Jacob took a deep breath as he stepped off the boat. Slateport City looked much nicer up close than it did far away; it was certainly a nice place to be visiting. And the best part: Team Plasma was hundreds of miles away. Certainly, he was out of their reach here.
As he left the boat, he headed for the pokemon center. It was very late, and Jacob had been falling in and out of sleep for the past few hours. He found the pokemon center rather quickly, and laid down on one of the couches. He closed his eyes and thought. Tomorrow, he would get up and register for the tournament, the real reason he chose to come to Hoenn. The tournament was open to all those who wanted to enter, which meant there would be a long process of weeding out the weaker trainers. The tournament itself was scheduled to last only a couple weeks, however, and Jacob figured they had a system to keep the action going.
Jacob opened his eyes. It was already light outside. He pulled out his phone. It was almost noon! He had been asleep for nearly 10 hours! It hadn’t felt anything close to that. Jacob pulled himself to his feet and, after saying his “thank you”s to Nurse Joy he headed for the center of town where the tournament was supposed to take place.
It was a nice walk through the city streets. Slateport had a large market that extended all along the main street. Jacob stopped to look at the merhcants’ wares for more than a few minutes before reminding himself that registration closed in a few hours. He arrived at the center of town, and got in line. The line itself was easily fifty people long. Jacob kicked himself. If only he had gotten up earlier; the line would have been much shorter, and he’d be done by now! He could go into the market, and shop like he wanted to. He kicked himself again.
“Hello?” Jacob heard a voice come from behind him. He turned to see a young girl, who couldn’t be much older than he was, standing in line behind him. A Plusle hung off her shoulder, apparently eating lunch.
“Hi,” Jacob responded.
“Hi,” the girl repeated. “I’m Hera; what’s your name?”
“Hera,” Jacob thought to himself. “Like the greek goddess? How odd.” Jacob shook the thought out of his mind. "I’m Jacob.”
“Nice to meet you Jacob,” the girl responded. “So, how many badges you got so far?”
“Badges?”
“Yea, ya know. How many gyms have you beaten?” She tilted her head, her eyes digging into Jacob.
“Uh… none, I suppose.”
“No badges?!?!” The girl covered her mouth as she chuckled. “Man, they really will let anyone join these tournaments.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jacob only half-joked. This girl was rude.
“I guess it means try not to go up against me in the tournament. Ya know what? If you see me, heading for a battle, just walk the other way! That’s your safest bet, kid!” Hera chuckled again.
“Look, I’ll bet I’m just as good as you if not better!”
“Oh really?” the girl asked. “I have seven badges!”
“That doesn’t mean anything; I’ve never challenged a gym before, that’s true, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got weaker pokemon than you!”
“Yea yea. I guess we’ll see in the tournament, won’t we?”
“I suppose so,” Jacob responded. The line took another step forward. This wait was going to be unbearable.
Just three hours later, Jacob was freed from the line. The sun was already beginning to drop below the horizon, and Jacob decided head back to the pokemon center. The tournament wouldn’t begin until tomorrow, and he was already scheduled for his first match at 9 AM. He would have to get up early the next day to make sure he arrived on time. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect as this was his first time outside of Unova other than a few trips to Kanto on vacation with his family. He had never been to the Hoenn Region before; he knew all of the pokemon of course, but he had never really seen any for real. He became very excited; tomorrow would be a good day. Jacob entered the Pokecenter and collapsed on the nearest couch. He closed his eyes, and willed himself to sleep.
The next morning, Jacob awoke at 6 AM. After a quick bite to eat he rushed towards the center of town. He passed the markets which were just beginning to open. He didn’t stop to look like he had the day before, however. He arrived at the tournament tent in the center of town. The tent itself was huge; large enough to fit not only a full sized stadium, but also to fit stands; enough for more than 100 spectators. The tent reached so high that flying types would have more than enough room to maneuver, and the ground was dirt: perfect for ground types. As Jacob walked in, he realized he recognized one of the trainer’s battling.
To Jacob’s right stood Hera, the trainer he had met in the line the day before. Flying in front of her was a Dustox, flapping her wings very fast. Jacob turned to look at the other side of the field; a Mightyena, belonging to a trainer he didn’t know was breathing heavily. It appeared Hera was winning this match. As Jacob was finishing his assessment, the other trainer gave his next order.
“Mightyena, use bite!” The Mightyena rushed towards Hera and her Dustox as his teeth began to glow.
“Alright, Lola,” Hera commanded. “Use silver wind!” Lola(Dustox) flapper her wings, releasing several blasts of wind energy at the Mightyena. The attack hit, and Mightyena was sent falling to the side. He dropped to the ground, unconscious.
“Mightyena is no longer able to battle. Dustox wins!”
“Yay great job Dustox!” Hera shouted. She rushed over to her pokemon giving her a big hug. She turned to see Jacob watching the match. She returned her pokemon, and walked over to Jacob, her Plusle, Zuni, still on her shoulder. “So yours is the next battle?” Jacob looked down at his watch. It was 9:00.
“Yup, that’s me,” Jacob said happily.
“Well, then, I might just stay and watch!” Hera said, beginning to walk up to the seats. Jacob nodded and sighed. He turned to the battlefield, and walked over to his side. He was staring down another young man, although probably older than him. He looked normal enough, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Jacob and the man each pulled out a pokeball at the same time, as per the rules. They each released their pokemon.
In a flash of blue Jacob’s Beartic, named Casper, appeared in front of him. Beartic stretched. It had been some time since Jacob had used him. On the other side of the field appeared a Hariyama, who flexed.
“The battle will be between Hariyama and Beartic,” the referee began. “Let the match begin!”
“Hariyama!” Jacob’s opponent began. “Use force palm!” Hariyama rushed forwards, his hand beginning to glow.
“Casper, use ice beam!” Casper fired a beam of ice energy at Hariyama, who quickly used his force palm attack to block the ice beam. The energy on Hariyama’s hand, however, was not enough, and the pokemon’s arm was frozen in ice. “Great, Casper! Now, use Superpower!” Casper began to glow as his muscles became more pronounced. He rushed forwards at Hariyama.
“Hariyama, use close combat!” The fighting type pokemon flexed his muscles as the ice fell away from his arm. He then rushed forward. The two pokemon collided in the center of the field. Hariyama attempted to fire a barrage of punches at Jacob’s Beartic, but Casper merely caught the fighing type’s fists. Hariyama struggled to free himself, but was unable.
“Now, Casper, use Blizzard!” Casper took a deep breath in before releasing a torrent of ice and wind at Hariyama, whose hands were still trapped in the Beartic’s pause. Casper held the pokemon for a bit before releasing Hariyama, sending the pokemon flying two meters in the air before slamming into the ground. Hariyama lay there, unconscious.
“The winner is Beartic!” Jacob nodded as his pokemon looked back at him with a smile. “Well done, Casper!” Jacob recalled his pokemon, and in a flash of red, Casper was gone. Jacob turned to leave, but Hera blocked his path.
“I’ve never seen a pokemon like that!”
“Well, thanks, I guess,” Jacob replied.
“No I mean where did you catch him?” Jacob furrowed his brow.
“The Unova region,” Jacob responded.
“That makes sense. I was pretty sure if they were here in Hoenn I would’ve caught one by now.” Hera chuckled. Jacob turned back to the field.
“Do you want to watch who’s going next?” Jacob asked.
“Sure!” The two trainers sat in the stands as they watched the next two trainers take their places.
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Jacob breathed out slowly as he released his pokeball. In a flash of blue, Tank, Jacob’s Darmanitan, appeared on the field. Across from him stood his opponent; a Torkoal. Jacob smiled. This would be a fun match; it’s not often two fire types get to battle. Jacob already knew what he was going to do when the referee spoke.
“The match between Torkoal and Darmanitan begins now!”
“Torkoal, use heat wave!” Jacob’s opponent shouted. Torkoal released a beam of fire, spiraling towards Tank(Darmanitan).
“Tank, use Flare Blitz!” Jacob’s Darmanitan was covered in fire as he shot forward like a bullet. The two attacks slammed into each other and cancelled out. Tank dropped back in front of Jacob, his arms smoking from the damage taken from Torkoal’s attack. His opponent had gotten the better of him that time; Jacob couldn’t let that happen again.
“Torkoal, use Lava Plume!” Torkoal released several spheres of lava flying into the air. As he did, he released a gust of smoke, covering the field. Jacob watched helplessly as the lava spheres hit random places on the battlefield.
“Tank, use rollout!” Tank rolled up in a ball and, using the smoke as cover, rolled towards Torkoal.
“Torkoal, use heat wave!” Again Torkoal released a beam of fire towards Tank.
“Dodge it!” Tank swung to the right, dodging Torkoal’s attack, before slamming into the fire-turtle pokemon. The attack was super effective, but Torkoal stood back up with ease. “Hit him again!” Jacob shouted. Before the Torkoal had fully recovered, he was hit again with the attack, this time stronger, and Torkoal fell to the ground once again. “And again!” Jacob shouted. Again the Darmanitan rushed at Torkoal in a ball.
“Torkoal, use shell smash!” Torkoal glowed as a ball of energy surrounded him. He leapt forward, crashing into Tank’s rollout. The attack’s collided, and both pokemon were sent flying backwards.
“Tank!” Jacob shouted as his Darmanitan slide across the ground in front of him. Tank struggled to his feet, breathing heavily. Jacob looked over at his opponent; Torkoal had risen from the ground as well. This Torkoal was powerful, much more powerful than his last opponent.
“Torkoal, Lava Plum!” Again Torkoal prepared to release the attack.
“Tank, use Fire Blitz, quickly!” Tank rushed forward, covered in fire, shooting towards Torkoal. The turtle pokemon released its attack, sending spheres of lava into the air as smoke began to cover the field, but Tank’s aim was true. He slammed into Torkoal, knocking the pokemon off its balance and to the ground. The lava attack fell far away from Jacob’s Darmanitan, as he was standing in the same place Torkoal had released the attack. “Now, use superpower!” Tank glowed blue as he grabbed onto the fallen Torkoal. “Throw him!” Jacob shouted as Tank sent Tokoal flying in the air.
“No Torkoal!” Jacob’s opponent shouted, but it was too late.
“Tank, use hammer arm!” Tank’s arm glowed white as he leapt into the air, slamming his elbow into the falling Torkoal. Torkoal shouted in pain as he fell to the ground. Tank landed facing Jacob, turning to see Torkoal lying on the ground, unconscious.
“Darmanitan is the winner!” The referee exclaimed. Jacob’s smile covered his face as Tank jumped on top of him, knocking him to the ground.
“Great job Tank! How would you feel about exploring Slateport, eh?” Jacob asked. The pokemon nodded happily, grunting a “Dar!” Together, they left the battle tent, and walked through the market. There were all types of items everywhere he could see; from potions to evolution stones to different forms of pokeballs. Jacob had little money, and he decided not to buy anything. Still, Tank enjoyed the market. Jacob forgot how long he had kept the fire type cooped up in his pokeball.
“Ya know what, Tank,” Jacob said to his pokemon. “I think I’m going to let you guys out more often.” The Darmanitan smiled and nodded.
“Darman, Dar, Darmanitan!”
“Sounds good to me,” Jacob responded. He and Tank took a seat on a nearby bench, looking out over the water. He looked at his phone. “It’s about time for Hera’s match to start. Think we should head back?” Tank nodded, and the two of them headed back to the battle tent. They entered to see the battle already under way, Hera on one side with her Tropius, Calvin against some other trainer using a Marshtomp. Hera had the clear advantage here as well. What luck!
“Calvin, use razor leaf!” Hera shouted as her Tropius released a torrent of razor sharp leaves flying towards Marshtomp.
“Marshtomp, use water gun!” The Marshtomp fired the beam of water at the torrent of leaves, attempting to disperse it, but the attack was too weak, and the wave of leaves crashed into Marshtomp, knocking the pokemon out cold.
“Marshtomp is unable to battle,” the referee said quickly. “Tropius wins!” Hera leapt up and down with glee. Jacob walked over to her.
“Well done again,” Jacob commended. “Although, you got lucky with the typing there.” Hera nodded.
“I suppose,” she said. “So did you win your battle? Sorry I missed it.” Jacob smiled.
“Of course! You can’t get rid of me that easily!” He joked. “I think there’s only one more match today, wanna watch?”
“Yea sure,” Hera replied as she recalled her Tropius. Together, the two of them took a seat in the stands, watching as the next two trainers took their places.
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“Let’s go, Voltaire!” Jacob shouted as both he and his opponent released their pokeballs. In a flash of bue, Jacob’s Eelektross named Voltaire appeared in front of him. On the other side of the field appeared a Shiftry.
“Let the battle between Shiftry and Eelektross begin!” The referee announced. Jacob was worried; he had a strong type disadvantage.
“Voltaire, use zap cannon!” Voltaire’s hands glowed as a ball of electric energy was created between them. He threw the ball of electricity at the Shiftry, who easily dodged the attack.
“Shiftry, use razor leaf!” Shiftry released a wave of razor sharp leaves flying towards Voltaire.
“Voltaire, use discharge!” Jacob’s Eelektross released electric energy in every direction. The electric energy dispersed the razor leaf attack, sending the leaves dropping to the ground. “Now, use crush claw!” Voltaire’s claws glowed blue as he leaped towards Shiftry.
“Shiftry, use brick break!” Shiftry’s arm glowed brown as he swung forward. The two attacks collided, causing a small explosion. When the smoke cleared, Shiftry lay on the ground, with Voltaire standing over him.
“Voltaire, finish this with discharge!” Voltaire released electric energy again in every direction. The attack hit Shiftry, , and the pokemon writhed on the ground before falling unconscious.
“The winner is, Eelectross!” The crowd cheered. Apparently, this round of the tournament had gathered a group of people who wanted to watch; after all there were only a few rounds left until the champions got to battle.
Jacob walked off the field, and Hera ran up to him.
“Another great fight,” she commented.
“Thanks,” Jacob replied. Hera had already fought her battle and won earlier in the day; now she was just waiting for Jacob to finish. Jacob had the last battle of the day, and the lights were being turned off as the audience was escorted out of the tent. Jacob and Hera headed back to the pokemon center; tomorrow was second to last round of the tournament, and both of them would need their rest. Jacob fell asleep easily that night, thinking about his next battle.
As he left the boat, he headed for the pokemon center. It was very late, and Jacob had been falling in and out of sleep for the past few hours. He found the pokemon center rather quickly, and laid down on one of the couches. He closed his eyes and thought. Tomorrow, he would get up and register for the tournament, the real reason he chose to come to Hoenn. The tournament was open to all those who wanted to enter, which meant there would be a long process of weeding out the weaker trainers. The tournament itself was scheduled to last only a couple weeks, however, and Jacob figured they had a system to keep the action going.
Jacob opened his eyes. It was already light outside. He pulled out his phone. It was almost noon! He had been asleep for nearly 10 hours! It hadn’t felt anything close to that. Jacob pulled himself to his feet and, after saying his “thank you”s to Nurse Joy he headed for the center of town where the tournament was supposed to take place.
It was a nice walk through the city streets. Slateport had a large market that extended all along the main street. Jacob stopped to look at the merhcants’ wares for more than a few minutes before reminding himself that registration closed in a few hours. He arrived at the center of town, and got in line. The line itself was easily fifty people long. Jacob kicked himself. If only he had gotten up earlier; the line would have been much shorter, and he’d be done by now! He could go into the market, and shop like he wanted to. He kicked himself again.
“Hello?” Jacob heard a voice come from behind him. He turned to see a young girl, who couldn’t be much older than he was, standing in line behind him. A Plusle hung off her shoulder, apparently eating lunch.
“Hi,” Jacob responded.
“Hi,” the girl repeated. “I’m Hera; what’s your name?”
“Hera,” Jacob thought to himself. “Like the greek goddess? How odd.” Jacob shook the thought out of his mind. "I’m Jacob.”
“Nice to meet you Jacob,” the girl responded. “So, how many badges you got so far?”
“Badges?”
“Yea, ya know. How many gyms have you beaten?” She tilted her head, her eyes digging into Jacob.
“Uh… none, I suppose.”
“No badges?!?!” The girl covered her mouth as she chuckled. “Man, they really will let anyone join these tournaments.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jacob only half-joked. This girl was rude.
“I guess it means try not to go up against me in the tournament. Ya know what? If you see me, heading for a battle, just walk the other way! That’s your safest bet, kid!” Hera chuckled again.
“Look, I’ll bet I’m just as good as you if not better!”
“Oh really?” the girl asked. “I have seven badges!”
“That doesn’t mean anything; I’ve never challenged a gym before, that’s true, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got weaker pokemon than you!”
“Yea yea. I guess we’ll see in the tournament, won’t we?”
“I suppose so,” Jacob responded. The line took another step forward. This wait was going to be unbearable.
Just three hours later, Jacob was freed from the line. The sun was already beginning to drop below the horizon, and Jacob decided head back to the pokemon center. The tournament wouldn’t begin until tomorrow, and he was already scheduled for his first match at 9 AM. He would have to get up early the next day to make sure he arrived on time. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect as this was his first time outside of Unova other than a few trips to Kanto on vacation with his family. He had never been to the Hoenn Region before; he knew all of the pokemon of course, but he had never really seen any for real. He became very excited; tomorrow would be a good day. Jacob entered the Pokecenter and collapsed on the nearest couch. He closed his eyes, and willed himself to sleep.
The next morning, Jacob awoke at 6 AM. After a quick bite to eat he rushed towards the center of town. He passed the markets which were just beginning to open. He didn’t stop to look like he had the day before, however. He arrived at the tournament tent in the center of town. The tent itself was huge; large enough to fit not only a full sized stadium, but also to fit stands; enough for more than 100 spectators. The tent reached so high that flying types would have more than enough room to maneuver, and the ground was dirt: perfect for ground types. As Jacob walked in, he realized he recognized one of the trainer’s battling.
To Jacob’s right stood Hera, the trainer he had met in the line the day before. Flying in front of her was a Dustox, flapping her wings very fast. Jacob turned to look at the other side of the field; a Mightyena, belonging to a trainer he didn’t know was breathing heavily. It appeared Hera was winning this match. As Jacob was finishing his assessment, the other trainer gave his next order.
“Mightyena, use bite!” The Mightyena rushed towards Hera and her Dustox as his teeth began to glow.
“Alright, Lola,” Hera commanded. “Use silver wind!” Lola(Dustox) flapper her wings, releasing several blasts of wind energy at the Mightyena. The attack hit, and Mightyena was sent falling to the side. He dropped to the ground, unconscious.
“Mightyena is no longer able to battle. Dustox wins!”
“Yay great job Dustox!” Hera shouted. She rushed over to her pokemon giving her a big hug. She turned to see Jacob watching the match. She returned her pokemon, and walked over to Jacob, her Plusle, Zuni, still on her shoulder. “So yours is the next battle?” Jacob looked down at his watch. It was 9:00.
“Yup, that’s me,” Jacob said happily.
“Well, then, I might just stay and watch!” Hera said, beginning to walk up to the seats. Jacob nodded and sighed. He turned to the battlefield, and walked over to his side. He was staring down another young man, although probably older than him. He looked normal enough, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Jacob and the man each pulled out a pokeball at the same time, as per the rules. They each released their pokemon.
In a flash of blue Jacob’s Beartic, named Casper, appeared in front of him. Beartic stretched. It had been some time since Jacob had used him. On the other side of the field appeared a Hariyama, who flexed.
“The battle will be between Hariyama and Beartic,” the referee began. “Let the match begin!”
“Hariyama!” Jacob’s opponent began. “Use force palm!” Hariyama rushed forwards, his hand beginning to glow.
“Casper, use ice beam!” Casper fired a beam of ice energy at Hariyama, who quickly used his force palm attack to block the ice beam. The energy on Hariyama’s hand, however, was not enough, and the pokemon’s arm was frozen in ice. “Great, Casper! Now, use Superpower!” Casper began to glow as his muscles became more pronounced. He rushed forwards at Hariyama.
“Hariyama, use close combat!” The fighting type pokemon flexed his muscles as the ice fell away from his arm. He then rushed forward. The two pokemon collided in the center of the field. Hariyama attempted to fire a barrage of punches at Jacob’s Beartic, but Casper merely caught the fighing type’s fists. Hariyama struggled to free himself, but was unable.
“Now, Casper, use Blizzard!” Casper took a deep breath in before releasing a torrent of ice and wind at Hariyama, whose hands were still trapped in the Beartic’s pause. Casper held the pokemon for a bit before releasing Hariyama, sending the pokemon flying two meters in the air before slamming into the ground. Hariyama lay there, unconscious.
“The winner is Beartic!” Jacob nodded as his pokemon looked back at him with a smile. “Well done, Casper!” Jacob recalled his pokemon, and in a flash of red, Casper was gone. Jacob turned to leave, but Hera blocked his path.
“I’ve never seen a pokemon like that!”
“Well, thanks, I guess,” Jacob replied.
“No I mean where did you catch him?” Jacob furrowed his brow.
“The Unova region,” Jacob responded.
“That makes sense. I was pretty sure if they were here in Hoenn I would’ve caught one by now.” Hera chuckled. Jacob turned back to the field.
“Do you want to watch who’s going next?” Jacob asked.
“Sure!” The two trainers sat in the stands as they watched the next two trainers take their places.
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Jacob breathed out slowly as he released his pokeball. In a flash of blue, Tank, Jacob’s Darmanitan, appeared on the field. Across from him stood his opponent; a Torkoal. Jacob smiled. This would be a fun match; it’s not often two fire types get to battle. Jacob already knew what he was going to do when the referee spoke.
“The match between Torkoal and Darmanitan begins now!”
“Torkoal, use heat wave!” Jacob’s opponent shouted. Torkoal released a beam of fire, spiraling towards Tank(Darmanitan).
“Tank, use Flare Blitz!” Jacob’s Darmanitan was covered in fire as he shot forward like a bullet. The two attacks slammed into each other and cancelled out. Tank dropped back in front of Jacob, his arms smoking from the damage taken from Torkoal’s attack. His opponent had gotten the better of him that time; Jacob couldn’t let that happen again.
“Torkoal, use Lava Plume!” Torkoal released several spheres of lava flying into the air. As he did, he released a gust of smoke, covering the field. Jacob watched helplessly as the lava spheres hit random places on the battlefield.
“Tank, use rollout!” Tank rolled up in a ball and, using the smoke as cover, rolled towards Torkoal.
“Torkoal, use heat wave!” Again Torkoal released a beam of fire towards Tank.
“Dodge it!” Tank swung to the right, dodging Torkoal’s attack, before slamming into the fire-turtle pokemon. The attack was super effective, but Torkoal stood back up with ease. “Hit him again!” Jacob shouted. Before the Torkoal had fully recovered, he was hit again with the attack, this time stronger, and Torkoal fell to the ground once again. “And again!” Jacob shouted. Again the Darmanitan rushed at Torkoal in a ball.
“Torkoal, use shell smash!” Torkoal glowed as a ball of energy surrounded him. He leapt forward, crashing into Tank’s rollout. The attack’s collided, and both pokemon were sent flying backwards.
“Tank!” Jacob shouted as his Darmanitan slide across the ground in front of him. Tank struggled to his feet, breathing heavily. Jacob looked over at his opponent; Torkoal had risen from the ground as well. This Torkoal was powerful, much more powerful than his last opponent.
“Torkoal, Lava Plum!” Again Torkoal prepared to release the attack.
“Tank, use Fire Blitz, quickly!” Tank rushed forward, covered in fire, shooting towards Torkoal. The turtle pokemon released its attack, sending spheres of lava into the air as smoke began to cover the field, but Tank’s aim was true. He slammed into Torkoal, knocking the pokemon off its balance and to the ground. The lava attack fell far away from Jacob’s Darmanitan, as he was standing in the same place Torkoal had released the attack. “Now, use superpower!” Tank glowed blue as he grabbed onto the fallen Torkoal. “Throw him!” Jacob shouted as Tank sent Tokoal flying in the air.
“No Torkoal!” Jacob’s opponent shouted, but it was too late.
“Tank, use hammer arm!” Tank’s arm glowed white as he leapt into the air, slamming his elbow into the falling Torkoal. Torkoal shouted in pain as he fell to the ground. Tank landed facing Jacob, turning to see Torkoal lying on the ground, unconscious.
“Darmanitan is the winner!” The referee exclaimed. Jacob’s smile covered his face as Tank jumped on top of him, knocking him to the ground.
“Great job Tank! How would you feel about exploring Slateport, eh?” Jacob asked. The pokemon nodded happily, grunting a “Dar!” Together, they left the battle tent, and walked through the market. There were all types of items everywhere he could see; from potions to evolution stones to different forms of pokeballs. Jacob had little money, and he decided not to buy anything. Still, Tank enjoyed the market. Jacob forgot how long he had kept the fire type cooped up in his pokeball.
“Ya know what, Tank,” Jacob said to his pokemon. “I think I’m going to let you guys out more often.” The Darmanitan smiled and nodded.
“Darman, Dar, Darmanitan!”
“Sounds good to me,” Jacob responded. He and Tank took a seat on a nearby bench, looking out over the water. He looked at his phone. “It’s about time for Hera’s match to start. Think we should head back?” Tank nodded, and the two of them headed back to the battle tent. They entered to see the battle already under way, Hera on one side with her Tropius, Calvin against some other trainer using a Marshtomp. Hera had the clear advantage here as well. What luck!
“Calvin, use razor leaf!” Hera shouted as her Tropius released a torrent of razor sharp leaves flying towards Marshtomp.
“Marshtomp, use water gun!” The Marshtomp fired the beam of water at the torrent of leaves, attempting to disperse it, but the attack was too weak, and the wave of leaves crashed into Marshtomp, knocking the pokemon out cold.
“Marshtomp is unable to battle,” the referee said quickly. “Tropius wins!” Hera leapt up and down with glee. Jacob walked over to her.
“Well done again,” Jacob commended. “Although, you got lucky with the typing there.” Hera nodded.
“I suppose,” she said. “So did you win your battle? Sorry I missed it.” Jacob smiled.
“Of course! You can’t get rid of me that easily!” He joked. “I think there’s only one more match today, wanna watch?”
“Yea sure,” Hera replied as she recalled her Tropius. Together, the two of them took a seat in the stands, watching as the next two trainers took their places.
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“Let’s go, Voltaire!” Jacob shouted as both he and his opponent released their pokeballs. In a flash of bue, Jacob’s Eelektross named Voltaire appeared in front of him. On the other side of the field appeared a Shiftry.
“Let the battle between Shiftry and Eelektross begin!” The referee announced. Jacob was worried; he had a strong type disadvantage.
“Voltaire, use zap cannon!” Voltaire’s hands glowed as a ball of electric energy was created between them. He threw the ball of electricity at the Shiftry, who easily dodged the attack.
“Shiftry, use razor leaf!” Shiftry released a wave of razor sharp leaves flying towards Voltaire.
“Voltaire, use discharge!” Jacob’s Eelektross released electric energy in every direction. The electric energy dispersed the razor leaf attack, sending the leaves dropping to the ground. “Now, use crush claw!” Voltaire’s claws glowed blue as he leaped towards Shiftry.
“Shiftry, use brick break!” Shiftry’s arm glowed brown as he swung forward. The two attacks collided, causing a small explosion. When the smoke cleared, Shiftry lay on the ground, with Voltaire standing over him.
“Voltaire, finish this with discharge!” Voltaire released electric energy again in every direction. The attack hit Shiftry, , and the pokemon writhed on the ground before falling unconscious.
“The winner is, Eelectross!” The crowd cheered. Apparently, this round of the tournament had gathered a group of people who wanted to watch; after all there were only a few rounds left until the champions got to battle.
Jacob walked off the field, and Hera ran up to him.
“Another great fight,” she commented.
“Thanks,” Jacob replied. Hera had already fought her battle and won earlier in the day; now she was just waiting for Jacob to finish. Jacob had the last battle of the day, and the lights were being turned off as the audience was escorted out of the tent. Jacob and Hera headed back to the pokemon center; tomorrow was second to last round of the tournament, and both of them would need their rest. Jacob fell asleep easily that night, thinking about his next battle.
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