[Oreburgh Gym, Oreburgh City]
"Chimchar. We've got this."
[Y/N] pulled down the brim of his cap, shadowing his eyes as he exhaled through his nose.
His voice was calm, unwavering, but his fingers twitched at his sides, anticipation crawling beneath his skin.
Chimchar puffed out his chest, pounding it a few times like a war drum.
The hollow echoes rang through the gym, filling the quiet air with the sound of his battle cry.
Byron watched them, jaw set, arms crossed firmly over his chest.
His eyes were sharp, studying, waiting. Sizing him up.
"Alright, let's see what you got, kid. Don't hold back now."
His voice was deep, gruff, like iron grating against stone. It was the voice of someone who had seen countless challengers stand where [Y/N] stood now, few victorious, most not.
Bronzor hovered in the air, silent and unmoving.
There was something unnatural about it, something almost eerie, no expression, no reaction, just an unyielding presence waiting for its orders.
This was it. Where everything mattered. His first Gym battle.
He clenched his fists at his sides. Start strong. Hit hard. Don't let up.
Roark raised a hand into the air, standing tall with Craniados at his feet. His voice rang out through the gym, carrying with it the weight of tradition.
"This is an official sanctioned battle between Trainer [Y/N] and Oreburgh Gym Leader Byron."
The gym seemed to still. Even the dust drifting through the air seemed frozen in time.
Solana and Sycamore leaned forward in their seats, tension thrumming in their bones.
[Y/N]'s Pokémon, Turtwig, Piplup, Luxio, and Staravia, watched in silence, standing shoulder to shoulder like a unit, eyes locked onto Chimchar.
"Three..."
The thump of his own heartbeat pounded in his ears.
"Two..."
He let out a slow, controlled sigh, trying to shake the pressure from his shoulders. No nerves. No hesitation.
"One..."
His fingers curled. His muscles coiled. Showtime.
"START!"
Roark's hand sliced through the air like a guillotine.
"Chimchar, Ember!"
[Y/N] shouted the command, swinging his arm out horizontally.
"CHAR!" Chimchar roared back, the fire on his tail flaring brighter.
He brought his hands to his chest, body low, eyes locked onto his target. Heat built within him, swelling like an inferno trapped in his lungs. Then, with a sharp exhale, his arms shot outward...
A plume of fire exploded from his mouth, a roaring blast of reds, oranges, and yellows engulfing Bronzor in an instant. The searing flames bathed the steel-type, swallowing it whole in a blistering blaze.
For a moment, nothing else existed.
Just the crackling fire, the waves of heat rippling through the air.
The flames dissipated.
Chimchar heaved, shoulders rising and falling with each breath, but he was still standing, still ready.
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- Vagabond - Male Reader x Pokémon
Fanfiction[Male Reader x Pokémon] The world of Pokémon. A world filled with monsters capable of mass destruction and violence. Somehow Humanity created a way to contain such ferocious creatures, domesticating them and making them household pets. People and Po...
