that's been spotted around here." Another woman perked up.

"Exactly like that one," Peony blinked. Did the rumors cross the tundra and reach the people of Galar?

"Is it true? That it can appear anywhere and everywhere? That it can soar through the sky at speeds so fast that no one was able to capture even a clear image of it?"

"All true," he chuckled. "While the weather played a part in how well-hidden it is, the way it appears across the tundra is still a mystery. I personally think it bends space and time to do so. Perhaps by teleportation. Maybe by cutting through space, like a portal."

"Like a wormhole." The way Red said it gave him pause.

"Wormhole," Peony tasted the word. It did fit. He grinned. "Yeah, like a wormhole."

He continued the adven-tour, passing by small structures and monuments. He wasn't a particularly good orator. When it came to speaking, his brother was his superior. However, his time as a champion had refined the art, and when it came to things that he was passionate about, he was more than happy to share in his joy.

His fellow explorers took a small break, taking in the natural splendor of the region while eating their lunch. He joined them. The people were happy. He was glad for that.

One of them, however, had fallen silent ever since their conversation. Peony glanced as Red and Pikachu ate a small distance away from them. The topic had made them contemplative. It was curious.

With a heave, he took a seat next to them. Pikachu perked up at the sight of the former champion. Red offered a small smile.

He grinned. "What do you think of my adven-tour so far?"

"Adven-tour," Red mused. "I like it. The name, especially."

Ha! He cracked a smile. "Thanks." He slumped in defeat. "My daughter didn't think so though." She thought it was stupid. Man.

He laughed. "I'm sure she'll get used to it in time." He took a bite of a rice ball. It smelled great. Did he cook that himself? "The idea of guiding a bunch of people through the Crown Tundra and teaching them about its history is a great idea. What made you come up with it?"

"When I was a kid, I traveled all over Galar," he grinned. "The sense of exploration was addicting. Discovering something unfamiliar, making new friends, and finding unique Pokemon were something that I loved to do. I guess it stuck with me as I grew older." He took out his thermos and took a long sip. "I settled down, of course. I have a family now so I can't spend my days wandering around to places I have never been to, but life is full of compromises. Working like this, I can still feel a bit of that wanderlust without worrying my family."

Red processed his words with a thoughtful expression. A soft smile blossomed on his face. "That's good."

His words seemed to have struck a chord with him. Peony grinned. The man had the heart of a traveler. He could tell. "It also wasn't a bad idea. I want to learn more about the Legendary Pokemon that inhabit this region and encouraging expeditions that allow me to travel throughout the tundra allowed me to hit two birds with one stone."

"And you think the Pokemon that has been reported all over the tundra is one of them?"

"Maybe," he shrugged. "It's certainly strong and weird enough to do things reminiscent of one. Not many Pokemon can distort space with such a degree."

"And you are sure it is space that it warps?"

"It's my best theory."

Red's eyes sharpened for a moment before the look vanished in an instant. Peony almost thought he hallucinated it. "Space and time are very similar. Some even call it the same thing."

Peony paused. "You would be right." That would be space-time, he supposed. They were two sides of the same coin.

"Perhaps whatever happened in the Crown Tundra in the past has made it susceptible to this phenomenon," Red mused. "It can explain why it is a gathering spot for some rather curious Pokemon."

Something thundered in the distance. Peony turned to look behind him and his eyes widened.

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Peony was on his feet as the space above them warped and distorted. A portal formed out of nowhere. It boggled the mind. The people around him muttered. Red fixed his gaze straight at it, fists clenched.

He had never seen or heard of this phenomenon before. Was it a portal? No, it was similar, but it was not. It looked more like-

Like a wormhole.

Exactly a wormhole. His eyes switched to Red who stared at it, unfazed. No reaction. He knew these things existed? A million questions began popping up in Peony's mind. Every word that left the man's lips was recalled.

His body froze when something came out.

Violet pinions and steel-like stingers descended on an insectoid body. It looked deadly, alien. His fingers itched for his pokeballs. This had to be the never-before-seen Pokemon. He had no idea what it was.

Just to be safe, however, he took out his pokedex.

Error.

Yep. This had to be it.

His body tensed when the Pokemon was instantly in front of them. His speed was no joke. It was fast! It was so close! He could feel the noxious aura it radiated. It looked out of this world. It wasn't a native. He knew that deep in his bones.

A Pokemon from a different planet. The possibilities were endless.

It released a screech. The twisted, unnatural sound that emanated out of its carapace made his skin crawl. His hand slowly reached for Copperajah's pokeball. Reports didn't say it was hostile, but its behavior was eerie. If he needed to protect himself and the people around him, he would-

"Naganadel." Red's voice broke through his concentration. The young man's hand slackened as his eyes stared at the Pokemon with unrivaled shock. Pikachu was much the same. Something flashed in the man's eyes.

Peony froze. How did he know what it was called? Wait.

Black hair. Brown eyes. His eyes widened.

Naganadel screeched once more and much to the former champion's shock, the alien Pokemon rubbed his head into the trainer's cheek. "How did you..."

It let out a small cry.

"You followed me," his eyes widened. Peony watched the interaction in bewilderment. He wasn't alone. Some of the people around were recording this anomaly. Others hid, their eyes captivated by a Pokemon they had never seen. Red softened. "You must have been through a lot, huh?"

The Pokemon rumbled lightly. The trainer traced a deep, gouging scar that went through the Pokemon's visor-like eyes.

"You should be home, with the other Poipole and Naganadel." His words were almost a whisper. It held concern and confusion. Peony was too busy freaking out with the fact there were possibly more of them to try and decipher anything else.

Naganadel shook its head.

"Someone must've helped you get here. Was it the Voice of the Forest?" It screeched again. "I see. You didn't need to do that."

It shook its head again.

"You want to help. I won't say no." Something similar to hope peaked out of the man's eyes. He grinned. It was meant to be teasing. It looked more haunting than anything else. "Is anyone else...?" At Naganadel's silence, the hope in his eyes left him. "Right. It's silly of me to think otherwise. You would be the only one that would realistically be able to. Sorry. Welcome back, Naganadel. We're glad to have you."

It roared an alien cry before the strange Pokemon floated back up and with one swift motion, flicked one of Red's pokeballs off his bag and tapped it. Peony could only watch as it vanished into the confines of the machine. The people around them were speechless.

"You probably have a lot of questions."

Peony cleared his throat. "That would be an understatement, but you would be right."

Red sighed.

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Her newest friend had left Galar. While she would have loved her to stay, she knew the actress had to take on people from all over the world. Her trip to Galar had already lasted longer than expected. Their time together was brief, but it was fulfilling.

She taught her a lot. Nessa would forever be grateful for her wisdom.

Confidence surged like raging water. The tide of her career changed. Victories became more common. She felt like she could take on the world. She could see the peak. The insurmountable mountain that was Leon felt closer than ever.

The peerless would find a peer.

The best would be tested by those willing.

She would be there when it happened.

The crown was the goal, but she knew that Leon wasn't the only one to watch out for. The climb to the top would require that she confront a myriad of challenges. Every step would be met with a new obstacle. She would embrace it.

She met him again. The only difference was that it was just the two of them.

Sitting on a bench, the familiar sight of Pikachu was perched atop his shoulder. A Corvisquire flew overhead while a Grookey and Applin played nearby. They were outside of Wedgehurst Station. Red seemed to be waiting for his ride. Seeing him here was an odd sight. Where was he going?

Nessa wouldn't mind finding out. She sat beside him. The newspaper in his hand tensed from her presence. He noticed her. "So you're the person I should blame for my fight with Hop."

Red smiled. "Everything he's done was due to his efforts alone."

"Right," Nessa grinned. "He seems to be taking in your philosophy like a Magikarp to water. A lot of his combat style could be attributed to you."

"He puts his own twist on it," Red laughed. "He takes lessons from Leon and blends it with my own. It's a unique way to fight."

A terrifying one. "Should I be concerned?"

"Maybe," he said, "but I don't think you should be that worried."

"Really?"

"You've been doing well for yourself too."

"I didn't know that Unova's best knew about me."

"Diantha told me." His words made her blink. "If she says you've been growing as a trainer, I don't doubt it."

"She is the reason for that." She was indebted to her. Nessa grew a priceless bond with the Kalos star. "I should thank you as well."

He looked at her oddly. "I did nothing."

Most people would agree. She shrugged. "She wouldn't be in Galar if she wasn't inspired by a certain someone to grow stronger."

"That could be anyone."

No. Not anyone.

"Do you know how we met?" Nessa looked at him. "She tried to save me even when I didn't need it. Something that she might not have done if not for you."

"She would have done it, regardless."

"Better to make a fool out of myself than to stand back if someone needs help." Her words caused Red's eyes to widen. She grinned. Amused. Genuine. "So you do recognize those words. I figured it was you. She didn't necessarily hide it well."

He sighed. "What are you getting at?"

"You are her hero." Her guardian and friend. His presence made her feel safe. "She cares for you a lot."

"She's a good friend."

Friend. Right. The density of this man. This time though, it was a good thing. Diantha didn't want to ruin what she had with him. She would never do anything to sabotage Red's relationship either. The actress was not that kind of woman. Nessa knew that. It was a good thing that wasn't her intention.

"Whatever happens," Nessa watched as a flying taxi neared them, "whatever she plans to do, all I ask is that you continue to be her friend."

Diantha wanted to be with him. It didn't matter if it meant being his friend or his lover. As long as she was in his life and he was in hers, she would be content. Nessa didn't know the future. Maybe she would tell him her feelings, to find closure from the confines of her heart. Maybe she wouldn't. Whatever the case, she was her friend and Nessa would look out for her. It was the least she could do.

Red stayed silent. "I understand." His eyes softened. "I will."

"Thank you."

The flying taxi landed. The driver called out to him. She briefly heard their words. He was heading to the Isle of Armor. After retrieving his Pokemon, he grabbed his things and headed for the transport. She watched him go.

Chapter 13 Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

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The first time he heard of the King of Unova, it was accidental.

Isolated as his home was, he caught inklings of the outside world from the Pokemon that came to him. They would speak to him, regaling him with stories of a barbaric world. Violence was rampant. Cruelty was common. Brutality was encouraged.

They called it ruthless. A society built upon a master-and-servant relationship where Pokemon were forced into acts of depravity that N could only imagine.

It broke his heart.

Ghetsis told him, many times, that he would rise to a throne immemorial. His reign would break the cycle of hatred and his kingship would rebuild the world into an era where people and Pokemon would be peers. It would be a kingdom of peace. Ghetsis was certain that he would become a king that history would never forget.

It was a lofty goal, but it didn't sit well with him.

N didn't want to be a king. A king's authority could be abused. If a new society should be formed for the sake of equality between people and Pokemon then a king would be contradictory to what he believed in.

No, N didn't want to be king. It was against his ideals to be king.

But as Ghetsis appeared once more with brutalized Pokemon with injuries so dire that N was surprised they were not fatal, N couldn't help but consider his father's words with more care.

He didn't want to be king, but if being king was the only way to stop seeing his friends get hurt over and over again, then he would be king.

As he treated the wounds of a Timburr, he would first hear of another.

Thank you, the fighting-type's breathing relaxed as N took care of the worst of his wounds. Praise the King of Unova for people like you.

It first caught him by surprise. After all, his father said that there was no king. Not yet.

"Unova has a king?"

Yes, Timburr's eyes sparkled even when his body begged for rest. A strong king. Powerful.

Strong. Powerful.

Again, with those words. N was not surprised that a king would have to be powerful in such a society. For a tyrant to rule with an iron fist, they must be feared. He must be a monster amongst monsters.

"I was unaware that we had a king in Unova," the seventeen-year-old N wrapped Timburr's injured arm with trained ease.

The Pokemon winced but nodded. He is a new king.

That explained why other Pokemon never mentioned him.

"You seem to adore him."

It was the goal of my trainer and I to beat him in the Pokemon League, he explained. The Pokemon League. N heard of them before. One of the many sources of violence in the outside world. It was my dream. I wanted to be that strong too. That is why I was caught, to have a trainer like the King of Unova help me reach my dreams.

The pained look in the Pokemon's eyes spoke of haunted memories. N offered a sad smile. "What happened?"

I was nothing but a tool, Timburr sighed, I was too weak. My trainer was frustrated and...

"I understand," N cut him off. He did not want to bring back awful memories. It wasn't in his nature to see his friends suffer in front of him. Perhaps fonder memories would help. "Tell me more about this King of Unova."

Timburr brightened and quickly regaled him of the hottest topic happening in the outside world.

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His glory days were behind him.

Spending his later years sharing his wisdom with those who came after, Mustard would be the first to declare that he had a life well-spent. He had achieved his dreams, married a beautiful woman, started a family, and met a variety of trainers. He had the honor of teaching some of them!

The people of this world were vast, numerous beyond comprehension. He had seen every personality fathomable. His reign was prosperous, the longest Galar had ever had. He was able to see so many warriors rise to the occasion. He had seen many fall.

He was there when Peony took the throne. He was there when Rose became chairman. He was there when Peony put down his crown to raise a family of his own and he was there when Leon inherited Galar's competitive spirit and did the impossible.

Amazing trainers rose to replace the old. It was good to see.

Generations passed him. The prime of his life was no more. Yeah, he was getting a bit old. He still taught and he embraced his role, but as days passed by, aches and exhaustion became familiar companions. His discipline had allowed him to retain some of his strength, but it wasn't going to last. There would come a day when he would put down his belt and allow his tired muscles to rest.

But today was not that day!

He stretched his arms as he waited for his numerous students to flood into the dojo. A few familiar faces. A few new ones. Students come and go. It was the nature of his trade. His wife was in charge of recruitment. He took care of the training.

It seemed like a standard day. He waited for all his students to change into the dojo's iconic yellow garb before starting with the basic routine for his students. He forced all of them on a run. Both trainer and Pokemon must be physically adept, after all. A standard affair. He would have joined them. He sometimes still did. Alas, his wife would kill him if he did it every time.

He sat down by the entrance of his dojo as he forced the poor lads to lap around the dojo alongside their Pokemon. It was easy. Simple. Some might say too simple, but simplicity has a complexity of its own.

Run laps around my dojo until you fall!

First-timers would look at him in confusion. Those who have had this exercise done before could only groan. Yes, yes, pout and whine all you want, but this test of endurance was necessary! They should thank him. He only did this every once in a while, usually when there was a large influx of new students.

It was basic, but it proved useful. He could see who needed more help and who did not. Many trainers only believed that the strength of their Pokemon mattered. In some schools of thought, it might be true. In his, the trainer must be just as competent. Anyone who disagreed with him was free to leave.

So they ran.

And ran.

And they would keep running until they had nothing left to give.

It was always interesting to see. Most of the time, it was the trainers who would fall first, their bodies not used to the same training that they forced their Pokemon. Sometimes, it would be the Pokemon. While uncommon, some Pokemon were more adept than others when it came to physical exertion. Regardless of who fell first, neither was allowed to leave until both the trainer and their Pokemon were down.

Some might consider this a waste of time for those who fell early, but he wanted to teach them perspective. He wanted to show the trainers the discipline and the strength of their Pokemon who were still trudging through the dirt and soil despite their trainer's weaknesses. He wanted to inspire the Pokemon who fell before their human with the will and effort their trainers put in.

It gave them a brand new point of view. It would inspire some and would force them to take his teachings more seriously.

Thud.

More fell.

Thud.

And more continued to fall.

He nodded as some packed up their things. It was the only thing done today so the ones who were done were allowed to leave

Thud.

More continued to fall.

Thud.

Within the first three hours, already half were down for the count. He chuckled at that. Rookie numbers! Kids these days weren't used to the roads they traveled. Back in his time, it would maybe take a full twelve hours before he began to sweat from something so simple as this.

He paused.

Did that make him sound old?

Urk.

He was the living embodiment of youth, thank you very much.

Thud.

A boy dropped to his knees, taking deep, gasping breaths. Blonde hair was drenched with sweat. That psychic fellow, Avery, he recalled. He remembered him well. The poor soul came into his dojo in a desperate attempt to grow stronger. Alas, his thin frame didn't help him in adapting to Mustard's methods, but the old man respected his tenacity. This was his best record yet.

He remembered when the boy fell five minutes into the run. Mustard was pretty sure that was the fastest anyone had ever failed to do this exercise.

Good for him. A solid four hours? Nicely done, young man.

More continued to fall.

Thud.

A girl fell, head up and her chest heaving, as her hands grasped for the nearest beverage. Her vibrant pink was hard to hide in the sweltering sun. For a woman with aspirations for the bigger things in life, it was impressive that she had gone this far. He didn't expect her to stick to his dojo the moment she realized that he wasn't the nice, old man that she thought he was, but her persistence made him gain some respect for her.

The first time she fell, she complained that she was close to death ten minutes in. An exaggeration, but it was amusing to watch.

Four and a half hours was a solid run for her. Despite her rather virulent personality, she was steadily bettering herself.

Thud.

Six hours in and only a few were left. Usually most would fall here. On average, eight to ten hours would be the limit for most if not all of an average class. The Pokemon might be able to go for longer. It often depends.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Thud.

Ten hours in and Kubfu dropped to his knees. The little fighter was strong, tireless, and quite prodigious. As expected of the baby martial artist. He still had a lot to learn and that was made clear when the fighting-type groaned in exhaustion. The little pout on his face as he marched back to him was amusing as it was cute.

Usually, that would be it. Kubfu would often be the last one standing. When he glanced to look at who was left, he could only note his surprise when a single man and his Pokemon were all that remained. A rather youthful fellow and someone he hadn't recognized before. Must be a new student. His eyes raised at the way the man breathed. It was steady, consistent, and practiced.

A light sheen of sweat glossed over his skin, but despite all of that, he kept his eyes forward and his form didn't falter.

It had been quite some time since he had a student who had the endurance to reach this far. Far stronger and more muscular students attempted this routine only to fall far earlier than this man. His excellent technique certainly helped.

Something he always taught his students was that a perfect form was better than brute force. He probably didn't need to teach this particular student that.

Thud.

The man's Pokemon weren't so lucky, however. Grookey and Applin sat by the side as they watched their comrades continue to run. The two Pokemon looked in awe as Corvisquire and Pikachu followed close behind their trainer.

It was impressive, he would admit.

Though the bird was slowly struggling to keep up.

Thud.

Yep.

The Corvisquire put up a good fight but the lad had eventually run out of steam eleven hours in. It was a good effort. He was sure once he evolved into a Corviknight, he would fare much better. The icons of the flying taxi could fly for days if needed.

Mustard continued to stay in place and wait for the inevitable thud of the last two.

One hour passed.

...

Then another.

...

And then another.

Mustard opened his eyes to watch the sun slowly fall. It had been fourteen hours. The man was beginning to take deeper breaths, but the focus in his eyes was still blazing with fresh fervor. The Pikachu beside him was similar.

Fourteen hours.

Without food.

Without rest.

Without drink.

It was almost inhuman, their endurance. Grookey, Corvisquire, and Applin continued to watch and rest as their last two allies continued to trudge on. They looked ready to run again and indeed, after seeing their friends persevere, they decided to join in once more.

Normally he wouldn't allow this, but as they were the only ones left, he would let it pass. The sight of allies joining you once again seemed to give the man a second wind, somehow, and despite the darkness, the old man noted a wide grin on the man's face.

He was going to break all the records in his dojo, he knew. He was close.

Could he do it?

Another hour passed.

...

Then another.

...

Another.

Seventeen hours. It had gotten to the point that his wife came to visit him, confused as to what had taken him so long to return. He laughed. His only response was to point to the man that was still running.

His chest was laboring. His black hair was drenched in sweat. He was slowing down.

But his eyes were still focused.

And most importantly, he had just completed another lap around his dojo.

That damn Pikachu too had just done the same.

"They've been doing this all day?" Honey covered her mouth in shock. Her wife gave him a scorching glare and he tensed. What'd he do now? "And he hasn't eaten? He hasn't had a drink? What are you doing to your poor students?"

He raised his hands in surrender. "Most people would have given in by now."

To be able to move in this state, without sustenance to restore what he had lost, was impressive. What condition had the man and mouse been through to be able to do something like this? They had to have been through something similar to be able to accomplish something like this.

He wouldn't believe it, otherwise.

Still, his wife was right. Mustard was fascinated by how far he could go, but he also didn't want to kill his students. He wasn't a monster.

Some of his students would disagree. Heh.

Thud.

The Grookey fell again. Perfect. He hollered at the grass-type. The starter perked up and walked over when he noted the cups of water placed beside the old teacher. "I got a favor to ask you." He grinned and handed the grass-type some water. "Hand these back to your trainer and his Pokemon."

Grookey gave a salute before taking the cups and running to reach his fellow comrades-in-arms. The man's eyes widened at the sight before giving his Pokemon a grateful grin. The water seemed to have revitalized them somewhat. Uh oh. Honey looked at her husband in disapproval. "That's not what I meant."

She wanted to stop it altogether. "I know." The elderly man watched the man continue to run another lap. "But he is so close."

Twenty-four hours. That was the record to beat. It was his record. During the glory days when he was in his prime, it was his gold standard. It was impossible for him now. While he could still run laps around most students, he could no longer run as far and as long as he could back then.

"Mustard, dear."

"I'll watch over him, Honey. It's fine." Mustard could tell when someone was running on fumes. This man still had some left in him.

She crossed her arms but nodded. "Fine but if this boy starts vomiting blood, you're paying for all the damages and I want you on your knees apologizing to him."

"I promise," he laughed. The earnestness of his tone pierced her glare and she sighed. With one final look, she left them to his own devices.

Another hour passed.

And then another.

Thud.

Applin and Corvisquire were out for the count again. The man and his Pikachu continued running.

Nineteen hours. The man was getting tired now, but sheer will seemed to keep him going. It was boggling. This duo must have been through something alright to be able to go this long.

They kept going.

Running.

Sheer, unrelenting, refined focus.

Mustard watched light peek out in the distance. The morning sun embraced them as they were coated in warm rays. He briefly wondered what went through their minds as they ran. What made them so determined? What motivated them to do something like this?

That state of mind must be quite something.

Thud.

The man and mouse both fell at the same time. Drenched in sweat, their breaths labored, and their eyes lidded, it was a miracle that they didn't knock themselves out from exhaustion.

Twenty-two hours. Almost twenty-three. Very close. Something like that was unprecedented. No other student, past or present, had reached such a number. He could do a full twenty-four after preparing for it. They didn't have the same courtesy. He brought this up out of the blue and they did this well? Genuinely impressive.

Mustard walked up to them. His other Pokemon joined him, offering them glasses of water and snacks from the man's bag. Much deserved. Man and Pikachu gratefully took it and scarfed it down with little grace.

He cracked a smile. Behind him, the small Kubfu could only stare at the duo with surprise. The little fighter was rarely impressed. For the most part, his small fighting prodigy far surpassed a good portion of Mustard's students.

"What's your name?"

Red took a large gulp of water before lowering it and offering his hand. "Red."

Red, hm? He took the hand. He'd keep an eye on that one.

"You must be hungry." Probably sleepy as well. "Let's head back to the dojo. I'll feed you and your Pokemon and give you a place to rest."

He blinked. "Thank you."

"Thank my wife," he grinned. "She would kill me if I didn't give you this much."

Red cracked a smile. "Was that what I saw back there?"

So he was still alert enough to notice that. "Mhm." He sniffed him before making a face. "You probably should take a shower first. I don't mind it." It reminded him of the old times. "But the missus most certainly will and you know what they say, lad. A happy wife is a happy life."

The man rose and nodded. "You're not wrong."

"I am your newest sensei. Of course, I'm not wrong."

It was funny. He thought he had run out of exceptional students to teach. After teaching some amazing people like Kabu, Raihan, and Leon, he figured he had seen and met with the best the world could offer. This was it for him.

But perhaps his old bones have enough left for one more.

XXX

Kubfu's sensei once said training was like a mountain. A really tall mountain. There was a peak, a destination, but it was one that most would never be able to reach. He called it an impossible journey. To be the best, you must understand that sacrifices were needed and as you climbed up the mountain, you must give up more and more.

Eventually, each step would be heavy and the load would become unbearable. He would reach a point where he wouldn't be willing to sacrifice something to take the next step.

That was what his sensei, Mustard, said.

Those laps were a symbol of that journey. The steps would be light at first. When Pokemon and trainer begin to run, however, their steps would take more effort. It was a test. What were you willing to sacrifice to keep going?

It wasn't just physical. It was mental, spiritual. His sensei said that the hardest thing to master was discipline and technique.

The mind would say, "I've had enough. We're done. Our body cannot take much more."

The body would agree and scream, "I tire. Our muscles burn. Every breath is a struggle."

But the soul, the heart, must argue, "I can keep going."

Strength begets strength. Power earned was power deserved. Training gave way to might. The ache and sores were an omen. It was up to the soul to dictate if it was enough.

His sensei told him to never ignore the warnings of the body, but he must also master it, to know when he actually needed to stop or when he could take that extra step.

He thought he had mastered this lesson.

It turned out he was still a novice, a pupil in the lesson of power and sacrifice.

He had never scaled that mountain.

Kubfu sat with his sensei and his mate. Food was nutritious. It was sustenance. It helped soothe the spirit and recover the body. It was energy and he needed it to train. It was one of his favorite things.

On the other side of the table, the man who had beaten him sat down. The human rested well after performing the bathing rites. The rooms in the dojo were spartan. Some people didn't like it. Hmph. When one's body was worn to exhaustion and their mind tested by the teachings of his sensei, the rooms being bare would be the last thing in their mind.

The exercise from yesterday did a number on the man. While he seemed to be taking it in stride, Kubfu could tell from his slow and deliberate movements that his body ached.

He nodded in approval.

Soreness was good. Soreness meant improvement.

"Thank you for the food," the man, Red, smiled at his sensei's mate.

"Oh, dearie, do not mention a darn thing," Honey smiled. "Eat as much as you want. You can have seconds. Thirds. Even fourths if you're up for it!"

"I'll take you up on that," he laughed. The mouse beside him cheered.

"Honey's food is to die for," Mustard smirked. "It's one of the big reasons why I married her!"

The woman rolled her eyes. "There is a reason they say a man's heart is through their stomach."

Kubfu took a bite.

Yum.

"I don't believe we've met," the man watched Kubfu chow down. "I've never seen a Pokemon like you either."

The little fighter met the man's stare. He let out a small grumble before going back to his food.

"That's Kubfu," his sensei said. "The little sport's a student of mine."

Most humans seemed to find it weird to be a fellow student to a tiny bear martial artist. Red didn't seem to mind. He gave Kubfu a small nod. "I look forward to working with you."

Kubfu paused mid-chew before nodding as well.

"He usually does the best in that exercise," Mustard said. "Usually. Twenty-two hours is nothing to scoff at. Never seen anyone run like that."

Other than his sensei, Kubfu knew.

"I'm used to traveling long distances," Red said.

"A foreigner then." Mustard looked at him. "I was much the same when I was young. I went around the globe. I find it a very important experience for any trainer interested in traveling." Kubfu had only known the dojo his entire life. The training grounds were his home. Perhaps one day he would leave Galar. He didn't know. His sensei always said that his destiny was his own to decide. Maybe he would leave one day. "Still, not even an ordinary traveler could keep going for twenty-two hours with little food, water, and rest."

"I suppose I've done something similar before," he said. The way he said that held something more. Kubfu had no idea what.

"Ah, so you've had physical conditioning then."

"I suppose you can say that."

Mustard chuckled. "You should have told me."

"It's been a while since I did a trek like that," he said, "and you probably wouldn't have believed me."

Mustard paused. "True."

"I wanted to do it anyway," Red said. "Got to see my limits so I know where to improve."

"And that's true too." He grinned. Kubfu agreed. His fellow student was smart. Or was it wise? Kubfu shrugged. He didn't care.

They talked some more while Kubfu listened. He was content to focus on his food. When Red asked for seconds, he did too. When he requested thirds, he did too. On their fourth and fifth plate, he couldn't help but match it with his own. Honey looked pleased with their appetite.

"You boys certainly are healthy!"

Mustard sighed. "If only I was younger."

Kubfu took another bite.

Yum.

XXX

As more and more Pokemon came to him, the more he would hear of this king.

He would never say no to a fight.

A genius combatant. A force of nature.

Uncompromising. Undeniable.

Strong but compassionate.

He was a walking contradiction. He loved to fight. He traveled the world and fought for the sake of victory. Battle-hungry. Dominant. Violent. It was everything he assumed this king would be. A bloodthirsty tyrant.

But he was also kind. He made friends with those who'd met him. He encouraged others. He inspired thousands. The Pokemon N asked did not fear him. They spoke his name with respect that the seventeen-year-old could not comprehend. It was especially prominent to the Pokemon who had trainers.

He was powerful, undeniably so. The reason for his ascension was because of this power. There was no denying that. He became king by defeating others.

But he was beloved by people and Pokemon.

Why?

Why did they love him?

Why did they love someone who fought and battled his way to the top? There had to be more to this.

"Are you okay, N?" Soft, light pink hair met his sight. Anthea walked up to him in concern. Concordia was right behind her, the blonde carrying a wounded Tepig in her hands.

He smiled at his sisters. "I am fine. I was just thinking."

"That sounds just like you," Anthea sat next to the boy. They were in one of the many rooms in the manor. "What are you thinking about today?"

"The outside world," N said and both women frowned.

"There isn't much to think about," Concordia said, "Father is protecting us from the outside world. It is best to ignore it altogether."

"They have a king," N continued and he watched both blink in surprise.

"Father said they have no king in Unova," Concordia's brows scrunched in confusion.

N nodded. Normally he would have taken his father's words for granted, but evidence stated otherwise. "Our friends say there is a king."

Concordia looked troubled at the thought, but Anthea seemed curious. "Is he a nice king?"

A good question.

He did not answer right away. He wasn't completely sure, himself. Some Pokemon called him battle-hungry. Some called him merciful and kind. His mind could not connect both together.

Forcing Pokemon to fight should never be considered a good thing. The unnecessary injuries sickened him deeply.

However, he could not throw away his friends' words about this man's virtues.

At the end of the day, he could only say one thing.

"I don't know."

XXX

Kubfu continued training with the rest of the students.

Days passed. He continued his climb for power. His fellow students followed. It was monotone. Most of the time, training wasn't exciting. It wasn't supposed to be. If it was, more people would do it.

Training was a test of diligence. Consistency was key.

Battling was his sensei's philosophy. Fighting others meant honing the body and mind. While Pokemon battles were what was advertised and it was what most people did, Mustard also trained those who were willing in other forms of combat.

Smack!

His sensei blocked a punch from Red. Both garbed in bright yellow, they danced an honorable, martial rhythm. Kubfu was performing his katas in the distance, watching the two test one another inside the dojo.

Outside on the wide open plains, the other students fought and explored the isle. Combat was the standard and Mustard's island encouraged it in all forms. Red's Pokemon could be seen outside taking turns facing Pikachu. It was clear to Kubfu that was the leader. How a small rodent like him could be leadership material, he didn't know, but he wouldn't question it.

If he was strong, that was enough.

Smack! Thud.

Red was pushed back from his sensei's onslaught. A furious combination of fists and kicks rained down upon the youth. Age did little to defang the old warrior. Like an avenging rapier, dozens of strikes met skin.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Kubfu expected Red to be a novice and compared to Mustard, he was, but both the fighting-type and the old man were surprised by the competency of his moves. The sureness of his strikes almost caught Mustard off guard a few times.

His form was free and flowing. It didn't look like any style of combat Kubfu had seen before. It was ruthless, efficient, and unpredictable. It felt like a makeshift of several other styles and Kubfu couldn't help but stare as Red continuously adapted to Mustard's movements. As the battle continued, every punch Red threw grew more accurate.

It was a unique way to fight. There was no grace, only practicality. A surging barrage of hits struck Red once more.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Red took it all in stride.

SMACK!

With one smooth movement, he struck the old man with a devastating punch. Youthful power combined with an analytical mind discovered a moment of weakness in his sensei's form.

A few dozen years ago Mustard would have been able to react to that. It was only his muscle memory that allowed the old man to gracefully land from the strike.

Red rolled his shoulders as he let out a small breath. Mustard preferred what Kubfu liked to call 'death from a thousand cuts'. One of Mustard's strikes didn't hurt. But two? Three? Ten? Twenty? Thirty? It would build up.

Meanwhile, Red's style was uniquely his own. It wanted to end the fight as fast and efficiently as possible. It was quite fascinating. How did he learn it?

His sensei thought the same. Mustard began to stretch before melting into another stance. "I didn't know you could fight."

"I rarely do," Red said. That surprised Kubfu. "It's something I picked up over time."

"What life have you lived to make you learn to fight like that?"

Red smiled. "A trainer should always know how to defend themselves."

"Yes," Mustard agreed and surged forward for another barrage, "but that would usually be the Pokemon who do all the work."

Red's instincts beckoned him and began to block the onslaught. "Usually."

Mustard dipped low from a punch before falling to the ground. With an outstretched leg, he swept Red off his feat. The man's eyes widened before his body rolled to avoid a kick.

It was an impressive recovery. Unfortunately, Mustard had the advantage and with a flourish of kicks and punches, sent the young man flying. His sensei was breathing heavily. It had been a long time since he had to exert this much effort into a fight. The old man lowered his stance before grabbing a towel and wiping his head.

"You're full of surprises, Red."

The man in question rubbed his shoulders as he winced at the bruises that littered his body. "You're the one who challenged me."

"I expected a no," his sensei gave him a grin, "Most people say no. They are usually here for Pokemon battles."

Red laughed. He wiped the sweat off his brow. "I won't say no to a fight."

"I can see that," he said with a huff. "No grace at all. Never seen anything like it."

"I guess you can call me a dirty fighter," Red shrugged. "I've never been trained."

Mustard hummed. "Well, thank you for satisfying my little request. Why don't we help your Pokemon next, eh?"

"That is what I am here for."

Mustard laughed. Kubfu watched them depart. He stopped his katas to follow them. Red's technique was different from what he was used to, but Kubfu couldn't help but consider it.

It was rough. Not refined. But with a bit of work, it might become something useful.

Fear the Pokemon who practiced one attack a thousand times.

Kubfu looked at his paws before clenching them. He released a punch. It was tiny. It did nothing. No strength behind it. For now. Punch enough times and what little strength he had could become something more.

Become efficient like him. Take out the enemy as fast as possible. One hit, one blow.

A wicked blow.

Kubfu clenched his fists.

XXX

Time passed. He met more Pokemon. He would treat them. He would bond with them and his father would remind him of his duties.

"You must set things right," Ghetsis walked with him down the large abode he called home. A mixture of a manor and a castle, its aesthetic was a constant reminder of N's destiny. "The time is almost upon us. You will become king and with your leadership, we will bring forth a new age for people and Pokemon."

N nodded wordlessly.

"Remember the words of your Pokemon," his father continued, "Remember their pain. Remember their suffering. That is what we're fighting. We're fighting for them."

"We do not need to fight."

"Our enemies won't back down willingly."

"We can talk to them."

Ghetsis looked exasperated at his son's words. This was something they had always differed in. Their path to their shared goals was dissimilar. "N, the world is not so black and white. No matter how righteous our cause is, there will always be those that oppose it."

"Then we convince their leader," N looked at his father in the eyes, "we can convince their king."

The look on his father's face had a mixture of surprise, disdain, and resentment. He roughly took the teen's arms into a firm grip and dragged him closer. "Where did you hear about that?"

"My friends told me," N replied. He ignored the stinging pain in his wrist. "Why should I be king when they already have one? Isn't it better to talk to one that already exists? I heard he is kind. There is no need for violence or bloodshed. If we can just talk to hi-"

"There is no king in Unova." The vileness in his father's words caught him by surprise. "He is just a pretender, a fake. It was a title given without thought or care. There is only one king, N, and it's you. Don't lessen yourself by speaking to a fake."

"But my friends..."

"Your friends can be wrong, N."

You can be wrong too.

"As you say," N muttered. He didn't have the heart to say it to his father.

Ghetsis took a deep breath and let go. N gingerly touched his reddened wrist. "I apologize. That was irrational of me." He smiled at his son. The forced calm did little to hide the bitterness on his face. "I will have someone treat that."

"It's okay," N took a deep breath. "Concordia and Anthea can do it."

"If you're sure," Ghetsis nodded and without another word, he was left to his own devices.

XXX

He began following the man around.

Understanding his movements was key to learning how to become strong. Every day, Red would arrive to study under his sensei. He didn't miss a single lesson. Kubfu respected him for that. He was here to improve so improve he did.

His Pokemon followed his example. Grookey grew from the constant exposure to conflict. Thwackey thrived from the dojo's teachings. Ashamed of failing to match his trainer's endurance, Corvisquire trained harder. Seeing his fellow grass-type grow in power, Applin applied more to his studies.

It was an admirable ensemble.

"Morning, Kubfu."

He nodded to the human. It was a good morning, indeed. The weather was great for training. Cool, but not too cold.

He would sometimes bring other Pokemon to take advantage of Mustard's training. Every day, it would be someone different. It was entertaining to see who would appear to take advantage of this opportunity.

Red's Typhlosion released an angry, boastful roar. The mane of raging fire on his neck exploded outward in a geyser of immense heat.

Concentrated heat coalesced in the Pokemon. Pikachu charged forward. Eruption exploded outward and Kubfu took a step back as an overflowing beam of fire shot like a cannon straight at the electric mouse.

VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

SCHINK!

Volcanic firepower was cut through by sharpened steel. Iron Tail slammed down. Typhlosion raged against the force of nature. The mane on his neck grew and waves of heat radiated off of the rampaging warrior.

Kubfu slammed his fists into a nearby stump, watching the two duel.

Overwhelming power fought against precise strikes.

Smack!

Kubfu's fists slammed into the wood again.

He wanted his punches to be just like that Eruption.

Extremely powerful.

Smack!

His fists struck wood again.

But at the same time, maybe Pikachu's approach was also good. Precise.

Smack!

If he knew where to strike, a vital weak spot in the opponent, one that he could exploit, he could break those tougher than him in an instant.

Smack!

But what was the point of precise strikes without power?

Smack!

Be efficient. Like that man.

Smack!

What if he combined power with precision? Could it work?

Smack!

It probably would take a lot of effort.

Smack!

But it might be worth it.

Smack!

It would be a step in his training. Just another obstacle in the mountain that he must climb to become the best. His fists slammed into the wood.

SMACK!

Crack!

He paused when he noticed the stump split in two.

XXX

More days passed. Kubfu continued to train, following his fellow student out into the wild. It had become a sort of normal routine for them. Red would set out on another expedition in the Isle of Armor and he would follow.

Red would challenge any Dojo student that came his way. He would watch.

It was a steady growth. Reliable. People would often look for a quick trick to getting stronger, but the secret to true strength, real power, was the consistent effort. He found a tree to practice his punches on and began punching it. He glanced and noted how Red's Pokemon scavenged the land.

Corvisquire and Thwackey collected sticks for a fire. Applin searched for edible berries and fruits up in the trees. Pikachu took what they collected and helped set up their small camp. A Torkoal set it ablaze. Feraligatr rumbled nearby, carrying large stones to become makeshift chairs.

Kubfu allowed them to do as they pleased only for his fists to stop as the smell of food began to waft from the encampment. He took a quick look and noticed Red preparing dinner for himself and his Pokemon.

It smelled delicious.

He lowered his fists and wandered over to the man.

"Kubfu," Red smiled at the sight of the little cub. He had a stew with him. He could see the rest of the man's Pokemon lounging about, enjoying the meals given to them. The human took a bowl and handed it to the cub. "You hungry?"

He nodded.

Food was good. Food was energy. Energy was the currency of strength.

Kubfu took the food gratefully and began chowing down. He perked up.

Yum.

"You've been hard at work." Red took a bite of his stew. "Your punches are getting deadlier by the day."

Kubfu paused. So he noticed. Kubfu let out a small roar. He puffed his chest with pride. His power wasn't spontaneous, but he could feel himself getting better. The human wasn't lying.

He chuckled before rubbing Kubfu's head. "Keep it up."

Naturally.

They ate in comfortable silence. The cub enjoyed it. As he was about to finish his meal, his ears perked up at the sound of groaning and heavy footsteps.

"So hungry..."

"I have food, Klara."

"Disgusting food, Avery." Kubfu looked behind him to see a familiar duo near them. He saw them just in time to note Avery's offended expression. She perked up when her nose picked up Red's cooking. "Do you smell that?"

"No."

"You need to get your nose checked," Klara licked her lips. "I smell food! Good food, at that!"

"They do say your sense of smell gets enhanced when you're hungry." Avery adjusted his glasses. "And my food is good!"

"For your palette maybe," she walked forward a little bit faster, "but someone like me deserves the finer things in life!"

"There's no high-end restaurant here. Get used to it." Avery rolled his eyes. "This is the life of a Master Dojo student." He seemed to wallow at the thought.

She sighed, ignoring the man. Klara walked towards them. While they had never really interacted outside of passing glances, Kubfu did respect them for showing up to Mustard's lessons. The woman's eyes widened at the sight of the little fighter before focusing her attention on the cook.

She gave the man her prettiest smile. "Hello!"

Red offered his own. "Hey."

She began to open her mouth.

Grumble.

Only for her voice to fail. There was silence. Avery reached them, only to tilt his head when no one spoke. Her face paled. Kubfu gave the woman a long look. Her stomach told her to eat. Training on an empty stomach was stupid. No energy.

Red cracked a smile and offered her a bowl. The gesture was obvious. "Here."

She blushed and took it with a bow. "Thank you."

"It's no problem." He grabbed another bowl and looked at Avery. "Want one?"

The psychic bit his lip, staring at his granola bar before shifting back to the stew. He sighed, pocketing his snack and accepting it. "Much appreciated."

Klara moaned as she took a bite. Avery let out a few huffs before gently putting it in his mouth. His eyes widened in delight.

"Sho good," Klara mumbled. Her spoon automatically went in for another. Were those tears? "How long has it been since I had food like this?"

Avery nodded. "More than acceptable. My compliments."

"Compliment received," Red laughed.

"I've seen you around," Avery took another bite. "You're the guy that fought our sensei, right? With fists and stuff?"

"That would be me."

"I heard you almost had that dastard," Klara pouted. Kubfu shrugged. Red was impressive for someone who didn't specialize in martial arts. His sensei dedicated his entire life to combat of all forms be it through himself or his Pokemon. Red's talent lay in the training and guiding of Pokemon. It didn't surprise the cub that he lost.

It did surprise him that he managed so well, however.

"He was simply the better fighter," Red said, amused. "Do you not like him?"

Avery grinned. It was forced. "I am sure once all of this is over we will look at this with fond memories." He slumped, almost defeated. "His training is harsh though. So unsophisticated. So brutal."

"Don't let that grandfatherly smile fool you." Klara crossed her arms. "He's a menace!"

"But his methods work," Red's point was made with grudging silence. "Surrounding yourself with obstacles, forcing you to fight, train, and survive constantly makes you a better trainer."

A trainer excelled when forced into conflict. A trainer learned when told to use what the environment had to offer. A trainer grew when applying the training rammed into them on the daily. Kubfu couldn't argue with that. Nope. It made sense in his head.

"I guess." Klara didn't want to admit it.

Avery, however, gave him a nod. Reluctant, very reluctant, but a nod nonetheless. "I do feel more confident, I suppose."

"You all joined his dojo for a reason," Red took another bite. "For one reason or another, you traveled to the isle. You could give up any time you want. Mustard doesn't imprison you here. He lets anyone leave yet you continue to stay."

Klara looked away. Avery was silent.

"I live with a family of psychics," Avery muttered. With the way his face stretched, it took him a great deal of effort to say it, "But I'm a talentless freak who only knows how to levitate people while my siblings and parents can do so much more." He took another bite. "I'm weak. I wanted to be better. I thought the dojo was my salvation."

"And did you get better?"

He thought for a moment. He sighed. Kubfu noted the way his lips perked up though. "I guess I did. I've been winning more lately."

"Your progress is proof that it is paying off." Red smiled at him. For once, Avery looked bashful at the look. Kubfu had always seen him as a haughty, arrogant kid. Perhaps there was more to him than he thought.

"I wanted to be a pop star."

"Of course you do," Avery sighed.

She glared at him. "I thought I was pretty good." Klara looked down at her bowl. "My debut album didn't sell well though." She laughed. It wasn't a pretty sound. "Eight. I still remember it. What a pitiful number. I was so confident I could at least sell a dozen." She perked up. "So I thought maybe people would pay attention to me if I was more popular. Everyone would know my name if I were super strong like Leon!"

"So you went here."

Klara nodded. "It sounded like a good deal to me. Galar's most decorated champion teaches here! I bet he has a bunch of secrets to growing stronger quickly and easily!"

Red cracked a smile. "You thought wrong."

That seemed to break her. She wailed. "He's a monster. A monster!"

"He does not go easy on anyone," he laughed, "but a stern but effective teacher is better than a kind but lazy one, no?"

"Why can't he be kind and effective?" She groaned. Sometimes Kubfu could understand her. That would be nice.

"Sometimes we must work with what is given," he said. "Mustard may not be perfect, but he is the real deal. You will find no better teacher than him."

Klara grumbled. "I know."

Despite her misgivings, the woman seemed to relax at that. Kubfu blinked when Red turned to him.

"And how about you?" Red's question caused him to pause. He wanted to get stronger, obviously. His sensei promised him that he would grow up to become one of the strongest in the world. He stared at his fists. Training had been his entire life. His existence was to climb to the top. Red seemed to sense that because he chuckled and rubbed the cub's head affectionately. "You'll get there, I'm sure of it."

The group talked a bit more before Red offered to help them train for the day. Kubfu was always up for this man's tutelage. The cub blinked when Avery, who was sometimes too arrogant for his good, and Klara, who would oftentimes find an excuse to avoid it, seemed open to the idea as well.

They spent their time learning, refining, and innovating. The valuable wisdom he expended gave Kubfu even more reason to continue to grow stronger.

XXX

Ghetsis wouldn't introduce any more Pokemon to their home for some time afterward. His sisters were curious as to why. He had an inkling as to the reason. Pokemon were his only way to learn more about the outside world. They were friends he treasured and the idea of not being able to help more of them was a thought he couldn't accept.

His father did not like the thought of this king. He despised it, in fact. N could see it from the way his face twisted at the mere mention of him. He hated him. He did not want N to learn more about this pretender king so he was not allowed to see any more Pokemon.

It was a temporary solution. N knew that eventually, he would be allowed to see more of his friends again.

It didn't change the fact that it left a distasteful feeling.

He was glad that his remaining companions were not taken away from him at least.

The King of Unova would listen, Timburr said.

"How would you know?"

Because he listens to his Pokemon, Timburr stated with absolute certainty. You're a good person. You listen to us. You care for us. He won't ignore you.

"Your faith in him is tireless," N said. While he could believe in his friend's words, he must also acknowledge that the Pokemon might have some form of hero worship. He had too much trust in this king. It was borderline idealistic. N had to be realistic. "My father won't let me meet him regardless."

He called you king, Timburr said. A king has authority.

"I am no king," N shook his head, "not yet."

A prince then, he said. I've never heard of a prince locked in a castle before. It's normally the princess.

Ha! N smiled. "They say there's a first for everything."

Timburr crossed his arms. Like escape.

"I believe in Ghetsis's ideals," N said. "Pokemon oppression should be stopped. I cannot discard something I firmly believe in." He laughed. It was dry, lacking humor. "I am sorry."

The fighting-type huffed. Running away doesn't mean discarding your beliefs.

"I know," N acknowledged, "but the only way for my dreams to be realized is with my father's help." He gave an apologetic smile. To stop Pokemon oppression without the resources of his father would be almost impossible. If he was going to change the world, he would need the organization Ghetsis had built. There was no other way.

For all his faults, Ghetsis believed in N. He would not disappoint him.

The Pokemon stared long and hard at the teen. Even without words, N could feel his disappointment. He was sorry. If only things were different, maybe he would have followed his words. There was a small part of him that wanted to leave his home, a childlike part of him that urged him to escape, to experience the world not by word of mouth, but with his very own eyes.

He crushed that part of him with an iron vice. His resolve would not falter here.

There was one truth. The world must change. If he had to be the one to change it, so be it.

XXX

Weeks would fly by. Kubfu did his best to grow stronger.

Red's Pokemon had become familiar faces throughout his climb to power. While the constant presence of Corvisquire, Applin, Thwackey, and Pikachu remained a familiar sight, he had met many others who cycled through Red's seemingly bountiful roster. Every day, Kubfu would be curious about who the man would bring with him.

He had seen the dominating force of his Charizard and Garchomp. He took inspiration from his Infernape and Primeape. He would exchange words with Blastoise and Sceptile. Meganium and Butterfree constantly mothered him for no reason. He would often break bread with Muk and Snorlax. Serperior and Leavanny would always visit him, knitting tapestries of leaves and grass for him to wear. Meditating with Crawdaunt and Noctowl became a frequent occurrence.

SMACK!

Kubfu's fists rammed into a tree. Every punch would dent the wood. It was a far cry from before when it would take over a dozen punches to even show visible progress. This is proof of his discipline. This is his truth.

He raised his fists once more.

SMACK!

He felt someone behind him.

Thud.

He turned his head to see Red's Emboar and Heracross. The fire-type offered a small nod while the bug-type waved. He returned their greetings before going back to his training.

SMACK!

The duo simply sat there and watched him.

SMACK!

Hours passed. The tranquil rhythm of his flesh slamming into hardwood became a familiar song. Soft flesh had hardened into an indomitable weapon. A single strike. Precision made manifest. Find the weakness.

There was no time for fairness.

Strike a blow so wicked that it would render terrible judgment.

SMACK!

Crack!

Kubfu nodded swiftly. Just like that. He heard heavy applause. He glanced to see Heracross and Emboar clapping at his achievement. The cub took a deep breath before bowing.

He trained without the need for recognition. Strength alone was its own reward.

...

But it didn't hurt to be praised once in a while.

He felt Emboar's hand on his head. He looked up and watched Emboar motion him to come forward. They walked farther from Red's encampment until they reached a massive boulder. He blinked when he saw it.

Did Emboar and Heracross think he could take something like this on? Did they believe that simple stumps of wood were no longer enough for his training? He looked at the two Pokemon incredulously.

The look on Emboar's eyes said yes, they did think he could do it.

Yeah.

No.

Kubfu shook his head. Emboar laughed. Heracross rolled his eyes.

BOOOM!

CRUMBLE!

In an instant, Emboar's fist collided with merciless stone and Kubfu could only watch as it was turned into powder.

Woah.

Emboar huffed before changing his stance. On instinct, Kubfu copied it. He followed the motions, his eyes absorbing the fire-type's actions. He was power incarnate. Brutality made flesh. A ravaging flame.

Charizard was passionate defiance.

Typhlosion was rage manifested.

Infernape was a roaring fire.

Emboar was sheer power.

His technique was corrected. He helped him emphasize strength. He taught him how to use the full brunt of his form. He showed him might. His stance became more confident. His punches became harder.

When they went to another boulder, Emboar allowed him to release a strike.

Smack.

He expected it to hurt, but he was surprised by the firmness of his attacks. He released another. And another. Flesh was tested on hardened stone. There was no dent. No cracks. He didn't expect it to.

He had another obstacle to surpass. The climb seemed never-ending.

Kubfu felt Heracross tap his shoulder. He looked back and noticed the bug flying to another rock. The cub tilted his head. Before he could comprehend his actions, Heracross's horn glowed. The bug-type flew and charged at the stone with Megahorn.

Kubfu expected the boulder to get demolished in an instant.

At full speed, Heracross was closing in on the rock.

It did break the stone.

Though the way it happened made his mind go blank.

Heracross's speed slowed down and Kubfu blinked when the glowing horn gently tapped the rock.

Kubfu thought perhaps Heracross decided to change his mind. Why did his attack falter?

CRACK!

His fists lowered when the rock was split in half from the small nudge. What? How? The bug flew back to them and landed in front of the bear. Kubfu looked at him as if he was sorcery.

Magic! Heresy! What kind of martial shenanigans was this?

Heracross looked amused at his disbelief before the bug tapped a spot on Kubfu's rock. He stopped and curiously focused on the area. Heracross began punching the air and the cub nodded and began striking it.

At first, nothing happened. He looked at Heracross, puzzled, but the bug-type continued to urge him on. Kubfu shrugged and did so.

His fists struck unbending stone.

Smack!

A few more hours passed and Kubfu's fist kept striking the location he was told to. It was monotonous. Most Pokemon would get frustrated by the bug-type's insistence. Whatever he wanted him to do, it wasn't working. Regardless, he knew Red. He knew his Pokemon. He trusted them. If they told him to keep hitting a specific spot in this specific rock, he'd do it.

He was used to doing the same thing every day anyway.

Heracross and Emboar continued to watch him.

Smack!

His fists slammed once more.

SMACK!

Boom.

Crack.

He paused as he watched the rock split in two. Kubfu blinked.

Huh.

He expected to not be able to dent this rock for a few days much less crack it. Yet his fists not only endured merciless stone, it shattered it perfectly. He looked at the split boulder that Heracross struck in the distance.

His mind connected the dots. Faults within rock and stone lead to weaknesses that could be exploited. A singular strike in the correct place could deal a devastating blow. He knew that in the past, but to see it clearly and so openly like this was a different feeling altogether.

He needed the power to damage it, but he also needed the precision to exploit it. Both Emboar and Heracross knew his goal.

And they helped him in their own ways.

He clenched his fists before bowing to the two.

Thank you.

The journey, the climb, didn't feel so lonely.

XXX

Ghetsis was irritated. N could see it.

He tried to portray the very aspects of a leader. Confidence. Serenity. Wisdom. Ghetsis knew that for others to follow him, he needed to be someone worth following and his image helped with that.

He taught N how to be a leader. A king needed to look the part, his father would always say.

Ghetsis taught him too well.

Something was happening in the outside world, something that was bothering his father to a point that even N would notice.

"Are you okay, father?"

Ghetsis turned to stare at the teenager. He revealed a strained smile. It was meant to calm him. It did anything but. "Everything's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," he frowned at N's inquisitive look. He sighed. "The outside world has been problematic as of late, but it isn't something that we cannot handle."

"What do you mean?"

"Violence," Ghetsis stared ahead inside their manor. "The pretender king seeks to destroy everything we've built. He sent out his royal guard to eradicate our efforts. Especially that savage psychic wench. Everything we have done for the sake of stopping Pokemon oppression," he looked back at N, "it will be undone by the very actions we've sworn to eradicate."

N frowned. "That doesn't sound like the King of Unova that I know."

"That you know?" His father raised a brow. "Since when did you know anything about him?"

N slowly closed his mouth. His father still hadn't allowed them to meet any new Pokemon, but if his father became suspicious of the friends still here, it would spell doom for the Pokemon.

Ghetsis stared before sighing. "He is our foe."

"I know."

"Do you?" Ghetsis challenged. "He is everything we hate. He sends his Pokemon to battle, constantly risking their lives for his desires, and amongst the drivel that called themselves trainers, he is ranked the strongest of them all."

"I know."

"You don't," he stated before patting his green hair. It lacked the warmth one would expect of a father and son, "but I do not blame you. You have not seen the world that I have seen. You are pure; innocent. You hold a different perspective from the rest of us and that is a good thing. It will help you in the future."

"I understand."

"I hope so," Ghetsis knelt to meet N's eyes with his own. "You will lead us into glory, N. You must be the perfect king," N was silent. His father continued, "and a king would do anything for those he cares for." Ghetsis stood up. "Do I make myself clear, N?"

"Yes."

"Good," his father nodded. "As long as you listen to my words, our dreams of peace will come to fruition."

That's right. Just listen to him. Everything will be okay.

In his heart of hearts, he knew he was lying to himself.

XXX

He had grown. Significantly.

Mustard watched as Kubfu sent a Brick Break at Red's Hawlucha. The flying-type blocked the hit before hitting the cub with a beautiful Flying Press. Wow! Perfect form! Such grace! Now that was showmanship!

That would have taken out Kubfu in a single hit a few weeks ago.

The cub braced for impact before marching forward. Metal Claw touched brilliant feathers. A nearby Gliscor flew alongside Corvisquire. Applin and Thwackey were preparing their latest meal with Red's help. Pikachu, ever the leader of the man's party, took responsibility for watching the match between both fighters.

He took a sip of his tea.

Gone were the days when his Kubfu would silently train, content with performing his katas and punching air. The little thing had matured, shaping into his own. His style was developing nicely and his confidence grew with each passing day.

With air, he practiced form. With wood, he practiced technique. With stone, he practiced force and precision.

With flesh, he practiced combat.

Kubfu was pushed back from a swift High-Jump Kick. The cub took Hawlucha's leg and slammed him down. Ice Punch struck the flying-type.

Smack!

The little bear warrior was sent flying from a perfect Brick Break. Red's Pokemon let out a loud cry. Kubfu stood up, only to drop to his knees.

Mustard chuckled as he watched Pikachu and Hawlucha help the bear to his feet. Applin grabbed an Oran Berry and tossed it into the air. Gliscor nabbed it before dropping it down to the wounded. It was a beautiful system. Red trained his team well.

He had thought excitement was behind him, but this class of students was perhaps the most entertaining that he had in a while. Hahaha!

Thud.

He turned to see Klara fall to her knees. A batch of mushrooms was laid out in front of him. "There. Three Max Mushrooms. Like you said."

"Full points!" He chuckled. Klara grumbled but kept her mouth shut. "I didn't think you'd manage to do it."

"I didn't either," she groaned, massaging her thighs. "Your training is something else!" He shrugged. Not everyone approved of his ways. He learned to accept that long ago. "So how do I turn this thing into soup?"

He blinked. "Wanting to continue already?"

The objective was simply to gather them. Klara knew that. If she could find an excuse to laze about for the rest of the day, she would take it. Seeing her willing to do more than necessary was a surprise for the old mentor. Klara sighed. "I spent most of the day finding these dang things. What's a few more hours to finish it?"

"Who are you and what did you do to my student?"

"Oh shut up," she crossed her arms. She glanced at a man in the distance. "As much as I loathe to admit it, I am getting stronger. I might as well commit to it." She released a breath. "Besides, if I do it now, I don't have to do it later, right? I could use the beauty sleep."

Mustard laughed. "Any excuse to get you working is a good one in my book." He nodded to Red. "He knows how to make the soup." The lad finished that assignment rather quickly. The expertise of a traveler, he supposed. "Go to him and tell him that old man Mustard wants him to teach you how to cook it."

She didn't seem to mind that one bit. A smile appeared before grimacing when she began hauling the mushrooms once more. She let out a long sigh. "Fine."

He watched as Klara headed down, waving happily at the man. Mustard could smell the food from here. The man was a cook! The two trainers began conversing. He didn't hear any of it, but he watched as Red helped carry the mushrooms to the side. He began instructing her with the woman listening closely.

Huh.

He'd make a good teacher.

He took a sip of his tea.

"Hello, sensei." Avery was levitating his mushrooms. He crossed his arms. "I have the Max Mushrooms."

"You too?!"

What happened to his students?

XXX

The Seven Sages were talking with one another in his home. Silken whispers traveled the walls as a foreboding tension permeated the manor. It was suffocating. To alleviate this, N stayed in his room with his friends and sisters.

Weeks passed since then and he followed his father's words to the letter. They would handle it. There was no need to worry.

Your father has been very stressed lately, Timburr muttered.

"Their king has focused his attention on us."

On them. Timburr sat next to him. Not you.

"I am a part of them."

You are a good person, Timburr shook his head. The King of Unova doesn't go after good people.

Such faith. What did the King of Unova do to earn such devotion? N smiled. "Are you saying my father is not a good person?"

He's horrible. Timburr crossed his arms. He's always so indifferent and rude and strict. He doesn't let you leave. He's forcing you to do terrible things. He doesn't do things a dad should do. He's awful.

Anthea and Concordia were ready to speak up, but he responded first. "He wants to keep me safe."

In a gilded cage, the fighting-type argued. He doesn't want you to be free. He wants to control you.

"He wants to make the world a better place," N said.

For himself. He was stubborn on this. If only N had that same conviction.

"Even if it is selfish," he began, "the world we make will be better than the world we are in now."

Timburr sighed. You are a fool.

N could say nothing to that.

He heard a door open. For once, his sisters shivered under the gaze of one of the Seven Sages.

"N, it's time."

His coronation was thought early by some. He would inherit a crown despite being so young, but the opposing king had forced their hand. Ghetsis wanted to do this when he was eighteen. It was his rite of passage to adulthood. He would rule, as the next King of Unova. That was Ghetsis's gift to him. From father to son.

Gift.

Ha.

Once upon a time, he believed that lie.

He took a step forward.

To his destiny of fire and brimstone.

XXX

Kubfu had climbed over obstacles his entire life. He rose to the challenge given to him by his sensei every single time.

Every assignment given, he accomplished. Every lesson, he memorized. Every technique, mastered. He sacrificed time, sweat, blood, and tears to become the way he was. Every day, he marched forward on the mountain of power. Even if one day meant one step, he would take it. Every scrap of progress was progress well deserved. His victories were many.

His defeats were many too.

His eyes stared at the tower.

Kubfus would climb this challenge, rising through each floor until they would hit the top. From there, a scroll would be offered. The key to the promised strength his sensei preached. The secrets inside this place were the envy of every Kubfu who embarked on this journey.

He was the latest.

His sensei would offer to help him find a trainer that would help him grow. He took it but he never meshed with those who were chosen.

They were too lazy. Too unfocused. He needed a trainer that had the discipline required to make him excel. He needed someone that he could connect to. Apparently it was a hard requirement to meet. He was given to dozens. No one did enough for him.

He didn't want his climb to slow so he decided that fighting alone would be his philosophy. His sensei trained him up, helped him, but his sensei also said that this journey of his had to be done without him.

He accepted, of course. He tried to climb this tower on his own. He failed, horribly. He attempted it several more times. He never got past the first floor. He grew to learn that while a Pokemon's strength was prized, the trainer's guidance could help turn the tide of battle.

He didn't like that, at first, but he grew to accept that his journey might take longer than others.

This time it would be different.

He grew stronger now. Powerful.

He was also wiser. Keener.

His feet marched to a familiar face. He nodded to a relaxing Torterra and Floatzel. The Sinnoh titan nodded while Floatzel waved. He moved past Corviknight, Thwackey, and Applin until he reached Red and Pikachu.

"Kubfu," Red nodded. "Good morning." They had grown used to each other by now. Kubfu bowed. "We were on our way to Mustard for our assignment of the day. Want to come?"

Kubfu shook his head. He straightened and stared at the man. He let out a cry. It was earnest. He rarely did this, but perhaps out of every trainer, he might be able to help. He pointed behind him. In the distance, a tower waited. He felt he could do it. He could climb it.

But he needed a trainer.

And while Red wasn't his, he trusted him more than any other.

He looked up and saw what he saw. Red hummed before looking back down at the cub. "I've seen it around, but I've never had the honor of going there." Kubfu knew why. It was a sacred place. Only the Kubfu and those who guide them that were allowed into its grand interior. He let out another cry. "You want to go there?" Kubfu nodded. He stared. "And you need my help?"

Yes. Kubfu bent his knee, head bowed.

Help.

He stayed silent.

Please.

His heart and soul knew that if there was a time that he felt he could reach the top of that tower, it was now.

And he knew, that if there was anyone who could help him, guide him in that illustrious and foreboding spire, it would be Red.

The man stayed silent for a moment. Kubfu thought he would deny him. They had trained together. He had grown fond of the Pokemon Red worked with. For the first time, Kubfu felt like he was amongst friends. He was close to his sensei and while he would always hold him in high regard, he could never act the way he did with Red's group.

Kubfu liked being with Red.

But he wasn't Red's Pokemon. He was still under Sensei's care. He could understand if Red said no.

A hand was placed on Kubfu's head and he looked up to see Red, bag packed, with his Pokemon behind him.

Hope surged in his heart.

"Let's go."

XXX

He knew they would come. He felt it in his bones. The way Kubfu stared at the towers recently had given him a clue of what was to come.

The sound of battle could be heard below. Mustard meditated. He could sense it. The vibrations on the wood, the noise of flesh meeting flesh, and the defeated groans of his veteran students.

Red and Kubfu crushed through their competition. Two veritable warriors had begun their climb to the ultimate test.

One by one, his finest students fell, the guardians of the tower being shattered by the determination of the pair before them. Red had become one of his greatest students, one of the few who had openly embraced his teachings and mastered every lesson taught to him. Not even Leon, as powerful as he was, had taken in his philosophies the way Red did.

It reminded him of when he was younger. This young brat's love of the fight made him remember why he wanted to teach in the first place.

Mustard smiled when he heard the heavy steps of his opponents.

Leon inherited Galar's competitive spirit, taking the crown from him and Peony, but it would be Red who would inherit his legacy. He knew his teachings would be carried with him for the rest of his life.

"Mustard."

"Red." The man opened his eyes and smiled when two familiar faces met his vision. "I didn't expect you here."

He totally did. That Kubfu had found a trainer worthy to follow.

"Nor did I expect you," Red grinned. "So you're our final challenge."

Mustard stood up and stretched. "Aye, lad." He grinned. He took out his pokeball. Kubfu tensed. Red narrowed his eyes. "You two have been some of the finest students I have ever had the honor of teaching."

"It is thanks to your tutelage."

"Perhaps." It was their efforts that shaped them. His dojo only guided them. "There isn't much left I can offer you, but I have one last test left. Let's see what you can do."

He tossed the pokeball.

Their eyes widened. One out of fascination. Another from terror.

Conqueror. Warlord. Beast. Monster. Legend. He descended. His landing shook the tower they stood on. Mustard watched as Red's carefree expression shifted. He had rarely seen the boy look this serious. Kubfu gulped. Mustard didn't blame them.

Before them stood a master of battle. A veteran of combat.

Stomp.

Urshifu roared.

XXX

Kubfu's muscles shook. It took all of his mental strength to reign in his fear.

He didn't plan for this! This was not a fight he could win! He was going to die!

"I've never seen that Pokemon before." Red's calm broke through Kubfu's terror. He looked up only to see the man give him an assuring smile. The confidence in his voice was inspiring. He latched onto it desperately. "Just follow my lead. We'll get through this together."

Right. Don't give in just yet. Trainer and Pokemon. Sensei taught him to rely on each other. They were in this together. He was a weapon and Red was his wielder. He knew he could fight. He would lead him to victory. He needed to convince himself that what he said was true.

He would win this. He had to.

Kubfu took a breath and went into a stance.

In the past, this trial would be Kubfu against Kubfu. It would be the ultimate test of skill. By surpassing his peers, he would be given the scroll and rise from the lower echelons into a warrior feared by all.

Now the student must face the master.

Thick, bulging muscles ebbed and flowed like water. Firm, concentrated strength languidly formed into a familiar stance. One leg and both arms raised into a solid, perfect picture of a crane. His body was perfect, still like tranquil water, but tense like a raging tsunami. He was the peak.

Soft fur stood firm, his heart beating wildly. With legs apart and his elbow raised, he stood against a living tsunami of muscle.

Urshifu reached him in an instant.

Surging Strikes roared like a raging storm. Fists rained down.

Memories flashed of Red's spar with Mustard. Muscle memory kicked in and he reacted.

Urshifu's fists exploded like cannon fire.

BOOM!

He dodged the first. With both arms, he blocked the second. He braced the third.

He was sent flying. A crater formed on the wall as he slammed into it. He gritted his teeth as he dropped back to the ground. His vision blurred. He looked straight ahead only to see a fist heading his way.

BOOM!

He rolled low, watching with widened eyes as Urshifu's fist generated a raging gust of wind. The monster's eyes tracked the cub before he closed the distance with Close Combat.

Avoid it. Watch. Adapt.

Kubfu took a step back and used his small size to escape the brunt of the onslaught.

BAM!

CRACK!

Gusts of wind swept him off his feet. He winced when the martial artist grabbed his small frame. His breath left him when he was thrown down to the ground. Wood cracked from the force. Poison Jab was launched like a rocket.

Kubfu raised his arms and called forth Bulk Up. He felt his soul leave his body from the assault. His eyes widened when the sheer force of the strike made him bounce from the attack. Kubfu heaved himself up and flipped away just as a barrage of Surging Strikes slammed into the ground.

His defenses were tested against ravaging offense. Hulking berserker met tiny martial artist. Close Combat slammed into soft fur. He braced the most of it. Poison Jab rammed into flesh. His arms mitigated some of it.

CRASH!

Kubfu grunted as he was smacked into the wall. He tensed when Urshifu released a furious roar. The monster launched himself straight at him, Iron Head soaring across the arena.

He remembered Emboar.

Rock. Stone. Boulder.

Iron.

Similar.

He remembered Heracross.

Precise. Faults. Weakness.

Head. Neck.

Exposed.

He looked back at Red, who seemed to notice the same thing. Both exchanged thoughts in an instant.

Kubfu's arm glowed with Brick Break.

One hit, one blow.

Make it count.

He remembered Red. He ducked.

Iron Head crashed into the wall. At that moment, in that split second of surprise, he went straight for the neck.

SMACK!

Brick Break collided with flesh. Kubfu's eyes widened at the toughness. It was tougher than any boulder. Urshifu snarled before Kubfu was tossed away, the sheer force of such a simple action causing him to fly across the arena. Instincts kicked in and he caught his landing. He looked up and noted the monstrous beast of a warrior rubbing his neck.

It hurt.

Kubfu's eyes widened.

And if it can hurt, it can bleed.

Energy surged with him.

And if it can bleed, it can be beaten.

The giant rolled his shoulders before Poison Jab rammed into hardened wood. Kubfu flinched as splinters exploded upward. He covered his face as sharp debris attempted to puncture flesh.

That was a mistake.

Urshifu blew through the wooden cloud and reached him. Surging Strikes flared to life. His body instinctively braced with Bulk Up. Mitigate the strikes like Red.

He blocked the first. He braced the second. His heart almost stopped against the third. Urshifu kept going with Close Combat. He rolled between the beast's legs to avoid it.

Find a weakness. His eyes looked ahead.

And strike.

With sharpened steel, Metal Claw swiped the back of the beast's legs. He lifted his leg to swat the cub away. Kubfu rolled low and did it again. Another Metal Claw dug into flesh. The same leg, the same spot.

Annoying gnat faced massive warlord. Kubfu took advantage of his small size and kept swiping into the flesh of the godly martial artist's leg. He had to use every advantage. Make use of his size. Utilize everything he learned.

He avoided a Poison Jab before his claws began pulsing with glowing steel.

SCHI-

Make every hit count. Quality over quantity. He couldn't let out a rain of fists. He didn't need to. As long as the strike landed perfectly, it would hurt. Claws stabbed into stone-like skin.

-INK!

It dug through. Kubfu flipped away just as the titan crumbled. Urshifu let out a grunt, down on one knee. He would recover. He had to use this. His fist turned cold.

Kubfu reached the beast in an instant. He jumped up.

Ice Punch collided.

BAM!

Urshifu's head rolled back. Brick Break coated his other arm.

He dug into the warlord's neck.

BANG!

Like a gunshot, his strike was critical.

Urshifu's eyes glowed with rage. The tower shook as he released a roar that sent Kubfu flying. Before he could soar out of the Pokemon's range, he was grasped with a firm hand. Horror dawned in Kubfu's eyes as he was tossed up. Surging Strikes rained from below.

He could not react fast enough.

BOOM!

Sharp pain rammed into him from the first.

BOOM!

Urshifu grabbed him again before he was sent flying and dropped him to release the second.

BOOM!

Kubfu's body crumbled to the ground as Urshifu launched the third straight down.

He lost his breath as he was kicked into the wall. Kubfu did his best to evade the onslaught. Close Combat rocked his bones. Poison Jab exploded into his flesh. His vision blurred.

Was this his end? Did he climb this high only to be tossed back down? This tower, this enviable, frustrating tower; would he never get solace within its walls? All this training, was it for nothing?

Smack!

He took a step back as he braced for another punch. Every strike was as ferocious as a tsunami. He was the flood gate doing his best to keep it contained.

BANG!

Bruises littered his flesh. He could see Red tense as he watched Kubfu endure this endless punishment. They were both students. They had trained together, broken bread together, and trusted each other.

He must look so pitiful right now.

Another Bulk Up mitigated an Iron Head coming his way. Was this it?

No. He refused. This was not his end. Not. Like. This.

You've been hard at work.

His body tensed.

Your punches are getting deadlier by the day.

Kubfu braced for another fist. His training was not wasted here. Muscles ached as he flipped back. Red's Pokemon didn't help him just to see him fall like this. He worked too hard to lose.

He climbed this mountain.

You'll get there, I'm sure of it.

He remembered everything. The technique he developed. The one Red inspired. The one his Pokemon helped refine. Kubfu took a deep breath as he watched Urshifu dart forward. This was his last chance. He would fall here otherwise.

He needed to use it now.

He needed to master it now.

Kubfu went into a stance...

Urshifu reached him in an instant.

In Kubfu's mind eye, the beast's image was replaced with that of a boulder.

Surging Strikes roared to life.

...and let out a single punch.

XXX

Glowing light generated raging winds. Mustard's eyes widened into massive saucers as he was pushed back. Red held his ground, his eyes focused as the impossible happened before the old man's eyes.

BOOM!

His Urshifu was launched into the other side of the arena. The wall gave way in an instant. Wood, dust, and splinters exploded outward, burying his greatest Pokemon under a mound of debris. His head whipped to his Pokemon.

STOMP!

Only to look back at what could only be classified as a miracle.

Bulging arms swiped through the dust. Mustard tensed. Red grinned. It was almost maniacal.

Urshifu melted into his stance. It was once a mimicry of the real thing. A fake. Now it was very much real.

For the first time in Mustard's long life, he had just witnessed a Kubfu evolve without the scrolls. Kubfu's time with Red had reverse-engineered the techniques hidden in the darkness and harnessed its martial energy as his own. He didn't think it was possible. To remake the fighting style hidden inside a scroll without knowing the contents should not be something that could be done.

Mustard's Urshifu exploded out of the rubble, enraged. He let out a deafening roar. His opponent remained silent, his eyes focused. Mustard realized that the beast had adopted the trainer's mannerisms.

His hands reached for his Dynamax Band only to force himself to drop it. Gigantamaxing here would destroy the tower entirely!

No, he must face him fair and square. Mustard's smile widened as his heart began to beat wildly. It had been quite a while since he was caught unaware. Red's grin matched him.

Their competitive spirit reached a crescendo.

"Urshifu!" Mustard roared. "Let's show these whippersnappers how it's done!"

"It's time for the student to surpass the master," Red said. "Victory is within our grasp. Don't let go."

Both beasts met at the center.

XXX

Death from a thousand strikes.

One fist, one blow.

Which one was better? People would often debate it, arguing the intricacies of both branches of war. It sounded foolish to him. They were weapons. They did the job. Why argue over semantics? Tools should be used. That was their purpose.

Neither was better than the other. Both were equally viable. Both were powerful martial arts that stood the test of time. For generations, each style had obtained accolades beyond compare. They were rivals. They were comrades. They were peers.

Surging Strikes manifested out of thin air. He watched it.

BOOM!

He blocked the first.

BOOM!

He avoided the second.

BOOM!

He caught the third.

BANG!

His opponent's breath left him as Wicked Blow collided. The warlord's chest tested iron fists. He grabbed the warrior's arms before he could fall back. With raised fists, he launched another.

Gunshot.

BANG!

Wicked Blow crashed into his face. The berserker backed off, great hands clutching his head in pain. He relaxed into his stance. His opponent shook his head before sending a piercing glare his way. He took it in stride, watching as his foe circled him.

Both styles had their weaknesses. Both had their strengths. His opponent was fluid, adaptable. His aggression made it hard for Pokemon to recover. His onslaught was feared.

But it was also exhausting. It drained his opponent to fight like this. When he watched Red and Mustard fight, he understood that.

So he must fight like how he was taught. Through the foundations his sensei laid for him. Through the style Red had built for him. Through the lessons Red's Pokemon had offered for him.

Efficient. Exploitive. Dirty.

Dark. Deadly. Dangerous.

I guess you can call me a dirty fighter.

Swift like raging water, the berserker rushed him. He backed off, evading the Close Combat. His opponent roared, taunting, boastful. He ignored it. Unnecessary.

Find the perfect opportunity.

He would finish it with his next blow.

Rampaging, his opponent began another assault. Poison Jabs combined with Close Combat. Surging Strikes flew, as myriad as storm rain. With keen eyes, he tracked each fist. He blocked a dozen. He dodged another. He braced for the rest.

Bruises formed. Sturdy technique avoided grievous damage.

It was a dance. A brutal show against the raging seas and ominous silence. It was a tense balance. The damage he sustained as a Kubfu hindered his form somewhat. His opponent's injuries from three perfect blows slowed his rage to manageable levels.

His fists blocked a flurry of Close Combat. He ducked under a Poison Jab.

Time slowed. His instincts urged him.

His foe was exposed.

It was time.

Flawless technique formed. Darkness exploded outward. His fist tightened into a manifestation of a war god's wrath. He could see his opponent's eyes widen. He could feel the roaring of the sea being beckoned once more. One last desperate Surging Strikes.

He would be too slow.

Fear the Pokemon who practiced one attack a thousand times.

This was his summit.

BANG!

XXX

Cynthia took a scoop of her ice cream.

"Delicious?"

"Very," she grinned as she took it in her mouth. Caitlin watched her, amused. The Unova Elite Four was visiting. A small break, she said. The woman had apparently been very busy in Unova. Judging from the excessive yawns, she could tell. Then again, the woman did like to sleep. "It's a surprise to see you in Sinnoh."

Caitlin waved it off. "I have been doing my part helping my lord with his work. I thought it prudent that I take a small break before I resume my activities."

"Small?" Cynthia blinked. "You took a trip to Sinnoh. From Unova."

That must have been expensive.

She yawned. "I could afford it." Right. Cynthia kept forgetting that. "I would have visited Red, but I didn't want to disturb him from his journey."

"So you decided to visit me instead?"

"Yes," Caitlin smiled. "We're friends, after all. I would like to spend more time with you. I will head back to Unova tomorrow, but I figured that I would learn more about my lord's consort."

"I'm his girlfriend."

"That's what I said," Caitlin laughed. "Consort."

Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Well, Caitlin, what have you been up to lately?"

"Pressuring Team Plasma and raiding several of their hideouts."

That was one way to answer her question. Cynthia stopped eating and looked at the woman. "What?"

"Under Red's orders, of course." Caitlin didn't seem to find anything wrong with it. "Throughout his journey, he has been sending me locations of Team Plasma's bases. It is curious how he knows their locations." She took a spoon and scooped some of the Sinnoh champion's ice cream. Cynthia blinked and grabbed it back. Caitlin pouted. "I should ask him."

Perhaps he had a history with them in the past. Well, future. Thinking was hard. It would make sense. "I expected him to fulfill his responsibilities after exploring Galar." He mentioned handling business in Unova during his time in Celestic Town.

This was not what she figured he meant.

"He has been trying to pinpoint the exact location of a specific spot," Caitlin said. "He did not know where it was, but he told me that what he was looking for was a castle. If I find it, I was told to tell him as soon as possible."

"And he has been feeding you information."

"We have narrowed it down." She nodded. "Red tells me everything he knows and I, along with the rest of Unova's Elite Four and gym leaders, make use of it to find this...castle."

"Do you know why?"

She shrugged. "That is all I know."

"Breaking news! Chaos erupts in Unova! Forest aflame as a mysterious Pokemon rages across Victory Road!" Both blinked as they turned to see a massive white dragon release a blast of immense heat. The cameraman atop a helicopter shook as if the very land quaked from its strength. They watched in silence as they noted a castle burning in the distance.

Cynthia lowered her spoon. She looked at Caitlin. "That castle?"

"That castle," the psychic noble sighed. She massaged her head. "On the day I took a break too."

She watched the woman run off, mumbling and cursing, no doubt to take a plane straight back to her region. The screen was blinded by orange light as more of the castle erupted with legendary fire. Did Red plan this? She wouldn't be surprised if he did.

She should be worried and in truth, she was, but she trusted that Red knew what he was doing. The way he adapted to Mewtwo's ambush was proof of that. She would leave it to him and if he needed her, she would come.

She took another bite of her ice cream.

Having a reliable boyfriend was pretty cool.

XXX

"Do you really have to go?" Avery slumped. "I thought you would be studying under this dojo a little longer."

Red smiled sadly. "I do, unfortunately."

"But why?" Klara whined. "The place is going to be so boring without you."

"I have some things I need to deal with back home," he laughed. Behind him, Thwackey, Applin, Corviknight, and Urshifu stood. "I'll return to Galar just in time for a party though."

"Is it Rose's little party thing?" Avery blinked. He smiled. "I was invited as well."

Klara perked up. "Me too!"

"I'll see you both then," Red said. He turned to an approaching elderly man. He bowed. "Thank you for everything."

Mustard waved it off. "Thank you for studying here."

"I would have stayed a little longer, but there was an emergency back home. I want to deal with it personally." He sighed. "Sorry for cutting things short."

"Don't worry about it. You're always welcome here," Mustard laughed, "and I feel like I have little left to teach you anyhow." He nodded to Urshifu. "If you want to go with him, I won't stop you. You two make an excellent team. I know you will go far." Urshifu bowed to him. Mustard cracked a smile before tossing a pokeball to Red. "Take care of him, lad."

He caught it. "I will."

"Now run along now," he said. "You've got business in Unova, right? Being champion and all."

"Huh?" Avery looked at the man in a new light.

Klara gulped. "You're telling me you're a champion." Her face twitched. "And you did not tell me."

"Klara, you're face."

"Imagine if I posted this on Pokevision! The views, Avery, the views!"

Red sighed, ignoring the bickering in the background. "So you knew."

"Not initially," Mustard grinned, "but there is no way I lost to a nobody. My pride won't accept that. I looked you up, King of Unova."

"Right," he said. "Well, I shouldn't expect anything less from Galar's longest-reigning champion."

Mustard barked a laugh. Brat. "I expect you on the world stage one day, boy. It'd be a shame for Unova to have you all for themselves."

"If you're talking about the World Coronation, I plan on doing it eventually," Red said. "I wanted to explore Galar first."

"I understand," he chuckled. He understood the boy. Ambition was all well and good, but he learned over time that it was the journey that was worth more than the destination. Leon didn't quite understand that. "Farewell and safe travels."

Red nodded. "Farewell."

His student left, taking a flying taxi straight back. That man would go far. He had what it took to become a monarch if he put his mind to it. Ha. Leon should watch out. The lad finally got some legitimate competition.

He turned back to Avery and Klara who tensed at his gaze. "What're you two doing? Get back to training!"

The two groaned.

Chapter 14 Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

He called it a gilded cage.

Sculpted out of smooth stone and polished marble, it was a fortress that sheltered naive innocence. When he told him of his memories within its vaunted halls, Red couldn't help but wonder what it would look like. N said it was a beautiful kind of hell—a delusional paradise that promised safety in exchange for ignorance. To them, the price of wisdom wasn't worth eternal innocence.

Red had never been there before. N would tell him that he wasn't missing out on much. He took his word for it.

Thump.

Charizard landed with a crunch, his impressive weight crushing gravel. He gave the fire-type a small pat on the neck before dropping to look at the sight before him.

What was once a magnificent structure became nothing more than scorched rubble. Tapestries were blackened with vanquished fire. Melted marble gleamed atop crumbled stone. In the distance, smoke rolled from faded wood—the falling ashes staining the carpet floor.

It was a testament to its quality that it looked grand despite the damages. His fingers touched a loosened painting. Coal-like residue hid its contents, but he could make out a familiar image of green hair hidden within the blemishes. His old friend's home had been torn asunder. Merciless flames left behind only ruins. It was a shame. He wanted to see it before it burned.

Stomp.

He heard a huff of disdain. The rumbling in Charizard's throat signaled the approach of others. Acting as a vigilant guardian, his loyal companion took a step forward as several figures drew near. He placed a hand on Charizard to stop his advance. Drayden, Caitlin, and Clay were allies. Scaring them would do no one any good.

"My lord," Caitlin curtsied. The woman relaxed at the sight of him. "As you can see, we have found the castle." She flushed. "Or, well, what is left of it."

She looked embarrassed. His smile told her that he wasn't disappointed—far from it. He didn't expect to see this place for a while. Ghetsis kept his cards close to his chest. His son's home was someplace he would never reveal unless necessary.

"So this is Team Plasma's main headquarters," Clay grunted at the smoldering ruins. "A castle and prince of all things. Talk about delusional."

"A delusion born from good intentions," Red reminded him. The sheriff had little mercy for Team Plasma, and he did not blame them. While Ghetsis might have twisted it into what it is now, its core values held reason. If it didn't, N wouldn't have aligned with them in the first place.

"Good intentions twisted into an illusion of justice," Clay grumbled, "is injustice regardless of origin."

"Injustice paid for with fire and ash."

"Reshiram," Drayden stated without hesitation. He looked at the ruins before him. "The Dragon of Truth dispelled the mirage. It has appeared and enacted terrible judgment on Team Plasma. For what reason, however, I am not sure."

"It was beckoned." Red joined him in watching the smoldering remains. "Team Plasma has awakened it."

Drayden scrunched his brows. "I find it hard to believe that they could take control of one of our legends even with the technology they possess."

"The dragon joined them willingly."

"That should be impossible."

Red nodded. Reshiram wouldn't have bowed to Ghetsis or Colress, and it certainly wouldn't have followed any of the Seven Sages. Drayden was right to be doubtful. None of the elites within Team Plasma's ranks would be noticed by one of their most beloved historical figures.

But N was different.

"It wasn't without great struggle." He looked at the broken castle. Even with the pure soul N carried, the primordial white dragon burned through his home without mercy. He turned to Clay. "I need a report."

"No sign of Team Plasma," the gym leader clicked his tongue. "They fled the moment they were discovered. By the time we arrived, all that was left was scorched earth and rubble."

In his time, N would flee, his castle raised by Reshiram's descent. Covered under the guise of chaos, his old friend would escape his father's shadow. He would experience the world through his eyes and discover the bonds forged between man and Pokemon. He would grow and become someone who embodied the truth of all things. His purity would mature, refined into a brilliant resolve that knew few equals.

He wondered if that would happen again. A small part of him swelled with hope that it would, before crushing the thought mercilessly. He couldn't assume, not without evidence. "I see. Look through what is left. Maybe we will find something in this mess."

"Already working on it," Clay crossed his arms. "I got men combing through the place as we speak."

Of course, he did. Unova's competence was unrivaled. He smiled. "I shouldn't be surprised."

"We have the momentum," Clay smirked. "I'd sooner damn myself than lose it."

He chuckled. With diligence like that, he knew Unova was in good hands. "I will do my own investigations as well." His eyes fixed on the psychic, who straightened at his gaze. "Would you like to come with me, Caitlin?"

"M-Me?" She pointed at herself.

"I may have use of your psychic abilities," he said. Out of all the telepaths he knew, she was second to none. "And I trust you."

He was aware of her capabilities and limitations. She was strong, and despite her fragile appearance, she had a deceptive tenacity that belied her noble frame. Even if she herself didn't believe it, he knew that he could count on her.

She deserved his faith just as he deserved hers.

The earnestness in his voice made her look away with flushed cheeks. She really needed to get used to his compliments eventually. She earned them. "If that is what you want, I see no reason to refuse."

He was glad for her cooperation. He looked back at Clay and Drayden. "I will leave this place to you."

Clay tipped his hat to him. "We'll tell you if we find anything."

There was no doubt in his mind that they would. Clay and Drayden were some of the best Unova had to offer. The sheriff's sense of justice rivaled his. Discovering Team Plasma's main base of operations only made the man more motivated.

Charizard huffed before lowering himself for his trainer to mount.

"Do you need a ride, Caitlin?"

"If you are offering," she stepped forward with a small smile. "Can he carry the both of us?"

His Pokemon spewed out a small burst of fire as if offended that she would even doubt his strength. Caitlin blushed with embarrassment. He laughed. "He can."

Charizard rolled his eyes.

XXX

N would often dream of the outside world.

It was childish of him, but being trapped in a manor would make anyone's mind wander, no matter how massive their home was. At first, he thought of the worst. He imagined a dystopian society bereft of reason or compassion. Violence would be a rampant epidemic. Cruelty would be a commonality. In his mind, he painted a picture of an uninviting kingdom in which power trumped reason.

I expected a land of vices.

N picked up a cap. It had a tasteful mix of blues and reds with a white base. The building they were in held a veritable trove of toys and souvenirs.

I was met with a land of vibrant colors and warm smiles.

That's one of the King of Unova's hats! Timburr stared at the object in his hand as if it were a prized relic. It might as well be. N was lost in this new world.

"Is that so?" He looked up and noticed the myriad racks of caps neatly displayed within the small store. A picture of a man with black hair, warm amber eyes, and sun-kissed skin was plastered on the walls.

So that was the King of Unova. He didn't look like anything Ghetsis described. For someone with such a brutish reputation, he seemed rather unimposing. Not a single ounce of aggression could be felt.

He usually gets a new hat whenever he goes to a new region, Timburr explained. Whatever he wears becomes super popular. I've heard many companies try to reach out to him so he could wear their products, but he's someone who values his privacy. It's hard to contact him sometimes.

A private man, then. "I can imagine him making a lot of money from this."

Yeah, but I don't think he's into that either. Timburr's eyes sparkled when N picked up a small plushie of a particular yellow mouse. That's a limited-edition Pikachu plushie! He is the king's most iconic ace, having battled and won against some of the strongest Pokemon in the world.

It was amazing to think something this small could be considered the pinnacle of strength. The world was full of surprises. Timburr was staring at the various merchandise with wide eyes. His desire was clear on his face. N smiled before placing the hat on the fighting-type.

Bwuh? Timburr picked up the cap on his head before looking at the teen.

"It suits you," he said.

The fighting-type sputtered. Are you sure?

It was clear he wanted it. "I am."

T-Thank you, Timburr took the gift before looking at N worriedly. But you are going to need to pay for this. Do you even have money?

Ah, right. A concept that he was aware of but hadn't experienced firsthand. The currency of the world was a strange one. "My father will pay for it."

You shouldn't aggravate him too much, you know? Timburr didn't seem to mind despite his words. He almost denied your request to explore the region.

"I am the one that has Reshiram's allegiance, not him." N rubbed Timburr's head affectionately. His father wished to dictate his every action. Unfortunately for his old man, he was Team Plasma's newest king. While Ghetsis might have authority, Reshiram's commitment gave him a bargaining chip his father couldn't refuse.

The sound of yelling reached his ears.

"Look at that Pikachu go, Rob!"

"He had just cut through that Garchomp, John! Drasna's down to her last Pokemon!"

A television above him played a battle on the big screen. An exhausted yellow mouse tensed as a dragon fell to one knee. The sight of their injuries warred with his sensibilities. Grievous wounds could be seen on both Pokemon. He winced. No matter how many times he'd seen it, the bloodsport always churned his stomach.

He never liked seeing Pokemon get hurt.

They fight because they want to, Timburr's words broke him out of his thoughts. They are not being forced to.

Maybe, but it wasn't right all the same. He sighed. "They shouldn't need to."

Some of us have dreams of becoming strong, the fighting-type watched the recording play out. Pikachu's Iron Tail glowed once Mega Altaria was unveiled. Some of us acknowledge that the best way to get that strength is through a trainer. He gave him a small smile. It's in the name.

"People abuse it," N watched as the yellow mouse began a deadly dance with the dragon. "They take your dreams and exploit them."

Timburr couldn't deny it. He experienced it firsthand. Still, Just because there are risks to doing something, it shouldn't stop you from doing it.

"The risks shouldn't be this extreme," he said, eyes downcast. "No one's dream is worth eternal servitude." They took from those in the wild, stripping them of their life and family to become nothing more than slaves of a master. They did not have a choice. An ultimatum would be made: either fight off their slavers or be imprisoned by their machines.

Timburr looked away. Not all humans are like that.

"I know," he said, "but there is enough to be concerned." He took a stuffed Pikachu toy and motioned for him to follow. "Let's buy these and go. There are still a few things I want to check out."

Kay, Timburr sighed. You don't have a phone though. How are you going to get your father to pay for it?

"Ghetsis won't leave me to my own devices," N chuckled humorlessly, "I am sure he has someone watching me here. Let's go find them."

Timburr snickered. Yeah, that sounds like your father, alright. Paranoid dastard.

"That's my dad you're talking about."

He gave him a look. Am I wrong?

No, he was not.

XXX

He would continue to experience this world.

"Thank you for your patronage!"

N nodded pleasantly before taking a bowl of ramen. The fresh air and clear skies made it great to eat outside. Hunger had led them to a ramen stall, the foreign yet savory smell attracting them like a Volcarona to a flame. His friend eagerly took a seat and began to chow down. He couldn't blame him. It had been some time since they last ate.

So good! Timburr slurped it with a moan.

N watched his friend with amusement before taking a bite. His eyes raised at the savory taste. He was used to fine dining in his old home, but he had never tried ramen before. The diversity of the world's cultural cuisine was astonishing. Wow. "It is."

The chef's Simipour watched their reactions before clapping enthusiastically. The chef, a big and burly man, laughed good-naturedly, content with a work well done. He took in more of the broth as he observed the people and Pokemon around him. Seeing kids play with the Lillipups and Purrloins in the area was fascinating. There were no forced interactions between the two.

He watched a police officer eat with her Swanna. An old lady was feeding a flock of Pidoves. The Simipour from earlier seemed to be having the time of her life with the chef beside her. The symbiotic relationship these people had with their Pokemon wasn't what he expected.

Timburr noted his conflicted expression. He gulped down his ramen. The world isn't as bad as your father says.

"Maybe," N took another bite, "but if the world is this peaceful, then pokeballs aren't a necessary invention." He wondered what would happen if those who were shackled by the prisons of human ingenuity were allowed to be free. Would they continue to interact with humanity? Would humanity be as carefree as they were now? Would paranoia and fear destroy what seemed to be a civilized utopia?

It's not a prison, Timburr was confident in his words.

"But it can be one."

It's not its intention. Timburr shook his head. Don't let what a couple of bad people do with it become the standard for everyone else. For me, it was a shelter. Some trainers allow their Pokemon to leave their pokeballs whenever they want. The King of Unova's Pikachu never gets in his pokeball.

Huh. N slurped some noodles before swallowing. He considered his words. "I never knew that."

Your dad wouldn't tell you. He rolled his eyes. He only wants you to see the worst of humanity.

"And you think that the best of humanity will make me change my mind?" Ultimately, the depravities he had witnessed were still very much real. Just because he was allowed to see the highs of human compassion, it didn't take away from the lows of human selfishness.

Maybe. Maybe not. He shrugged. You want to see the full picture. What you decide in the end is your choice alone.

A choice. It was funny. Having the freedom to choose his path wasn't something he ever expected to have. The newfound independence was addicting, but it wouldn't last. His eyes glanced at the Shadow Triad hidden in the crowd. He was given a longer leash, but it was still a leash. Ghetsis would never leave him unattended.

In a way, it was like he was in a pokeball of his own.

He chuckled at the irony of it all.

XXX

"Hello."

"Welco—Oh Arceus, y-you're Red! Pikachu!?" The store clerk covered her mouth before her eyes looked behind him, and she almost fainted at the sight of the psychic. "And Caitlin of the Elite Four?! Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming."

The woman had no idea what to do. Her body was halfway between a bow and a handshake, her sensibilities clashing with her idol worship. Caitlin's mentor was quick to stop the action with a shake of his head. "There is no need for that."

"R-Right," the woman straightened with a flush. "Sorry about that, champion, sir. What can I do for you?"

People whispered around them as they looked at the duo with reverence. Her mentor and king ignored the attention. "I am looking for a man. Long green hair and blue eyes. He should be in his mid-to-late teens. Have you seen anyone like that around here?"

The clerk's eyes sparkled before slapping her cheeks to focus on the man's words. She cleared her throat. "I-I sold someone a hat and a plushie that matches your description a few days ago."

Red perked up. "Really? That's great. Do you know where he went?"

"I'm afraid I don't," she said, looking greatly apologetic. Caitlin was sympathetic. She hated not having the answer her mentor was looking for, too. "He was talking to a Pokemon, though. I think I heard him mention something about food."

"Food," Red mused. "Thank you. That helps immensely."

"You're welcome," the clerk breathed before a deep blush blossomed on her cheeks. Caitlin noted her hands reaching for a phone. An embarrassed smile appeared on the nervous woman. "D-Do you mind if we take a picture?"

Most people would have denied her. They were currently investigating Team Plasma, and time was of the essence. Caitlin would have said no herself. Her king was far more patient. Red shrugged and nodded. "Sure. It'll have to be quick, though. I have places to be."

"Thank you so much." The woman's look was joyous. "It'll only be one picture, I promise!"

Pikachu rolled his eyes but joined his trainer as they posed with the woman. There was a quick snap. She squealed as she looked at the selfie.

"We have to get going," he said, amused.

"Don't let me hold you!" She bowed.

They turned to leave the store just to see a large crowd surrounding the entrance. Flashes of light bombarded her senses. It was only Charizard's intimidating presence that stopped anyone from entering. His fire-type guarded the door like an overzealous bouncer. No one dared to try him.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Red sighed at his old friend's actions. "You do not have to do that, Charizard." The fire-type let out a puff of smoke. The moment he was exposed to the public, the screams swung into a crescendo. A group of women squealed. Caitlin's brows twitched at the clear adoration.

Maybe her mentor's Charizard was onto something. This much attention was ridiculous.

"It's really him! It's actually him!"

"I love you, Red!"

"Marry me!"

He greeted them with a nod, which only made them squeal louder, before getting on the fire-type. Caitlin rode behind him, her frail arms wrapping around his chest. She hoped that he couldn't feel the rapid beating of her heart. It would be quite scandalous.

"Ready to go?"

"Yes," she nodded.

Their impatient steed released his wings. The screaming crowd made Charizard eager to escape the cacophony of light and sounds. Caitlin wouldn't mind getting out of here, too. Her king's fame in Unova was immense. Understandably, of course.

Her grip on her king tightened the moment Charizard exploded upward. The billowing wind made her hair fly wildly. Such force! As expected of a Pokemon chosen and trained by her mentor! She closed her eyes and dug her head into his back to escape most of it. Eventually, the burst of speed stabilized to a more pleasant pace. She let out a breath.

"Sorry about that." The rise of Red's chest indicated his amusement at her predicament. She opened her eyes to see her mentor's charming smile. "Charizard wanted to get out of there as fast as possible."

The fire-type let out a stream of fire in the air. He wasn't going to deny his trainer's words. It was true, after all. She let out a small giggle. "It's fine. I am with Charizard in this one. Your fame can be rather suffocating."

"I apologize for that," he sighed. "I would've thought they'd calm down by now."

"You are their champion."

"They weren't like this with Alder."

True. She shrugged. "You both appeal to different things, I suppose."

Alder was like a kind grandfather—old but gold. His fame was massive but tame. Meanwhile, Red was young, rather handsome, and a walking sensation. He was at the top of Unova's world—the man to watch. The older generation respected his strength, while the youths aspired to reach it.

He let out a huff. "I guess." He patted Charizard's neck. "I appreciate what you did for me, Charizard." The beast let out a sarcastic roar. Caitlin grinned. Red rolled his eyes. The warrior would rather fight than deal with the constant attention. "We got a lead. That is all that matters."

"A man with long green hair and blue eyes," she repeated his words. She never heard of someone who matched that description. "That is rather specific."

"He was someone inside the castle."

"Truly?" She blinked. "Is he someone of great importance to Team Plasma?"

"You could say that."

They were aware of the Seven Sages, Colress, and Ghetsis. It was troubling to think there was more to the hierarchy of Team Plasma than they first realized. Whoever it was, Red had prioritized him over anyone else. The significance of this one person must be rather immense. It was curious, too. "You did not tell the others."

"I don't want to scare him away," he said. "He isn't anyone particularly dangerous, but having Clay scour the region for him would only worsen things."

That was fair. Clay was about as subtle as a boulder. That wasn't to say that he couldn't keep a secret, but the man preferred to face the threat directly. He was a good man for that and someone that they could rely on, but his preference for doing things by the book might clash with her mentor's plans. A distant memory returned to her. "Is this the person you wanted to talk to?"

"Yes," he said. "I can't promise that anything will come of it, but I wanted to try nonetheless."

"You do not need to promise me anything." Caitlin placed her head on his back. "If you think it will work, it will work."

Red let out a laugh. "You put too much confidence in me."

"Normally, I would have found it suspicious." He knew more than he let on. To anyone else, that would warrant further investigation. A part of her still did want to know more. "However, you have never led us astray so I am comfortable in putting my trust in you."

"Such unwavering faith."

She tightened her arms around him. "Having something to believe in is never a bad thing."

He invited her to join in his investigation and revealed information that he wouldn't offer to others. He believed that she could take care of the region in his stead. She did her best to meet that faith with her own. He relied on her. She would do the same.

Red didn't respond to her words for some time. She was content to let the silence consume the rest of their ride together. Surprise colored her features when he finally did.

"Thank you for believing in me."

She smiled. "Thank you for trusting in me."

She was his student just as much as he was her teacher. What she did for him was merely to pay a debt, no matter how small.

XXX

He was everywhere. No matter where he went, he would see him.

N stared at a billboard. The image of Unova's champion had become a recurring sight during his brief journey through Unova. Focus and determination had become synonymous with the king's visage. Pikachu was never far behind. With arms outstretched, he looked like he was in the middle of directing commands against his opponent.

Timburr called his ascension a recent endeavor. Unova wasted little time letting the entire region know, it seemed.

"I'm going to have Pikachu as my starter!"

"Idiot. Pikachus aren't native to Unova."

"Go easy on her, Hugh. She doesn't know any better."

He glanced at the sound of kids bickering nearby. The trio was very young—around nine, by his estimations—a girl and two boys. They were by a store's window staring at another recording of this king. Judging from Red's age on the screen, it was an older recording. N blinked at the youth he exhibited. To think the man had fought as young as ten. They started early.

The boy named Hugh sighed. "Our choices are Tepig, Snivy, and Oshawott."

The girl crossed her arms and let out a small 'humph.' "There are no rules against picking something else, though. Red started his journey in Sinnoh, but he didn't pick Chimchar, Piplup, or Turtwig!"

"Sure," Hugh let out a deep breath, "if they were even a thing here, I could agree with that, but you are delusional if you think the professor has a spare Pikachu just lying around, Rosa."

"Anything is possible!" The girl didn't want to give up. She turned to the other boy. "Back me up, Nate. Pikachu is definitely starter-material. It has three evolutions, too!"

"Wouldn't it be Pichu first, then?" Nate tilted his head. "And the stereotypical partner Pokemon doesn't reach its third evolution via a stone."

"Oi," Rosa's eyes twitched. "Why are you on his side?"

"I am just telling the truth." He shrugged. "Unova's starters aren't even horrible. Why don't you pick one of the three and then find a Pikachu during your journey?"

"There are no wild Pikachus in Unova," Hugh pointed out again, much to Rosa's chagrin. "Get an Emolga. It's close enough."

"It's not the same!"

Hugh sighed. "Electric-type, adorable, and ours can even fly!"

"It's not the same!"

Nate chortled. "She's got a point."

"Not you too, Nate."

He raised his arm in surrender. "I'm just saying."

Hugh rolled his eyes. "Well, I am thinking of getting Tepig myself."

"Strong," Nate nodded. He smirked. "Oshawott then."

Hugh clicked his tongue before turning to the wallowing girl. "I guess that leaves Snivy to you."

Rosa sighed. "Fine. Snivy was my second choice anyways."

"Starter Pokemon," N noted. Timburr looked up at his friend. "What does that mean?"

Usually, it would mean their first Pokemon, he explained. Their partner. It can be anyone, but they tend to be one of the three selected by the league to give out to those who need one.

"And," N frowned, brows scrunched, "the Pokemon are fine with this?"

Mhm, Timburr nodded. They usually look forward to it. I haven't heard of one who didn't want a human companion.

"I see."

"Tepig and I will become strong. Strong enough to become champion." Hugh's declaration caused Nate to roll his eyes.

"You don't even have Tepig yet."

The boy gave Nate a playful nudge. "You know what I meant."

"Strong this, strong that," Rosa yawned. "You keep going on and on about being the best, Hugh. We get it."

"Because I have to be." For someone so young, N couldn't help but note how tight his fists were clenched. "Team Plasma took my sister's Purrloin. They broke my family. You think I am going to let them slide like that, Rosa?"

The amount of hate and vitriol he spat caused him to freeze. Timburr stilled. What?

Rosa frowned. "That's not what I meant, Hugh."

"Then don't talk about things you don't understand," he said, almost growling. "It's a good thing our champion's doing something about scum like them. They deserve everything that's coming."

"Dark," Nate noted.

N's gaze was fixed on the ground. He couldn't comprehend the child's words. Every Pokemon he liberated told him of their pains, of the abuse they received from the outside world. They were happy to leave. None wanted to return.

Team Plasma would never take Pokemon that were happy where they were. It didn't make sense. That was not the goal his father preached to him.

It would be so easy to discard the boy's words as nothing more than a delusional tantrum of inexperience. They didn't know better. It was such an easy excuse, but N was sheltered all his life. It would be hypocritical of him to claim otherwise.

Children were blunt. Children were honest. On the off chance that Team Plasma had just torn apart a loving family, he couldn't ignore what was in front of him.

So he didn't.

"Your sister's Purrloin." N's voice caused the three to jump. They turned to him. He offered a smile. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Hugh gave him a look of suspicion. "And why should I?"

Stranger danger. Right. Inwardly, he chuckled. Even Ghetsis taught him that. "I have met my fair share of Purrloins." He treated many of them. "I am curious if I might know who it is."

He hadn't met one who was depressed that they were taken by their family, but he was Team Plasma's king. He had the authority to help find the cat if necessary. It was possible.

"There's no way you can tell the difference between them," Hugh retorted.

He could. In fact, out of everyone he knew, only his sisters could rival him in that department. Every Pokemon was unique to him, and he engraved each one he treated into his mind as trinkets of their friendships.

"It doesn't hurt to try," N said. "Even if it might seem impossible, at least you can live your life free of regret, knowing that you tried every avenue available to you."

The boy wanted to grow up strong. He needed power, to force Team Plasma out of hiding and retrieve a part of his broken family. His resolve was admirable for someone so young, but no child should have to do that.

If N could do something to soothe a hurting soul, he would. Pokemon or human, he would treat them. Even if he preferred the nature of Pokemon, it wasn't in him to ignore any form of suffering. It was just the way he was.

His earnest expression seemed to affect the boy. With clenched fists, the child told his story. Timburr listened in silence. Every damning word that left Hugh's lips was like nails in a coffin. The innocence he had for Team Plasma's truths was being tested right in front of him.

It was a hard thing to swallow.

XXX

A beautiful dream was something worth fighting for.

One day, in the future of his making, he would live in a region where humans and Pokemon were equal. With Team Plasma's help, he would turn what was once considered fantasy into reality. They would forge an age of peace through Reshiram, and the world would follow his example.

He held nothing but pure intentions. He thought his father was similar. They were family. Despite his misgivings, his father had preached to him the value of life and the price of freedom. Nothing was free, he once said. To cause change, actions had to be taken. To ignore what was in front of him was to ignore the wrongs that were wrought by an unjust people.

Ghetsis served justice. He would never do something that would test that.

N was wrong.

His father had done noble things. Ghetsis saved the abused and endangered. He took them from their homes and sent them to him. They were nurtured and healed. Ghetsis had taught him how to use his power for good. He would forever thank him for that.

But just because someone had done good deeds, it did not exempt them from the sins they had committed.

Despite his actions, his intentions were tainted. His father had used his pure beliefs to push for crimes that he could not approve of. His people broke families in the name of the greater good. Relationships were severed for his truth. His father concocted an image of an impure saint.

What else had his father hidden from him?

"You didn't seem surprised by what the boy said, Timburr." They sat on a bench, absorbing the information in solemn contemplation. His friend remained silent throughout the child's story. There wasn't a speck of surprise there—only trepidation. Did he know, too? What had Team Plasma become?

I have heard stories, he admitted.

"Tell me."

There was an incident a few years ago. A bunch of wild Pokemon were forced to attack three trainers. The fighting-type looked away. N closed his eyes and slumped. It was later discovered that Team Plasma had controlled their minds to cause the assault. The victims were three trainers. They were children, and they did survive, thankfully, but it proves just how far they are willing to go.

Indeed. Attempted murder of children? Controlling the minds of Pokemon? He spouted some nonsense about liberating Pokemon when his own group had broken the moral ground they stood upon. N was no better than them. He was a hypocrite. Why did they do it? What was the point?

"I am a fool."

It's not your fault. Timburr looked at him. You weren't aware of it, and you hold no responsibility for your father's actions.

"I willingly believed in Team Plasma's innocence," N said. "I didn't question them."

Then question them now, Timburr crossed his arms. You had an excuse before. You didn't know. You know now, so what are you going to do about it?

A good question. What was he going to do about it?

He ran his hand through his face. The words of his friend swam through his mind. His stomach churned when he couldn't answer. How could he? Should he quit? Should he leave? He asked his father to see the world. He didn't deny him due to Reshiram's supreme authority, but his father was keeping a close eye on him. Any hint of betrayal, he would expect and respond with unforgiving force.

It wasn't a bad idea, however. When he relayed his thoughts to his friend, Timburr's eyes scrunched.

A king shouldn't run away from his problems.

He stilled. "Quitting is not running away."

You claim that you want to change the world, Timburr gave him a hard stare. By quitting, you leave Team Plasma to do as they please. That is not something a king would do. That isn't something the King of Unova would do.

"I cannot fight them," he said.

Then don't, Timburr said. You are their king. Rule over them. Change their ways.

"My father will resist."

He was the one who crowned you. Timburr huffed. You want to change the world? Change it. Reshiram chose you, not Team Plasma. It believed in your truth. Not theirs.

N took a deep breath. "They will not like how I rule." His father's methods were cruel, but they were the foundations of Team Plasma's operation. People did not like change, especially ones that challenged everything they had done before.

It's not about what they like, he shrugged. This is about being true to yourself.

He paused to process his words. That was right. What was the point of doing anything if it wasn't true to himself? The truth was something he believed in. If he continued on this path, he would forsake the very thing that got him this far.

Reshiram chose him because of his undeniable resolve. It saw conviction and was willing to follow it, but by doubting himself, he was doubting Unova's legend.

"Some of them will rebel." His ideas would be questioned. They would challenge his authority, and those who were content with Ghetsis's leadership would refuse him. Team Plasma would fracture and become weaker because of it. Was it something he was willing to do?

Of course they will, Timburr nodded, but there will be those who are willing to hear you out, too.

"And if they don't?"

It doesn't hurt to try, Timburr crossed his arms, That's what you said, right? Live your life free of regret, knowing you have attempted every possible avenue.

Ha. Right. N cracked a smile. "I guess so." Even if they failed, as long as an attempt was made, they could live with their heads held high. "They will try to stop us."

Undoubtedly. What N was going to do might be considered heretical. The fighting-type didn't seem to be bothered, though. It will be tough, but not everything in life is easy.

"If we fail?"

His friend shrugged. If we can't stop them now, I know my king will.

N let out an amused breath. "Even with Reshiram, you still hold conviction to your own beliefs."

You are a king, but you're not my king.

Perhaps that was why N trusted him.

XXX

He was a far more patient man than she.

A Simipour shoved a bowl of ramen onto her, bowing at them with great gusto. The chef shook Red's hands enthusiastically. The flashes of light and the familiar signs of phones recording had begun to test her restraint. It was a good thing she had mastered her psychic powers. Things would have gotten ugly fast otherwise.

"Take it for free!" A steaming hot bowl of ramen was placed in the man's hand.

"I appreciate the gift," Red laughed, "but I would like an answer to my question if possible."

"A green-haired man with blue eyes, right?" The chef blinked as he rubbed his chin. "I have seen him around. He and a Timburr had some of my food."

"And do you know where they went?" The chef pointed to his right. "Thank you." He turned to her with a nod. They were about to leave until the man took out his phone. Caitlin was ready to break it and get out of here. Charizard didn't look enthused either.

"Is it possible to get a picture first?" The psychic's brows twitched. "With Caitlin, too, if possible. My daughter is a big fan of you both, you see."

"We are quite busy," she sighed.

The man's shoulder slumped. Red waved it off. "It's fine." He gave the chef a small smile. "Once I finish my business, I will return to give you that picture. Is that fine with you?"

"More than fine." He perked before bowing deeply. "Thank you, champion!"

They left the clutches of the populace. People continued to follow them, unfortunately, but at least they kept a small distance. It was thanks to Charizard's intimidating presence that they stopped approaching. She was grateful for that. She liked her personal space, thank you.

"I don't know how you do it, my lord."

"Red," he said offhandedly. "Diantha taught me everything I needed to know about how to handle a crowd. I take it you're not a fan?"

"Within reason, it is fine." Caitlin shrugged. She was a dangerous psychic who could easily harm others. She was a bit claustrophobic. Sue her. "I am not good with crowds."

Red nodded. "I didn't know. I'll do my best to avoid it when we're together."

"It's fine," she shook her head. "I dislike it, but I can tolerate it." Darach trained her for it, after all. She looked at the bowl in her hands. "What are we going to do with all this food?"

"Eat it," Red said. She looked at him, and he laughed. "It's good food."

"I-I suppose," she relaxed, "but shouldn't we be in a rush to look for this mystery man?"

"We are," he nodded. He sat down on the nearest bench. She joined him. "But looking suspicious won't help us. If he's here, we'll find him. If he's not, we'll move on."

She supposed that made sense. They didn't want him to run away, and considering Red's fame, whoever it was would know him instantly. She observed her surroundings. People were enjoying themselves. Of course, many were watching them too. She wasn't surprised by that. Charizard was making sure no one would go near, however, and Pikachu had jumped from his trainer's shoulder to keep fans occupied with his presence instead.

"There's a Pikachu right there, Hugh!"

"No freaking way."

She watched a trio of kids run up to the Pikachu. The electric-type waved at them, which prompted the little girl to squeal. The two boys stared at the Pokemon with disbelief.

"Ha! Told you, Hugh!"

"I can't believe it." Hugh scratched the back of his head. "An actual Pikachu."

"The only time I've seen one was when my mom took me to the Alder and Red fight." Nate tilted his head as he scrutinized the mouse. "He looks exactly like the champion's."

Hugh blinked. "Huh."

"That shouldn't be right. Our champion is in Galar."

Rosa stopped fawning over the yellow mouse when she noticed the massive Charizard in the distance. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as they darted to the duo beside the beast. "Eep."

"Eep?" Nate looked back at Rosa, who kept her eyes fixed on a single spot. He followed it before his jaws dropped.

Hugh was the last to notice. He froze. "Oh, man."

Caitlin took a bite of her ramen. It was pretty good. Pikachu seemed to take a liking to the kids since he began motioning for the children to follow him. They were more than happy to do so. Charizard gave the mouse a stink eye before sighing. As magnificent and terrifying as the fire-type was, Pikachu was Red's trusted companion and leader. Unless Red himself said otherwise, whatever Pikachu wanted goes. She giggled at the fire-type's exasperation.

"Incoming," Caitlin whispered.

"Thank you," Red laughed. He took another bite of his ramen before turning his attention to the kids. Their faces depicted a trio that couldn't believe their eyes. An understandable reaction, as far as Caitlin was concerned.

"It's got to be someone dressed up as him," Hugh reasoned, "People do that."

"Caitlin's right next to him."

Hugh winced at Nate's words. "She could be dressed up, too."

"I doubt it," Rosa rolled her eyes before taking a step towards them. She let out her hand, eyes sparkling. "It's nice to meet you, sir champion sir!" He took her hand and shook it, much to the envy of the other two boys. She smiled brightly before offering her hand to Caitlin. "You're my favorite of the Elite Four. You're so pretty!"

Caitlin blinked before taking the hand. "Thank you." She hadn't been complimented like that before. Then again, she was new to her position, so she rarely had the time to prove herself outside of the requests her champion gave her.

"You're my inspiration, sir." Hugh offered him his hand. "I want to be just like you."

Red took it. "I am flattered."

"Team Plasma has been backing down ever since you became champion," Hugh continued. "I know you're responsible for it. Thank you for dealing with that trash."

"How did you do it?" Nate looked at him. "We thought it would take a while until we'd hear of any actions from you, considering your journey through Galar and all that."

"You can thank Caitlin and the rest of Unova's Pokemon League," Red gave her a warm smile. She looked away. "It is because I trust in the competency of the region that I could leave them to handle things while I am away."

The trio looked at her, and she flushed at the attention. She gulped. "If it wasn't for my lord's help, it wouldn't have been as smooth as it was."

They turned back to him. Red waved it off. "They're the ones who did the heavy lifting."

Hugh nodded to her in thanks. "I am grateful for your work."

"What brings you here anyway, sir?" Nate asked. "I thought you would be in Galar!"

"I am looking for someone," Red answered. "Long green hair, blue eyes. A young man. A teenager, most likely."

"We've met someone like that!" Rosa perked up, and Caitlin froze as she stared at the girl. "He was weird but kind of nice."

Hugh rolled his eyes. "He was okay."

"Do you know where he went?" Caitlin's eyes narrowed.

Nate pointed to a looming tower in the distance. "We saw him go there."

Red followed it. "I see."

XXX

He first met him under the shadow of Dragonspiral Tower.

Red had grown into a near-mythological figure in his eyes. The constant exposure to his influence had built an image of someone insurmountable, powerful, and terrifying. He inspired thousands, and his strength had caused great distress to those who feared him. In N's head, he was larger than life. How could someone like him exist?

He had Reshiram by his side, but even the grand presence of one of Unova's greatest dragons did little to quell the overwhelming reputation of Unova's reigning champion.

Their king ruled a domain dominated by strength, yet it was not power that dictated the people's roles and responsibilities. He saw happiness instead of sadness. There was joy instead of suffering. Pokemon and humans did not live in fear but in harmony.

He did not see a lot, but he saw enough. He would be stupid to believe that the world was perfect. He wasn't that naive, but he wasn't foolish enough to deny the genuine relationship people had with their Pokemon. It spoke well of Red. Timburr's faith in him was justified.

Ghetsis wanted to topple it and rebuild it into something better. Perhaps his father's dream was worth it, but the methods needed to achieve it were just as important, and N would never abide by what his father was willing to do. Perpetuating a cycle of violence to create peace was not something N believed in. He might have entertained it once, but after seeing what he would have to sacrifice to create said world, he couldn't go through with it.

So, he would settle with peace. Timburr said to be true to himself, that the truth of the matter was that what he wanted to do should be something he would never regret.

He was not a fighter. He never was. To create the world he wanted to live in, he had to accept that and create a path that would reach the closest thing he had to his truth.

When Red appeared in front of him, he didn't expect it at first. He came here to think and seek his dragon companion's wisdom. The sight of the King of Unova almost felt like a dream, an illusion his mind made to play tricks on him.

But it wasn't.

"Pokedollar for your thoughts?"

Red's words only cemented that this was real. N tensed when he felt him stand next to him. They were in front of the ancient landmark. "I was just thinking about how old this tower is."

"They say it has been here for thousands of years," he crossed his arms as the champion gazed at the looming creation with a practiced eye. "People call it the oldest structure in all of Unova."

"Is it true?"

"Who knows?" Red shrugged. "We have the tools to determine it; as of now, it is the oldest building we know, but many things remain undiscovered. Perhaps what is considered fact now may be nothing but fiction later. The civilization that had built it is long gone; all that is left are fragments of its former glory. We can only piece it together with what little clues history has given us."

He was surprisingly knowledgeable about myths and legends. He didn't think someone so focused on martial prowess could be just as interested in something like history.

You learn something new every day.

"Reshiram is drawn to this place."

Red hummed. "I am not surprised. A lot of stories surrounding this tower are tied to them."

"Such as?"

"Some say this was where they were once sealed. A few are adamant this was their place of birth, their origin, and where they rest. Maybe it is all of the above, or maybe it is none of them." Red chuckled. "The thing about legends is that they get twisted over time, and variations of the same tale will spread as their versions of truth."

Time changed things, especially stories. Even truth, as resilient and unyielding as it was, could erode and become diluted over generations.

"You're not exactly what I imagined you'd be."

"Sorry to disappoint."

He shook his head. No, in fact, this was a bit better. It humanized him and made him easier to approach. He didn't know what he would have said if he had seen what he exactly expected from him. "Don't be. After everything I heard about you, seeing you in person has helped me manage my worst fears about you."

"Is my reputation really that bad?" Red looked concerned.

N laughed. "No. It was just something I built up in my head. Team Plasma called you a brute, but my friends told me you were kind."

The champion blinked in surprise before letting out a soft chuckle. "So what's your verdict?"

"I don't know," N admitted. He would have to talk to him more to find out. "I've always wanted to speak to you." He had the opportunity now. "I have questions."

The champion nodded. "I have answers."

The fact that he was willing to talk was a good sign. It allowed N to relax, even if only a little. There were so many things he wanted to ask. He took his time to consider his first question before finally deciding on one. "Finding me wasn't a coincidence, was it?"

"It was not."

"How?"

"Ghetsis seems to have taken great offense to my title," he said. "A specific one, in particular. They react with vitriol whenever people call me king, even going so far as to say that I am a fake one. It led me to conclude that they must have a king of their own, and since Ghetsis has never claimed himself to be of royal lineage, I can only assume that he had someone in Team Plasma as his charge that he was planning to coronate."

N blinked. That made sense in his mind. He wasn't aware of their champion's intelligence. His strength had been the only thing emphasized. "And my appearance?"

"The ruins of the castle left clues. Burnt paintings, tapestries, and belongings that allowed me to piece it all together," he explained. "I was able to deduce a few things. You lived a sheltered life, and you did not see much of the outside world. It was a long shot, but I flew around the local area and began asking for someone who fit your description. It led me to you."

N was silent as he processed his words. "I didn't know you were a detective."

"I am not," he said, amused. "I had a little help."

The way he said it confounded him, but he continued. "Why were you looking for me?"

"To talk to you," Red said.

"Why?"

"Peace," Red answered, and N stilled at the honesty in his voice. "People are suffering from our actions. I cannot allow that to continue, not while I am champion. It might sound idealistic, but I genuinely believe that we can find common ground and end this animosity between us."

So, he wanted peace just as much as he did. Hope swelled at the thought before reality began to set in. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

"Because I also believe that Pokemon shouldn't suffer. Your cause is a just one. It is just that your solutions are flawed," Red said.

N stared at him keenly. "What would you propose?"

"Work with me," Red answered, "and I believe we can make an impact. I will legitimize Team Plasma and make you an official organization under my blessing as Unova's champion. I will put you to work where you are needed, treating wounded and injured Pokemon, wild or domestic. Instead of indiscriminately attacking those who cannot defend themselves, you will work alongside me to deal with the exploitation of Pokemon. You will remain their leader. There will be peace."

There was a moment of silence as N processed his words.

It...sounded too good to be true. He would get to work alongside their king, not as a servant, but as a peer. He wasn't trying to disband them but to retool them, to change their purpose into something more noble. It deviated from the original foundations they built, but the change was fair and honest. It was believable.

Red didn't seek to destroy or take over Team Plasma. He truly wanted peace.

He wanted to accept it. A part of him urged him to, that the consequences of accepting an offer from a man his father despised were worth the risks.

N looked away. "I am not the sole leader of Team Plasma."

"I know," the champion said.

"Not all of them will follow me."

"There will be some," he said, "and sometimes that is enough."

"Ghetsis will not stop."

"Then we will stop him together." Red offered him his hand. N stared at it with silent trepidation. They could seal the deal here and change his life forever. "They say Reshiram only works with those who have the purest of souls. The dragon represents the truth of all things and is the ground on which you stand. The fact that it willingly listens to you means that I can trust you."

N slowly raised his hand to meet his. Hesitation filled him as he considered the man's words. "Do I have your word that you speak nothing but the truth?"

"You have my word."

N took a deep breath before taking the hand. Timburr clapped while Reshiram watched it, silent and unreadable. "I hope I do not regret this."

Blink.

"Trust me, my son, you will."

Chink.

A familiar voice echoed across the barren field before his head whipped to the source. His body instinctively tensed when he saw his father by the entrance of the archaic structure. Behind him were the Seven Sages and the Shadow Triad.

In his hand was a strange machine. A beam of light pulsed out of it, sickeningly green. Like a snake honing in on its prey, it lashed out at its intended target. His stomach dropped when Reshiram let out an agonizing roar.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

"I didn't think I would have to use this so soon," Ghetsis mused, pocketing the strange machine before smiling as his target struggled for dominance. Red and Pikachu narrowed their eyes. "You recognize it, boy? It was the same technology used during our first attempt on your life, only more refined."

"Father!" He clenched his fists as he looked on hopelessly. "What is the meaning of this?!"

His father sent a venomous glare his way. N flinched at its potency. "You have no one to blame but yourself." He slammed his staff. "I have given you every chance to fall in line, N. I entertained your every request. I have tolerated your foolish fantasies, yet you still choose to rebel against me?" Ghetsis scoffed. "I read the writing on the wall and chose to act on it. Nothing more."

Red grabbed N and pulled him away just as Reshiram's foot slammed down where he once stood. Pikachu hopped off his shoulder, and Timburr took a step back. Pained screams echoed into his soul as he watched one of Unova's legends thrash in writhing agony. It tore his heart to see it like this. He glared. "What have you done to Reshiram?"

"Do you think that I was willing to trust one of the strongest dragons in the world to someone like you?" Ghetsis met his glare with his own. "There is a reason why I invested greatly in Colress's research. I only needed you to summon it-"

"Iron Tail."

SCHINK!

Ghetsis fell back as Pikachu launched himself towards him. It took the refined instincts of his prized Shadow Triad to block the assault. Three Bisharps braced the flawless slash with precise technique. Despite their coordination, the steel-types were blown back by the impact. The sages fumbled as the force generated almost sent them flying.

There was a note of fear and disgust as Ghetsis steadied himself. "You dare?"

"I dare," Red looked at him without a hint of fear. N borrowed his confidence to stand alongside him.

His father scowled before vindication took over the moment Reshiram slumped. Red stepped forward to shield him. Gleefully, sickeningly, Ghetsis roared, "Reshiram! Heed me!" With mounting dread, N could only watch as the primordial white dragon soared. Pikachu fell back as Unova's legend slammed down in front of Ghetsis, his legendary flesh acting as a barrier against Red's wrath.

The champion kept his eyes on the legend. He'd be a fool if he didn't. "You need to leave."

N tensed at his incredulous request. "What?" He gave him a stern look. "And leave you here to face them alone?"

"It is going to get ugly," Red said. "There is a risk that they will try to harm you, and I won't be able to keep an eye on you while facing someone like Reshiram."

The writing on the wall was clear.

He was a liability. N was no fighter. He made that clear when they talked, and this was no ordinary fight. He would only slow him down.

Still...

"I can't abandon them."

"You're not abandoning anyone." Red watched as the primordial white dragon began to thrum with heat. The air around it began to distort as the temperature rose. "Your place is in shelters, clinics, and hospitals, not here on the battlefield."

And Red was. N winced. "I cannot let you sacrifice yourself for my folly."

Reshiram began charging an overwhelmingly large amount of power. Pikachu responded in kind with a surge of electricity. Red stood firm despite the incoming assault. "I am not sacrificing myself." N's eyes widened when Red gave him a confident grin. "I will win."

It was only three words. It shouldn't have been enough, but the overflowing confidence that radiated off of him was infectious. A sane man would have been terrified. No mortal should be able to see this and march forward unflinchingly. It shouldn't be possible.

Red continued to defy his every expectation, but for once, N began to understand why people followed him. He was a warrior in a garden while he was a gardener in a war. He was a soldier who fought for peace, while he was a peacekeeper who unknowingly provoked conflict.

N gulped. "Even so, it is my responsibility. I need to stay here until the very end."

Red was about to respond, but Timburr only needed to take a step forward to stop him. I'll keep him safe, my king.

The man closed his mouth as he tried to process the fighting-type's intent. While the man couldn't communicate with Pokemon in the same way he did, his vast experience working with them allowed him to read between the lines. Red cracked a smile before fixing his focus back on Reshiram. He let out a deep breath. "I see. Stick close to Timburr, N."

"I will."

BOOM!

Dragon Pulse collided with Thunderbolt.

Pikachu and Red held their ground. N's eyes widened as he was sent tumbling back by the force generated. What?! Timburr grabbed a hold of him and kept him steady. He couldn't comprehend just how powerful Reshiram was to release an attack like that with casual ease. It boggled his mind that Pikachu met the onslaught with equal strength.

This was the rumored power of the King of Unova. It met his every expectation.

Ghetsis smirked. His staff harshly slammed on cold stone, a silent command that echoed throughout the battlefield. Grunts began to leak out of the tower. N tensed as pokeballs flew in the air as the triad, sages, and their servants called upon their every Pokemon. The teen's legs shook as dozens, if not hundreds, of Pokemon began to reinforce his father's forces.

Reshiram was a massive problem alone, but handling the legendary Pokemon alongside an army of Team Plasma's Pokemon would be an impossibility even for Unova's champion.

Judging from Red's narrowed eyes, he knew that too.

"Leave it to my father not to fight fair," N breathed. He felt so useless here. "We can't beat him, Red."

In response, Red took out every pokeball and tossed them up.

Garchomp and Urshifu landed. Greninja fell gracefully. Naganadel floated behind him.

Ghetsis stared at his Pokemon, and despite his wrath, curiosity flashed at some of the ones released. His fascination was crushed in an instant, however, as he let out a scoff. "Do you think four more Pokemon are enough to stop one of the strongest dragons in the world?"

"I don't know," Red's honesty surprised them, "but I reckon that it will hurt, nonetheless."

Ghetsis scowled. "Reshiram, kill them."

"Charizard."

Charizard? N didn't see Red call forth a Charizard.

Crack. Boom.

Sound broke.

FWOOSH.

His eyes widened as a cloud of smoke painted the battlefield like a canvas. The majority of Team Plasma's forces were covered in blackened vapor as something dived into the fog of war without hesitation.

XXX

Chaos erupted in the wake of his descent.

Fiery jaws crunched through a Watchog's fur. Avenging flame enveloped a surprised Liepard and Swoobat. Too disarrayed to organize a defense, he crushed their feeble attempts with unrelenting, dominating fire.

A Cryogonal flinched as his body broke through the smoke. A desperate Ice Beam struck orange skin. He ignored it and dug draconic claws into frail ice. It shook as it tried to escape his grasp.

CRACK!

Flamethrower shattered its resistance. Two more Pokemon appeared within the Smokescreen.

SCHI-

Amoonguss and Cofagrigus let out a cry as Steel Wing dug into flesh.

-NK!

Bodies fell as he reaped through them.

Terror began to permeate as more bodies dropped. A monster hid among them. Under the cover of smoke, he ravaged their ranks. He would give them no mercy. He would offer them no compassion. His job was to crush Red's opponents, and it was a job he did well.

Three Bisharps slammed into him, Night Slash cutting into orange skin.

Clang!

CRUNCH!

A Bisharp tensed as heated jaws dug into his arm. Flames erupted out of his maw, and the steel-type pulled in a vain attempt to escape the inevitable. He wouldn't let it.

Schink! Schink! Schink!

Night Slashes dug into his neck and face as the other two Bisharp tried to free their comrade. Desperation tinged their every attack. He savored it. His jaw tightened in response. His captured prey let out an agonizing roar as Charizard punctured through hard steel and tasted vulnerable flesh.

Crack. Crunch.

The other two became frantic as they rained more cutting slashes into his skin. He ignored it, keeping his eyes on the frightened warrior in his grasp. The dark-type recoiled at his unflinching gaze. Flames began to lick out of his mouth. His prey shook his head, pleading for mercy.

He would not grant it.

The Bisharp cried a pitiful, pained sound as Flamethrower coated his skin until nothing but scorched flesh remained. The remaining warriors could do nothing as they watched one of their allies drop to the ground, unmoving.

Thud.

With a harsh stomp, his foot slammed down on the fallen Pokemon. A sickening crack could be heard as he took his first step forward.

They took a step back in response.

He could smell their fear.

Stomp.

In an instant, he reached the second Bisharp. A desperate X-Scissor collided with Steel Wing.

Clang.

He reveled in their terror.

Crack.

Sharp, unforgiving metal gave way to bladed wings. His prey attempted to flee, only for thick claws to dig into exposed skin. He tightened his hold. Bisharp screamed in anguish as Flamethower enveloped him with uncompromising vengeance.

The third Bisharp's blades grew as he attempted Guillotine. He could see the desperation in his eyes. They were not used to such an overwhelming force. For any other foe, their teamwork and skill would be an unmatched advantage. Most Pokemon would fall to their flawless technique. It was impressive.

Schink.

He found it wanting.

Charizard evaded the reaping blade before taking the second Bisharp and slamming his neck deep into the third's Guillotine. Horror grew in his foe's eyes as his impossibly sharp attack met his ally's neck.

The second Bisharp fell limp.

Thump.

Bisharp attempted one final Night Slash. Steel Wing swatted it away before claws grasped the Bisharp's neck and raised him to meet his eyes.

Any sign of resistance shattered before him. The Bisharp slumped with hopelessness, eyes closed as he waited for the inevitable. He tightened his grip on his foe, causing the Pokemon to wince. Heat thrummed in his throat.

Flamethrower claimed another.

He dropped his opponent.

Thump.

The Smokescreen was blown away in an instant as Reshiram let out a single, overwhelming flap of its wings. Grunts around them tensed as the fading fog of war revealed dozens of fallen Pokemon. The wake of his destruction had planted a seed of fear within them.

He was the vanguard, the raging storm that enveloped the battlefield in its infernal wrath. Red had believed that he was perfect for the job. He would not disappoint him. Buying time for Red's plan to come to fruition, he would carve his way into Team Plasma's ranks and shatter their confidence.

His duty was done. His Smokescreen had given Caitlin time to rally the gym leaders and Elite Four to Red's position.

The fire-type released a deafening roar, flames licking the tip of his mouth as a Flamethrower erupted upward. It was a signal, a call to arms, attracting allies from all over.

Passion had rekindled the region, and he was their bannerman. Stepping out of the forest, Unova's defenders began to call out the rest of their Pokemon. With Charizard's rampage, the numbers on both sides were closer than before.

Good. His eyes went to the strongest obstacle on the field.

Reshiram eyed him, and both his burning spirit and draconic instincts roared to challenge the primeval legend. He crushed it with indomitable discipline. He still had one more job to do.

Ghetsis stepped back as Charizard advanced. The fire-type's eyes were drawn to the machine in his pocket. The source of their problems. If he broke that, Ghetsis would lose their greatest advantage. Team Plasma's mastermind scowled before taking out six pokeballs of his own.

Charizard narrowed his eyes as Cofagrigus, Bouffalant, Seismitoad, Bisharp, Elektross, and Hydreigon blocked his path.

He let out a burst of fire as he met their challenge head-on.

So be it, then.

In the distance, a storm brewed.

XXX

Charizard was like a fiery star.

He became the standard, the beacon that beckoned for their arrival. N could only watch as people from all walks of life rallied to Red. Pokeballs were thrown, and dozens of Pokemon surged to life. His soul wavered at the sight of such endangered life, but he crushed the thought. Now wasn't the time to feel pity. If Reshiram were left on its own, even more life would fall to Team Plasma.

They knew that. That was why they came.

A deceptively frail woman walked up to them. Despite her appearance, he could sense an unnatural well of power within her. "Was I late, my lord?"

"Just in time, Caitlin," Red smiled. "Thank you for calling the rest."

So he expected this. N shouldn't be surprised.

"I have never seen a dragon like that." A blue-haired boy stared at the Pokemon ahead of them in awe.

"Its flames sizzle with the heat of a thousand spices," a red-haired boy's smirk was full of bravado. His voice belied his fear. "It will be an honor to face a fire that hot!"

"Take this seriously Cress, Chili." A green-haired boy looked at the forces before him, tense and wary.

"Cilan is right," Red said, and N couldn't help but note the proud smile on his face as he said it. "Reshiram is not an opponent to take lightly." He nodded to two older men. "Clay, Drayden. Can I rely on you and everyone else to deal with the rest of Team Plasma?"

Clay dipped his hat. "Aye."

Drayden nodded. "I assume you're going to fight Reshiram then?"

"I would like to avoid that if possible, but if necessary, I will," Red nodded. "I am not sure if I can beat one of the greatest dragons in the world, but that is not our primary objective. I need to destroy the machine that is controlling Reshiram. My Pokemon will distract it. The rest of you will deal with the rest."

"Fine by me."

"You just don't want to fight Reshiram yourself, Grimsley."

"You know me so well, Marshal."

CRACK! BOOM!

All conversations were cut short as an explosion rocked the battlefield, and N's eyes widened when Reshiram soared to meet them. Everyone tensed at the astonishing speed, only for Pikachu and Urshifu to close the distance and meet it halfway. Garchomp dug down. Greninja vanished. The action of one of Unova's greatest dragons signaled the start of combat, and soon both sides collided.

Claws dug into flesh and hide. Talons ripped through skin. Through the chaos Charizard created, the gym leaders exploited their disorientation and caused chaos among their ranks. It wasn't a pretty sight. He expected honorable battles between them.

He saw none of that here. N flinched as multiple voices rang out. Talents that he was blessed with turned into a curse as he heard the true words of every Pokemon on the battlefield. His stomach churned, and his face turned green.

Reshiram let out an overwhelming heat. Blue Flare incinerated everything in its path as legendary might was met with electric resistance. Pikachu danced with the fabled dragon. Dragon Pulse collided with Thunderbolt. Hyper Beam tested Iron Tail. Alongside Red's loyal companion were Greninja, Garchomp, and Urshifu. The martial artist waited for his moment to strike while Garchomp and Greninja assisted their leader in distracting the legend.

The sight of Pikachu being sent flying from a Fusion Flare almost made him puke. When Garchomp took a Dragon Pulse for the electric mouse, he admired his selflessness, only to wince when Garchomp fell to his knees.

Fusion Flare erupted to life and descended. Urshifu met it with Ice Punch. Smoke formed from the clash, and he could only watch as the fighter was pushed back from the dragon's assault.

Everywhere around him, Pokemon were fighting just as hard for what they believed in, and he could do nothing to stop any of it.

He felt so useless here.

N, look! Timburr's cry made him turn his head. He followed where the fighting-type pointed and narrowed his eyes when he noticed Ghetsis fall back into the safety of the tower. Charizard attempted to force his way in, only to be blocked by his father's Bouffalant and Cofagrigus.

"He's getting away," N muttered. He clenched his fists.

Not on his watch.

He forced his legs to follow him. He heard Red call for him, but he ignored it as he took advantage of the chaos to sneak in with Timburr in tow. The Shadow Triad jumped to intercept them, only for Red's Greninja to block their path. He gave the water-type a quick nod.

When he went inside, his eyes scoured for any sign of his father. He spotted the man climbing up with his Hydreigon. Their eyes met in that instant.

Ghetsis scowled as he marched on. Hydreigon released a Focus Blast. N's eyes widened.

Boom.

THUD.

A translucent barrier met N's vision. His eyes flicked to the fighting-type by his side.

Don't stop, Timburr gritted his teeth as he formed a Protect. Smoke blanketed them from the impact. His eyes closed as he attempted to clear the debris. Come on! We can't let him get away!

"R-Right," N took a deep breath. When the smoke cleared, Ghetsis was out of sight. No doubt he went higher up.

He continued to follow him.

XXX

Everything that could go wrong did go wrong.

Colress stood on top of the tower as their great and majestic leader lumbered his way to them. Their helicopter shuddered as great gusts of wind whipped around them. The distant sound of battle could be heard from below.

Their newest king had just betrayed them. Red had found them, and all of Unova had decided that today was the day to wipe their organization from the face of the map. At least, physically. He knew in his mind that even if Team Plasma was broken and shattered here and now, their beliefs would be carried by those who truly believed in them.

Regardless, none of that mattered to him. His invention actually worked. That was what mattered. He managed to take over something like Reshiram. It was a phenomenal achievement. The foundations of his technology could conquer god-like deities.

He should be delighted. This was a breakthrough in science.

All it did was leave a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Prepare our escape, Colress." The familiar clink of the man's staff alerted them of the man's towering presence. Distaste and frustration were painted on the man's face. "Retrieve Reshiram. This battle is a lost cause."

He frowned. "And what of the sages and the grunts below?"

"They have served their purpose." Despite the fury in their leader's voice, the words were clear and concise. "Their sacrifices will be honored and their efforts will not be in vain as long as we leave."

He scrunched his brow. The fact that he was willing to go this far concerned him, but he should have expected that from Ghetsis. "How about the rest of your Pokemon?"

"There is nothing that can be done," Ghetsis answered. "That pretender has forced my hand. We have Reshiram, and while I am confident that it will defeat their fake champion in due time, the fool knows this. His Charizard is hunting me. We must leave." Ghetsis glowered when the grunts behind him hesitated. "Now."

It was an order. Colress nodded. "Very well."

Clang! Crack. Hiss.

He froze as the helicopter was bombarded by a ray of stars. Swift rammed into the blades on top of their ride's rotors, and he could only watch as smoke formed from the explosion.

Oh dear.

His eyes zoomed toward the source, and he narrowed his eyes when Timburr gave them a cocky grin. Behind the fighting-type was an exhausted N. The Pokemon's vindictive smile seemed to trigger something within his leader, and Colress watched as he stormed forward.

"Fool." Timburr let out a gasp when Ghetsis's staff dug into the Pokemon's neck. N took a step forward to intervene, only for Hydreigon to block his way. His leader's face twisted as he pushed deeper. He frowned when the Pokemon began to choke. "I do not have time for your games, N."

"And I do not have time for yours," N's eyes burned with rare fury as he watched his friend suffocate under the weight of his father's cane. "Let go of him."

"I have spoiled you rotten," Ghetsis snarled. "Fine then. One final lesson from your father, boy. It is about time you learn that your actions have consequences."

He pushed his staff until solid steel punctured flesh. N roared as he tried to push the Hydreigon away. It did little to deter it. The grunts behind Colress looked away. He couldn't blame them. He closed his eyes as he waited for the inevitable.

Squelch.

Fwoosh.

Thud.

A force intervened.

The wind around them whipped violently, and Colress and the grunts around him couldn't help but steady themselves. What was that?

A raspy breath left their leader. "No," Ghetsis's voice echoed with a hint of fear and hysteria. "Why you? It's always you."

What? Colress opened his eyes.

Ah.

He shouldn't be surprised.

Red held a firm grip on the staff. Behind him was a Pokemon he had never seen before. Its alien design caused them to shiver. Hydreigon had changed its focus to the completely new Pokemon. Ghetsis shook as he made a vain attempt to retrieve his staff.

Unova's champion let go and watched as Ghetsis was sent tumbling back. N ignored everything and rushed to Timburr's side.

Well, what was once a Timburr. The Pokemon's image began to blur, and Colress watched in fascination as the fighting-type's visage turned darker. The illusion that surrounded this odd Pokemon shattered, and what was left was something else entirely.

Huh.

Well, that explained how it could use Swift of all things.

N froze as he knelt at the fallen Pokemon. Confusion warred with concern and fascination. "Timburr?"

Zorua let out a small yelp.

"Colress!" Ghetsis ordered, and he watched as Hydreigon flew back to join his leader's side. "Why aren't you doing anything?" Hatred twisted his visage. "Help me. Now."

Hm. He considered his words. The grunts beside the scientist were unsure of what to follow. On one hand, he was Team Plasma's leader and was the reason he was able to advance his research as much as he did. On the other hand, Ghetsis had just shown that he was willing to sacrifice anyone for his own goals, including his son, his trusted advisors, and his loyal followers. When would it be his turn on the chopping block?

He didn't know, and he wasn't keen on finding out.

"No," Colress said, and his response prompted a look of fury from his ex-boss, "I don't think I will."

"Colress," he warned.

"I have achieved everything I needed." His research had proven to be able to affect even Reshiram of all things. "There is no need to follow your orders anymore." Furthermore, he had begun to focus more on the bonds between people and Pokemon. His encounters with Red had given him insight into another avenue that he must pursue, and working with a man who didn't value that aspect of a human and Pokemon's relationship would only slow his progress on it.

"The rest of you then," Ghetsis scowled.

The grunts hesitated. He crossed his arms. "They aren't willing to either."

"So that is how it is," Ghetsis gritted his teeth. "Fine. I don't need any of you. Not when I have this." His grin turned maniacal. "Reshiram!"

Oh dear. The familiar primordial white dragon ascended to the top of the tower. He noted deep scratches on the legendary dragon, but despite the heavy damage Red's Pokemon dealt to it, Colress couldn't help but feel that all they merely did was slow it down.

"Naganadel, with me," Red's voice alerted him of the approaching champion. The alien Pokemon floated beside him as they marched on to face them. Despite Ghetsis's overwhelming advantage, the man couldn't help but tense with every step the man took. "The rest of you, stick with your king."

"So you finally deigned to speak," Colress watched Unova's greatest trainer begin his confrontation. He was ignored entirely. Understandable. Reshiram took precedence over everything. He sighed before looking toward N. "Well, my king, what are your orders?"

N blinked when several grunts began to look at him for guidance. Colress stood among them. He could have technically tried to seize control of Team Plasma while their young, budding king was getting used to his role, but he figured that being a leader was a stressful job that he didn't want to add alongside everything else he was doing.

"Huh?" Team Plasma's new king tilted his head. Zorua snickered.

Colress sighed.

XXX

In this life and the last, he had tried to find reason within the madness in Ghetsis's mind. He thought that there might be something worth redeeming. Red always strived to see the best in people. No one was born inherently evil. Every action was done purposefully, regardless of the seemingly random thoughts and motives that provoked it.

The inherent evil of man needed a catalyst. It was all-consuming. Hungry. It was idealistic to believe that he could understand a mind as twisted as his.

Some things could not be so easily forgiven. Some should never be forgotten.

"So the fake king has finally appeared before me." He heard confidence in the man's voice. The possession of Reshiram had made him bolder. Smooth, trained, and practiced, the leader of Team Plasma declared every syllable with such commanding authority that Red could see why he could lead an entire organization and earn the loyalty of thousands. "I would say that it is a pleasure, but I would be lying."

At least the man was honest. He had mastered the art of tying deception with truth. He told people what they wanted to hear. His beliefs were a dark, corrupted version of Reshiram's values. If N was a blank slate, clean and pure, then Ghetsis was a festering illness that sought to taint it.

It was a miracle that N had come out of such a household with minimal damage to his psyche, but perhaps that was why Reshiram considered him worthy of the mantle of the Hero of Truth.

Now the very same dragon had been shackled, bound by the whims of one man's selfishness.

He would not entertain him. He didn't deserve it.

Naganadel surged forward. Hydreigon blocked his path, the dark hydra releasing a barrage of Focus Blasts. It was dodged as Toxic rammed into the dragon. Hydreigon roared before releasing a Fire Blast. He matched it with Thunderbolt.

Speed fought against power. Alien tested tyrant. With speed rarely matched by others, Naganadel blurred the line, leaving nothing but afterimages as it attempted to breach the indomitable scales of Hydreigon.

Rage manifested as the dark hydra collided with alien flesh. Frustration was released in a brutal showing of hate and scorn. Naganadel was left breathless from the sheer force of the assault. It was one of the strongest Frustrations he had ever seen.

It was a brilliant move, but a distasteful one. It gave more insight into who Team Plasma's leader really was.

"No response," Ghetsis's voice was disgustingly smooth. He grinned. "I was hoping that we could talk. I am curious about you. You do not make any sense to me." Red kept his eyes fixed on the battle. The mastermind's face twisted. "So you would speak to my son, but you wouldn't to me. Am I not worth your attention?"

He felt the battlefield heat up. His eyes turned to Reshiram, who began to thrum with untold power. The primordial dragon responded to his rage. His eyes narrowed.

"He's not your son."

Ghetsis froze. "Excuse me?"

"He might have been," Red said, "a long time ago. Not anymore."

"I have raised him," he snarled, "as if he were my own. I lavished him with gifts beyond comprehension and sheltered him in only the finest homes."

"You raised him as a tool." Naganadel slammed down with an onslaught of Fury Attacks. Hydreigon endured it before releasing a bombardment of Focus Blasts in return. "He was nothing but a weapon to you."

He might have held a fondness for him and perhaps, once upon a time, he might have considered the boy his son, but that time was long gone. What was left was a husk of a man, fueled by a selfish desire to dominate others.

"I gave him purpose," Ghetsis clenched his staff, "I gave him the truth. Something that you sorely lack."

"You gave him chains and shackles," Red narrowed his eyes. "You took away his freedom."

"I took away weakness." The man slammed his staff on the ground, and Reshiram was set ablaze with azure light. "He was almost perfect, but your example has led him astray. If only he had never heard of you, things would be different."

No. It wasn't because of him. N would have betrayed him, regardless of his actions. He tried to paint the world in black and white, but that was not reality. The moment he saw the world for what it was, it inevitably would have appealed to him in ways that Ghetsis's manipulations could not.

Naganadel pushed Hydreigon back and went in front of its trainer in a desperate attempt to protect him. From the look on the man's face, he knew that there was no hope for redemption. It was idealistic of him to think otherwise, but he wanted to give him one more chance.

"Reshiram," Ghetsis roared, vindication and victory clear in his face. "Blue Flare!"

A wave of unrelenting, cerulean fire began to flood the top of the tower with a merciless frenzy. Behind him, N and several members of Team Plasma tensed. His old friend prepared a Dragon Pulse in a feeble attempt to stop it. He appreciated the effort, but the lack of restraint given to Reshiram would guarantee that it would fail.

It was a gamble.

The thunderstorm above began to spark with electricity.

CRACKLE.

In his past life, N was chosen as Reshiram's champion. He represented the truth. By speaking with Pokemon, he was able to glean their sincerity. By sticking to his morals and acting only on what was true to himself, he could detect others' honesty. He held firm to the foundations of what he believed in, and for that, he was given the Vast White Pokemon's blessing. In this life, in this time, his genuine desires remained unstained.

It only cemented to him that N truly deserved to represent the truth.

In that same life, Red had caught Zekrom's attention. He was innocent back then, borderline idealistic. He saw the best in people. He ran straight ahead, excited for the future. Every single day to him was a brand new adventure. His dreams manifested as his ideals, and for that, the Deep Black Pokemon acknowledged him. Admittedly, the first time he encountered it, he would sap all of Pikachu's electricity away, but he always knew he was a magnet for trouble.

Red wasn't so innocent anymore, but with what little ideals he had left, he hoped it was enough.

Blue flames collided with azure lightning.

Ghetsis's eyes widened. Everyone froze as a shadow descended from the sky above.

"No." The leader of Team Plasma stepped back, breath raspy and tense. "No one but N should be able to call upon them."

He wasn't strong enough to defeat Reshiram alone. Perhaps with the combined strength of Unova's best, he could, but the potential risks of such a plan forced him to consider other options. The primordial white dragon knew few equals, but among the peers available, there was one he hoped to capture its attention.

Lightning thrummed.

Deep blue electricity surged through Zekrom's form.

He did his best to align everything he could to draw it to them. Reshiram's rampage would beckon its rival. The ancient battleground of Dragonspiral Tower and its linked history with both dragons would call to it like a siren song.

Upon seeing its eternal rival in such a broken state, Zekrom bellowed. Despite the animosity that spanned generations, to see what would often be considered its equal bowed and beaten had forced its hand. Reshiram responded in kind, instinctively acknowledging its promised foe with an equally impressive war cry.

Blue lightning flashed as Zekrom rammed into the enslaved legend. With unnatural force, the fabled black dragon sent Reshiram flying. It caught up to it in an instant, and a clash between two of Unova's strongest dragons commenced. His trump card was entangled with a force of equal strength. All that was left was his Hydreigon.

Ghetsis flinched when Red's eyes settled on him.

XXX

The sky was set ablaze. Lightning and fire painted the air with vibrant oranges and deep blues. Harsh gusts of wind slammed into his frame with equal ferocity. In the distance, the sound of roaring fire and crackling lightning thundered across the region.

Before him stood a mere man. A monster. A fake. An anomaly.

"Stay back," Ghetsis tensed as Red took a step forward. He once feared nothing. In N, he saw an opportunity. In Clay and the other gym leaders, he felt annoyance. With Alder, he was cautious. Yes, obstacles were ahead of him, but he always felt in control. Nothing warranted or deserved his terror. Dull aches stung his form as exhaustion began to set in. He hissed. "Don't come any closer."

Red was different. He was horrifying. A mystery that he could not decipher. Despite all the research he conducted on the man, he could never get a proper read on him. There were parts in his story that puzzled him. His seemingly normal past held a deeper secret that he could not understand.

He was an enigma, and one of the few things that terrified him the most was the fear of the unknown.

"Hydreigon!" Vile contempt filled his lungs. His glare forced the raging dragon to move forward. Naganadel floated to meet him. Red stopped his advance as he stared at his Pokemon. Before Reshiram, this was his strongest weapon. A tool he had developed to become his sword. One of Unova's most prized and most powerful dragons. His Hydreigon would give even Alder's Volcarona a run for his money.

As strange as Red's Pokemon might be, it would not compete with his Hyd-

"He doesn't need to hurt you anymore, Hydreigon." N's voice echoed, and his eyes widened when his son stood between both dragons. Defiance blazed in the teen's eyes, but he could also see a sickeningly large amount of compassion as well. "You don't have to be afraid of Ghetsis anymore."

His Hydreigon roared. His tool charged a Focus Blast. The strange Naganadel prepared a Dragon Pulse in response.

A grin formed at the sight. Hydreigon would injure them. It would be grievous. "Don't hold back, Hydreigon!"

"Stand down, Naganadel." Red's voice commanded with an authority that rivaled his own. The oddity stopped its attack, and Ghetsis couldn't help but feel glee at the sight of it. N's foolish beliefs would be the death of him. He couldn't say he didn't warn his son.

"The rest of his Pokemon are beaten," N remained firm. "This is your chance to be free. There is nothing he can do to you anymore." His ability to communicate with the heart of every Pokemon began to leak through, and Ghetsis's soul shuddered when Hydreigon's Focus Blast started to fade. "I promise. No more harm will come to you."

What? No. This could not be happening. He refused to let it happen.

"Do not defy me, Hydreigon," Ghetsis warned. His tool flinched. "Remember who owns you." His hand reached for the pokeball on his person. "Remember what happens when you disobey me."

"I promised to free all Pokemon that have been abused and exploited," N declared. "That was my truth. It is what I set out to do, but in my ignorance, I was led to do the opposite. My talents were misused to sever bonds and break families." His son clenched his fists before taking a step forward to touch his tool's many heads. The normally berserk weapon allowed it. "In my folly, I allowed Pokemon like you to endure torments that you did not deserve."

He glared. "Hydreigon!"

"Which is why things will be different," N said, "As promised, I will liberate Pokemon and you will be the first of many."

Hydreigon stayed silent. Damn him. There were traitors everywhere. Ghetsis clicked his tongue as he grabbed his pokeball. That was enough out of him. He would deal with this betrayal another time. He first needed to escap-

Naganadel appeared beside him in an instant and grabbed the pokeball. His eyes widened. No!

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. NO!

Ghetsis stumbled backward. Think. Calm yourself, Ghetsis. He still had a few things left. He could do something. His mind flashed with dozens of plots. There was only one he could do. Reshiram. It didn't matter if Zekrom was here. He needed Reshiram now. He backed off and grabbed the controlle-

Thwip.

Only for Zorua to snatch it. He watched the small bastard wink at him as he destroyed the machine with a single burst of Swift.

...

For the first time in many years, Ghetsis began to feel hopelessness.

The sky began to thunder, and the sound of battle began to fade into silence. He tensed. Reshiram had regained its sanity. Dread descended as he felt the murderous intent of his Hydreigon. Colress and the grunts began to surround him.

Traitors. So many traitors.

"You sacrificed everyone loyal to you," Red said. Ghetsis gritted his teeth. Did he say that out loud? Damn it all. "The Shadow Triad has fallen. The sages have been detained. Any grunt willing to serve you has been scattered or captured. Reshiram will come back with a vengeance, and it is only N who can stop it."

"I won't forget this."

"Good," Red smiled. "Maybe you'll learn from your mistakes better that way."

When the other gym leaders arrived on the scene, he knew he was beaten.

XXX

Just as quickly as those legends appeared, they would vanish. Reshiram and Zekrom would not entertain them when there was nothing left for them to do. N didn't know when he would see them again, but his heart felt a little lighter once it all ended.

Police officers littered the base of Dragonspiral Tower. He sat on a rock a little farther away, content to relax from the ordeal. Zorua sat beside him. He was still getting used to his old friend's newest look.

"Here." N looked up to see Red offer him a bottle of water.

He took it gratefully. "Thank you." He took a gulp and savored it. After such an exhausting day, he needed this.

"Officer Jenny will be coming by to ask you a few questions," Red sat next to him. "You aren't in any trouble, but since you are someone who was closely linked to Team Plasma, they will be hoping that you can help them with their incoming investigations."

That made sense. "I don't mind." N took another drink. "I don't know as much as you're hoping, though. They did crown me as their king, but Ghetsis was the real mastermind. I was mostly a puppet to him."

He didn't intend to sound as bitter as he did, but the thought of his father left a sour taste in his mouth. Red smiled. "That's fine. Anything helps. I am sure Colress knows more anyway, and he has been more than happy to divulge all of Team Plasma's secrets."

N cracked a smile at that. "What's going to happen to him?"

"He will be punished," Red said, "but as he has been compliant so far, he will be let off with a lighter sentence. I was thinking of convincing them to have him work under you for a certain amount of time."

"Right," he scratched his cheek. Uh. "He was planning on doing that anyway, sir."

"Call me Red," he said offhandedly, "and I know." He laughed. "Regardless, it would be nice to have his expertise and intelligence on our side for once, so I have been pushing for it nonetheless. I have also been doing something similar for every grunt that has aligned themselves with you."

"You are doing so much for me." N looked away. "Why?"

"We are working together now," he smiled. "You're a good kid with good intentions. I want to see you prosper."

N frowned. Kid? "You look around my age."

"I am ninete-" Red paused before looking at his phone. Pikachu snickered. "Twenty." He corrected. N blinked when he began muttering something about someone going to kill them.

"I'm seventeen."

"I find experience and wisdom to be of far better value than age," the King of Unova crossed his arms. N winced at that. His sheltered life would not give him any points in that regard. Red noticed that and smiled. "All of which will come in time."

N nodded. Despite everything that had happened, the man always seemed to be in control. Was it because of that wisdom? He started his journey when he was ten years old. His experience was unmatched. "I don't know how to lead an organization."

"That is why I am doing my best to have Colress with you," he said, "and I will offer some tips from time to time as well. Not to mention, Caitlin will be here when I am not."

"Right," N mumbled, "You don't stay in Unova often."

"Unfortunately," Red smiled ruefully, "I will always return when I am needed, but I have places to be. I will not budge on that."

"It's fine," he said. "Your intentions for the region are for the better. Zekrom wouldn't have chosen you otherwise."

His words held a lingering question.

Red answered.

"Maybe," he mused. "I did everything in my power to draw it to Reshiram, and even then, once the conflict was over, they left immediately. The whims of those dragons are hard to read, even for me, but perhaps they found the predicament satisfactory and discarded any notion of battle."

"Really?"

"They used to be a single dragon once," Red said, watching as Pikachu dropped down to play with an awe-struck Zorua. "It is nothing but legends, but that would mean that truth and ideals used to be united. Only in later myths would it be told that both would be in opposition to the other. If this is true, that would mean that in ancient times, truth and ideals should work together to create a better Unova."

And by offering him peace, Red would unite both once more. N processed his words with wide, open eyes.

"You are well-read."

"There is someone I know who is fascinated by the history of people and Pokemon," he smiled, and N couldn't help but note the way he brightened when he mentioned that certain someone. "I guess it got me interested in it, too." He noted a few people heading their way and motioned for Pikachu to return. The yellow mouse reached him in an instant. "This is it for now. I will leave you with Officer Jenny's very capable hands."

N nodded. Zorua let out a small whine, and a small idea popped into his head as he grabbed a cap from his bag. "Before you go, can you sign this for me?"

Red blinked when he noticed a copy of one of his old hats. Zorua perked up before looking at N gratefully. N returned it with a wink. The champion grinned and took it. "Sure." With practiced motions, he wrote his signature and handed it back.

He gave it to Zorua, who let out a pleased yelp. You're the best, N!

"I know how much you look up to him," N said, watching as both man and mouse started their journey to who knows where, "and after everything I've observed, I can see why."

Trying to unite both the truth and the ideal, huh? Now that N thought about it, while truth grounded Unova, it would be ideals that allowed it to grow. By having both, Red would ensure that his region would prosper. He inwardly cracked a smile.

Only an idealist could think of something like that.

XXX

There was a knock on the door.

"Coming!" Hugh opened the door. He looked around before his eyes settled on a box. The nine-year-old blinked as he inspected the various holes that littered it. He jumped when it began to move, only to freeze at a familiar sound.

"Nya."

"P-Purrloin?" The boy hurriedly opened the box, his eyes wide and hands trembling. A cat popped out of the box. "Purrloin!" The little boy's arms wrapped around her in an instant. The dark-type would have detested it usually, but for once, she didn't seem to mind. Hugh reared back inside. "Everyone! She is back! Purrloin's back!"

Chaos could be heard inside as lights began to flicker on. Silhouettes of people huddled toward the boy and their cat. He could feel the joy that radiated from the old home. N smiled as he and Zorua readied to depart once more.

It was a small thing. Fixing all the mistakes Team Plasma had made was going to take years, but it was a single step in the right direction.

Notes:

Almost forgot my password for a moment.
Thanks for reading, as always.

Chapter 15 Notes:

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Chapter Text

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

Time was a funny thing.

It flew as well as it could crawl. Sitting in her study in Undella Town, she combed through rows of tomes, seeking answers for mysteries that she had never considered pursuing. Once upon a time, she would have had all the time in the world to undertake her interests.

If only. Heh. Welcome to being an adult, Cynthia. Get used to it. Being one of the most famous trainers in the world came with its own slew of mounting responsibilities. A bit annoying, but she wasn't completely blind to this way of life. She was used to it.

With the little free time she did have, however, she used it to...to do more work.

That sounded sad. It probably did, but to be fair, she found parts of her job enjoyable. Archaeology was a fascinating field, and growing up around it had made her appreciate its many intricacies. The past was riddled with mysteries waiting to be solved. Cynthia accepted the challenge with open arms. She was a naturally curious woman.

"Hello." A feminine voice called out at the entrance of her and Red's home. Caitlin's. She wasn't completely on board with Red's idea of giving the psychic access to their house, though the woman had been nothing but helpful. She made sure to take care of their home while they were both absent. It was a good thing, admittedly. Red trusted her, and Cynthia would accept Red's judgement.

Caitlin was essentially his right hand anyway. She got to live with it.

She froze when another voice broke the silence.

"Well, well, well," an amused, aged, and familiar voice spoke from behind her, "so this is where you and Red have decided to settle down."

"Grandma?" Cynthia's eyes flicked to the researcher.

"Cynthia," Carolina inspected every nook and cranny of her study. Rows of books were neatly lined in polished, wooden shelves. Pictures of her past journeys could be seen on the walls. Her grandmother's smile quirked up when she noted Red's image in a couple of them. "Nice place. Quite homey and quaint."

Cynthia gave her a look. "It's my home, Grandma." She spotted Caitlin in the far back. "You brought her here."

"Unplanned," Caitlin's words felt genuine. A surprise visit, then. Of course.

Grey eyes met her grandmother's. "Not that I don't appreciate seeing you, Grandma, but why are you here?"

"Can't family visit?" She tilted her head. "Your parents and sister will be coming later, by the way."

"Family is always welcome," she said. She loved them too much to say no. "However, family tends to inform family if they are visiting."

"It was a surprise," Carolina stepped forward, inspecting the tomes on her desk with a curious glint. "Your parents miss you very much. One of their birds has left the nest, and they're feeling it." She laughed. "You're a grown, married-"

"Not married."

"Yet," she teased. Cynthia let out a huff, "and successful woman." Carolina stroked her chin. "They're expecting children, you know?"

Cynthia had gotten used to her grandmother's shenanigans, but some topics could still force a reaction out of her. Caitlin covered her mouth, a hint of excitement and curiosity in her eyes as she stared at her. No. Caitlin, do not believe this crone! Carolina's teasing could crack even Red's expressions! Cynthia glared. "They can keep expecting them, but it's not happening any time soon."

"No bun in the oven?"

She choked. The image almost broke her. "None whatsoever, Grandma."

"For now, I suppose," Carolina's eyes continued to roam the building. "It is a good house, though. Unova's not a bad place to settle down." Her eyes held a mischievous gleam. Cynthia knew she was in trouble. "A lot of rooms, too. Are you expecting a big family?"

Caitlin's eyes widened. "Oh my."

"They are guest bedrooms," she said, ignoring the encroaching heat in her cheeks, "for occasions like these."

Carolina hummed, clearly not believing it. She could think whatever she wanted. It was a private discussion for only her and Red. N-Not that they were planning on it yet. They were only twenty for Arceus's sake! She sighed. Carolina was too good at putting ideas in their heads. She was glad Red wasn't here to hear any of this. Imagine the horror. "I'll help you settle. How long are you guys staying?"

"A week at most," Carolina waved it off, "and I can put my things away later. I did not bring much. I know you'll be going on a date with Red soon, and we do not want to keep you from him. It's been quite some time, I heard."

"It has," Cynthia admitted, "and I am excited for it. Thank you for understanding."

"Think nothing of it, dear," she said, eyes raising at some of the titles on her desk. "Interesting subject matter. Work, I assume?"

"Work," Cynthia agreed, "and also a passing interest." Most of her work was in Sinnoh, but she always had a small flame for the history of other regions.

"The Origins of Pokemon," Carolina read. The old researcher picked up another, "The Many Myths of Mew. A Systematic Review on Pokemon Genetics."

She was met with an expectant look on her grandmother's face. Cynthia responded with a small laugh. "I did say it's a passing interest."

"Right," Carolina mused. It was an odd topic for someone like her, she would admit. "What brought this on?"

A weighted question!

Memories of New Island and its battle between two impossible Pokemon tickled her psyche. The sight of one of, if not the, rarest Pokemon in the world dogged the back of her mind for some time now. She didn't think she would ever see Mew in her lifetime, but proof of its existence had made her hunger to know more. It was a bad habit, she knew, but could anyone blame her when it came to the possible ancestor of all Pokemon?

She decided that a safe answer was the best one. "Curiosity."

Carolina glanced at the pile of literature in front of her. It was a lot. Heh. "Some curiosity, my dear."

It might seem that way. This was just how she normally operated, regardless of the topic's significance. "I like to be thorough."

"An admirable trait for a researcher," she laughed. Carolina closed the book before placing it down. An odd look formed on her face as she stared at the various titles. "Many people do not believe Mew is real."

"People refuse to believe in many things," she flipped a page. Like time travel. "It doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"Expeditions have been done to confirm Mew's existence."

"And they have found evidence."

"Not enough to prove it," her grandmother reminded.

Until now. There was no denying what she saw, even if she wanted to. The sight was etched deep into her mind's eye. As she looked back on her adventures with Red, the more she realized how lucky she was to encounter so many myths and legends. He was a magnet for them, it seemed.

She glanced at her purse. The feather of Ho-Oh never left her side. She should ask him about that one day.

"Maybe I will be the one to prove it then," she winked at her grandmother, who cracked a smile.

"Maybe," Carolina laughed. "That would put you in the history books. Cynthia, the greatest champion of Sinnoh and the one to prove Mew's existence."

"You flatter me too much."

"Because you deserve it." Carolina took a chair and sat beside her. "Finding the secrets of Mew is an ambitious goal. I didn't expect that from you."

"It's nothing more than a side project for now," Cynthia flipped a page. When she wasn't studying the ruins of her region, she would spend her time reading. It was a moment of peace in a usually hectic schedule. "I am not expecting much at the moment. This will probably take a few years before I notice any meaningful progress."

Slow and steady, as Red would often advise her. There was no need to rush.

"Progress is progress, no matter how small," Carolina agreed, grabbing a book and flipping through it. "You have a lot of ground to cover. Mew has been spotted everywhere in the world. Despite many claiming it is extinct, sightings pop up all the time."

"Some real, some fake."

"True," Carolina acknowledged. "There are patterns to the madness, however. Locations that consistently report it have a better chance of being genuine. Why not try investigating those?"

Cynthia had considered it before. Admittedly, it wasn't a bad idea. Several sightings were located in places she was meaning to look into anyway. It would be like hitting two birds with one stone. Efficient, if anything. "I wouldn't be opposed to it."

"I figured you wouldn't," her grandmother chuckled. Hey. What was that supposed to mean, Grandma? "You love to explore just as much as he. Red's been rubbing off on you."

"I am not as bad."

"No, but close enough to be noticeable."

Honestly, I can't argue with it. She rolled her eyes until a brief thought passed through her mind. There was one location that did catch her attention. She flipped through the pages before landing on one with an image of a massive tree. Judging from her grandmother's widened eyes, she recognized it instantly. "What do you think of this one?"

"The Tree of Beginning?" Her grandmother rubbed her chin.

"Pretty," Caitlin tilted her head in surprise.

"Out of every location that has reported seeing Mew, Rota has the most convincing ones."

"I have been there a few times," she nodded. "It is a strange place. Not many have been able to study it due to its latent dangers." The more Cynthia read about its contents, the more she understood her grandma's words. Rare crystals that could only be found within its rock formations? Sightings of extremely rare Pokemon that were thought to be extinct? Along with the rest of the things said about the tree itself, the legends surrounding Rota baffled the mind. "Though I suppose that isn't as big a problem for you."

True. She wasn't a stranger to dangerous ruins. Traps and powerful Pokemon would often call them home. Nonetheless, she should always be careful. Especially considering its potential age.

"It is old." Ancient, even. Its history must be rich with secrets that the world has never seen before. She inwardly salivated at the thought.

"Considering that it is called the Tree of Beginning, I should hope so," Carolina grinned. Well, that was true. "Even if we remove Mew from the equation, it is a hotspot for all kinds of research. They say the tree is actually a rock formation. Imagine the things we could excavate."

For an archaeologist, that was like hitting the jackpot.

"It is tempting," Cynthia agreed. She adored learning about the past relationship between people and Pokemon, and Rota stood head and shoulders among them. She wouldn't mind studying it even if any leads with Mew turned out to be false.

"They hold an annual festival over there to celebrate their past," Carolina said, contemplative. "It passed this year, but I imagine that you would be too busy to attend it anyway. Why not go next year?"

She considered it. Going there during the festival wasn't a bad idea. There would be a stronger emphasis on Rota's history, and she might find more opportunities that way. She could even ask Red to come with her. She checked her schedule. She was free. Perfect. Time to hope Red was the same. "I can make the time."

"That settles it then," Carolina said, "You can ask my grandson-in-law to come with you if you want. I know you were thinking about it."

Urk!

Her cheeks heated up at being caught so easily. She couldn't even deny it. Cynthia feigned a glare, which was met with a teasing wink. "He's not your grandson-in-law."

"Yet," she grinned when her granddaughter blushed at her declaration. Carolina was too bold sometimes. She just couldn't win against her. Tch. "Speaking of which, have you even prepared for your date with Red?"

"Not yet." She had some time, and she was too busy to make arrangements for it at the moment.

Carolina tutted. "That won't do. Pick something out. You'll want to blow him away once you meet him again after Arceus knows how long."

"I have plenty of options."

"This is a special occasion," she said. "Get something new. I'll even pay for it."

"I am not hurting for money, Grandma."

She rolled her eyes in feigned exasperation. "That's not the point."

"I know," Cynthia cracked a smile. Her grandmother wanted to help in her own way. She appreciated it, really, but she couldn't take advantage of her generosity more than strictly necessary. "After I am done here, I'll go and find something."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure." She rolled her eyes. "Now, leave me to my work, Grandma."

"You can be a spoilsport sometimes, my dear granddaughter."

"Ever since Red and I got together, you have been insufferable."

Carolina's grin turned impish. "It's because you and Red are so easy to tease."

Which was saying something. Red was often an impenetrable wall when it came to romance. Some could even say dense. Carolina was able to elicit a reaction from him occasionally. It shocked her the first time she saw it.

Cynthia feigned a glare. "You're horrible."

"I love you too, Cynthia."

XXX

She didn't think she'd hear from him for quite some time.

Not that she didn't consider him a close friend. She did. He was someone that she could rely on, and in a way, she had hoped that she was the same for him. They were two very busy people, however. They had set off on divergent paths, meeting at the oddest of times. It was an acceptable arrangement, she felt. They had different focuses in life.

She picked up her phone and placed it next to her ear. "Hello?"

"Diantha?" So she wasn't hallucinating. It really was him.

"Red," she let out an amused hum. "Fancy hearing from you."

"I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"No," she said, "You caught me at a good time." Her eyes turned lidded. "Though I am surprised. You rarely call."

"I need your help," Red's words made her blink. Her help? She instinctively straightened. It must be rather serious. The Unova champion was someone who tried to carry his own burdens. She didn't completely agree with it. He was too selfless.

A part of her was pleased that he asked for her, though she crushed the thought in an instant. She frowned. "What do you need?"

"Advice," he said. Interesting. What kind of advice did he think she could provide? She heard that he had recently made waves in Unova. Maybe it was something regarding that. Tricky, but she'd do whatever she could for him. She owed him that much. "I am unsure what to wear for my upcoming date with Cynthia."

...

Or maybe she was worried for nothing.

"Red," she said. "I do not know if I am the correct person to ask." So focused on her job and the league, she had no dating experience to fall back on. "Surely, you would know someone better."

Red laughed. "I asked Pikachu." Oh. Okay. "But he didn't help." There was an affronted 'Pi!' heard in the background. Diantha cracked a smile. "Then I asked Lance."

Ah. He was a bigger workaholic than she was.

"I am sure that went well."

"No, it did not."

XXX

"Red, you are one of my closest friends, and I am more than happy to help you." Lance's tone was as patient as a Slaking. "But I am someone whose fashion choice consists of a cape in every single outfit I wear."

"...I understand."

So that excluded Leon as well, then.

XXX

A thought bubbled in her mind. She blinked. "I was your third choice?"

"It was up in the air between you or Wallace," he admitted, "and I know for a fact Wallace would be more than happy to help me out, but I do not think I have the same flair as he does to pull off the clothes he would recommend."

That was fair. Completely fair, in fact.

"I am flattered you think so highly of me." Diantha considered his words. "Though I did not think that you would be so worried about this. I am sure Cynthia will be fine with anything you wear."

"I am sure you're right," he said, amusement prominent, "but I want to make this one special. It's our first 'official' date, in a way, since we got together."

"Ah." She couldn't help the fond smile that grew at his words. He really was taking this seriously. Why did that surprise her? Red always did his best in everything he focused on. He took Cynthia seriously. Plenty of men would not be nearly as chivalrous. He wanted to look his best for her. Cynthia truly was a lucky woman. She checked her calendar. "Where are you taking her?"

"Rose Tower. Galar." His words made her hum. "Chairman Rose invited me. Leon said I could bring a date."

"For business or for pleasure?"

"A mix of both."

"Formal casual may be best," Diantha said, "but as this is Chairman Rose, it might be safer to lean more formal than casual." A mix of both would be ideal. Judging from Red's silence, he was paying close attention to her words. Diantha smiled. There were a few things she was his superior in, she supposed.

"I'll have to look and see if I have those."

"You do," Diantha had shopped with him numerous times. She helped him buy a few of them. A soft laugh left her lips. "Though judging from what you said, you may not be able to tell the difference." She checked the time. "I'll help you look."

"You're a lifesaver, Diantha." Subtle relief leaked out of his voice. Almost unnoticeable, but she knew him long enough to notice it.

Her smile turned sly. "You owe me for this, Red."

"Of course," he said, a small laugh following after. "But you know that I am more than happy to help you with anything, regardless of whether I owe you or not."

She knew. It was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him.

"A video call will suffice," she ignored his words and continued. "By the time I am done with you, you'll become the most desired bachelor in Galar."

"Let's tone it down a bit."

XXX

Cynthia hated to admit it, but Caitlin was far too nice a person to hate.

Hate was a strong word, of course. She didn't really feel that way about the psychic Elite Four, but there was always a sense of caution regarding her. She thought it was perfectly healthy considering the way she looked at him. It wasn't paranoia if it truly existed, after all.

However, Caitlin was a good person. Hating on someone who was all too happy to help her just made her feel bad.

"You don't need to do this," Cynthia blinked as she was being dragged about. Undella's stores were quaint little things. They had enough to offer a wide variety of options, but what they had paled to the major cities that Unova called their own. Not that it bothered her. She enjoyed Undella Town for what it was.

"I do," Caitlin picked up another dress. It was one of a worryingly large pile. "We've got to make you look glorious."

"I can pick out my clothes, thank you very much."

"A second opinion never hurts," Caitlin smiled, "and forgive my persumptuousness, my lady, but hasn't it been months since you've last seen Red in person?"

"It has."

"My lady, his first time seeing you in months would be when he picks you up for the date." Caitlin's words made her freeze. That...that was true. "He'll walk toward you." Caitlin's words slipped into her mind, soft and inviting, like silk and honey. "He'll offer his hand. You will take it. His large, calloused fingers will intertwin with yours, and his warm, amber eyes will lock onto your visage."

O-Okay, Caitlin, she got it.

"He will take in all of you," Caitlin swooned, and Cynthia's mind frayed. "Emotions will run. Love. Warmth. Desire." C-Caitlin? Caitlin, please. "He will tell you that you're beautiful. You will deny it, of course, but he will be adamant."

Oh dear. The psychic's imagination was running wild. She hated that hers was running just as rampant! This was not good for her!

"He'll take you to the date," the psychic spun before grabbing Cynthia's hand, "your beauty will keep his eyes on you. You have his sole attention. Two star-crossed lovers, distanced by obligations, are finally together after months of responsibilities. In that moment, on that night, you will forever be ingrained in his memory..." Her words turned into nothing but a whisper. "...as the most beautiful woman in the world."

Cynthia gulped. Her words made an image she would keep with her for eternity.

Caitlin tilted her head, a soft smile growing on her face. "Wouldn't you want to look good for him, then?"

"Yes." Her mouth opened without a second thought. Urk. Cynthia feigned a glare when Caitlin giggled. Somehow, she got her. She truly was a vixen! "That is a rather intense imagination, you have, Caitlin."

"Blame it on Shauntal," she laughed. "I think she rubbed off on me." The former Frontier Brain grabbed a golden hairpin and inspected it. "But I am serious all the same, Lady Cynthia. This is your first date together." She nodded before taking it. "And this is not like those dates where two people get to know one another. No, you both are courting."

"Is there a difference?"

"Very much so," Caitlin's eyes looked through rows upon rows of clothes. "Courting entails a much more intimate, serious relationship." She smiled. "That makes your first far more important. You need to dress to impress."

"I suppose so," Cynthia considered it. They were dating, but she always felt that it couldn't describe what they had justice. What they had was anything but casual. She was serious about him, and she hoped he was as well. In a way, how Caitlin described it was perfect. They were courting. Committed. She was in it for the long term. She gulped. Why did that sound so enticing? "We have to make an impression."

"I am glad that we see eye to eye."

XXX

"You look good in blue."

"Really?" Red blinked as he pulled the cuffs of his blue suit jacket. It was a clean, bright blue with black lapels.

"Mhm," Diantha hummed from the screen. Pikachu hopped around the room, carrying the phone to allow Diantha a better look from every angle. "Let's go with a blue, black, and white color scheme. We should focus on that." Less was more. Sometimes the best designs were the simplest.

"You're the expert." Red laughed.

"Naturally," she matched it with her own. "Pikachu, get him a white dress shirt and trousers that match the jacket. Preferably the ones from Wedgehurst's boutiques."

Pikachu saluted.

XXX

"Black, grey, and gold. Sophistication. Mystery. Nobility. Contrast." Caitlin handed Cynthia a dress. The psychic sighed, her eyes roaming Cynthia's flawless skin and long hair that spun of gold. "Truly, you can rock any look you wish."

"Thank you?" Cynthia looked at the dress. It was a sleeveless, black dress, with strands of trimmed gold touching its edges. It was sensual, but modest. It revealed enough to be teasing, but covered enough to be tasteful. Her cheeks flushed. It was beautiful, but it wasn't something she was used to wearing. "Interesting choice, Caitlin."

"I know it will look good on you."

"A bit different from what I'm normally used to."

"Which is not bad," Caitlin gently grasped her shoulders and guided her to the changing room. "It's easier to notice if it's different. He'll pay attention, appreciating every inch of you." The thought almost crashed Cynthia's mind. "He'll understand that you put the effort in and he'll love it."

"If you're sure..."

"More than sure, Cynthia."

XXX

"Let's do hair next." Diantha's words made Red raise a brow. "Pikachu, let's see what we're dealing with."

"I was thinking of wearing my hat."

Diantha hummed. "No."

"But-"

"No." It was instant. Pikachu jumped on Red's shoulder only to snatch the cap off his head.

"I see."

XXX

"You have got to tell me what you use for your hair," Caitlin marveled at the smoothness and glow of it.

Cynthia laughed. It was a part of her that she took extra care of. She loved her hair. "I'll give you a list."

"Please do," Caitlin gently helped turn it all into a tasteful bun. She was not surprised that she could. Caitlin's own hair was just as long, if not longer than hers. A beautiful black and gold hair ornament was in between the psychic's fingers. "I think this black rose will look good on you, my lady. What do you think?"

"It's a beautiful hairpin."

"It will make your blonde hair pop," she said, "and it fits rather well with everything else." She nodded approvingly. "We'll put it on and see."

"That is fair."

XXX

"A black tie will do," Diantha observed. Red stared at himself in the mirror. The blue suit complemented him well. It took a bit of time to control his hair, but they had managed to make it look intentionally windswept. If Red really tried, he really was a handsome man. Elegant, even. "That should match the theme we're going for."

Pikachu saluted and went to the pile of clothes Red had bought and picked out several ties with varying shades of black.

"Hm," Diantha mused as Pikachu hopped around to give her the best angles of the man. "Give him the tie from Circhester's."

"So much effort for one date," Red chuckled, accepting the black tie. At least he knew how to put it on. Thank Arceus for that. It would be hard to teach him how to when she wasn't present to help him.

"Cynthia deserves it." She was her rival in many ways, but the champion of Sinnoh was a genuine person. Diantha would spare no expense in making sure that she received the best night of her life.

"She deserves far more than I can give," Red's words were let out in a soft, rueful whisper. She almost missed it. Once the tie was fitted nicely, he turned to look at them. "How do I look?"

Pikachu let out a pleased cry and a thumbs-up. Diantha couldn't help but agree. The man looked good.

"You look like a million Pokedollars."

"Feel like it too." Fair. The price tags were not nice to his wallet.

"Cynthia will appreciate it, I'm sure."

XXX

Cynthia couldn't help but stare at herself in the mirror. She had a modest, sleeveless, black dress that hugged her form. Strands of gold trimmed the edges, revealing a stark contrast of light and dark colors. Her long hair was up, neatly tied into a bun, and her lips were painted a deep red. There was a tantalizing aesthetic to it—inviting in its beauty. It was like looking at a stranger. She was not used to looking this pretty.

"You surpassed all expectations, my dear." Carolina watched with something akin to delight. She turned to Caitlin. "I heard that this was your doing?"

"Ah," the psychic flushed before letting out a laugh, "Only some of it."

"Most of it," Cynthia corrected, turning as she continued to stare at herself. The exposed shoulders and subtle slit skirt revealed more than she was used to, but Caitlin had made sure to keep it within the Sinnoh champion's boundaries. She was grateful for that. "Caitlin did almost all of it."

"Cynthia made it rather easy," she said before shaking her head, "but that is enough about me. This is your date." She focused on the champion. "How does it look?"

"Beautiful." It was the truth.

"There is one more thing," Carolina said, taking something out of her purse. Cynthia blinked when her grandmother opened a small case. A glittering, gold-banded teardrop pendant was revealed to her. "I'd like you to wear this."

"Grandma," she breathed, gently picking up the jewelry.

"I wore this when I met your grandfather," she chuckled, "and your mother wore it when she married your father." The implications did not miss her. "It has practically become a tradition at this point."

"Red and I are not married."

"I know." Giving it to her despite that only showed her grandmother's conviction. Despite the jokes and teasing, Carolina really did believe in what they would become. It shouldn't have surprised her. She must have seen something in both of them since they were children. She gulped when her grandmother gently put it around her neck. "Take good care of it, hm?"

"I will."

"Good," she smiled before nudging the psychic beside her. "What do you think, Caitlin?"

"Simply sublime," she clapped softly. "Red will appreciate it, I'm sure."

XXX

Distance made the heart grow fonder.

Love was both a curse and a blessing in that way. They had known each other for close to ten years, and despite being by his side for as long as she could remember, his presence always made her react in the most annoying ways. She really needed to get used to it, and maybe one day she would, but it wasn't today.

The sight of him made her heart skip.

"You look stunning."

"Flatterer," Cynthia playfully slapped his shoulder—a gesture she only did to hide the pleased smile that crept up at his words. They were in her hotel. She spent most of her time getting ready and getting anxious over the smallest things before he arrived. That was not like her, but he always made her act in ways that she never did for anyone else. "You don't look too bad yourself. Should I be worried?"

And she did not lie. Airbrushed wasn't a word that she'd describe a rough and practical man like him, but he somehow was. He would turn heads, she knew. He never really emphasized his features, and while she had always found him handsome, he never went out of his way to show it. His assured confidence, strength, and compassion would attract many.

It was dangerous. It made her feel things she shouldn't. When he tried, he was a feast for her eyes, but plenty of others would try to take a piece of it too.

"Should I be the one worried?" Red tilted his head, amused. "People are going to be all over you."

"You exaggerate."

"You are far more beautiful than you give yourself credit," Red fixed a piece of hair on her head as he took in all of her. She shivered at his gaze, but held firm. "Never think otherwise."

In that moment, on that night, you will forever be ingrained in his memory...as the most beautiful woman in the world

...

Squeeeeeeeeee-

She looked away. "You are pretty heavy on the praises today."

"Can I not compliment my own girlfriend?" He raised a brow, his dashing looks making her heart beat faster. This was so unfair.

"You don't do it often," she sighed, "so I was just caught off guard. That's all."

Red hummed. "That won't do. I'll make sure to compliment you even more from now on."

Come now, Red. Do you want to give her a heart attack?

"It wasn't a complaint," she nudged him playfully, "and you compliment me when it counts. I find that far better because I knew I earned it. I was joking."

"Regardless, you do deserve far more."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't need you to inflate my ego."

"Some would argue that you don't have enough," he mused.

"And I'd argue that I know my worth," she said. They walked out of the hotel and to the limousine waiting for them. It was one Red arranged for them. Pikachu waved them farewell, content to leave them to their date. Quite the gentleman, both of them. Rich, too, but she wasn't surprised. After everything they have done, fame and wealth would follow. "I heard you returned to Unova."

"There was a problem I needed to deal with." He sat inside the car. Rows of champagne caught their eyes. Cynthia followed suit, sitting by his side. He offered her a glass. She smiled, but shook her head. She rarely drank. Too busy to entertain the thought, and drinking before the event was most likely a terrible idea. Red seemed to agree as he placed his empty glass down.

"I take it that it was successful?"

"There were some bumps in the road," he conceded, "but nothing I cannot handle."

"You could always have asked for me."

"I didn't want to bother you," he said. The car began to move, and she allowed herself to relax. She leaned into Red. He made room for her. "It was my first test as Unova's champion. It was something I had to do."

Without her. The message was clear. She understood why. His competence as a leading authority in his region was in question. Unova was watching his every move, and while he had opted to wander just like his predecessor, Red still wanted to do good for the region. Team Plasma was a thorn he had to trim before it could fester into an incurable illness. She respected it. Still. "Never forget that I am here when you need me."

"Of course," Red smiled. In the past, she would question if he did, but they had grown enough together that she could trust it. He relinquished his greatest secret to her. He opened his heart, and she accepted it just like how she opened hers for him. A teasing tilt appeared. "I probably should have, admittedly. You would have loved seeing Reshiram and Zekrom."

"I heard about that," she groaned, a playful pout at the tip of her lips. Caitlin told her all about it. She never felt so envious. "I can't believe you actually got to meet them." And fight them. Red really was a magnet for trouble! "That is like the equivalent of seeing Palkia and Dialga for someone like me." Despite herself, curiosity grasped her like a Meowth. "What were they like?"

"Overwhelming," he admitted, chuckling at the memory, "but merciful and kind."

"I heard you summoned one of them."

"I lured one," he corrected.

"That does not make it better." It made it worse, in fact. Sure thing. Being able to beckon over one of the two legendary dragons of Unova was just a completely normal thing for him. Like anyone would believe that! Cynthia gave him a long look. Red held a magnificent poker face. Years of hiding his true thoughts had made him a bit too good at it. "Caitlin says your gym leaders and Elite Four saw Zekrom join your side."

"Zekrom came for Reshiram."

She assumed so. "Reshiram came for the Hero of Truth."

"So you know the legend."

"Does that surprise you?"

"No," he said, and her stomach fluttered at the proud look he sent her way. "It does not surprise me one bit."

Her heart. Argh. She cleared her throat, banishing the blush. "Then wouldn't it make sense that Zekrom came for the Hero of Ideals?"

It was a lingering question.

Red obliged.

"Zekrom would," he acknowledged, and Cynthia stilled at the implications. Red cracked a smile, "Anyways, I'm interested in what you've done. Got any trips planned?"

Bwuah?!

Changing the subject after giving her the vaguest, subtle, multi-layered, yet shortest answer possible? Of course, he would do that. Her gaze told him she was not over this, but she acquiesced to the question. "Grandma and I will be going over a few places that we'd like to go to."

"Any that caught your eye?"

"Maybe," Cynthia considered. "Have you heard of the Tree of Beginning?"

Red stilled. Judging from his expression, he knew quite a bit.

XXX

She would meet him for the first time when she was ready to leave.

Geeta wasn't a fan of large gatherings. Outside of the first few that she experienced, she found them to be rather monotone. She wouldn't tell anyone that, of course. She kept those thoughts to herself. They were a necessity. Building relationships and forging new bonds were the most interesting parts of events like these, but she wasn't a fan of the constant flattery and kowtowing some people would do just to earn any sort of favor from her.

Appear. Greet. Wave. Smile. Leave. If she found an event excessively dull, she had a multi-step plan to efficiently accomplish her obligations and leave without looking rude. It was effective if she could say so herself.

That wasn't to say that the event set up by Chairman Rose was boring. She just got here, after all, and she would rather judge his efforts honestly before ruling it out as just any other celebration.

"La Primera," Rose declared, offering his hand. She took it. "It is an honor to meet you.

"We have met before, Rose," she grinned back. It was only polite. "I was in the Master Eight." She was fourth. A decent rank in her mind, but one that she couldn't help but feel unsatisfied with.

"Yes, but our initial meeting was brief," he laughed. "This is the first time we have officially met, however, and I wanted to be polite."

"That is fair," she nodded. "Thank you for inviting me."

"It is only proper that I did," he said, "You did marvelously, and in any other time, I am sure you would have reached the top." Her job as both chairman of an academy and the top champion of her region had made her attempts hectic, but she did her best with what she had. Honestly, she was surprised she even got fourth place. "Alas, my pupil was in the, well, zone, as they say."

"Indeed," Geeta's eyes twitched, but her smile remained polite. "Leon was a worthy challenger, and he deserves all his accolades." One of the few reasons she bothered to accept was because she respected him.

"I would love to talk more, but I do have a few other guests I would like to greet."

"Anyone I should know?"

"Oh, you'll be surprised by a few of them," Rose chuckled. She raised a brow at that. "You'll see them soon enough."

"Now you're making me curious."

"Not my intention," he laughed. "I heard that you've been interested in establishing a partnership with Unova. Is that right?"

"It is," Geeta blinked. Where was he going with this? "Blueberry Academy and Naranja Academy have been close allies despite Blueberry's recent rise." Cyrano and Clavell were long-time friends. It made interactions with one another far less taxing, and she wanted to encourage it further. "We want to do more with them, especially with the recent influx of students Blueberry Academy has been getting recently."

"Yes, I have heard," Rose mused. A secret smile was plastered on his face. The man had something planned. What it was, she had no idea. "I must attend to the others now, La Primera, but please make yourself at home."

"I will, thank you." She nodded, watching the charismatic chairman welcome everyone of note who decided to attend.

Which was quite a lot, surprisingly enough. The number of well-known celebrities present who filled the luxurious, technologically advanced Rose Tower was not insignificant. She nodded to a server who offered a wine glass, accepting it with a small smile.

She took a sip, savoring the familiar sweet yet tart flavor that burned through her throat. She did not always find comfort through a bottle, only finding solace during formal outings, but it wasn't something she detested. The stress of running Paldea was not for the faint of heart.

She contented herself with a small section of the room, basking in the atmosphere and welcoming any small talk offered to her. She didn't know many of the people present, always more focused on the educational and combative fields that she had trained for, but she would never turn away any curious onlookers. She simply wasn't that type of person.

It didn't deter her disinterest, however. Chairman Rose was the pinnacle of what it meant to be a host. He submerged himself in connections, discovered talent in the most unexpected places, and built an empire through sheer charisma and cunning. He thrived in these conditions. Geeta was a chairwoman herself, but it took practice to reach the same level of magnetism as him.

She tried. Oh, she certainly tried, but there was a reason her own gym leaders disliked her leadership style. Her reign was a rather contested thing. She frowned before taking a long sip of her drink.

It looks like it was going to be another one of those days.

Leon, one of the few people she could connect with on their shared interests and history, was too busy entertaining those around him. Rose looked so proud of that fact. His golden boy was everything the man wanted as a champion. It would take something absolutely dire to ruin Rose's rose-tinted image of Leon. He was his greatest achievement.

Rose-tinted glasses. Chairman Rose. Heh. Get it? Arceus, she was bored. She downed the glass before motioning for another. They graced her with her second. "I should have asked Director Clavell to come in my stead."

He was probably busy, though, and the students preferred him over her, anyway. She sighed.

"La Primera!" Rose's grin was ear-to-ear. She blinked when she noted the excited tint in his eyes. It took her a moment to realize that her footsteps were taking her closer to the entrance.

"Chairman Rose," she nodded back. Time for the foolproof method of excusing herself. "Forgive me, it seems I am needed-"

"Let me introduce you to a few peers of yours." His excitement made him ignore her completely. He motioned to two people in front of him. More people to greet, she assumed. Considering the invitees, she was not as enthused as he. "Cynthia Shirona and Red Satoshi. I am sure you know of them. They are Sinnoh's and Unova's champions, respectively."

...Or maybe she was completely and utterly wrong!

Her eyes snapped to the two before her. Chairman Rose puffed his chest in pride.

Oh, you'll be surprised by a few of them.

A few of them, indeed. Chairman Rose looked quite pleased with himself. No doubt he saw through her veiled disinterest. Cynthia Shirona was one of the greatest champions of their time, a veritable prodigy who had a strong claim as the strongest. Her intelligence was peerless, and in a sense, was part of the reason Geeta considered her a true equal. Neither compromised in both mind and body.

Then there was Unova's finest, and the man who reigned over the region that had Naranja Academy's sister school. Blueberry Academy specialized in Pokemon battles, something that the King of Unova was no stranger to. Many of their students applied because of him, wanting to reach the same heights he did. Red was a puzzling enigma, and one she had hoped to get to know better.

"Geeta," she offered her hand. They both took it with a firm shake. Her boredom evaporated in an instant. "It is a pleasure to meet you." She meant it.

"The pleasure is ours," Cynthia smiled. She was prettier up close. Beautiful, even.

"La Primera?" Red's stare was inquisitive. It shook her that the man matched said beauty with an attractiveness of his own. She didn't expect that from him of all champions.

"The First," she said. "It is a title I earned in Paldea."

"Paldea's top champion," Rose indulged Unova's best. "It is a moniker earned through great effort and zeal. She is both the chairwoman of the Pokemon League and Naranja Academy while also being the strongest in her region. Talk about quite a list of accomplishments." Geeta was taken aback by the praise. "You will rarely find anyone more driven or ambitious."

"That's amazing," Cynthia stared at her in a new light. Geeta flushed.

"I do my best," she said, waving off their curiosity, "though I am not the only accomplished person here. I have read your works on the Sinjoh ruins, Cynthia. I dare say I've learned a thing or two from your research."

"I am surprised you know about that part of my career," Cynthia blinked, before offering a pleased smile. "Most people gloss over it in favor of my championship title."

"I am a scholar and fighter in equal measure," Geeta said, matching the smile with her own. "There is a reason I am both the chairwoman of Paldea's top academy and their league. I think education is important. A good trainer needs both brawn and smarts to become the best. I'd like to believe I did a job in that regard."

"You are both the chairwoman and champion of Paldea," Red observed. "I've never met someone who was both. That must keep you busy."

"You would think so, but Paldea has multiple champions, so it is quite normal," she said, surprising the two. Rose stayed silent, content to observe and listen. Geeta's smile tilted into sly amusement. "A bit different compared to Unova and Sinnoh, I take it?"

"Indeed," Red said, considering her words with something akin to curiosity and wonder. "That is a unique approach. I've never considered having multiple champions at once. Paldea must have a lot of strong trainers to pull it off. How does it work?"

"La Primera isn't just a title, I suppose, but a rank," she said, "There is a Champion Assessment, and the challenger must defeat the Top Champion. If they do, I reward them with the title of champion."

"Fascinating."

"There are pros and cons to the approach," she admitted, "and I will never claim our system is better. It is simply different." And there was nothing wrong with that. "I am sure your leagues are a tad more competitive, which can foster strength in its own way." Having only one champion meant all eyes were on them, unlike theirs, which were split among many. "However, Unova has something similar, though not as official or region-wide."

Red blinked in surprise. "Is that so?"

Oh? Was he not aware? How amusing, considering the impact he had on it ever since his ascension. She straightened before offering Red a card. "I have been meaning to speak with you eventually. It is regarding Blueberry Academy, our sister school, and one that is held in your region."

"I was unaware of it," he pocketed the card, "but I will have Caitlin keep me up to date on such things from now on." He tilted his head. "Wouldn't it be more ideal to talk to the director of Blueberry Academy about this? I am not someone who likes to claim any authority over something I do not know."

"That was the plan," Geeta nodded, "until I met you."

"That tends to happen."

"Hush," Red gave Cynthia a look, one that the blonde reciprocated with a teasing smile. He sighed before returning his focus to Geeta. "How does it concern me?"

"This year, I was planning on having a special exchange of teachers between Blueberry Academy and Naranja Academy. It was intended to foster the relationship between both academies, while also sharing each other's culture. Most of our students have only heard about Unova through word of mouth, but we figured that they might learn better through a more unique perspective."

"A second point of view can often lead to innovation," Red agreed, "that is true."

"I am sure you would know it best," Geeta laughed, "You improved yourself by exploring so many different regions. You are known for your unpredictability and unorthodox thinking. We would like to encourage that with our aspiring trainers, too."

"I am not against it," Red mused, "though I am not sure why this concerns me outside of my role as champion." His eyes met hers. "Unless..."

"I'd like you to be said professor," she offered a small laugh. A bit idealistic, she knew. Red was most likely a busy man, but it didn't hurt to ask. "From what I have heard of you, you like to travel. Galar was your current destination, and the year is almost over. Why don't you visit Paldea next?"

"As a professor," he said, eyes blank as he contemplated her words. He let out a laugh. "I'm not exactly a good teacher-"

"Caitlin says otherwise."

"Caitlin will say anything about me as long as it's positive, Cynthia."

"Much to my dismay," she mumbled. Geeta raised a brow at that. There was a story there.

"You will have me and every other professor to help you," she continued. She had little doubt, however. If what Cynthia said was true, Caitlin had already become a well-accomplished trainer of her own, and if a part of that was due to Red, she was sure he'd prosper. "Furthermore, if you are worried that your travels will be restricted, we often encourage our students to explore all that Paldea has to offer. You won't be confined in one spot."

"You mentioned that this was an exchange," Red noted. "My presence would put a wrench in that. As I am not a professor, originally, then would Blueberry Academy not receive someone?"

"You would think that," Geeta acknowledged, "but it might be even better for them. Naranja Academy is older, established, and well-connected. Blueberry is new, and while promising, they do not have the same amount of staff that we boast. We will still give them a professor, and they won't need to send one of theirs. It would be in their favor, actually."

"I see."

"I think that is a wonderful idea," Rose finally interjected. He gave the Unova champion a winning smile. "I was not aware of your fame until this year, Red, but from what I have observed, I think this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you." He winked. "Paldea is home to a unique phenomenon called Terastillization. I am sure you'd find that interesting. Furthermore, Cynthia is not lying. Hop had grown because of you."

"I did not teach him everything he knows," he said, "and he is talented. I had no doubts."

"You said the same thing about Caitlin," Cynthia touched his shoulder. Geeta noted the gentle, almost tender way she did it. Almost intimate. Ah, right. Weren't they involved with one another? "At some point, you're going to have to admit it."

Rose chuckled. "Couldn't have said it better myself, Cynthia!"

Unova's king ignored them before letting out a sigh of feigned exasperation. "I'll consider it." She blinked. That was a far better answer than she imagined. She expected rejection, to be honest.

"That is all I ask," Geeta smiled, "though I would like an answer before the semester begins." Preparations had to be made.

"I'll make sure to give you an answer by then," he agreed.

"Stupendous," Rose grinned before grabbing a glass from a wandering server. "With that matter settled, I am sure we can avoid talking business and enjoy ourselves." He raised his glass. "Cynthia, is it fine if I take your lover for a moment? I had been quite eager to speak with him."

"I do not mind," she said, "I would like to talk more with Geeta myself."

Something she was more than happy to do.

"Marvelous," he nodded. "Come, Red. I wish to have your company."

Red chuckled. "To think my own girlfriend is loaning me out."

"I trust that Rose wouldn't try anything funny," she said, "which is better than most women." The Sinnoh champion mumbled to herself. Trouble in paradise? Geeta hummed to herself. No, more like staking her claim. Fair, she supposed. Red did look rather dashing tonight. They watched Galar's chairman drag Unova's champion away. Cynthia sighed.

"I assume Red is quite the lady's man."

Cynthia blinked before letting out a soft laugh. "You would think with how many are clamoring for his attention." She shook her head. "He is far from it."

"Truly?" Geeta waved over a server before taking two glasses. She offered one to Sinnoh's ace. She took it gratefully. "He looked the part."

"Only for tonight," she said. "He dresses for comfort and practicality for the most part."

"That sounds more like the version I've heard," Geeta agreed. People called him a wanderer. A traveler of that many years would prefer clothes that worked. Function over form, in that regard. "Having someone like him for a partner must be quite different."

"You'd be right," Cynthia took a small sip. The woman looked absolutely divine, an epitome of nobility. She sensed many eyes, both men's and women's, wander over to them. Unfortunately for them, judging from the fondness in her voice, the woman was very much taken. "He moves around a lot. We keep in touch with calls, but it has been getting more difficult."

"You're too busy, I assume."

"Yes," she admitted, "but also because I miss him."

"You want to be with him more often," Geeta said. She felt a bit bad, now, to have watched Red get taken away from his date. They probably were so busy with their own dreams that tonight was one of the few times that they had time together.

"I do," she let out a small laugh. It was a bit hollow to Geeta's ears. "But I suppose we don't get everything we want in life." She shrugged. "I cannot complain."

Geeta hummed. "I disagree." She took a sip as she watched Cynthia raise a brow. "You've gone out of your way to visit him. You took a trip to Galar for him, knowing that you will be busy tomorrow. You should savor every moment with him while you can."

Business before pleasure. Geeta had always been a proponent of it. It was a principle that allowed her to prosper. However, it was also what made some of her followers dislike her. There needed to be a balance. Red and Cynthia were all business, no pleasure. This one night was all they had.

It shouldn't be like that.

"I do not want to hog all his attention."

"You're not," Geeta shook her head. "Quite the opposite, in fact." They have both allowed each other to pursue their passions, allowing the other to progress and grow in their chosen careers. That was normal, and they were mature enough to accept it, but perhaps they didn't need to sacrifice one over the other? There was nothing that said otherwise. Geeta smiled when an idea surfaced. "They say there is no time like the present."

"I've heard," Cynthia grinned, "though saying that to an archeologist is a bold move."

"One of the most accomplished archaeologists in the world," Geeta said. "I am sure you have a lot of sites you'll be heading to soon."

"A few," she admitted, "but not everything is set in stone, and the one I know I will be going to is a year away."

Geeta's smile grew. "Then perhaps I can be of service to you." At the Sinnoh champion's raised brow, she continued, "Paldea has a vast and rich history. We would be honored to host your archaeological endeavors in Paldea."

Cynthia blinked. "Me?"

"You," Geeta nodded. "Our past is often shrouded in mystery. One of our oldest landmarks is too dangerous for most people, but you are a champion as well as an academic. Out of the many researchers in our world, I think you'd be the best fit for it."

She hummed. "Maybe." Cynthia gave her a suspicious look. "Though something tells me that you have other motives for inviting me."

"I won't deny it," she conceded. "I am a leading authority in Paldea, so I always have to look at things from a perspective that benefits my region." Even if some of her gym leaders and elites disagreed with the way she ran it. "I did not intend for you nor Red, but I saw an opportunity. Two Pidgeys, one stone, as they say." She had to be adaptable. That was how she rose to the top. "And I think my students could learn a thing or two from you." Geeta laughed. "You can be a guest teacher for history from time to time."

Cynthia matched her laugh with her own. "A history teacher."

"I am sure Professor Raifort will appreciate your perspective on the past," Geeta said, "she teaches history and can help you concerning your own endeavors. She would be elated to know that the Cynthia Shirona will be helping her in her studies of the Paldean Empire and Area Zero. She was the one who introduced your work to me."

"You're laying it on rather thick."

"Forgive me," Geeta wasn't trying to hide it. "I was told flattery often helps, though perhaps I am not as subtle as Chairman Rose in that regard."

"Rose isn't subtle either."

"He's a far more experienced hand at it than I, at least." Geeta took a sip.

"I am open to it," Cynthia admitted, "though it would depend if-"

"Red accepted as well," she guessed, and a part of her laughed at the soft blush that painted the woman's cheek. "I know." One of the reasons she made this offer to her was because of her relationship with Red. She didn't know them that well, but they were two people that Geeta was genuinely interested in getting to know better. They were her equals, her peers, and she thought she could relate to them, grow stronger because of them.

As she said before, every action done was for the benefit of Paldea. Cynthia and Red would leave their mark, and she knew it would be a beneficial one. The fact that it would help Cynthia spend more time with Red was a favorable coincidence, and having the favor of Sinnoh's most influential woman was not insignificant.

"I can see how you got to the position you're in," Cynthia gave her a look.

"I am not sure what you're trying to imply," Geeta finished her glass, "Professor Shirona."

"I didn't say yes."

"Must have slipped my mind."

Cynthia hummed.

Geeta took everything back. This event was certainly becoming more than she bargained for.

XXX

They were able to drag Red out of Rose's clutches. Lavishing the Unova champion with a myriad of promises, offers, and gifts, Rose did everything he could to impress the man. It was clear to Cynthia that Rose was a pragmatic man. He understood that the world ran on the favors and connections of the powerful and influential.

If the saying 'it wasn't about what you know, but who you know' were a person, Rose would be in contention for first place. Not that there was anything wrong with it.

You should savor every moment with him while you can.

The Paldean champion's words echoed in her head. It was true. Red invited her out. This was their date. She put in so much effort for this one night. Was it selfish of her to hoard him for the rest of it? Maybe. She wanted to spend more time with him.

Their fame was against them.

"Are you sure you do not want to dine with us, Cynthia?"

"I am certain, Rose, but thank you." She looped an arm around Red's. She gave the chairman a polite smile. "But I would like some time with my date."

Rose took the hint, a sly smile growing on his lips. "Ah." Cynthia pretended not to notice the knowing look he gave her. "I understand. Please, enjoy your evening."

"Thank you."

Rose was the easy part, unfortunately enough. Others simply did not get the hint or were too dense to realize it.

"Red! Cynthia!" Leon waved at them. The man seemed to have finally found the time to greet them. "It's great to finally-"

"Leon," Geeta came to her rescue. The champion offered her hand to Leon. The man blinked in surprise. "It's been a while."

"Geeta!" Leon took the hand, allowing his winning smile to reach his face. "How have you been?"

"Good," she gave one look to Cynthia. The silent message was understood completely. "How is being the world champion treating you?"

"Amazing-"

If it wasn't Leon or Rose, it would be others. Dozens came to greet them. She would entertain their fascinations, as was proper, but a part of her had begun to grow impatient. She expected the formalities. She underestimated their fame.

"Want to leave?"

She blinked at Red's voice. Her boyfriend must have sensed her discomfort. She returned his concern with a polite smile. "I'm fine."

"Hm, you look fine," he agreed, and she relaxed, "but do you feel fine?"

Cynthia froze. "It's the same thing in this context, Red."

"I don't think it is," Cynthia started when Red grabbed her hand. "Being famous can be rather suffocating. If you want to leave, we can leave."

"We're both used to formal gatherings." This was nothing, really. Just some immature impatience and exasperation. Expectations and reality were two different things. She didn't mind it.

"This event lasts the entire night," his whispered words held an amused tilt. Heat encroached her cheeks when she felt him gently thumb the back of her hand, "and I was the one who asked you to be my date." His hand squeezed hers. "It's my responsibility to give you a good time."

"I am having a good time," she said, and there was truth to her words. She gave him a small smile. "As long as I am with you, I can endure it." She was a grown woman. She could handle a few annoyances.

Red gave her a long look. There was a pause before he hummed.

"No."

She tilted her head. "No?"

"No," he said. "I don't want you to endure anything tonight." She felt him lean toward her. A shiver ran through her spine as his breath touched her ears. "And I did not intend for us to stay here all night."

What. What. What. Huh? Eh? W-What did he mean by that?

"Yeah?" A breath left her.

"There's a Ferris Wheel here in Wyndon. I heard the view at night is to die for."

O-Oh. She flushed before shaking her head. Get your mind out of the gutter, Cynthia. A part of her wanted to scream. She got all hot and bothered for nothing, but she'd attribute that to Red's proximity, his looks, and the few drinks she had. She was normally not like this.

"The Ferris Wheel sounds amazing," she said, and she meant it, "but there are a lot of people here who want to talk to us."

"I don't care." The way Red said it made her blush. Authoritative. Dominant. As if the opinions of those around him were second to hers. Why did that sound amazing to her? Arceus, forgive her. "They are not the ones I want to talk to tonight."

H-Ha...

Her grey eyes met his warm amber. She bit her lip.

"Let's go."

XXX

Pikachu loved his trainer.

They had been through much together. They had climbed every step, struck down every obstacle, and learned every lesson. Their bond was unbreakable, their love for one another unrivaled, and their brotherhood insurmountable. He had been with him at his worst; he was there at his best. They grew up together. They were as close as family could be.

He cheered for him when he got together with Serena.

He would do the same again when he got together with Cynthia.

Pikachu watched from the roof of Cynthia and Red's hotel, basking in the bright city lights and cool night breeze. Red had offered to bring him along. He was tempted, but forethought taught him to refuse. This was their night, and Pikachu did not want to ruin it. It was also good to enjoy the solitude granted to him in moments like this. Red and Pikachu were intertwined, bound in a destined path. They did everything together, so times when they were not each other's side were rare.

Keen eyes watched the bustling nightlife of Wyndon. Besides, Red and Cynthia still had their other Pokemon with them. He believed in their strength. He wasn't needed tonight.

Or so he thought.

His sharpened senses tracked Red and Cynthia as they left Rose Tower. Practiced and refined motions allowed him to note their destination. Wyndon's Ferris Wheel. How romantic. He was sure they'd enjoy it.

"It's them."

"Arceus, it actually is!"

Ears perked at the whispers. Pikachu focused on the source and noticed a group of men, cameras and phones in hand, that were waiting close to the entrance of the tower. They must have been biding their time for an opportunity to take some photos. Of anyone, he assumed. Red mentioned that Rose had invited a veritable number of celebrities. It was just unfortunate timing that they left first. Red called them paparazzi. Pikachu never understood why they did what they do, in this life or in the past, but Red generally considered it a negative thing.

He could see why. Red and Cynthia wanted to enjoy themselves, and these people were going to ruin it. The mouse sighed before gracefully dropping down from the roof. His yellow form sped like a bullet, stalking through the city streets like a golden phantom. He had learned to move silently. Out of necessity in the past, but even now, it had its uses.

The paparazzi followed. Pikachu dogged them, staying back to observe the situation.

Red and Cynthia were content. Red was happier with her, and Pikachu knew that Cynthia felt the same. Watching them reach the ride, chatting and laughing all the while, reminded him of times he had thought were long past them.

Cynthia allowed Red to act more like he used to, and Pikachu appreciated that. Enough so to intervene on their behalf.

You owe me for this, Ash.

Zip.

"Whoa!"

"What the-a Pikachu?"

"Pi..."

Their cameras pointed toward him. There was a moment of silence as he jumped in front of the cameramen. The confusion was palpable. It was only when one of them looked back at Red, before returning their focus on the mouse, did they all gasp.

"It's Red's Pikachu!"

"Woaaaaaah!"

He was the slayer of legends. He had fought the strongest of many regions, faced god-like entities, and contested with many evils. He had caught the attention of the strongest. He was their peer. He was a survivor, a leader, and a fighter.

Bigger Pokemon bowed to him.

Gods acknowledged him.

He was a warrior who knew few equals.

"So freaking adorable!"

"His fur is so soft!"

"Oh my Arceus, look at those chubby red cheeks!"

"Who's a good Pikachu? You are, yes you are!"

"Smile for the camera!" There was a flash. A few squeals escaped. "You're so dang cute!"

And he was being cooed at like he was a little baby.

Pikachu's eye twitched.

You definitely owe me for this.

Up above, Red and Cynthia enjoyed their time without interruption.

XXX

It was a beautiful night.

Leaning into the man she loved, she found solace in his warmth. He was a foundation in her life, an unshakeable pillar. They met and made new friends in Rose Tower. They walked and enjoyed the sights of the city. They talked, basking in each other's company as they looked down at the view from Wyndon's Ferris Wheel. It was a small moment, just a snapshot, of their lives.

But it was one she would remember forever.

"Thank you for inviting me out," Cynthia said. They were inside her hotel room. She wanted to do more, experience more, with him, but time waited for no one. They had plans. The year was getting closer to the end, and while they had an idea of what they wanted for the future, there were many unknowns left unsolved.

You should savor every moment with him while you can.

Her cheeks burned as she continued to echo the Paldean's words. Geeta's offer was stuck in her mind.

"Thank you for accepting," Red helped her into her bed. When she didn't let go, he let out a small laugh as she pulled him to the bed with her. He sat down, and she dropped herself on his lap, leaning her back onto his firm chest. She could feel his beating heart. Both of their clothes were worth a fortune, but at this moment, it mattered little. "It was fun."

"Mm." She traced the outline of Red's hand. "It was. We'll have to go our separate ways again, though."

"Such is our life," he mused.

"It doesn't have to be." Her eyes met his. "I think I want to go to Paldea."

Red blinked in surprise. "Really?" He took a moment to process her words. "Did Geeta-"

"She offered me a trip to a few sites," she nodded, "and a part-time job as Naranja Academy's guest history teacher."

Red cracked a smile. "We'd see each other often, then."

"Mhm," she lifted herself. "I told her I'd go if you did." There was the sound of ruffling blankets as she turned around to face him. She ignored the fact that she was practically straddling him. "I've missed you."

"I do, too," he said, his body tensing when he felt her hands trace his face. "I'm not opposed to it."

"That's good," she whispered. A lone finger trailed down to Red's collarbone. She felt him freeze. "It would be quite a bit until then, though."

"It would."

"It would also be a shame to end the night here."

She undid the top button of his dress shirt. Red's eyes never left hers. It was questioning, but not ignorant. She gulped. "Cynthia?"

She responded with a tender kiss. It was ethereal, almost light, at first. When Red reciprocated it, the ephemeral touch sparked into a raging flame. Her body ached. Her mind floated. Her neat, golden bun fell into wild, curled threads. She shivered when his fingers traced her bare shoulders. Red let out a breath when cool, dainty fingers slipped into the gaps of his open shirt.

"There is something else I want tonight," she whispered into his ear, soft and yearning. She could feel him stir below her. Her heart was beating wildly. Her cheeks were painted a light red.

Was it the drinks? Was it the date? Was it Red? She didn't know, and she certainly didn't care. Only one thing mattered right now.

She wanted him.

Cynthia waited for an answer.

She received it with a kiss, and any thoughts she had left banished into the night. Before then, though, she made a mental note to apologize to Caitlin. She had a feeling her dress was not going to look the same come morning.

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MGLT88 on Chapter 1 Wed 10 Nov 2021 02:58AM UTC

I don't normally comment on stories here but I felt I had to since not many have commented on this strory yet. This story is really good, one of the best Pokemon stories I have read on this site. I really like how you portray Red/Ash in this story and also really like the dynamic and relationship between Ash/Red and Cynthia. It is also another big plus that this story uses this pairing as it is a really rare one. Anyway keep up the good work.

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1. Eon_t on Chapter 1 Sun 08 May 2022 06:37AM UTC
  
  i agree its a great dynamic and im also curious to know why or how red travelled back in time. time travel stories are always nice
  
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Suns_sword on Chapter 1 Sat 28 May 2022 04:52AM UTC

Hello, Just wanted to say you write your battles with such breathtaking emotion behind every action. I'm really looking forward to reading more, so thank you for putting this out.

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thunder20 on Chapter 1 Tue 31 May 2022 05:21AM UTC

Issue i see, why are their pokemon under evolved? This was honestly one of the many things i disliked about the anime.

It's like they're going to the pokemon league, battling some of the best, strongest, greatest trainers in the world, and they use pokemon that are in their first or second stage of evolution.

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1. ZzCaptainTubeHerozZ on Chapter 1 Thu 27 Jul 2023 07:45AM UTC
  
  Because cute pokemon sell better lmao.
  
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2. 1. thunder20 on Chapter 1 Thu 27 Jul 2023 01:39PM UTC
    
    Am I wrong though?
    
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EdyCal on Chapter 1 Wed 01 Nov 2023 01:01AM UTC

Always impressive when an author can cover such a long expanse of time quickly without it feeling rushed.

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Thios on Chapter 1 Mon 05 Feb 2024 01:17PM UTC

I don't know how many times I had read this story. First on FFn, then here...
But, it always a great time reading this again after every few months...

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JamJamJubilee on Chapter 1 Mon 29 Apr 2024 04:51PM UTC

Saying fuck it we ball once again and re-reading this fic for the umpteenth time

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1. Golurke on Chapter 1 Wed 29 May 2024 03:07AM UTC
  
  Literally me rn
  
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2. ShadowBladeSabre on Chapter 1 Fri 08 Nov 2024 06:21AM UTC
  
  Same, this is my... 3rd or 4th re-read I think? Pretty sure 4th.
  
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3. Mahalien on Chapter 1 Fri 17 Jan 2025 03:33PM UTC
  
  Same
  1st re-read for me tho
  
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4. GambitsCard on Chapter 1 Sat 20 Sep 2025 11:37PM UTC
  
  This stories updated twice since I last readit. So here I am again. Rereading the whole thing.
  
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3elizabeth on Chapter 1 Sun 16 Jun 2024 10:46PM UTC

❤️

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Pokemon fan (Guest) on Chapter 1 Sat 27 Jul 2024 02:52PM UTC

So abandoned?

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1. JamJamJubilee on Chapter 1 Fri 06 Jun 2025 03:54AM UTC
  
  nah they usually update like once a year or so, but its so well written i will wait however long it takes lmao
  
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Nyjets11 on Chapter 1 Mon 30 Sep 2024 01:17PM UTC

So what is she gonna end up being Ashs mom or something?

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1. Mahalien on Chapter 1 Fri 17 Jan 2025 03:32PM UTC
  
  did... did you not read the tags or something?
  
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JamJamJubilee on Chapter 1 Fri 06 Jun 2025 03:55AM UTC

im am once again re-reading this absolute banger, just wanted to say hi again lmao

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thunder20 on Chapter 2 Tue 31 May 2022 05:37AM UTC

Honestly i am a little confused about the timeline here.
Why/how is red the same age as cynthia, lorlei, bruno, and lance? Cynthia is one thing, but lorlei, bruno, and lance should all be around delia's age.

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1. Thios on Chapter 2 Mon 05 Feb 2024 01:44PM UTC
  
  Bro, He time travelled.
  
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2. 1. thunder20 on Chapter 2 Mon 05 Feb 2024 02:05PM UTC
    
    Yes? I don't think you understood my comment.
    
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3. JamJamJubilee on Chapter 2 Mon 29 Apr 2024 08:44PM UTC
  
  For the most part in this fic future adult characters are around reds age or older ( as in red is 12 so they are around 12-17, delia is canonically like 29 or so possibly younger) this is probably so we the audience can see red interact with more named characters rather than ocs
  
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4. ShadowBladeSabre on Chapter 2 Fri 08 Nov 2024 10:26AM UTC
  
  I assume people like Lorelei, Bruno and Lance were aged down for the sake of the story, so there were more people his age around. As for Ash/Red's age, a lot of time travel fics tend to have him be deaged as well, though this is the only fic I've where he's not going back to his own body.
  
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Oceanwaves101 on Chapter 2 Tue 19 Sep 2023 06:38AM UTC

I laughed more than I should have about Team Rocket saving Kanto from zubat overpopulation.
I'm enjoying the story so far. It strikes a very good balance in the pokemon battle scenes. I've read a lot where the battles drag on and get tedious and I skim over it to get back to the story. You don't have that problem, the battles are short enough to keep my attention while still being exciting.

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Thios on Chapter 2 Mon 05 Feb 2024 01:44PM UTC

Giovanni reminiscing about his trainer days is always nice. It's a treat to read such an amazing fic.

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Shaonics on Chapter 2 Fri 15 Mar 2024 02:12AM UTC

Wait, wouldn't what Red did here affect Ash's journey? Now when the TRio tell Giovanni about Ash's Pikachu, he is far less likely to ignore it like in canon.

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3elizabeth on Chapter 2 Mon 17 Jun 2024 01:56AM UTC

❤️

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Kaitou_Luminous on Chapter 3 Tue 22 Jun 2021 02:01PM UTC

"I can make some jelly-filled donuts too if you want." the fact he said this while eating a rice ball made me laugh

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Athenos189 on Chapter 3 Thu 11 Nov 2021 04:02AM UTC

I love the Gabite now garchomp POVs! Great work!

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thunder20 on Chapter 3 Tue 31 May 2022 08:48AM UTC

So what pokemon does red/ash have, in all?

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Thios on Chapter 3 Mon 05 Feb 2024 02:09PM UTC

Family teasing, then an awesome battle, and Gabite determination... A Truly Exquisite Delight To Read

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JamJamJubilee on Chapter 3 Mon 29 Apr 2024 09:21PM UTC

This chapter always give me chills, the ascension of garchomp is I m m a c u l a t e as always

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