day 2 - a posse ad esse
from being able to to doing so.
Shafts of sunlight filtered through the white silken curtains of the room; they shone on the chair that he was occupying lazily, warming his surroundings. He gained consciousness, blinked a little, and rubbed his eyes, yawning. He could hear the sounds of urban activity from outside his window, and he realized that it was, in fact, morning.
Whirling around into reality more comfortably and focusing his attention on his Pokemon, he noticed that they had fallen asleep on his bed (a place that he was evidently not occupying), and shrugged.
"Hagane." The Beldum opened its cyclopean eye, and gazed inquisitively at its trainer. He smiled a little at the claw-shaped Pokemon, and gestured with his hands. "We're going to Insect Island today. Danmaku, wake up." He paced closer to the bed and poked the Houndour's fur gently; the latter yawned a little, and opened its eyes. "We have a long day ahead of us, Ryokuu." Finally he ruffled the reptilian Grass-type Pokemon's leafy tail, causing it to awaken, and he nodded to it.
"Well, then. Everyone, shall we?" He gestured in the air in a slightly dreamy fashion using his right arm, then noticed that he was doing so and retracted the arm. "Ah, we should probably get breakfast first, should we not..."
Half an hour later, after daily ablutions were performed and a mass of food was hastily consumed by the quartet, they set off to the waterside; a dock was present there, and after a curt round of asking for directions for transportation to Insect Island, he was directed to a fisherman, who was sitting by himself on the edge of a wooden quay, fishing rod in hand.
"Good morning."
He greeted the fisherman, who grinned back cheerfully.
"Great weather for fishing, isn't it?"
He smiled a little, and shrugged.
"I wouldn't know; I'm neither an expert on the weather nor on the factors that affect fishing." He paused a little before continuing. "However, I am interested in receiving transportation to Insect Island. Would you be able to help?"
In response to this, the fisherman amiably shrugged. "I suppose I could. I'd like you to do me a favor, though; while you're there, can you deliver this letter to a friend for me? His home is very distinctive, and though I could just go there myself, I'd rather not wade through the Bug-filled forest. "
Kensuke chuckled a little, and assented. "Of course I can. That sounds like a fairly simple matter."
The fisherman smiled immediately, seemingly waiting for just this reply. "Alright then! That's settled. My friend's house is in the middle of the eastern part of the forest on the island; here's a map to guide you to it." He released a beam of crimson light from a Pokeball at his belt, and a gigantic whale appeared in the water. The fisherman shouted aloud a few commands, and they clambered aboard the whale, who lowered itself for that express purpose.
The rest of the journey was mostly uneventful; it was mostly idle chat between the fisherman and himself, and though there were occasional silvery shapes beneath the waves, they did not encounter anything abnormal. Along the way, Wailord blew several would-be opponents out of the way using its powerful Water Spout attack, so they were not delayed by very much, if at all, for most of the journey.
As he stepped onto the soft soil of Insect Island and waved a heartfelt goodbye to the fisherman (whose shadow was rapidly fading into the distance, he could not help but feel jubilant. The sting of the salty sea air, the golden shade of the sandbars, and the lushness of the forest in the distance... they all contributed to the atmosphere, an atmosphere of nature and peacefulness.
He began to walk slowly towards the forest, taking in the scenery as much as possible.
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The interior of the forest was drastically different from the environment that surrounded the beach; not that he expected to be the exact same, but it was quite different. Leaves hung from branches, a canopy of green forming the ceiling in place of the sky. The humidity was also somewhat higher. There were Bug Catchers and rookie trainers roaming the woods. He paid no heed to his surroundings and pulled out the map that was given to him by the fisherman, following it faithfully along the forest path.
THUD.
He blinked, and looked downwards. Oops. It was a boy, about twelve years old, a shiny Pokeball at his belt, wearing a new-looking backpack; the mark of a new trainer.
"Ah... are you alright?" He was genuinely concerned. "That was my fault; I wasn't paying attention. Sorry."
The boy was momentarily stunned from the impact, but got up quickly, dusting himself and frowning. "Man! You distracted me and let that super-rare Bachura run away! I challenge you to a battle!"
He raised an eyebrow when he heard the boy's statement. "Isn't this rather sudden? I mean, you don't really have to battle me. It'd save a bit of time, in fact, if you didn't."
The boy was quite insistent however. "No! When two trainers' eyes meet, they must battle! It's an unspoken rule! There's no need for further talk; go, Slugma!"
Kensuke sighed, and shrugged. "Fine, then. " He turned on his laptop. "Limiter removal, OK! Inclination, OK! Network range updated! All clear! Go!" He went through a series of initialization screens, and was satisfied. "Come on! Ryokuu!" He withdrew a Pokeball from his belt holders, clicked the release button on it, and slid it into a rectangular case at the side of his laptop in one fluid motion. A beam of red materialized from the Pokeball into a green reptilian Pokemon - Tsutaaja.
"Haha! That's a Grass-type; Slugma can't possibly lose to a Grass-type!" The boy chuckled. "Ember, Slugma! Take that Tsutaaja down a notch!" In abeyance the magma snail breathed out a thin spiral of fire that shot at the Tsutaaja.
"Think again." He did not smile or frown or indeed express any discernible emotion, merely calmly analyzing the battlefield; but now it was time for him to act and he allowed himself to feel exuberated for a little. In an obviously well-practiced movement, he flicked the return switch on Tsutaaja's Pokeball and at the same time the release button on another Pokeball. "Ground stability, OK! Attack status, OK! All clear! Come on! Danmaku!" The fingers of his right hand clicked quickly across the keyboard of his laptop, which was miraculously somehow still being held by his unoccupied left hand. The Pokeball whose button had been pressed a second earlier released another beam of light to meet the spiraling fire - a pitch-black Houndour, smirking with anticipation. As the flames met the body of the Pokemon, they seemed to be literally absorbed as Houndour opened its mouth and took in a deep breath, sucking up all of the fire.
The boy was astounded. "Wh-what?! That's cheating! I was totally going to knock out your Tsutaaja!"
"It's not cheating. Why would I send out my Tsutaaja in the first place, if not to bait a Fire-type attack? By League rules, that move was perfectly legal. Houndour's Flash Fire ability allows it to be completely unaffected by Fire-type moves while boosting the power of its own Fire-type moves, and there you have it." He blinked, and rolled his eyes. "Anyway. Danmaku, Ember!" Houndour, hearing this, breathed out its own wreathe of fiery destruction at the Slugma. Even though its opponent was Fire-type as well, that did not mean it was guaranteed to allow the opponent to escape unscathed. In fact, as the flames dissipated from around Slugma, its body was seen to be covered in small scorch marks from the Ember attack.
The boy gasped, and shouted. "S-Slugma! Hang in there! Use Smog to smoke that Houndour out!" The snail complied, releasing a small blast of toxic air, but even though Houndour coughed a little in discomfort, it did not deal very much damage - nor did it poison Houndour, and so after a round he was perfectly fine. Two additional bursts of controlled incineration from Houndour - two uses of Ember - felled the enemy Slugma. Even though the magma-bodied snail Pokemon offered resistance in the form of a Smog attack, said attack was evaded handily by Danmaku.
"...Well. That's the battle, then." After a short pause, he added. "Thank you for the battle." He inclined his head slightly, then straightened and proceeded on the forest path, leaving the trainer of the Slugma slightly stunned and entirely indignant.