Pokemon Rusted Shield/Sword

Dull Battle

6 months ago.

As the young woman fell into the waters she should have drowned, drifting quickly to the bottom of the sea, air quickly leaving her lungs, but something bit her arm.

Pokémon, at heart, are naturally good, loving creatures. This is the basis upon which the bond between Pokémon and humans are built. The inherit good all life holds, be it given to them by Arceus or some God, or simpily by the nature of life itself, all living things hold an inherit good, in this fiction and in reality even a normally aggressive creature or Pokémon...

Blood dripped from her and as sharp teeth cut into it, pulling her to the shores of a nearby island. A single Carvanha swan at the shore next to her. The Pokémon saved her, because for her it felt compassion from this inherit good. The girl coughed up water and looked to see the fish starring at her. It seemed to smile with its jagged maw as she felt a shooting pain in her arm.

"Guess it's just us," She chuckled, "You and me. I'm gonna call you..." the girl looked at the bite marks in her arm, "Chompers..."

Present day.

"Chompers let's go!" The thief exclaimed as she examined the Pokéball in her hand, "We gotta show Ellie! This is it Chompers! We finally got it! We're finally..."

The thief removed her hood, revealing herself to be the girl, "Point is we gotta show Ellie..."

Meanwhile Grant sat at the kitchen table in the Dojo as Honey served Max Soup to him, Mustard, and Victor.

"So I appreciate the meal but I'm confused as to who the thief was," Grant explained.

Mustard sighed and spoke as if annoyed by the ordeal, "She's been a problem for six months now. Stealing food and supplies from us, but she's gone to far this time. Stolen something dangerous. You are the second strongest in all of Galar, would you assist me in apprehending her?"

Grant nodded, "I mean yeah sure, but what did she steal?"

"A very powerful Pokémon," Mustard explained, bitterness in his voice, "One that could be extremely dangerous in the wrong hands, the hands of someone like her. My Kubfu"

"Kub-what?" Grant inquired.

"Kubfu," Victor explained, "Like mine, or it's what my Urshifu evolved from. Mine is Multi-Strike Style. It's a very powerful legendary Pokémon. Fighting type, just like your Swords of Justice."

"She must be somewhere on this island," Mustard elaborated, "So take a look around and find her. Klara and Avery, two students of mine, are looking for her."

"Who?" Grant asked.

"Avery and Klara," Victor explained, "Avery I fought when I first came to the dojo just after becoming champion but before we fought the Royals."

Mustard got up, hiding a bitterness in his tone, "I'm going to be on Pokémon Quest if you need me."

Victor continued as Mustard walked away, "Klara appeared around the same time. Avery was inspired by me to become stronger, he's a descent of a bloodline of psychics but he's... kinda the runt of the litter so he's not very well loved. He seems to have been inspired by me though. Klara came lazy, but much in the same vien I battled her after evolving my Kubfu and defeating Mustard."

"Neat," Grant replied, "Well let's get going. We gotta find that thief before it's to late."

"The thief may be taking shelter in the towers trying to evolve that Kubfu. You check the towers, I'll check the caves and forest." Victor ordered.

"On it," Grant replied, "Let's catch up after we're got them."

With that the two parted ways and began their search.