I didnt get to instantly understand all the mories of my first life upon my insertion.
I didnt get to et any almighty being, or anything randomly omnipotent. Which, considering my new circumstances, would have been wild. Arceus as a god was crazy to consider.
Instead, I slowly ford into an overly mature child. That didnt stop from being caught in the wonder though. Being reborn into a world of pokemon will do that. There was a romance and a vibrancy to this world. Pokemon themselves made up the largest part but the people themselves were more upbeat. The simplest of things had more to them.
Id easily spent vast amounts of my previous life engaged in the pokemon dia. I wasnt a diehard by any tric; but I was a fan for sure. Enough so that I knew things about the world. Id had to test certain things at the start, such as which iteration of the pokemon world I was in. There was after all a world of difference between the various ani alone, then the gas, and finally the manga.
An equivalent of the ani was perhaps the best outco for all involved, ergo, .
It did leave with questions. Lots and lots of questions. So of which Im not sure I wanted asked, let alone answered.
I wanted so sleeping Entei to just keep slumbering. I wanted to live my second life for all that it was worth. That had been possible with the occasional hitch. Thankfully Id been able to put my knowledge of the pokemon world to great use.
In the past, I had another na and another life. Another world that, while mundane, was engaging, enjoyable, and mine. This second life I would treat as an extension with a new na much like a new situation. It would be no different than going to college and getting a new na that others knew by assigned to . Thats at least the way I rationalized it to myself.
These days, I went by Brock.
Brock as in the Leader of the Pewter City gym.
Go Graveler! I shouted. Pokeball discharging my chosen partner for this match.
Go Nidorino! shouted the challenger. The small rabbit-like rhino ca down with a shake of its head that sent the overly large ears flapping. I let a small grin co out. It always amused seeing pokemon that I once prized on my team with the ga used against .
Graveler! Rollout into an Earthquake! I called. I might have favored the pokemon originally but that was never a reason for to go easy on them.
Leap up Nidorino! called my opponent with grit teeth. I braced myself as Graveller ended his first attack to slam both palms into the ground, calling out his na as he did so to cause the arena to shake. In the wild it wasnt uncommon to be walking around and lose your footing. Dampeners around the arena stopped it from affecting the watching crowd. I considered it money well spent, and the crowds that frequented the gym since I installed them, judging by the steadily growing number of regulars, agreed. I had even started making decent money selling tickets for so of the pre-booked matches.
In my old world pokemon fights were often compared to cockfighting. A cruel sport marketed as pitting two animals against each other. This was incorrect. Perhaps in so other universe it was true in a grimdark world where everything was Well Id know if things were that bad.
Perhaps it was Arceus in this universe, or sothing else, but actual blood occurring in most fighting was rare. It still happened and was more a sign of a pokemon being pushed to their limits. Death during a match was extrely rare. You had to be careful of course, as most incidents of this were typically from people that threw out top tier pokemon against rookies. Sothing that was extrely frowned upon, if not outright punished if found. Most pokemon had good enough instincts to know when to get out of a fight either by ignoring a trainers orders against a more powerful pokemon, or by staying down when they hit the ground.
The exception to this rule was typically in the wild with untrained pokemon, or with criminal organizations.
Criminals aren't big on following rules and social norms. Funny that.
Nidorino! Use swift! Called out the trainer I had largely been ignoring.
I refocused on the task at hand. I could admit to myself I was coasting in this fight. It was only a fourth badge standard match instead of anything exotic. It was the end of the circuit and this trainer wouldnt be able to make it for this round of the league unless he had a pokemon well versed in teleport, along with having already gone to the places he needed to earn the Indigo qualified gyms. So far the trainer wasnt impressing enough that I could see them passing.
Defense curl, I finally answered after taking a mont to recall which moves this Graveller had.
Thunder! ca the reply from the trainer, unknowingly sinking his chances of passing him.
I stoically stare as the thunderbolt descends upon Graveller, who earths it by digging his feet into the ground slightly. When the flash vanishes, my pokemon is revealed unphased by the light show.
Eh?! It was ineffective!?
Dig, I say, ignoring the antics of my foe. Talking isnt a free action after all. My opponent is flustered and compounds his earlier mistake. Nidorino focus! When it pops up near you, go for Poison Sting!
The pokemon dutifully nods before bracing. I huff in amusent. Leaping and using Swift would have been a better move, which would have shown more understanding of his pokemons strengths rather than bracing. Then again the fact that swift is a move that will never miss unless very specific moves are used is not as well known, I have found. Having so knowledge of the moves from the gas has been a rather large boon.
Gravellers fist shot out of the ground right under Nidorino, launching it into the air. Jump after it and Seismic Toss it! I push for the finish and the other trainer can only watch on as his pokemon is knocked unconscious.
The next fight of the challenge went even quicker with his Pidgeotto being a poorer choice for my gym. Rock Throw, I said to end it.
His pokemon fell from the sky and just like that, the match ended. He raised a pokeball withdrawing the downed pokemon as each of the raised dias we were standing upon sank back flush with the floor. I marched up to Graveller and checked her over.
The other pokemon trainer slouched up to , So howd I do?
I gave him a look and shook my head. Then I employed one of the best things that I had been taught. Instead of telling him, I started our fight review with, You tell what you think you did well, and then bad?
He wasnt getting a Boulder badge from today, but maybe next year he might have another run at the league circuit. The badges won each had a two-year validity for the end of circuit tournant after all. I stretched and checked over the rest of the schedule. No other trainers had co in to challenge but that was to be expected.
I waved to the crowd as they began to filter out. They knew no one else was scheduled in. The previous trainer had booked his ti a few days ahead. I weighed up doing so talks with the crowd versus gym duties. I spotted a familiar face, covered in a beard with a hobo beanie. I almost thought I could sll them from where I was standing but shook the thought off. I considered talking to them for half a second. A roiling of emotions played out in my gut. Instead, I let my body turn to the training area. I didnt want to deal with that, right now. Too many issues. Instead I wanted to focus on sothing else.
The lighter intensity and more sporadic trainer battles ant more ti available for so of the dedicated staff or the people that had signed on with us.
It wasnt just pokemon that needed to grow in this world. Another lesson trainers learnt as they progressed. It also helped to have locked in employnt in a field they had experience in. Also warm, clean beds for those that lived in the gyms housing were extrely nice. For people that had spent a year or two on the road, that was a pretty nice draw. Id checked each gyms facilities when Id been a trainer myself to get an idea of what was offered. Most of them were the traditional apartnt blocks of Japanese urban cities, and those were considered good. I prided myself on having a bit more than that and it showed in how I typically always had at least four employed trainers. If they werent employed by then they were sponsored, which implied more ntoring and less delegating tasks to them.
I entered the door to a more ruggedised gym that was broken into different training areas. It was part training facility for humans and part environnt training space. I had a small pool along with a moat that ran along the edge of the room. So pokemon bobbed around and tried to swim against the current while others simply bobbed along. In the middle pokemon traded pointers and lifted weights. Others dashed about or used their abilities against training dummies.
Further back I had an area for an open plan office with a conference room along with my own room for paperwork. Most of the ti I spent I tried to keep out of the office however as trainers all preferred to be interacting with pokemon. That or training themselves.
The trainers I employed worked with so of the gyms pokemon about the training area. Coaching them in the required moves that would allow them to be effective for certain badge level matches. There also needed to be a good deal of ntoring and counselling. It wasnt good for the pokemon to simply use them for low-level fights and ditch them. That created resentnt and bad blood with pokemon growing more aggressive.
Typically those ones faced a much more skewed win-loss ratio. Good pokemon at this level didnt stay low level for long. You needed a certain type, and those needed care still as the ratio still applied to them. Rare was the pokemon that didnt care about losing.
I nodded to the ironically nad Rocko, a local trainer that had been one of the first to apply when Id taken over the gym. He was laid back enough to be an easy hand with the low-level pokemon that stayed there. He waved back languidly before patting the head of a Geodude that bumped into him for attention.
I instead turned to one of the trainers that werent employed but rather sponsored by the gym. Celia was a local that had garnered my interest and then the gyms sponsorship with her showing at a local little league where pokemon of a certain level were loaned out to fight. Shed accepted the prize of having her female nidoran from the tournant beco her starter. Shed completed her circuit and now was in training for the Indigo League that wasnt far off. I think she had good prospects.
She waved before tilting her head towards her pokemon. I waved her off and nodded to a side room where the computers were set up. Lets do so match review and scouting for your opponents. That got a more fanged grin. She likely was dreaming of the day that would soon co where she would be off the leash so to speak. Having completed her circuit rather quickly she had been hanging around Pewter for a month now. The Level of trainers here that could actually challenge her were few and far between. So most days she trained with her pokemon and ca up with strategies. One of the things only recently implented was the tracking of all trainers pokemon that they use along with movesets. This allowed for a much more competitive level of scouting if people were willing to put the ti in.
Typically not sothing you could do when you were on the road, but in a gym with computers? It was more than easy enough. Celia already had a good understanding of most of her rivals' teams and strategies from previous sessions.
Before I could leave the room another of the Gyms trainers entered. Leader! Finished your match already sir? Dennis asked as he marched up to .
I nodded, Yeah, the kid made too many mistakes for to let him through. I gave his dusty pants and shirt a look over, Did you clean up the path for tomorrow?
All taken care of Leader! He said, doing everything but saluting at as I dismissed him. The guy really would fit better with Surge, but I doubt his wife wanted to move. Turning back to Celia I caught her giving a pleased look.
What?
Nothing, I just think its sweet youre taking ti off to go hiking with your brother! I wish I had a big brother like you!
I rolled my eyes, Instead youve got as a boss. Which is probably better. You get paid you know? She nodded happily and skipped ahead, her skirt frill flapping with each hop. She winked when she noticed watching her. I rolled my eyes at her again before gesturing at the computer. We both settled in for so work. Shed have it pretty easy from now on for any duties required of her. I was pretty much coasting now that the circuit was coming to a close, and wouldnt be asking too much of her.
Soon Id have what could almost be called a holiday with the slow period of the less flashy gym duties for four months. Id quickly learnt that being a gym leader wasnt a job, it was a way of life. I surprisingly enjoyed it. There was a constant level of work that was both exhilarating but tiring. There was a level of respect and recognition throughout the community Id only associated with famous actors, athletes or politicians in my past life. I really liked it.
It made wonder what Id do when Ash Ketchum ca around.
I knew that was close tiline-wise. It was sothing that, along with a few other things would need to be discussed with Forrest tomorrow. For today I focussed on the task before that I could handle. Tomorrow Id hike up Mt Moon and show Forrest my younger brother one of the secrets at the top.
Turns out it wasnt just a teorite and fairies using it in ritualistic evolution ceremonies that made Mt Moon special.
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