Deceitful: A Pokemon Transformation

Chapter 34: Damian's Haunting Present

Two weeks have passed since Sir Greninja's talk. He claimed there would be a punishment the next day, but he was definitely bluffing. Today was another training day, only this day would be my hardest yet.

I was out of breath as I passed my training exercise, which involved landing just one hit on Greninja. It was much harder than it sounds, considering he was twenty times faster than Buniot was, and one hundred times faster than I was. I miraculously landed a surprise punch to his chest and all I could do was laugh as I succeeded. It wasn't easy, for I've been attempting to strike Sir Greninja for the past five hours.

"Great job, Damian... You've earned these I suppose," he dropped the sack, formed with his scarf, and several fruits were displayed for my satisfaction.

I immediately began eating, the liquid from the fruits quenching my thirst to a short extent. Sir Greninja tied his scarf around his arm and said, "I am going to continue my search. Would you like to join me?"

I swallowed whatever I was chewing, slightly choking and with a croak I said, "Sure..."

He looked up at the sky, inspecting the time of day, "We will have plenty of time to search. I trust that you remember our resting location here, so I suggest we search separate from one another."

I swallowed another bite of an apple and nodded.

"Once you have finished your meal, we leave."

The berries and fruits didn't last long. As I finished my last berry, I stood to my feet and stretched my arms out.

"Alright, I'm done Sir Greninja."

"Hey! Can I come too, Greninja?" Buniot blurted.

I scowled as to how Buniot wasn't required to refer to him as Sir Greninja. Sometimes I would forget, and for every time I did Greninja would attack me. Then again, Greninja attacked me for just about anything after yelling at me. He's smart, powerful, but ohh man is he ever strict. To that day I still felt bruises from a punishment two weeks prior. I yelled at him because he was doing psychological training again, and boy was that a mistake. He landed a pretty swift kick to my head that day, and... It wasn't too pretty.

It seemed that his punishment for everything was either striking me or making me perform nearly impossible tasks that don't count as training, and I was forced to perform the task for twelve hours until the next day came, then we would continue our training even when I was ready to pass out.

"Of course, Buniot. I'd prefer you remained by my side, though."

"Buniot's going with you...? Why are we splitting up, then?" I asked.

"Because I said so. Do you have a problem with that?" Sir Greninja snapped.

I bowed my head down, "No..."

"Swell... From this spot, you will walk in that direction," he points behind me, "and only that direction. Use your aura power to seek the form of a Floatzel. You will continue walking for three hours, then turn back and return to this spot. Remember your sense of direction... If you get lost, I am not searching for you. Understand?"

I gulped, "Yeah... I gotcha."

It was that moment I was having second thoughts about searching.

"Good... I will see you in six hours," Sir Greninja added.

"Okay..." and with that said, we went our separate ways. Sir Greninja and Buniot walking parallel in the opposite direction of me.

I sighed, and began my walk.

***

An had past since my walking began, but as I trekked further into a much darker and foggy portion of the woods, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. The place was creepy enough, and I only wondered if the place was haunted by ghost types. The strange thing was this though...