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This story is rated E 10+, however many topics through out these stories will be graphic in nature.
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Year 5//Day 156 P.A.
Arriving in Kanto by sea was treacherous, but seeing how devastated the land was with my own eyes was almost too much to bare. The once open plains and rolling hills of Pallet Town had now become a deserted, craterous wasteland. The trees that once surrounded these plains were barely twigs, skeletal in figure. It almost brought tears to my eyes, but I had to swallow that sadness.
I suppose, in my mind, most of the meteor strike was isolated to my home region…
I was so utterly clueless.
I was already unfamiliar with the Kanto region, and to see it in such a devastated state only made my unfamiliarity more nauseating. Never the less, I had a goal in mind. I wanted to know what had become of the pokemon world and find any survivors I could. That is what led me to the Kanto region in the first place.
The waves chopping, and gashing, back and forth made it difficult to dock. This was no surprise, as the rest of the voyage had been this perilous. Thankfully, I was no stranger to these conditions. With expert precision, and an unyielding focus, I managed to navigate the waters and make for land.
Upon landing shoreside, I began to traverse the once famous plains in search of a safe place to set up camp for the night. I couldn't believe the vast emptiness that was once Pallet Town. Up ahead of where I had anchored my boat was an old windmill, barely intact, that stood out to me instantly. As if pulled in by a wave of nostalgia, for a second, the windmill looked functioning with rolling green hills and rustling trees behind it. But this was my mind playing tricks on me.
I pulled a pokeball out of my back pocket, tossed it and called forth my partner, Echo the Exploud!
"Echo, use 'Echoed Voice' to scan the area and see what you can find!" I shouted, "Plouuuu!" Echo roared.
Echo would bellow out huge sonic waves as a means to sonar the surrounding landscape. Using this to our advantage, Echo would know if there was any danger present. At first, when Echo finished his technique, he nodded. This prompted me to continue down the route that led to what would be the next town. But within moments, Echo began to have a eerie look on his face. Echo would stop instantly, putting his arm in front of me to stop me from moving.
He was trembling…
He tensed, and furrowed his brow, beginning to let out his battle cry. I would look ahead to what Echo was staring down and there it was….
Stakataka. A pokemon from another world. The many stone life forms that make up this ultra beast were reverberating at our presence, as if it were waiting for us to show up. It's numerous eyes were fixated on Echo , and blocking our path. It seemed like a battle was inevitable. The anxiety made the air thick, and hard to breathe, as if every ounce of air in my lungs had weight to it. As the sweat on my forehead began to roll down the side of my face, I had no choice but to make the first move.
"Echo! Use 'Boomburst'!" I screamed vigorously. "Exxxxx!" Echo returned.
Echo let out a raging burst of audio white noise, culminating into a sonic boom that could even shatter liquid like glass. Nails on a chalk board paled in comparison to the noise heard within that blast, it is so distorted, that it affects physical matter regardless of whether the target has ear drums or not.
Stakataka was noticeably wobbled by this, but its' back legs would prop it up and help reinforce its constitution. Meanwhile parts of its front arms would disassemble and fly towards Echo like missiles! Echo would have no choice but to stop his attack and dodge the numerous projectiles launched at him. Jumping back wards several times to dodge each one, upon the last one, Echo would jump with all his might straight into the air.
"Just like that Echo! From above! Attack with 'Focus Punch'!" I quickly inserted.
"Exxxxx….. Plouddd!" Echo exclaimed, as he fell from the sky. His weight carrying him straight towards Stakataka, his right fist glowing with power. One eye closed, with the other eye locked-on the target, Echo would pull his arm back, gearing up for a big shot!
But Stakataka was no pushover. It would launch several more of its' pieces as projectiles to attempt to knock Echo off his trajectory, since he was not a flying type he would not be able to dodge the attacks.
Unfortunately for it, Echo was unphased! He would retaliate, unprompted, with smaller 'Echoed Voice' shots to counter each of the projectiles launched his way. Never losing focus for his main attack. Upon closing in, the thin blue lines on Stakataka began to glow brighter than before, and a portal formed behind it! Stakataka began its escape!
"Oh no you don't!" I said, and in that moment, Echo swung his giant fist! A direct hit!
The 'Focus Punch' managed to land and destroy a significant portion of its main extremities and one of its legs was shattered as well. The ultra beast let out this strained cry as its pieces re-assembled and escaped through the portal with its main body. The many blue eyes shaking over its body all calmed and fixated on me as the portal began to close.
"You…" it gasped, as the portal closed.
I wasn't sure if I was hearing things, but I swear it started to speak to me. Regardless, Echo had dealt a significant blow to it, even if it reassembled its pieces. It had no choice but to flee this time, but I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time I encounter that Stakataka.
With the path now clear, we journeyed for a few more miles until we landed in Viridian City.
It was once known as the "Eternally Green City", but in its current state, that couldn't be further from the truth. Much like its neighbor to the south, these once lush plains were now barren wastelands, destroyed by the catastrophe that plagued our world five years ago. Unlike Pallet Town, however, several buildings seemed to be in tact.
I managed to get into a building that appeared to be an old gym. As I explored the building, making sure there were no squatters to be weary of, I came across a room in the very back. There was a certain stench that came from the room, a foul odor that was unmistakable. I knew instantly that it was a panic room, and the ones inside never came out of it.
I ran back out side to heave my insides out. The smell was just too much. I knew I would see atrocities in this new, post apocalyptic world. I guess I just didn't realize how strongly it would affect me. I believed the trauma I had already experienced was enough for me to get through any ordeal.
I was so utterly clueless.
I'll lay my head here at Kanto's Edge tonight. Tomorrow, I continue my journey.
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