A New Life Through The Eyes Of Kanto: An Autobiography

For The Last Time

"Gary, your Pokemon are in full health," Nurse Joy informed me cheerfully. "Your Primeape and Charmander made a full recovery and your other Pokemon are fed."

"Thank you. Nurse Joy." I gratefully took my Poke Balls. Broadening my smile at her soft lips curved into a delicate smile, her pink hair in its unique design, somehow adding to another level of attractiveness to the young lady, I turned from her and walked to the front doors, stepping outside into the fresh air.

It was a new day.

The plan was to get into training mode with my Pokemon. I needed to work hard and actually be prepared to be able to beat Aurora.

The doors to the Pokemon Center opened behind me and I turned to see a young kid stepping outside. His blonde hair was clearly well taken care of, wavy and soft looking. His eyes seemed to have a pleasant glow in the sunlight and that glow increased as he smiled at me. He wore an all blue attire of pants, shoes, and blazer over his black shirt. "Hey, there," he greeted me casually. "My name is Onald. I'm getting ready for a Gym battle and I thought maybe a nice warm up could help."

I smiled eagerly. "Well, I'm Gary, and I'll give you a warm up, alright."
"Sounds good," he nodded. "How about we battle right over here?" He pointed off to a wide clear spot, right by where the incident with the exploding Graveler happened only a couple of days ago. "And right in front of the Pokemon Center. This way, when you lose, you won't have to go far for help." His attitude didn't offend me in the slightest. He came off maybe playful, or confident, but not necessarily arrogant.

"Do your worst, because after this, I'm getting my Boulder Badge in my rematch with Aurora," I said with determination.

"Oh? You challenged her already? Is that why you were in the Pokemon Center?" he asked.

"Yeah. She got me pretty good, too," I admitted. "But this time, I'll have that Badge."

"Well, after our match, you may need to reconsider doing some more training," he said, picking a Poke Ball from his belt. He pressed the center and the tiny Poke Ball opened to normal size. "Let's make it a full six-on-six Pokemon battle."

I thought for a moment. "But, I only have five," I responded.

He smiled at me. "Can't handle one extra Pokemon?"

"Huh?" I was confused.

"Let's make it a five-on-six battle, then," he offered. "Or can you not handle one more itty bitty Pokemon?"

An anger was rising in me. Not so much from his taunting, but I just wasn't sure if I could meet his challenge. He was confident, so he had to be good, but I couldn't let that make me feel inferior. I needed to trust my team. Believe in them. We can do this, I told myself, inhaling. I grabbed a Poke Ball. Believe. "Let's do it! Hoothoot, I choose you!" I called, tossing my Poke Ball.

Hoothoot came out and flapped its wings, gazing down at Onald.

The Trainer tossed his Poke Ball and out came something familiar to me.

I was absolutely certain I knew what that thing evolved into, and I pulled out my Pokedex to scan it.

Tyrogue. The Scuffle Pokemon. This determined Pokemon is not afraid of any challengers and will take on any opponents. However, because they have not mastered a particular type of fighting style, their skills are limited.

Right. Tyrogue, I nodded. It evolves into Hitmonchan, Hitmontop, or Hitmonlee depending on the way it is raised. Tyrogue is a Fighting type, so my Hoothoot, as a Flying type, has the advantage.

"Hoothoot, use Peck attack," I began.

Hoothoot flew low and attacked Tyrogue with its beak repeatedly.