ã€ŠThe Vivillon Effect - An Adult Oriented Pok&#xE9;mon Storyã€‹


 Chapter 1 - The Ho-oh incident

    The towering, all-steel-and-glass skyscraper in the heart of Saffron housed a massive exercise gym on the third floor. Even on a Sunday, the place was a bustling hive of activity, with swimmers churning the water in the Olympic-sized pool. A middle-aged man, his face etched with determination, pushed himself to the limit, his strokes powerful and precise. Despite the impressive size of the pool, he loathed the gym. It was always overcrowded, and to make matters worse, Pok¨¦mon were allowed to roam freely. Nothing made him more uncomfortable than these creatures, which had irrevocably changed his life. They were woven into the fabric of everyday existence, and there was no escaping them.

    Elduran Aloger, a 31-year-old sniper, is a legend within the Joint Anti-Pok¨¦mon Special Ops for Kanto and Johto (APSO) unit. With 27 missions under his belt, including encounters with legendary Pok¨¦mon, he''s earned the nickname "Owl." His most famous exploit was a long-range shot that eliminated a rampaging Spiritomb terrorizing a village near Fuchsia City. A fairy-infused round, fired from a kilometer away, brought the destructive Pok¨¦mon down with a single, well-placed shot.

    A native of Cianwood City of Johto, grew up in a coastal cottage with his parents, successful entrepreneurs who owned an Asset Management Firm. Their idyllic existence was shattered when Kyogre''s wrath unleashed a colossal tsunami, ravaging the city and claiming hundreds of lives, including his parents. The catastrophe left Elduran scarred, both physically and emotionally, causing him to keep his distance from Pok¨¦mon.

    Pok¨¦mon activists blamed a shadowy group known as the Watchers, alleging they had attempted to control Kyogre but failed catastrophically. The Watchers remain the primary nemesis of the Anti-Pok¨¦mon Special Ops (APSO), responsible for the majority of legendary Pok¨¦mon-related disasters. Orphaned by tragedy, Elduran rejected the government''s offer of a free Pok¨¦mon at sixteen and joined the army. His path was clear: to fight the creatures and the organization that had destroyed his world.

    A deafening explosion rocked the building, sending shockwaves through the water. Elduran surfaced, yanking off his goggles as debris rained from above. Adrenaline surged as he sprinted for the changing room and his locker. A Nidorino burst into the chaos, barely clearing him with a leap. Panic ensued as people and Pok¨¦mon scrambled for the exits. Elduran remained focused. The distant screech confirmed his suspicions: a Pok¨¦mon was responsible. This crisis demanded a swift, lethal solution.

    He burst into the locker room, scrambling towards his own. Before he could reach it, a chunk of the ceiling crashed down. Convinced he was a goner, he braced for impact. Then, a violent gust of wind hurled him backward, his body slamming into the metal lockers. Dazed, he looked around, heart pounding. A Vivillon with striking red and white patterns hovered beside a lifeless woman, its mournful cries echoing through the wreckage. It was clear the creature had saved him, a debt he would never fully repay. His locker was buried beneath the debris. He heaved against the wreckage, but it was futile. Just as despair began to creep in, he felt a powerful push. The Vivillon, with a determination that belied its size, was trying to push him out of the way. "Well, if you want to help so badly," he muttered, scooting out of the way. With another forceful gust, the Vivillon swept the debris away from the locker. "Impressive little bugger," Elduran grunted, respect glinting in his eyes. He fumbled with the lock, the bent metal protesting his efforts. Finally, the locker yielded, and he began assembling his rifle with practiced movements. The weapon complete, he stormed out of the locker room into the chaos of the main section of the gym.

    He had witnessed countless horrors, but this scene surpassed them all. Gym equipment was scattered like deadly projectiles, claiming the lives of humans and Pok¨¦mon alike. Trainers with flying Pok¨¦mon were the lucky ones, leaping from shattered windows to safety. Below, the stairwells were choked with panicked people, trampling each other in their desperate escape. Elduran ignored the exits. He sprinted towards a window, a desperate need to assess the threat propelling him forward. As he approached, a colossal, bird-like creature emerged from the distance. His stomach churned in recognition. This was a Class Level 7 threat, Ho-oh, and he was facing it alone. Knowing Class Level 10 was the pinnacle, he understood the gravity of the situation. But Ho-oh''s rampage wasn''t confined to this building; it was engulfing all of Saffron City.

    He positioned himself prone on the floor, deployed the rifle rest, and waited for Ho-oh to reappear. He chambered a water-infused bullet. The military had developed ammunition imbued with Pok¨¦mon types to exploit their vulnerabilities, even those of legendary creatures. Ho-oh was weak to rock, electric, and water. A new tremor shook the city as another building succumbed to Ho-oh''s wrath. Patience was a virtue now. Finally, the colossal bird filled his scope. This was a one-shot gamble; reloading was impossible. An eye shot was crucial. Even Class Level 9 Pok¨¦mon had retreated after a single well-placed, weakness-exploiting bullet. The frustrating truth was that legendary Pokemon seemed impervious to death, but intense pain could force them to withdraw.

    The bullet pierced his right eye. Ho-oh let out a blood-curdling shriek, its flight erratic and descending rapidly. Panic surged as Elduran realized the creature was heading straight for the building he occupied. His scope confirmed his grim fate.

    Leaping from the ground, he sprinted to the opposite window and hurled himself out, just as Ho-oh crashed through the floor above. The building crumbled behind him. His mind raced back to countless training scenarios: falling from great heights. The theory was simple, land on your feet, lean to one side, and roll. Best-case scenario: a broken leg and ribs. But the debris-strewn street below made that unlikely. Impalement was a very real possibility. Even a lucky landing on flat ground would probably result in serious injuries. There was no escape. Death was inevitable.

    As he plummeted, Elduran braced for impact. An overturned car, twisted and mangled, loomed below. He didn''t care as much as he thought he would. He was going down, driving away Ho-oh all by himself.

    Just as he was about to hit the ground, a gust of wind caught him, slowing his descent and pushing him away from the building. He was still falling fast, but the damage would likely be less severe. Then, a blur of color tackled him from the side. Vivillon had saved him, pushing him into the back of a large, overturned truck.

    Elduran groaned as he rolled to a stop. Vivillon lay outside, motionless, with a large piece of concrete near it. "Damn it, get up!" he shouted to himself. With a painful effort, Elduran rolled to the edge of the truck, grabbed Vivillon''s wing, and pulled. "You''re heavier than you look," he muttered, struggling to haul it inside. Just as he succeeded, the building collapsed onto the truck. The world seemed to end for a moment. Half the truck bed was crushed, but miraculously, the roof held on their location. They were alive, but barely. Elduran surveyed their precarious situation. The truck was teetering on the brink of collapse. They had survived, but only by a miracle.

    - - - -

    A few hours later, Elduran gaped at Vivillon, astonished by the rapid healing of his head wound. "It''s not fair," he grumbled. "Arceus gave us brains, but Pok¨¦mon got all the good stuff. Why did you even bother saving me? If you knew how much I despise your kind, you''d realize you saved the one person in this building who wants Pok¨¦mon wiped off the face of the planet." Elduran shivered violently, his swim trunks offering little protection against the biting cold. He was more likely to freeze to death than suffocate or dehydrate. Though air was seeping in from somewhere, the rescue team clearing the debris could block it. But he was certain the cold would claim him before anything else.

    Vivillon stirred and its eyes opened slowly. It stared right into Elduran''s eyes and made a "Viiii" sound. Elduran had always wondered how it was that Pok¨¦mon seemed to understand humans better than the other way around. Despite humans being considered the more intelligent species, Pok¨¦mon often communicated more effectively.

    He still didn''t understand how trainers could comprehend what their Pok¨¦mon were saying. All he heard were endless variations of "Viiii" this and "Viiii" that. It all sounded like gibberish to him. People insisted that owning a Pok¨¦mon was necessary to understand them, and even Pok¨¦mon professors couldn''t provide a clear explanation. They simply accepted it as a given.

    Elduran looked at Vivillon and felt an urge to thank him, but he couldn''t bring himself to say the words. He kept reminding himself that these creatures had destroyed his young life. Vivillon stared at him with an unreadable expression.

    "Why are you staring at me like that?" Elduran asked.

    He couldn''t understand how he knew, but he was absolutely certain that the look in Vivillon''s eyes was one of admiration, tinged with sadness for its previous trainer. Elduran found it unsettling that he could tell what the Pok¨¦mon was feeling. Even if he believed in the Pok¨¦mon-human connection, it was supposed to take months to reach that level.

    Elduran''s shivering was becoming uncontrollable. He wouldn''t last much longer. Vivillon stood upright, opened its mouth, and began using string shot, aiming directly at Elduran. Elduran tried to roll away, but Vivillon persisted with the string shot. When Vivillon finally stopped, Elduran looked at himself. From his waist to his neck, he was covered in string, almost silk-like. He realized that it was trying to warm him up.

    Vivillon kept saying "Viii" loudly, raising its arms and looking directly at him. It took him a few seconds, but he finally got it. Vivillon wanted him to raise his arms. He did so, and Vivillon covered them with string, creating a makeshift shirt. Vivillon said another "Viii," but this time Elduran understood immediately. He got up, opened his legs, and Vivillon covered him with string from his feet to his waist, wrapping around his legs so he could still walk. Elduran sat down again, feeling much better and warm.

    "Vivillon," Elduran began. "This is not easy for me to say but thank you." Vivillon blinked twice and fell back asleep. "Guess with that injury on his head, he wasn''t ready for all that string shot," Elduran thought to himself. He had only known the bug Pok¨¦mon for half a day, and he was already growing attached to it.

    Looking up, he saw water dripping slowly from one of the cracks in the truck''s roof. He got up, collected a piece of metal debris that could easily function as a bowl, and placed it under the dripping water. It would be slow, but it would be enough for them to survive for a few days.

    Either it was raining outside, or the emergency crew was constantly using Rain Dance to ensure trapped people had access to water seeping through the cracks. Elduran began to hear distant sounds. They seemed far away, muffled by the debris piled on top of them. This would take days. All he could do was hope.

    - - - -

    Elduran had lost count of the days they''d been trapped. Three or four, perhaps. His bond with Vivillon had deepened, and he''d learned she was a female. Beyond Gust, she knew Psybeam, having tried to clear debris before he woke up. He stopped her, fearing she might disturb something critical holding the truck intact

    The noise from above, presumably the rescue teams, was growing louder but still seemed too far away. Starvation loomed as a real threat. A dark thought crossed his mind: he could attack and eat Vivillon. That would provide sustenance for days. However, he realized his martial arts were no match for her potential poison powder and stun spore. Most troubling of all was his reluctance to do it. He had grown attached to Vivillon, a departure from his usual practical thinking.

    "Vivillon had been depressed for days, mourning her trainer''s death. She was vocal and angry about their predicament, and Elduran eventually realized she was blaming Ho-oh.

    "Let me tell you something, Viv," Elduran began.

    Vivillon squeaked, spun in the air, and stared at him with tears in her eyes.

    "Oh shit, did I say something wrong? I mean, I understand you''re grieving, but look at us. I don''t have time to babysit, and I really thought you were the strong one here."

    She looked at him, marched forward, and clung to his chest, her wings enveloping him as she cried. Elduran was frozen, unsure what to do. His brain told him to hug back, but his hands wouldn''t move. He recalled his words to her and finally understood.

    "Viv was the name your trainer gave you, wasn''t it?"

    Vivillon hugged him tighter, her wings almost hurting him. Elduran tried harder and finally managed to hug her back. He couldn''t understand why it was so difficult to return the gesture. After all, it wasn''t Vivillon who had robbed him of his childhood, it was Kyogre. Or rather, it was humans. An organization he owed some payback.

    He shielded himself behind his dislike for Pok¨¦mon, but he knew it wouldn''t last much longer. If he ever got out of this, he would quit APSO. His hunt from now on would not be for Pok¨¦mon, but for humans. The organization called Watchers had been behind every legendary Pok¨¦mon attack. Everyone but him and a few others still blamed the Pok¨¦mon, but he had refused to see the obvious.

    ¡°I have to say though, you have a nice name. I would have named you the same. What I wanted to say to you was that it wasn''t Ho-oh''s fault, Viv. An organization called Watchers is responsible. In fact, they''re believed to be behind most of the legendary Pok¨¦mon attacks worldwide. I don''t know how they do it or why they do it, but they''re always there when these attacks happen. I bet it will be the same with this event now too.''"

    Their communication wasn''t perfect yet, so it took a few more hours for Elduran to fully explain who Vivillon should really blame. As he was talking, they heard a noise from below. Something was coming for them.

    The noise grew louder, and a hole began to appear in the bottom of the truck bed. Dust filled the truck, but Vivillon used Gust to clear it. Standing before them were two Pok¨¦mon: an Excadrill and a Zubat. Vivillon was preparing a Stun Spore, but Elduran rushed to calm her down.

    "Viv, you can relax now. We''re saved. These are rescue Pok¨¦mon. Excadrill digs tunnels, and Zubat can guide it using its impressive hearing. They''re a staple rescue team for finding trapped Pok¨¦mon and humans. It''s a good thing you were loud," Elduran said.

    Vivillon let out a long ''viiiiiiiii.''

    "Okay, okay, I was loud too," Elduran admitted, turning to the other two. "So I assume we follow you through that tunnel?" he asked, maintaining a respectful distance from the unfamiliar Pok¨¦mon.

    Excadrill nodded in approval and entered the tunnel, motioning for them to follow. The tunnel was impressively large, as Excadrill was widening it as it dug. Elduran and Vivillon crawled along, moving slowly but hopeful of a safe escape."

    - - - -

    One week has passed since the Ho-oh Incident, which resulted in over 1500 human casualties. The toll on Pok¨¦mon was even higher, as countless creatures remained trapped in their Pok¨¦ Balls, unable to be freed. Unless their trainers were found alive or deceased, the Pok¨¦mon Registry Center (PRC) in Celadon City was powerless to break the bond.

    A tragic consequence of this situation is that releasing a Pok¨¦mon from a buried Pok¨¦ Ball would result in immediate death. Twenty-one years ago, the PRC proposed a law allowing trainers to transfer their active Pok¨¦mon to the Database, similar to switching between active and stored Pok¨¦mon. While this would have offered numerous benefits, the public voted against the measure.

    The legendary bird''s rampage caused five skyscrapers to collapse, leaving Saffron''s city center in ruins. The devastation was far greater than the Kyogre incident in Cianwood, despite Kyogre''s higher threat level. Saffron''s larger population led to a significantly higher casualty count, even though only five buildings were destroyed

    Elduran finished making coffee, rinsed the pot, and stepped out onto his second-floor balcony. His apartment was located on the outskirts of town, in a quiet neighborhood. He sat down, took a sip, and heard the doorbell ring.

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    Without checking the camera, Elduran buzzed the person in. A few moments later, a woman in her mid-30s knocked on the door. She had long blonde hair, was of average height, and was dressed in a gray pantsuit. Elduran unlocked the door and let her in.

    Elduran greeted Gemma, complimenting her appearance.

    "I can''t say the same about you," she replied, looking at him with concern. "Seriously, how are your injuries?"

    "Just scratch wounds," Elduran assured her, pointing at his injuries. "No broken bones this time."

    He set his coffee on the table and motioned for Gemma to sit down. "I know what I''m asking is risky," he said. "I need your help, Gemma. You know how desperate I am."

    Gemma nodded. "I do, but there are other ways to deal with this. You can''t keep hurting yourself like this. If the higher-ups found out I''m giving you intel, I''m as good as fired."

    "I know, and I really appreciate you for doing this for me. Do you have any specific locations?"

    "See, that was the easy part. We just have a region, not specific locations though. The Watchers'' influence seems to be worldwide. There aren''t many criminal organizations that big. But unfortunately, you won''t like my answer, it¡¯s far. They''re located in the region of Tenera. That''s all we know."

    "Tenera, huh? You know what, I kind of like that."

    "Yeah, an island nation located 6 hours away by plane from any other civilization. Why did I even think you wouldn''t love it?"

    "I don''t know," Elduran said, smiling, "your sharp observational skills are slipping."

    "So how exactly are you planning on taking them down? You''re not even a soldier anymore. You quit, remember? No resources, no guns, and no Pok¨¦mon. Are you going to ask them politely to kill themselves?"

    "Nope, definitely no guns. You''re right about that, but you know how good I am with the bow. It''ll have to do," he said.

    Gemma sighed. "Bow? Seriously? Okay whatever let¡¯s go along with it, bow instead of guns. Got it. How about resources? I know this apartment is a dump, and the rent has cost you next to nothing, but there''s no way you''ve saved that much. I know soldiers don''t have a high pay."

    "Oh well, that''s easy. I''ll earn money by simply becoming a Pok¨¦mon trainer."

    Gemma gasped. "I''m sorry, I don''t think I heard that right."

    "You heard me perfectly right," Elduran said with a smirk. "Tenera is part of the 1st Year Pok¨¦mon Trainer Agreement like every other region. New trainers get free housing in Pok¨¦mon Centers, free human and Pok¨¦mon healthcare, and free food up to 50 Pok¨¦dollars a day from the Pok¨¦Caf¨¦s and up to 300 Pok¨¦dollars a day for Pok¨¦mon food from the Pok¨¦Marts. Sounds perfect to me. Plus, any trainer can stay up to a year in a region, even if it''s not their own, without a special visa."

    "There''s one big problem, smartass. You actually need to prove you''re competing for badges or lose all the benefits. And Tenera doesn''t use Pok¨¦Dollars. They use Crimson Cetis."

    "Even better," Elduran exclaimed. "I never understood why we need Pok¨¦mon even in our currency. I love that country already. And when did I say I won''t be competing?"

    "You know you can''t just get your starter Pok¨¦mon and challenge all gyms. You can challenge them in any order you want, but the challenge will be based on how many badges you have. To even challenge the first gym, you''ll need at least two Pok¨¦mon. The second gym needs three, the third four, and the fourth five. There''s no requirement to get a sixth Pok¨¦mon. But you have half a year to get the first four badges, which isn''t easy. I only managed to get to three myself when I was sixteen by the half year mark. I ended up with five badges, but my family paid for everything for half a year."

    "Oh, I''m competing alright. If I can''t get to 8 badges, then it means I can''t do anything to the Watchers," Elduran said seriously.

    "Wait, let me get this straight. You''ll be fighting them with actual Pok¨¦mon?" Gemma asked, looking at him curiously.

    "Did you actually think I''d go fight them solo with a bow?"

    Gemma took a serious look and stared at him for a few seconds before speaking with a calm and steady tone. "Elduran, you know you''re too old for this shit, right? Pok¨¦mon trainer at 31? And please don''t mention Rurik Crevace. He''s the exception."

    "Why not mention him? He got his starter Pok¨¦mon at 42 years old, became the champion of Johto a year after that, and 33 years later, he''s still the champion. He''s the oldest ever to become a champion and the longest-running champion. I know Pok¨¦mon, Gemma, and you know it. I wasn''t the best shot because I have the best aim. I could always sense their movement, their habits, what they would do next, and not because of a hunch. No, it''s because I devote 2-3 hours daily to studying Pok¨¦mon, and I''ve been doing it for too long, far too freaking long. I admit I''ll definitely need to work on connecting with them, but I feel the training part I''ll be able to handle. They''ll need to fight the Watchers, so I''ll need them to be as strong as possible."

    Gemma got up and walked towards the window, while staring outside she talked with a calming voice, ¡°Elduran...if you only see pokemon as weapons, you will not get far¡± .

    ¡°I don¡¯t see them as weapons anymore. I really have changed. ¡°

    Gemma grabbed one of her pokeballs and released one of her pokemon. A red light formed into a Vileplum, a flower looking pokemon. Elduran in a matter of a second, was off his chair grabbing a knife from the kitchen counter and as he was turning to face it, he realized what Gemma had done. He stopped mid turning, dropped the knife to the table, took a deep breath, sat down back to the chair and stared at Vileplum tensily.

    "I see your Gloom evolved," he said while still looking at Vileplume."I have to say," Gemma began, walking back towards the table and petting her Vileplume on one of its petals, "this is definitely an improvement." She sat down again and stared at Elduran, who still couldn''t avert his gaze from Vileplume, as if it were going to attack him the second his eyes were averted from it. "You still have a long way to go. You can''t trust Violet, a Pok¨¦mon that knows you. Deep inside you, you know your dumb little brain is telling you that there''s no way she''ll ever hurt you."

    "Why wouldn''t she? Every time I saw her out of her Pok¨¦ Ball in the past, I forced you to recall her. If I remember correctly, you left me because you couldn''t be with a person who would force their Pok¨¦mon to be in their Pok¨¦ Ball for most of their life." Elduran retorted.

    "I left you, dumbass, because you didn''t believe in the idea of marriage, you wanted me to move into this shitty apartment to save money, and frankly, to be completely honest, you''re too immature. It doesn''t help that you''re also eight years younger than me. The Pok¨¦mon thing was just the excuse." The last sentence she said calmly.

    "I guess I deserve that. You know what, that makes me feel better. I really did think you left me because of the Pok¨¦mon situation," he said, relaxing in his chair. "I thought Pok¨¦mon took you from me too. By lying, you did make me feel more uncomfortable around Pok¨¦mon. Congrats!" he said with a sarcastic smile.

    Gemma couldn''t believe it. Elduran was staring at her, comfortably sitting in his chair and smiling. He actually wasn''t looking at Violet. He noticed her staring at him with her mouth half open, and his face showed that he was trying to understand what she was thinking about. Gemma saw the realization on his face when he abruptly stopped smiling and turned his head towards Violet. It was clear as day that even Elduran couldn''t believe what had just happened.

    "You really do feel more comfortable around Pok¨¦mon. You weren''t lying," Gemma said.

    Elduran thought he was just putting on a show, but apparently, he really did feel just a tad more comfortable around Pok¨¦mon. That Vivillon had sure changed everything about his worldview.

    Gemma got up, recalled her Vileplume, and said, "I think you got everything. I''ll be heading out. Elduran...I''m actually happy you''re doing this. I''m happy because there''s a possibility that after you give these creatures a chance, you''ll forget about vengeance and all this crap about the Watchers and actually become a real trainer."

    Elduran got up and looked at her with a small smile on his face. "You could spend the night with me, you know. You might never see me again."

    Gemma let out a sigh and raised her left hand. "You see this thing here? You might not know what this piece of metal is, but it''s called a ring, a wedding ring to be exact."

    Elduran kept smiling. "Hey, you can''t blame me for trying," he said as he hugged her goodbye.

    Before Gemma got out the door, she turned around and took a Pok¨¦ Ball out of her purse, not a typical ball but a green and white ball with a yellow dot between the two pairs of red stripes, a Friend Ball, her lucky Friend Ball that she had kept from her days as a trainer and had never had to use. She tossed it to Elduran, closed the door, and walked away.

    - - - -

    Three weeks had passed since Ho-oh''s devastating attack on Saffron City. Elduran stood atop a vast hill overlooking the city, where the majority of victims, both human and Pok¨¦mon, were laid to rest. Today, a solemn memorial service was held, drawing in nearly half of Saffron''s population.

    Mayor Christopher Cornwell and Gym Leader Rina Comps delivered heartfelt speeches, offering condolences and emphasizing the urgent need to bolster the city''s defenses against future threats. The usual platitudes about strength and resilience echoed through the air, a common refrain following every disaster.

    While Rina was a renowned Psychic-type trainer, previously considered for an Elite Four position, she had chosen to remain in Saffron. Her exceptional skills made her the strongest gym leader in Kanto. However, Rina was a victim of the system''s limitations. The League''s bureaucratic red tape hindered its ability to proactively address threats, often reacting only after crises had unfolded. The requirement for regional leagues to seek permission to cross borders and intervene in other regions made it challenging to combat multi-regional criminal organizations like the Watchers.

    Despite his personal disdain for Pok¨¦mon, Elduran respected powerful trainers who refused to be beholden to the League. Although obtaining eight badges in any region granted lifetime residency, working for the League meant forfeiting all other regional residencies. While League employment offered relative security and ease, freelance Pok¨¦mon trainers had proven to be more effective in dealing with the Watchers. The army and League were simply outmatched by the power of legendary Pok¨¦mon. It pained Elduran to acknowledge that firearms were no match for these mythical creatures, but it was a harsh reality. At least now, he hoped to join the ranks of those who could truly make a difference.

    "I think we''ve both had enough of this for a lifetime," a voice behind Elduran said.

    He turned to see Bob, a towering figure who always seemed to be in peak physical condition.

    "Hey, Bob!" Elduran greeted him with a friendly punch on the shoulder.

    "I''ll miss you, Owl," Bob replied, referring to Elduran''s role as the team''s sharpshooter. "The security we felt with you watching our backs was invaluable."

    They shook hands, their grips firm and powerful.

    "Ho-oh, by yourself? That''s a hell of a way to go out. I can''t wait to tell my kids about the legendary man who was part of our unit," Bob said with a grin.

    "You guys will be even better without me. I might be crossing over, but I finally understand what you''ve always been trying to tell me. Trainers have a huge advantage in this fight. I wish I could have both my firearms and Pok¨¦mon at the same time," Elduran admitted.

    "That would be terrifying," Bob joked. "Too much power. Imagine you with six champion-level Pok¨¦mon and a rifle. You could rule the world!"

    "If we all agree that trainers are stronger than firearms, why are you guys in the army?" Elduran asked curiously.

    "You keep forgetting that 99% of the population tries being a trainer at 16. We just weren''t good at it, but we still wanted to make the world a better place. Giving up our Pok¨¦mon to join the army was tough, but I still see mine occasionally. Elduran, let me tell you something. You have the potential to be really good, or really bad. It''s up to you."

    "What do you mean?" Elduran asked, intrigued.

    "You have an incredible knowledge of Pok¨¦mon. I''ve seen you studying them constantly. You don''t even need a Pok¨¦dex to know their moves and abilities. But knowing the moves and being quick with your orders isn''t enough. The bond between you and your Pok¨¦mon is more important than anything. They need to trust your decisions and execute without hesitation. It''s not about loving them or telling them jokes. It''s about a bond based on respect. Some trainers achieve it with rainbows and unicorns, some with strength, and some with fear. You have to spend time building that bond. It''s more important than studying moves and counters."

    "I''ll keep that in mind. Gemma gave me similar advice," Elduran said.

    "You should listen to her. She was a great trainer back in the day. And one last piece of advice: If you''re enjoying your new life, forget about the Watchers and live a little. Arceus knows you deserve it," Bob said.

    "Now you''re asking too much of me," Elduran said with a smile.

    Bob looked at Elduran with a smirk. "I like that beard you''ve got growing. I never thought of you as a beard guy, but let that hair grow out a bit. You''re not in the military anymore, so no more military haircut." Bob offered his hand for a handshake.

    They shook hands one final time. "I like my hair short, but I''ll try growing the beard to about a finger''s length. I don''t think I could survive the itch if it got any longer. Until we meet again, my friend. My flight is tomorrow morning, so this is goodbye."

    "For your own good, I hope we don''t meet too soon," Bob replied, glancing at a woman walking towards them. "Well, this is my cue to leave. Sorry, but I thought this person should know you quit the force. Stay safe!" he said as he walked away.

    "Wait, what?" Elduran called out, but Bob ignored him and continued walking.

    A woman in her fifties approached Elduran, her eyes swollen from recent tears. She was dressed in black, her attire reflecting the grief she carried.

    "Are you Elduran?" she asked.

    "Yes, I am. Can I help you with something?" he replied.

    "I''ll keep this brief. Don''t be angry at your friend, but he told me you were the one who drove Ho-oh away. It wasn''t easy for him to reveal that information."

    "And why were you looking for me?" Elduran asked cautiously.

    "Because of this Vivillon, my daughter''s Vivillon..." Tears streamed down her face. "All she wanted was to..." She was unable to continue.

    "It''s okay, I understand," Elduran said, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "I''d love to see Viv again. She must have been an amazing person to raise such a well-behaved Pok¨¦mon."

    "You misunderstand," she said, regaining her composure. "Bob told me you quit the force. Vivillon wants to join you permanently. You''re allowed to have her now, if you want."

    Elduran was taken aback. Viv as his first Pok¨¦mon? The joy he felt was immense, but was it right to take her from her previous trainer''s family?

    "I don''t know if I can accept her," he hesitated. "She must mean a lot to you."

    "This isn''t about us. She''s not an object, and I''m not asking for any money. She truly wants to go with you, and if she does, the only obstacle is whether you''re willing to accept her," she said softly.

    "I will definitely take her," Elduran replied with determination.

    The woman released Vivillon from her Pok¨¦ball. The Pok¨¦mon rushed towards Elduran and embraced him tightly, almost suffocating him.

    "I''m so happy to see you," Elduran said, struggling to breathe. "But we definitely need to work on your hugs. This is the second time you''ve tried to choke me to death."

    "Well, that proves it''s you," she said, smiling through her tears. "They identified my daughter on the second day. After I signed the paperwork, they broke her Pok¨¦ball connection. I had to recapture her. She let me after I promised her I would find you." she said, placing her thumb on the top of the Pok¨¦ball for five seconds. A blue ring of light appeared around her finger. On her phone, she entered her password into the Pok¨¦dex app. Then, she handed the Pok¨¦ball to Elduran. "Put your thumb there on the blue ring." Elduran held his thumb on the ring for five seconds. The light flashed twice and disappeared. "There, now Vivillon is yours. Take good care of her," she said, turning away with tears in her eyes.

    Vivillon turned to her and hugged her from behind. The woman stopped and gently stroked Vivillon''s wing.

    "Excuse me, but can I please have your name?" Elduran asked softly.

    "My name is Johanna," she replied, as Vivillon released her and began to walk away.

    "One last thing," Elduran hesitated. "Can I please have your daughter''s name? I think it would mean a lot to Viv."

    The woman stopped and wiped away her tears. "Her name was Nancy. Take good care of her best friend, please. She was the world to her."

    As she walked away, Vivillon''s tears flowed freely, unable to contain her grief at the mention of her previous trainer''s name.

    Elduran walked towards Vivillon, gently taking her into his arms. This time, he initiated the hug, offering her comfort.

    - - - -

    The plane finally touched down. After clearing security, he emerged from the airport into a vast expanse of farmland with a distant city a few miles away. He had arrived in Tenera, and Asven City, where his registration awaited, was a short bus ride away. At 31 years old, he was about to embark on a new chapter as a trainer.

 Chapter 2 - Registration

    Chapter 2

    Registration

    The bus journey appeared that it would last approximately just over thirty minutes. The road was so remarkably straight that Elduran questioned whether he could replicate such precision on paper with a ruler. Surrounding him were vast expanses of farmland, showcasing a variety of crops that left him somewhat bewildered; while he could easily identify wheat and corn, the rest remained a mystery to him. Nevertheless, this unnervingly straight road sliced directly through the agricultural landscape.

    To his left, he observed a massive metal beam elevated around fifty feet above the ground. He recognized it as part of the widely admired monorail tracks, a true testament to engineering prowess. The structure appeared robust enough to endure the impact of a Copperajah colliding with its supporting columns. Although he believed he could glimpse another beam further off to his right, his position on the left side of the bus left him uncertain about this observation.

    Suddenly, a monorail train sped by, racing at an astonishing speed of at least 250 mph. What struck him most was its lack of the sleek, aerodynamic design he had anticipated; while the front was streamlined, the rest of the train appeared bulky and boxy. It was clear that this was no ordinary passenger train but rather a cargo train. In stark contrast, another train approached from the opposite direction, heading away from the city of Asven. This one embodied the slender, graceful form he had always imagined a monorail should possess, unmistakably a passenger train.

    Beyond the monorail, he spotted a massive black mountain in the distance, its slopes adorned with rivers of flowing lava. The proximity of the capital to such an active volcano astonished him. Perhaps this was the reason for the seemingly endless farms surrounding Asven; while he wasn''t an expert in geology, he understood that volcanic soil was incredibly fertile for agriculture. However, the logistics of transporting that rich soil to the farms left him puzzled.

    What astonished him the most was the realization that there were no visible roads aside from the one linking the airport to Asven. He had heard that in Tenera, everyone relied on monorails for transportation, but he began to question whether that was due to a complete absence of roads. Tenera had once been a vast safari continent until about four decades ago, functioning as a shared business model for all regions, where every Pok¨¦mon could be found. Elduran pondered this while observing Tenera, skeptical of its truth, yet indifferent to the details. With no roads and no monorails, the area was designed like a safari, and the local inhabitants seemed to live with technology reminiscent of a century past. The architecture was predominantly traditional, constructed from rock and wood, while the two desert towns primarily utilized mudbrick. However, in Asven, modern metal and concrete structures had begun to blend with the older styles, at least according to the few images he had encountered.

    The locals eventually established their own government and sought independence. Although there were initial tensions, the situation remained largely peaceful without escalating into war. The political factions aimed to move in a certain direction, yet every regional Pok¨¦mon league rallied behind the people of Tenera, including the Kanto League, which was the most inclined to support the government. While the Pok¨¦mon league operated independently from the government, both entities held equal sway in decision-making. The government primarily managed agriculture, commerce, education, energy, health, treasury, labor, and housing, whereas the league oversaw justice, defense, and homeland security. They were also responsible for organizing league events, which included the entire process of badge collection and ensuring safe travel routes for trainers of all ages. The balance was delicate; routes needed to be secure enough to prevent fatalities while still presenting enough challenges to foster growth among trainers. The overarching goal was to cultivate powerful trainers, driven by the understanding that the wilds were home to formidable Pok¨¦mon capable of devastating cities in an instant, but also by the competitive nature of neighboring regions. Elduran was acutely aware of this dynamic, being deeply entrenched in the system, and he often caught the murmurs of its inner workings.

    The bus finally arrived at the edge of the city, where contemporary concrete homes stood in neat rows, primarily designed for residential living, with most structures reaching up to three stories high. Just a few minutes later, he found himself in the bustling heart of the city, confronted by an odd blend of architecture that was even more jarring than the images he had seen prior to his arrival. The city center was adorned with stunning brick buildings, including a grand city hall that rose majestically to four stories, its pinkish hue catching the eye. Yet, towering skyscrapers, some reaching twenty stories or more, intermingled with these charming structures, creating a striking contrast. Asven, the largest city in Tenera, boasted a population of around 150,000, but the streets were surprisingly devoid of cars, with no road wider than two lanes in either direction. Most residents opted to walk, bike, or travel on Pok¨¦mon, which made him uneasy; he was accustomed to regions where there were strict limits on the number of Pok¨¦mon one could have out of their Pok¨¦ Balls. Although he didn¡¯t see any excessively large or heavy Pok¨¦mon, he wondered if such regulations still applied here. He knew he had to confront his discomfort, especially now that he had a Pok¨¦mon partner and aspired to expand his team. Yet the mere mention of Vivillon stirred a mix of happiness and irritation within him, as it highlighted the striking difference between his companion''s serene demeanor and the chaotic nature of many other Pok¨¦mon. With a sigh, he acknowledged the inner turmoil he still needed to resolve, recognizing that Vivillon would be his steadfast support and guide on this journey.

    The bus finally arrived at its sole destination, a modest glass structure that served as the bus station. Elduran pondered whether this stop was exclusively for shuttling passengers between the airport and the city, as it seemed far too small to function as a major bus terminal. Pulling out his phone, he activated the navigation app to locate the nearest Pok¨¦mon Center. As he tried to maintain his composure amidst the flurry of Pok¨¦mon bustling around him, he retrieved Vivillon''s Pok¨¦ Ball and set her free. "Hey there, I should have let you out sooner. It looks like Pok¨¦mon roam freely in this area," Elduran remarked with excitement. Vivillon responded with a soft "Vi," her eyes wide with wonder at the stark contrast from Kanto. She playfully shot a string shot onto his back and nestled herself there, a habit she had picked up from her previous trainer, Nancy. Elduran mused that perhaps it was a comfort for her or a way to keep him safe, and being a pragmatist, he preferred to believe it was the latter.

    Most of the roads he traveled on to reach the pok¨¦mon center had tram tracks, which explained why buses weren''t commonly used in the city. He reached his destination and entered inside. The Pok¨¦mon Center was a practical hub of activity. The waiting area featured simple benches and a few tables scattered around for trainers to sit and catch their breath. A large reception desk stood at the front, staffed by a nurse who efficiently processed trainers checking in their Pok¨¦mon. The walls were lined with information boards detailing services, rules, and nearby facilities. Trainers shuffled in and out, some glancing at maps on the wall, while the sounds of Pok¨¦mon being treated in the back provided a steady background noise. This was a place to get what you needed, healing, information, or just a moment of respite before heading out again. He made his way towards a large kiosk with a sign that read "housing accommodation," a woman behind the desk greeted him and asked if he was visiting someone.

    "I''m actually here to book a room," he replied.

    "Oh, my apologies for assuming. We don''t often see adults joining the league tour, but it''s certainly allowed," she said. "The cost will be 100 crimson cetis."

    "Actually, this is my first year as a trainer, so I believe it''s free," Elduran said confidently as he handed her his trainer card. He was amused by the look of surprise on the woman''s face, but he wasn''t embarrassed in the slightest. He was never one to shy away from attention.

    "Oh dear, I apologize again sir. I seem to be making quite a few assumptions today," she chuckled nervously as she scanned his card in their system. "Hmm, sir...it appears you haven''t visited our pok¨¦mon registry office yet. Your card needs to be updated."

    "Raikou''s shit!" Elduran exclaimed in frustration. "They told me at the Kanto registry that everything was taken care of. Oh...sorry about my language," he added quickly, noticing her name tag on her shirt. She was quite attractive, he thought to himself, around his age with long blonde hair and fair skin, and those big round purple glasses added an interesting touch. But he didn''t come here to flirt with women.

    "Brie, do you mind if I go to the registry office now? I''ll be back in no time,¡± Elduran asked politely.

    "Of course not, take your time. I''ll still be here for a few more hours," she replied, glancing at the clock on the wall.

    He joked, "I better hurry then, I don''t want to come back and find you''ve been replaced." He winked at her before turning to leave the building with Vivillon still clinging onto his back.

    Upon exiting, Elduran placed the Pok¨¦mon registry in his navigator and proceeded onward, pleased to find it was just a brief two-minute walk, a pleasant surprise indeed. His stroll was uneventful, and soon he arrived at his destination. As he stepped inside the Pok¨¦mon Registry Office nestled in the venerable brick building, he was struck by the stark contrast between its weathered facade and the sleek modernity within. The mingling scent of aged bricks and cutting-edge technology was palpable. The rhythmic clatter of rapid, precise keystrokes resonated through the otherwise quiet space, hinting at the advanced technology sheltered within a relic of yesteryears. Despite the building¡¯s austere exterior, the interior was brightly illuminated, casting a warm glow over the rows of digital data terminals lining the walls.

    A dozen employees stood ready behind their desks, eager to assist customers. Noticing the absence of a waiting line and with three employees unoccupied, he instinctively approached the digital kiosk to obtain a number. Just as he was about to do so, an employee from desk number seven beckoned him forward.

    The man, in his fifties, sporting curly black and white hair and a thick mustache, with dark skin and clad in a classic white button-down shirt, greeted him warmly.

    "How may I assist you, sir?" he inquired.

    Elduran presented his trainer card, handing it over to the man across the desk.

    "This card seems to need updating at one of your regional offices," Elduran explained.

    "Let''s take a look," said the man, swiping the card through a reader. "Ah, I see you''re from Kanto. My name''s Jeremiah, by the way, pleased to assist you, Elduran."

    "Can you explain why everything seemed fine at the Kanto registry office? They indicated my card was ready for immediate use," Elduran queried.

    "Indeed, there''s a reason," Jeremiah affirmed. "The champion of the league, John Gianic, has introduced a new rule requiring all first-time trainers in Tenera to come here to release a minor hold on their cards. Tenera operates differently, and trainers often assume the same rules apply as elsewhere, losing months caught unaware. To release the hold, I¡¯ll simply explain how the league tour functions here," Jeremiah added with a subtle smile.

    "You could have just put that information online," Elduran retorted.

    "We did, but you''d be surprised how many trainers ignore it completely," Jeremiah replied.

    "Trust me, I get it. We humans often assume we know everything and frequently overlook instructions," Elduran commented.

    "True enough," Jeremiah chuckled before continuing. "The tour operates quite differently. Abroad trainers often find it surprising that all gym leaders perform at the same level regardless of the number of badges you have. Whether one or seven, their strength remains the same. However, with zero badges, you face a 2 on 2, one badge makes it a 3 on 3, two badges a 4 on 4, and subsequently, all battles are 5 on 5."

    "That''s quite the change. Is there anything else I should know?" Elduran asked.

    "Oh, certainly. Here, you need only collect your first badge before your sixth month to extend your first-year trainer benefits for a full year," Jeremiah continued.

    "That''s promising, though it seems more challenging than collecting four badges in regions with weaker gym Pok¨¦mon," Elduran mused.

    "You¡¯re not wrong, but here in Tenera, you only need to collect your badges once, not annually. We call it a tour, but there¡¯s no time constraint, apart from first-year benefits. The Pok¨¦mon League Championship starts on September one, which is today. If you¡¯ve collected all badges by the end of August next year, you can participate. If not, there¡¯s always the next year, without having to re-earn previously acquired badges," Jeremiah explained.

    "That''s bold. So, if I collect all badges now, I could potentially participate in the league even ten years down the line?" Elduran asked.

    "Excellent question. The league has a committee that tests trainers who''ve been away from battling for too long. These trainers face opponents equal to gym leaders in strength, albeit not as formidable as their personal teams. Failing means collecting all badges anew, this time all battles are 5 on 5," Jeremiah elaborated.

    "I see, so one could settle into a normal life while keeping the championship as an option. Tenera¡¯s system seems more accommodating," Elduran observed.

    "Quite so, and with that, your card is ready for use in Tenera. You have until March to claim your first badge. After that, your first-year benefits will extend to September of the next year. Best of luck, Elduran! Hope to face you at the championship!" Jeremiah concluded with a smile.

    "Hold on, are you an embodiment of the scenario I described? You collected your gym badges as a teen, then pursued a career and family, joining the league year after year without needing the committee?" Elduran asked.

    "I am indeed that embodiment," Jeremiah chuckled. "My inaugural match is the day after tomorrow, and I''m catching the train to Pinnacle Rock this evening. Over three decades, I''ve only ever lost in the first round three times, so the committee saw no reason to test me. My best result was ranking within the top two hundred fifty-six when I was thirty-two. I hope to see you there next year!"

    "Oh, you will. Maybe not next year, but certainly within two," Elduran laughed softly, taking his card. "Take care, Jeremiah. Thanks for everything. I truly appreciate it," Elduran said as he made his way to the exit. Jeremiah nodded in farewell.

    Elduran walked in silence, absorbed in his thoughts. The path he followed led him far from any championship dreams; survival until next year seemed a more reasonable hope than collecting eight trivial tokens. He had noted a park across the street a few minutes ago and decided to make his way there. Crossing over, he found an empty bench and, as he removed his duffel bag, Vivillon dislodged, swiftly shaking off the remnants of a string shot before he could even set the bag down against the bench.

    "Let¡¯s grab a bite, Viv," he suggested.

    Vivillon settled beside him, still taking in her surroundings with wide eyes, the world around her still a new and startling experience.

    Elduran retrieved a protein bar from his duffel bag and some kibble intended for Vivillon. Though she was part Flying and part Bug, she seemed to favor the Bug-type food. Attempts to mix in some Flying-type fare had once resulted in her simply gusting it away. He took one of the bowls from his bag, filled it with the kibble, and offered it to her. She finished her meal faster than he managed to eat his protein bar.

    "Careful, or you¡¯ll get fat!" Elduran teased.

    "Viiiiii," Vivillon retorted with a playful tone. "Yeah, yeah, I know, you¡¯ll never get fat. How do you like this city, Viv?" he queried.

    "Vii," she replied, her voice high and enthusiastic.

    "You like it, huh? Personally, I find it a bit ugly, but I do appreciate how it¡¯s less crowded than Saffron," he mused.

    Vivillon inched closer until she was nestled against him. A few moments later, she was asleep. Although tiredness began to creep over him as well, he resisted, aware of the tasks ahead. Not wishing to disturb Vivillon, he gently recalled her into her Pok¨¦ball.

    "I don¡¯t quite understand how you Pok¨¦mon can enjoy being digital forms within these Pok¨¦balls, and I can only wonder how the interior appears to you. But Viv, if I manage to scrape together enough money, I¡¯ll upgrade your Pok¨¦ball, it''ll be like a mansion in there," he said softly, speaking to Vivillon¡¯s Pok¨¦ball. Rising from the bench, he headed towards the Pok¨¦mon Center.

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    Upon entering the Pok¨¦mon Center, Elduran found Brie still there. He approached her directly and handed her his card.

    "Mission accomplished, Brie. Hope you didn¡¯t miss me too much," Elduran quipped.

    "You were gone for only an hour. Hardly time to miss you," she replied with a smile.

    "Tell me, do you happen to have eight badges?" he inquired.

    "Oh no, as a matter of fact, I have none. Tried being a trainer for about eighteen months, but I wasn¡¯t very good," she admitted, gesturing toward the Aipom snoozing on a couch behind her. "That¡¯s my Aipom, my starter. My other is a Chikorita, but she prefers staying in her Pok¨¦ball."

    "No worries. Between you and me, I''m not all that impressed by the League tour," he said quietly, so only she could hear.

    "Then why pursue it if you feel that way?" she questioned aloud, returning his card along with a card key.

    "My reasons are my own. Maybe it¡¯s the free travel and a year of vacation, who can say?" Elduran replied, taking back his card and key.

    "Well, enjoy your stay. Let us know if there¡¯s anything you need to make it more comfortable. The stairs to the rooms are just here to the left," she indicated, her tone suddenly brisk.

    Elduran sensed he might have offended her; her last words were tinged with a chill. He¡¯d intended to lift her spirits by downplaying the tour, but when he glanced back, he saw her engrossed in the championship match on the TV behind her. Two trainers were locked in battle. It hit him then, she loved Pok¨¦mon battling, despite her lack of success. He felt a pang of regret for his thoughtlessness, realizing a frequent misstep of his was inadvertently offending others when he meant well.

    Ascending the stairs, he noted his card read 3H, meaning his room was located on the third floor. He found his room easily. It was compact, just big enough for a small closet, a tiny bathroom, a compact desk, but, surprisingly, a full-sized bed. Having grown up in the army, he was accustomed to sharing a space like this with three other men. He knew he had to visit the supermarket for necessities and the Pok¨¦mart for Vivillon¡¯s food, but exhaustion was overtaking him. He decided to defer it to tomorrow. It was only 7 p.m., but with Kanto being four hours ahead, his body clock felt it was 11 p.m. An early rise seemed inevitable. After a quick shower, he collapsed into bed. Vivillon, fond of resting in her Pok¨¦ball, remained inside it. Elduran wished he could coax her into enjoying the outside when asleep, but for now, he let her be.

    He awoke at 3:00 AM, just as expected. He knew pok¨¦cafes operated around the clock, and having passed one during his walk from the bus station to the Pok¨¦mon Center the previous day, he knew it was a mere five-minute stroll away. Despite the availability of instant coffee at the Pok¨¦mon Center, he had a strong distaste for it. The pok¨¦cafes brewed the traditional pot-boiled coffee he favored, a style gradually fading from popularity. This method was the easiest to prepare while traveling, reminiscent of his army days where it was the only option. However, upon arrival, he discovered the pok¨¦cafe was closed, a letdown as he realized that in Tenera, pok¨¦cafes were not 24/7. He turned to his phone''s map app to search for open cafes at this hour. Today, he truly embodied an owl, both in name and nature, he mused. He found several options but chose one on the town''s periphery for a distinct reason. To his surprise, the tram was operational at this early hour, and delightfully, his trainer card provided free rides, a perk presumably linked to his status as a first-year trainer.

    After a -minute tram journey, he arrived at a small gray brick structure with two modest windows flanking a wooden front door reminiscent of a cellar entrance. Inside, the cozy ambiance was accentuated by soft yellow lighting, a welcome contrast to the widespread obsession with the stark, near-blue illumination. The snug space accommodated about a dozen small wooden tables, as the ordering and coffee-preparation counter occupied much of the interior. Only one table was in use, occupied by a solitary young teenager seated in the corner. Her striking long green hair cascaded to her shoulders, where it curled and transitioned to vivid yellow. Her skin was pale even by Kanto standards, suggesting she was not a local. Tenera''s populace, he had observed, generally possessed olive or dark complexions. He speculated she might be a first-year trainer from Sinnoh, possibly no older than 17, and he remained perplexed by the contemporary penchant for vibrant hair colors. Her belt already held four Pok¨¦balls.

    Approaching the counter, he ordered a stovetop black coffee, astounded by its modest price of five crimson cetis. Tenera, at least, offered affordable coffee, he mused. With his coffee in hand moments later, he seated himself at the table nearest the front door. He began scanning for news related to any destruction or odd phenomena in the region. Gemma, a top-tier intelligence agent, was convinced of their presence here, and he trusted her instincts implicitly. The problem was a lack of leads. Tenera''s distinction as the only region untouched by legendary Pok¨¦mon attacks was curious, yet he would have dismissed it by default. Not so for Gemma; her instincts were unparalleled. Thinking of Gemma, he realized how much he missed her. She had been his only genuine relationship, lasting two years, a feat by Elduran standards, as none had previously surpassed six months. He was invariably drawn to slightly older women, for they seemed to provide stability, influencing him to listen rather than control. Their maturity earned his respect, granting them the right to steer their shared course. Nevertheless, that chapter was now firmly in the past.

    Across the caf¨¦, the girl kept casting glances his way whenever he seemed preoccupied. Elduran didn''t fancy himself particularly clever, in fact, he often thought himself quite the opposite, but he possessed a keen sixth sense for survival. Whether it be spatial awareness, discerning sounds, or sensing when eyes were upon him, he was usually attuned. Yet with this girl, there was no sense of threat; perhaps she was merely intrigued by the presence of someone else at such an early hour. In a caf¨¦ occupied by only two souls, it''s natural for one''s gaze to occasionally wander toward the other.

    The only notable news in Tenera lately was the river in Erim town running dry, one of the desert towns. Meanwhile, Dendra City seemed to demand special tax treatment for all the renewable forest infrastructure they were setting up to supply Tenera with lumber. Elduran had heard this story before¡ªcities asking for tax breaks simply because they weren''t as reliant on neighboring towns or cities. Just a load of Moltres droppings, if only things were that simple. There hadn¡¯t been any legendary Pok¨¦mon assaults, and the region appeared relatively peaceful, yet Gemma insisted he come here. She wouldn''t deceive him; he knew her too well for that. Clearly, something was amiss. He could spare a day or two to decide his next step.

    After finishing his coffee, he stepped out, noticing the girl glancing at him again as he exited. He headed towards the end of town¡ªthe very reason he picked that specific caf¨¦. He needed to train with Vivillon. He released Vivillon from her pok¨¦ball, happy to see she was awake, if only barely. She made a pitiful "Viii" sound.

    "Wake up, you lazy bug! We run first, then train at the town''s edge," Elduran instructed.

    "Viii," Vivillon protested, but followed once Elduran began jogging.

    Vivillon disliked early mornings, a stark contrast to Elduran, which often led them to butt heads. After about minutes, they reached the town¡¯s outskirts just before the farms. They stood on the eastern side of town as the Volcano spewed red rivers in the distance¡ªa breathtaking sight.

    "Alright, work on Struggle Bug. Perfect it; I know you can," Elduran encouraged Vivillon.

    "Viii," Vivillon responded with determination.

    Elduran then proceeded with his workout routine¡ªpush-ups, crunches, and other exercises he did daily after leaving the army. He even found a sturdy tree branch suitable for pull-ups.

    Vivillon was improving. Bits of goo launched from her body in all directions, still too slow. Elduran felt he could help but couldn''t pinpoint how. She was making progress, though slowly¡ªit¡¯d take another two weeks to perfect the move, and that was too long. He felt more secure in Pok¨¦mon battles than training. Perhaps Vivillon was a slow learner, but it was odd her former trainer hadn''t taught her this move. Struggle Bug, a move where she barely had to move but could attack everything around her, seemed invaluable. Her current attacking moves were limited to Gust and Psybeam. That needed correcting. However, her status effect moves were superb¡ªSleep Powder, Stun Spore, and Poison Powder were magnificent, complemented by Light Screen and Supersonic. Psybeam, a peculiar move, temporarily confused the target for a split second. That second was what Elduran intended to exploit.

    After about an hour of exercising, he sat down on a rock at a safe distance from Vivillon, watching her train, still unsure how to help. Vivillon, noticing him resting, decided she needed a break too.

    "Come on, just a little more. I want Struggle Bug to extend maybe an inch or two." He took a swig from his water bottle.

    "Viiiii," Vivillon protested, lying on the ground, eyeing his water bottle.

    "You''re hopeless. Spoiled brat attitude. Too bad it''s cute when you¡¯re like this. Here," he said, tossing the water bottle her way.

    "Viii," Vivillon looked at the bottle, puzzled, as she caught it.

    Elduran approached with her water bowl. "Nice catch!" He poured some water into her bowl before taking back the bottle.

    He then spotted a teenager approaching, a single pok¨¦ball on his belt, clad in jean shorts and a red t-shirt, topped with a red hat.

    "Hello, mister," the boy greeted.

    "Hey," Elduran replied. "Can I help you with something?"

    The first rays of the sun started to break the horizon.

    "I''m a new trainer. Got my starter Pok¨¦mon yesterday. I couldn''t sleep from excitement and saw you from my bedroom window. I live in that building on the top floor," he pointed. "I was hoping you¡¯d give me my first battle."

    Elduran considered it would be his first too, unbeknownst to the boy. A good opportunity to test if his military precision and fearlessness in missions would apply to Pok¨¦mon battles.

    "Sure, why not? I''m Elduran. What¡¯s your name, lad?" Elduran asked.

    "Tony. Nice to meet you. Can we just do the minimum wage, 100 cetis?" Tony suggested.

    "Right, 100 cetis is fine," Elduran agreed, recalling how top trainers could demand fortunes per battle. "This is a one-on-one. Viv, you''re up," Elduran indicated to Vivillon behind him.

    Tony released his Pok¨¦ball, revealing a Bidoof, a small rodent like pok¨¦mon with 2 big front teeth.

    "Alright, here we go," Tony struck a pose, commanding, "Tackle!"

    Elduran suppressed laughter at Tony''s overly dramatic stance, but maintained focus.

    "Viv, poison powder in front of you and fly back."

    Vivillon spread poisonous particles in the air, effortlessly flying backward. Tony issued no new commands, and Bidoof charged through the powder, heading for Vivillon. Within seconds, Bidoof appeared hurt yet kept pursuing.

    "If it keeps coming, use Gust," Elduran instructed calmly.

    "Bidoof, stop and use Defense Curl!" Tony shouted.

    Bidoof ceased running, curling into a ball. Its skin shimmered momentarily, toughening its hide. The gust hit, but Bidoof largely resisted, staying grounded.

    "Bidoof, Rollout!" Tony commanded excitedly.

    Knowing Rollout''s strength against Flying Pok¨¦mon, Elduran needed Vivillon to dodge. Simply flying up to wait for Bidoof to succumb to poison felt cheap; he wanted to test Vivillon¡¯s trust in him for a more effective counterattack.

    "Viv, turn toward me," Elduran directed. Vivillon hesitated as Bidoof became a rolling sphere. ¡°Please, look at me. Turn and face me.¡± She hovered, staring at Elduran. ¡°Now hold... just a little longer... now! Fly up!¡±

    Bidoof leaped last second, but Vivillon ascended, causing Bidoof to miss.

    "Psybeam and finish with Gust!" Elduran ordered.

    Positioned perfectly as Bidoof rolled beneath, Vivillon had ample time to strike with Psybeam and Gust before Bidoof hit the ground as she was already facing it, causing it to faint mid-air.

    "Well done, Bidoof. We''ll improve," Tony reassured as he recalled his Pok¨¦mon. Approaching Elduran, he transferred cetis via a phone scan of Elduran''s trainer barcode. "Thanks for the battle, mister. That was a smooth move. You and Vivillon are in sync. I hope Bidoof and I reach that level of trust. Take care!" He walked away.

    Vivillon smiled, dancing around Elduran, playfully gusting him with her wings, clearly cheerful about the victory. Elduran pondered her excitement, given her past wins with Nancy against tougher foes, then decided to ask.

    "Viv, that Bidoof was below your level. Why the excitement?" Elduran queried.

    "Viiiv... viiv," she hummed.

    "Oh, it felt good trying something new?" Elduran realized. "You know, right back at you. Felt great you trusted me to fight blind, gaining an edge."

    As he gathered Vivillon''s bowl and water bottle, he noticed her again¡ªthe girl from the caf¨¦, now wearing a pink hat, trying to hide. Her unmistakable hair was concealed, but Elduran remembered everything: faces, clothing¡ªhis memory was sharp. He caught a glimpse of her before she disappeared behind the building where Tony lived. Elduran quickly assembled his bow, a folding one, suited for emergencies¡ªnot as accurate as a recurve or longbow, and he disliked compound bows despite their precise single shots due to poor firing rates.

    Elduran signaled Vivillon to approach. "Viv, listen. A girl is tailing us, behind that building." He pointed. "You go left; I¡¯ll take the other side. Don''t harm her unless threatened. If necessary, prioritize our safety. Prevent her from releasing her Pok¨¦mon." Elduran directed, hoping Vivillon understood.

    Near the building¡¯s corner, Elduran swiftly turned, bow ready. No one was there; Vivillon approached from the opposite side.

    "Viv, to the sky. Look for a pink hat. Once you spot her, stay high. Signal me with a string shot once you''ve found her," Elduran instructed.

    For two weeks before departing Kanto, Elduran trained Vivillon in these military-like and surveillance tactics, explaining their lack of combat until now¡ªthey focused on these skills instead. His planning was paying off.

    In about a minute, a string landed nearby, Vivillon moving west. Elduran followed quickly, tucking the arrow away due to curious stares from passersby. It was 6:30 AM; the streets were growing busier.

    After minutes, Vivillon guided him back to the caf¨¦ he''d visited earlier. Through the window, he saw her at the same table. Elduran stored his bow and entered.

    "Viv, stay left, be ready. Any threat and string shot her," he instructed.

    His knife remained holstered and concealed. He could accurately aim for the head at a distance of 20 feet, 30 feet for the torso. The caf¨¦ was small enough. He entered, unfazed, directly towards her table.

    Though the girl was sweating and panting, she was smiling. She posed no visible threat but Pok¨¦mon could make anyone formidable if trained well. Elduran approached, sitting across from her, Vivillon hovering above.

    "Why are you following me?" Elduran demanded, a cold, intimidating stare aimed at her.

    "Damn, you''re good. But I''m good too. I¡¯m impressed with both of us,¡± she giggled despite gasping for breath.

    "Explain! Now! My patience is running thin," Elduran''s voice cut like ice, yet she remained unfazed.

    "Alright, listen. Let''s go to the room I''m renting¡ªright across the street. We can''t afford anyone overhearing us," her tone turned serious.

    "I''m not moving an inch until I know why you''re tailing me. One released Pok¨¦mon could kill me instantly. I''m not stupid enough to risk that," Elduran replied firmly.

    "Okay, I''ll say one word, which if you''re not dumb, will make you come across to my room... Gemma," she whispered.

    Elduran facepalmed, realizing what might have occurred.

    "Alright, let''s go. You lead where I can see you," he instructed.

    She led Elduran to a building across the street labeled "Luxury Rooms for Rent." After saluting the receptionist, they took a creaky elevator to the fifth floor. The poorly maintained interior didn¡¯t live up to the ¡®luxury¡¯ name. Her room, , mirrored the dreary corridors. Spacious yet unfinished, the cement interior felt uninviting compared to his Pok¨¦mon Center accommodation.

    "Can I release a Pok¨¦mon to soundproof the room?" she requested.

    "Go on. Viv, if anything goes wrong... you know what to do." His hand readied at his waist knife.

    From her Pok¨¦ Ball emerged a round, pink creature with only its mouth visible; its vibrant blue mane concealed the rest of its face. Its tail resembled a festive party hat, and this Hatenna, when evolved into the formidable Hatterene, was a rare and powerful pok¨¦mon indeed.

    "Soundproof, Candy," she ordered gently.

    An imperceptible sphere enveloped the chamber, secluding everything but the furthest corners. Hatenna merrily propelled a beach ball with psychic might toward Vivillon, who retorted with playful gusts. Elduran recognized that Vivillon''s lowered guard wasn''t ideal, and that the Pok¨¦mon was adept at utilizing psychic, a highly advanced move, which caused him unease. Yet, the spectacle nearly coaxed a smile from him. Shifting his focus, he faced the girl.

    "Are you that reckless? Using ¡®Gemma¡¯¡ªout of all words? You might''ve endangered her, you foolish brat!" he lashed out angrily.

    "Look who''s talking¡ªfucking commando style on me! You let absolutely nothing through, you prick!" she retorted with equal intensity.

    "Screw this. Don¡¯t tell me Gemma sent you, because if she did, you''re on the next plane out," he growled.

    "Gemma did send me, you ungrateful brute. Observing your training and battling, you need to be thankful. You won''t last a week alone here. You''re hopeless in every way except maybe hunting deer," she shot back.

    Taking deep breaths, Elduran moved past her, sitting on the bed.

    "Let''s start again¡ªcalmly. What''s your name, kiddo? I''m sure you know mine," he softened his tone.

    "First off, you old codger, don¡¯t call me kiddo. I¡¯m Aisha... Aisha Emeralds. I work for Kanto''s Intelligence Agency under Gemma. I¡¯m on a mission here, of course more covert than the story suggests¡ªbut the Watchers are a serious threat," she clarified.

    "How''s a teenager in Intelligence? Last I checked, a degree took four years," he doubted.

    "Moltres feathers, who said I was a teenager? I¡¯m 20 years old . Get your eyes checked; we don¡¯t want your arrows hitting your own pok¨¦mon," she advised, adding humor.

    "At 20, with a psychic-capable Hatenna meaning a successful tour and a degree... how did you manage?" Elduran questioned, skeptical ignoring her previous comment.

    "I juggled a Pok¨¦mon tour and college. My first year was online, and I managed six badges. Three years at Viridian College followed, before Gemma recruited me¡ªa plan brewed long before graduating," she explained.

    ¡°The plan sprang into action the moment my foolish self announced that hunting season for the Watchers was open," Elduran said.

    "I won''t deny it; you certainly handed her a prime opportunity. She wasn''t planning to start this mission yet," Aisha remarked.

    "Gemma turned me into nothing more than a glorified bodyguard for her treasured new baby prodigy. I must admit, she played me like a fiddle," Elduran conceded.

    "Listen, I''m quite adept at gathering intel and predicting how things will unfold. Here''s an example: I was on the next flight, arriving six hours after you. I still don''t know which Pok¨¦mon Center you''re staying at, but I knew you''d show up at this exact caf¨¦ early this morning," Aisha explained.

    "And just how did you know that you bright spark?" Elduran inquired.

    "All Pok¨¦mon Centers are either in the town center or on the west side, so, given the jet lag, you''d fall asleep early and wake up early. You''d refuse the Pok¨¦mon Center''s instant coffee¡ªcredit to Gemma for that insight. You''d look for a Pok¨¦caf¨¦, of which there are only two in the entire city and both west. Naturally, you''d assume they were open all night like those in Kanto, not bothering to check that they weren''t open in the dead of night. Upon arriving at one, you''d consult your map app to see which traditional caf¨¦ was open. You''d find only five: two on the east side, too distant from both Pok¨¦caf¨¦s; one to the north; one to the south; and one to the west. You''d choose the west side caf¨¦ without hesitation because the north has the city-bound farms, the south hosts the lake, and the east is too close to the town''s outskirts before farmland reclaims the land. And Arceus forbid you miss your daily morning workout! But those outskirts are crucial, what with that poor Vivillon in your daily routine, another tidbit from Gemma. So, I booked the room across from this caf¨¦ before I even boarded my plane. Another tip from Gemma was not to employ anyone to tail you, as she mentioned you''d notice someone following from a mile away. By piecing together Gemma''s insights, I located you without having to shadow your movements."

    "Are you done worshipping yourself? What''s this clue about the Watchers?" Elduran asked.

    "Not yet. Tomorrow, we''ll leave. I¡¯ll battle you outside town, proving your inadequacy in training. Then, I''ll divulge everything I know on the Watchers," she challenged.

    "I¡¯m not babysitting. This is serious shit; people might die, you¡ªmight die! Are you ready for that little light bulb?" he inquired maturely.

    "I damn well am. The Watchers must fall, Heatran''s balls be damned, I will be a part of their destruction," she vowed, serious as steel.

    "Oh, for fuck''s sake, Gemma turned me into a babysitter" Elduran groaned, rising. "Fine, your death''s on you. Vivillon, we¡¯re out," he ordered, glancing at Vivillon, distracted with Hatenna and a beach ball like nothing was wrong. "The supermarket visit just got more urgent," he muttered.

    "And why is that?" Aisha called as Elduran exited.

    "We¡¯ll need fucking diapers."

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 Chapter 6 â€“ Trudging Through Mud

    Chapter 6 ¨C Trudging Through Mud

    Elduran and Aisha ventured into the dense, early morning fog that crept around them like a cautious whisper as they traversed Route ''s 112 soggy terrain. Though named a route, it looked more like a forgotten bog, with thick, mucky waters at sections threatening to swallow their legs whole in its grasp. Each step was a blind leap of faith, obscured by the mire¡¯s seduction, and carried with it the promise of hidden dangers lurking beneath. Yet, the swamp thrummed with life; an ecosystem weaving together the antics of curious Wooper, elusive Poliwag, and the hypnotic flutter of Yanma''s wings. Eyes, more inquisitive than threatening, watched from beneath swaying reeds and moss-laden branches, each a quiet spectator to the travelers'' determined journey through the lacustrine labyrinth.

    Elduran sensed this was a place others shunned, with scarcely any trace of human activity; footsteps were a rare occurrence here. The sheer abundance of Pok¨¦mon surrounding them rendered any attempts to stealthily bypass the creatures futile. He muttered to himself about the presence of Feraligatr in the distance and the distinct growl of a Poliwrath nearby¡ªencounters best avoided. Heracross hovered protectively beside them while Vivillon glided above, ever vigilant for potential threats.

    Cyndaquil remained safely ensconced in his Pok¨¦ball, ill-suited for the waterlogged environment where his tiny feet would succumb to the soggy terrain. In contrast, Aisha''s Marill thrived¡ªthe swamp seemed like a homecoming for him, splashing joyfully at her side. Wild Azurill, Marill, and even the occasional Azumarill peppered their path, much to Aisha''s delight. She reveled in the thought of her Marill evolving one day into its majestic form.

    Elduran''s thoughts, however, were more pragmatic. He contemplated the futility of setting up camp in the watery expanse and examined the map, calculating their progress. If they pressed on with relentless determination, he estimated they could leave the swamp by late that night¡ªalbeit after a few inevitable skirmishes with the wild Pok¨¦mon that were bound to occur.

    "Aisha, let''s push hard today. According to the map, this swamp ends shortly after the intersection of routes 112, 113 and 116. We should be able to reach the other side by the day''s end. I can''t fathom the thought of spending a night here; perhaps the only viable option would be up in a tree. I''ve never been in a region with so many Pok¨¦mon¡ªit¡¯s astonishingly dense," Elduran remarked.

    "I agree, I¡¯ve never encountered such a density of Pok¨¦mon either. You might be right, but I¡¯m not sure I can manage walking through this terrain all day. It¡¯s exhausting. Another day I¡¯ll probably land us in trouble," Aisha admitted.

    "Just like I need to enhance my skills in guiding my Pok¨¦mon as they learn new moves, you need to improve your physical endurance. We¡¯re up against some seriously dangerous people; you can''t be just a trainer. I can teach you some self-defense too¡ªit¡¯ll be useful," Elduran suggested.

    "You''re not wrong. I may not like it, but you''re right. I need a bit more of your skills, just as you could use a little more of mine," Aisha quipped.

    The air became heavy with tension as Elduran and Aisha pushed through the swamp, the distant murmurs of unseen creatures echoing around them. Suddenly, the stillness shattered. A nearby deep patch of water erupted violently, and a massive form burst forth¡ªa Feraligatr, its eyes fixed on Aisha with a predatory gleam.

    Time seemed to slow as Elduran''s instincts screamed a warning. In an instant, he lunged forward, wrapping his arm around Aisha and pulling her close. They slammed onto the muddy ground with a thud, rolling just in time to feel the rush of wind from Feraligatr''s powerful claw swiping the space they had occupied moments before.

    Scrambling to their feet, their Pok¨¦mon sprang into action. Heracross and Marill positioned themselves staunchly between their trainers and the threat, their determination almost tangible. Marill crouched low, water droplets gathering around its form, as Heracross buzzed its wings with a menacing hum, ready to confront their foe.

    Above, Vivillon hovered with intense focus, its vibrant wings flickering furiously. In a flash, it unleashed a string shot, the silken threads slicing through the murky light to bind Feraligatr¡¯s limbs with surprising speed.

    Breathless but resolute, Elduran and Aisha steadied themselves, hearts pounding with adrenaline and an unyielding resolve to face this challenge head-on.

    Feraligatr began to gather water in its mouth, glaring at them with malicious intent. In a split second, both Aisha and Elduran issued commands to their Pok¨¦mon.

    "Use charm, Splash!" Aisha commanded Marill. Marill obeyed, causing Feraligatr to hesitate momentarily.

    "String shot its mouth, Viv! Buy us some time!" Elduran commanded Vivillon while releasing Cyndaquil. "Use Smokescreen now! Blue, you can''t protect us from what''s approaching. Aerial Ace, strike it swiftly from the side!" As smoke enveloped them, Elduran recalled Cyndaquil back and quickly pushed Aisha aside, both concealed in smoke. "Apologies, but hold your breath," Elduran advised her.

    Breaking free from the silken bind Vivillon had placed over its mouth, Feraligatr reared back, its immense jaws open wide, an overwhelming power building within. With a roar that echoed through the swamp, it unleashed a Hydro Pump. A torrent of water burst forth with tremendous force, a column of liquid power slicing through the air like cannon fire. The shimmering spray reflected the swamp¡¯s still waters¡ªa swirling, bending arc of elemental fury. It struck the spot where Aisha and Elduran had stood just moments before, sending shockwaves rippling through the marsh, as though the swamp''s very essence sought to crush those who dared challenge its might.

    Heracross struck Feraligatr with Aerial Ace, sending it soaring through the air. Vivillon, without awaiting a command from her trainer, began launching a series of swift gentle gusts at the foe, more to irritate it and buy Elduran time to regain control of the battle. Marill stood poised, patiently awaiting her trainer''s directive.

    Elduran, covered in mud, rose to his feet, unclipped his bow, nocked an arrow, and restrained himself from shooting. He wanted to test his skills as a trainer first; if the situation became critical, the bow could see action. He pondered something in his mind as the Feraligatr struggled to its feet. With a gentle smile, Elduran returned the arrow to his quiver and reclipped his bow. He picked up Vivillon''s Pok¨¦ Ball in his left hand and Heracross''s in his right.

    "Alright, let''s do this!" Elduran declared.

    "Marill, use Defense Curl and Rollout to get close!" Aisha instructed, rising from the mud and coughing uncontrollably.

    "Blue, use Leer!" Elduran commanded as he recalled Vivillon to her Pok¨¦ Ball, releasing her immediately behind the Feraligatr. "Use Struggle Bug, Viv!" Elduran added.

    As the Feraligatr rose, it marched toward Heracross but faltered slightly due to Heracross''s Leer. Marill, curled into a ball, rolled towards it, while Vivillon attacked from behind with Struggle Bug. The Feraligatr ignored Vivillon and Marill, dark smoke billowing from its mouth as it prepared to bite Heracross with Crunch, only to snap at empty air. Elduran had recalled Heracross and sent it back out to his flank just in time.

    "Blue, use Horn Attack!" Elduran commanded.

    Feraligatr lunged at Heracross, aiming a slashing strike, but Vivillon swiftly intervened, assaulting from behind with needle-like shards from Struggle Bug. Meanwhile, Marill propelled itself into Feraligatr¡¯s chest with a rolling charge. Heracross counterattacked with Arm Thrust, fiercely battering with alternating fists. With blinding speed, disregarding the pain from Marill''s powerful impact, Feraligatr raised its claws and slashed at Heracross with razor-sharp precision. The attack was so swift that Elduran had no time to return Heracross to its Pok¨¦ball. Heracross stumbled but held its ground, four deep claw marks slicing from its left shoulder to the lower right torso.

    Feraligatr unleashed a roar as water engulfed its tail, which swung with a rapid motion, striking Marill and continuing its arc towards Vivillon. This time, Elduran was quick, recalling Vivillon into the safety of its Pok¨¦ball. Marill, resilient due to its water type nature, wasn¡¯t gravely harmed by the impact but was sent crashing into a tree trunk. The defense bolstered by the prior Defense Curl allowed Marill to recover and rejoin the fray.

    Aisha drew another Pok¨¦ball from her side and released Hatenna. "Candy, this one''s a formidable opponent. Use Psychic to slam it into the ground. Splash, prepare another Rollout¡ªcharge it up and go for it!" Aisha commanded.

    Hatenna and Feraligatr were locked in a tense standoff. Hatenna strained to lift Feraligatr with Psychic, but it resisted, grunting each time it was nearly lifted, its feet landing firmly back on the ground. Yet, it couldn''t break free from the attack. Elduran marveled at the resilience of this Hatenna, managing to hold a Feraligatr in place. He also noticed Marill charging up, nearly ready to launch at great speed toward Feraligatr. If Marill struck while Feraligatr was on the ground, it would be decisive. Elduran knew he had to assist Hatenna. He sent out Vivillon behind the Feraligatr.

    "Viv, help Candy out. Let¡¯s finish this. Psybeam!" Elduran instructed.

    Vivillon''s purple beam struck Feraligatr from behind, and the momentary confusion was just what Hatenna needed. She lifted it off the ground and began slamming it repeatedly with tremendous force. Exhausted yet determined, Hatenna managed one last powerful slam, leaving Feraligatr sprawled helplessly. As it struggled to rise, Marill slammed into its face with great force, sending it back to the ground.

    Remarkably, the Feraligatr had not yet fainted. As it fought to regain its footing, Elduran called out to Heracross, "Blue, on you. Horn Attack!" Heracross stepped forward and delivered a powerful blow to Feraligatr''s side. The formidable strike from Heracross''s horn caused Feraligatr to collapse once more, a gaping wound left in its wake, blood flowing swiftly. Incredibly, it remained conscious, but the battle was decided. Heracross shimmered with a faint glow, and it dawned on Elduran that Heracross possessed the Moxie ability, which enhanced his attack power upon believing he had defeated a foe. Shortly thereafter, since he was neither threatened nor engaged in combat, the glow faded away. That was a potent and rare ability for his Pok¨¦mon to possess, and power invariably filled Elduran with satisfaction.

    "What was that glow on Blue just now?" Aisha asked Elduran.

    "Well... it seems that Blue possesses the Moxie ability," Elduran replied.

    "Damn, that''s freaking awesome. It''s supposed to be a rare ability," Aisha remarked.

    Upon realizing the battle had ended, Vivillon fluttered over to Hatenna and gently used delicate Gusts from behind to lift her out of the mud. Hatenna appeared despondent, stuck in the murky terrain.

    Marill arrived, gently lifted Hatenna from the muddy ground, and set her down on a dry spot. Then, with a delicate stream of water from his mouth, he provided her with a refreshing full-body bath. Hatenna beamed with happiness.

    "I''m truly sorry, Candy. I understand how much you dislike mud, yet I genuinely needed your help. Thank you!" Aisha expressed gratefully as she returned Hatenna to its Pok¨¦ball. "Viv, your efforts are most appreciated!" she continued, observing Vivillon''s cheerful smile as it ascended once more to survey the area for any potential threats. "Splash, that was very chivalrous of you," she remarked to Marill with a warm smile.

    Elduran approached Heracross, retrieved a potion, and sprayed it over his wounds, despite his protests. Surprisingly, this time Elduran could comprehend what Heracross was trying to express; he believed that using a potion might make him appear weak or something similar.

    "Stop being an idiot, Blue! I need you to be healthy and strong; there''s a long journey ahead before we reach a place where you can rest and recover naturally," Elduran told him.

    "Heera," Heracross replied, accepting Elduran''s reasoning.

    "You performed admirably; that was a formidable Horn Attack," Elduran remarked to him, as Heracross beamed with joy, clapping his fists together.

    Elduran and Aisha approached the Feraligatr, and Aisha couldn¡¯t tear her gaze from it.

    ¡°Please, don¡¯t tell me you want me to catch it again. That¡¯s a flat no!¡± Elduran exclaimed.

    ¡°What? Oh no, it got what it deserved. This isn¡¯t like Blue¡¯s situation. Back then, it was our fault. This Feraligatr attacked us; it doesn¡¯t deserve our sympathy,¡± Aisha replied.

    Elduran looked at her incredulously, unable to believe his ears. ¡°Good. For a moment there, seeing you staring at it like that, I thought I¡¯d need a truckload of Pok¨¦balls to catch everything we encounter,¡± he said.

    ¡°My sympathy is limited to Pok¨¦mon that attack without reason. But from a Pok¨¦mon trainer¡¯s perspective, I¡¯m surprised you¡¯re not trying to add it to your team. A fully evolved Pok¨¦mon¡ªthat¡¯s what you wanted, isn¡¯t it?¡± Aisha remarked.

    ¡°You misunderstand me. That¡¯s not all I¡¯m after. See the way it¡¯s staring at us? It thinks this situation is unfair. A Pok¨¦mon that chose to attack us, not the other way around, believes it¡¯s unfair because it didn¡¯t win. That¡¯s pathetic to me, a weak mentality. With Blue, as you said, we invaded its home. When I leaned over to catch him, I saw acceptance in his eyes. He didn¡¯t think it was unfair, even though he had every reason to. He didn¡¯t expect us to bend over and take it, unlike this piece of filth assumed we will,¡± Elduran said, pointing at the Feraligatr.

    "I must say, you may not excel in grasping human emotions, but your knack for interpreting Pok¨¦mon is extraordinary, despite your struggles to comprehend them. It''s clear you''ve dedicated more time to studying Pok¨¦mon than people," she laughed

    "I was in APSO; the first two letters stand for Anti-Pok¨¦mon, and that''s all I ever focused on¡ªwhat else did you expect?" Elduran inquired.

    "No way; you can''t get that good at reading Pok¨¦mon just by studying them on paper. You study them alright and that''s not the kind of studying I meant. I think you''ve been learning from observing them through your scope, always trying to sense their movement, understand their peculiarities, what they like, what they don¡¯t like" Aisha remarked.

    "There you go again, bright spark, you¡¯ve pieced it all together. Let¡¯s get moving before any more wild Pok¨¦mon decide to attack us," Elduran advised, resuming his stride with Vivillon soaring overhead and Heracross gliding closely alongside.

    "For as skilled as you are at reading them, I''m surprised you''re utterly hopeless at understanding their speech," Aisha commented, beginning to walk as she encouraged Marill to proceed in front of them.

    "Well, like you said, it''s all about bonding with them, right?" Elduran replied.

    "Yes and no. Bonded or not, I can grasp some meaning even when wild Pok¨¦mon try to communicate with me," Aisha explained.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.

    "Good for you. Just seeing their eyes is enough for me to decide whether I need to put an arrow through them or not. That''s all the understanding I need," Elduran said.

    "I''m not trying to offend you; it''s just curious. You''re like... a video game character," Aisha said with a smile.

    "What? What does that even mean?" Elduran asked, bewildered.

    "You know, in video games, when your character earns skill points to allocate to attributes after gaining experience? It''s like you maxed out Survival and Combat, leaving Intelligence, Charisma, and Wisdom at zero," Aisha said with a laugh.

    "I have no idea what you''re talking about. I haven''t played a video game in... well, ages," Elduran responded thoughtfully.

    "Anyway, never mind that. Do you think Feraligatr will pull through?" Aisha inquired, casting a glance backward where it was now out of sight. They had walked farther than she realized.

    "If it were a human, that¡¯d be doubtful, but since it¡¯s a Pok¨¦mon, it definitely has a shot. To be honest, I don''t really give a shit if it survives or not," Elduran remarked as he hoisted the fallen log lying across the path.

    "Indeed, I understand. While I wish it well, I maintain that it received what it deserved. You might have let Blue handle that log for you¡ªevery Heracross delights in tasks that involve lifting," Aisha replied, casting a knowing wink at Heracross.

    "Heeera," Heracross said excitedly.

    "You''re right; I had nearly forgotten about that. Blue, the next log is yours. Let''s just hope our skirmish doesn''t draw the attention of that Poliwrath I heard earlier," Elduran remarked, his eyes darting around as he scanned for potential threats.

    "Do you really believe you heard a Poliwrath? That''s quite unfortunate. They are so rare; what are the chances of a Poliwhirl happening upon a Water Stone in the wild?" Aisha asked, now scanning for it, her fear heightened by Elduran.

    "Quite rare in most regions, but here in Tenera, with less development outside the cities, I suspect the odds are higher," Elduran replied.

    "That theory makes sense. However, how can you distinguish it as a Poliwrath, given the constant symphony of Pok¨¦mon cries surrounding us?" Aisha inquired.

    "I can identify the cries of approximately 95% of all Pok¨¦mon. As for the legendary ones, unless I''ve encountered them personally, I''m unfamiliar with their sounds. Some Pok¨¦mon have cries that remain undocumented due to their rarity or because their encounters ended in their demise," Elduran explained. As he directed Heracross to clear another log from their path, Heracross complied effortlessly. Elduran found himself impressed, as he hadn''t believed even two individuals could manage such a feat. He praised Heracross for his impressive strength, and Heracross beamed with pride.

    "That''s some impressive survival knowledge, but can you name a few Pok¨¦mon whose cries you''d fail to recognize?" Aisha remarked, giving Heracross a friendly fist-bump on the shoulder and adding a playful wink as she walked by.

    "Relicanth is one. I''ve only seen sketches. It supposedly exists. Spiritomb is another¡ªthough I vanquished one, I did so from afar. And then there''s Genesect, rumored to be real, but who the hell knows?" Elduran answered.

    "So only the exceedingly rare ones, then. Interesting. Since I work in Intelligence, I''ll give you just one piece of information: Genesect are real, but that is all you are getting" Aisha divulged.

    Elduran didn''t bother questioning her source. As an ex-lover of another intelligence agent, he understood they disclosed only what they wished. There was no point in pursuing further, knowing answers wouldn''t be forthcoming.

    "Honestly, the way you recalled Viv and Blue into their pok¨¦balls, only to swiftly release them in strategic spots, was quite impressive. I can''t recall witnessing anything like it before. Did you come up with that on your own?" Aisha inquired.

    "I have witnessed that before, typically from formidable trainers unaligned with any Region''s League. League trainers, I imagine, would usually refuse to resort to such tactics, even against legendary Pok¨¦mon, owing to some misguided sense of pride," Elduran remarked.

    "Do you mean those known as mercenary trainers or freelance trainers?" Aisha inquired.

    "Indeed, precisely so. We''ve received far more assistance from these trainers compared to league trainers in precarious Pok¨¦mon situations. More often than not, they are residents of various regions, having successfully gathered every gym badge from those areas at least once. By steering clear of any league affiliation, they maintain their citizenships. This enables them to move freely among the regions where they are citizens," Elduran replied.

    "I understand your...admiration for them, but let''s be honest¡ªthey exploit the system, and you''re well aware of it. The citizenship granted to trainers who gather all the gym badges in the region is meant as a chance for them to live there for a year or two before deciding whether to join the regional Pok¨¦mon league. They refuse of course and they take on roles as mercenaries, addressing people''s problems for a fee, naturally. The issue with this is that the league must expend numerous resources to monitor them since they remain outside the system. You might view all these legendary Pok¨¦mon as threats, but do you realize how swiftly and effortlessly one of these formidable trainers could level a city if they chose to? Some are on par with champion-level trainers," Aisha remarked.

    "All I know is that the casualties would be far greater without them. They respond much faster than the league does. And when disaster strikes, they offer their aid for free, so you can''t fault them for that. Also, I don¡¯t fucking admire them, I respect them" Elduran stated.

    "Elduran, you''re incredibly stupid on this matter. The league''s slow response to disasters is due to their severe understaffing. If those mercenary trainers were part of the official system, then responding to emergencies¡ªwhether involving dangerous Pok¨¦mon or legendary ones¡ªwould be vastly improved. As for those trainers you admire...sorry respect so much, everything they do comes at a price, whereas league trainers offer their services for free. However, since they''re so understaffed, people often have to pay to get their problems solved promptly; otherwise, they face long waits. Of course, there are the rangers, too, but they generally don''t match the league trainers'' caliber," Aisha explained.

    "Yeah, sure. If they¡¯ were part of the system, by the time they got the green light to assist, half of us might already be dead. When an emergency strikes, it''s anyone''s guess if it first reaches the champion. Then, who knows who it goes to next, and if we''re lucky, the trainers dispatched to help might be third in line. Naturally, before they even set out, they have to devise plans to ensure they don''t cause more harm than the Pok¨¦mon wreaking havoc. Do all that, and if luck is on our side, they arrive only thirty minutes late, half the city is gone by then" Elduran remarked.

    "You know very well that these mercenary trainers have led to countless needless deaths. Few face jail time because people see them as heroes simply for arriving before the league does. As you said, the league turns up later because they''re mindful not to do more harm than the Pok¨¦mon they''re confronting and..." Aisha was talking, her words cutting off as she gasped at what lay ahead.

    Bathed in the gentle light filtering through the tree canopy, stood a majestic Goodra. Its glossy, lavender scales glistened, a living gem amid the drab greens and browns of the swamp. Aisha¡¯s eyes widened with wonder; she had only read about Goodra in the depths of guidebooks, never expecting to meet one here in such wild isolation. Elduran, however, merely nodded with recognition and a hint of respect. He had crossed paths with a few Goodra in his previous missions, knowing well their gentle temperament. His calm presence reassured Aisha, and she allowed herself to sit on a nearby rock, captivated by its serene aura.

    As Aisha gazed at Goodra, their eyes met, unveiling an intelligence and serenity that was irresistibly contagious. Elduran, noticing Aisha''s fascination, paused briefly to tend to his Pok¨¦mon. From a safe distance, Heracross and Vivillon acknowledged Goodra, fluttering around with keen interest. Cyndaquil, upon being released from his pok¨¦ball, displayed his usual curiosity and independence, becoming enchanted by the surrounding flora. He prodded at mushrooms with innocent intrigue and soon began sampling various plants and insects.

    Heracross, with its usual daring nature, wasted no time bridging the gap between the mysterious Dragon Pok¨¦mon and the humans. Before Elduran could caution, Heracross was already in Goodra¡¯s proximity. Yet, to his relief, Goodra''s disposition was one of amused indulgence, allowing Heracross to engage in animated chatter.

    Aisha, keen to understand, released Hatenna. Her mind-reading Pok¨¦mon leaned in, interpreting the conversation for its trainer. Heracross was extolling the camaraderie and growth that came with human partnerships, painting vivid tales of battle and triumph. Goodra listened with a slow nod, its large eyes twinkling with nostalgia. It confessed to once having a trainer itself, recounting the bittersweet symphony of companionship and eventual loss. The dragon shared how Pok¨¦mon, having tasted such bonds, often found it hard to transition, retreating back to the wild, where they could roam free from the heartache of outliving their human friends.

    Aisha recounted the conversation to Elduran, her words interwoven with a blend of admiration and melancholy. Elduran, though familiar with the bittersweet truths of Pok¨¦mon companionship, found himself pondering the growing bonds with his own Pok¨¦mon. His expression softened as Heracross eagerly returned to his side, having forged a new friendship with Goodra.

    "Remarkable creatures, aren¡¯t they?" Aisha mused, her voice a mere echo through the dense foliage as they resumed their journey. Goodra remained a poignant memory, its gentle nature a lingering warmth in the chilly swamp. They moved forward, energized by the unexpected encounter, knowing that even in the heart of danger, beauty and kinship could be found.

    The hours in Valt Swamp stretched like the shadows cast by the waning sun, marking the path with an eerie glow. As fatigue settled into her bones, Aisha''s pace faltered, her weary limbs betraying her. With a sudden misstep, she tumbled forward, landing face-first into the cool embrace of the mud, the splatter echoing her exhaustion. Elduran halted, turning back with a mixture of concern and patience. The swamp, both adversary and teacher, had seized its moment to remind them of their limits.

    Elduran had recalled Cyndaquil as they resumed their march, knowing he wouldn''t be of much assistance, just as Aisha had withdrawn her Hatenna. Although Hatenna could have easily lifted her from the mud with its psychic abilities, Elduran believed that Heracross was best suited to help her, aside from himself, naturally.

    "Blue, go help her!" Elduran instructed Heracross, already turning his attention forward with concern.

    Heracross swiftly flew over to Aisha and, slipping his hands beneath her arms, lifted her to her feet.

    "Well, I was already caked in mud," Aisha commented, throwing a look of disdain at Elduran as he turned to face her.

    "But didn''t you say Heracross enjoy lifting things?" Elduran quipped.

    "Key word... things," Aisha replied, still fixated on Elduran before addressing Heracross. "Blue, thank you for your help. Please tell your trainer I am extremely grateful for sending you to my aid," Aisha expressed her gratitude to Heracross while staring daggers at Elduran.

    Heracross gazed at both of them with curiosity, unsure if he had erred in some way. Vivillon fluttered down, soothing him with the assurance that it was merely a human issue. Elduran turned to Vivillon with a grin.

    "He''s not the sharpest, is he?" Elduran remarked.

    "Heera," Heracross sighed dejectedly, lowering his head.

    "Oh, don''t fret, you''re more like me than you realize; we thrive on tackling problems with strength and vigor," Elduran said, smiling warmly.

    "Heeeeera," Heracross replied, clashing his fists together as his spirits soared.

    "Viiiii," Vivillon chimed in, pleased to see Heracross cheerful once more.

    Aisha pondered Elduran''s words, knowing they strayed far from the truth. In hindsight, anyone unfamiliar with his conduct in perilous situations¡ªwhere every choice teetered between life and death¡ªcouldn''t possibly recognize how that irritating fellow transformed under pressure. Here was someone who would immerse himself obsessively in studying Pok¨¦mon, their habits, and those exasperating cries, yet couldn''t be bothered to read even a three-page guide for rookie trainers in Tenera or so much as a single page comparing Tenera with other regions. It was a mystery to her. Yet what was undeniably clear was that he hadn''t taken a single misstep in the dire situations they faced, whereas she, despite priding herself on her intelligence, had inadvertently put them in jeopardy each and every time. Elduran wasn''t mistaken in that regard. He must have considered her utterly useless beyond being a compass, merely indicating their direction. Even in the realm of training, she felt she''d let him down. Though he made earnest attempts to improve their training, his methods remained unorthodox. She struggled to envision his growth when his approach to training was so flawed, and she felt it was her failing that she couldn''t impart to him an understanding of the process.

    As dusk settled over the Valt Swamp, the landscape became a tranquil oasis. The air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. Lotad floated gently on the still waters, their lily-pad backs blending seamlessly with the murky surface. Oddish peeked out from their leafy hiding spots, their bright leaves contrasting with the darkening sky. Nearby, Psyduck waded calmly, occasionally dipping their bills into the refreshing water. Barboach slithered quietly along the muddy bottom, their movements smooth and effortless. The peaceful presence of these Pok¨¦mon wrapped the swamp in a serene, calming embrace, offering Aisha a moment of quiet reflection as she cleaned herself.

    "I am so exhausted, I don''t think I can keep going," Aisha groaned, taking a few weary steps forward.

    "We need to keep moving. In about thirty minutes, it will be pitch black, and our pace will slow even more. The sun has already set," Elduran cautioned, just as the sound he dreaded finally reached them, this time much closer.

    "Is that the Poliwrath?" Aisha asked, not hearing it herself, but the look on Elduran¡¯s face told her he had.

    "What? Oh, no, that''s not the Poliwrath. That one stopped stalking us after we met Goodra. This is far worse. I suspected it would wait until darkness," Elduran replied.

    "I didn¡¯t hear anything. What is it?" she asked as she released all four of her Pok¨¦mon.

    "Do you hear those soft hisses in the air? It¡¯s jumping and moving quickly. I¡¯m sure you can guess the rest," Elduran said, releasing Cyndaquil onto his shoulder.

    "Shit, it¡¯s a Greninja. Why not just say it?" Aisha shot back. Elduran just ignored her, deciding to allocate all his attention to surviving.

    "Alright, little one, your job is to light up the area. We¡¯re dealing with a Water-type, so attacking aggressively would be foolish," Elduran instructed Cyndaquil.

    "Splash, get in the water and listen for it coming from there!" Aisha commanded Marill. "Luna, scan all around us. With Cyndaquil¡¯s light, you should be able to spot it," she told Clefairy as she firmly planted her feet, scanning around.

    "Just keep walking," Elduran said nonchalantly as he began to walk.

    "Are you insane?" Aisha exclaimed.

    "If we stand here with our Pok¨¦mon at the ready, it¡¯ll never attack us," Elduran replied calmly, continuing to stroll.

    Aisha stumbled to her feet to catch up with him. "Isn¡¯t that the point, not to be attacked?" she questioned.

    "Are you ready to wait all night for it to attack? Just keep moving. It¡¯ll have to strike before we exit the swamp, or maybe it''s just observing us. Either way, I¡¯m not wasting time just waiting for it. We can¡¯t track it unless it makes a move¡ªit¡¯s too fast," Elduran said as Heracross and Vivillon followed him without a care in the world. Even Marill and Togetic were trotting along, seemingly relaxed. Clefairy was definitely on edge, but she usually was. Hatenna, however, didn¡¯t ignore her like the others but nudged her to move along. Even she trusted Elduran to be right.

    "How can you be so relaxed right now?" Aisha asked as she picked up the pace, her tiredness forgotten, adrenaline fueling her.

    "It¡¯s just a Pok¨¦mon encounter. If we can¡¯t handle this, how do you expect us to deal with the Watchers? Plus, we have seven Pok¨¦mon against one. This might be stronger than Blue, who knows, but when I faced Blue, I only had Viv. You and Luna were out cold," Elduran said.

    Aisha noticed he wasn¡¯t even scanning for it anymore. He was pretending not to be concerned. He really wanted the Greninja to attack. Maybe he was right, she thought. Better to confront it and move on than worry for hours. He had a point. "You know what, you might be right. I always stress before an encounter, but I do relax a little once it begins," Aisha confessed.

    "As I''ve observed, all your Pok¨¦mon, apart from Splash, wield offensive fairy moves. This is advantageous, yet the issue arises with Dazzling Gleam being a close-range attack, whereas Greninja prefers long-distance combat. Viv''s Struggle Bug is also close-range. The cornerstone of our strategy lies in Blue''s Pin Missile¡ªsuper effective and long-range¡ªthough admittedly on the weaker side. However, as I mentioned, we have seven Pok¨¦mon at our disposal. I noted during your training that Gale used Wish. Maximize its use on Blue; we''ll heavily depend on him in this fight," Elduran advised, not even glancing in her direction.

    "You catch that, Gale? He''s right. Whenever Blue takes a hit, use Wish on him," she instructed Togetic. "When did you first realize this Greninja was tailing us?" Aisha inquired of Elduran, clearly angered.

    "I first became aware a couple of hours ago, shortly after we parted ways with Goodra. I heard nothing more until now and assumed it would wait for nightfall to make a move," Elduran responded.

    "Why the heck didn''t you mention it earlier?" Aisha demanded.

    "You''d have been uneasy, and you would have slowed us down," he replied with a serene detachment, undeterred by her irritation.

    "For goodness'' sake. You¡¯re impossible. But we managed the king of the swamp, right? Isn¡¯t that what they call Feraligatr? We should be capable of handling a Greninja," Aisha remarked.

    "Feraligatr, in my experience, are quite dumb in the wild. Under a trainer''s command, though, especially around here, I¡¯d agree¡ªking of the swamp. Greninja, by contrast, are cunning and elusive, yet vulnerable to close-range attacks. We must determine how to close in on it," Elduran elaborated.

    A few moments later, Elduran and Aisha clipped their flashlights onto their jackets, as Cyndaquil''s light had been their sole beacon until then. Suddenly, the air was pierced by a whistle, and Cyndaquil let out a groan.

    "That was a water shuriken," Aisha observed, noting that Cyndaquil was far tougher than it appeared. A super-effective move from a fully evolved Pok¨¦mon had landed, yet Cyndaquil''s light remained steady.

    "This may sound foolish, but we still can''t take action. Keep moving! Even my bow is useless here."

    ¡°Forget this!¡± exclaimed Aisha, crouching to give Splash its orders: to plunge into the depths and stay concealed until Greninja was found. Elduran, within earshot, couldn¡¯t help but grin.

    "Alright, that''s risky, but I like it. Splash will be vulnerable for a moment, so stay alert¡ªwe''ll need to react swiftly," Elduran advised.

    Not a minute passed before they heard Splash emerge from the water fifteen feet away, roaring as it used Charm on Greninja, momentarily stunning it¡ªjust the opening everyone required.

    "String Shot and Pin Missile," Elduran commanded. Vivillon immobilized Greninja''s feet with its string, while Heracross unleashed a barrage of Pin Missiles. Judging by Greninja''s cries, it was certainly feeling the impact.

    "Candy, throw Luna with psychic power towards it. Luna, use Dazzling Gleam in midair. Gale, start a fairy wind and don''t stop!" Hatenna lifted Clefairy with psychic power, skillfully sending her hurtling towards Greninja. Midair, Clefairy unleashed Dazzling Gleam, illuminating the entire area. Greninja howled in pain, while Togetic''s relentless fairy wind added to its torment.

    Following a brief telepathic exchange with Hatenna, Aisha swiftly turned to Elduran, this time noting the bow gripped in his left hand, an arrow already nocked and ready. In his right hand, he held a Pok¨¦ball, prompting her to wonder whose it was and whether he could manage to shoot while clutching one.

    "Elduran, some info you should know: Greninja knows the moves Lick, Night Slash, and Shadow Sneak," Aisha relayed to him.

    "Wait, how do you know that?" Elduran asked, briefly glancing her way before resting his gaze on Hatenna. "Ah, never mind, Candy''s ability is Anticipation, isn''t it? She senses moves that are super effective against her. That''s valuable intel¡ªcould turn the tide of battle. Handy skill." Elduran remarked to her.

    Gale don''t stop using Fairy Wind. Keep at it!" Aisha commanded her Togetic.

    "Blue, the same for you, just nonstop Pin-Missile," Elduran commanded.

    Greninja steeled itself despite the relentless barrage of attacks it endured. Amidst the chaos, it unleashed an extremely swift Night Slash against Marill, its hand morphing into dark shadow claws. Three dark scars, emitting smoke, were seared into Marill''s body. Even with its legs ensnared by String Shot, Greninja executed a Water Shuriken, severing the strings, then leaped swiftly into the air, performing a backflip, gliding towards Vivillon. It was executing an Aerial Ace with remarkable speed¡ªa move that would be super effective against Vivillon. Just as the attack was about to strike, Vivillon transformed into red light; Elduran had managed to recall her just in time. In the ensuing confusion, as Greninja landed and turned, livid, towards Elduran and Cyndaquil perched on his shoulder, an arrow struck its chest.

    A crimson glow appeared in its eyes¡ªElduran recognized that Torrent, its ability, had activated, signaling Greninja was nearly spent. Its water attacks would become devastating. It lunged toward him, launching enlarged Water Shurikens. Elduran quickly instructed Cyndaquil to use Smokescreen, like the strategy against Feraligatr. Just as he began to roll aside, a Water Shuriken cut his cheek, and another struck his shoulder. Despite the pain, he completed the roll, casting Cyndaquil to safety, and then heard Greninja land precisely where he and Cyndaquil had been a split second before.

    Elduran released Vivillon before him, commanding her to deploy Struggle Bug. Greninja, not expecting this obstacle in its path to Elduran, collided with Vivillon. Despite the impact, Vivillon unleashed Struggle Bug, tearing into Greninja. Heracross, regaining sight of Greninja, unleashed another Pin Missile barrage. Realizing the proximity of Elduran, Cyndaquil, and Vivillon, Aisha commanded Togetic to cease using Fairy Wind and instead to employ Ancient Power behind Greninja. The tactic succeeded; as Greninja attempted to withdraw, it crashed against a barrier of floating rocks, propelling it back toward Vivillon''s Struggle Bug. The miniscule, needle-like shards shredded Greninja, and just before it collided again with Vivillon, Clefairy, heeding Aisha''s command, delivered a precise Thunderbolt from afar. Greninja finally crumpled to the ground. Vivillon ceased her attack, but Heracross persisted with Pin Missile, guided by Elduran''s instincts to continue. His intuition was confirmed when Greninja smoothly rose, somersaulted, and delivered another blistering Aerial Ace to Heracross. The blow caused Heracross to howl in pain, yet it maintained its stance. Aisha instructed her Togetic to use Wish to heal Heracross, and a star shape light ascended into the sky from Togetic.

    "Blue, forget Pin Missile. It''s barely standing. Go all out! Arm Thrust! Don''t stop until it drops!" Elduran commanded.

    Heracross began pummeling Greninja with alternating punches. Even as Greninja utilized Shadow Sneak, extending its shadow, and continued to paralyze Heracross momentarily with Lick, Heracross remained undeterred. After the third time Greninja reappeared behind him, Heracross'' Arm Thrust evolved into a form of Elbow Thrust, as he turned to continue his assault. Neither Pok¨¦mon had much fight left, but a precisely aimed Air Cutter from Togetic¡ªa thin blade of air traveling at high speed¡ªstruck Greninja. Then, Marill leaped over Greninja, delivering a powerful Slam that drove it to its knees. As Heracross neared exhaustion, an ethereal star descended from the heavens, infusing Heracross with light and renewing its vigor. However, Heracross needn''t act further; Vivillon arrived, encasing Greninja in a cocoon of String Shot, then bombarded it with Struggle Bug for three relentless seconds. Greninja was undoubtedly down for the count.

 Chapter 7 - Truth Disclosed

    Chapter 7 - Truth Disclosed

    "Viv, you can stop now. It''s finished," Elduran soothed Vivillon as she was still using Struggle Bug. "It¡¯s not your fault; we all stopped attacking. Blue kept attacking because he''s a knucklehead," he assured her, winking at Heracross to signal his jest.

    "Viiii," Vivillon whispered as she calmed down and embraced Heracross, nearly choking him. Elduran empathized with the sensation. She felt she was the reason Heracross got a beat down.

    "Wow, is it just me, or did this thing take more hits than the Feraligatr to finally go down? Jeez!" Aisha exclaimed.

    "Little Light Bulb... that was a really smart move with Splash! Truly clever thinking. You''ve made the rest of our journey tonight far less stressful, sparing us from constantly looking over our shoulders in the dark," Elduran remarked.

    "Light Bulb? What''s that supposed to mean?" Aisha inquired.

    "When you come up with great ideas, you remind me of cartoon characters. It''s like a light bulb flashes above your head, and your eyes widen to improbable proportions," Elduran joked, laughing heartily.

    "You are insufferable," Aisha remarked, though in private she bestowed her with a nickname that underscored her cleverness, a trait she admired. If only the "Little" could be removed from that nickname.

    Elduran carefully approached Greninja and skillfully cut away the strings ensnaring its body with his knife. The sight that greeted him was dreadful. Vivillon had wrought terrible harm. What was left of Greninja was hardly discernible¡ªits skin was almost non-existent, drenched from head to toe in blood, and its form was a mangled ruin. Though it lay unconscious, it still breathed; yet Elduran harbored doubts about its chances of survival. Its long tongue was splayed on the ground, nearly detached, as it had tried to protect itself from Vivillon''s Struggle Bug with its tongue.

    Nearby, Aisha was attending to her Pok¨¦mon, carefully applying a potion to Marill. Once finished, she recalled Hatenna in her Pok¨¦ball, sparing her the discomfort of trudging through the mud. She then approached Elduran, and upon witnessing the grave condition of Greninja, she averted her gaze as Elduran extracted the arrow lodged in its chest, cleaning the shaft with a rag before returning it to his quiver. Afterward, he gently positioned Cyndaquil on his shoulder and directed his attention to Heracross, which appeared severely battered.

    Aisha didn¡¯t necessarily pity the Greninja for the predicament it found itself in, after all, they were only defending themselves. She simply pondered over what provoked it to attack them in the first place. Typically, Greninja weren''t known to be aggressive Pok¨¦mon. Still, a lost Pok¨¦mon''s life felt like such a waste to her. She wasn¡¯t some naive little girl who believed she could save every Pok¨¦mon in the world. Yet, when she felt at fault, it stirred something deep within her. She found it hard to accept her mistakes, and when she made them, she moved heaven and earth to correct them. Like with Heracross, that was a situation where she undoubtedly bore the blame.

    Elduran approached Heracross, who was in dire straits¡ªpotions wouldn''t suffice. It needed a good night''s rest and certainly a visit to a Pok¨¦mon Center. For now, though, Elduran painstakingly sprayed Heracross''s entire body, paying extra attention to the claw mark Feraligatr had left as a souvenir across his entire frontal torso. Blood flowed like a stream, particularly from a large wound beneath his right eye. How Heracross remained conscious was a mystery to Elduran, even after the timely intervention of Togetic''s healing Wish during his battle with the Greninja. Despite everything, Heracross wore a broad smile, as if he''d achieved an evolution beyond his current form.

    "Blue, you''re bleeding quite a bit. You need to retreat into your Pok¨¦ball; it''ll speed up your recovery," Elduran advised him.

    "Heeeera," Heracross responded, his expression turning somber.

    "I understand your strength, and trust there''s no need to worry. If we encounter danger again, I know you''re ready to fight. I promise to release you to unleash your power," Elduran assured, raising a fist with one hand and holding the Pok¨¦ball in the other. Once Heracross returned the fist bump, Elduran recalled him into the safety of the Pok¨¦ball.

    "Viv, you won''t be able to see much up there anymore, so keep low and watch our backs," Elduran instructed her. Vivillon nodded in understanding.

    "It''s pitch dark, Gale, help her out!" Aisha called to Togetic. "Luna, come here; I will carry you. I need your eyes, and I know this mud is terrible for you. Splash, continue what you did before¡ªstay near the water and scout for danger. Thank you, everyone, for your hard work. A few more hours, and we''ll camp on dry ground," Aisha said, lifting her Clefairy. Marill pushed ahead, hidden from view, while Togetic joined Vivillon at the rear of the group.

    Elduran approached the fallen Greninja for a final time. It had stopped breathing, having succumbed to its wounds. Most of the fresh blood pooled around the arrow wound, a result of the projectile being removed from its chest. Perhaps it might have survived had the arrow remained, giving it a chance to heal and strengthen before removing it itself. However, Elduran needed the arrow; he didn''t need a wild Greninja alive in the middle of a treacherous swamp. Practically speaking, if another encounter arose and he needed eighteen arrows instead of seventeen, that single arrow could make all the difference. A living Greninja miles away could not. Plain and simple.

    Aisha trailed behind Elduran, feeling the exhaustion begin to reclaim her as the rush of the battle ebbed. Her eyes flicked to the Greninja they passed, and the reality settled ¡ª Greninja lay lifeless. Soon, Greninja would merge with the swamp, bits of him absorbed by other Pok¨¦mon, fragments sinking into the mud, and remnants swallowed by the sea. Yet eternally, it would become a tale, a testament to the enduring might of Pok¨¦mon in the perilous depths of the swamp.

    "It has passed away; it no longer breathes," Aisha remarked to Elduran.

    "Yes, I am aware," he responded, not even sparing her a glance as he continued to trudge forward.

    Aisha observed that Elduran''s left cheek and shoulder were bleeding. He was, quite literally, bandaging himself as he walked. She couldn''t determine whether he epitomized efficiency or utter madness.

    "Could we pause for just five minutes so I can properly bandage you? It seems you''re doing a terrible job," Aisha suggested.

    "Nah, it''s pointless for these two scratches. Honestly, I don''t even think they need bandaging," Elduran replied.

    The wounds did not seem that superficial. That was all she needed to confirm her suspicions. He clearly epitomized utter madness.

    "Assuming we maintain this pace, and with Arceus'' blessing we avoid any perilous encounters, how long do you estimate until we escape the swamp?" Aisha inquired.

    "A few hours... provided we sustain this speed," Elduran replied, putting particular emphasis on the word speed.

    "Alright, I''ll manage. No need for grumpiness. Some of us have actual human legs, you know," Aisha remarked with a touch of sarcasm.

    "For someone who spent a year on tour collecting badges, you do tire quite easily. Perhaps you should double-check if those legs are indeed human," Elduran replied, matching her sarcasm.

    "I had the whole year to visit eight gyms, and I took my time since I was studying alongside," Aisha responded, a hint of disappointment in her voice, which Elduran noticed.

    "You''re a formidable trainer, Aisha. Don¡¯t short yourself. You''ve demonstrated your strength twice today. If you didn¡¯t have to study while being a trainer, you would likely already have your eight badges. Let¡¯s focus on getting out of this swamp in one piece," Elduran encouraged.

    The moon hung high and full, casting a faint silver blanket over the swamp as Elduran and Aisha pushed onwards. The night was a chorus of croaks and rustles, with Marill leading the way, scanning the path that twisted under pooled water and thick mud. Behind it, Cyndaquil rested on Elduran''s shoulder, flames snuffed to a soft glow, casting gentle light that stretched and contracted with their movements.

    Aisha carried Clefairy, the Pok¨¦mon¡¯s keen eyes navigating through the inky blackness. Above, Vivillon and Togetic flitted like watchful sentinels, their wings twinkling intermittently against the moon¡¯s light, ensuring no danger followed from behind. The air was damp and thick, like a living thing pressing down on them.

    The swamp was a network of convoluted routes that seemed determined to lead its travelers in endless circles. Half the time, paths were indistinguishable under muddy water that gurgled sluggishly around them. It was a relief when they neared a sluggish Drednaw, stout and seemingly disinterested in the travelers. They made a silent detour, the large Pok¨¦mon seeing no need to chase.

    As they pressed on, the deeper patches of water revealed shapes and ripples indicating life below. Among them were several Totodile, and a lone Croconaw that prowled with an air of authority. Elduran paused momentarily, considering the Croconaw with a tempered gaze. But once the pack caught scent of the humans, they dispersed into the wetlands, leaving naught but ripples. Aisha noted Elduran¡¯s expression, a mix of contemplation followed by aversion, yet no words passed between them. Exhaustion clung to their bones like shadows, and questions were best saved for better hours.

    Their movements through the swamp took them briefly past a mirthful Ludicolo, swaying by itself in a patch of reeds under the moonlight. Togetic and Vivillon, caught up in the whimsy of the moment, danced along its rhythm before following Aisha and Elduran further into the swamp''s heart. Sightings of Surskit skimming the water¡¯s surface and clusters of Tympole crooning their evening lullabies marked their passage. Amidst this were Bellosom and Gulpin, scuttling away from their path.

    A piercing unease gripped Elduran as his eyes detected several Skorupi slipping between shadows. A Drapion could lurk nearby, its presence signaling unavoidable conflict. But the swamp held its dread secret, and no beast of shadow made itself known. His ears, attentive to the swamp¡¯s whispers, caught nothing to conjure additional fear. Still, there was another potential threat in the form of a Seismitoad, a solitary kind yet potentially formidable if disturbed. Elduran advised caution, instructing Aisha to keep Marill¡¯s frolicsome nature in check, lest an unintended bump trigger an unwanted confrontation in these treacherous waters.

    Hours into their trek, the swamp gave way to diverging paths. To the right, Route 116 promised several days¡¯ journey through a quagmire of peril, infamous throughout Tenera for its treachery. To the left, Route 113 led towards Dirthrow, their intended destination. The wind carried with it the promise of conclusion, and Elduran¡¯s heart lightened as ahead lay the vast expanse of a lake framed by moonlit serenity. In her private thought, Aisha imagined the lake under dawn''s light, a mirror reflecting an untouched sky.

    As they pressed on, the foliage thinned beneath the blue-black sky, and their steps grew more assured as the ground firmed beneath them. Yet tranquility proved evasive as echoes of skirmish broke through the night. Elduran signaled a halt, and they moved with stealth, their eyes scanning the partially lit clearing ahead. There, amidst sparse cover, a Croagunk, bearing a long scar across its back, faced off against a Toxicroak. Their contest was fierce, poised delicately upon the edge of skill and determination.

    With Cyndaquil¡¯s light extinguished, Elduran remained silent, observing the raw display of territorial aggression. When the Toxicroak emerged victorious yet departed without further malice, Elduran and Aisha remained unnoticed. The Croagunk, though wounded, summoned the strength to rise, pursuing the Toxicroak with a subdued resolve. Perhaps this had been a challenge¡ªnot the first, and certainly not the last. A silent tale of survival and hierarchy woven into the wilderness.

    Elduran allowed a fleeting smile, acknowledging the poignant irony of survival in wild places where human presence was but a superficial veneer. Yet he clung to his silent reflection, with exhaustion preventing any further interaction beyond measured pacing. The final hour brought them to the fringes where the swamp''s grip loosened, giving way to a landscape brushed in sandy browns and an expanse of open sky.

    Elduran surveyed the terrain, unshielded as it was, he thought camp demanded the shelter of stone and proximity to the lake. They veered southwards, bearing towards the towering silhouette of a rock formation that reared into the starlit sky. It was immense and sheer, anchoring their campsite against rising winds that softened against taut tent fabric. The craggy shelter presented a visual spectacle, a natural bulwark from which to watch the shifting theater of dawn.

    Once the tent was set up, Elduran entrusted Cyndaquil with the first watch. The dependable Pok¨¦mon, despite the evening¡¯s weariness, was the most refreshed of Elduran''s group, having spent the majority of the trek tucked away in its Pok¨¦ball. Taking on the duty with eyes alight with pride and readiness, Cyndaquil listened as Elduran adjusted his instructions¡ªAisha''s Clefairy was to relieve Cyndaquil halfway through the night. Aisha concurred and briefed Clefairy about the arrangement before she cozied herself into the embrace of sleep. She instructed Cyndaquil to wake Clefairy once fatigue set in.

    Silence claimed the camp as deep slumber descended upon both humans. Elduran surrendered willingly, hoping their Pok¨¦mon to keep vigil through the night. The night sang its ancient lullaby around them, and as the moon fell below the horizon, the celestial tapestry unveiled a prelude to dawn¡ªa new adventure on the brink of beginning.

    As Elduran''s eyes fluttered open to embrace the dawn, his first sight was Cyndaquil, vigilant and ever-awake, faithfully holding its post through the starlit hours, having chosen not to awaken Clefairy for relief. Such loyalty was commendable, yet the demands of the morning called for renewed energy¡ªthe final leg of their journey still relied on untapped reserves. Now Elduran faced the day with an injured Heracross and a weary Cyndaquil for today''s trek. It would be up to him and Vivillon once more.

    As the first light of morning unfurled its gentle touch over the landscape, the vast lake ahead shimmered under the pale embrace of the dawn. Mist danced lazily atop its glassy surface, creating a gauzy veil of mystery, while the water echoed hues of soft pinks and golds, painting a tranquil portrait of serenity.

    Behind them, the towering mesa stood as a colossal sentinel, its rugged face adorned by the play of light and shadow. The mesa''s sheer cliffs rose mightily, their rocky visage weathered by time but unyielding, casting long shadows that stretched across the terrain like protective arms cradling the camp.

    To the north, a rocky dark brown dirt desert stretched out, its surface illuminated by the morning sun, casting a fiery glow that stood in stark contrast to the lake''s gentle allure. Instead of dunes, the landscape was dotted with clusters of towering cacti and sparse vegetation, resilient lifeforms that eked out an existence in the barren lands. The desert extended into the horizon, a sea of rust-colored earth and rugged stones, whispering secrets from its ancient past to any who dared to listen.

    The harmony of these three elements¡ªthe serene lake, the steadfast mesa, and the expansive desert¡ªcrafted a breathtaking theater of nature.

    Elduran rose to greet Cyndaquil, offering quiet gratitude to his companion, knowing full well the weight each shared for the journey ahead. Vivillon hovered nearby, ready to assume her protective duty with renewed earnestness. In these moments of transition, Elduran felt the rhythm of nature, the unending cycle of challenge and rebirth¡ªa living tableau where another story awaited just beyond the horizon.

    "Cyndaquil, you must follow my instructions next time. I appreciate you keeping watch, but by choosing not to wake Luna, you''ll be exhausted for today''s journey and less able to assist Viv if we face an attack," Elduran admonished.

    "Cyyyyn," Cyndaquil whimpered, struggling to hold back tears welling up in its eyes.

    "Cyndaquil, another thing you must work on is crying less. My words are part of your training. I often tell these things to Blue too. Do you see him crying?" Elduran queried.

    "Cyyyyn," Cyndaquil replied with a steadier tone, wiping away its tears.

    Vivillon approached Cyndaquil, enveloping him within her wings, offering comfort in a gentle embrace.

    "Viv, I''m quite certain if you don''t release him in about two seconds, you might either crush all his bones or completely suffocate him," Elduran remarked with a sigh.

    Vivillon let go, and Cyndaquil began to take deep breaths immediately.

    Aisha yawned from within the tent, got up, and joined them, gazing at the scene before her.

    "Wow, what a vista! Here we stand in a spot where towering rocks rise behind us, and ahead stretches a vast lake with no discernible end. To the northwest, the swamp remains visible, while due north lies a stark rocky desert. Damn, if this isn¡¯t a sight, what is?" Aisha exclaimed in amazement.

    "It sure is something," Elduran remarked, as he absorbed the scenery.

    "You know, you need to give him a name. You can''t keep calling him Cyndaquil," Aisha remarked.

    "Oh right, I completely forgot. Your name is Forge," Elduran declared.

    "Cyyyn," Cyndaquil chirped with excitement, the flames on his back flaring up.

    "Forge? Seriously? That''s the best you could come up with? I mean, I get it¡ªhe¡¯s a fire Pok¨¦mon, but if fire¡¯s the theme, why not Ember, Blaze, or even Inferno? Flame¡¯s a solid choice too. But Forge?" Aisha questioned.

    Cyndaquil''s excitement diminished, unable to grasp the meaning of Forge, but sensing from Aisha¡¯s tone that his trainer might have given him a foolish name. He glanced at Elduran, hoping for reassurance.

    "Forge suits him perfectly. That Cyndaquil over there forged this partnership through sheer determination and hard work. Just like a forge¡ªhot, stubborn, and always creating through heat and labor," Elduran explained.

    Cyndaquil turned to Aisha, hoping she would come around and not consider the name ridiculous.

    "Oh wow, that¡¯s surprisingly well thought-out from you. How could someone who named his Heracross Blue come up with such a fitting name for his Cyndaquil? Are you of two minds?" Aisha teased Elduran, then turned to Cyndaquil, "Cyndaquil, you adorable thing, stop staring at me like that¡ªyour silly trainer actually gave you a wonderful name."

    "Cyyyyyn!" Cyndaquil chimed with joy.

    "We can take it easy today. Let''s just rest this morning. To reach Dirthrow, we only need about seven or eight hours," Elduran remarked, glancing at the map. "Let''s depart around eleven. Have some breakfast, brew some coffee, definitely bathe in the lake to wash this mud off our skin, and then we can have a conversation. I have a few questions I need to ask," Elduran added, checking his watch and noting it was only seven in the morning.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.

    "You know what, that sounds good, but I am definitely starting with bathing. I can''t wait to be somewhat clean again," Aisha said to Elduran.

    "That was my plan too. Release Splash in the water, tell him to scout ahead just in case we manage to lure a Gyarados to us," he said half joking.

    "I was never going in there without Splash by my side. Let''s walk down there," Aisha said, glancing back at Luna, who was still asleep. She opted to let her rest. She released her Togetic from its Pok¨¦ball and instructed it to watch over Luna. Her other two Pok¨¦mon ensured her safety.

    "Viv you come with us, you too Forge," Elduran said to both as he picked up his bag, put over his shoulder and started walking towards the lake Aisha right behind him with her own bag on her back.

    It must have taken them five minutes to reach the lake, while Aisha initially thought it would take only a minute. The lake was so big, it looked that it was much closer than it looked.

    The expansive lake unfolded before them like a painter''s masterpiece, its surface capturing the gentle glow of the morning sun. True to its name, Lake Tranquility was indeed tranquil. Along the sandy shore, several Staryu lay partially buried, their five-pointed forms subtly shimmering in the day''s early light. Nearby, a few Slowpoke lounged idly, their tails dipping into the cool water, as if pondering some profound mystery.

    Both East Sea and West Sea Gastrodon traversed the pebbled shoreline, their contrasting colors¡ªone vibrant pink, the other a deep green¡ªadding a splash of diversity to the scene. Among them, Wimpod scuttled nervously, always alert and ready to dart back into the safety of the underbrush with the slightest hint of danger.

    In the gentle embrace of the lake''s waters, groups of Psyduck paddled aimlessly, occasionally stopping to quack at each other in apparent confusion. Chewtle bobbed along playfully, snapping at floating bits of leaves, while Ducklett glided gracefully across the surface, their blue feathers mirroring the sky.

    Further out, a lone Quaxly swam with elegance, its unique presence marking it as a true gem of the lake''s ecosystem. Its rarity added an air of enchantment to the scene, a reminder of the wonders hidden within the wild. The tableau of diverse Pok¨¦mon painted a living portrait of tranquility and natural balance, making the lake a true oasis in the sprawling wilderness.

    "Seems like we''ve mostly got friendly Pok¨¦mon around here. Just make sure to steer clear of those Chewtle¡ªthey can get aggressive if you get too close. Over there on the left looks clear of Pok¨¦mon, so let''s head that way and release Splash to scout for underwater Pok¨¦mon we can''t see," Elduran suggested, pointing to a part of the beach to their left, mostly free of Pok¨¦mon save for a lone Staryu.

    Aisha released Marill, instructing her to scout underwater for any lurking dangers. Marill was thrilled, rolling forward like a small torpedo straight into the water. Aisha and Elduran reached the beach, where they both set their bags down.

    "The only issue here is the lack of big rocks or trees," Aisha remarked, contemplating how to undress and enter the water with him nearby.

    "What do you need those for?" Elduran inquired.

    To Aisha''s surprise, he began undressing as he walked toward the water, wearing only his black boxer briefs. His physique was more toned than she had imagined. Upon first meeting him in Asven, she thought he seemed too slender for a soldier. As the group''s sniper, though, it made sense he favored speed over brute strength. But what truly captivated her were the scars covering his skin¡ªa grim testament to his past skirmishes, each one a rugged tale etched into his flesh. His back alone was visible to her, a landscape of crevices and canyons telling stories of survival.

    Then, without hesitation, he stripped completely, standing before her unashamed. Why had she expected anything different?

    "Are you completely insane?" Aisha questioned him.

    "What are you talking about?" Elduran replied, turning to face her.

    Of course, he turned around to complete the spectacle. There he stood, utterly naked, his member exposed. Yet again, scars demanded her attention¡ªless dense than on his back, but one massive wound traveled from his upper right shoulder to just beneath his left pectoral. It was clearly a fierce battle he had narrowly survived. Realizing she was staring, Aisha quickly averted her gaze. How was it that he was the one unclothed, yet she felt embarrassed?

    "Why are you acting so weird?" Elduran asked, then realization struck him. "Oh, I get it, you''ve probably never seen a dick before. Get used to it, little light bulb, every guy''s got one!" Elduran stated, diving into the water.

    "You have absolutely no shame," Aisha shouted, her eyes blazing as Elduran turned to face her, his head barely above the water. "You''re not normal. I''ve been in a few relationships, so I''ve seen a dick before, but there''s definitely something wrong with you," she continued, her voice taut with anger.

    "Can I ask you something? Why are you really angry right now?" Elduran questioned, his voice as calm as the ripples spreading from his movements in the lake.

    Aisha paused, for a moment caught off guard by the simplicity of his question. It was as if someone had plunged cold water over her heated thoughts. Why was she really angry? The question echoed in her mind, teasing loose the threads of her reasons. Anger seemed like an old friend, always there to justify her inner turmoil. But now, in the soft morning light, challenged by Elduran¡¯s straightforwardness, she was forced to confront the empty underpinnings of her emotions.

    Elduran''s shocking actions challenged her ingrained reserve, revealing that her vigilant adherence to unspoken conventions was unnecessary. She glanced sideways at Cyndaquil and Vivillon, who seemed at ease with the disregard for social mores. Pok¨¦mon, wild and free, moved unburdened by human modesty, a state she found strangely enviable at this moment.

    Determined for some sanity, she pulled Hatenna from her Pok¨¦ball. The small psychic Pok¨¦mon blinked slowly in the light, her delicate hat-looking antenna rising to gauge Aisha¡¯s emotional state. Hatenna''s calming presence washed over her.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, everything¡¯s fine,¡± she said, offering reassurance more to herself than her Pok¨¦mon. ¡°This idiot we¡¯re traveling with just decided to strip naked in front of me without so much as a warning.¡±

    Hatenna cocked her head, eyeing Aisha with bewilderment, before examining the scenario with intrigue. It conveyed a telepathic message, a gentle nudge reminding that, in the natural order, such limitations were truly unnecessary. Unclothed, unfettered¡ªit was the essence of existence. A whisper of amusement touched Aisha¡¯s lips as Hatenna imparted this truth, gently urging her to discard her biases and embrace acceptance.

    Defeated by the logic no amount of human rationale could argue against, she let out a resigned sigh. Her own Pok¨¦mon, at ease in their nonchalance, made her objections seem petty in the grand scheme of existence. Maybe, she mused, Elduran wasn¡¯t the fool in this regard. Ironically enlightened by his raw openness, she watched him wash himself, appreciating his pragmatism.

    "Screw this!" She declared aloud to the world, standing decisively. Time to toss dignity to the winds and join the morning¡¯s liberation. Stripping away layers of both mud-stained clothing and unnecessary self-consciousness, she discarded her shoes, jeans, jacket, and shirt, standing only in her white underwear that clung to her skin. Just then, her movements seem synchronized with Elduran¡¯s casual turn toward her.

    ¡°Look who finally decided to join the party,¡± he teased, the sound of his chuckle light and warm over the morning lake.

    "Here goes nothing," Aisha muttered as if summoning courage. She unclasped her bra with a decisive motion and slipped out of her panties, allowing the cool breeze to wrap her in freedom¡¯s embrace before plunging into the lake¡¯s calm, cold embrace. The water shocked her senses, banishing any lingering doubts with every shiver.

    A part of her reclaimed its laughter at the shock of cold and the pleasure of letting go. Elduran, ever the instigator of spontaneous enlightenment, watched her with a hint of conspiratorial pride. In the water, where bodies moved like shadows beneath the mirrored surface, she found unexpected kinship.

    "The water feels wonderful, a much-needed recharge," Elduran remarked, his teasing tone noticeably absent.

    "It truly does. Elduran, I''m sorry for how I reacted earlier. I judged you just because you wanted a simple swim without all the ritualistic nonsense about who should look away, who should go in when, and all that. Honestly, it''s liberating," Aisha admitted.

    "What are you talking about? If you''re shy, that''s completely fine. I was only teasing," Elduran replied, smiling sincerely.

    Had Aisha overthought it? Had she imagined he had a grand plan to help her feel more at ease, to free herself from self-imposed barriers? As her mind raced, she studied him. Relaxed and at peace, she leaned towards the notion that Elduran was, indeed, just teasing. None of his antics were about making her feel better; he was merely having fun. In retrospect, not realizing this sooner turned out to be liberating. Taking that first step was most of the battle itself.

    ¡°I miss the swim. Can we venture further? I could use the exercise,¡± Elduran called to Marill, whose enthusiastic paddling left trails of bubbles.

    "Count me in. Swimming''s the one exercise I really love,¡± Aisha responded buoyantly, acknowledging the shared sentiment.

    "Well, well," Elduran grinned, his respect plainly evident, ¡°something in common after all. Consider me impressed.¡±

    The serene morning led them deeper into the lake, where silence and shimmering reflections evoked unspoken introspections. Each stroke transcended words, immersing them in timeless tranquility. Embraced by the lake, Aisha felt attuned to nature, shedding embarrassment in favor of pure joy¡ªa revelation born from water and freedom.

    Emerging from their swim, Elduran and Aisha stepped out of the water, leaving Marill behind to fully enjoy his time there. Elduran felt a wave of relief knowing no dangerous Pok¨¦mon had been spotted by Marill. The tranquility of swimming always soothed him. He began sorting through his belongings, pulling out a towel and then a fresh set of clothes. Aisha mirrored his actions right beside him.

    Elduran''s fresh attire mirrored his previous outfit: dark green tactical pants, dark gray tactical boots, a black t-shirt, and a dark gray lightweight military jacket. Aisha, however, opted for another pair of jeans, this time pairing them with a black t-shirt. She donned a dark, well-worn leather jacket. Naturally, she wore the same tan leather boots but had an identical spare white hat.

    Marill required considerable persuading to leave the water, but Aisha succeeded. A short while later, they returned to their tent, where Clefairy remarkably remained asleep. Clefairy preferred to slumber during the day and stay awake at night, though this was a rare occurrence for most when under a trainer''s care. Nevertheless, their nature made them lethargic during the day despite the amount of shut-eye they had obtained during the night.

    Elduran carefully gathered a modest bundle of dry wood from the scant trees, more akin to dense shrubs, littering the landscape. Cyndaquil was instructed to ignite the wood into a small, steadfast fire, the flames casting a warming glow against the morning chill. As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee began to weave through the air, Aisha joined them, her presence a quiet reassurance. Togetic settled comfortably on her lap, offering its soft warmth. Meanwhile, just beside their pitched tent, Marill, Hatenna, and Vivillon huddled in a cozy assembly, lost in their own gentle chatter.

    "Little Light Bulb... it''s time for you to share some insights," Elduran spoke with a calm authority.

    Aisha cast a look at him, seldom seeing such gravity etched across his features. His face was serious. "What is it exactly that you wish to know?" Aisha inquired.

    "The Watchers. I am utterly clueless about them. All I understand is that they are invariably sighted during legendary Pok¨¦mon assaults. Sighted in what manner?" queried Elduran.

    "I trust you understand that unless directed otherwise, I''m simply unable to share any information," Aisha stated.

    "I¡¯m essentially working for you, cut the crap. By now, I could just as well be considered a field operative for your agency. I deserve more information, to understand precisely what I¡¯m up against," Elduran demanded irritably.

    "Elduran, you''re not under the agency''s employ; you arrived of your own free will. No one compelled you to be here," Aisha spoke with calm assurance.

    "Then why seek me out? Why not dispatch a genuine field operative, someone seasoned in combat, to accompany you? Why choose me? I realize I may not be the sharpest, I understand that, but I''m not a complete fool," Elduran questioned, sensing he had touched a nerve.

    "You know what, screw this! You deserve to know. To answer your earlier question, as far as I have been informed, we haven''t glimpsed a single person affiliated with that organization," Aisha declared.

    "Elduran inquired incredulously, ''What? You''ve not only failed to capture any of them, but you haven''t even spotted a single one?''".

    "No, unless Gemma is withholding information from me, or the higher-ups are from her, the answer to your question remains a no," Aisha replied with a sigh.

    "But how the hell do you even know they''re called Watchers? The media and even my commanders always refer to them as Watchers. Just how in Suicune''s wet ass do we know they''re behind all these past attacks?" Elduran shouted, clearly enraged, as every single one of their Pok¨¦mon halted what they were doing and stared at him.

    "Elduran, take a deep breath. Let me explain, but you must promise not to tell anyone until we have evidence; otherwise, I''m as good as fired," Aisha expressed with evident concern.

    "Aisha, the reason you''re speaking to me right now is not because I''m angry or out of some misguided kindness, willing to keep your secrets to spare you trouble. You''re speaking to me because you''ve read me like an open book, as you always do, and for some mysterious reason, you''ve calculated that whatever you tell me, I will take to my grave. So there¡¯s no need for me to assure you¡ªI won¡¯t breathe a word. Please, proceed," Elduran said, irritation lacing his voice.

    Aisha stood up and began pacing back and forth, inhaling deeply as she pondered the potential repercussions if Elduran betrayed her trust. "When Moltres rampaged around 33 years ago on Cinnabar," she reflected, "it wasn''t the first time a legendary Pok¨¦mon went on such a rampage, but it was the first instance where something was discovered. Among the wreckage, a peculiar Pok¨¦ball was found¡ªone that, at first glance, resembled any other Pok¨¦ball you¡¯d see, red and white. Yet, a league trainer¡¯s Magnezone, while assisting in clearing metal debris after the attack, drew in this particular Pok¨¦ball with its magnetic pull," Aisha recounted.

    "I may not be well-versed in physics, but I am certain that this is impossible. If memory serves, the Pok¨¦balls are crafted from tungsten, which isn''t ferromagnetic, correct?" Elduran said, his curiosity piqued.

    "Indeed, they''re crafted from tungsten and, as you''ve noted, are not ferromagnetic. However, this particular ball was fashioned from an unknown metal¡ªa pure blue metal. While easily worn, it possesses remarkable strength, but Pok¨¦mon digital energy makes it erode. Magnets can attract it with ease. Another unusual aspect was its encoding: advanced engineering at its finest. Although all Pok¨¦balls incorporate security measures, this one was extraordinarily complex. The red light emitted when Pok¨¦mon are digitized spilled outwards, turning the unpainted sections of the metal a vivid purple. Thus, when engineers attempted to simulate a Pok¨¦mon being inside, the area around the button¡ªthe bare metal of the ball¡ªshimmered in shades of purple. It''s akin to the Pok¨¦ball''s button being likened to a purple eye. Yet, despite the damage, programmers managed to salvage some information from the limited data that remained within the Pok¨¦ball. The name ''Watchers'' appeared repeatedly in files. That occurred years ago; now, nothing can be restored as the Pok¨¦balls are typically recovered in minuscule fragments. Still, those balls persist," Aisha explained as she settled back into her seat.

    "Do you mean to say they''ve truly succeeded in capturing legendary and mythical Pok¨¦mon?" Elduran asked in disbelief.

    "Yes, but these Pok¨¦balls cannot contain the Pok¨¦mon indefinitely. While the capture boasts a 100% success rate, Pok¨¦mon inevitably break free. Through countless fragments collected over the years, we have forged our own Pok¨¦balls using this metal. We know that no Pok¨¦mon can resist capture. Yet, even weak Pok¨¦mon eventually liberate themselves, for a Pok¨¦ball has a finite lifespan. A mere Rattata shattered the ball after nearly a year, and as a Pok¨¦mon approaches freedom, more scratches mar the surface, as if their digital essence strains against the ball. A feeble Rattata overpowering any Pok¨¦ball is indeed pitiful. However, the most astonishing instance was the immediate capture of a formidable Tyranitar. It took 26 days for the Tyranitar to escape the Pok¨¦ball. Some may deem the Pok¨¦ball inadequate, but¡ª" Aisha was narrating when Elduran interrupted her.

    "Yet to hold a Tyranitar for a whopping twenty-six days¡ªan extraordinary feat, considering this Pok¨¦mon¡¯s power rivals even the most mythical of its kind¡ªis impressive in itself. Recall that league trainer who subdued Regice with just one Tyranitar around a decade ago in Sinnoh. So, picturing myself holding down a Moltres for a mere fifteen to twenty days seems plausible enough. But Rayquaza, now that''s a conundrum! How did they ever manage to capture Rayquaza? I can¡¯t fathom holding that creature for longer than a day. The incident took place in Alola, yet Rayquaza is known to reside in Hoenn. If they indeed captured it there, and with the flight to Alola taking what, seven hours? Even on a speedy Pok¨¦mon, that journey would cut down to two or three hours, max. This leaves scant time for preparation. Surely, they don¡¯t just waltz into a town and casually toss a Pok¨¦ Ball into some rubbish bin," Elduran marveled at the astonishing information unfolding before him.

    "Indeed, you¡¯ve grasped the essence of it. This is why it''s so difficult to track them down. They literally conceal a Pok¨¦ball somewhere, and days later, the attack unfolds. It''s a daunting task to defend against that, regardless of how many Magnezones and Magnetons league trainers deploy daily, tirelessly searching for any trace of that metal," Aisha elaborated.

    "Shit, but do you have any insight into why these Pok¨¦mon are attacking the cities?" Elduran inquired.

    "You ask, hoping to determine if they act of their own accord, yet we believe they do not. Something in the ball''s coding influences them. We have yet to decipher any of it," Aisha replied.

    "Shit again, are the balls always red and white?" Elduran questioned.

    "They can be painted any which way, yet they must be painted; otherwise, a Pok¨¦ball resembles a purple disco ball that doesn¡¯t actually emit any light. It''s tricky to describe, but if you take one into a dark cave, you''ll see it clearly, yet it won¡¯t illuminate your path. We think they''ve chosen the typical red and white to keep attention at bay, but these Pok¨¦balls are not meant for public display. The button, however, always emits a faint purple glow. For reasons still unclear to us, that section remains unpainted, even on standard Pok¨¦balls. Don¡¯t get it twisted, though¡ªthe glow is subtle. Place the Pok¨¦balls on a belt with the button facing in, and you wouldn¡¯t see a thing. Yet, the scratches marking the Pok¨¦balls are impossible to conceal. We saw those marks form right before our eyes with Tyranitar; just imagine the speed with Rayquaza," Aisha explained.

    "Have you chosen a name for the metal yet?" Elduran inquired with gentle curiosity.

    "The very first person to study it called it Galazon," Aisha told him.

    "The situation is more dire than I anticipated," Elduran remarked.

    "What are you implying?" Aisha asked.

    "Well, I was hoping to at least discover how they engage in combat, whether they are trainers, or if they use firearms. That was essentially my inquiry, but, damn, did I end up with far more than I anticipated," Elduran said.

    "You were genuinely infuriated when I mentioned our failure to capture even one, and without detailing the circumstances, your frustration would persist until Arceus deems it time to forge a new realm," Aisha remarked.

    "No, that wasn''t the reason you spoke to me; you simply wished to dodge answering the other question I posed. Little Light Bulb... why are you here with me?" Elduran inquired with a sly grin, confident he had caught her out.

    Aisha rose once more, pacing as she weighed her choices, but ultimately, she resolved to divulge the truth and lay everything bare.

    "My mission isn''t sanctioned. Gemma sent me here against her superior''s wishes," Aisha confessed, returning to her seat.

    "That cunning weasel. Indeed, that''s Gemma for you," Elduran remarked with a smile.

    Aisha was incredulous. He was smiling¡ªunchanged by anger. As usual, she wondered about the man before her: what on earth was wrong with him?

    "Aren''t you upset?" Aisha inquired.

    "And why should I be upset?" Elduran replied.

    "We don''t have the backing of any government as we carry out our mission right now. There''s no help beyond a modest financial contribution she''ll be sending, but you can forget about any military or league support," Aisha remarked.

    "I truly never expected that, even if your mission was officially endorsed. I''ve been entwined with the whims of these Pok¨¦mon leagues and governments for far too long, and I know securing assistance in a foreign region is sheer madness," Elduran replied with absolute certainty.

    Aisha felt that this had gone far better than she had ever anticipated. She was nearly convinced he would have struck her at least once. Remarkably, he seemed more at ease than before.

    "Why, by Articuno''s beak, are you more at ease now than when you first discovered everything was so bleak and hopeless?" Aisha asked.

    "As it turns out, I''m not the only one swimming in shit; we''re all swimming in shit, clearly," he exclaimed with a hearty laugh.

    "You are insufferable! Now it''s my turn to ask a question that unsettles you," Aisha declared, her eyes ablaze with a fiery resolve to conquer the world. "What is your reason for being here, and why as a trainer?"

    "Come on, you understand why. For years, the Watchers have played me like a pawn. I crave my vengeance, and it''s clear to all that trainers wield far more power than the military. It''s plain and simple," Elduran declared.

    Certainly, you''ve managed to persuade everyone else, and I must admit, you''ve even convinced Gemma, which is quite the feat. She truly believes that you utterly dislike Pok¨¦mon, but that''s far from the truth. This isn''t some vendetta for you; it''s the ideal reason to finally enjoy the Pok¨¦mon companionship you''ve always desired, yet never permitted yourself," Aisha remarked to him.

    "I can''t take this Pidgey shit seriously. Spare me the humor," Elduran replied with a dismissive tone.

    "It is simply the truth. While you may not yet love Pok¨¦mon, you certainly respect their strength and admire their willingness to heed your guidance and grow. Despite your claims to the contrary, you genuinely care for them," Aisha remarked.

    ¡°I have no idea how you reached that conclusion," Elduran responded uneasily.

    "The level of communication you share with Blue and Viv speaks volumes. In just three days of bonding, you''ve come to understand Blue almost perfectly, something rare for most trainers. Your connection with your Pok¨¦mon is extraordinary, limited only to those you truly trust, and it''s clear your trust in these two knows no bounds. Such depth in understanding usually takes months for others to achieve. Trusting Blue to stand guard in the Volcano after just one day of knowing him is practically unheard of. Honestly, I never did that with any of my own Pok¨¦mon. This level of communication signifies complete trust¡ªyou genuinely care for Blue''s well-being above your own. Even with Candy, who can use psychic communication with me, it took a week to reach a similar understanding, and she stayed in her ball while I slept for the first two weeks," AIsha recalled, turning to Hatenna with an apology. "People often carry the fear in the back of their minds that their Pok¨¦mon could one day rebel, break free from their Pok¨¦balls," AIsha admitted as Elduran felt the weight of her words.

    "This is utter nonsense," Elduran remarked

    "No, it is not, but it is not all rosy. There''s no doubt you value strength in a Pok¨¦mon, yet they also capture your heart. Forge certainly did. That Croconaw from yesterday did too, until it did something that put you off¡ªif I were to hazard a guess, it was the moment it opted to flee rather than stand its ground against you; perhaps you saw it as cowardly, that''s my theory. But that Croagunk, you took a liking to it, that much was obvious. I''m only speculating here, but perhaps you appreciated that it faced a Pok¨¦mon with no hope of victory. I suppose when pitted against legendary Pok¨¦mon, your preference for such Pok¨¦mon has its merit. Despite what I consider flawed judgment in selecting your Pok¨¦mon allies, once they become yours, you would lay down your life for each of them. You could easily come here and shooting your way through obstacles, likely lasting longer. Yet you choose the harder path, not because you think trainers become stronger over time¡ªyou keep saying that¡ªbut because you also maintain that we¡¯re on a suicide mission, implying you don¡¯t really believe you¡¯ll achieve that level. You¡¯re merely finding a reason to be with Pok¨¦mon, even if it ultimately leads to your demise," Aisha declared, finally managing to strike a chord in Elduran, leaving him slightly embarrassed¡ªthis was her retribution.

    "Gather your things now, we''ve lingered long enough. We¡¯re leaving!" Elduran ordered as he rose, visibly rattled.

 Chapter 8 - Work is Hard

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 Chapter 9 - Library

    Chapter 9 ¨C Library

    Aisha stood in front of a large wooden door of the grandest building in Dirthrow, still grappling with the incongruity of such a structure existing in a town so dilapidated. She knew it was among the oldest edifices in Tenera and reputedly the largest library in the world, which partially justified its immense size. Yet, she couldn''t shake the feeling that it was entirely out of place. The gym, sitting right next to the library, seemed dwarfed by comparison. She had never visited the library in Canalave, but it was said to be only half the size of the one she was now entering.

    The library was perpetually open, operating every hour of the day and night. Alongside the gym, only two elements seemed to keep Dirthrow thriving: the stream of tourists drawn by the library and the stone hewn from the numerous quarries encircling the town, particularly to the south. Dorothy wasn''t the only quarry operator, but her quarry was the most distant from town.

    The Pok¨¦mon Center marked the southernmost point of the town, which allowed Aisha, upon her arrival, to glimpse all the quarries from her room while it was still light outside. The Pok¨¦mon Center, Pok¨¦mart, and Pok¨¦caf¨¦ appeared hastily assembled on the town¡¯s southern edge, with their metal structures clashing against the stone fa?ades of the older buildings. At least some effort was made with the gym; it was centrally located and built of stone to blend with the town¡¯s aesthetic, creating an intriguing focal point together with the library. Although the library bore the marks of time and was in dire need of restoration, Aisha doubted it would ever receive such attention, given the town¡¯s apparent neglect.

    As Aisha turned the heavy, weathered door of the library, she gasped at the extraordinary sight awaiting her inside. The grand structure loomed high above her, four stories tall, with the cool touch of stone walls echoing the library''s timelessness. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light filtering through the few cracked windows tucked high above the entrance, illuminating row after row of forgotten tomes that beckoned her with whispered secrets.

    The scent of aged paper enveloped her like a warm blanket¡ªa bittersweet aroma of lost knowledge and fragmented memories that seemed to resonate within these ancient walls. The expansive interior was lined with bookshelves soaring to the ceiling, filled with thousands upon thousands of volumes, each one a world waiting to be explored.

    Multiple spiral staircases spiraled off in various directions, intricately designed, but it was the impressive main staircase on the opposite side of the entrance that caught her gaze¡ªit was wide and inviting, adorned with ornate carvings that hinted at secrets of its own. The promise of discovery lingered in the air as Aisha imagined herself gliding through the library, wandering among the stories nestled within the tomes.

    Scattered throughout the four floors were numerous tables and chairs, inviting readers to settle in and lose themselves in pages lined with history and imagination. Each level offered a different ambiance, but there were no windows to the outside world, creating a cocoon of concentrated thought and introspection. In the hushed corners, scholars and curious minds thrived in the quiet embrace of literature.

    Aisha noted the stern-looking figure of a security guard stationed just in front of the main door, an assurance that no book would ever leave this sacred space. The weight of the library''s significance pressed against her chest¡ªa labyrinth of stories beneath layers of neglect, waiting to be unfurled and shared with those willing to delve into the depths of time.

    With her heart racing in anticipation, she begun to venture deeper into the monumental library, eager to uncover the secrets concealed within its pages.

    The security guard ambled toward her, a white plastic basket in hand, presenting it as if it were a revered offering. "You¡¯ll need to leave your Pok¨¦mon with me, miss. No Pok¨¦mon or firearms are permitted inside the library," he said, his tone lazily indifferent.

    Her gaze flickered to the firearm holstered at his side¡ªa clear indication that he was no trainer. He appeared young, perhaps only a few years her senior, towering at around ¡¯¡± with a muscular build, neutral skin color, a neatly trimmed mustache, and a tuft of curly blond hair cropped close. Undeniably handsome, she noted, though the fatigue etched into his features dulled his appeal.

    Aisha placed her four Pok¨¦balls into the basket, watching as the guard affixed a sticker marked to it. He then handed her a card bearing the same number.

    Aisha stared at him incredulously. "This is all I get? What if I misplace my card? Shouldn''t this be equipped with a fingerprint scanner or something? This is downright archaic," she complained.

    The guard met her gaze, seemingly unfazed by her inquiries, as if she had simply remarked on the weather in Dirthrow. He gestured toward a camera mounted above them, just above the main door. Turning to face the camera, he continued, "This very polite individual here has four Pok¨¦balls, and her number is 512 ." He turned back to her, delivering his next words with a forced smile. "There, now in case you lose your card, we have video proof that the well-mannered girl with green and yellow hair owns the Pok¨¦mon in basket 512. Are you satisfied now?"

    Aisha remained rooted in place, incredulous at the archaic system in place. Yet the presence of the camera did ease her nerves, providing at least some reassurance, though she braced herself for a lengthy process. She felt compelled to ask for his name¡ªjust in case anything went awry. It might be overreacting, but she felt uncomfortably exposed without her Pok¨¦mon, more so than when she swum in Lake Tranquility, stark naked. "What is your name, sir?" Aisha inquired.

    The guard regarded her with an expression of deliberation, weighing whether or not to respond. She sensed he had little choice in the matter. "Faelan," he replied briefly.

    It was Aisha''s turn to lock her gaze with his. "You hate your job, don''t you? How about I bring a little excitement to your day? Do you know... where I might find books about... Zygarde?" she asked him.

    Faelan, for the first time, showed an expression; disbelief flickered across his face. "I have no idea where a single book is in this place. I¡¯ve never even touched a book here," he replied, his tone laced with annoyance. Aisha noted that she had at least established he wasn¡¯t a robot. Well, this guy is of no use to me, she thought.

    "Alright, Faelan, please take good care of my Pok¨¦mon!" Aisha called to him as she began her walk toward the heart of the library.

    Faelan glanced over his shoulder and replied, "You think I¡¯m going to take your Pok¨¦mon out of their Pok¨¦balls just to, what, pet them? Feed them? Not a chance¡ªthey stay put."

    Aisha turned back to him, baffled. Was he genuinely serious, or was his stupidity boundless? His inscrutable expression made it impossible to decipher his thoughts, but she chose to dismiss it. There were more pressing matters demanding her attention.

    She observed several workers assisting patrons in locating their books. The men were clad in brown suits, while the women wore brown skirts paired with matching jackets, seamlessly merging with the dark brown shelves that lined the library. Perhaps that was by design. A central desk occupied the heart of the main floor, yet Aisha hesitated to inquire about the location of books discussing Zygarde, Xerneas, Yveltal, or Dialga. She wished to keep her budding interest in those titles under wraps.

    There was no way it could be that difficult to find. Somewhere within the vast expanse of the library, a table laden with books awaited¡ªmore volumes than anyone could hope to read in a single day. It would likely involve just two people at a time, while the other two rested, ready to swap in as needed, thus allowing them to keep the books indefinitely. What a ridiculous system, Aisha thought.

    It didn''t take long for Aisha to spot precisely what she sought on the second floor. A table housed two individuals: one, a heavyset man with dark skin, devoid of a single strand of hair atop his head, likely in his forties, was engrossed in one of the twelve books sprawled across the table. Opposite him sat a younger woman, her skin strikingly pale, perhaps in her mid-thirties, alarmingly slender, with long blonde hair cascading down to her lower back. She was in heated debate with a dark-skinned man, his hair styled in multiple cornrows that transformed into braids and extended up to his shoulders. He sported a thick bushy beard that made him seem older than his probable thirties, and he wore a white lab coat draped over jeans.

    Aisha pretended not to care, picked up a random book...about the Kanto-Johto war apparently...and sat two tables away, opening the book on a random page and pretending to be reading it while she listened what was happening on the other table. Even though they were arguing, since this was a library, they were doing a good job keeping it quiet, not quiet enough for her not to discern what they were saying though.

    "I was prepared to give you perhaps a day, maybe even two, with the books. I arrived just yesterday, so I thought waiting a few days would suffice. But today, one of the clerks informed me that you two, along with your other friends, have been keeping these books¡ªlet¡¯s say, ''company,'' for approximately ten weeks," the man in the lab coat said, visibly agitated.

    "We''re not doing anything illegal. I''ve already told you that, so why don''t you just leave us alone?" the thin woman retorted.

    "You''re absolutely correct; you aren''t doing anything illegal," the man in the lab coat replied as he settled into one of the chairs around the table, picked up a book from the stack, and opened to its first page.

    "What the hell do you think you''re doing?" the thin woman demanded.

    "I''m merely taking a seat at the table where these twelve books have been borrowed. There''s no law against my sitting here with you. Since you aren''t actively reading this book at the moment, as long as I remain at this table, I can read it," the man in the lab coat stated.

    Aisha had just come to the startling realization that she genuinely liked this man. The audacity he possessed was remarkable. Yet, the looming threat persisted; if these individuals were truly aligned with the Watchers, he was treading on perilous ground. Still, that did little to diminish the fact that, at this moment, he was advancing her cause. She decided it was wiser to let the situation unfold without her interference.

    The bald man finally lowered his book. He turned to the woman beside him, ¡°Just threaten him already, Keesh. Make him go away.¡±

    Keesh rose and moved behind the man in the lab coat, placing her hands firmly on his shoulders. The man didn¡¯t flinch; he remained engrossed in his reading. Keesh then squeezed his shoulders, but Aisha doubted it had any effect. Lab coat or not, he seemed in excellent condition, probably just a few pounds heavier than usual, and all of it distributed evenly around his frame. While he wasn¡¯t as tall as Faelen, Aisha guessed he was roughly the same height as Elduran. Just as she thought, he kept reading.

    At last, he seemed to find the specific page he¡¯d been searching for. "Could you shift a bit to the right with your hand? I think I¡¯ve got a knot there. Thanks for this, by the way, Keesh. Oh, where are my manners? I know your name but haven''t introduced myself. I''m Jabari Reid, pleased to meet you."

    Aisha sensed that if Keesh had a gun in that moment, she would have shot him without a second thought. Fury flashed across her face. ¡°Dan, what do you want me to do?¡± she asked, looking at the bald man.

    Her mind sparked into action; she swiftly reached for her phone. With a quick press on the home screen, Aisha activated the recording function, a task she had mastered to do discreetly from her pocket. The phone vibrated softly, confirming it was recording.

    Dan directed his gaze at Jabari this time. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, chin cradled in his hands. "Let me be very clear, Mr. Jabari. If you don¡¯t leave within the next minute, I, along with my three associates, will ensure you won''t see another sunrise."

    Jabari stood, clearly aggravated, then walked around the table to stand beside Dan, who didn¡¯t even bother to acknowledge him. ¡°You just threatened me, Mr. Dan. If my life were solely my own, I would still be sitting there,¡± he said, gesturing toward the chair he had vacated moments ago. ¡°I don¡¯t know who you people are, but as grim as this town may be, it¡¯s clear you¡¯re trouble,¡± he remarked, beginning his stride toward the main stairway.

    Aisha longed to follow Jabari, but rising now would be suspicious. From their vantage point, they had an unobstructed view of her. The upper floors all had balconies overlooking the main level, where the spiral staircases wound their way up to the fourth floor. Sitting close to the edge, Aisha watched Jabari make his way to the exit, a surge of curiosity gripping her. She yearned to uncover his story and more importantly, his motives. If she was right¡ªand she usually was¡ªthis man knew who these men were, or at the very least, he suspected the truth, just as she did.

    She turned her gaze back to the table, feigning interest in the book, keenly observing the men out of the corner of her eye. They were either cautious or simply not as chatty. What could be so significant in those books? Aisha pondered. If these people were truly affiliated with the Watchers, what had changed now? In the past, they could summon legendary Pok¨¦mon without reliance on texts; she had no record of them obsessively poring over lore. What was it about these four legendary Pok¨¦mon that was so different?

    Aisha sensed she knew the answer, yet it did little to resolve her quandary. The Watchers had truly failed in their endeavors. Many viewed them as terrorists, but Aisha understood they were not. They sought something elusive, but failure haunted their every attempt. Yet, they persisted. One thing was certain¡ªElduran was right about that. The league responded to threats with increasing slowness; the military followed suit. It wasn''t wrong to say that freelance trainers had been carrying the weight as of late. Were the Watchers responsible for that as well? Had these freelance trainers effectively thwarted their plans?

    Aisha''s mind said yes. Saffron City was undeniable proof. Ho-oh attacked while Elduran was on military leave, caught in a dispute with one of his commanders; she wondered if he would ever reveal that argument, as it was absent from any file. APSO had been occupied in Cinnabar, and the league had convened a council at Indigo Plateau that could last at least a week. The first freelance trainer had arrived ten minutes after Ho-oh¡¯s appearance, an especially tardy response for the third most populous city in the world. The tournament in Viridian, boasting a prize of twenty million Pok¨¦dollars, had drawn nearly all the trainers in Kanto away from Saffron.

    Elduran likely believed he had only saved a handful of lives, that one of the trainers he so deeply respected had been a heartbeat late when he pulled the trigger. Had Elduran not taken that shot, Saffron might have smoldered to ash. The Watchers hadn¡¯t accounted for the deadliest sniper in the world still being in Saffron and making that shot, yet terrifyingly, they had come alarmingly close this time. Whatever they sought, this time, they were within reach. All agencies were aware that the Watchers targeted cities and towns with Pok¨¦mon Storage Facilities (PSF), but even Aisha, no matter how fiercely her mind screamed that the answer was just beyond her grasp, couldn¡¯t decipher why.

    It was growing late, and Aisha could barely keep her eyes open after such a long day. The argument with Elduran felt like it had happened ages ago, though it had merely been this morning. Exhaustion hung heavily upon her, making her acutely aware that mistakes were bound to happen in her current state. Jabari had left at least ten minutes ago; departing now might seem natural. Timing her exit with the passing of a patron, she took it as her cue to rise. Keesh was barely reading, her back to Aisha, while Dan, deeply absorbed in his book, failed to notice her stand. Aisha feigned interest in finding another book, heading in the opposite direction away from the main staircase.

    She descended the tight, spiral staircase, unease creeping in with each step. It was no wonder only a few ventured this way; she realized now why those near the wall opted for the longer route.

    Emerging from the staircase, she almost ran into Faelan, who looked at her with the same expression he had before¡ªutter boredom.

    ¡°You have any belongings? Can I have the card with your number?¡± he asked, rising from his desk.

    ¡°Seriously, you forgot me already? I¡¯ve only been here an hour,¡± she replied, incredulity lacing her tone.

    ¡°So, I take it you don¡¯t have a number. Good night, miss,¡± he said, plopping back into his chair.

    Aisha was incredulous. This guy was a machine. ¡°I have a number, you know,¡± she said, retrieving the card from her pocket.

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    ¡°Why didn¡¯t you say so the first time? You made me stand up twice,¡± he said, swiftly pulling the card from her hand. He wandered to the back of his desk, taking his time sifting through bins, then returned, guiding her as she collected her four Pok¨¦balls.

    As she gathered her Pok¨¦balls, Aisha weighed whether her next move was wise. Perhaps waiting for the morning security guard would be better. This guy was hopeless. But for Elduran to spring into action effectively, it made sense for those four men not to be behind the library''s safety net. So, she decided to take the risk with this robot.

    ¡°I need to report something, but can I do it anonymously? I don¡¯t want my name attached,¡± she said.

    ¡°You can report it anonymously. What¡¯s the problem?¡± he replied, still inscrutable.

    Aisha approached him, pulling out her phone to play the recording. To her astonishment, Faelan¡¯s face shifted to one of urgency and seriousness once it finished. He locked the front door, then hurried back to her, walking briskly. ¡°Since you¡¯re doing this anonymously, send that recording to my phone,¡± he instructed, giving her his number, and Aisha complied.

    He ascended the spiral staircase with surprising agility, leaving Aisha to muse that this could not possibly be the same person. Unable to resist, she slipped back to the spot where the two men were, positioned just below them in the main floor to catch every word. Faelan¡¯s footsteps grew louder¡ªdeliberately so, Aisha noted. Then he spoke.

    ¡°You are to vacate the premises immediately. I have proof you threatened a patron. These books also will be confiscated for further examination,¡± Faelan declared.

    ¡°You can¡¯t be serious,¡± Dan protested.

    ¡°If you don¡¯t start walking toward the exit right now, I¡¯ll handcuff you and escort you to the police station myself. Clear?¡± Faelan retorted.

    Way to go, Faelan, Aisha thought. By the sounds of it, both men stood and followed Faelan toward the main staircase. Aisha carefully made her way to the exit, leaning against the nearest bookcase. As Faelan, Keesh, and Dan passed, she ducked around the other side of the staircase to watch the drama unfold. Dan suddenly halted, turning back.

    ¡°You¡¯ll lose your job for this. Let me back up there, you insolent fool,¡± Dan spat, yanking at Faelan¡¯s shirt in a futile attempt to shake him.

    In a fluid motion, Faelan twisted Dan¡¯s hand behind his back and shoved him toward the exit. Maintaining his grip, he unlocked the door with his free hand, ushering Keesh out first. Dan stumbled as he was propelled outside, landing face-first on the rocky pavement. Faelan closed the door and returned to his chair, calling for a clerk to confiscate the books from the specific table on the second floor. He began writing on a piece of paper, and Aisha, suddenly aware that she still had her Pok¨¦mon with her, panicked. Shit, she thought; she might end up kicked out just like the others. Acting as if nothing had happened, she walked toward the exit.

    ¡°Miss, thank you for reporting this,¡± Faelan said, returning to his report, clearly aware of her presence long before she came into view.

    Aisha¡¯s heart raced, but Faelan merely let her go. She hurried outside, just in case he remembered her Pok¨¦balls. Outside, Dan and Keesh were already gone, and blood stained the pavement. If those two were truly Watchers, Faelan had difficult days ahead of him. Yet, how had that guy transformed so quickly, evolving from a Weedle into a Beedrill, completely skipping the Kakuna stage? She raised her phone, scrolling to the messages she had sent the recording to, saving the number under Faelan.

    Aisha released all four of her Pok¨¦mon simultaneously. She doubted those two had noticed her, and it seemed they were unarmed, without either guns or Pok¨¦mon, since they hadn''t demanded their belongings back when Faelan kicked them out. Still, Aisha sought extra security. Clefairy let out a joyful squeal, confusing Aisha for a moment, until she lifted her gaze to the full moon above¡ªa source of bliss for Clefairy. Distracted by this, Aisha paid her no mind. Togetic flitted about, occasionally nudging her cheek. Marill simply observed the surroundings, likely sharing Aisha¡¯s sentiment that the place was a mess. Hatenna, as usual, tuned into her trainer''s psyche, ensuring all was well. Aisha relished her achievements of the day. Hatenna would surely sense that, but Aisha had no time to spare. Her focus shifted to Togetic.

    ¡°Gale, two people left this spot five minutes ago¡ªa bald, heavyset man and a very skinny woman. Fly up and head in that direction,¡± she instructed, pointing southward. ¡°We¡¯ll be heading to the Pok¨¦mon Center. Don¡¯t fly off in any other direction. We¡¯re not confronting them, just seeking them out. I¡¯m exhausted and need rest, but if they¡¯re heading the same way we are, it would be foolish not to discover where they¡¯re staying. That¡¯s all I want to know.¡± Aisha spoke as Hatenna conveyed the nuances to Togetic¡ªdetails he might not grasp. Elduran had dedicated a great deal of time training with Vivillon in Kanto before mastering command and understanding during his journey to Tenera. Aisha felt confident Heracross would soon reach that level too. She knew she needed to pursue this kind of training herself. Her path would require more than fair battles against fellow trainers. The future promised anything but fairness, and she couldn¡¯t rely solely on Hatenna¡¯s presence.

    Aisha arrived at the Pok¨¦mon Center in about ten minutes, yet Togetic hadn''t spotted either of the two. She had suspected he wouldn''t. If Aisha were in their position, she would choose to reside as close to the library as possible. The Watchers appeared to have the resources to secure any room in this dismal town. Given their creation of a Pok¨¦ball capable of capturing legendary Pok¨¦mon, embedded with coding that compelled them to attack nearby cities and towns¡ªa feat no government, to her agency''s knowledge, had been able to replicate after all these years¡ªit was clear they had the funds to recruit top-notch talent. Aisha was certain they were located very near the library.

    After entering, she handed Marill to the nurse, recalling him to his Pok¨¦ball, as he was the only one somewhat injured from the swamp trek. Securing a room and collecting her key card, she promptly headed to her room on the second floor. She contemplated skipping a shower and going straight to bed as she was, but she ultimately decided against it, valuing the feeling of cleanliness too much. After her shower, she, along with Hatenna, Clefairy, and Togetic, cuddled together in bed, where exhaustion and fatigue overwhelmed them.

    Elduran had longed for even the tiniest Pok¨¦mon to aid his mission. Security had seized his bow and Pok¨¦mon, complicating his task immensely. He had hoped Vivillon might deploy Sleep Powder on any unsuspecting Watchers while he provided a diversion, allowing him to swipe their books, stow them in his duffel bag, and pretend to read random tomes at another desk, observing their reactions as they awoke. Alas, his duffel bag hadn¡¯t been allowed. Curse these libraries. It was his first venture into such a place. His plan was flawed, as it risked revealing his face, meaning they would not escape this town alive. The Watchers must not realize he was targeting them, yet he desperately needed their information. He was convinced that had his plan succeeded, all four would eventually gather, revealing their identities and whereabouts. Luckily, his phone had been permitted, an unusual concession. A snapshot combined with Vivillon¡¯s assistance would have ensured their tracking. If only that crafty old guard hadn¡¯t noticed his attempt to hide Vivillon¡¯s Pok¨¦ball. The morning had taken a sour turn. At the very least, he¡¯d wanted to glimpse a few faces before texting Aisha to confirm he¡¯d arrived. Besides, he still needed to head to the Pok¨¦mon Center for Heracross¡¯s treatment.

    The second part of the plan involved forcefully entering their residence, binding and torturing them until they revealed the information he needed. This, of course, was the challenging aspect, and precisely why he hesitated to involve Aisha. She would insist on confirming they were indeed Watchers before taking any such drastic action. His method, however, promised speed. Concealing his face in case they were innocent meant he could release them thereafter. But it seemed that accessing their location wouldn¡¯t be as straightforward. Particularly since he couldn¡¯t find a single table in the entire library accommodating even one to four people with more than seven or eight books¡ªthose specifics eluded him now. Besides, he was reluctant to inquire with any clerks, preferring no one to know of his search. A possibility crossed his mind: perhaps Aisha had achieved something the previous night. If she had managed to extricate them from here, well... that would be extraordinary. This setting was far from conducive to his work.

    He conducted another thorough search of the library, but his efforts proved fruitless. Resigned, he gathered his belongings and Pok¨¦balls. Something about the cheerful, portly guard irked him; there was just too much happiness in his constant smile. Who could enjoy their job that much? Elduran mused silently. This fellow had an array of six Pok¨¦balls strapped to his belt¡ªa full-fledged trainer, Elduran noted. The instant he exited, he released Vivillon.

    "Sorry, Viv, things didn''t go according to plan. I had to leave you behind¡ªno Pok¨¦mon allowed," Elduran confided to her.

    "Viiiii," Vivillon responded with sadness.

    "In any case, it doesn''t matter much. I doubt they were there, or perhaps I failed to spot them. Let''s head over to the Pok¨¦mon Center and rouse Ms. Bright Spark. As much as I hate to admit it, she might have done something last night that got those bastards out of the library," Elduran said, setting off southward.

    Just before reaching the Pok¨¦mon Center, he spotted a hunting store. Alas, it wouldn''t open until 8:00 AM. He urgently needed to replenish his dark essence vial; though he had plenty left, he preferred to keep it full. Upon arriving at the Pok¨¦mon Center, he was struck by how incongruous the building appeared. Alongside the Pok¨¦mart and the Pok¨¦caf¨¦, these three structures stood at the very edge of town as the sole modern edifices, fashioned entirely from metal. He found them distinctly out of place, and admittedly, he wasn¡¯t overly concerned about the town¡¯s state. However, these three buildings were nothing short of an eyesore.

    Elduran entered, handed the nurse Heracross''s Pok¨¦ball, and checked in for a room. Initially assigned to the third floor, he quickly realized it would be more prudent to have his room next to Aisha''s, if possible, for security reasons should they be compromised. Deciding to call her, he discovered¡ªbased on her groggy response¡ªthat he had indeed awoken her. Aisha was on the second floor. With a reassuring word for her to return to sleep, he planned to shower and grab a bite at the Pok¨¦Caf¨¦ nearby. Learning that she resided on the second floor, he promptly exchanged his room for one adjacent to hers.

    Upon entering his room with Vivillon fluttering behind him, he released Cyndaquil and headed for the shower. When done he instructed his two Pok¨¦mon to accompany him, his next destination was the Pok¨¦Caf¨¦. There, he carefully purchased two sandwiches, some snacks and a few drinks, ensuring he remained within his 50 Cetis daily allowance as a first-year trainer. Then, he made his way to the Pok¨¦mart, where he spent about 95 Cetis on kibble. He took the time to let Cyndaquil sample all the options suitable for fire-type Pok¨¦mon, and they settled on a mid-priced variety. The Pok¨¦mon food should last for about a week; Cyndaquil and Vivillon didn''t consume much, though Heracross was another story. Next, he visited the hunting store, which was now open, where he received an unexpected surprise. A vial cost a mere 5000 Cetis, with another option of simply refilling an existing one and only paying for what was used. Elduran selected this option since his dark essence vial was nearly full, resulting in a cost of just 450 Cetis. With this task completed, it was time to awaken Aisha once more. He returned to the Pok¨¦mon Center.

    Elduran knocked on Aisha''s door, which she opened promptly¡ªclearly, she was already awake, he mused. Hatenna was once more engrossed with her beach ball, and predictably, Vivillon buzzed straight to her side. Meanwhile, Cyndaquil made a beeline for Clefairy, who was the only one of Aisha¡¯s Pok¨¦mon still finishing his meal. Togetic quickly descended, positioning itself between Cyndaquil and Clefairy, standing guard for its friend.

    "Hey! Seems you had a busy night," Elduran remarked to Aisha, then noticed Cyndaquil''s actions. "Forge! I brought food for you and Viv here. Never swipe another trainer¡¯s Pok¨¦mon¡¯s meal," he admonished, producing two bowls with different kibble¡ªone for Cyndaquil, one for Vivillon. Cyndaquil was atop his dish in a flash, whereas Vivillon remained enraptured by Hatenna. At least Cyndaquil would never touch Vivillon¡¯s food; he respected her too much for that, Elduran concluded.

    Aisha petted Cyndaquil, "To be fair, Forge, you shouldn¡¯t take any Pok¨¦mon¡¯s food, not just a trainer''s."

    Elduran chuckled, "Don¡¯t listen to her, Forge. Just make sure you can handle them if you''re caught," he said, winking at Cyndaquil.

    Aisha approached the desk and settled into the chair, then pivoted towards Elduran. "So, what made you assume I was occupied last night?" she inquired.

    "Well, I got here really early and stopped by the library, trying to gauge our suspects. The most books anyone had on a single table was three¡ªdefinitely not our targets," Elduran explained.

    "I managed to discreetly have two kicked out. They were intimidating a man in a lab coat," she pointed to the photo on her screen, "but he wasn¡¯t phased, just wanted to read one of the books they had. I recorded their threats, handed it to security, and voil¨¤. They confiscated the books, though. I think it''s only temporary," Aisha said.

    "Great job, ''Little Light Bulb''! Knowing two of them is plenty to work with. Awesome!" Elduran exclaimed.

    Aisha looked curious, "Why are you so happy about this?"

    "The library was a new environment¡ªno Pok¨¦mon, no weapons, no violence. I was completely stumped," Elduran confessed, deciding against sharing his more aggressive plans.

    "Also, neither asked for their Pok¨¦mon or weapons when expelled, which seemed odd," Aisha noted.

    "Indeed, maybe the Watchers are like monks," Elduran speculated.

    Aisha rolled her eyes, "Monks have Pok¨¦mon. What happened with the Drifblim?"

    "Handled," Elduran replied.

    "That''s all I get?" Aisha asked, disappointed.

    "What more do you need?" Elduran retorted.

    "Nevermind. Dorothy must have been pleased," Aisha said.

    "Actually, she was upset I had to kill the Drifblim, called it a waste. She stayed up that night and was gone in the morning. I couldn¡¯t wait around," Elduran explained.

    "Interesting. I criticized her for using Pok¨¦mon like slaves, yet she''s saddened by a wild one''s death¡ªone that killed her worker. Maybe I misjudged her. Anyway, we have more urgent matters now," Aisha concluded.

    Aisha rose and began pacing, as she often did when deep in thought¡ªa pattern emerging clear enough for even Elduran to discern. Abruptly, she halted and fixed her gaze on him. "This mission is exceedingly delicate. We must confirm their allegiance to the Watchers before we move to apprehend them. We can''t simply beat confessions out of them; what if we''re wrong?" Aisha asserted.

    Elduran met her eyes with a somber look. "There''s an uncomfortable question I need to ask. You do understand that if they are with the Watchers, their deaths are necessary, right?"

    Aisha sank onto the bed, deflated. "I''ve played every scenario through my mind. Suppose we manage to confirm their ties to the Watchers and, by sheer luck, gather intelligence about their organization without their notice. Even then, we can''t act without proof, and my greatest concern is whether the government of Tenera will even imprison them. What if they''re complicit? Moreover, if we hand them over to the authorities, the government will question us. You might escape scrutiny, but they won''t take long to discover a foreign agency funded my education. They''ll connect the dots. If we choose that path, my involvement must remain hidden, and those four mustn¡¯t ever see or hear of me. Otherwise, when they''re interrogated, my name will surface as the one who aided you," Aisha concluded.

    "Little Light Bulb, use your head! If they''re alive and imprisoned, even if only my name is revealed, I¡¯ll be hunted like a dog. Do you think the Watchers won''t find a way to communicate with them somehow? My description will be everywhere, and that''s assuming the best case scenario¡ªthat the government isn''t involved, as you suggested, and isn''t aiding them in some way. Should we manage to gather any information by tailing them, overhearing conversations, or any other means without being detected, and if you don''t want their deaths on your conscience, there¡¯s only one solution. We leave them be and pursue the bigger fish," Elduran stated.

    "Could you really do that? Just let criminals go free?" Aisha questioned.

    "It would be the most strategic decision. But all of this hinges on the best case scenario where we can confirm they are with the Watchers without extracting the information through...interrogation. What if we can''t? Are you prepared to escalate? You could leave that to me; you needn''t know the specifics. I genuinely believe they should die, though I''d rather see them languish in prison forever. Sadly, it''s either freedom for them or death. Between those two, I prefer death. Yet, if I discover they aren''t with the Watchers, my mission ceases. You should be aware of that. If I learn they''re innocent, I¡¯ll turn myself in to the police. I will not take innocent lives, and if that makes me a fugitive for letting them walk, then so be it," Elduran explained.

    "We''re just not enough, for crying out loud! How can two people uncover the whereabouts of the most secretive organization?" Aisha exclaimed.

    "You''re right¡ªwe aren''t enough. We must start recruiting anyone willing to join the fight against them. We can''t be in just one place at a time, either. Plus, we need to make our Pok¨¦mon stronger¡ªrushing in without that doesn''t achieve much. Aisha, I understand your urgency to bring them down, but this endeavor will take time. A lot of time," Elduran explained.

    "They won''t notice me, that''s certain, but you, Aisha? You''re clever, and being here proves it. You tell yourself that all the time. You would be an invaluable asset to them. But we don¡¯t just need trainers; we need everything. We need a network, not merely an army. We require people who can provide capital, others skilled in surveillance, hacking, and all that tech stuff I understand absolutely nothing about, spies in everyday places gathering strange bits of mundane information that only you can connect. An army is one thing; believe me, that¡¯s the easiest part to find. Surely, there must be trainers who have battled legendary Pok¨¦mon in foreign regions residing in Tenera. But without the rest, why on earth would they join us? We need to offer them something first, an organization of our own," Elduran declared.

    "You aren''t mistaken, but as you mentioned, we first need something to offer them. I''ll have to ponder over the logistics of how to move forward," Aisha remarked with a touch of despondency. After a moment of silence passed between them, she continued, "There''s so much to consider right now, and not even a few facts to grasp. For now, let''s go catch some Watchers. I''m sure at least one of the other two is already inside the library, ready to seize the books the instant the clerks return them to the shelves. And I know exactly which table they''ll be at," Aisha declared.

    "After you!" Elduran said, gesturing toward the door.

    As they strolled through the streets in those late morning hours, the absolute squalor and destitution of this town became increasingly evident. More people donned rags than decent clothing. Beggars seemed to outnumber passersby, and nearly every shopkeeper stationed a Pok¨¦mon or two at their entrance for protection. If the whole town mirrored this section, Elduran thought it would surely be the most dismal town he¡¯d ever visited. Fighting, Rock, and Ground type Pok¨¦mon appeared to be the popular choice among the inhabitants of this part of Tenera. The Rock and Ground types, Elduran speculated, were likely favored for their utility in quarrying, while Fighting types, often humanoid, were well-suited for labor and security. Without question, Machoke was the most prevalent Pok¨¦mon here. Its evolved form, Machamp, was an unattainable aspiration for these townsfolk. For a Machoke to evolve, it would need to achieve some notable triumph¡ªa championship, perhaps, or the collection of all badges, and winning a local tournament was also a common path. Yet, these people seemed destined never to win such accolades. Still, Machoke remained formidable, and encountering a Machamp in the wild was nearly unheard of.

    In a secluded alleyway facing the small plaza before the library, three children and a Cubone, seemingly homeless, huddled together, trying desperately to kindle a firepit with scant scraps of paper. Judging by the pot they had precariously positioned above the embers, they were likely attempting to concoct a rudimentary soup or something akin to it. Elduran retrieved Cyndaquil''s Pok¨¦ball, and upon releasing it, instructed Cyndaquil to use Ember to light the fire. The children erupted with joy and swiftly began to request money. Cyndaquil, delighted to assist, radiated happiness, and Elduran summoned it back to his side.

    Aisha approached the kids. "We won''t give you money; that won''t solve your problem. But I can offer something better. Is that Cubone your partner?" she inquired.

    One of the kids, a girl no older than ten, spoke up, "Yes, he''s our friend and part of our family. But please, just a few Cetis?" she pleaded.

    Aisha gestured for Cubone to come to her, which it did. "Do you know what a TM is? A technical machine? I have a Flamethrower TM. Teaching it to you would be more valuable than anything else I could offer. I know Cubones can learn it. My father has a Cubone, and it knows Flamethrower," Aisha explained.

    "Boney doesn''t have a Pok¨¦ball. We can''t afford one," one of the two boys admitted.

    "Oh, I understand. None of you are older than sixteen, so it''s impossible to register a Pok¨¦ball in your name. I''ll catch him, teach him the TM, and then release him right away. Do we have a deal?" Aisha asked.

    "Wow, you''ll do that for us? Boney, please let her catch you temporarily. You''ll become so strong," urged the other boy.

    Cubone became excited at the prospect of growing stronger.

    Aisha took out one of her empty Pok¨¦balls, leaned down, and touched it to Cubone. Cubone transformed into a flash of red light, absorbed by the Pok¨¦ball. The ball didn''t even shake. She retrieved a small pink case from her bag, revealing at least six TMs as Elduran watched. She picked up one small disk and after holding it against Cubone''s Pok¨¦ball for five seconds, a ring of blue light flashed. She returned the disk to the case, then placed her thumb in the flashing ring, and after three seconds, the light dissipated.

    "There, he can now start practicing Flamethrower, a high-level move. You need to be cautious with him, or they may take him away. Understand?" Aisha asked.

    The little girl approached Aisha and hugged her waist. "Thank you," was all she could manage.

    "You''re welcome. One more thing before we go our way," Aisha said as she pressed her thumb again on the Pok¨¦ball, activated her phone''s Pok¨¦ball app, and the Pok¨¦ball broke. A red light emerged, reforming into Cubone. "Boney, I''ve given you the knowledge of Flamethrower, but you need to practice every day. I''d suggest one of you take Boney outside town daily and have him practice. You only need a small flame. When one of you turns sixteen, you must catch him. Until then, keep it a secret that he knows Flamethrower, okay? Always have him use a weak one to light fires. When he belongs to one of you, then you can go all out with a full-powered one. Now off you go, and when the time comes, use this¡ªit''s unregistered. I always carry a few unregistered Pok¨¦balls with me," Aisha instructed, handing one of her empty Pok¨¦balls to the little girl. She, Elduran, and their Pok¨¦mon then began to walk away.

    "Wow, that was generous, and here I thought you were heartless," Elduran remarked.

    "Well... semi-heartless. I did it to recruit them. Look at where they hang out¡ªa perfect vantage point to see who goes in and out of the library," Aisha replied.

    "Utterly heartless indeed, yet I admire it! While you may place them in some peril, you''ve undeniably illuminated their prospects. That lad must be around fourteen, and in a couple of years, merely that TM and Pok¨¦ball could remarkably simplify their existence. Cubone, being a Ground-type Pok¨¦mon, could prove invaluable in quarry work, with that bone of his capable of shattering anything. I reckon the fire might be beneficial too. You possess an astonishing knack for accounting for every minute detail. It''s worth noting that you didn''t even initiate this¡ªI did. You are both awe-inspiring and daunting. Assure me, please, that you''ll never aspire to become a Champion in any region or a politician. The thought of you wielding power is truly terrifying," Elduran remarked.

    "You''re insufferable. How you take a compliment and twist it by the end is beyond me," Aisha retorted.

    "Well, I''m glad at least something is beyond you," Elduran chuckled.

    As Elduran and Aisha approached the library''s entrance, Aisha glanced down.

    "There''s still blood on the pavement from one of those thugs," Aisha remarked. "He hit the ground face first after that security guard threw him out last night."

    Elduran followed her gaze and spotted the blood. "You might have mentioned this sooner. I can make use of it. Do you know how keen Cyndaquil''s sense of smell is?" Elduran queried.

    "Actually, I don''t. But I should have spoken up earlier. I need to remember that what seems insignificant to me might be crucial for you," Aisha replied.

    "Exactly," Elduran nodded as he crouched and called Cyndaquil over. "See this blood here? Give it a sniff¡ªwe need to track its path," he instructed Cyndaquil.

    "You know, I won''t be much help with this. You track the blood while I head inside. Keep your phone handy, and only reply with texts. Also, assuming you value my deductive theories, I suspect they''re staying very close to the library, so stay discreet."

    "You found me in Asven''s capital with just your theories in the dead of night, so yes, I trust them," Elduran affirmed.

    Cyndaquil seemed to catch a scent, sniffing his way around the library toward the north, between the library and the gym, with Elduran in tow while Aisha slipped through the library door disappearing into the tumultuous world of books and mysteries.

 Chapter 10 - Cyndaquils Debut

    Chapter 10 - Cyndaquil''s Debut

    Aisha found herself once again inside the library, this time handing over her Pok¨¦mon to an elderly security guard instead of Faelan. The man, likely in his late sixties, was short but surprisingly fit for his age. His clean-shaven face and sparse hair contrasted sharply with his constant smile, which immediately put Aisha at ease.

    "I must say, you''re much more pleasant than that young man from last night," Aisha remarked.

    "Why, thank you, miss. But you''re surely speaking of Faelan. He''s a good lad, just had it rough in life," the old guard replied.

    Intrigued, Aisha pressed, "What happened to him, if you don''t mind my asking?"

    "You know, miss, it''s not my place to say. All in all, I get it if he offended you. He tends to make people uncomfortable just by... well, being there. How about I apologize on his behalf and we call it a day?" the old man offered.

    "Oh, you misunderstand completely. Where are my manners? I''m Aisha, by the way," she said.

    "Anthony. Pleased to meet you, miss. What do you mean I misunderstand?"

    Aisha''s curiosity peaked. She sensed an opportunity to learn more about Faelan''s past. Leaning closer to Anthony, she whispered, feigning embarrassment, "You see, I found Faelan very helpful yesterday. I just meant you''re more pleasant, not that he offended me. Actually, I think he''s quite handsome, and I could use some information about him... you know, to avoid offending him somehow."

    Anthony''s face lit up. "Oh my, that makes me so happy to hear. But I see your point; it''s easy to offend him. Let me give you the short version. He joined a special forces unit in Kanto. His family lived in Cerulean during the Zapdos attack. His unit was deployed there, but poor Faelan was only twenty then, just a few years into service. Tragically, his family perished along with his entire unit. He blames himself - not for his family''s demise, mind you - but I believe, driven by fear of losing them, he might have endangered his unit somehow. Who could blame him?"

    "That''s heartbreaking," Aisha said, unsure if she was still pretending or genuinely empathizing. "Between you and me, I think Faelan''s handling himself remarkably well, all things considered. I''d be far worse off."

    "I''m so glad you feel that way. He needs some light in his life, something to brighten him up," Anthony said.

    Aisha, recalling Elduran''s nickname for her, thought how close Anthony''s comment had hit home. "How did he end up in Tenera though? Surely gaining citizenship couldn''t have been easy," she asked, immediately regretting the obvious probing.

    "Well, his mother was originally from here, born and raised in Dirthrow. He has dual citizenship. After quitting the military, he probably wanted to get as far from Kanto as possible. Dirthrow became his escape, you might say," Anthony explained.

    Realizing she might be asking too many questions, Aisha decided to wrap up the conversation. "Thank you so much for all this information. I knew he was a good man. I won''t take any more of your time. It was a pleasure talking to you, Anthony."

    "The pleasure was mine, miss, but... don''t you want to ask for his number?" Anthony asked with a wink.

    Aisha found his concern for Faelan endearing. "I already have it. Asked for it last night, and he gave it to me," she replied, winking back and inwardly smiling at the technical truth of her statement.

    "I knew there was something special about you. I hope you see the real him soon. Don''t let me hold you up any longer. Take care, Aisha," Anthony said, returning to his desk.

    Aisha offered a crisp salute and ascended to the library''s second floor. Despite the delay, she deemed the detour valuable. Perhaps Elduran was acquainted with him; after all, APSO primarily handled legendary Pok¨¦mon incidents, so he likely belonged to their ranks, though other units occasionally stepped in when APSO was otherwise engaged.

    Aisha immediately saw two individuals seated at the same desk where she had seen another pair of people the previous day. They were absorbed in their phones. Both bore the native olive complexion of Tenera. One was a man with short, dark brown hair, clean-shaven, sporting glasses, and a notably muscular build. The other was a woman with long, straight black hair cascading to her shoulders, distinguished by a slightly longer than average nose. The word ''raven'' sprang to Aisha''s mind at the sight of her. They appeared to be in their forties, sitting in close proximity, which led Aisha to speculate they might be a couple.

    As she approached their table, they glanced at her, and she offered a nod, continuing on her way. This time, unlike with the Cleavers, she felt she didn''t exude fear. She supposed Elduran''s influence was indeed washing over her. As she passed, she discreetly glimpsed them out of the corner of her eye¡ªdefinitely a couple, she decided. The man''s hand rested on the woman''s thigh. Perhaps they were a couple, or perhaps just very close friends. Elduran would undoubtedly call them ''fuck buddies'', she mused, amused by the thought.

    She proceeded to a table about fifty feet past the corner, positioned almost directly above the main entrance. From this vantage point, she could observe them clearly, with only two sets of rails separating them¡ªtheirs on their side, hers on hers. There were no spiral staircases obstructing her view; she needed to capture a photo this time. At least Elduran would get a glimpse of two of their faces. As for the other two, he¡¯d have to make do with her descriptions for now.

    With her phone in hand, she zoomed in, feigning disinterest as she captured their image. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a man in a white lab coat approaching them. She snapped the picture and lowered her phone to watch the scene unfold.

    Jabari seemed to be fixated on her for a moment, then refocused his attention on the pair. He leaned down, spoke with them briefly, and left their table. The pair looked furious, their eyes following him with silent fury as he moved toward Aisha. Turning a corner, he aimed directly for her, speaking without pausing, his gaze fixed ahead, "You! Fourth floor, back wall, wait five minutes before coming."

    Aisha considered the scenarios, confident that he wasn''t aligned with the pair based on his demeanor yesterday. She determined there was no immediate threat, but sent Elduran a text detailing the situation along with the photo. His reply was a morbid emoji of a head with a knife through it¡ªtypical, she thought. If anything happened, Jabari would certainly encounter Elduran¡¯s wrath.

    After about six minutes, she stood and headed for the fourth floor. This time she opted for the main staircase, avoiding the spiral ones she disliked. The main staircase was at the back wall, where she needed to go. Upstairs, she found him at a small desk in the far corner, with only two chairs. She took a seat opposite him

    "You stand out too much, girl. Next time, try a wig¡ªit¡¯s hard to forget someone with hair like green and yellow," remarked Jabari.

    "For a lab coat, your observational skills are sharp. Who are you really?" Aisha inquired.

    "My observation skills are lousy; you¡¯re just too conspicuous. You were fortunate those two aren''t the same ones from yesterday," Jabari elaborated.

    "So, who are you?" Aisha pressed once more, her curiosity piqued.

    "I''m Jabari, an aspiring Pok¨¦mon professor," he declared with a hint of pride.

    Aisha introduced herself in turn. "I''m Aisha. As far as I know, this is the only region without a Professor dedicated to any major Pok¨¦mon research," she observed, her tone a mix of interest and concern.

    "That''s precisely why I''m determined to become one. I need a compelling field of study, something to prove my worth, preferably a unique area that other regions haven''t explored," Jabari replied.

    "So, that''s the reason for your presence here," Aisha surmised.

    Jabari offered her a gentle smile and simply nodded in affirmation.

    "How many new fields could possibly remain? Kanto delves into human-Pok¨¦mon interaction, Johto focuses on Pok¨¦mon evolution, and so on. Is there truly an unexplored field left?" Aisha wondered aloud.

    "Yes," Jabari stated with evident pride, "deciphering ancient mythologies to uncover the secrets of locating Mythical and Legendary Pok¨¦mon, and, importantly, understanding our actions upon encountering them."

    "Wow, you''re essentially attempting to validate with science what all these monasteries and temples have been proclaiming about their legendary Pok¨¦mon scattered across every region? That''s quite the undertaking. Good luck swaying the Sinnoh temples, for that matter! Especially if your findings diverge from their long-held beliefs. Who knows, perhaps you''ll discover that Arceus didn''t create the world," Aisha quipped.

    "In the end, science always wins out. Besides, these Watchers are on the verge of dismantling these temples and monasteries themselves. Let those religious fanatics believe what they will. But this isn''t divine retribution from Arceus for mistreating Pok¨¦mon; the Watchers are real, and acceptance is overdue. Though we lack tangible evidence, if Arceus intended our destruction, we wouldn''t be here. They''ve managed to command these Mythical beasts, contrary to what their sermons deem impossible," Jabari asserted.

    "Are you examining Legendary Pok¨¦mon, or is it the Watchers you''re focused on?" Aisha inquired.

    "Both, as they have intertwined over the past several decades," Jabari clarified.

    "And yet, you confess this openly. I could be one of them," Aisha remarked.

    "I''m certain you are not. Moreover, observing you, it''s obvious you''re actually pursuing them. Whom are you working for? You''re not a local, and being here is not exactly training to take on the gym," Jabari stated.

    "I am not obligated to answer that," Aisha said as she rose to leave.

    "I apologize if I offended you, but please, sit down. I am in search of allies. My fianc¨¦ and I are in way over our heads."

    They had mentioned needing allies just this morning. She could at least hear him out. She resumed her seat.

    "What do you have against the Watchers, and in what capacity?" Aisha asked.

    "I seek to understand their patterns, to predict their attacks, and ultimately to save lives. In what role are you pursuing this? Are you a journalist or something?" Jabari inquired.

    "Oh, I am definitely not a journalist. Jabari, I feel a strong sense of trust toward you¡ªthough my intuition hardly ever fails me¡ªI must consult my partner''s more practical judgment before revealing further details," Aisha replied.

    "Sounds fair! Hand over your phone, and I''ll trust you with my number. You can call me anytime to arrange a meeting. I won¡¯t need your number; I''m choosing to trust you without expectation. Just know that wherever we meet, my fianc¨¦ will accompany me. She is the more practical one between us also, perhaps a bit too practical, you are warned," Jabari said with a smile.

    Aisha passed her phone to him. After dialing his number and returning the phone, she saved his contact information.

    "I think I''m finished here anyway. There''s not much else I can do. I mostly came to see the faces of the other two. Like you said, I''m too obvious," Aisha said.

    "So it was you. They thought I somehow pushed the other two out. That''s why they were mad at me, and that¡¯s why you were confident you''d find the other two today. It all makes sense now. How did you manage that?" Jabari asked.

    "Damn, this means you''re in danger. I''d feel terrible if something happened to you because of what I did. Yes, I recorded them threatening your life and showed it to the security guard," Aisha admitted.

    "Ah, that explains a lot," Jabari said.

    "Jabari, I''ll be in touch soon. But for now, I suggest you take your fianc¨¦ and stay in a public place until I reach out. Whether it''s a park or a restaurant, it doesn¡¯t matter, just avoid being in your hotel room or wherever you''re staying," Aisha advised.

    "Alright, that sounds smart. I''ll do exactly that. Let''s get moving, I''ll leave first," Jabari said.

    Jabari departed, and shortly after, Aisha followed, sending a text to Elduran expressing an urgent need to talk.

    ***

    Cyndaquil paused at the first building to the north of the library, persistently butting his head against the door, a clear signal for Elduran to open it for him.

    "Easy there, Forge. You did an excellent job!" Elduran encouraged, and as always, Cyndaquil basked in the joy of the praise.

    The structure was a three-story rectangular edifice, with ¡°hotel¡± scrawled with black brush strokes above the main glass door, contrasting sharply against the pale gray stone of the fa?ade, though two letters had nearly faded away completely. He opened the door and stepped inside. Behind the reception desk sat a very plump woman in her late sixties. Elduran approached her, knowing that securing a room was the best course of action. He noticed Cyndaquil about to head up the stairs, nose to the ground.

    "Forge, come here, please," Elduran called, and Cyndaquil obediently returned to him. Elduran picked him up and, moving back towards the entrance, whispered, "When the lady isn''t watching, find out which door the scent is coming from, then come right back to me, okay?" Setting Cyndaquil down, he hurried over to where the woman was seated, positioning himself far to her left so that she had to turn her head away from the staircase. Elduran doubted Cyndaquil understood the details of his plan, and even if he did, compliance was uncertain.

    The idea was simple: if Cyndaquil could discern the correct floor, Elduran would request a room there, stalling for time. "I apologize, my Cyndaquil is incredibly curious," he said, catching the woman¡¯s attention as she turned towards him. From the corner of his eye, Elduran saw Cyndaquil wait patiently until her gaze was averted before trotting up the stairs. Elduran noted with satisfaction that Cyndaquil was truly improving.

    "Hello, sir. I''m sorry, but we don''t have any rooms available," the old lady informed him.

    Elduran was astounded. A hotel in Dirthrow, in this godforsaken town, completely booked? It seemed impossible. He might not be the sharpest, but he prided himself on his way with words. There had to be a trick to this, surely those four had secured the entire inn. He needed a clever approach to glean more information. Direct confrontation was out of the question; that would be too blatant. Aisha, with her keen instincts, would undoubtedly assess whether this woman was a mere employee, the owner, or perhaps linked to the organization. An idea struck him¡ªthe possible watchers had been staying here for nearly ten weeks, if his memory served him right.

    "Oh, what a pity! I was here four months ago and would have loved to rent one of your rooms again. It was such a delightful experience. Are you really fully booked? When might a room become available?" inquired Elduran.

    "I''m afraid you misunderstand. The rooms are unavailable because we''re renovating. I wasn''t working here back then¡ªthe previous owner sold this place, and the new owner hired me," explained the old lady.

    "If you¡¯re renovating, why is the door open?" Elduran asked, realizing he might be scrutinizing her too closely. Hastily, he added, "Had there been a sign saying ''closed,'' I wouldn¡¯t have bothered you. Your time is valuable," though he was certain there was no construction occurring in the building.

    "Oh, don''t trouble yourself over my time. The new owner wanted to leave the door open to give the impression that the establishment is still operational. It''s one of his peculiarities. Plus, he likes not having to unlock two doors to get to his room. I can''t quite grasp how that makes any sense," the old lady replied.

    This was beyond Elduran''s comprehension. The notion that they had purchased the entire property merely for those four to play the role of scholars utterly puzzled him. It might be advantageous to determine which floor they resided on, yet he felt confident that Cyndaquil had likely already deduced that; Elduran hadn''t even noticed him descend; suddenly, he was already standing right beside him. This was far preferable, as he preferred not to have her inform them about a man nosily inquiring about them. Aisha sent a message indicating she would converse with the lab coat-clad individual she had mentioned the previous day, accompanied by a photograph of a man and a woman. Two out of the four faces were now etched in his memory. He responded with an emoji he customarily sent to his companions. His task here was complete. This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.

    "I regret that I am unable to rent a room at this time. Perhaps on another occasion. Have a wonderful day!" Elduran conveyed to her.

    "Take care, sir," responded the elderly lady.

    As he approached the exit, two individuals entered: a dark-skinned, heavyset man, completely bald, and a slender woman with cascading blonde hair. They matched Aisha''s description exactly; all four faces were now engrained in his memory. Jackpot! He regarded them with an air of innocence.

    "Hello! It seems this establishment is closed due to renovation. What a shame. It''s the ideal spot if you wish to stay near the gym," Elduran remarked.

    The man scrutinized him, contemplating a reply. "Yes, indeed. We''re here to tally the materials required for the renovation."

    Catching a lie would be effortless, Elduran mused, but his goal was to become a forgotten encounter. So he played along.

    "Well, best of luck to you! I''ll leave you to it. Farewell!" Elduran said as he departed the premises followed by Cyndaquil.

    Upon stepping out, he turned right, and then quickly took another right into a narrow alley barely wide enough for a car to squeeze between the buildings. Elduran began counting windows, estimating two per room¡ªone for the bathroom, one for the sleeping area. He counted eight in total, suggesting four rooms on each side, amounting to eight rooms per floor. The alley behind the apartments expanded into a broad road, easily accommodating two cars. Thus far, the only vehicles Elduran had encountered were trucks, likely transporting stone from the quarries on the town''s outskirts to the north, where the monorail station was situated.

    Elduran released Vivillon and knelt beside Cyndaquil.

    "Were you able to find out which room they''re in, Forge?" Elduran inquired of Cyndaquil.

    "Cyyyyn," responded Cyndaquil.

    Vivillon was on the verge of speaking, but Elduran gestured her to pause.

    "Hold on, before you translate, let me attempt to understand him myself. I owe him that," Elduran said to Vivillon. He turned back to Cyndaquil, "Is it the first floor?" he asked, motioning towards the second-floor windows of the building.

    "Cyyyyyyyyn," growled Cyndaquil in reply.

    "So, that''s a no. Third floor it is, then," Elduran chuckled, moving on to the more intricate query, "Which specific room? Viv, hold back for a moment, let him try to explain it to me," Elduran said.

    "Viiiii," Vivillon replied with a smile, clearly relishing the exchange between Elduran and Cyndaquil.

    Cyndaquil dashed across to the far side of the building, with Elduran in pursuit, not attempting to hold him back. Cyndaquil paused at the first window on the left as he faced the building from the rear. So, a back corner room, Elduran mused, likely for that bald one¡ªpresumably the leader, he speculated. This is valuable information, he thought. We''ve got all four of their faces and know their residence. A more productive day than he anticipated.

    "Excellent work, Forge!" Elduran praised Cyndaquil.

    "Cyyyyyn," Cyndaquil replied, just as Vivillon descended to embrace him with her wings.

    "Alright, Viv...you can release him now," Elduran gently reminded her.

    Vivillon released him. Elduran glanced at the road before him, his mind clouded with thoughts of the dismal hotel, oblivious to the coffee shop right in front of him. The sign proclaimed ''Traditional Fine Coffee''. His destination was clear. Another stone building, single-story, with a barely operable door, yet as long as the coffee was exceptional, its appearance mattered little to him. He stepped inside with Vivillon and Cyndaquil trailing behind. A young boy rudely brushed past, racing to what could loosely be called the counter. Essentially a large table, it supported four gas burners preparing coffee. The boy didn''t even offer an apology. He only turned momentarily to Elduran,

    "Awesome! You''re a trainer. We should have a battle," he declared without awaiting a reply, shifting his focus to the old man behind the desk, who was preparing drinks, likely for the only other two patrons in the room. There were just two tables, each with four chairs. These, alongside the larger one with burners and a register, occupied most of the space. At least the walls were coated with bright white plaster, lending the interior a sense of novelty uncommon in this town. Business appeared to be thriving, hopefully due to the quality of the coffee. "Could I get an Iced Latte, extra sweet?" the boy requested of the man.

    "Huh? I haven''t the foggiest what that is. Besides, I don''t even have any ice. I''m pretty sure I can''t assist you with that," the old man replied, and Elduran allowed a faint smile to play across his lips.

    "Really? What kind of lousy place is this? Well, it seems I''ll have to trudge all the way to the Pok¨¦Caf¨¦. What a pain," the boy grumbled as he turned toward the exit, the old man and the two patrons silently watching him.

    Elduran seized the boy''s arm, his voice firm, "I''ll say this just once¡ªyou need to return to that gentleman over there and offer him an apology," he said, gesturing towards the old man.

    "Let go of me. Just who do you think you are?" the boy challenged.

    "I''m the guy who''s going to kick your butt unless you go back and do the right thing," Elduran retorted.

    In a flash, the boy snatched both his Pok¨¦balls, his movements surprisingly swift.

    "If you don''t let me go right now, my two Pok¨¦mon will make you regret it, crazy grump. I¡¯m sure your Vivillon and Cyndaquil will jump in to defend you, and this place will end up in ruins. Then, you¡¯ll find yourself apologizing to him, not me, because I was just defending myself. Release me, or I let them loose," the boy warned Elduran.

    Elduran, seeing no other choice, set him free. The boy, still clutching his two Pok¨¦balls, addressed Elduran, "If you can beat me in a two-on-two Pok¨¦ball battle, I''ll come back and apologize to him. Let''s move, there''s a nice open area by the monorail station."

    "Alright, it''s a deal, let''s go," Elduran replied, sensing an opportunity, though lacking his Heracross, which was likely healed by now, added a layer of difficulty. He followed the boy out, postponing his coffee until after the battle. The boy seemed to be a first-year trainer, probably around sixteen, with medium brown hair and no facial hair, not even the stray hairs typical of teenagers. He wore a black leather vest without a shirt, heavily distressed jean shorts, and tan leather boots. A blue hat with a Pok¨¦ball logo sat atop his head, paired with blue prescription glasses. He was a short lad, no taller than ''5-5", appearing to be on the cusp of building some muscle on his lean frame.

    Elduran received a message from Aisha, urging him to meet her as soon as possible. Elduran contemplated the upcoming battle as an opportunity to grow stronger and was reluctant to cancel. He messaged Aisha, suggesting they meet near the monorail and mentioning a Pok¨¦mon battle he had planned with a baby opponent, someone a bit younger than she was.

    The northern side of town appeared noticeably more refined than the southern areas, with homes and shops looking as if they had been rejuvenated into new constructions. Upon reaching the monorail station, positioned by the sea and the river, the surrounding architecture appeared in immaculate condition. This was likely the neighborhood of the town''s politicians and quarry owners. The roads here were notably wide and, unlike the dusty paths elsewhere, were at least covered with gravel. Adjacent to the monorail lay a small dock, which was overshadowed by the monorail station, tenfold in size. The area buzzed with trucks offloading rocks into containers, which cranes lifted onto monorail train wagons. It was clear that there were far more trucks than passengers.

    Adjacent to the monorail and alongside the river sprawled a ravaged expanse, likely worn by relentless Pok¨¦mon battles. Elduran viewed it as the unofficial training grounds frequented by trainers in Dirthrow.

    "Alright, here we go. Two-on-two with one switch allowed. Are you good with a wager of 1000 cetis?" the young boy inquired.

    "Oh, so you want to put money on it too? How about this: if you win, I won¡¯t kick your ass. If I win, you crawl back over there and beg for forgiveness," Elduran proposed.

    "Fine by me. I enjoy putting loudmouths like you in their place. I¡¯m undefeated so far, and I doubt you stand a chance. I¡¯ve been training to be a Pok¨¦mon trainer since before I was ten, taught by one of the best," the young boy declared confidently.

    "Oh really, and who might that be?" Elduran mocked, a glint of skepticism in his eye.

    "As if I¡¯d tell a nobody like you. I¡¯m going to be known as Zane the Invincible, celebrated across all regions," Zane proclaimed.

    "Zane, huh? So you¡¯re aiming to become a champion, are you?" Elduran asked, amused by the boy¡¯s bravado.

    "Champion? They¡¯re nothing but assholes, slightly better than politicians¡ªif that. They have power but choose to do nothing with it," Zane retorted with disdain.

    "A freelance trainer, then? That¡¯s intriguing. Not many at sixteen aim for that path; they usually get nudged in that direction after they¡¯ve had their fill with the league. What made you despise the league at such a young age?" Elduran mused.

    "That''s none of your damned business. Are we doing this or not?" Zane snapped.

    Aisha arrived with Hatenna trailing behind her and Togetic gliding above. She looked at Elduran. "The meeting I mentioned will take place here. Two more participants will join us after your battle. So, this is the baby you talked about? Seems older than a baby, but judging by maturity and from what little I overheard, maybe you''re not far off," Aisha remarked.

    "Maturity? What do you know about maturity? You two, huh? Don''t make me laugh. Enough delay, we''re starting now. Once I crush you, I''m heading to the Pok¨¦caf¨¦ for some decent coffee," Zane declared, releasing a Mienfoo that immediately began punching and kicking the air.

    Elduran found it odd that Zane hadn''t waited for them to release their first Pok¨¦mon simultaneously. Either he was exceptionally skilled or just extremely overconfident. The Mienfoo appeared very energetic. Elduran instructed Vivillon to step forward.

    "Viv, unleash Gust!" Elduran commanded.

    "Mienfoo, Fake Out, then Pound," Zane instructed with a confident smile.

    Vivillon began to summon a gust, but Mienfoo reached her in a flash, striking her face with both palms, disrupting her Gust. It then followed up with a blow from its thigh.

    At least Fake Out can only be used once each time she exits her Pok¨¦ball, Elduran thought.

    "Mienfoo, Hone Claws!" Zane called out.

    So close to Vivillon, Elduran mused. The audacity of this kid.

    "Viv, use Psybeam!" Elduran ordered.

    Vivillon emitted a purple beam that shot toward Mienfoo.

    "Cancel and dodge, quickly!" Zane shouted.

    Mienfoo leaped to the side, but even in her agile dodge, Psybeam clipped her foot, causing her to lose her footing and crash to the ground. She skillfully rolled several times before rising again, though clearly in pain from the hit.

    "Another Psybeam, Viv," Elduran ordered, aiming to exploit the super effective power of psychic attacks against a fighting type.

    Just before Psybeam reached Mienfoo, Zane swiftly recalled her and released a Toxel. Without missing a beat, he retrieved a berry from his pocket and tossed it towards Toxel. Instinctively, Toxel opened his mouth and swallowed it whole with practiced ease.

    Elduran recalled that Toxel possessed the move Belch, a formidable attack best utilized at close range. To unleash it, Toxel required the consumption of any type of berry. Though he should have acted more swiftly, Elduran found himself truly impressed by this young trainer. The kid''s knowledge and ability to issue rapid commands stood out. Unafraid to halt attacks midway, he fought with the acumen not typical of a first-year trainer.

    "Viv, maintain your distance. Toxel isn''t known for long-range attacks. Initiate a Gust," Elduran instructed.

    "Charge straight towards her," Zane ordered.

    Toxel surged forward at a speed far exceeding Elduran''s expectations. As Vivillon unleashed a Gust, Zane shouted, "Tearful Eyes!"

    Toxel''s eyes welled with tears as he gazed at Vivillon, causing even the stoic Elduran to shift uncomfortably, let alone the delicate butterfly Pok¨¦mon. The gust attack, already set in motion, maintained its full force, yet Toxel charged through it, bracing his tiny feet and absorbing the brunt of the damage. Vivillon stood momentarily bewildered, a pang of guilt striking her as she faced an opponent weeping so intensely. As the gust subsided, Toxel, now bleeding from numerous wounds, leaped towards Vivillon with fierce determination, not waiting for any command from Zane.

    "Hold back on Belch for now; brush against her gently, Nuzzle!" Zane ordered.

    "Viv, step aside," Elduran directed, aware that she still grappled with the lingering effects of those tears.

    She attempted to dodge, yet her speed failed her, and Toxel was upon her in an instant, delivering a shock with one of the least potent electric attacks known in the world of Pok¨¦mon. However, this Nuzzle seemed far stronger than normal, and Vivillon suffered greatly, being a flying type vulnerable to electricity. Despite the excruciating pain, she persevered and, without waiting for a command from Elduran, unleashed struggle bug. Her body emitted a flurry of fuzzy needles, relentlessly bombarding Toxel into submission.

    "Toxel, Belch!" called Zane with a smile.

    As Toxel was plummeting to the ground, it let out an ear-splitting belch, unleashing a purple wave that crashed into Vivillon, causing her to faint almost instantly. Toxel too succumbed, knocked out by the struggle bug. Just before Toxel could hit the ground, Zane swiftly recalled him, sparing him the drop. Elduran made no such effort; Vivillon landed with a dull thud. He sighed and recalled her.

    "Forge, it¡¯s on you!" Elduran announced, noticing Zane¡¯s confident grin. Zane had accurately judged Vivillon to be the greater threat compared to Cyndaquil, and he managed to bring her down using, perhaps, his least formidable Pok¨¦mon. His Mienfoo seemed like the danger. Elduran acknowledged Zane''s tactical advantage.

    Zane reintroduced Mienfoo to the fray. Without delay, he commanded, "Hone Claws!"

    "Ember, Forge!" Elduran countered.

    Mienfoo began sharpening her claws as Cyndaquil unleashed a fiery ember from his mouth, aiming directly at her. Just as she finished honing, and just before the ember reached her, she swiftly dodged to the side. Without any command, she darted toward Cyndaquil.

    "Smoke screen, Cyndaquil!" Elduran shouted, feeling his confidence waning.

    "Go in and use Force Palm," Zane instructed.

    Cyndaquil enveloped himself and the surrounding area in smoke, but Mienfoo plunged in regardless.

    "Sniff him out, evade his attack, and then strike with Ember," Elduran ordered.

    Neither trainer could see the ongoing battle. As the smoke cleared, Cyndaquil was emitting a continuous stream of flames toward Mienfoo, who held up her hand, absorbing most of the intense heat to protect her body.

    Cyndaquil is definitely upping his game, Elduran thought to himself.

    "Alright, Mienfoo, let''s end this¡ªDrain Punch!" Zane commanded.

    Mienfoo charged headlong at Cyndaquil through the flames, its fist poised for a life-draining energy punch that would heal some of the damage Mienfoo had sustained along the way.

    ¡°Dodge swiftly, Forge,¡± Elduran commanded.

    To Elduran''s surprise, Cyndaquil evaded the attack just in the nick of time, employing a barely functional quick attack as a means of escape. Not bad, Elduran mused; there was potential there, if only Cyndaquil''s attacks weren''t so feeble.

    ¡°Ember, once more,¡± Elduran instructed, begrudging the fact that it was the sole viable offensive move in this predicament.

    ¡°Detect,¡± Zane declared confidently.

    As the ember neared Mienfoo, it deftly sidestepped with a split-second dodge, almost as if she had teleported. In the blink of an eye, Mienfoo stood before Cyndaquil, executing a Force Palm that paralyzed him and swiftly concluding with a Drain Punch.

    Elduran returned Cyndaquil to its Pok¨¦ball. ¡°You performed beyond my expectations,¡± he admitted. He then turned to Zane, ¡°You truly have a knack for being a trainer, kid. A deal is a deal, so I''ll let you off the hook today; however, you''re still an absolute jerk. Try to show some courtesy to others. You don''t need to be kind or polite, just don¡¯t be a dick.¡±

    "Whatever," Zane remarked as he withdrew Mienfoo and made his way toward the town.

    Aisha caught up to him, "Wow, that kid''s impressive. I searched the database and couldn''t find a first-year trainer named Zane. But there is a Zanexanthos. Makes sense to go by Zane, don''t you think? What kind of name is that anyway?"

    Elduran turned to her and said, "If you ask me, he''s exceptionally talented. He wasn''t boasting either, likely because he was trained by a skilled mentor. That Toxel has been with him long before his sixteenth birthday. Though not officially his, someone kept it for him as he trained. Mienfoo is indeed a strong Pok¨¦mon, so it''s plausible to see it become this powerful in a short span if the trainer is adept. Assuming he acquired it at sixteen, it makes sense."

    "Damn, you''re becoming me in every way," Aisha remarked.

    "I''m not turning into you, but I do have a knack for assessing Pok¨¦mon strength, you know," Elduran replied.

    "Well, his grandfather is none other than Gaidin Freeks. The man who, years ago, dared to challenge the Hoenn champion not once, but six times, reaching the finals on each occasion. Nearly four decades have passed since he faced the previous Hoenn champion. He''s also immensely wealthy, commanding the majority of the trucking industry in Hoenn and overseeing the entire network of monorail trucking wagons in Tenera. A decade ago, at the age of 62, he came here, conquered all the gym badges, secured residency, and decided to settle down, all while maintaining his trucking empire in Mauville City, Hoenn."

    "But why on earth did he come here?" Elduran inquired.

    "His entire family¡ªhis wife, his son, his three daughters and their spouses, along with his grandchildren, except for his younger daughter''s son, who was only two at the time and remained with him in Mauville City¡ªvisited Lavaridge Town to enjoy the hot springs for a weekend, and all perished. I think you can guess the rest," Aisha said.

    "Blast it, the Groudon incident¡ªLavaridge is practically wiped off the map now. I heard it''s down to about ten residents. So, this grandson is Zane, and the old man settled here because it¡¯s the only region untouched by Legendary Pok¨¦mon attacks?" Elduran inquired.

    "As you probably guessed, he wanted to shield his last surviving family member, Zanexanthos," Aisha replied.

    "That explains his disdain for the Pok¨¦mon league trainers. It all falls into place," Elduran nodded.

    "True, he''s had a tough run, but I bet Gaidin taught him to battle with Pok¨¦mon as soon as he could talk," Elduran mused.

    "Look at you, admiring him. Oh, I see it now, you''re about the same age¡ªdid you start to fancy him?" Elduran teased with a grin.

    "What? Absolutely not! That immature kid," Aisha scoffed.

    "Oh no, I see what''s going on. You want to recruit him. That''s a big no from me¡ªno more kids in this operation," Elduran asserted.

    "Alright, just throwing it out there. He probably despises the watchers, plus, he''s a capable trainer, and you know..." Aisha was interrupted as Elduran interjected.

    "If he lives through the next few years and we somehow survive as well, he can join us¡ªor honestly, by then, he might be so powerful that we''d end up joining him," Elduran sighed.

    "That''s fine with me; you''re the one who mentioned wanting a team. But there are a couple of people you should meet. Look, here they come now, from the distance," Aisha pointed out, as a man and a woman approached. Aisha quickly gave him the abridged version of her story with Jabari. She was obviously surprised when he didn¡¯t seem to object to the idea of forming a team, knowing so little about them. All Elduran cared about was that they weren¡¯t part of the Watchers and, like them, held a clear dislike for that group. Now, he just needed to gauge how deep that dislike ran and what measures they were willing to take to counter them.

    The man, exactly like Aisha had described, wore a lab coat. The woman appeared to be in her early thirties, with dark skin, fluffy black curly hair, and an athletic build. She donned a white tank top with gray joggers, complemented by white sneakers, and had two Pok¨¦balls clipped to her waist. Jabari also had two Pok¨¦balls.

    As they drew nearer, Jabari''s fianc¨¦ spoke first, her words cutting through the air with precision. "Let''s dispense with the pleasantries¡ªthe handshakes and all that jazz can wait until we know there''s a need for them. If we''re not going to work together, there''s no point in getting acquainted. What exactly is your aim with the Watchers? Actually, scratch that. We''ll go first. Jabari was somewhat frank with Aisha earlier. We''re gathering information to expose them, hoping that some government or league can finally put an end to them."

    Elduran marveled at her directness; it was his turn to speak. "Wow, straight to the point. I absolutely love it. We share the same objective, but here''s where we need to align: at least for myself¡ªthough I can''t speak for Aisha¡ªI''m willing to kill to keep them from knowing I''m on their trail. Otherwise, I just don''t see how we can succeed," Elduran asserted.

    "What on earth is wrong with those two?" Aisha burst out, unable to contain herself any longer.

    "I cautioned you about her," Jabari said with a sly smile.

    "This is bizarre¡ªI don''t even know her name," Aisha admitted.

    "Her name''s Anaya," Jabari interjected on her behalf.

    Anaya turned to Jabari, saying, "You see, I told you they are far more serious about this than we are. I don''t think we can actually kill anyone. Oh well, it was worth a try."

    Jabari locked eyes with her, his face fell, and he murmured, "My love, I don''t think we have a choice in this matter. What do you suppose they''ll do if they find out we spared any of the Watchers? At least after we''ve gathered all the information we need from them."

    "Fuck," was all Anaya could muster.

    "Who are ''they''?" Elduran asked.

    Jabari turned to Anaya, studying her intently. She nodded. Jabari then faced Elduran, "We¡¯re working for someone."

    "You left that out of our conversation," Aisha interjected angrily.

    "Just let him speak. Who are ''they''?" Elduran asked with icy calm.

    "This is ''they,''" Jabari announced, raising one of his Pok¨¦balls and allowing it to settle on his palm. It was an Ultra Ball; in fact, both of them were.

    "You¡¯re working for a Pok¨¦mon? You¡¯ve lost your mind," Elduran exclaimed.

    "Oh shit," Aisha muttered, her voice quivering. "I had a feeling this was bound to happen sooner or later. All my theories and suspicions... I just couldn''t fathom that none of them would call on us for help. They''re actually being manipulated and used as tools even more than our regular Pok¨¦mon," Aisha concluded.

    "Am I missing something here?" Elduran asked.

    "I must say, you seem way smarter than you are," Anaya remarked.

    "You¡¯d be surprised how knowledgeable he is about some topics, and how utterly clueless about others," Aisha said to Anaya, then turned her attention to her partner. "Elduran... he has a legendary Pok¨¦mon in that ball."

 Chapter 11 - The Hit

    Chapter 11 - The Hit

    "How the fuck do have a legendary Pok¨¦mon inside a mere Ultra Ball? That''s downright impossible," Elduran exclaimed to Jabari.

    "They''re in there by choice," Jabari replied.

    "It''s incredible that even willingly, a Pok¨¦ball can contain a legendary Pok¨¦mon," Aisha marveled.

    "Well, a regular Pok¨¦ball or even a Great Ball couldn''t manage it, but we found that the Ultra Ball could. Still, if they wanted to break free, they could. This is the third Ultra Ball. They seem to be improving, and I think they''re starting to appreciate the environment the ball creates for them," Jabari explained.

    "Which Pok¨¦mon do you have in there?" Elduran inquired calmly.

    "Not here," Anaya interjected. She began to walk further away from the town towards the river and a half-standing stone bridge. "Let''s continue past the river, behind those huge rocks up ahead."

    The others simply nodded and began to follow her. As they crossed the bridge, Anaya turned to Elduran. "How is it that you two are chasing the Watchers with just two Pok¨¦balls, while she has four?" she asked, gesturing at Aisha.

    "I''ve got three¡ªone''s at the Pok¨¦mon Center. I haven''t been a trainer for long; I was more of a gun-and-shoot kind of guy growing up. But don''t underestimate Aisha; she''s a force with just those four. I notice you only have two as well, and so does Jabari," Elduran replied.

    "I only have two because I don''t battle with Pok¨¦mon. My profession is being an artist," Anaya explained.

    "A professor and an artist¡ªthis team''s shaping up to be quite the formidable force," Elduran commented sarcastically.

    "You can drop the sarcasm, Elduran. Always focus on a person''s strengths rather than their weaknesses, and then plan according to the team''s assets," Jabari advised.

    "Wow, that sounded really wise. Unfortunately, the meaning went right over my head," Elduran quipped.

    Once they were behind the massive rocks, Jabari picked up both of his Ultra Balls.

    "Each of these holds a legendary Pok¨¦mon," he revealed.

    "Why am I not surprised?" Elduran remarked.

    "Listen up: here''s a word of advice¡ªnever threaten them; instead, treat them as equals. In fact, it might be wiser to regard them as your superiors. One of them, Meltan, seems weak at the moment, but don¡¯t be fooled; they can easily break free from their confines whenever they choose. Perhaps ''weak'' applies only in the context of battle. There''s something inherently elusive about these mythical beings; in their digital form, they¡¯re nearly impossible to contain. Almost as if their strength lies in their limitless potential," Jabari asserted.

    "Meltan are undeniably adorable, and although it¡¯s rare to encounter one, they are among those mythical Pok¨¦mon you can actually encounter. Still, every trainer has been warned to never attempt to imprison any of them. When 201 Meltan fuse together, they transform into an alpha Meltan which gains the power to summon all of the other Meltan to its location to become a Melmetal. Those foolish enough to hold a Meltan against its will should prepare themselves; once a Melmetal emerges, they carry the collective memories of the Meltan from which they originated," Aisha explained.

    "That''s spot on. But how exactly did you come by that knowledge?" Jabari inquired.

    "I enjoy reading about legendary Pok¨¦mon myself," Aisha fibbed.

    "Ah, I see. A clever reply, but now how about the truth?" Jabari pressed.

    Aisha glanced at Elduran, who found the situation amusing. She knew he would simply urge her to confess. "Go ahead, tell them," Elduran encouraged.

    "I''m so getting fired. Anyway, I work for the Kanto Intelligence Agency. I''ve been sent here on a covert mission by my superior, somewhat against the agency''s directives. He and I firmly believe the Watcher''s main base is in Tenera, a belief most agencies across various regions dismiss," Aisha revealed.

    "Wow, an agent. Now I''m beginning to think that having a professor and an artist in your group might be a little foolish. Sorry, Elduran, but maybe you''re right," Anaya remarked.

    "Certainly more comforting than being a journalist," Jabari commented with a smile. "That does shed light on your knowledge of Meltan and Melmetal."

    "I am a former APSO from Kanto. I''ve spent my life training to counter these powerful Pok¨¦mon, yet this is the first I''m hearing about how a Melmetal comes into existence," Elduran confessed.

    "How is it possible for an APSO member to own Pok¨¦mon?" Jabari inquired.

    "I resigned, that¡¯s how," Elduran replied.

    "And you opted to become a Pok¨¦mon trainer?" Anaya interjected.

    "Indeed," Elduran replied with brevity.

    "No more information forthcoming, is there?" Anaya pressed.

    "None," Elduran confirmed.

    "Very well, no need to push, my dear. He will reveal more when he''s ready. Now, regarding the second Pok¨¦mon. It¡¯s Mew," Jabari announced.

    "Fuck," was all Elduran managed to utter.

    "Indeed, they possess great strength. However, it is not overwhelming. I am confident that high-ranking league trainers can manage them. They aren''t really combative by nature. The main concern is their ability to annihilate us all with a single psychic strike, but such is the case for any powerful Pok¨¦mon out there," remarked Jabari.

    "They are assessed as a level 6 threat. Legendary Pok¨¦mon begin to appear at level 5 on the threat scale. At least, that''s how APSO would categorize them," Elduran added.

    "I''m not entirely knowledgeable about that, but remember this: always show respect and acknowledge their superiority. For now, I''ll release only Mew. I''d prefer to share the tale of how Mew, Meltan, and I came to travel together and pursue the Watchers, with them outside their Pok¨¦balls. Are you prepared?" Jabari inquired.

    "Sure, just go ahead. I only wish I had my dang bow with some dark-infused arrows right now," Elduran remarked cautiously.

    "Let them loose already," Aisha urged, her voice brimming with excitement.

    Jabari lifted an Ultra Ball and pressed the button, releasing a red beam that materialized into Mew.

    Mew hovered slightly above the ground, scanning the surroundings with keen interest, especially at the unfamiliar faces of Elduran and Aisha. Then, they unleashed a potent psychic blast, leaving only Elduran standing, while the other three lay sprawled on the ground. "Mew, they''re not enemies; they''re here to assist us. They''re also targeting the Watchers," Jabari explained, dusting himself off as he rose. Mew appeared to be communicating telepathically with Jabari¡ªmuch like Hatenna does with Aisha, Elduran mused. Despite Jabari''s assurances, Mew''s demeanor remained visibly perturbed. Undeterred, Elduran approached Mew, who regarded him with curious eyes. With audacity, he positioned himself directly in front of Mew, a mere breath away. "Elduran, are you insane? Do you want to die?" Jabari exclaimed. Elduran ignored Jabari, locking eyes with Mew. "Listen here, you piece of shit. You can pretend to be a deity among us, but frankly, I don''t give a shit. I know you could unleash your psychic powers on me right now, and my final vision in this world would be of you¡ªa grim way to leave. But, honestly, I don''t care. I''ve faced Legendary Pok¨¦mon far mightier than you: Kyogre, Ho-Oh, Darkrai, and several others, but most notably, your counterpart, Mewtwo, and I¡¯ve lived to tell the tale. So your grand entrance here, pretending to be some hot shit, doesn''t impress me in the least. I need the Watchers eliminated, and it appears we share that objective. So cooperate, act like a responsible ally, and let¡¯s get down to business," Elduran declared.

    Mew fixated on Elduran, then gradually relaxed, beginning to circle him with a curious air, as if analyzing him. The creature seemed genuinely happier.

    "What just happened?" Aisha inquired.

    "Hell if I know," Anaya responded.

    "I''ve never seen them happier," Jabari observed. "Mew actually likes him."

    "I was aiming for the opposite effect," Elduran confessed.

    "All right, here goes the next one," Jabari said, releasing Meltan. Upon seeing Elduran and Aisha, Meltan immediately dashed to Jabari''s leg and clung tightly.

    "It''s okay, little one," Jabari said, lifting Meltan gently. "These are friends; they''ll help us find your siblings or... other you. Honestly, I''m not entirely sure how that works."

    "Help you find them?" Aisha questioned.

    Anaya grinned, approaching Jabari and Meltan. Pointing to Meltan, she remarked, "Amusingly, the Watchers'' attempt to gather Meltan is how we''ll locate them. The challenge is this Meltan needs to reach 201 fused Meltan before theirs do."

    "So this Meltan can detect where the others are?" Aisha asked.

    "Not exactly, but once they''re nearby, yes, they can," Jabari clarified.

    "And how do you know they''re not in another region?" Aisha pressed further.

    "That much Meltan can sense. This Meltan, with the help of Mew, had 169 Meltans fused," Jabari said, gesturing to the little Pok¨¦mon in his lap. "The last Melmetal rusted and fell apart in Tenera, so most of the Meltan should be here. As Aisha probably knows, the rusted pieces it leaves behind, in its last years of life before completely rusting out and dying, eventually¡ªafter hundreds of years¡ªare reborn as Meltan. And thus, the cycle continues," Jabari explained.

    "Why does Mew want to help Meltan?" Aisha inquired.

    "Simply because they wish to assist a fellow Pok¨¦mon. Yet, their goal extends to aiding all Pok¨¦mon who have endured mind control. For decades, Mew has been relentless in their pursuit of this understanding. They live in fear that if these formidable Pok¨¦mon decide they''ve had enough, they might annihilate humanity to ensure such enslavement never recurs. Imagine if they unite, unleashing their wrath upon everything in their path," Jabari said.

    "That''s what my agency fears the most, too," Aisha admitted.

    "I¡¯ve had enough of explanations. Okay, we¡¯re all here to go after these bastards. We need a plan to extract some info from them, assuming they are even Watchers. As far as I understand it, if they never see us, we might get some location. Also, we need to figure out what they seek in those books," Elduran stated.

    "He''s right, but we need to determine where they reside first," Anaya added.

    "Yeah, I got that. Since Mew can go invisible, let them fly into the room with them and stay hidden until we learn more. What do you think, Mew?" Elduran asked, looking at Mew.

    "Meeeeew," Mew responded, sending emotions and images to Elduran¡¯s mind, agreeing with him.

    "Try not to hurt anyone, Mew, for one, we¡¯re not sure they¡¯re Watchers, and killing them without thought might bring the police after us," Jabari cautioned Mew.

    "This looks like it will be a multi-day operation. I doubt they discuss their bases daily, and that assumes they even know where their bases are. Who knows, they might just be lowly grunts," Aisha speculated.

    "Aisha is right. Jabari, go with Elduran and direct Mew where they live, so they can start surveillance right away. Also, we can¡¯t keep going to the Library; we need to appear here for other reasons. Well, except for you, my love, they already know you¡¯re here for reading," Anaya said.

    "Well, Aisha and I are doing the gym challenge. I almost forgot about it. Training and battling the gym leader are good enough reasons for us to be here and gives us an excuse for staying a few days in Dirthrow," Elduran said.

    "Perfect. I¡¯ll start painting, selling art in the plaza in front of the Library and Gym," Anaya declared.

    "By the way, we¡¯re staying on the west side of town at a small hotel, cheaper even than the Pok¨¦mon Center," Jabari noted.

    "We¡¯re staying at the Pok¨¦mon Center. Elduran is a first-year trainer after all. Free room for him," Aisha smiled.

    "Alright, let¡¯s all exchange addresses and phone numbers. Then you, me, and Mew, let¡¯s head to where these punks are staying," Jabari suggested.

    Mew began flying fast, darting through the air, bombarding the surroundings with psychic blasts, looking both overly excited and threatening at the same time.

    After exchanging phone numbers and addresses, they parted ways. Aisha decided to arrange a date for the gym challenge, while Anaya returned to her room to gather supplies for a painting she intended to create in the plaza in front of the Gym and Library. The artwork would beautifully capture the two buildings standing side by side. Elduran and Jabari headed to the hotel, with Mew reluctantly agreeing to return to their Pok¨¦ Ball, just in case they lost control and someone saw them.

    As Elduran and Jabari approached the hotel, there was an intriguing detail in the professor''s peculiar tale that had gone unspoken. Elduran pondered whether this omission was intentional or simply overlooked; regardless, he knew inquiry was the sole path to enlightenment.

    "So, Professor, how did you and Mew end up on that whimsical venture together?" Elduran inquired.

    "Ah, you''re right, I failed to mention that," Jabari acknowledged.

    "Aisha believes they sought your assistance, but I find that hard to accept," Elduran remarked skeptically.

    "You are mistaken in that respect," Jabari responded. "I comprehend your viewpoint¡ªbeing involved with APSO, dedicating your existence to battling Legendary Pok¨¦mon, which breeds only hostility. Nonetheless, they truly sought our assistance, just as Aisha correctly foresaw."

    Elduran regarded him with skepticism and asked, "So, why you? Why were you the one they chose?"

    Jabari grinned and fixed his gaze firmly on Elduran''s eyes. "Quite simply," he replied, "it was a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was deep in thought in Vlastisi Forest near Dasos City, musing aloud about my aspirations to protect legendary Pok¨¦mon and learn to communicate with them to become a professor specializing in their lore. It seems Mew overheard me. They approached, clearly misinterpreting my intentions. Though I never spoke of confronting the Watchers, now that I understand, even if Mew had vanished, I would still feel compelled to bring them down. , the grief they endure is immense. They suffer profoundly because of the Watchers'' actions towards other Pok¨¦mon. Their agony has persisted for years."

    "Talk about bad luck. Why in the world were you having a monologue in the middle of the forest?" Elduran inquired.

    "Oh, that? I was examining some fascinating ruins¡ªI believe they might be connected to Celebi," Jabari replied.

    "You''re hopeless, truly," Elduran remarked.

    "That I am, my friend," Jabari chuckled.

    "I noticed you only have two Pok¨¦balls, so it''s just Mew and Meltan? No Pok¨¦mon of your own?" Elduran asked.

    "Nope. I find Pok¨¦mon battling somewhat cruel and keeping them in Pok¨¦balls doesn''t sit right with me, although I know some Pok¨¦mon enjoy it. I bear no grudge against those who choose differently, as long as the Pok¨¦mon willingly follow the trainer," Jabari explained.

    "As a professor, you''d be the only one without Pok¨¦mon partners," Elduran observed.

    "I''m friends with many Pok¨¦mon. I live on the outskirts of Vrachos City; they come and go as they please, and I always welcome them into my home, assuming they fit. I enjoy living in harmony with them," Jabari said.

    "And how do you manage for protection?" Elduran questioned.

    "Well, I''ve got Mew, which I believe offers quite a solid layer of protection," Jabari remarked with a grin. "Before that, I had a handgun, though I¡¯m a dreadful shot. It¡¯s now safely locked away, rendered useless since Mew and Meltan came into the picture; the trigger won¡¯t even budge. It''s amusing, really, how effectively they''ve integrated this technology. But I do agree; it certainly keeps personal power in check," Jabari continued. The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

    "Tell me about it," Elduran mused.

    "You''ve been with APSO for over a decade. Last I recall, you mentioned Ho-oh¡ªthe latest Legendary Pok¨¦mon attack. That one hit Saffron, right?" Jabari inquired.

    "I spent 15 years in APSO, joined as soon as I could at 16. You''re right, Ho-oh was the most recent attack," Elduran replied.

    "So, you''d be 31 now. Life gives me a five-year lead, I''m sure my hair will start turning white soon as I near 40," Jabari laughed. "What made you change careers after the Ho-oh attack?" he pressed.

    "Honestly, I''d had my fill of being jerked around by these powerful Pok¨¦mon, always reacting to attacks instead of addressing the root of the problem. Plus, Aisha pointed out that I harbored a secret longing to be a Pok¨¦mon trainer¡ªit was just well-buried. But still, Pok¨¦mon trainers surpass firearms in strength. It''ll take time, but I must keep growing stronger," Elduran explained.

    "I see. It all depends on how skilled you are in each field. I''m pretty sure you''d beat me with firearms if I faced you with a Pok¨¦mon," Jabari chuckled.

    "Perhaps, who can say? Anyway, this is the spot. The dark-skinned, bald fellow is lodging in that room over there," Elduran remarked, gesturing toward a corner room on the third floor of the hotel.

    "Alright, maybe Mew can turn invisible and slip through the bathroom vent. It seems big enough for them," Jabari suggested.

    "True, but they¡¯ll need to break open the vent grilles. As a psychic, I¡¯m sure they can manage that quietly," Elduran replied.

    Jabari ensured no one was watching before he released Mew. Upon emerging, Mew was promptly instructed to become invisible, which they did willingly. Jabari then continued, "Mew, look up at that vent on the third floor. We suspect the leader, a dark-skinned bald man, is there. Break through those vent grilles and slip inside¡ªjust keep it quiet," he directed.

    Elduran approached the spot where Mew had been set free. Though they were hidden from view, he presumed they remained there. He was prepared to deliver his own speech, so he began, "Listen, this will require time. You can''t stay inside indefinitely, but avoid harming anyone. We need locations, any piece of information really. You will have to take breaks; the downside of this approach is that we''ll never obtain concrete proof. I wish we could establish some surveillance in there," Elduran remarked.

    A subtle push from behind nearly sent him off balance, though Elduran managed to steady himself. The culprit was evidently a prankster, he mused. Clearly, Mew wasn¡¯t where it had been released. Suddenly, a flood of emotions and images filled his mind¡ªMew was communicating with him. At that moment, Elduran recognized an intelligence comparable to that of humans. Mew comprehended everything with remarkable clarity. Moreover, it conveyed that each night, when the man retired to bed, they would return to Jabari to share any newfound information and rest, as their invisibility failed during slumber.

    ¡°That¡¯s acceptable,¡± Elduran reassured them. ¡°Jabari, they''ll return to you every night,¡± he informed him.

    ¡°Yes, I understand. Mew was conversing with me simultaneously. With practice, you¡¯ll discern with whom else they communicate as they speak to you. I¡¯m unaware of any other Psychic Pok¨¦mon capable of such a feat, perhaps only the legendary ones can do that,¡± Jabari replied.

    Elduran watched as the grilles of the vent shattered silently, then descended gracefully to the floor. Jabari picked them up swiftly. Mew was inside. It was time to make their move.

    ¡°Now that that¡¯s taken care of, I¡¯m finally heading over to grab some coffee from across the street. Care to join me?¡± Elduran inquired.

    ¡°I¡¯ll accompany you, but I must confess, I cannot abide coffee; I¡¯m strictly a tea drinker, my treat though¡± Jabari replied.

    ¡°Alright then, thanks¡± Elduran said.

    After stepping inside and ordering a coffee for Elduran, Jabari took the cup and settled at one of the tables. They both sat down. Elduran sipped his coffee, and Jabari then began to speak.

    "You know, Anaya''s younger sister has remarkable skills with computers. She spent a few months in jail for hacking¡ªperhaps you could say too remarkable. I''m sure she would come if Anaya asked; she has a soft spot for her. No matter how unruly she was, Anaya always stood by her, blaming their parents for the way she turned out. Even I don¡¯t know all the details, but it¡¯s clear the girls didn¡¯t have the most loving father and mother," Jabari said.

    "You mean to set up surveillance? That¡¯s not a bad idea, Jabari. Where is she now?" Elduran inquired.

    "She¡¯s in Krion Village. That''s where Anaya is from," Jabari replied.

    Elduran pulled out his map to locate Krion. "Damn, it''s on the other side of the region," he remarked.

    "That¡¯s not a huge deal; you forget how fast the monorail trains are. It¡¯s a maximum travel time of a day, though she might need some extra time to prepare everything she''ll need to bring here. I¡¯ll talk with Anaya tonight and gauge how she feels about it," Jabari said.

    "Alright, having someone skilled with computers would be a significant advantage. I still need to find someone with capital. This operation we¡¯re undertaking, frankly, it requires money. At some point, we¡¯ll run out," Elduran stated.

    "That would certainly help. Since Mew and Meltan have basically taken over my life, I''ve been working at a pharmaceutical company in Vrachos, making healing potions for Pok¨¦mon¡ªthe same potions you find in Pok¨¦marts for trainers. So, I don¡¯t have huge savings either. Anaya is supporting us¡ªshe paints and sells her artwork as we go; she truly is something else," Jabari shared.

    "Yes, she seems quite capable," Elduran agreed.

    "Oh, she definitely is! I¡¯m so lucky to have her," Jabari said.

    "Alright, I need to retrieve my other Pok¨¦mon from the Pok¨¦mon Center and then get some training in. I also have to challenge the gym," Elduran declared.

    "Okay, you handle that. I¡¯ll head to the library and see if those goons returned the books," Jabari replied.

    Elduran finished the last of his coffee, then both got up, exited the coffee shop, and went their separate ways.

    ***

    Aisha stepped into the grand edifice of the Gym, a massive round building crafted entirely from stone. In contrast to the rest of the town, this structure appeared far more modern, nearly matching the library in height. It boasted hundreds of windows encircling its three floors. Behind a sizable front desk sat a man, who looked up and offered her a warm smile. The wall behind him gleamed with pure tungsten¡ªa familiar sight to Aisha, as most gyms featured such walls to safeguard against Pok¨¦mon attacks. She reckoned the arena lay just beyond that formidable barrier of metal.

    "Hello, are you here to observe or participate?" the man inquired.

    He was a slender figure, his thick, prominent glasses being his most striking feature.

    "Participate," Aisha replied.

    "Alright, may I see your trainer ID, please?" he requested.

    Aisha handed over her card, which he promptly scanned on the reader.

    "You currently have zero badges, so it will be a two-on-two battle with one switch permitted. The gym leader, Stephanie Crock, specializes in dark-type Pok¨¦mon," he explained while typing away on his keyboard. He turned back to Aisha. "She has an opening five days from now, for the night match," he informed her.

    "Night match?" Aisha queried.

    "Indeed. She conducts two matches daily, one at noon and another at night. If you can afford to wait a little longer, the next available noon match is in twelve days," he replied.

    "What difference does it make? Isn''t it just an arena surrounded by metal?" Aisha asked.

    "Oh no, miss, Ms. Crock''s arena is akin to the league''s finals arena. It is open above; there is no metal ceiling, just a faint green laser roof, barely detectable. It turns red if a Pok¨¦mon touches it, leading to disqualification. The standards match those of the finals arena; attacks dissipate upon contact with the laser roof. From the third floor, you can view the match directly, without needing to rely on cameras. Unlike most gyms you might know, you''re not within the arena itself. Gym trainers and the gym leader issue commands from two small alcoves on the third floor. The laser roof lies just beneath your feet," the man explained.

    Aisha found this impressive. This laser technology was exceptionally costly and typically reserved for championship finals, allowing spectators to watch without the aid of cameras.

    "So, this structure is basically a ring. I assume, since she specializes in Dark types, her Pok¨¦mon thrive in darkness. Hence, trainers prefer the noon slot. With no roof, Pok¨¦mon benefiting from sunlight need to battle during the day," Aisha noted.

    "Absolutely correct. Additionally, Ms. Crock prefers the gym to operate without any lighting, day or night. The night slot, particularly when the moon is crescent, is so dark that even trainers struggle to see the action. There are only some faint purple lights on the third floor where observers are, so don''t expect any help from them," the man added.

    Aisha realized she might have a significant advantage. She had spent the last month training both Clefairy and Togetic in using Moonblast. Clefairy had become nearly adept at it, and with another week of practice, Togetic would perfect the move too. The move''s power increased under a full moon. Aisha pulled out her phone to check the next full moon, which was in eight days.

    "Is the night spot available eight days from today?" Aisha inquired.

    The man glanced at his computer and gave a nod.

    "So, you wish to have that night reserved?" he asked.

    "Yes, that would be wonderful, thank you," Aisha replied.

    "Alright then, you''re set to face Stephanie Crock eight nights from today. Good luck to you, challenger!" he announced.

    "May I ask when Zanexanthos Freeks is challenging the leader?" Aisha questioned.

    "Certainly, he''s slated to compete against Ms. Crock two days from now, with the match starting at 23:00," the man informed her.

    "How much is the admission for a match?" Aisha asked.

    "One hundred cetis, the standard rate for all gyms in Tenera," the man answered.

    "Thank you so much; you''ve been very helpful. I''ll take my leave now," Aisha said.

    "Take care, miss," the man replied.

    Aisha stepped out of the gym, noting the growing dusk. She checked her phone¡ªnearly eight o''clock. It was the ideal hour for training Moon Blast. Her gaze drifted to the library, where the unmistakable form of Faelan was slipping inside. Probably the start of his shift, she mused. Understanding his history now, his somber demeanor and lethargic gait all pieced together perfectly in her mind. It was evident that guilt gnawed at him. She didn''t even have the chance to probe Elduran about him. An inkling urged her to go inside and inquire if he belonged to APSO, but she realized she could easily find out on her own. Since he was situated in Kanto, it would only take her five minutes.

    She noticed the children with the Cubone from earlier that morning still perched at the entrance of the alleyway. She made her way toward them. To the left, the building bordering the alley appeared perilously decrepit. Aisha marveled that such a structure was permitted to remain in this condition¡ªclearly abandoned and facing the plaza that housed the two most significant edifices in Dirthrow. Its location was prime, yet a sign hung before it, declaring it for sale at the mere price of twenty thousand crimson cetis. How was it possible, she mused, that no one sought to invest in such a valuable site? This spoke volumes about the dire state of the town¡¯s economy. It seemed clear that only the northern part of Dirthrow received any attention, where the port, the train station, and the hub of the stone industry trade and export activities thrived. Aisha speculated that a hotel would be ideal in this spot, but then recalled the opposite side of the plaza. There lay another hotel¡ªclosed, yet its doors deliberately left ajar to arouse little curiosity. She could only assume that the economical lodgings situated further from the town¡¯s center were enjoying more prosperous business.

    As an idea dawned on her, she realized what this town truly lacked was a modern caf¨¦. After wandering through much of the town, she noticed there were plenty of traditional coffee houses and just the Pok¨¦caf¨¦ on the town''s southern edge for those seeking unusually automated brews. What the town needed was something in between. The building she had in mind was a square structure with two stories, capable of accommodating numerous tables. The offerings would be simple: coffee, tea, and snacks, all affordably priced. This venture could be a promising start to generating income. However, one significant concern lingered in her mind¡ªthey would have to place their trust entirely in Jabari and Anaya. Being citizens of Tenera, any investment they made together to purchase and renovate the property would be under their name. But, what other choice did they have?

    "Hello, kids and hello Boney!" Aisha greeted.

    Cubone responded with a happy growl.

    "Oh, it''s the kind lady," the little girl exclaimed as she ran and wrapped her arms around her.

    "What are your names?" Aisha inquired.

    "My name''s Taylor," replied the older child with thick black hair. He pointed to the other boy with dark brown hair. "This one''s Jake."

    "My name is Tress," announced the young girl with curly black hair.

    "How old are you all?" Aisha asked.

    "I''m fifteen, Jake is thirteen, and Tress is eleven," Taylor responded.

    "Wow, two years apart for all three of you¡ªhow cute. How about I give you kids ten cetis a day to inform me when four individuals enter and exit the library? These two are among them; I''ll need to describe the other two," Aisha proposed, showing them a picture she had sent to Elduran earlier that day.

    "We''ve seen those two numerous times. I''m pretty sure I know who the other two are; they''ve been frequenting the library for weeks. One is a guy with a bald head, and the other is a very skinny woman," Taylor said.

    "Indeed, that''s precisely correct," Aisha concurred, her focus shifting to a faint noise followed by a quick burst of light that lit up the western part of her surroundings. She speculated that perhaps some trainers had decided to duel in a Pok¨¦mon battle right there on the street.

    "We can do that for you, it''s quite simple," Taylor assured her.

    "Alright, here are ten cetis," Aisha said, passing the money over as the raucous sounds continued to echo from the west. The kids around her seemed unfazed, likely accustomed to the sight of tipsy locals enjoying Pok¨¦mon battles.

    Jake accepted it eagerly. "We can buy some broth and onions and make a big soup. Thank you, miss," he said.

    "And I thank you. The information you''ll provide will be valuable, especially in the coming days. Take care!" Aisha said.

    "What is your name?" Tress asked, her voice bubbling with excitement.

    "Oh, of course! My name is Aisha, little one," Aisha replied with a warm smile.

    Tress wrapped her arms around Aisha once more. "Thank you, Aisha. You are truly kind to us," she said, her heart full of gratitude.

    Aisha bent down to return the embrace before rising to start heading toward the southern edge of town. It was training time; she needed to sharpen her skills. Her moon blasts had to be perfect. But a text message halted her progress, prompting her to dash towards the west side of town.

    ***

    Jabari walked past the library, glancing around the plaza but finding no sign of Anaya. She must still be in her room, preparing for that night painting of the plaza she had planned. The darkness enveloped the area, and he considered the possibility that she was busy making a meal for them. As much as he knew her culinary skills left something to be desired, he still appreciated those efforts. He was undoubtedly the better cook. Jabari intended to ask her about reaching out to her sister before he lost himself in the library for several hours. He needed to unravel the motives behind these men¡¯s extensive reading on those legendary Pok¨¦mon.

    His thoughts also lingered on Elduran¡ªhis insight into their need for capital weighed heavily on him. He had someone in mind but felt hesitant about involving her. Anaya''s sister, Ashanti, had a wealthy acquaintance from her youth: the infamous Zendaya Mbeki. Always the supportive friend, Zendaya stood by Ashanti in every scheme she crafted, a steadfast ally in her quest to improve the world. While Ashanti was not a bad person, her perception of corruption was pervasive, leading her to break the law in her attempts to expose corrupt politicians and league members. Perhaps she was disillusioned, but her convictions certainly had merit.

    Jabari understood that Ashanti would leap at the chance to assist if Anaya revealed their intentions to expose the watchers. However, that would mean convincing Anaya to dissuade her sister from getting entangled with the watchers should she uncover even the slightest evidence, which could place her in danger. Yet, he knew Anaya longed for something that would keep Ashanti occupied¡ªsomething to prevent another reckless hack into politician¡¯s computers that might land her behind bars once more.

    On the contrary, Zendaya had endured her own tragedy, having lost both parents in a supposedly accidental collapse near the Agor docks. She had narrowly escaped that fate, thanks to her Braviary, which caught her in mid-air as she plummeted when the state-of-the-art crane her parents had purchased failed during a demonstration. Though labeled an accident, few truly believed it. It was fortunate for Zendaya that, unlike her parents, she possessed Pok¨¦mon of her own. Her family had garnered many enemies as the most affluent merchants and ship owners. Naive as she was, Zendaya had stepped up, hiring countless employees to manage her company while retreating into her heavily secured mansion. Before the tragedy, her life had revolved around traversing Tenera, forging bonds with Pok¨¦mon¡ªa passion that consumed her.

    There was a rift in the friendship between Zendaya and Ashanti, reasons unknown to Jabari and Anaya. Nevertheless, they kept in touch, and Ashanti still visited her from time to time in Agor, a journey easily accomplished in just a few hours by train from Krion. Zendaya made a point to visit Ashanti during her stints in prison, a clear indication that their bond remained strong. Jabari believed that through her friendship with Zendaya, Ashanti could provide them with both the expertise in computers they desperately needed and the capital to help carry out their plans.

    A hooded figure, accompanied by a Hitmonlee and a Hitmonchan, blocked his path. The narrow walkway was rendered impassable as they stood shoulder to shoulder, forming an unyielding barrier. Jabari waited quietly, expecting the man to command his Pok¨¦mon to step aside. However, a chilling truth crept over him¡ªthis man had no intention of letting him pass. He was an assassin. Stealing a glance over his shoulder, Jabari observed a Manectric and Nosepass effectively sealing off his retreat. His lone ally was Meltan. The streets lay nearly deserted despite the daylight, rendering any plea for help useless and likely to provoke an immediate assault. There was only one course of action: with all the urgency he could summon, Jabari released Meltan.

    "Meltan, I need your help¡ªapologies, my friend," Jabari uttered hurriedly.

    The hooded man was taken aback upon witnessing a Meltan emerge from the Pok¨¦ball.

    "Just finish him," he commanded tersely.

    Meltan emitted a growl, cloaking itself with acid as the ground trembled beneath Jabari''s feet. A rock erupted from the earth, razor-sharp, accelerating toward Jabari. Meltan unleashed a pale gray beam, slicing through the Stone Edge''s tip as it surged toward Nosepass, striking it squarely in the chest. Nosepass collapsed instantly.

    The Flash Cannon brilliantly illuminated the entire area, the sound of severed rock unmistakable, likely audible from a considerable distance. Jabari was certain now; people knew a battle brewed.

    "Watch out!" Jabari called to Meltan as a wave of electricity surged toward it. But Meltan, quick to react, mirrored the attack, sending an electric wave headlong into Menectric. The Thunder Wave versus Thunder Wave collided, creating a burst of dazzling light. Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan, unfortunately, flanked Jabari, ready to strike in mere seconds, leaving Jabari without an escape. Meltan could scarcely manage the remaining three foes while safeguarding him.

    Meltan darted toward Hitmonlee, ramming it while simultaneously electrocuting Hitmonchan, halting one from kicking and the other from landing a punch on Jabari. Meanwhile, Menectric charged, electricity coursing through its body toward Jabari. Yet again, Meltan performed the implausible, hurling its hexagonal nut, a part of its own head, at Menectric. The projectile struck Menectric squarely in the face, causing it to stagger into the nearby wall.

    Hitmonlee unleashed a mighty kick, propelling Meltan against the wall opposite where Manectric had landed. Despite the force, Meltan did not faint, as its Acid Armor had significantly bolstered its defenses. Hitmonchan advanced to strike Jabari, but its punch halted mid-air, grappling with an invisible force. Suddenly, with overpowering might, its fist recoiled, slamming back into its own face. At the same time, Hitmonlee was flung toward the cloaked man with such vigor that Jabari heard the unsettling crack of bones. Manectric, poised to sink its Thunder Fang into Jabari, encountered Mew, who interceded by unleashing Ancient Power. Stones rained down, battering Manectric until it collapsed to the ground.

    Mew then approached Meltan, channeling psychic energy into their feet and floating their hexagonal nut back into place. The two began to interact as Jabari crumpled to the ground, his legs giving way under the weight of the suspense and adrenaline. How many times had he nearly met his end today, he pondered. Mew turned its gaze toward the hooded trainer, eyes brimming with a malice Jabari had never witnessed before. The man was slumped against the wall, helpless in his seated position, unable to move his feet; either his spine lay shattered or his legs were utterly broken. Hitmonlee rose to safeguard its trainer, yet Mew employed Psychic, sending them crashing against the wall. In that tense moment, all Jabari could think was that these walls, whether dilapidated or not, showed no compassion.

    Mew then fixed their focus on the man, whose struggle was palpable. Though he remained motionless, he glared at Mew, barely managing to breathe as his neck strained and his hands clenched into fists. It lasted only three seconds before Jabari heard the sickening crack¡ª the man¡¯s head now twisted grotesquely to face the opposite direction of his chest. Mew then shattered all four of his Pok¨¦ Balls into fragments. While they inflicted no further harm on the man¡¯s Pok¨¦mon, it was clear that the four were receiving a stern admonishment; even Nosepass, likely roused from slumber by Mew¡¯s intervention, bowed its head and fled into the night.

    Meltan darted toward Jabari, leaping onto his neck and wrapping around him with a joyful squeal. Jabari raised his hand and embraced Meltan tightly, filled with gratitude for the little one. They had saved his life that night; without them, he would surely be dead. Today, he realized that Meltan was a force to be reckoned with. The fact that they had taken one opponent down and delayed the other three for as long as they did was nothing short of remarkable.

    "Thank you, little one. You did wonderfully tonight," Jabari said, squeezing Meltan a bit tighter in a show of appreciation. "Now I need to find some quality metal for you to munch on as a reward," he chuckled.

    Mew floated before him, radiating joy and relief.

    "You overheard them hiring a killer, didn''t you?" Jabari asked.

    The telepathic bond confirmed his suspicions. The bald man, Dan, had indeed ordered a hit on him.

    "Please tell me you didn¡¯t kill him," Jabari pleaded.

    Mew communicated that they had not. A wave of relief washed over Jabari.

    "Good. We still need to uncover their base of operations," he said, glancing at the body sprawled on the ground. "Now we must figure out how to explain this situation," he added, sending Aisha an SOS text along with his location. Remarkably, she arrived just a minute later, before the police could show up.

 Chapter 12 - Zane the Invincible

    Chapter 12 - Zane the Invincible

    Jabari awoke from a restless night. He glanced at his watch; it was already late in the morning, nearly ten o''clock. Exhausted from the struggle to sleep through most of the night, the weariness finally claimed him in the early hours. Meanwhile, Anaya, in the kitchenette, was endeavoring to be as quiet as possible, likely warming water for tea.

    She glanced back at him, noticing he had awakened, and rushed to his side. Lying close beside him on the bed, she embraced him and kissed him as though it were their very first kiss. It lingered for over ten seconds before she let him breathe, yet her eyes remained locked on his, saying nothing, simply gazing with those beautifully understanding eyes of hers. She wasn''t the romantic type, or so he thought he was; for her, everything needed a reason. Right now, she likely believed words were unnecessary, and she was probably right. Just looking into her eyes made him feel better already.

    He was compelled to initiate the difficult conversation that awaited him. She would undoubtedly urge him to abandon everything, and after last night, Mew would comprehend. They might be moved to Elduran, who would likely be amenable since they were ready to oppose the Watchers entirely. Her logic was probably sound, and any counterarguments failed to materialize in his mind. She was likely right; their contributions in this situation were marginal. Perhaps if he could examine the books, he might aid Aisha and Elduran, but he doubted he would ever possess the opportunity to hold even one of those books. Rightly so, if Elduran and Aisha could have Mew and Meltan¡ªtruly Jabari and Anaya¡ªas allies, it wouldn''t be a significant loss if they were no longer part of the plan. Reluctantly, he had to admit that Anaya''s sister, Ashanti, could indeed be of far greater value to Elduran and Aisha.

    "My love, we need to talk," Jabari said.

    "Yes, indeed, we must devise the most brutal ways to eliminate those four bastards," Anaya replied.

    Jabari was taken aback by her response. Was he hearing her right? Was this his pragmatic future wife speaking, or had someone else taken her place, he wondered.

    "Pardon me?" Jabari asked.

    "I said we need to kill those four bastards," Anaya reiterated.

    Upon awakening, Jabari noticed Grafaiai and Smeargle¡ªAnaya''s sole Pok¨¦mon companions¡ªcurled up around a pillow at the bed''s corner, with Meltan slumbering peacefully atop it. The two Pok¨¦mon had earnestly assisted Anaya in nursing Meltan back to health. The previous night, Mew had been the powerhouse, yet without Meltan, Jabari was acutely aware that he wouldn''t have survived. He was amazed at how fiercely Meltan had fought to save him. However, Jabari soon realized that Mew was nowhere to be found, and there seemed to be no reason for the Pok¨¦mon to remain invisible within the room.

    "Where''s Mew Anaya?" Jabari inquired.

    "Probably with those bastards, invisible right under their noses," Anaya replied.

    "Just to clarify, you still want to pursue them?" Jabari questioned.

    "Really? I thought you hadn''t been hit yesterday. What nonsense are you speaking?" Anaya retorted.

    "I''m just taken aback. After everything that went down yesterday, I figured this chat would head in a completely different direction," Jabari admitted.

    "You thought I¡¯d just say we should throw in the towel? After what they tried to pull on you? Absolutely not," Anaya insisted.

    "Honestly, yes. Next time, I might truly lose you, or you could lose me. What do we really bring to this group, my love?" Jabari said.

    "I pondered that, and as for myself, I may not offer much, but you, you are mistaken to think you bring nothing to the table. You provide wisdom. This group desperately needs you. Among us¡ªme, who sees only outcomes; Aisha, who seems overly driven by success if you ask me; and Elduran¡ªwell, Elduran is an entirely different story. He''s quite the enigma, pursuing the Watchers with little concern for success, more intent on doing what he believes is right, even if it means he perishes in the process. They need you to anchor them in reality. Just as you always do with me," Anaya said.

    "That''s just nonsense. All I do is highlight what your inner voice already bellows within your mind. Convincing you isn''t really my task," Jabari remarked with a smile.

    "You know you do much more than that. I was like a lost puppy until you found me. I didn''t deserve you then, and I still don''t deserve you now. But when it comes to this Jabari, I see potential in them both¡ªAisha and Elduran possess their own strengths, and it''s clear how well they complement each other. Yet, they need you to steer them in the right direction," Anaya said.

    "Yesterday, Aisha handled the police with remarkable finesse. Not that the officers were really invested. It still baffles me how they so readily accepted her story, or if they even bothered to scrutinize it. Concealing Mew¡¯s and Meltan¡¯s Pok¨¦balls in her bag and claiming she defeated him with her four Pok¨¦mon, while flaunting her six Kanto region badges, was sheer brilliance¡ªI nearly believed it myself. I still find it hard to grasp that she earned six badges with just those four. Not one of them fully evolved: a Hatenna, Marill, Togetic, and a Clefairy. Utterly incredible. She mentioned to them her dream of becoming a Fairy-type specialist. Elduran wasn¡¯t exaggerating when he spoke of her prowess as a trainer," Jabari remarked.

    "The cops bought it too easily, something feels wrong. I can''t fathom how no one seems to care about anything in this town. Her questioning only lasted half an hour, and then they just let you both go on your merry way¡ªwhat is up with that?" Anaya said.

    "Why did they ask her such an odd question about why she risked herself to save a stranger? I''ll admit, most people might flee and call the police, but after she mentioned that we knew each other, I noticed those two exchange glances and question her further, saying, ''What does that matter? You should have come to us first. Better one dead than two.'' Who says something like that?" Jabari exclaimed.

    "I can''t say for sure, Tenera is definitely chaotic, but this town tops it. They claim Zest City is the most dreadful place in Tenera you could ever visit, but I find it hard to believe any town could be worse than this one," Anaya remarked.

    "I''ve steered clear of Zest like a plague after hearing all the dreadful tales," Jabari remarked.

    "Same here," Anaya replied.

    "Turning to a more serious matter, if we truly intend to carry on with this plan, Elduran did have a valid point about installing surveillance in their room, perhaps a bug or a hidden camera. However, he confessed that he was terrible at handling such things," Jabari was saying when Aisha interrupted him.

    "Are you asking me if Ashanti can join us?" Anaya inquired.

    "I regret even bringing it up. Forget I mentioned anything. It''s too risky to involve more people. But we could work it out if Ashanti just told us what we need to take up there, what gear is required. Honestly, it''d be better if Mew stayed with us even during the day; their protection is priceless. It would liberate them from spending their days listening to ants. I can''t imagine they view those four any differently," Jabari said.

    "My sister coming here is a fantastic idea. She''s really down right now, doing her best not to do anything rash. Granted, this will be reckless, but I''ve heard her say in one of her conspiracy theories that the Watchers remain uncaught because they either are the government or they control it, meaning if I ask her, she''ll definitely come¡ªshe despises every government," Anaya said.

    "Are you certain about this, my love?" Jabari inquired.

    "It¡¯s a wonderful idea, and having Mew protecting you will surely comfort me," Anaya replied.

    "Alright, as you call her, I''ll go grab a hyper potion for the little one," Jabari remarked, eyes fixed on Meltan. "I''ll be right back. Then, it¡¯s off to the Library for me, acting as if nothing transpired. Time to make those punks squirm," he added.

    "That''s the spirit! They won''t dare do anything rash. Better to leave them doubting whether you know anything or not. Leave Meltan''s Pok¨¦ball here in the room and just carry them with you; they can easily tuck away somewhere in your clothes," Anaya advised.

    "Smart thinking. After the hyper potion, they''ll be as good as new. Just look at them¡ªevery scratch already gone from their body. I''m starting to think they might not even need it. If you thought regular Pok¨¦mon healed quickly, well, Legendary Pok¨¦mon seem to recover at double the rate," Jabari observed.

    "Just so you know, Mew and I... we''re on good terms now. They saved you, and I have immense respect and gratitude for them; I wanted you to know that. We had a meaningful conversation last night. Plus, after Elduran''s lecture, they¡¯ve been behaving much better. It''s like they''re actually our friend now, not just some superior, and more importantly, they genuinely seem to care for us. I just wanted to let you know," Anaya said.

    "That''s great to hear. I''m so happy about it," Jabari replied before kissing her. He then got up to dress and headed to the Pok¨¦Mart, ready to purchase a product he had developed an expertise in evaluating over the past decade.

    ***

    Aisha awoke quite late; the night before had been filled with events that were both pressing and critical. Nevertheless, after submitting her report to the police and ensuring that Jabari returned safely to his room, she devoted hours to training, concentrating intensely on honing Togetic''s Moon Blast and refining Clefairy''s technique. She promised herself to maintain this regimen in the nights to follow, committing to train each evening.

    Exiting the Pok¨¦mon Center, she made her way directly to Elduran. He was visible in the distance, deeply absorbed in his training. He was set to secure a slot to challenge the gym leader today, assuming he hadn''t already. Amid the whirlwind of yesterday''s chaos, she had neglected to ask him a question that persistently lingered in her mind.

    Elduran was undoubtedly improving. He was actively engaging in the training sessions. That skirmish with Zane had certainly elevated Cyndaquil in his estimation; he was particularly attentive to Cyndaquil''s progress, and it appeared that Cyndaquil had finally perfected its Quick Attack. It was a blur of motion. Yet, she wondered about the rolling maneuver Elduran had taught Cyndaquil to perform at the end of each Quick Attack. Perhaps he aimed to train it in Rollout; not a bad strategy, considering Quick Attack provides a speed boost, overcoming the speed-acquisition challenge when Pok¨¦mon begin mastering such moves. Elduran might be onto something indeed. Though his training methods might lack conventional efficiency, he unquestionably had his own unique approach.

    Aisha waited until Elduran had everyone absorbed in their drills. Heracross was diligently practicing Swords Dance, an exceptionally advanced move that would be a tremendous asset in the upcoming gym battle. In contrast, Vivillon appeared serenely relaxed, though it was clear that this was her natural approach. Aisha speculated that Vivillon was beginning to master Bug Buzz, experimenting with sound as she fluttered her wings¡ªa formidable technique for the battle ahead. Elduran seemed indifferent to whether he won or lost, yet he was determined to give his all and overwhelm the gym leader. As he noticed Aisha, he turned and walked toward her with purpose.

    "What¡¯s up, little light bulb?" Elduran inquired.

    "I had something to ask you yesterday, but it kept slipping my mind," Aisha admitted.

    "Go ahead!" Elduran encouraged.

    "I looked up someone named Faelan who was supposedly in APSO. Did you know him personally?" Aisha asked.

    "Faelan? Oh, I knew him well. One of the finest soldiers I''ve encountered, and so young too," Elduran replied.

    "He''s working as a security guard at the library now, doing the night shift. He was the one who helped me evict those two troublemakers," Aisha mentioned.

    "Really? I should pay him a visit at night then," Elduran mused.

    "You will? I mean, you don¡¯t hold any grudges against him?" Aisha questioned.

    "Why would I?" Elduran responded.

    "Because, according to the report, due to his reckless choice, he annihilated his entire squad while they attempted to rescue him," Aisha explained.

    "You know he left on his own, right? He wasn''t discharged," Elduran remarked.

    "What does that imply?" Aisha asked.

    "It wasn''t his fault, simple as that. His squad leader was old Greg, but the man didn''t always make the best decisions; he was too good-hearted for that role. Greg and I definitely led the most missions, but I wouldn''t have attempted to aid Faelan under those circumstances. What Faelan did was reckless, yet Greg''s actions were even more irresponsible. Had Greg survived, he''d have faced discharge; he endangered the entire city and his squad to save a single man. In the end, you might say he managed to save him, but it came at the cost of a third of the city''s population and his entire squad. It was a disastrous decision," Elduran concluded.

    "So you don''t hold Faelan responsible?" Aisha asked.

    "Not at all. That day was riddled with too many missteps. My unit had been stationed in Pallet Town, tasked with controlling a rampant Salamence that had developed a perilous hunger for humans. In cases involving non-legendary Pok¨¦mon, protocol dictates that old Greg''s unit is deployed first, with mine held in reserve for more severe threats. Yet, inexplicably, they sent us against a lone Salamence. However, they overlooked the fact that someone on Greg''s team had relatives in Cerulean. Faelan should have been pulled from the mission. In his position, I might have behaved similarly¡ªcharging ahead against orders¡ªbecause waiting patiently for the perfect moment to strike is unbearable when your loved ones are in jeopardy. Sometimes, all it takes is a matter of seconds, and in those brief moments, the destruction these Pok¨¦mon can unleash is immense," Elduran noted.

    "He is a wreck at the moment, barely speaking and appearing as if he bears the weight of the world on his shoulders every second of his life. He certainly doesn''t side with you. Yet, when I handed him the recording, he transformed right before my eyes. He straightened up, moved with a quick, deliberate stride, and handled those two as if they were mere children, even going so far as to kick Dan out the door, leaving him to land face-first on the pavement," Aisha recounted.

    "I have never witnessed anyone excel so profoundly in close quarters combat. While his rifle skills were lacking, his expertise with the shotgun and martial arts was unparalleled. His pistol accuracy was beyond belief¡ªI doubt anyone anywhere could rival him in that regard. He was both accurate and incredibly swift. I recall attempting to teach him archery when he was about nineteen, but he wanted no part of it. He argued, not unreasonably, that a pistol was superior in all aspects. However, I explained that should he ever find himself in the wilderness with nothing but his own resourcefulness, a bow could be his lifeline. Learning to craft a bow and arrows in nature is an invaluable skill, yet he dismissed my words," Elduran said.

    "That''s why he handled distraction duty in his squad," Aisha remarked.

    "Exactly. He''d approach the Pok¨¦mon and wreak havoc on their peace, creating chances for us to attack. With expertly aimed pistol shots, grenades, and utilizing the environment, all to ensure that those of us with rifles could land the perfect shot. Had he stuck around a few more years, he would have surely transferred to my team. Damn him and Robert¡ªthough we all call him Bob¡ªtogether, they could have kept any legendary Pok¨¦mon occupied indefinitely," Elduran said with a smile, his gaze lost in the distance, his mind drifting elsewhere.

    "I believe seeing you would be beneficial, though it may provoke questions. He should certainly join us; his job is an obvious source of discontent for him. I suspect he also harbors a strong disdain for the Watchers. Please refrain from pointing out that those four individuals are likely Watchers¡ªwe might very well discover them dead by morning if you do. There¡¯s something exceedingly corrupt about this town, warranting our presence here. The conduct of the police yesterday was alarmingly abnormal, even for a notoriously rough area. I will eventually discuss matters with Jabari and Anaya, but acquiring a building in the plaza for just 20,000 Cetis seems prudent. We could use it as a front for our operations. He mentioned that we might enlist a computer expert, perhaps Anaya''s sister. Establishing a legitimate business to generate revenue while maintaining a covert operation for logistics in this dismal town¡ªwhich my instincts suggest is complicit, at least the local government¡ªseems advantageous," Aisha remarked.

    "I trust your judgment, but I won''t hide anything from Faelan. There are still things I need to handle my way, yet I concur with everything else you mentioned. You''ve clearly given this some careful thought. Plus, for a plaza building, it''s far too cheap, you''re right about that. It''s like 5,000 Cetis per person, or even less if Faelan joins us. We''re aiming for a traditional coffee shop, aren''t we?" Elduran remarked.

    "Definitely not. I said we need funds, so we''re creating a budget-friendly caf¨¦ offering modern coffee experiences, just not automated like the pok¨¦caf¨¦s. But sure, we can still brew some stovetop coffee for some old fucks. And we''ll have snacks, mostly lunch items like sandwiches and other simple bites. That''s the vision I have, though I''m open to other ideas¡ªjust not yours. Everything you prefer is a relic from the past," Aisha retorted.

    "Whatever. That presumes Jabari and Anaya remain in the mix after yesterday¡¯s assassination attempt," Elduran remarked.

    "I received a text from Anaya; they¡¯re definitely still on board," Aisha replied.

    "Alright, that''s pretty unusual, but I''m not complaining," Elduran admitted.

    "When are you planning to visit the Gym to schedule the match?" Aisha inquired.

    "Already done. We''ll be fighting in eleven days at noon," Elduran informed.

    "Damn already? You¡¯re quick. I¡¯m watching Zane''s gym challenge tomorrow. I have a hunch it¡¯ll be a thrilling match and a great chance to scout the two Pok¨¦mon we¡¯ll face. I think Zane will at least compel the gym leader to use both of her Pok¨¦mon," Aisha suggested.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

    "Are you sure there''s no crush involved here?" Elduran teased with a grin.

    "You¡¯re absolutely insufferable!" Aisha retorted.

    "Just calling it as I see it. I¡¯m taking it easy today. Looks like we¡¯re all waiting on Jabari to convince Anaya to bring her sister here or for Mew to dig up some intel. After training my Pok¨¦mon, they and I will engage in some physical training. Building muscle, stamina, speed¡ªyou know, all the essentials. They might not become the best, but by hell, they''ll be able to take a hit and run like the wind. That goes for me too," he added with a smile.

    "Hey, each trainer has their own style. But your plan¡¯s solid. I ought to start that myself¡ªI don¡¯t want to be a burden on our travels. Well, it seems I¡¯m off to purchase some gym clothes. See you later," Aisha said as she walked away.

    Elduran turned back to his Pok¨¦mon.

    ***

    Anaya had just hung up the phone after chatting with her sister. It felt good to connect again after what seemed like ages. She began to pack her backpack with everything she needed for today''s painting. The original plan was to create a night painting of the Gym and Library, but she considered capturing both wasn¡¯t a bad idea either. It was apparent they would be staying in town for a while.

    Jabari was expected back soon; he had gone just to rattle them a bit. After administering the potion to Meltan, it was as good as new. She still marveled at how Meltan protected Jabari for so long until Mew arrived, standing up against four powerful Pok¨¦mon. It was reassuring to think that at least Meltan was always there, protecting him.

    Anaya glanced at her blue-tailed Smeargle, who was trying once again to lift the canvas by herself, ever so eager to help.

    ¡°Brush, I must have told you a hundred times not to try lifting the canvas on your own. It¡¯s bigger than you, and you might damage it again. Come on, you should know better,¡± Anaya gently admonished.

    ¡°Smeeeear,¡± Smeargle responded with a hint of sadness, then shifted her efforts to help lift the backpack.

    ¡°Well, you can just about manage that,¡± Anaya remarked to her. Turning her attention to Grafaiai, she instructed, ¡°Ink, don¡¯t forget your berry bag.¡±

    ¡°Aiaiai,¡± Grafaiai responded, gesturing towards the small pouch at his side, while his other hand''s long pointer finger rested inside his mouth, stained with red saliva.

    A key turned in the door, and Jabari stepped inside. Wasting no time, he went straight to embrace her. After releasing her and planting a quick kiss, he announced.

    "Good news¡ªno, great news. The library has instituted fresh regulations: only one book per visitor. The other two members of the group remain out of reach. Only the other woman was there today, so with merely two individuals permitted inside now, it appears they¡¯re alternating turns with what they deem the most crucial book, if I were to speculate. I spent a while with one of the books they previously had, primarily concerning Zygarde," Jabari relayed.

    "That''s fantastic! Did she make a surprised face when she saw you alive?" Anaya inquired.

    "Her expression said it all¡ªshe looked shocked. Once I walked a bit further from her, she started texting frantically for about five minutes," Jabari replied.

    "Good, let them stew a bit," Anaya remarked.

    "It seems I''ll have plenty of time to read in the coming days," Jabari added, releasing Meltan from their Pok¨¦ball.

    Meltan began engaging with Smeargle¡ªthey appeared to be developing a budding friendship. Conversely, relations with Grafaiai didn¡¯t seem quite as harmonious.

    "Ashanti is on her way," Anaya stated.

    Jabari¡¯s reaction was unsurprised, as if he knew already. All he said was, "That''s good."

    Anaya observed him with interest, "Is that all? I expected you''d be happier," she commented.

    "My love, I knew she would come the moment we decided you¡¯d call her. When has she ever refused you?" Jabari replied.

    "True, you have a point. The only issue is that she''ll arrive in about eight days. Apparently, she has some work to complete for a client. When I asked what kind of work, she merely assured me it was legit and legal. I can''t say I fully trust her word," Anaya admitted.

    "She¡¯ll be fine, I''m sure of it. Just relax and be happy you''ll see her soon," Jabari said, stifling a yawn.

    "Get some rest. You didn¡¯t sleep much last night. I¡¯ll head over to the plaza to set up for painting," Anaya suggested.

    "Just what I was thinking. I couldn¡¯t keep my eyes open¡ªhence my early return," Jabari said.

    "Yes, I figured as much. Take it easy and let Meltan stay out of their Pok¨¦ball," Anaya advised.

    "Don''t worry, from now on, they''ll always be out of their Pok¨¦ball while I sleep. I can''t wait to see your new painting, my love," Jabari said, giving her another swift kiss before laying down on the bed as Anaya exited.

    Reaching the plaza took little time, merely a ten-minute walk. Anaya paused near the library, seeking a vantage point where the library would be situated to the left, with the gym positioned behind it to the right. Her chosen angle allowed part of the gym to remain obscured, nestled behind the library.

    She set up the canvas on the tripod she unfolded. Then she retrieved her backpack from Smeargle, taking out a case with her brushes and a wooden painter''s palette. Smeargle offered his tail, and as she had done countless times before, she squeezed it, letting blue ink drip onto the palette. Grafaiai added by spitting red, creating a basic red paint.

    "I think I''ll need a bit more red, just a touch more before you switch colors," Anaya requested of Grafaiai.

    Grafaiai spat a bit more red, and once Anaya was satisfied, she instructed him to switch to yellow. He opened his berry pouch, picked a yellow berry, and ate it. His saliva turned yellow, and he spat a stream of saliva that essentially was high-quality yellow paint. The paints produced by Grafaiai''s saliva and Smeargle''s tail were considered top-notch. Anaya then directed Grafaiai to eat a white berry, and after repeating the process, he consumed a green berry to get green paint.

    Now, she had the five colors she cherished: red, blue, yellow, white, and green. While Grafaiai enjoyed marking trees with his saliva as a territorial sign, he wasn''t adept at fine painting. Smeargle, on the other hand, had an innate talent for it. Whenever blue was needed, she would blend a hue on his tail and begin drawing with it, wielding her tail like a brush with remarkable precision. This allowed Anaya to take short breaks. In nearly all her paintings, Smeargle had rendered most of the skies or water scenes.

    The moment had arrived to create yet another exquisite work of art.

    ***

    As night descended, Elduran made his way through the plaza and stepped into the library. His hair was still clipped into a buzz cut, and a small beard now adorned his chin. He wondered if Faelan would recognize him. There was only one way to find out as he pushed open the library door and walked inside. There he was, just as Aisha had described¡ªlooking lifeless and as if he''d aged a decade. Despite this, it was clear he still maintained his body in peak condition. The mustache was a new addition. With a plastic bin in hand, Faelan approached Elduran in a slow, robotic gait, without even a glance upward to meet his eyes.

    "Don¡¯t trouble yourself over the bin; we fellows scarcely give a thought to books," Elduran remarked.

    Faelan lifted his gaze, and at last, Elduran''s features came into view. A spark of recognition lit up his expression; he had indeed recognized him.

    "Owl? What brings you here?" Faelan inquired.

    "I could pose the same question to you," Elduran replied.

    "I''m half Tenerian. I realized my fondness for this region was too profound, so I decided to settle here," Faelan explained.

    "Oh, you mean you chose to escape here," Elduran remarked.

    "Interpret it as you will," Faelan responded.

    "Man, I''ve genuinely missed you. I was convinced you''d eventually join my unit," Elduran said, extending his hand.

    As they shook hands, Faelan asked, "Why would you want a failure like me?"

    "Failure? You were the best of us. Anyone would have made the same choice you did. Command was mistaken in sending you on that mission. But that''s the past, and we can''t alter it. I''ve come to discuss the future," Elduran said.

    "This is my future. I''m not returning," Faelan stated.

    "I''m not here to bring you back. I''ve quit too," Elduran said, gesturing to his side, revealing three Pok¨¦balls.

    "Those must be fake, right? The legendary Pok¨¦mon hater has turned trainer?" Faelan joked.

    "They''re real. I resigned after the Ho-oh incident. I''m tired of merely reacting. Now I''m pursuing them on my own terms," Elduran declared.

    "I heard APSO didn''t even confront Ho-oh. What happened? Did some freelance trainers handle it?" Faelan asked.

    "APSO wasn''t present, but I was¡ªinside a building Ho-oh demolished. A Pok¨¦mon saved me, altering my world view," Elduran revealed.

    "No way! That was enough to make you a trainer? Hold on a moment¡ªwere you really in that collapsing building and lived to tell the tale? You don¡¯t go anywhere without your rifle, so either you faced them yourself, or you would have met your end trying. Did you actually take down Ho-oh all by yourself?" Faelan questioned, disbelief etched across his face.

    "That''s all in the past. Let''s focus on the present," Elduran said.

    "Please, for the love of everything, for those of us who navigate this world without depending on Pok¨¦mon, did you bring them down?" Faelan inquired.

    "Yes, I did. Now can I talk to you about why I am here or are you going to worship me?" Elduran said.

    "Wow, Owl, if only we possessed even a fraction of your talent. But if you''re truly pursuing those sons of bitches, this is the sole region untouched by the assaults of legendary Pok¨¦mon," Faelan remarked.

    "They''re here. The duo you drove out two nights ago, along with their comrades, we suspect they''re Watchers," Elduran explained.

    "How do you know about that?" Faelan queried.

    "That girl with green and yellow hair who gave you the recording, we work together," Elduran replied.

    "A little girl as your partner now?" Faelan teased.

    "You''re only about three years older than her. She''s turning twenty-one soon, in about two weeks, I think," Elduran said, noting how Faelan was returning to his old self during their conversation. It was good for him, diverting his mind from the past.

    "She seemed younger, though truthfully, I barely recall her face," Faelan admitted.

    "Has guilt ruined more than just your mind, your dick was affected too. You don''t even remember pretty girls anymore?" Elduran quipped.

    "You could say that," Faelan replied.

    "Honestly, join us," Elduran urged.

    "I get the feeling, you are going to push my emotions with the Watchers and I will have no option to refuse, ain''t I?" Faelan said.

    "I don''t have to push anything. You want those bastards dead as much as I do," Elduran replied.

    "What''s the plan?" Faelan asked.

    "I''ll explain more later, but here''s the gist: We''ll attempt to acquire that two-story house opposite the library, near the alley with the homeless kids and the Cubone. We''ll set up a front, perhaps a coffee shop, and establish operations to monitor everything those four and, particularly, the local politicians do. Aisha''s smart, if she senses something off, I believe her. We need to pinpoint their base of operations," Elduran explained.

    "That two-story building isn''t abandoned. I live there and have been trying to sell it," Faelan said.

    "Why sell it if you live there?" Elduran inquired.

    "Because I can''t afford the repairs. With the money, I could buy a cheap studio apartment," Faelan explained.

    "Looks like you just found investors. Don''t worry, we''ll leave you a corner for your studio," Elduran said with a smile.

    "Alright, fill me in. How do we make those bastards pay?" Faelan asked.

    ***

    The following night, Aisha ascended the stairs to the third floor of the gym, enveloped in shadows and illuminated by a subtle purple glow on every level. Perhaps the dim ambiance was intentional, for if fully lit, the spectators might strain to see even the limited view afforded during the night sessions. Few opted for the evening matches, believing their tickets squandered due to poor visibility. Consequently, they resorted to watching the action on screens instead.

    Aisha wanted to gauge the atmosphere. The third floor maintained a ring-like shape similar to the previous levels, but instead of solid tungsten walls in the inner ring, there was glass. Three-tiered spectator stands encircled the floor as closely as possible to the glass wall. Only three spectators were present, and among them was Elduran. She approached his seat in the first row of the stands, situated between the two platforms that overlooked the arena where the challenger and the gym leader would stand in about five minutes. The Arena featured two modest sections at opposing ends, each adorned with a small water pond. The rest of the terrain was composed of sand.

    As soon as Aisha sat next to him, she anticipated what was coming: his complaint that they had spent their money for nothing, as it would be impossible to see anything.

    Elduran smiled at her, "I have to admit, this is rather intriguing. Quite unique. I can''t believe I¡¯m saying this, but I¡¯m actually excited for it to begin," he said.

    How often she misjudged Elduran¡ªif only he knew how frequently she was wrong about his responses, he''d think twice about praising her skill in reading people.

    "I figured you''d like it," Aisha lied.

    "By the way, I got a text from Faelan. He''s off tomorrow, and I told him we''d meet at his place," Elduran added.

    Aisha was still amazed that Faelan actually lived in that building, yet she couldn''t believe their luck¡ªhim being the owner and practically worshiping Elduran.

    "That''s great. We might not have base locations from Mew, but we''ve gathered plenty of intel on what they''re researching. Jabari believes he''s close to deciphering their objectives," Aisha replied.

    "There he is, your boyfriend has arrived," Elduran teased.

    "Insufferable fool," Aisha muttered upon seeing Zane step onto the platform, followed soon by Stephanie Crock. She was a dark-skinned woman with slender black cornrows cascading past her waist, appearing to be in her forties. She wore tall black heels, a short black skirt, and a long-sleeved black shirt that almost hid her skirt entirely. Although short, her heels gave her a taller appearance.

    As she reached her platform, a voice resonated throughout the arena.

    "Challenger, you have issued a challenge to Gym Leader Crock for a two-on-two battle with one switch-in. Mrs. Crock will commence with Shiftry, while her other Pok¨¦mon is Crawdaunt. Should any of your Pok¨¦mon touch the green laser roof beneath you, they will be disqualified. A Pok¨¦mon deliberately thrown towards the laser roof will also be disqualified. Most attacks dissipate upon contact with the laser, yet more powerful moves can penetrate, resulting in disqualification. Exercise extreme caution when commanding your Pok¨¦mon to aim upwards. The safety of onlookers is of utmost importance. Challenger, release your first Pok¨¦mon to face Shiftry," the announcer proclaimed.

    "Are you aware of the Pok¨¦mon you''ll face beforehand?" Elduran asked, curious.

    "You really don¡¯t read much. Yes, you''ll always contend with her Shiftry and Crawdaunt, without exception to your level, plus an additional Pok¨¦mon that corresponds to your number of badges. Challengers are well-informed about the Pok¨¦mon they will encounter, including the gym leader¡¯s starting choice," Aisha clarified.

    "Wow, that certainly simplifies things," Elduran noted.

    "The only catch is that regardless of a challenger¡¯s badges, the intensity of the gym leader''s battle remains unwavering. It matches the difficulty presented by the eight-level gym leaders found in other regions. However, you''re partly right¡ªat the zero and one badge levels, if your team counters the gym leader''s primary and secondary types, it does make things easier. But as the gym leader¡¯s roster expands beyond two badges, it becomes increasingly daunting. From two to four badge levels, Tenera is infamously challenging. Nevertheless, at levels five to eight, other regions may offer tougher adversaries due to their unpredictability, even if the challenge here remains formidable," Aisha elaborated.

    Zane sent Mienfoo into the arena below. Catherine released Shiftry and remarked, "Good luck, challenger."

    "I don''t need luck. I am Zane the Invincible. Prepare for your defeat," he boldly declared.

    "Why do I feel embarrassed hearing him boast like that, considering I don¡¯t even know him?" Aisha mused aloud.

    "You really don¡¯t want me to answer that, do you?" Elduran replied, a hint of amusement in his tone.

    "Damn you, Elduran," Aisha muttered, exasperated.

    "A confident challenger today," Catherine observed, smiling.

    "Let¡¯s dispense with the pleasantries. Mienfoo, strike first with Fake Out and then unleash Force Palm!" Zane commanded.

    In a flash, Mienfoo zipped in front of Shiftry, landing a slap with both paws that stunned him momentarily before thrusting her palm against Shiftry''s chest, channeling a powerful force that sent him tumbling backward to the ground.

    "Return the favor with Air Cutter, Shiftry," Catherine instructed calmly.

    Shiftry blurred into motion, striking Mienfoo across the face with rapid-fire leaf slaps. He then created a razor-sharp wind that sliced through Mienfoo¡¯s chest, leaving her bleeding as if cleaved by a blade.

    "Shit, he knows flying moves! Dodge those at all costs! Now, unleash Fury Swipes!" Zane ordered urgently.

    "Counter with Mega Drain," Catherine directed.

    As Mienfoo lunged towards Shiftry to claw him with her swift strikes, Shiftry focused on her, preparing to absorb her vital energy to mend his own wounds.

    "Run past him quickly!" Zane commanded.

    Mienfoo dodged low, slipping beneath Shiftry''s arm before turning around to strike him from behind with Fury Swipes.

    "Just use Harden and endure the hits," Catherine instructed.

    Shiftry braced himself, his bark seeming to harden as the blows rained upon him from behind.

    "We can only use super-effective moves; we''re barely scratching him! Force Palm!" Zane exclaimed.

    "That''s something you have to dodge," Catherine replied with unwavering calm.

    Shiftry shifted to his right, facing Mienfoo, but a Force Palm clipped him on the side, causing him to collapse to the ground.

    "Now''s our chance! Hone Claws!" Zane instructed.

    Mienfoo began sharpening her claws, readying herself for the next onslaught.

    "Stop her! Razor Leaf!" Catherine shouted.

    Shiftry released a flurry of sharp leaves toward Mienfoo, but after two struck her, she had finished honing her claws and dodged to the side, racing toward Shiftry.

    "For a new trainer, you''re not half bad," Catherine complimented, "Use Rollout!" she commanded with determination.

    "Hone Claws again!" Zane insisted.

    Shiftry began to roll into position, giving Mienfoo the brief moment she needed to finish sharpening her claws.

    "Detect!" Zane cried.

    Just before Shiftry could hit, Mienfoo, with extraordinary agility, jumped over him, timing her movement almost as if reading her opponent¡¯s thoughts.

    "Execute a swift Force Palm while you leap over him!" Zane shouted.

    Mienfoo complied, clipping Shiftry as she soared over, and with the power she had gained, sent Shiftry crashing against the wall. Remarkably, Shiftry rose again.

    "Enough games! Synthesis!" Catherine commanded.

    "At night?" Zane retorted. "Fuck this, he won¡¯t heal much¡ªHone Claws!" he said, grinning.

    Mienfoo started sharpening her claws once more.

    "Cancel that and bombard her with Razor Leaf!" Catherine ordered.

    "Just sharpen your claws again, then dodge!" Zane urged.

    Leaves struck Mienfoo, adding to her injuries, but she managed to evade most of the attack as her claws gleamed ominously.

    "Charge at him with Drain Punch!" Zane directed.

    Just as the punch was poised to land, Catherine recalled Shiftry.

    "Now that Mienfoo is powered up, just a couple of fighting moves from her and any of my Pok¨¦mon would be down," Catherine said, her smile revealing her enjoyment of the battle.

    "Blah blah blah, are you going to send out your second Pok¨¦mon?" Zane questioned, eager.

    Catherine released Crawdaunt at a distance from Mienfoo.

    "Swords Dance!" she commanded.

    "Oh crap, that¡¯s much stronger than Hone Claws! You¡¯re too far¡ªdamn it!" Zane exclaimed, recalling Mienfoo swiftly and sending out Toxel right next to Crawdaunt. "Nuzzle, right away!" he ordered.

    With a single step, Toxel''s cheeks connected with Crawdaunt, emitting a jolt of electricity that interrupted his Swords Dance.

    "Wow, that is one seriously strong Nuzzle! Toxel is impressive¡ªCrawdaunt, Crabhammer!" she commanded.

    Crawdaunt raised one of his pincers, preparing to strike Toxel fiercely.

    "Tearful Look!" Zane shouted.

    Toxel started crying while gazing at Crawdaunt, causing the attack to lessen in ferocity. As the blow landed, Toxel managed to withstand the hit and took the opportunity to unleash another Nuzzle on Crawdaunt.The clash of an Electric attack against a part Water-type Pok¨¦mon like Crawdaunt left it howling in pain.

    As he stumbled away from Toxel, he began to limp backward while unleashing Razor Shell, following instincts rather than commands from Catherine. Shards of shell flew from his body toward Toxel.

    "He''s still close enough¡ªBelch!" Zane yelled.

    As Toxel let out a huge burp, a wave of poison surged toward Crawdaunt, gnawing away at his shell and causing him to faint. Yet, Toxel, battered by the sharp shells, could barely move.

    "You had him eat a berry just before our fight. Smart move," Catherine noted, her smile unwavering.

    She released Shiftry as far as possible, fully aware that Zane had no more switch-ins.

    "Finish him with Razor Leaf!" she commanded.

    Though Shiftry appeared exhausted, he summoned sharp leaves that darted toward Toxel.

    In a swift movement, Zane recalled Toxel, forfeiting him and sending out Mienfoo right beside Shiftry, catching even Catherine off guard. Her expression transformed from surprise to delight, witnessing a young trainer battle with such intelligence.

    "Time to heal¡ªDrain Punch!" Zane instructed.

    Mienfoo''s claws, once gleaming, had reverted to their original state upon being recalled to their Pok¨¦ball. But at this moment, healing was paramount for both exhausted Pok¨¦mon.

    Mienfoo delivered a punch that drained energy from Shiftry, bringing him closer to collapse. Yet, Shiftry, driven by sheer determination, retaliated with Mega Drain.

    "Detect!" Zane commanded.

    Yet again, with incredible agility, Mienfoo dodged, instinctively utilizing another Drain Punch without needing direction.

    "I know it¡¯s not optimal to use a Dark move against a Fighting type, but use Payback!" Catherine encouraged.

    As Mienfoo''s punch landed, healing her once more, Shiftry retaliated with a shadowy strike¡ªa move twice as powerful following Mienfoo''s hit. If Mienfoo hadn''t resisted the move as a Fighting type, she might have been finished.

    "Forget Drain Punch! He''s barely standing¡ªoverwhelm him with Fury Swipes!" Zane ordered, his focus unwavering.

    "Try to Mega Drain in between the hits!" Catherine continued, still smiling.

    Mienfoo launched a rapid succession of claw swipes. Shiftry attempted to absorb her life force, but fatigue and distractions rendered him powerless against Mienfoo¡¯s relentless barrage. A final swipe sent Shiftry crashing to the ground, unconscious.

    "The challenger has emerged victorious! What an impressive display of skill. Congratulations on earning your very first badge, the Midnight Badge," the speaker announced.

    A bridge formed, connecting both platforms of the challenger and gym leader. Catherine walked halfway across, awaiting Zane¡¯s approach.

    "You¡¯re supposed to walk the other half," she said, a playful smile adorning her face.

    "I thought victory meant you walk the whole way here," Zane countered.

    "Oh my, your manners require some refinement," Catherine replied, her smile still bright.

    Zane met her halfway, where she presented him with the Midnight Badge, shaped like a black comet.

    "You possess unimaginable potential, kid; I look forward to our rematch in the League Finals someday," Catherine remarked.

    "I will conquer the entire league. And when they crown me champion, I¡¯ll refuse the title," Zane declared as he turned to leave.

    Aisha looked on in disbelief, astonished by his brazen attitude. She glanced beside her to see Elduran laughing, as if it were the most amusing spectacle in the world. Naturally, he would find delight in a behavior like that.

    "I misjudged that kid. I absolutely love his style," he said, laughter filling the air.

    Aisha could only sigh, her disbelief resonating in the silence around her.

 Chapter 13 - The Break In

    Chapter 13: The Break In

    The two-story stone building loomed ominously at the edge of the plaza, its weathered fa?ade a warning of secrets held within. Cracks spiderwebbed across the grey stones, each fissure deepening with time, while patches of moss clung desperately to the crevices, a testament to nature''s relentless will to reclaim what was once vibrant. The wooden doors, long ago painted a vibrant cerulean blue that signified warmth and welcome, now hung awkwardly on rusted hinges, creaking open to a darkened interior that felt like a breath held, waiting for the disturbance of intruders.

    Inside, the air was thick with the smell of dampness and decay; shafts of muted light streamed through barred windows, casting eerie shadows upon the walls, while the distant drip of water echoed in the stillness. The stonework, while sturdy, revealed the ravages of neglect¡ªplastered sections peeling away to expose crumbling mortar beneath. Dust hung in the air like forgotten memories, whispers of a once-vibrant life hinting at the absence of warmth, laughter, and care that had long since faded.

    The ground floor featured gaping holes where shelves once stood, remnants of splintered wood scattered about like fallen leaves. Broken furniture lay strewn haphazardly, each chair and table telling a story of abrupt abandonment. The staircase, a sturdy spiral stone construction, was still intact yet dimmed by layers of dust, leading to the second floor where the true extent of disrepair was laid bare.

    Upstairs, the long hallway stretched out, its walls lined with peeling wallpaper stained with age and moisture. Doors swung ajar on rusted hinges, revealing rooms stripped bare¡ªthe echoes of conversations and laughter now replaced by the haunting silence of desolation. In one corner, pieces of shattered ceramics lay like fallen stars, remnants of what used to be cherished items.

    Yet, one room shimmered like a breath of fresh air amid the decay¡ªthe sole place that radiated a sense of newness. Here, Faelan had devoted himself to restoration, pouring his heart into transforming this dilapidated space, as it symbolized his hope for a new beginning. Here, Faelan had devoted himself to restoration, molding it into a humble yet inviting living space. Fresh paint adorned the walls, and the floor lay swept and polished, a striking contrast to the surrounding neglect. Shelves brimming with firearms and shotguns momentarily dispelled the shadows of desolation, embodying Faelan''s ambition not just to defend, but to breathe new life into this crumbling edifice, transforming it into a secure home. A neatly made bed with crisp sheets stood ready, while a table had been hastily arranged to accommodate Faelan and his four guests: Elduran, Aisha, Jabari, and Anaya.

    The roof, though still intact, showed signs of sagging with the weight of neglect, allowing sporadic leaks during storms. On days when the sun shone, patches of light illuminated the dust motes, momentarily breathing life into the lifeless space. Yet a prevailing sense of abandonment lingered, palpable and heavy, like a secret waiting to be uncovered within this stone shell of memories lost.

    The quintet had been engaged in discussions for nearly two hours. Aisha absorbed the information, feeling the weight of unfamiliar dynamics as Faelan was brought up to speed. Aisha was struck by how markedly different he seemed; the haze appeared to have cleared from his mind. She was almost convinced by the tales Elduran shared about him. Despite this, his aloof nature remained unchanged¡ªperhaps a shield against his past experiences¡ªmaking it evident that this distance was a permanent trait.

    "Honestly, now that we''ve figured out the financial aspect, I''ve had significant revelations about the legendary Pok¨¦mon featured in all those books I''m reading. As for handling the renovation of the building, I believe it''s up to Aisha and Faelan. They should stay a bit longer after we''re done to discuss it. Aisha seems to have a handle on the business side of things, and well... it is Faelan¡¯s house," Jabari remarked.

    "Sounds good to me. I¡¯m not too concerned about those details, but I do care that stove pot coffee is on offer," Elduran added.

    "Man, your obsession with coffee¡ªyou¡¯re like a broken record. Do you think about anything else? Do you even dream about coffee?" Aisha quipped.

    "You don''t need to be so harsh," Faelan interjected.

    "Faelan, you don¡¯t have to shield me. Aisha is at her best when she channels her energy into tackling high-stakes situations; talking about anything else seems absurd to her. Just ignore her. Eventually, she might grumble about the time you spend cleaning your firearms. Anaya might hear it for painting too much, and Jabari will only stay in her good books if he reads mission-related material. She¡¯s a good person once you get to know her. Like I said, just brush it off when she vents¡ªshe doesn¡¯t really mean it, she''s simply always on edge," Elduran explained.

    Elduran''s words resonated deep within her. Lately, Aisha found herself often venting about trivial matters. Her empathy seemed to wane as well. She had forsaken Dorothy, put Jabari at risk with the recording that nearly led to his assassination, and manipulated the homeless children right outside this very building to serve her own ends. A re-evaluation of her life and ideals was imperative; she was transforming into someone she scarcely recognized or wanted to be.

    "Let¡¯s maintain our civility. As I was mentioning, I¡¯ve caught wind of part of the scheme they¡¯re concocting. They intend to employ Dialga to transport Xerneas and Zygarde out of the present moment, leveraging Yveltal for sheer devastation. I¡¯m not certain what kind of destruction they envision, but Yveltal is a Pok¨¦mon whose power is counterbalanced by Xerneas, and without that balance, Zygarde is the one who restores it. If both are absent, who can fathom the extent of the chaos Yveltal could unleash?" Jabari elucidated.

    "That''s impossible; there are far too many Zygarde cores and cells. There''s no way they can locate them all. What if their plan is to simply eliminate Xerneas from this present moment? Without Xerneas, Zygarde has no means to restore equilibrium. However, they might still be conducting research¡ªjust in case their calculations prove to be flawed," Aisha remarked.

    "I can at least be certain that their primary Pok¨¦mon for the attack is Yveltal. I don''t even believe they need to capture or control them; merely disrupting the balance between them and Xerneas should suffice. All they need to do is awaken them. Hopefully, they haven''t found their cocoon, because if they have, I fear they''ll find a way to awaken them prematurely," Jabari stated.

    "We need more information, damn it," Aisha exclaimed.

    "I''m trying, Aisha, I''m truly doing my best. This requires time," Jabari replied.

    "What? Oh, I''m sorry, Jabari, I didn¡¯t mean it like that. I wasn¡¯t directing my frustration at you. My fault," Aisha apologized.

    "Don''t worry, we''re all feeling the pressure here. No offense taken," Jabari assured.

    Elduran stood, moved to Aisha, and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Given our circumstances, we''re doing our best, Little Light Bulb. Use that mind of yours. Do you honestly think the five of us could have accomplished more by now, or are we perhaps exceeding expectations?" Elduran asked her.

    She didn¡¯t even turn to face him as she pondered his question, her mind a whirlwind of relief and anxiety as she weighed their recent successes. Just days ago, they were only two; now their numbers had increased to five, with Ashanti arriving soon to be the sixth. They had uncovered part of the enemy''s plan, barred two adversaries from accessing library intel, and had a legendary Pok¨¦mon ready to detect the enemy''s location. Elduran was right; they were indeed overachieving¡ªa testament to their teamwork and mutual support during this chaotic time. She took a deep breath, fighting the tension that curled in her gut, and allowed herself to sink deeper into her chair, grasping a moment of solace amidst the chaos. "You¡¯re right, we¡¯re doing far better than I expected we would a few days ago.  I need to gather myself; with everything progressing, moving in seems rational. I¡¯m truly sorry for being so tense, guys," she said, her voice tinged with a vulnerable sincerity.

    "I''m not sure about you all, but I''m definitely moving in here. The closer we are, the better. I spotted a furniture store, and aside from a bed, I don¡¯t really care about much else!¡± Elduran declared with infectious enthusiasm as he released his trio of Pok¨¦mon. "While renovations are important, we still need to tidy up. Blue, gather all the broken furniture, cut it into small pieces, and stack them in the fireplace downstairs. Forge, start burning them¡ªslowly, of course. We''ve got a big fireplace, so pace yourself. Viv, your task is to tackle the dust and clear out the cobwebs," Elduran directed.

    His three Pok¨¦mon dashed downstairs, and soon the entire building echoed with the sound of wood splintering as furniture began to break.

    "Is there even a functioning bathroom here, or are we resorting to the great outdoors?¡± Aisha inquired, with an exasperated smile.

    "The one across from this room, yes. It¡¯s a mess, but the toilet, sink, and shower are functional. I just don''t have hot water because the furnace refuses to ignite," Faelan replied.

    "That''s a problem. I can''t manage this," Aisha admitted.

    "The furnace can be operational today with Forge''s help. We can call someone in to fix it tomorrow. Do you know anyone who can handle that, Faelan?" Elduran asked.

    "Yes, but he isn''t cheap. It¡¯ll be about 400 cetis," Faelan said.

    "I can''t wrap my head around these prices; that¡¯s ridiculously low," Elduran said.

    "Wages in Tenera are not substantial. For someone from Kanto, yes, it''s a bargain. How much did you bring with you? What is your savings?" Faelan inquired.

    "Around 140,000 cetis," Elduran revealed.

    "Wow, that will last you quite a while here," Faelan noted.

    "I have a bit more than that," Aisha mentioned.

    "We¡¯re lucky to have you Kanto folks then, because Jabari and I barely have 12,000 cetis between us," Anaya pointed out.

    "I don''t even have 1,000," Faelan confessed.

    "No wonder it''s difficult for outsiders to relocate here. Apart from the badge route, the only other way is to possess a skill they need. If many people moved here, the prices would surge, as they''d afford everything, while locals might struggle to get by with the wages they earn here," Aisha said.

    "My issue is that we lack a functional kitchen. Eating out constantly is quite costly," Anaya remarked.

    "My dear, we can simply purchase a stovetop and a fridge for now. We''ll need them soon anyway," Jabari suggested.

    "Faelan, are you comfortable with all this? I notice no one asking your thoughts on us moving in here," Aisha inquired.

    "Well, since we¡¯ve decided to turn this into a business, and given the funds you all possess, we could hire a crew to get this place ready in as little as two weeks, I imagine. So, whether you move in now or later makes little difference. You¡¯re welcome to my room, by the way, like Elduran all I also need is a bed," Faelan replied.

    "We spoke about starting a business, not moving in with you," Aisha clarified.

    "I just assumed we would. There are four bedrooms on the second floor. I have free rooms at Pok¨¦mon centers, but the rest of you don¡¯t. So why not? Jabari and Anaya can share one, Aisha, you can take another, Faelan can keep his own room, and Ashanti the last," Elduran proposed.

    "And what about you?" Aisha questioned.

    "I''m perfectly fine with setting up my bed in the corridor," Elduran answered nonchalantly.

    "You think I left the army and suddenly I desire privacy? Elduran, you can place your bed here," Faelan insisted.

    "I¡¯ll stay with Ashanti when she arrives. Faelan¡¯s right, we should share rooms," Aisha agreed.

    "But there¡¯s an extra bedroom," Anaya pointed out.

    "There isn¡¯t. Those homeless kids outside will use that room. We¡¯ll need workers soon," Aisha explained.

    ¡°I¡¯m not sure whether to feel uneasy about the implications of this suggestion or relieved at your foresight," Jabari commented thoughtfully.

    "Forcing them? What are you talking about? I¡¯ll ask them. If they prefer to stay outside, they¡¯re welcome to. We can offer them free lodging, meals, and certainly pay. I¡¯m not suggesting they work for nothing. As far as I know, Tenera doesn¡¯t have child labor laws," Aisha responded.

    "There aren¡¯t any, but as long as they¡¯re paid, it¡¯s fine with me," Jabari conceded.

    Aisha released her four Pok¨¦mon. "Candy, assist Blue by moving what he breaks over to Forge. Splash, wash each wall once Viv has dusted it¡ªwait for her to finish dusting first. Gale, help Viv, as I suspect dusting will take the most time. Luna, lend Blue a hand with the demolition," she directed.

    "Regrettably, I must take Brush and Ink with me to continue my painting," Anaya announced.

    "That''s fine. How about Elduran and I go shopping? We could use a few beds, mattresses, a stove, and a fridge for starters. I''ll keep Meltan with me for protection, though I''m sure Elduran is quite adept with the bow," Jabari suggested.

    "Elduran''s skill with the bow surpasses that of half of APSO soldiers with rifles¡ªif that gives you any idea," Faelan commented.

    "I can vouch for that; I''ve witnessed him in action," Aisha confirmed.

    "Well, that¡¯s reassuring," Jabari replied with a smile.

    "Alright, let''s get going, Professor. Let''s leave the renovation planning to them," Elduran said to Jabari.

    Anaya departed first, planning to continue her painting at the nearby plaza. Jabari and Elduran followed suit. Faelan appeared reluctant to start the conversation, so she took the initiative, "Bring as many workers as you can; they''ll be ready to start tomorrow," she directed.

    "Tomorrow? Seems like there¡¯s a lot to clean up here," Faelan remarked.

    "There are seven Pok¨¦mon currently handling the clean-up. By tonight, it should be quite presentable. Pok¨¦mon work swiftly," Aisha assured.

    "Yeah, I don¡¯t doubt that for a second," Faelan muttered, casting his gaze towards the ground, the weight of unexpressed worries furrowing his brow.

    She noticed something troubled him regarding Pok¨¦mon but decided to let it pass, focusing on more pressing matters.

    "The kitchen can remain where it is; it¡¯s spacious enough for preparing sandwiches and breakfast items like eggs. We don¡¯t need anything larger than that. A wall can enclose it and extend to envelop the staircase leading to the second floor. This design ensures access to the second floor through the kitchen, making it an ''employees only'' area. It reflects a smart use of space," Aisha outlined confidently, inspiring Faelan with her clarity.

    "You¡¯ve thought this out quickly. Sounds good to me," Faelan responded.

    "The toughest task will be tearing down the remaining walls downstairs," Aisha mentioned.

    "All the walls, in all four rooms?" Faelan queried.

    "Absolutely. The space will be for customer seating. Of course, structural columns will remain to support the second floor, but hopefully with minimal beams," Aisha clarified.

    "How do you know so much about construction?" Faelan asked.

    "My father took a hands-on approach after my mother passed. To save money, he learned to do everything himself. We did renovations together. His job is unrelated¡ªhe is a truck driver¡ªbut he was committed to becoming self-sufficient. I assisted by handling instructions better than he did," Aisha explained.

    "That makes sense. My father was a painter, so I''m familiar with that field. Beyond that, he didn¡¯t engage much with construction¡ªjust prepping walls, covering holes, but not building from scratch," Faelan recounted.

    "No wonder this room looks almost new; a fresh coat of paint can transform it. The second floor requires little work: patching and covering wall holes, sanding, and finishing the floor. Downstairs, we need more windows in the seating area. That might be the renovation''s major expense," Aisha suggested.

    "It should improve the atmosphere," Faelan agreed.

    "Indeed. We can decide paint colors and other details later," Aisha conceded.

    "Alright, I¡¯ll contact a construction crew I know. They¡¯re sizable, but we have the funds, and they work quickly," Faelan proposed.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

    "Perfect. Let me assist my Pok¨¦mon," Aisha said, rising from her seat.

    "Wait," Faelan interjected, pausing as he considered his next words, "How is Elduran managing?"

    "What exactly do you mean? He¡¯s fine. What concerns you about him?" Aisha asked as she settled back into her seat.

    "I mean, how¡¯s he really handling things as a trainer?" Faelan pressed; his concern genuine.

    "Keep this between us; he¡¯d be angry if he knew I told you, but he genuinely loves Pok¨¦mon. He¡¯s been deceiving himself for years. I confronted him, and his reaction was basically an admission," Aisha confided.

    "Really? So, it¡¯s not just about them being superior to firearms?" Faelan questioned.

    "That too, but it¡¯s mostly his love for being a trainer. Please keep it discreet," Aisha advised with concern.

    "Why should I keep it a secret? He remains indifferent to others'' opinions; he''s truly unaffected," Faelan remarked.

    "You¡¯re probably right. He was upset when I told him because he didn¡¯t realize it himself. He wasn¡¯t mad at me, but at himself," Aisha explained.

    "Naturally, his fury arose from the situation itself rather than your remarks, if I were to hazard a guess," Faelan observed, a faint smile ghosting across his lips.

    "He spoke highly of you during your time in APSO," Aisha mentioned.

    "All lies. I was terrible¡ªstill am. I haven''t recovered; I¡¯m hiding at the end of the world," Faelan said.

    "Faelan, what you went through, anyone would have reacted similarly. You¡¯ve nothing to be ashamed of," Aisha consoled.

    "It isn¡¯t about shame. It¡¯s about how it shattered me. I¡¯m not like him; he¡¯s strong, and I am weak. He lost his parents, you lost your father, yet both of you endured. But I was the one who ran," Faelan confessed, his eyes struggling to hold back tears, never lifting a hand to wipe them, to conceal his vulnerability. However, Aisha had the keen vision of a Braviary for the subtle actions of both humans and Pok¨¦mon, an ability that allowed her to understand them completely.

    "It¡¯s different; you feel responsible for your unit¡¯s demise," Aisha reasoned.

    "Maybe not exactly like you, but Elduran was made commander at twenty-two, failed his first mission with his unit killed. Given another chance, the second mission wasn''t all his fault, but only he and a soldier named Robert survived. Command was stripped, but two years later, he was reinstated. Despite losses, he continued facing the Gods, never running like I did," Faelan shared, his eyes still betraying the effort to hold back tears.

    "Why isn¡¯t that on record? I know nothing of it," Aisha asked.

    "Because disclosing it would¡¯ve meant his discharge, which command couldn¡¯t afford. Elduran was an exceptional sniper. They buried it. Officially, the records state he was temporarily relieved of command post-second mission for trauma recovery, not faults. Bureaucracy would¡¯ve eliminated the best we had," Faelan explained.

    "Damn. He¡¯s like a machine. I¡¯d have acted like you. Why didn¡¯t you try being a trainer?" Aisha wondered.

    "I never cared for them, even as a kid. I didn''t want anyone relying on me. Hyper-independence, they called it. Pok¨¦mon need dependency," Faelan replied.

    "Indeed, you can''t escape that truth. Even during your time in APSO, you were constantly pushing your boundaries. Even without direct orders, others depend on you. Every role relies on someone else in some way," Aisha conceded, instantly regretting her words as Faelan bowed his head onto the table, face-first. Gently, she moved closer, placing her hands over his in a comforting gesture. "Faelan, we''ll face this challenge together. For now, understand that it''s okay to act¡ªor to choose not to. You''ve got people standing by you. Failure is among the possibilities. Our friendship will endure, and you won''t let us down. We will all be there for each other, Faelan," Aisha assured him, meeting his eyes with a look of deep comprehension as he raised his head to look at her.

    Faelan withdrew his hand from Aisha¡¯s hold, and rose, heading to the door, "I¡¯ll talk to the contractor."

    Aisha pondered the challenge his condition posed to group work. She doubted Elduran knew, but if not, she couldn¡¯t disclose it, unlike how Elduran might not mind, Faelan would likely be upset. Situations were becoming more complex. If not for the building being Faelan''s, she¡¯d have considered removing him from the group. She wondered when she¡¯d grown so heartless. Seeking distraction, she ventured downstairs, invited the children to stay in the building in exchange for helping her Pok¨¦mon with cleanup. They agreed eagerly, their smiles wide.

    ***

    Elduran entrusted the construction to Aisha and Faelan, avoiding the house for the last four days until after six o''clock, when the construction crew departed. The progress was speeding far beyond his expectations. He devoted all his time to training his Pok¨¦mon for the looming gym battle. Vivillon had mastered Bug Buzz; she took some time to catch on initially, but once she grasped the basics, her learning was swift. Heracross, on the other hand, absorbed information quickly, regardless of how simplistic the explanation, yet took longer to refine his skills. Elduran''s attempts to mimic Swords Dance must have appeared comical to any onlookers¡ªindeed, Vivillon and Cyndaquil seemed amused¡ªbut he was unfazed as long as Heracross understood, which he ultimately did as the move neared perfection.

    Cyndaquil was another matter entirely. Whether peculiar to this particular Cyndaquil or not, his understanding and learning were rapid. Perhaps Aisha¡¯s theory about young, unevolved Pok¨¦mon learning more swiftly held merit. Rollout was close to being perfected. By the time Heracross mastered Swords Dance, Cyndaquil might have acquired three moves. If Cyndaquil learned yet another move before departing Dirthrow, it would make three: Quick Attack, Rollout, and a third yet to be chosen by Elduran. He didn''t need to consult his phone to recall Cyndaquil¡¯s potential moves; he knew them all by heart. Rollout and Quick Attack significantly enhanced Cyndaquil''s mobility. Elduran was torn between teaching Flame Wheel or Flame Charge next. Flame Wheel packed a punch and enhanced maneuverability, while Flame Charge increased speed with each use. Though both moves typically hit harder than Ember, Cyndaquil''s expertise as a special attacker, meaning moves that mostly were effective from distance, made Flame Wheel only slightly stronger since it was a physical move. Elduran leaned towards Flame Charge though, opting to rely entirely on evasion in battle.

    In the past few days, he couldn''t shake the feeling that without someone directing him where to go and whom to target, he''d become obsolete to the group. Even Faelan proved more valuable¡ªafter all, Faelan owned the house. While such doubts might plague others, he found they didn''t trouble him, though he kept pondering over the shift. Despite the pervasive danger lurking in every shadow and the possibility that today might mark him as an assassination target, this was the first time in ages that the group didn''t entirely depend on him. The dynamics had shifted. He never enjoyed leading, he merely recognized his proficiency in it. Each time they arrived in a town or city, he wished others would take the helm. Out in the wilderness, however, he sensed that leadership would once more be thrust upon him, regardless of his desires.

    Elduran settled onto the ground, reclining on his back as the sun gradually descended into the evening sky. The construction crew would soon be departing. He called his Pok¨¦mon for a well-deserved break, and all three approached him. Cyndaquil, as usual, nestled comfortably on his chest, savoring the closeness. Vivillon had been like that initially when he first encountered her¡ªperhaps a reaction to the trauma she endured during the Ho-oh attack, losing her trainer, and then gaining a new one, a stranger in a completely altered environment. Now, Vivillon was no longer so clingy. Heracross, on the other hand, mirrored Elduran in his preference for space. He respected and loved everyone, though he wasn''t particularly eager to display it. Nonetheless, he delighted in a bit of praise for his skill and strength, a complete goofball at heart.

    Elduran allowed himself and his Pok¨¦mon to rest there for half an hour; they had earned it, and he needed them rejuvenated for what lay ahead¡ªa venture both foolhardy and utterly necessary. He wouldn''t breathe a word of his plan to the others; they needn''t know, and they''d likely disapprove of his tactics.

    Elduran assured Cyndaquil, Vivillon, and Heracross, "If anyone wants out, let me know now¡ªI won''t hold it against you, seriously."

    All three met his gaze with undeniable resolve. That was all the answer he needed. He required at least one of them, as bringing his bow was out of the question; it would broadcast his identity to the world. Displaying his Pok¨¦mon would be risky enough, but he was confident he could keep even that under wraps.

    He recalled his Pok¨¦mon and, after traversing a few blocks, entered a clothing store. It didn''t take long to find the desired item¡ªa white hooded cape, light and common in this town. Locals used it to shield themselves from the searing sun on scorching days. After purchasing it, he donned it immediately and, before heading out, raised the hood. Once on the street, he kept his head bowed and started walking. He passed Faelan''s house on the right, where construction workers were busily engaged with the building''s exterior. The progress was impressive.

    At the plaza, he spotted Anaya with her two Pok¨¦mon, Smeargle and Grafaiai, setting up their equipment. She had completed a painting yesterday and now aimed to create a similar one by night. Elduran chose to skirt around the gym, avoiding proximity to her as a precaution against recognition. Navigating through two more intersections, he went around the gym and library, emerging on the opposite side of the plaza¡ªa bit closer to Anaya than he preferred. The first building on the west side of the plaza stood before him. It was undoubtedly the finest building there, newly renovated and fenced, with a lawn adorned with various flowers encircling the two-story stone structure.

    He waited until the street was clear, then released Vivillon and Cyndaquil. They acted without instruction, having rehearsed the plan multiple times over the past three days. Vivillon would lift Cyndaquil toward the small circular window on the second floor, likely a bathroom window, people and their obsession with fresh air, Elduran mused. She could ascend a little before fatigue set in. Cyndaquil perched on her back while she flew up; the crucial part was for Vivillon to hover just below the window long enough for Cyndaquil to squeeze through. Though a tight fit, Vivillon was steady for more than two seconds. The plan worked; Cyndaquil was inside.

    Minutes later, Elduran recognized the creak of a door swinging open. His primary worry had been whether Cyndaquil could manage the lock. They had practiced on various doors, yet the twist knob posed the greatest challenge¡ªit was simply too small to grasp while leaping. In the worst-case scenario, had Cyndaquil refused to join him on this venture, he would have resorted to breaking a window; he might still have to resort to that option. He considered the likelihood of alarms being installed; given that the door was locked only at the knob and the bathroom window was perpetually ajar, he doubted it was even secured. The top lock had never been engaged; the individual he observed always locked only the knob. As people strolled by, he bided his time, then approached the gate, which was always left unlocked, and made his way to the main entrance.

    Inside, Cyndaquil awaited him near the door. The lock had been an easy push knob¡ªserendipity indeed. Otherwise, Cyndaquil would have needed several attempts. The kitchen lay straight ahead. Elduran proceeded, after locking the main door, noting brand-new white cabinets. Any lingering doubts he had about the occupant''s innocence dissipated upon seeing the house''s lavish interior. The kitchen table was against the wall he entered from, perfect for remaining unseen from the doorway. Aware of the time, he opted to scout the rest of the house before taking a seat, ensuring there were no unexpected surprises. He always preferred to err on the side of caution, a lesson learned from experiences that left no room for mistakes.

    The house was unremarkable throughout, freshly renovated, and that was the essence of the building. Whether right or wrong, legal or not, Elduran was indifferent. His sole concern was the information he was about to receive. He returned to the kitchen, choosing the chair furthest from the doorway. Carefully, he released Heracross and recalled Vivillon and Cyndaquil. It was prudent not to reveal all his Pok¨¦mon in case things turned sour. The presence of a Heracross wouldn¡¯t lead anyone directly to him; after all, he had spotted numerous trainers with one on the streets of Dirthrow. However, he realized he had seen none like Cyndaquil and Vivillon in that area.

    About an hour later, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed through the stillness, followed by the familiar creak of the door as it swung open and then shut once more. Slow, deliberate footsteps approached the kitchen, and a plump woman in her sixties entered, flicking on the lights as she went. She headed straight for the refrigerator, oblivious to Heracross and Elduran lurking nearby. Pulling open the fridge door, she retrieved a water bottle and filled a glass she had just taken from the upper cabinet beside it. As she drank, she turned around, only to find Heracross suddenly right in front of her. The glass slipped from her grip and shattered on the floor. Stumbling backward into the cabinet, she caught sight of Elduran as well¡ªa shadowy figure, his head bowed beneath a flowing white hooded cloak.

    Elduran trusted Heracross implicitly, convinced she bore no Pok¨¦ Balls; otherwise, he would have acted with swiftness. This situation had certainly become less complex, he mused. Following their earlier instructions, he moved cautiously closer, attuned to the possibility of a firearm, though he harbored little belief that she would possess one.

    "You are going to tell me everything you know about those four staying in the hotel," Elduran commanded, his voice turning sharp and unforgiving.

    "The hotel is closed," she replied, her voice trembling.

    "Not a great start to our little chat. One more wrong answer and Heracross here might have to get involved. Let''s try this again... Audrey. Share anything you might have overheard about them, even if it''s just a random Pok¨¦mon name, a city or town, anywhere in the world. I don''t need specifics, just anything," Elduran pressed.

    "They bought the place and hired me from a poster out front. I was literally the first person to apply. How do you know my name?" Audrey asked, clearly terrified.

    "You''re avoiding my question. It¡¯s quite easy to find names these days. This is your last chance¡ªtalk," Elduran warned as Heracross moved so close he was almost touching her.

    "I overheard something about Route 114 near Dasos City. That''s it, I swear. Why are you doing this to me?" Audrey pleaded, trying to put distance between herself and Heracross, but failing as he matched her every move.

    "Because you¡¯ve been a naughty girl, Audrey. You''re being paid an exorbitant amount of money to run a supposedly closed business. Your new and beautiful home doesn''t quite fit a front desk clerk''s salary. You must realize they''re up to something illegal. I''d think a woman of your experience would recognize Tauros shit" Elduran continued, his tone still harsh.

    "Even if they are," she sobbed, "I¡¯m not doing anything illegal myself. I needed the money; I was close to having nothing for retirement. Do you know how tough things are in Tenera? Are you even from around here? Your accent says otherwise. Who are you to judge me?" Audrey asked, tears streaming down her face, yet showing a glimmer of defiance.

    Elduran disregarded her question. She had provided something, which was more than they had gleaned from Mew, who had been secluded in their room for days. Yet, it was merely a random City name with no context beyond the route designation. Still, it was something.

    "Anything else? Think hard. Sometimes Heracross just likes to punch things even without my command. He has a knack for sensing when someone''s lying, I believe," Elduran said.

    "I know their names," Audrey said.

    In truth, Elduran realized they hadn''t uncovered the couple''s names. They knew of Dan and Keesh, but the others had likely mentioned something he''d overlooked. His inattention to names was remarkable. They held little significance to him, but in case the others hadn''t identified the remaining two, this was an opportunity. Plus, if she omitted Dan and Keesh, he''d know she was lying.

    "Actually, I don''t. Never cared much for their names. Go ahead, tell me," Elduran said.

    "They''re Sue, Jake, Keesh, and Dan. I swear I don''t know their surnames," Audrey replied.

    She''d spoken truthfully about Keesh and Dan, so likely the others were genuine too. Still, all he had was a route and a city name.

    "Anything else unusual? Ever seen them with Pok¨¦mon or even Pok¨¦balls?" Elduran pressed.

    "No, I haven''t," she said, her legs seeming ready to buckle. He remained indifferent.

    "Firearms?"

    "No, no firearms either," she answered.

    "Anything else you''ve heard them discuss? Think hard, Audrey," Elduran urged.

    Audrey appeared to be straining to find something to appease him. No, not to appease, he thought, but to prevent him from killing her¡ªsomething he had no intention of doing.

    "They really don''t talk at all in front of me," Audrey stated, a hint of frustration in her voice.

    She had wrestled with her thoughts to muster that simple response, there was more there. Elduran wished Aisha were with him; alone, he had only one recourse. In a cold, detached tone, he instructed Heracross, "Punch her."

    Heracross obliged, executing what had been practiced numerous times before¡ªa feeble blow that resembled a slap. Yet, it still sent Audrey to her knees, bleeding from broken glass scattered on the floor. Elduran remained indifferent. Her sobs grew loud until Heracross silenced her with a firm hand over her mouth.

    "Let us review this once again. Recall anything¡ªno matter how insignificant or absurd it might appear¡ªthat you may have overheard from them. Bear in mind, your generous compensation for this...exhausting task you perform for them will continue, and I assure you, your life is secure," Elduran promised her.

    When Audrey relaxed, Heracross released her, allowing her to speak. Tears streaking her face, she began, "We don''t need more people, we can''t look incompetent. The Mayor is on our side, they¡¯ll let us back in the library. To be cautious, he''ll meet me on Route 114 near the Dasos City base to discuss."

    "Wait, who said that? How did you even hear it?" Elduran probed.

    As I was tidying up the hallway upstairs, the door was left ajar for the first time. Dan, the oldest of the four, spoke of it¡ªnot in precise terms, but in a manner that lingers in my memory. I wasn''t meant to overhear, so I slipped quietly to my desk. You can''t tell anyone! This could ruin everything!" Audrey urged, her voice a trembling whisper, her eyes wide with the weight of uncertainty.

    "If I ever have a heart-to-heart with them, Audrey, rest assured it¡¯ll differ greatly from our exchange. This conversation won¡¯t surface, trust me," Elduran assured her, though the weight of the decision lingered heavily on his conscience as he rose, moving toward the front door while keeping his face obscured. As he left the kitchen, he advised, "Consider finding a legitimate job. I¡¯d hate to see what happens once the police start... cleaning up."

    As he was exiting the building, he recalled Heracross from afar. Leaving the property, he veered away from the plaza. When out of sight, he swiftly removed his cape, its fabric whispering against the air; he folded it into a small rectangle with practiced hands, tucking it into his knee pocket¡ªremarkable how thin it was, hidden yet invaluable. Later, he made his way back to the plaza, seeing Anaya, Smeargle, and Grafaiai engrossed in painting on its west side. He approached them.

    The day''s revelations were significant. He should have sought Audrey sooner. The Mayor was either entangled with the Watchers or he was one of them, and a base near Route 114 close to Dasos City was crucial intel. The eavesdropped conversation must have occurred the night they were expelled; otherwise, Mew would have overheard as they never left until Dan retired for the night.

    This information needed to be shared. No matter how he tried to present it, there was no recounting his discovery without embedding the truth. Faelan would surely understand, and perhaps Anaya would as well. Yet, Aisha and Jabari¡ªthey would be furious. With Anaya standing before him, he resolved to enlist her support for the challenging conversation that lay ahead. Anger or disappointment from Jabari and Aisha didn''t trouble him; he knew that feigning remorse or regret might somewhat appease them, but he never understood why he found it impossible to fake anything. He had been deceiving himself ever since the day his parents died, up until the moment Aisha had knocked him down repeatedly using a Copperajah¡¯s ass, forcing him to awaken from the illusions he''d built around hating everything that could use Tackle and be contained in a red and white orb. It must have taken an immense amount of effort to construct such a barrier, yet it took that much and more for him to sustain a lie or a pretense¡ªhe had to truly believe it.

    "Damn, your painting looks awful," Elduran remarked, catching Anaya off guard as she swiftly turned to face him.

    "Well, of course it does; I''ve just started. But at this stage, I think it bears a slight resemblance to your face," Anaya replied.

    "Fair enough, I can see that too. Maybe I should buy it as it is; I''ll never need a mirror again," Elduran quipped.

    "Five thousand should cover it," Anaya said, extending her hand expectantly.

    "Damn, that''s an awfully expensive mirror," Elduran chuckled.

    Grafaiai shot him a menacing glance, as if Elduran''s presence was unwelcome¡ªof course, it probably was. Smeargle, on the other hand, appeared delighted to see him; then again, Smeargle always seemed pleased to see everyone.

    "What brings you here, anyway? Coming from the west, huh? What''s out there for you? Ah, let me guess, you discovered a new coffee shop," Anaya teased.

    "Nope, no coffee shop today. Instead, I broke into a house, threatened an old lady, had Blue knock her down on broken glass, and got some intel about Dave meeting the Mayor at a base on Route 114 near Dasos City. They''re planning to pressure the library into letting those two fools keep revisiting," Elduran recounted.

    "Wow, that''s some serious improvisation¡ªimpressive skills," Anaya remarked.

    Elduran merely watched her, a smirk playing on his lips, not uttering a word but maintaining his gaze. It dawned on him that he was undeniably drawn to Anaya. Her spark and straightforwardness captivated him. Although he wouldn''t act on these feelings, denying them would be foolish. She returned his gaze, still expecting an answer.

    "Did an Arbok bite your tongue or something?" Anaya quipped.

    Elduran continued to look at her.

    "You know what, I give up," Anaya said, turning away and picking up her brush. She barely painted three strokes before glancing back, finding Elduran with the same smirking expression. Handing the brush to Smeargle, she turned to him again. "Damn, you''re actually telling the truth, aren''t you?" she acknowledged.

    "Yes, I''m afraid I am," he confirmed.

    "Arceus''s stinking urine, Jabari will have your hide¡ªand he''s got two Legendary Pok¨¦mon with him," Anaya warned.

    "I''m sure Mew would side with me," Elduran replied confidently.

    "They would, they definitely would. You''ve stirred up quite the fucking storm. Tell me everything damn it," Anaya demanded.

 Chapter 14 - Faelan

    Chapter 14 - Faelan

    Faelan clocked in from 14:00 to 22:00, at which point Xylen arrived to take over his duties. She worked the night shift as a security guard, someone he didn''t particularly care for. Her overt sociability and friendliness unsettled him, and she''d repeatedly suggested they go on  a date¡ªan idea that held no appeal for Faelan. Not with her, at least. Her muscular build wasn''t to his taste, but what really put him off was her immaturity. Despite being a few years older than him, she behaved like a child. He loathed admitting it, but he sought more of a maternal figure in a companion, not an equal partner. He was too messed up for that. He needed someone to guide him, to say what needed to be done.

    She once did invite him, having grown tired of constantly refusing her, to just come over to her apartment and simply have fun. Faelan interpreted that as an invitation for intimacy, no strings attached, which is why he agreed at the time. It began as such, but afterwards, she would not let him be; she refused to let him leave her apartment and wouldn''t even allow him to dress. She had manipulated the situation, believing that after the act left him feeling good and relaxed, he would be enamored with her. Contrary to her expectations, once it was over, he felt even more repelled by her. Those invitations continued to come; however, he had learned his lesson. There was no chance he would find himself in the same situation with her again.

    He gathered his belongings, ignoring her greeting, and exited through the front door. As he crossed the plaza toward his home, he noticed Elduran and Anaya engaged in a heated argument on his right, not far from where he stood. He nearly approached them but chose not to intervene. What would he achieve, he wondered. He¡¯d likely just be a quiet onlooker, and they probably wouldn¡¯t want him there anyway. Continuing to his house, he entered and found Jabari warming water on the stove, which stood alone against the wall. All the cabinets had been removed by that time. Further inside, on the opposite side of the room, Aisha was speaking with the three children, while the ever-faithful Cubone stayed by their side, never leaving the kids.

    "Care for some tea?" Jabari inquired of Faelan.

    "Sure, why not. Thanks," Faelan replied.

    Jabari retrieved two cups from a nearby small table, placed a tea bag in each, and poured in the hot water. He set them on the cooktop and turned to Faelan, "They''ll be ready in five minutes," he said.

    Faelan nodded, his attention caught by laughter. He turned to see Aisha and the children. Little Tress was sprinting away from Aisha, clutching a broom and giggling, as Aisha chased her, a wide smile lighting up her face. Aisha caught up, gently tackling Tress to the ground with care, heedless of the dusty floor. Tress still clung to the broom, laughing as Aisha tickled her, trying to coax her to release it. Cubone hopped onto Aisha, as if aiding her, and soon the boys joined in on Aisha''s side, forming Team Aisha against Team Tress. Jake, the boy with brown hair and the most common name in Tenera, finally succeeded in snatching the broom. Everyone was enveloped in joyous laughter. Aisha seemed like a different person, Faelan mused.

    "For all her talk, justifying why she brought them in, she really cares for them. It''s nothing to do with labor¡ªdon¡¯t tell her that, though," Jabari remarked, his gaze also fixed on them.

    "She''s a good person," Faelan said.

    "Do your talks with her help you at all?" Jabari asked.

    "She told you about them?" Faelan asked, a hint of shyness coloring his voice.

    "No, my boy, but it''s clear you''re looking a tad better, and there''s no way you''re discussing renovations all those hours in her room upstairs," Jabari replied with a gentle smile, turning to remove the tea bags from the mugs and handing one to Faelan.

    "Is it that obvious?" Faelan inquired.

    "It is, but there''s no need to fret. Eventually, all the pieces will fall into place. You''ll see," Jabari replied.

    "What are you implying?" Faelan pressed.

    "Trying to decipher my words, huh? Forget it. Sometimes even I don''t grasp what I''m saying. Words just escape my mind," Jabari explained.

    "You enjoy speaking in riddles, don''t you?" Faelan remarked.

    "Aren''t we all riddles? Such is the nature of the human mind," Jabari mused.

    "Are you taking Aisha''s place tonight?" Faelan asked.

    "Oh no, I wouldn''t dare," Jabari responded.

    Mew appeared suddenly, catching Faelan by surprise. His training instinctively led his hand to his gun before realizing it was only Mew. Faelan didn''t harbor the same animosity toward legendary Pok¨¦mon as Elduran once did, though he wasn''t sure if Elduran still held those feelings. He had witnessed the tremendous power a small Pok¨¦mon like Mew possessed. It was astonishing. The other day, they had lifted all the cabinets simultaneously and shattered them in seconds. He couldn''t even imagine their combat capabilities. Considering powerful trainers could actually defeat them with a team of six highly-trained Pok¨¦mon, his handgun seemed rather insignificant. No wonder Elduran eventually broke his mental barriers and became a trainer. To be fair, Mew was friendly with the whole team, especially Jabari, though Elduran wasn''t far behind. Possessing immense strength didn''t mean they wanted to harm everyone¡ªa lesson the Watchers could learn.

    Meltan emerged from Jabari''s jacket to greet Mew. They rarely stayed in their Pok¨¦balls. Well, if you could even call those Pok¨¦balls theirs. They could easily break them if they wished. The connection between Mew and Meltan was extraordinary. Faelan wondered why he couldn''t ever feel like that. It had nothing to do with the Watchers killing his family. He just couldn''t show emotion. He felt it, but displaying it seemed burdensome. How could he ever connect with anyone that way? Deep down, he knew that once you cared for something, expectations arose. And that was the issue: expecting anything from him was absurd, relying on him, utterly insane. They saw him as a good soldier. He wasn''t sure how much they understood the turmoil within his mind, but if they equated lack of emotion with being the perfect soldier, they were mistaken. Not showing emotion and not having any are different. He focused on training more than anyone else, even more so than Elduran. Elduran put significant effort into studying Pok¨¦mon, and given his successful career later on, he certainly chose wisely.

    "Hello, Mew! Greetings, Meltan! I shall leave you now to confer with Jabari. You likely have important information to share with him," Faelan said, as Meltan sprang onto him, nestling warmly against his neck. A rare moment of affection from a Pok¨¦mon caught him off guard, stirring something within him. He savored a sip of his tea, setting the cup gently upon the stove, scarcely tasting it. Suddenly, a flood of images, thoughts, and emotions inundated his mind. Turning, he met Mew¡¯s gaze, who smiled gently at him. A soothing wave of reassurance washed over him¡ªnot mere emotional support, but a profound acceptance of his very being. It was an unfamiliar, yet welcome sensation. Unsure of how to respond, Faelan instinctively began to bow, but a telepathic force lifted his head back up, the stern expression on Mew¡¯s face making it clear they disliked such reverence. Elduran had warned everyone that Mew rejected worship; few had heeded, but Faelan now recognized Elduran''s truth. He gently lifted Meltan from his neck, handing them back to Jabari. "Thank you, both," he said, his gaze shifting from Meltan to Mew. With a final glance towards Aisha and the children, he ascended the stairs to his room¡ªshared with Elduran.

    Barely a minute after stepping into the room, there came a knock at the door. Faelan called out for the visitor to enter, and when the door swung open, Aisha walked in.

    "Hey, how''d your shift go?" Aisha asked.

    "Same as always," Faelan replied.

    "Well, not always; I did tweak your schedule a bit that day," Aisha said.

    "That you did," Faelan acknowledged with a smile.

    Aisha''s face lit up with a smile of her own.

    "What¡¯s got you smiling?" Elduran inquired.

    "Because you¡¯re smiling. I can¡¯t remember the last time I saw you do that. Come on, let''s head to my room in case Elduran comes back. Where is he, anyway?" Aisha wondered.

    As Faelan followed her out of the room, he mentioned, "I saw him arguing with Anaya down at the plaza, where she paints."

    "Are you sure it was an argument?" Aisha asked, opening the door to her room.

    "With those two, who knows? Sometimes I think Anaya¡¯s like a female Elduran, but even more... I can''t quite find the word," Faelan said.

    "Direct. That''s the word you''re looking for. Neither of them sugarcoats anything; what''s on their mind just comes out," Aisha noted as she sat on the bed, the room''s only piece of furniture. Faelan joined her there.

    "Anyway, I don¡¯t think there¡¯s much left to discuss. We''ve covered pretty much everything about the renovation. I trust you to make the decisions; it seems that''s how it''s going anyway," Faelan stated.

    "We have plenty to discuss, but as for the renovation, you''ve contributed a lot. What are you talking about?" Aisha asked.

    "I''m not complaining. You''re much better at this, honestly. I''d actually feel more comfortable if you took charge. Besides, you guys are contributing more financially anyway," Faelan said.

    "That''s why we need to keep talking. You like shoving responsibility onto others, but that''s not about the money. But you do look better today¡ªsmiling, even," Aisha remarked.

    "I have smiled before," Faelan insisted.

    "No, you haven''t. Did something happen? Did you get laid or something?" Aisha teased.

    "What? No, definitely not. I''d probably feel the opposite if I did," Faelan confessed.

    "Why would that be? Do you not enjoy sex?" Aisha pressed.

    "Are you channeling Elduran now? Sensitive questions seem to come too easily," Faelan said.

    "It''s just a sex question. I thought men talked more easily about this... sensitive topic. You said sex leaves you feeling worse. I was curious, especially since you''ve been opening up a lot these past few days. I''m just wondering why this question''s touchy for you, that''s all," Aisha said as she released Hatenna, who leaped onto her lap. "Hey, Candy. Soundproof the room, please," Aisha instructed before turning her attention back to Faelan as Hatenna created an invisible bubble around them. "Feel like sharing now? No pressure, you don''t have to if you don''t want to," she added.

    "It''s not that I dislike sex; it''s more that I don''t like... I can''t quite explain it," Faelan said.

    "I get it. You don''t like the before and after. Now that makes sense," Aisha said.

    "Damn, am I that obvious?" Faelan asked.

    "I''m just good at this; I should''ve been a therapist," Aisha said with a smile.

    "Thanks for not laughing at me," Faelan said.

    "Why would I laugh? It¡¯s serious. How are we ever going to find you a girlfriend?" she joked, still smiling.

    "I don¡¯t need any of that," Faelan said.

    "You¡¯ll realize sometime that you do. You just need someone who understands you perfectly. So, why are you in such a good mood, anyway? Still dodging my question," Aisha said.

    "Huh? Well, you ask two questions every time you talk, and don¡¯t give me time to answer," Faelan pointed out.

    "My bad. It''s a habit of mine¡ªcramming questions into my sentences. That¡¯s my agent side talking. So?" Aisha prompted.

    "Mew connected with me telepathically and made me feel... good about being... me. No one¡¯s ever done that. People usually try to change me," Faelan said.

    "Damn, I thought our talks made you feel better. I don¡¯t completely agree with Mew, but I¡¯ve come to see these past few days that you need a little change, to allow people into your life. Endure them for a bit, and maybe they¡¯ll understand who you are and what you want and give you the space you need. Mew¡¯s right about that part. I¡¯m sorry if I pushed too hard," Aisha admitted.

    "Aisha, our conversations have helped. Not necessarily to make me feel better about myself, but I do feel more comfortable with all of you¡ªexcept for Anaya. Everyone else gives me space and only asks what''s necessary. I don¡¯t like small talk; you know that. But this perfect girlfriend you talk about doesn¡¯t exist, and she shouldn¡¯t. What relationship survives without random conversations? It wouldn¡¯t be fair to her or me. Someone would suffer," Faelan explained.

    Hatenna leapt onto Faelan¡¯s lap, her tail pointed toward his head as she settled in and entered his mind. He felt happiness from her and gratitude as she drifted off to sleep.

    "Wow. Candy loves calm environments, and you must be brimming with calmness. Maybe I should transfer her to you. You¡¯re probably the calmest person around. A perfect trainer for the Hatenna line," she said, smiling.

    Faelan watched the sleeping Hatenna on his lap. At least he was good to someone in this state, he thought. She seemed to be in bliss. His eyes then drifted to Aisha, who wore a gentle smile directed at both him and Hatenna. Why had it taken him so long to recognize her allure? She spoke more than he preferred, and standing so tall, he couldn''t help but notice she fell short of his ideal height. Her vibrant hair, a vivid blend of green and yellow, was far from his usual taste for understated beauty, favoring natural looks with hardly a trace of makeup. Yet, in that fleeting moment, he acknowledged that she might not be the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered, but she certainly ranked among the most captivating. For someone like him, that distinction held immense significance.

    "Um, Faelan, are you alright? You''ve been staring at me. Is there something on your mind?" Aisha inquired.

    "What? Oh, no... nothing," Faelan replied as he stood up and gently set Hatenna on the bed. Turning to Aisha, he continued, "I''ll head out now and let you get some rest. You''ve got an important day tomorrow. Best of luck with your gym battle," Faelan added.

    Aisha smiled at him. "You know, sometimes it''s good to be a bit like Elduran and express what''s on your mind. Who knows, I might have said yes," she remarked.

    "What do you mean? Said yes to what?" Faelan questioned.

    "Nevermind. Will you come to watch my battle? It''s just an hour after your shift ends," Aisha asked.

    "Do you want me to be there?" Faelan inquired.

    "Yes, I would love that very much," Aisha replied.

    Faelan prepared to leave, "I''ll be there," he promised.

    "Thank you, see you in the morning," Aisha called after him.

    Faelan was making his way to his room when Elduran ascended the stairs in apparent good spirits¡ªperhaps he had misunderstood and Elduran and Anaya had not quarreled after all. Without a word, Elduran opened the door for him. Faelan entered first, followed by Elduran, who released all three of his Pok¨¦mon. Cyndaquil dashed toward the bed, always in search of comfort. Heracross, however, preferred to settle by the door, ever the vigilant guardian. Among the trio, Heracross was the most peculiar¡ªa formidable Pok¨¦mon, yet his bond with Elduran was extraordinarily strong. Aisha had told him that Elduran had effectively battled Heracross alone with only Vivillon''s support. Her theory was that Heracross respected Elduran''s strength after their encounter, and she believed that he saw Elduran as an elder brother. Of all Elduran''s Pok¨¦mon, Heracross reflected his personality most closely. Yet, it was Vivillon who held the most special place in Elduran''s heart, their bond forged when they survived the Ho-oh attack and were trapped for over a week in a truck trailer. Vivillon, too, headed for the bed, choosing her usual spot at its foot when Elduran slept. She appeared tired, as Faelan noticed with clarity.

    "I saw you with Anaya at the plaza," mentioned Faelan.

    "We have something vital to discuss, but it will have to wait until after Little Light Bulb''s gym battle," replied Elduran.

    "And why is that?" inquired Faelan.

    "Because it might unsettle her; she is quite sensitive," Elduran explained.

    "You know, you can treat her like an adult," Faelan suggested.

    "See, that right there shows exactly why I need to wait until after her battle to speak," Elduran remarked.

    "What do you mean?" asked Faelan.

    "That anything I say to you now, you won''t be able to keep it from her. Faelan, trust me, I''m glad you''re getting close to her, but for her benefit, this conversation will take place the morning after her gym battle," Elduran assured.

    Faelan inhaled deeply. It might have been the first time Elduran had truly grated on his nerves. Perhaps he ought to put his faith in him, he mused. It was well-known that Elduran had a legendary reputation in APSO for maintaining his composure in the most challenging situations. Moreover, Elduran was likely correct; for some reason, Faelan doubted that if the information was significant, he would have managed to keep it a secret from Aisha.

    "Alright, I trust you," Faelan said.

    "Don''t look so gloomy, you acting like this actually makes me happy. She is infusing life inside that husk you call body of yours," Elduran said. Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.

    Faelan lay on the bed, rested his head on the pillow, and turned to face the wall. He should have been furious with Elduran for the way he had spoken to him, yet he never was. Not with Elduran. While Elduran wasn''t always correct, his perspective had consistently been understandable. He had seemed devoid of hidden agendas, merely expressing his view of how things had appeared. It had been practically impossible to ask him to refrain from doing so. Truthfully, Faelan had considered this trait preferable; Elduran had been like a window into others'' minds, offering insight into how they would have probably perceived him.

    ***

    Upon awakening, Faelan was greeted by the clamor emanating from the ground floor. It was the day set aside for the installation of new windows. Elduran was already awake, likely engrossed in training with his Pok¨¦mon¡ªa pursuit he had become almost obsessed with of late. After a refreshing shower, Faelan glanced toward Aisha¡¯s room, noting her door stood ajar. A quick peek confirmed her absence; surely, she too was engaged in training, given her impending gym battle. It dawned on Faelan that staying at home might not be wise today. Even Jabari and Anaya, who were hardly early risers, seemed to have vacated the premises.

    Faelan counted himself among those who relied on the invigorating surge of a cold morning shower to awaken his senses. It roused his spirits, preparing him to face the challenges of the day ahead. Despite running diligently each morning, his exercise regimen was devoid of rest days. He had long realized that his dedication stemmed less from a desire to maintain physical fitness and more from the mental clarity he achieved through his runs and strength training, which fueled his persistence. He dedicated roughly an hour each morning to this ritual, before even indulging in breakfast, concluding with a soothing hot shower¡ªa routine that remained steadfast and unwavering. Today, he adhered once more to his usual routine.

    After completing his hot shower, he chose not to squander his time today by watching shows on his phone¡ªa habit he had maintained for years. Though a TV would have been preferable, the phone sufficed for his needs. Additionally, he forwent his habitual and overly meticulous gun cleaning, a daily ritual that verged on the obsessive even by the most extreme measures.

    He began his walk toward the northern part of town, which undeniably stood as the more charming section of Dirthrow¡ªat least, he mused, more so than the rest. He spotted even more fresh faces than he had the day before, mostly young. Likely all trainers, drawn to Dirthrow for their inaugural gym challenge. It would have been advantageous, he reflected, if their caf¨¦¡ªor whatever it was that Aisha truly envisioned¡ªwere open now, so they could begin making money. The contractor informed him earlier today that at least two good weeks were necessary to complete the first floor to Aisha''s specifications, allowing them to open the business while the second floor was still under construction. But what about the noise¡ªit crossed his mind¡ªwouldn''t that deter customers? Well, he supposed Aisha had probably considered that.

    As he walked, he realized he was right by the hotel where those goons stayed. Mew was there now, according to the intel¡ªtop floor, last window, with a vent beside it for entry and exit. Glancing up to check the vent, he saw it warp open, then warp shut. That was strange, he thought, but it could only be Mew causing it, he figured after a moment. Did they just go in or come out? Curse that invisibility, he thought. Then he felt Mew transmitting information to him through various means, but images worked best for him, a fact Mew understood, and so more images flooded his mind.

    "Are you suggesting we¡¯re trailing Dan?" Faelan whispered cautiously.

    Mew suggested he keep an eye out for Dan emerging from around the corner down the road.

    "I¡¯m probably the worst candidate to tail him; he knows my face too well¡ªhard to forget the person who expelled you from a facility," Faelan mused, fully aware that Mew could be lurking just out of sight, easily slipping past his notice.

    As predicted by Mew, a heavyset man with very dark skin and a completely bald head, appearing to be in his late forties, rounded the corner. That was undeniably Dan, Faelan noted. Given his lack of disguise, Faelan had no choice but to follow from a considerable distance.

    "Just fly up and ensure you don''t lose him," he murmured softly, hoping Mew would heed him, "I¡¯m unsure of how far your communication can reach, but I suggest you ascend and keep track of him. If you can still relay information from above, guide me accordingly," Faelan concluded.

    Messages of agreement filtered through to him. Time to see how this method would work. Purposefully, he let Dan blend into the crowd, and mere moments later, Mew relayed impressions telepathically, forming vivid images in his mind of when and where to navigate. Following someone like this was astonishingly straightforward, he thought. Mew even warned him to slow down as Dan paused ahead. How often does one follow without ever seeing the individual, Faelan pondered. Moments later, Mew urged him forward. Five minutes after, Dan reached the monorail station and boarded a train. Mew insisted Faelan follow, while they returned to possibly scout Keesh, unwilling to abandon Jabari and Meltan. Faelan noted the train''s destination¡ªDasos City. Rationally, boarding the train was the clear course of action; he planned to resign in a week and could notify others to inform the library he was resigning just a few days earlier. Yet, he could not bring himself to do it. Any other day, perhaps, but not today.

    "I¡¯m sorry, Mew, but I cannot go either," he whispered as quietly as he could, walking away, half-expecting Mew to psychically compel him onto the train. Instead, he was met with a strikingly human question in the form of an image entering his mind, simply: why?

    "I promised Aisha I¡¯d watch her match today. But honestly, Mew, it''s more than that; I genuinely want to see her compete. I am sorry," Faelan expressed, pleasantly surprised by Mew''s understanding. An idea suddenly sparked in Faelan''s mind¡ªthe tracking devices from his APSO days. Their batteries could hold out for a couple of days at least. He began to murmur, "The train won''t leave for another fifteen minutes. Go to my room and grab a tracker. I''ll picture it for you¡ªit¡¯s on the top shelf with my firearms. Did you catch that?" Faelan asked. Mew responded with a sensation of affirmation. Faelan whispered on, "Hurry, as fast as you can, please." He paused, waiting for Mew''s telepathic connection, but nothing came. Faelan allowed himself a slight smile; they had already departed.

    He knew which wagon Dan had entered, but Dan might have switched to another. A street vendor was peddling hats with Pok¨¦ball logos, so he swiftly purchased one and pulled it low enough to see from the corners of his eyes. As he strolled along, he glanced into each wagon''s windows, looking for his quarry. He spotted Dan in a wagon further ahead¡ªhis bald head was unmistakable. There were two seats on either side; Dan claimed the aisle seat with a small suitcase occupying the window seat beside him. Advising Mew to slip the tracker behind Dan''s coat collar seemed like the best option; fortunately, Dan''s black coat would effectively hide the black tracker. Suitcases weren''t as reliable unless you had time to attach it near the wheels, and with the suitcase on the window side, the task grew even more challenging. Nonetheless, Mew was more than up to the job. He would lay out both possibilities and let Mew decide.

    He sat on a bench near the wagon where Dan was, waiting for Mew, only three minutes left, damn it, he thought. He looked behind him towards the south, though he couldn''t explain why he did that¡ªMew would be invisible, rendering his glance futile. As he turned his head back, he caught sight of something unusual, prompting him to turn again and confirm what he saw: a black dot hurtling straight toward him. Damn, the tracker doesn¡¯t turn invisible like Mew. When it arrived, he snatched it with a swift motion, hoping not too many people noticed. Now for the final part of the plan¡ªMew would go in and place the tracker. But then Faelan had a harrowing realization: everyone would see a small black metal object floating in mid-air. Damn, he thought.

    ¡°I guess I have to do this. If they see a floating metal device, people might panic. If Dan spots it, this is over,¡± Faelan whispered, fully aware that Mew was invisibly beside him. They radiated a presence of encouragement. ¡°Here goes nothing,¡± Faelan muttered, louder than he intended.

    He rose, calculating he had a minute left, fortunate that tickets were not needed to enter¡ªthe scanning happened once the train was en route. He entered the wagon; Dan was seated in the third row ahead, on the right. Luckily, no one sat behind Dan. Faelan didn¡¯t have time to do this the right way, and truth be told, he wasn''t adept at the alternative. He had to try, nevertheless. He approached the seat behind Dan and, as he lowered himself, feigned a stumble, grabbing Dan''s chair and part of his collar as he discreetly placed the device under the crease. Dan retaliated, turning to him, while Faelan feigned pain, looking out the window with his head bowed.

    ¡°What the hell do you think you¡¯re doing?¡± Dan demanded.

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, kind sir. I slipped. I have chronic back pain¡ªit¡¯s tough standing up and sitting down,¡± Faelan replied.

    ¡°Learn to deal with it without bothering others, you filthy piece of shit,¡± Dan snapped, turning back to face forward.

    ¡°I¡¯ll move to another wagon to avoid disrupting you in the future. Please accept my apologies,¡± Faelan said, rising carefully, still holding his back and feigning pain. Dan didn¡¯t bother with another glance or word. An announcement that the doors were closing prompted Faelan to turn towards the exit; he managed to wedge his foot between the closing doors, forcing them to reopen as a precaution against passengers getting stuck, then he hurried out. As the train picked up speed, he pulled out his phone, connected it to his software, and let a smile spread as a red dot moved along the map.

    ¡°We did it, Mew,¡± Faelan whispered.

    Mew didn¡¯t hold back from showing his appreciation, projecting it deep into Faelan''s heart.

    It was time to get to work soon. Returning home first would have been ideal, but it was better to explain to Aisha after her match, ensuring nothing distracted her focus. Faelan realized he was behaving just like he¡¯d criticized Elduran for doing the previous night. Yesterday, he believed it was wrong; today, his perspective shifted. Trusting Elduran the previous night and not pressing the issue was the right call, he felt satisfied with his choice.

    ***

    Faelan was the last to arrive at the gym. As he reached the top floor, he spotted Elduran, Jabari, and Anaya seated together to his left. He made his way over to join them just as Aisha was being called to send out her first Pok¨¦mon. The gym leader, Stephanie Crock, had already released Shiftry onto the battlefield. Faelan''s mind wandered for a moment, amused by how Stephanie seemed to overcompensate for her height with those long heels. Shaking off the stray thought, he refocused on the battle as Aisha sent Togetic to meet Shiftry. She appeared calm and confident¡ªquite unlike her usual self.

    "Hey guys, looks like I made it just in time," Faelan greeted as he settled in next to Elduran.

    "Came to watch the thrashing?" Elduran quipped.

    "You think Aisha doesn¡¯t stand a chance?" Faelan inquired.

    "Elduran''s convinced Aisha is going to clean the floor with the gym leader," Anaya remarked.

    "Aisha''s a strong trainer, especially in this kind of setting¡ªone-on-one battles with minimal risk of Pok¨¦mon getting seriously hurt. She''s focusing on getting more comfortable with battles that feel like life or death. I know I''m not the best, but I couldn¡¯t even touch her, and I never did," Elduran confessed.

    "Don''t underestimate yourself, Elduran. Aisha just has more experience," Jabari encouraged.

    "Alright, shush, the battle¡¯s starting," Faelan cut in.

    Elduran, Jabari, and Anaya exchanged knowing smiles.

    "Begin with a wish, Gale, and elevate yourself as high as you can before encountering the laser," Aisha instructed.

    ¡°Air Cutter,¡± Stephanie commanded.

    Togetic conjured a bright, small star that soared towards the sky, only to be intercepted by the razor-sharp gusts of Shiftry''s air cutter. The wind attack dissipated just before striking the laser, demonstrating Shiftry''s remarkable mastery over the attack''s range. Togetic already bore two crimson slash wounds on each of its sides.

    "Follow up with Razor Leaf," Stephanie said.

    Aisha responded, "Counter with Fairy Wind for protection."

    Razor-edged leaves whipped towards Togetic, but the gentle breeze, tinged with a soft pink hue emanating from Togetic, effortlessly halted them in their path. Shifty, however, remained out of reach from the wind''s effect.

    "Charge at him, Shiftry! Slip underneath and unleash your whirlwind," instructed Stephanie.

    "That won¡¯t do much damage, but beware¡ªthey''re plotting to disqualify you. They want you to rise and hit the laser. Fly a bit lower and stay in motion, keeping Shiftry from getting directly beneath you," Aisha warned.

    "You''re quite perceptive," Stephanie remarked to Aisha.

    Aisha remained silent, her attention riveted on the battlefield. She had yet to make a single offensive move, yet a calmness enveloped her; Faelan sensed a strategy brewing in her mind.

    Togetic descended to about fifteen feet above the ground, and Faelan estimated there still remained at least nine feet of altitude above him. Even if struck, he believed he could escape the whirlwind before facing elimination.

    With elegance, Togetic managed to evade one Whirlwind, but was grazed by Shiftry¡¯s second attempt. However, he swiftly broke free from its clutches moments later. Shiftry made several more attempts, yet Togetic continued to dodge effortlessly. What was her plan? Faelan wondered.

    "Unleash Air Cutter," Stephanie commanded.

    "The moment has arrived, Gale," Aisha remarked, gazing upward.

    Togetic, without waiting for a command, swooped down, enduring the sting of two Air Slashes cutting into him. Bleeding from his injuries, he appeared weakened, yet before Stephanie could issue an order, Togetic had already pressed a kiss to Shiftry''s chest. This act left a pink gash while his own wounds healed significantly¡ªhe had used Draining Kiss.

    "Reciprocate the gesture Shiftry," Stephanie commanded sharply, and that was when Faelan noticed it¡ªAisha''s smile. Whatever she had been crafting had come to fruition, though its nature eluded him still.

    Shiftry unleashed Mega Drain, siphoning the life force from Togetic.

    "Sweet Kiss, Gale. Let¡¯s bring this to a close," Aisha intoned with quiet resolve.

    "Stop and..." Stephanie began, but with Togetic so near, she fell silent; by the time Stephanie uttered a word, Togetic had already executed the move. This second kiss move had struck Shiftry. Sweet Kiss, a ranged Kiss Move, sent pink lips flying from Togetic to land on Shiftry, leaving him bewildered. He seemed utterly oblivious to his surroundings.

    "Moonblast Gale!" Aisha shouted.

    Togetic began to conjure a massive orb of moonlight energy before him, swelling in size at an astonishing rate. Faelan glanced upward. The Moon Blast was more potent and quicker when the moon was clear and full, and tonight, a luminous full moon hung directly above them, casting down serenity and peace. Yet, Togetic was harnessing that energy to manifest the opposite¡ªpure, unadulterated power. As he channeled this energy, a small star, seemingly in sync with the moon, descended and embedded itself into Togetic, miraculously healing him from the wounds inflicted by the two Air Cutters. The Moon Blast swelled to an almost insane diameter of ten feet, creating a crater in the sandy arena floor.

    Stephanie reached for Shiftry''s Pok¨¦ Ball but hesitated to recall him. Faelan quickly discerned that even if she were to summon her second Pok¨¦mon into the arena, it would undoubtedly be overwhelmed¡ªthe second being a Crawdaunt, a sluggish creature with little hope of evading this impending strike. He doubted whether any Pok¨¦mon of dark typing could withstand such a blow without succumbing; fairy moves held a significant advantage over dark types. In that moment, Stephanie had to decide whom to sacrifice, acutely aware that Crawdaunt might be better equipped to face Togetic.

    "Snap out of it, Shiftry! It''s now or never¡ªdim the moon''s glow!" Stephanie commanded.

    With renewed focus, Shiftry shook off his distraction, and upon witnessing the unfolding events, he conjured a Sunny Day. Aisha''s smile faltered, but she quickly regained her poise and commanded, "Launch it!"

    Above the arena floated an artificial sun, a sight that made Faelan wonder about its legality, considering it extended beyond the laser ceiling''s bounds. Yet, with Aisha''s silence, he figured there might be a rule he was unaware of. Meanwhile, Shiftry began to shimmer, a sign Faelan recognized thanks to Elduran¡¯s teachings on Pok¨¦mon abilities¡ªChlorophyll was at play. Shiftry''s speed surged astonishingly. The immense blast seemed powerful enough already; it didn''t require additional force. As it hurtled forth, Faelan observed that its vast size didn¡¯t hinder its velocity. Instead, the moon seemed to amplify its acceleration. Shiftry moved with the swiftness akin to a Quick Attack, yet the Moonblast was enormous. Remarkably, Shiftry nearly evaded it, but ultimately, the attack enveloped him. With Shiftry fainted, Stephanie had no choice but to recall him and send Crawdaunt onto the battlefield.

    Aisha appeared less assured than before, yet not quite panicked. She was indeed a Pok¨¦mon ahead, and if Faelan had to wager, her strategy likely relied on harnessing the power of the Moon regardless of what Pok¨¦mon she used. Now, her aim would be to extend the battle until the man-made sun waned. Stephanie, on the other hand, demonstrated wisdom in not recalling Shiftry since she required the sunny day to prevent Aisha from exploiting Moon Blast. Moreover, Crawdaunt might possess more ranged capabilities to challenge Togetic. A trade-off was necessary for any hope of success. All of Aisha''s Pok¨¦mon served as direct counters to Stephanie''s team, firmly establishing Aisha as the favorite in this confrontation.

    "That was an impressive tactic, my dear strategist, executed with remarkable finesse. I am eager to see how you tackle the new challenge I''ve devised for you," Stephanie remarked with a gentle smile.

    "Thank you, Leader Stephanie. Your praise means a lot to me," Aisha replied.

    "Let''s press on, Sword Dance!" commanded Stephanie.

    "Wish, Gale," Aisha countered.

    Once again, a small star soared into the sky, while Crawdaunt performed a menacing dance filled with malevolent intent. Upon its conclusion, its pincers gleamed ominously.

    "Baby Doll Eyes," Aisha instructed.

    "Another Sword Dance," Stephanie ordered.

    Togetic''s tears began to fall, prompting Crawdaunt to avert his eyes, yet he managed to execute another Swords Dance. Faelan noted that the Swords Dance significantly boosted Crawdaunt''s Attack, far surpassing the reduction caused by Togetic''s tears. Aisha was banking on avoiding any physical hits, merely stalling until the sunny day concluded. Catherine was acutely aware of this, making it evident that she believed Crawdaunt had a strategy to draw Togetic into melee range and finish the battle.

    "Aisha seems uncertain of her actions at this moment; it defies logic. Even if her aim is to stall, should Catherine find a means for Crawdaunt to strike Gale, neither he nor any of Aisha''s Pok¨¦mon would stand a chance against a Crawdaunt invigorated by several Swords Dances," Jabari observed.

    "This is all just too bewildering," Anaya admitted, her brow furrowed.

    "She''s got this in the bag," Elduran replied, his voice brimming with assurance.

    Faelan couldn''t help but question what insight Elduran possessed that eluded him.

    "Ice Beam!" Stephanie commanded sharply.

    "Dodge! Channel every ounce of your focus into evasion," Aisha urged fervently.

    Togetic did exactly that; it seemed to focus solely on maintaining as much distance as possible from Crawdaunt. Despite Crawdaunt''s persistent attempts to close the gap by advancing and firing Ice Beams, Togetic adeptly maneuvered around the arena, ensuring it maintained a safe distance.

    "Something quicker, Swift," Stephanie urged.

    "Just keep your mind on dodging," Aisha reiterated.

    Swift was undeniably swifter than Ice Beam, but Togetic skillfully evaded the first two strikes, only to be caught squarely by the third, sending him crashing to the ground¡ªstill a considerable distance from Crawdaunt.

    "Ice Beam, now," instructed Stephanie.

    Just as Togetic began to regain his strength after the fall, an Ice Beam struck him head-on. He did not succumb to fainting, but multiple parts of his body became encased in ice; being a part Flying type, he was particularly vulnerable to such attacks. At that moment, the warm embrace of the Sunny Day faded, revealing the full Moon once more, casting its silvery glow across the night sky.

    "Alright, one more Sword Dance to fully charge for her next Pok¨¦mon, then finish him with another Ice Beam," Stephanie instructed.

    While Crawdaunt commenced another Swords Dance, Aisha quickly withdrew Togetic, replacing it with Clefairy at the farthest distance possible from Crawdaunt. As Clefairy materialized from laser to full form, Aisha commanded, "Encore, Luna."

    Stephanie commanded Crawdaunt to perform Crabhammer, a close-quarters attack, even though the distance between Crawdaunt and Clefairy made it seem illogical. In that moment, he realized what Aisha had done. Stephanie simply wanted Crawdaunt to execute an attack, but Clefairy had already locked eyes with Crawdaunt, compelling it to repeat its last move over and over. Without any need for Aisha''s guidance, Clefairy began channeling a Moonblast. Stephanie knew she was already defeated; Faelan saw it in her expression, acknowledging her inevitable loss, as she focused on Aisha with a smile, ignoring the unfolding battle. Clefairy''s Moonblast was already larger than Togetic''s had been when targeting Shiftry, indicating Clefairy''s superior proficiency in Moonblast over Togetic. Poor Crawdaunt was futilely boosting itself, forced to repeatedly use Swords Dance. Eventually, the compulsion for Crawdaunt to continue Swords Dance faded, and Clefairy unleashed a massive purple sphere of energy towards it. Stephanie swiftly recalled Crawdaunt before it could be struck.

    "The challenger has emerged victorious, leaving gym leader Crock without Pok¨¦mon. Congratulations," announced the voice from above.

    With a determined effort to conceal her delight, Aisha recalled Clefairy, wary that showing her excitement might come across as juvenile. To Faelan, it was charming in its own way. Her attempt, however, was not particularly successful. She then advanced across the newly constructed bridge that linked her platform to the gym leaders. They converged at its midpoint. The intercom broadcasted their voices for everyone to hear.

    ¡°You have some talent, girl. You devised a plan that completely exposed me. I sense that if given time to analyze your opponent, you possess the ability to formulate strategies to dismantle anyone. It seems fighting me during the night of a full moon was also part of your plan,¡± Stephanie remarked, glancing from her to the moonlit sky.

    ¡°I¡¯m not sure about all that, but yes, fighting tonight was part of my plan. Thank you for your kind words,¡± Aisha replied.

    ¡°The gratitude is mutual. There is nothing more beautiful than witnessing the new generation rise to the challenge; our hope is always for the trainers that come after us to surpass us. I am deeply honored and delighted to present you with the Midnight Badge for the extraordinary performance you and your Pok¨¦mon displayed today,¡± Stephanie said with a smile.

    ¡°Thank you again,¡± Aisha responded, her joy now uncontainable.

    ¡°They say Tenera has a particularly challenging Gym format. Despite the greater ferocity compared to other regions, with the predictability of our starting Pok¨¦mon and the knowledge you gain of our teams, your meticulous planning is bound to be a significant advantage,¡± Stephanie noted, extending her hand.

    Aisha was left speechless but mirrored the gesture, accepting the praise with a handshake. They then began to walk in opposite directions.

    Aisha began to walk toward them, and Elduran stepped forward to welcome her.

    "Congratulations, Little Light Bulb, never doubted you," he said with a smile, patting her head. She dodged his hand with a bow, still smiling all the while.

    Jabari and Anaya moved ahead of Faelan, who stood rooted to the spot, feeling happy for her. They embraced her warmly, and after returning their hugs, she continued her path towards Faelan. It was only then he realized that ever since she stopped speaking with Stephanie, her gaze had been fixed on him.

    Aisha came within a breath¡¯s distance and wrapped her arms around him. He returned the gesture instinctively, his heart pounding in his chest. Without a second thought, he lowered his head so that his cheek met the crown of her head. Then, without warning, Aisha pulled back enough to let her lips find his. Faelan offered no resistance.

 Chapter 15 - The Offer

    Chapter 15 ¨C The Offer

    Jabari awoke to a quiet house. Anaya lay next to him, still in the embrace of slumber, and he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before rising and dressing. The door to Aisha''s room remained firmly shut; he suspected it would stay that way for a good while, given that she and Faelan stayed up late last night. The children''s room, across from Aisha''s, was also closed. He felt the need for a cup of tea. Of course, Elduran''s door stood wide open. By now, Elduran was likely deep into his training routine, which always began at five in the morning. Jabari glanced at his watch¡ªit was seven. He contemplated a visit to the library to wait for everyone to awaken, but decided against it, just in case they were up sooner than he expected.

    Elduran had instructed everyone to gather at his usual training grounds upon waking; he had important news to share. Though his tone was calm, Jabari sensed a weight behind his words. Yet, he knew that even if Elduran were delivering news of his own imminent demise, he would likely do so with the same nonchalance as ordering a coffee.

    Descending the stairs, Jabari was struck by the transformation that had taken place. It was the first time he''d seen the ground floor in daylight with all the additional windows installed. The difference was stark¡ªflooded with light, the space felt vast and open, with only four posts remaining where walls used to stand. The day¡¯s task for the construction crew was to work on the wall around the kitchen and the stairs. Despite Faelan''s insistence that he had done nothing, his choice of construction crew seemed pivotal; their efficiency was remarkable. Jabari hoped their efforts would pay off, not only for their operation but also as a financial venture. From tomorrow, he, Anaya, and Ashanti would co-own the building with Faelan. Anaya¡¯s sister had agreed to the plan without hesitation, assuring them she had the funds¡ªa claim she made so swiftly that her confidence felt unshakable. When pressed about the source of her money, she simply told them not to worry. Jabari wished she would spin a tale, something plausible enough to ease Anaya''s concerns.

    A few minutes later, with tea in hand, Taylor, the oldest of the three children, came downstairs with Cubone.

    "Good morning, Taylor, and good morning to you too, Boney!" Jabari greeted.

    "Good morning, Mr. Jabari," Taylor replied.

    "Cuuu," Cubone added, yawning.

    "Taylor, do me a favor and drop the ''mister.'' I feel old enough already. Just call me Jabari, will you?" Jabari suggested.

    "Alright, no problem. I was just trying to be polite," Taylor explained.

    "I know, and all I¡¯m trying to do is hide my age¡­ from myself," Jabari chuckled, and Taylor joined in. Cubone joined too, but Jabari doubted the little creature understood why.

    "Try not to hide your age too much, or I just might leave you," Anaya remarked as she descended the stairs. "I¡¯m kind of attracted to older folks," she teased.

    "Oh, you¡¯ll get plenty of that, my dear. There¡¯s hot water in the pot. Feel free to make yourself some tea," Jabari said with a smile.

    "Hey Taylor, make sure you, Jake, and Tress guard the place this morning. We have a meeting to attend, alright?" Anaya instructed while she dropped a tea bag into a cup of steaming water.

    "Yes, Ma¡¯am," Taylor responded.

    "What, you¡¯re not going to stop him from calling you Ma¡¯am?" Jabari asked.

    "Unlike you, I embrace my age. Plus, it¡¯s good for them to get used to ''Ma¡¯am,'' ''sir,'' ''mister.'' If they¡¯re going to work here, we need polite workers. Don¡¯t you agree, Taylor?" Anaya inquired.

    "Yes, Ma¡¯am," Taylor confirmed.

    "Are you brainwashing the kids, honey?" Jabari asked, smiling.

    "The problem with you is that you''re too polite," Anaya teased him with a grin.

    Footsteps sounded again on the stairs as Aisha and Faelan came down.

    "Either you two were too excited to sleep, or I don¡¯t know what¡¯s wrong with you¡ªwaking up so early? First nights mean late wake-ups," Anaya noted.

    "First nights? What do you mean?" Taylor asked, curious.

    "Aren¡¯t you fifteen?" Anaya asked.

    Taylor looked as if he was thinking hard, glanced at Aisha and Faelan, and then back to Anaya.

    "Oh, now I get it. They fucked," Taylor concluded.

    "Taylor, don¡¯t you dare use that word again," Aisha admonished him with a stern look, though Faelan didn¡¯t seem to mind.

    Anaya couldn¡¯t suppress her laughter, while Jabari approached her.

    "My love, I think you should be stricter with these kids, or they might pick up bad habits," Jabari suggested quietly enough so only she could hear.

    Anaya looked into his eyes, her expression softened, and her smile faded. It was clear she knew he was right.

    "Taylor! Don¡¯t use that word again¡­ in that way," Anaya instructed.

    "But you were just laughing," Taylor protested.

    "Just because I found it amusing doesn¡¯t mean you weren¡¯t wrong," Anaya replied, giving him a stern look.

    "Alright, my bad. I¡¯m sorry, Aisha, for speaking out of turn," Taylor apologized.

    "I forgive you," Aisha said.

    Taylor glanced at Aisha, who stood still on the last step of the staircase, and at Faelan, who was making coffee by the stove. "So, you two are a couple?" he asked.

    "Yes, we are," Aisha confirmed.

    Taylor seemed a bit downcast as he gestured to Cubone, and they both headed upstairs, trying to conceal his disappointment. Jabari knew that Aisha noticed and sighed, shaking her head.

    "Well, this just got more complicated. Can you really blame the lad? You took them out of the street, provided food, shelter, and a future. He¡¯s fifteen¡ªit¡¯s natural for him to have a crush on you. But trust me, he¡¯ll get over it. Kids move on from their early crushes quickly," Jabari assured her.

    "Taylor likes Aisha? Faelan, seems you have some competition," Anaya said, smiling.

    "Why is it a competition? If Aisha prefers Taylor, she¡¯s free to choose. She¡¯s not my prisoner," Faelan responded.

    "Oh boy, I¡¯m doomed. Faelan, Taylor is a kid and¡­ you know what, forget it. I¡¯m already breaking my promise. Damn," Aisha said as she approached Faelan and quickly kissed him.

    "I must admit, I¡¯m having a hard time understanding any of this," Anaya commented.

    Jabari took her by the arm and nudged her towards the front door. "Leave them be, my love. Their relationship will have its own unique commitments that might not look normal to those accustomed to traditional relationships," Jabari explained.

    "You call that only...unique?" Anaya questioned.

    "Yes, I do. Let¡¯s walk ahead. Let them have breakfast in peace. Let''s head to the meeting. Guys, see you soon¡ªwe¡¯re off to Elduran," Jabari announced.

    "Alright, we¡¯ll meet you there shortly," Aisha replied.

    A few minutes later, Jabari and Anaya arrived at the spot where Elduran was engaged in training with Vivillon, Heracross, and Cyndaquil. All four were drenched in sweat. Jabari observed Heracross expertly executing a flawless Swords Dance. It seemed Elduran was prepared to confront fire with fire. Meanwhile, Vivillon was training alongside Cyndaquil, employing a Bug Buzz¡ªa formidable sound-based move initiated by the powerful flapping of wings. This attack traveled in a cylindrical pattern towards its target, with the strength of the Pok¨¦mon dictating the move''s diameter. Jabari estimated it at roughly a foot, perhaps slightly more; there was still potential for growth. Cyndaquil was deftly dodging the attack while enveloped in flames. The last time Jabari inquired about Cyndaquil''s progress, he had mentioned learning rollout, with flame charge as his next milestone. To Jabari''s eyes, it appeared perfected. Unsurprisingly, Cyndaquil, still being a young Pok¨¦mon, showed swift learning; his time would eventually come when mastering new moves would take months. Nonetheless, Jabari doubted Vivillon could ever land a hit on him. Cyndaquil was virtually a red blur, gaining speed with each flame charge utilized. Were it not for the flames, he might have been nearly invisible to the naked eye by now.

    Elduran was taking a water break, so Jabari found the opportunity to get closer to him.

    "Good morning¡ªor is it afternoon for you?" Jabari asked.

    "Feels like afternoon," Elduran replied.

    "Could you put your shirt back on, soldier boy? We wouldn''t want my dear fianc¨¦e feeling threatened, thinking I might run off with you," Anaya quipped.

    "It''s quite obvious your fianc¨¦e is the best among us. If you run away with me, it would only prove he didn''t choose the best woman to be his wife. We''d be doing him a favor, saving him from a future with wedding bands," Elduran retorted.

    "There are moments when I believe there might actually be wisdom in that head of yours," Jabari chuckled.

    "You''re calling him wise? Ha! Just wait until you hear what he has to say today," Anaya teased.

    "You already know what he''ll say?" Jabari asked.

    "You didn''t tell him?" Elduran inquired.

    "You told me not to tell him," Anaya responded.

    "I told you not to mention anything to Aisha or Faelan¡ªso Aisha wouldn''t be distracted during her gym battle, and Faelan, because I figured he''d spill the beans to her anyway," Elduran remarked.

    "I assumed you meant everyone, so why didn''t you specify if I should tell Jabari to make sure he doesn''t blab to Aisha?" Anaya questioned.

    "Because your future husband is clever enough to keep it from Aisha without being told, unlike you," Elduran replied.

    "It''s fine. Anaya, I understand you didn''t say anything because you thought Elduran instructed you not to. It''s alright," Jabari assured.

    "Here they come. Faelan looks exactly the same, but Aisha¡ªshe seems livelier. Too bad that won''t last once she hears what I have to say," Elduran commented.

    "Now I''m starting to feel anxious," Jabari admitted.

    "Nothing to worry about, it''s all good news¡ªmostly," Elduran said.

    "Yeah, mostly," Anaya echoed with a sigh.

    Aisha and Faelan joined the group, greeting everyone.

    "Are we really doing this under this blazing sun? Not all of us can strip off our shirts like you," Aisha said.

    "Why can''t you? Who''s stopping you?" Elduran teased.

    "I need to stop falling for his stupid tricks," Aisha muttered.

    "So, word is Elduran and Faelan have something to share with us," Anaya announced.

    "Well, I already told Aisha last night," Faelan began, "I was out for a walk-in town late yesterday morning when I passed by the hotel where those thugs are staying. I spotted Mew¡ªor rather, Mew spotted me. He cautioned me that Dan was leaving town, so we tailed him to the train station. With Mew''s help, we managed to plant a tracking device on him as he boarded the train. According to the app on my phone," he continued, displaying the screen to everyone, revealing a map with a blinking red dot, "he''s currently located somewhere northeast of Dasos along route 114."

    "Dammit. So, my revelation makes this more complicated¡ªFaelan''s scouting would have been much more credible if I hadn''t infiltrated Audrey''s home," Elduran admitted.

    "Audrey? The hotel front desk clerk? Why did you break into her place?" Aisha questioned.

    "To gather intel on those four thugs, obviously," Elduran replied.

    "When you say ''gather intel,'' surely you mean you snuck in to check documents, hidden notes, that sort of thing, right? You weren''t reckless enough to be there while she was at home, especially not foolish enough to actually engage her, right?" Aisha pressed.

    "Are you serious, Aisha? Of course, he talked to her¡ªhe even gave her a beating with Blue," Anaya chimed in, laughing.

    "What? Please tell me she''s joking," Aisha pleaded.

    "She is not lying. She told me that Dave was planning to meet the mayor of Dirthrow somewhere along Route 114, nearer to Dasos than to Dirthrow, to overturn the ban preventing him and Keesh from entering the library. I also found out the other two are named Jake and Sue," Elduran stated.

    "That was incredibly risky, what you did, Elduran," Jabari remarked.

    "Risky? Are you joking? It was sheer foolishness. He could have wound up in jail as the best-case scenario, and now he''s likely being targeted, just like you were. Plus, he assaulted a woman for what reason? She might be innocent, and we already knew their names. If you¡¯d paid attention during our meetings, you would have known them. Mew identified them on the first day of scouting," Aisha replied.

    "Oh, she¡¯s not innocent. That beautiful house on the west side of the plaza? That¡¯s hers. Six months ago, it was a wreck, as bad as Faelan¡¯s house. I asked around to confirm what Elduran told me. Even if she isn''t a Watcher, she should realize she''s overpaid for sitting behind a desk at a hotel closed for renovation. My sister also needs to find a way to place some surveillance on the mayor. We need to discover whether he merely collaborates with them or is one of them," Anaya added.

    "Alright, has everyone concluded their argument? From where I stand, Elduran''s actions lend greater credence to what I uncovered yesterday. Elduran, in what ways do your actions further entangle matters?" asked Faelan.

    "If this is a trap, they''ve flawlessly executed everything she described; it''s all too conveniently suspicious, leading us to believe we have two sources to rely upon," Elduran replied.

    "Right, you have a point," Faelan conceded.

    "We shouldn''t pursue this lead," Elduran insisted.

    "Nonsense, of course, we pursue it. What if it''s not a trap?" countered Anaya.

    "My dear, listen to Elduran; he''s experienced in these matters," Jabari suggested.

    "He''s experienced in combat, not strategizing deployments," Anaya retorted.

    "Reluctantly, I agree with Anaya," Aisha began. "We can''t ignore this lead; we must at least investigate its validity," Aisha asserted.

    "Little Light Bulb, think clearly! You''re being too eager and impatient. This is a trap. I have learned to trust my instincts, and they''re urging caution," Elduran warned.

    "Aisha, I''d recommend trusting him. His instincts have saved numerous lives during missions," Faelan added.

    "I apologize, but I simply can''t resist seeing if there''s anything at those coordinates of yours. We don''t need to rush; we can take a few days to prepare. If he was meeting the Mayor of Dirthrow, that meeting would have concluded by now anyway. We need to at least check if they have a base there," Aisha remarked.

    "I''m going too. No way are we missing this opportunity," Anaya insisted.

    "Anaya, what are you thinking? I know Brush and Ink can handle themselves better than you give them credit for, but we''re dealing with the Watchers here. What''s gotten into you?" Jabari questioned.

    "I want this over with, so we can return to our normal lives. Is that too much to ask?" Anaya responded.

    "No, it''s not," Jabari admitted.

    "Then Aisha and I, along with anyone brave enough, will go. Otherwise, it''s just the two of us," Anaya declared.

    "Well, if that''s the case, then count me in too," Jabari decided.

    "Don''t be foolish, Jabari. You need to stay here in case it''s a trap. Your research is actually more crucial than anything the rest of us are doing," Anaya cautioned.

    "She''s right," Aisha agreed.

    "There''s no way we''re splitting up, my love," Jabari said firmly.

    "You two girls are being extremely reckless right now," Elduran scolded.

    "Look who''s talking¡ªrecklessness personified," Aisha retorted.

    "You''re staying here, Jabari. I''ll be back before you know it," Anaya promised.

    "If you''re going, then I''m going too," Faelan voiced to Aisha.

    "No, you are not, Faelan," Elduran began, "At least Anaya and Aisha had the sense to suggest that Jabari remain here to continue his research, which is the most vital work any of us are engaged in. On that point, they''re correct; good thing they laid it out plainly enough for the rest of us dumb fucks to grasp. Faelan, you will stay here with Jabari to ensure his protection. I will accompany them," Elduran declared.

    "He is right, Faelan. We will be fine. Please stay and protect Jabari, and remember to leave your job when we depart," Aisha insisted.

    "I trust your judgment, Aisha. I will do as you ask," Faelan replied.

    "Anaya, if anything happens to you, I..." Jabari began, but his voice was interrupted.

    "Nothing will happen to me, Jabari. I promise I will be careful," Anaya assured.

    "You''ve never been careful, don¡¯t give me that," Jabari retorted.

    "Jabari, for the record, I find this mission utterly foolish, but I assure you, I will do my utmost to safeguard her. Faelan, that includes you; even though Aisha scarcely needs any protection, I shall endeavor to keep her highness safe," Elduran vowed.

    "I appreciate that, Elduran. Anaya, why do you truly desire to go there?" Jabari inquired of his fianc¨¦e.

    "Because I feel useless here. Besides, I could earn some money for the group. I crave new vistas to paint; it¡¯s becoming monotonous here," Anaya replied. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

    "You are far from useless, just by the support you provide¡ª" Jabari began, only to be interrupted by Anaya once more.

    "I don¡¯t want to merely be support. I''m going, and that''s final," Anaya asserted.

    Jabari sighed, his expression softening, "Very well, my love, I apologize. I will be wishing for your safe return," he conceded.

    "To be honest, I trust you in this, Elduran, more than I trust myself. If only one of us were to go, I''d prefer it to be you protecting Aisha over me," Faelan admitted.

    "That''s not the usual response one would expect from a man about another man guarding her girl, but coming from you, Faelan, I''ll take it," Elduran replied.

    Aisha gazed at Faelan in awe, but her expression soon softened and a smile graced her face. Jabari realized she finally understood the point Faelan was making¡ªhe was choosing Elduran''s protection skills over his own because the woman he cared for had a better chance of returning alive if he didn''t accompany her. It was a lesson Jabari needed to learn from the young man; his presence would likely complicate matters, adding an extra person for Elduran to protect, especially since Mew likely wouldn''t follow. Their words were cryptic last night, but it seemed that Keesh was a better target to spy on, as she conversed more openly with Jake and Sue, unlike Dan. Jabari was already aware of much of what Faelan had to disclose today, thanks to Mew''s revelations about the previous day''s events, largely centered around scouting Keesh. When he had inquired about Dan, he finally discovered the truth.

    "There are three conditions in all of this," Elduran began. "First, Ashanti is arriving tomorrow, and we shall assist her in setting up surveillance throughout their rooms¡ªideally, the mayor''s as well, should she need our support. The second condition concerns our departure, set after my gym battle in three days, which means we leave four days from now. Lastly, we must adhere to the third condition: we shall walk there," Elduran stated.

    "I can agree to the first two, but why walk when the train is much quicker?" Aisha inquired.

    "Because if it¡¯s a trap, they¡¯ll expect us to arrive in Dasos City by train, allowing the ambush to be set elsewhere than the location Faelan marked on the map. But given what I¡¯ve observed, that site is two-thirds of the way to Dasos City, so we only lose a day. We¡¯ll leave Dirthrow in the middle of the night to avoid prying eyes," Elduran explained.

    "Alright, sounds reasonable," Anaya agreed.

    "You present a valid argument," Aisha conceded.

    "Now, let''s return to the house. I need to move my bed to the small linen closet," Elduran remarked, recalling his exhausted Pok¨¦mon, who were sprawled on the floor.

    "And why is that?" Aisha queried.

    "Because you two need your privacy," Elduran said. "Move in with Faelan and give Ashanti her own room."

    Aisha was left speechless, unable to raise any objections. Her eyes fixed on him, filled with disbelief. Jabari could see, without a doubt, that guilt weighed on her. Throughout the meeting, she had done nothing but criticize Elduran. Yet again, he had absorbed her harsh words without retaliating. Now, he was set to accompany her, ensuring her safety on a journey he deemed unwise. On top of that, he had just offered his room to her and Faelan for their privacy. Aisha might have thought Elduran was more spirit than flesh, navigating his path intuitively, but today, Jabari was haunted by the notion that perhaps they should follow that spirit and intuition over logic, intelligence, and common sense.

    ***

    The next morning, Jabari and Anaya stood at the train station. Jabari observed how Anaya buzzed with excitement¡ªshe truly adored her sister. The train had already come to a standstill, leaving Anaya scanning the crowd eagerly to find her. The moment she spotted Ashanti, she sprinted towards her, enveloping her in a hug, unbothered by the people she jostled along the way, unapologetic and unreserved. Despite being in her mid-thirties, Anaya occasionally behaved like a teenager, much like Ashanti did.

    Jabari couldn''t help but notice the changes in Ashanti over the past nine months. It was astonishing that Anaya had managed to keep away from her sister for so long. Something had changed in Ashanti besides her looks, though Jabari couldn''t quite pinpoint it. Perhaps she had matured? No, that seemed unlikely, definitely not Ashanti¡ªmaybe the opposite¡ªyet there was something different. An air of cockiness perhaps, a confidence in her stride saying, "present a problem, and I''ll solve it." He was unsure whether this was a positive trait; if forced to wager, he''d bet it wasn''t.

    Ashanti appeared more feminine than the last time he saw her. Gone were her baggy, hole-ridden jeans; now she wore authentic skinny jeans. Instead of oversized T-shirts, she now sported a fitted pink sleeveless top that actually matched her size. What a transformation. She still favored sneakers, but these weren¡¯t the skateboard-friendly ones she previously wore; they were sleek, almost elegant, with a high, light pink sole.

    The most striking change, however, was her hair. She had dyed it dark red, straightened to perfection, and it hung just above her shoulders, complementing her red glasses. Despite Ashanti''s striking transformation, Jabari couldn''t help but admire Anaya''s natural beauty more. Anaya, four years Ashanti''s senior¡ªmaking Ashanti about thirty¡ªpossessed effortless beauty. Clad in jogger pants and a plain white T-shirt, with her hair naturally fluffy and wavy, she exuded a charm that needed no embellishment. It was a curious coupling, Jabari always thought, given how he considered his own qualities the opposite of hers. However, to be fair to Ashanti, beyond her exponentially lighter skin than Anaya''s, which was a deeper shade similar to his, Ashanti was probably fifteen pounds underweight. If she were at her optimal weight, she might truly rival Anaya''s beauty.

    After finishing her embrace with Anaya, Ashanti moved directly towards him. He enveloped her in a warm, tight hug.

    "It''s good to see you again. How was your journey, Ashanti?" Jabari inquired.

    "It¡¯s lovely to see you both as well. The journey seemed prolonged due to all the stops; I had to switch trains at Agor and Asven. In fact, speaking of Asven, I arrived there last night and spent the night at a hotel near the station. For how budget-friendly the rooms were, they were quite pleasant and tidy. By the way, I go by Tia now. Didn¡¯t Anaya mention anything?" Ashanti inquired, presenting her ID with a slight flourish.

    "No, she didn¡¯t. What¡¯s the story?" Jabari asked, intrigued.

    "I decided to adopt a name that carries fond memories, one my grandmother always used: Tia. To this day, I¡¯m not entirely sure why she called me that, but I associate it with happy times. In contrast, all I recall from my parents are scoldings and lectures. I¡¯m done with the name they chose for me," Tia explained.

    "It¡¯s a bit strange, I¡¯ll admit, but I didn¡¯t realize you¡¯d gone so far as to change your official documents. Regardless, I¡¯ll respect your decision, sis. So, what¡¯s with this transformation? Have you found a boyfriend?" Anaya teased with a playful smile.

    "Why do I need to find a boyfriend just to change my appearance?" Tia retorted.

    "You¡¯ve got a point," Anaya admitted.

    "Well, my opinion might not hold much weight, but aside from the hair, I approve of your new look," Jabari commented.

    "Yeah, the hair is kind of unusual," Anaya noted as she began walking.

    "I absolutely love it," Tia said, trailing after Anaya.

    "If you like it, then you should keep it just as it is. That''s all that matters," Jabari assured, following close behind the two.

    "Thanks, Jabari. So, are we really going to be living in the abandoned building you mentioned a few days ago?" Tia asked.

    "Actually, it''s gradually transforming into a home, and the company certainly makes it feel cozier than it actually is," Anaya responded.

    "Wow, didn¡¯t expect to hear that from you," Jabari remarked with surprise.

    "Hey, I can like people sometimes," Anaya said with a shrug.

    "You, liking someone besides Jabari? I wonder where my sister¡¯s gone," Tia joked, turning to Jabari.

    "I''m pondering the same thing," he replied with a laugh, which Tia joined in.

    "You two can laugh it up. Oh, by the way, you have your own room now. Aisha and Faelan started seeing each other, so Elduran left the room to give them privacy. He moved his bed to a small closet, and it barely fits," Anaya explained with a grin.

    "Privacy, opposite sexes, and all that nonsense¡ªhe can move his bed into my room. I really don''t mind," Tia shrugged.

    "I''m not sure how I feel about that," Anaya said cautiously.

    "Don''t worry, nothing will happen. And even if it did, I''m a grown woman. Why should it concern you?" Tia asked.

    "I might not have stressed enough how... odd he is. You¡¯ll see soon. Honestly, apart from Jabari, all of us are pretty quirky, but Elduran¡ªhe''s like a different species," Anaya explained.

    "It doesn''t change my stance; we can share a room. How much further now?" Tia asked.

    "In just under ten minutes, we¡¯ll arrive. Be ready for Elduran to attempt to put you straight to work; just don¡¯t let him," Anaya advised.

    "Good, because I''m eager to get started. No reason to hold him back," Tia said optimistically.

    "My, my, everyone seems so eager these days¡ªready to leap into challenges. It worries me a bit. But anyhow, tonight we''re throwing a surprise party for Aisha. She turned twenty-one today. So, whatever you and Elduran end up doing, ensure you remind him about the party," Jabari instructed.

    "Alright, you have my word; I''ll make sure to do that," Tia promised.

    Upon arriving at the house, everyone was present, even Elduran, having returned from his training, likely to discuss possible courses of action with Tia. They introduced themselves to one another and, crucially, updated Tia on the situation.

    "Let me be perfectly clear," Tia began looking at Aisha, "I''m not your biggest fan. You may not be from Tenera, but you''re still part of a government¡ªthe worst part, intelligence. I despise any arm of the government that conceals the truth from its citizens."

    "That, Ashanti, is the nature of intelligence... I apologize, Tia. Sometimes concealing the truth is in the best interest of your people. If the civilians know everything, so do the rival regions. How old are you again?" Aisha inquired.

    "Oh no, this will be an endless debate. We don''t have time for this. Tia, or whatever you''re fucking calling yourself today, arguing with Aisha is pointless. Whether she''s right or wrong, she''ll emerge victorious. That doesn¡¯t mean she¡¯s correct, but trust me, work with her, and let go of your disdain for what she stands for. She is a good girl when you get to know her, just a little annoying from time to time," Elduran advised Tia.

    "Whatever. From what you described, putting surveillance on those goons is easy as pie. The Mayor, on the other hand, that''s more complicated," Tia said, pulling her laptop from her backpack. She released a Porygon from it''s Pok¨¦ball with a small smirk. "This is Pogo, everyone," she announced as she powered on her laptop.

    "Aren''t Porygon illegal to own in Tenera?" Elduran asked, a frown crossing his face.

    "Not gonna lie, I''m wondering that too," Aisha added.

    "They are indeed illegal. How do you even have one, Ashanti?" Anaya inquired.

    "It''s Tia, Anaya, please," Tia corrected. "I caught it with a hacked Pok¨¦ball that registers as ownerless. No trace of Porygon leads back to me."

    Elduran grabbed a chair, sitting directly across from Tia, meeting her gaze. "I won''t ask how you did it since I probably wouldn¡¯t understand a thing, no matter how long you explained. My question is, how did you come across a Porygon? They''re not in the wild, and apart from the agencies you despise, the only other sources are criminals. I''m clear about my stance on bad guys, just as you are about agencies," he steeled his gaze.

    "Actually, I stole it...from a criminal. Or more accurately, I took it after Porygon killed him," Tia confessed.

    "What the hell, Tia? What kind of jobs are you taking on lately? You think just because you took the Porygon from some lowlife, it¡¯s acceptable?" Anaya challenged.

    "I''m okay with it," Elduran said with a stretch, unfazed.

    "Elduran shut up! Tia, what circles are you running in?" Anaya pressed.

    "I''m working as a private investigator...for Zendaya," Tia revealed.

    "You''re back in contact?" Anaya seemed surprised.

    "We never stopped being close, not really," Tia said, a flicker of sadness crossing her features.

    "You barely spoke these past years. Even though she visited you in prison, I thought that drift was real," Anaya pondered.

    "What sort of work are you doing for Zendaya?" Jabari asked, making a concerted effort to refrain from probing why she seemed to wilt at the mention of her friendship with Zendaya.

    "I''m trying to find her parents'' killers," Tia answered.

    "That¡¯s incredibly dangerous. What were you thinking?" Anaya exclaimed.

    "And yet asking me to work against the Watchers isn''t? Talk about being hypocritical," Tia countered.

    "She''s right, you know. There''s nothing more daring than challenging the Watchers," Elduran remarked, rising to his feet. As he neared Jabari, he murmured softly, "Suggest that Anaya step outside for a moment, clear her mind. Her overprotectiveness isn''t needed; her sister is an adult now."

    Elduran was right, and Anaya had no grounds to speak with Tia about making perilous decisions. She and Aisha had chosen to endanger their lives in what Elduran clearly believed was a trap; moreover, they were also putting Elduran himself in jeopardy, for he would refuse to let them face the threat alone.

    "My dear, step outside for a moment, gather your thoughts," Jabari suggested, gently guiding Anaya to the door. She seemed lost in thought, not even responding to him. Once outside, Jabari joined the others again.

    "Why did Porygon kill its owner? And why not use his Pok¨¦ball? If it was hacked, it could¡¯ve been useful," Aisha probed.

    "Him hacking a Pok¨¦ball? Please. That fool never even had Porygon in one. It languished in an underground lair he brazenly called home," Tia reminisced. "He was assigned to address a defect in a crane my friend''s parents purchased. Naturally, he never fulfilled the task; he was incentivized to neglect it. I impersonated a fellow collaborator, claiming to have a fresh opportunity for him from the same employer, which wasn''t challenging to orchestrate with a few crafted fake emails, hoping he''d divulge something. He did, granting me access to his den in the sewers, so it somewhat succeeded. I infiltrated his computer using my laptop while feigning note-taking. Found nothing. He was probably rewarded generously for that solitary job, but it was all through anonymous means, and they never contacted him again. To eliminate him, my Misdreavus and Kecleon weren''t required. I communicated directly with Porygon, inquiring about its trainer. It detested him. Thus, I breached its confinement and liberated it; the rest, as they say, is history."

    "That''s resourceful. I like your style," Elduran said approvingly.

    "You''re terrifying," muttered Aisha.

    "I don''t care what you think, Aisha. But here, show me where those goons are exactly," Tia instructed, turning her laptop around to display a map of Dirthrow.

    Jabari mused that Tia needed to ease up a bit concerning Aisha. Yet, he couldn''t help but feel a touch of pride at how competent his future sister-in-law appeared.

    Elduran pointed out the spot on the map, describing each room''s occupants.

    "Alright, give me a moment... There are four computers on site: one on the first floor, three on the third," Tia analyzed.

    "Dan''s probably still away, so those are the computers of the three. The last one''s likely Audrey¡¯s, the desk clerk. Focus on the ones on the third floor," Aisha advised.

    "Alright, if we add the mayor to our surveillance list, the fewer the better; but three should be manageable." Tia nodded at Porygon, who closed its eyes. Tia began typing furiously, Porygon aiding her in some unseen way. Jabari never really grasped hacking or the workings of a Porygon. They were like living computers, equipped with artificial intelligence.

    "Are we heading there to plant something? We''re wasting time," Elduran urged.

    "There, done. Plant what? These guys have next to no security. As long as their laptops have any battery left, I''m recording every sound in their rooms, even if they turn off the screen. If they''re active, I have access through their webcam," Tia explained.

    "Damn, you''re impressive. Where have you been all this time?" Elduran inquired.

    "This is pretty basic stuff. With a Porygon, this is amateur hour," Tia said with a shrug.

    "I should try getting a Porygon myself," Elduran mused.

    "Elduran, even with a Porygon, you¡¯d struggle to find the power button in any laptop," Aisha teased, yet Elduran only grinned.

    "Now, as for the mayor, let''s locate him online," Tia said.

    Jabari felt somewhat sidelined, tempted to step outside like Anaya had. Yet, observing Elduran¡¯s infectious zeal, despite his equal lack of utility in the present circumstances, reminded him of their collective mission. His responsibility to unravel the enigma of Yveltal and the other legendary Pok¨¦mon was vital. Not everyone could be of use at all times.

    "It won''t be as straightforward to hack the mayor from here, right?" Faelan surmised.

    "I''m scanning his estate now. Let''s see... too many firewalls, and they have their own Porygon. Pogo, did they detect you?" Tia asked.

    Porygon emitted a digital hiss, seemingly pleased.

    "Good. This will be tougher. We''ll need to place something with no wireless connection at all, not even to us; otherwise, their Porygon will detect it in minutes," Tia reasoned.

    "If we can''t see or hear him, what''s the point?" Elduran asked.

    "It means we need to recover it after a few days and see what it recorded, right?" Faelan guessed.

    "Is Aisha really the smart one here? Faelan, you¡¯re absolutely right. It¡¯s our only option. Mew¡¯s not viable, either. The place is crawling with dark-types, and they¡¯d easily sense Mew," Tia explained.

    It was clear Aisha felt irritation brewing towards Anaya''s sister. Those two needed to find common ground soon; otherwise, the team risked serious division.

    "I can''t see a way to infiltrate his office. The town hall has more security than the police department. If this guy isn''t a Watcher, then I don''t know who is," Tia remarked.

    "Well... I can get in," Faelan replied.

    "You can?" Aisha queried.

    "Yes, even though I work as a security guard, I''m basically police by Dirthrow logistics. Remember, the library is a public building. I chose to be a security guard on purpose¡ªtired of the killing, the pressure, the tension. They''re always pestering me to step up to homicide detective, impressed more by my battle metrics than my mind solving murder cases. I can enter quite a few places civilians can''t, especially the transfer department. I could pretend I need to request a transfer. But I''ve also got a way into the mayor''s office, assuming he''s there and not absent like Dan. Mayor Steven Collins himself asked me twice to visit his office. I declined both times, but he always sent letters saying I could come whenever I wanted. Always found that odd," Faelan explained.

    "Good thing you''ve been refusing to quit your job no matter how much I nag. You just saved the day," Aisha said, hugging and kissing him passionately.

    "I''m pretty sure there''s a bed upstairs for such displays?" Tia asked.

    "Ah, let them have their moment. No need to be a spoilsport. I still don''t see how Faelan can plant the tracking device with Collins watching him. What kind of device are we talking about anyway?" Elduran chimed in.

    Tia bent down to search her backpack, then straightened up with a pen in her hand. "This is it," she said.

    "A pen?" Elduran asked, puzzled.

    "It looks like the most common pen in Tenera. But what if Collins doesn''t have these pens in his office?" Jabari inquired.

    "I don''t know, but if not, you can hide it somewhere¡ªbehind a picture frame, in a drawer, anywhere it won''t be easily found. It works as a regular pen too, so even if he discovers it, he''ll likely think an employee left it or he did himself," Tia replied.

    Aisha released her hold on Faelan, appearing skeptical. "If they discard the pen, how do we find it later?" she asked.

    "Simple, with this gadget," Tia said, showing a metal disc no thicker than a coin. "It vibrates stronger as you get closer to the pen, even if the pen''s battery is drained."

    "How does that work? Why can''t Porygon trace it?" Aisha questioned.

    "They can''t. Do I have to explain everything? It''s exhausting. Can we focus on how to plant it in Collins'' office?" Tia asked, exasperated.

    "Tia!" Jabari''s voice boomed.

    Tia turned to him, confused. "Yes?" she asked.

    "Enough!" Jabari asserted, his voice firm. "You''re being downright disrespectful. Regardless of Aisha''s role in the government, she is a fundamentally good person. She''s here in Tenera on an undercover mission, even from her own agency, and she merits your respect. You¡¯re behaving like a petulant child. She''s a full decade your junior, yet I would hardly guess it by your actions. It''s time to wake up!"

    Everyone in the room froze, staring at Jabari, while Elduran leaned back, grinning.

    "You don''t need to defend me, Jabari, but thank you," Aisha said, moving toward the door. She paused but before leaving, she turned to Faelan. "Stay and help them with the pen in Collins'' office. Your government position doesn''t seem to bother her, at least," she added, stepping out.

    "It''s her birthday for Arceus'' sake. Can you stop resenting the world for a day? We''re planning a surprise party for her tonight, as your sister and I reminded you. What''s wrong with you?" Jabari demanded.

    Elduran continued to smile, clearly intrigued by the unfolding drama.

    Tia was on the verge of tears. The situation was escalating. Faelan approached her; she braced herself, expecting the worst.

    "How do we activate this device?" Faelan inquired, extending his hand for the pen.

    Tia, rendered speechless, demonstrated instead; she clicked the pen, retracting and extending the tip until it hummed with vibration, and then silently returned it to him. Faelan accepted it and made his way to the door. Jabari watched in awe at Faelan''s remarkable self-control. That boy possessed an intelligence often overlooked.

    ***

    "The mayor is in his office at the moment; let me inform him of your arrival," the woman behind the desk said.

    She picked up the phone and spoke briefly. After merely ten seconds, she hung up and motioned Faelan to proceed to Collins'' office. Faelan didn''t hesitate; as the secretary opened the door, he stepped inside.

    The office was sizable but far from lavish. It appeared as if the mayor had quite an obsession with plants, with numerous flowers and cacti adorning the room. A massive bookcase, brimming with books, stood close to his desk¡ªa perfect hiding spot for the pen, Faelan speculated. The most striking feature, however, was the multitude of picture frames lining the walls, all conveying the same message: A world without Pok¨¦mon. Scenes of cities and natural vistas showed roads, settlements, and numerous humans, yet Pok¨¦mon were conspicuously absent even from the landscapes. Each painting bore a symbol¡ªa scythe¡ªthe symbol of the Reapers society. This group regarded Pok¨¦mon as a blight on the land. Though not overtly aggressive, they were widely disliked. His involvement with them or even aligning with their ideals would be scandalous enough to prevent him from winning any election, indicating this was a secret. It also begged the question of why he would allow someone like Faelan to witness this. Then realization struck Faelan. He had lost his family to a Pok¨¦mon attack and, unlike many in Dirthrow''s police force, he wielded firearms. The mayor likely presumed Faelan would resonate with the Reapers'' sentiments, if not wholeheartedly, then at least in principle. The desk of the mayor, as well as the man himself, was positioned directly across from the door, in front of expansive windows that stretched across the entire rear wall. All the pens in his holder were of the luxurious kind, Faelan observed, realizing he could not leave the pen there; it would be far too conspicuous.

    Steven Collins, a man with olive skin, was in his late fifties. He appeared to take care of himself; his physique suggested strength beneath his clothes. Tall, though not as tall as Faelan, with short black hair combed back, clean-shaven, and dressed in a dark gray suit. He smiled at Faelan as he rose to greet him with a handshake.

    "Finally, you''re here. I''ve been waiting for you," Steven said.

    "I know, and I apologize for the delay," Faelan replied.

    "Nah, it''s fine. You''re here now. I see you''ve noticed my art around the room. What do you think?" Steven inquired.

    "That you appreciate what the Reapers believe, their vision?" Faelan responded.

    "Indeed, more than you might realize," Steven admitted.

    "Isn''t it risky to admit that so openly?" Faelan asked.

    "To you? Come on, surely you don''t expect me to believe you don''t respect the Reapers'' ideals yourself," Steven pressed.

    While Faelan didn''t share these beliefs, he needed to buy some time and chose his words carefully.

    "I wouldn''t claim to fully align with them, yet imagining a world where Pok¨¦mon might naturally fade into extinction, with no fault of humans, yes, I can perceive that as a beautiful outcome," Faelan remarked, with a hint of truth.

    "That''s an unusual way to view it; you''re essentially asking for the impossible," Steven expressed, dissatisfaction apparent, though Faelan''s ambiguous response seemed sufficient to reassure him that Faelan wouldn''t expose his Reaper affiliation.

    "I''m here to discuss my job," Faelan stated.

    "Ah, yes. I''ve been meaning to talk to you about an ideal position," Steven said.

    The notion of being considered for homicide detective amused Faelan.

    "Unfortunately, I have no interest in becoming a detective of any kind," Faelan countered.

    "If I intended you to be a detective, I wouldn¡¯t need to call you here," Steven remarked with a smile.

    Faelan was about to announce his intention to resign and open a caf¨¦, but curiosity piqued him.

    "And what did you have in mind?" he asked.

    "Jay Ketcher, the president of Tenera, wants to establish a secret special ops group focused on discovering Legendary Pok¨¦mon in Tenera¡ªnot to eliminate them, but solely to uncover them. This won''t be APSO. It promises a steady income with the possibility of working just once or twice annually. We''d fabricate a story about you being unfit to continue in the police due to past trauma, enabling you to receive a pension. So, each mission departure would seem like a vacation. However, there''s a condition: he insists you lead the group," Steven explained.

    Faelan was astounded, unable to think clearly. He considered refusing, but he suspected Aisha would never forgive him. He could always agree and later back out, unless Aisha had other plans. On the other hand, could he refuse? It was a government offer, after all. Then again, it was also a secret. He nearly forgot his initial purpose for being there.

    "This is unexpected; may I have a glass of water?" Faelan asked, an uncontrollable cough overtaking him. Steven moved toward his desk, possibly to call for assistance, but seeing Faelan''s distress, he quickly headed towards the door to fetch water himself. Faelan would be alone soon, but his cough was genuine. He felt cold sweat trickling down his body¡ªwas he having a panic attack? Despite the coughing, he reminded himself he had a mission. As Steven left, he quickly scanned the bookshelf, spotting a bright green book that appeared untouched¡ªa low-risk hiding spot for the pen. He discreetly placed it behind the book. Steven returned shortly with a glass of water, which Faelan downed in one gulp, feeling immediate relief.

    "Are you okay, Faelan?" Steven asked.

    "I think I just had a panic attack from the anxiety. A whole region relying on me¡ªit¡¯s overwhelming," Faelan confessed. The anxiety stemmed not from the region''s expectations, but from leading a team, entering the heart of danger, and ensuring their safe return. Faelan readied himself for the words that would change everything: "Tell Jay Ketcher that I''m in."