Chapter 17: An Initiation

POV – CIARA

Ciara's breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps as she dashed through the dense forest, her boots thudding against the soft, damp earth. Branches whipped past, snagging at her hair and clothes, but she barely noticed. Her mind was a tumultuous sea, waves of embarrassment, shame, fear, and anger crashing against each other. How could I have let myself be so vulnerable, so openly terrified?

Memories surged, unbidden, blurring the line between past and present. She was back in Unova, a child again, clutching her favourite doll. It had been her constant companion, a silent witness to the laughter and warmth of a home that felt whole. But then the shouting started. Harsh words echoed through the halls—words no child should hear, words that shattered that warmth into a thousand irreparable pieces.

In the chaos of those final days, when her world was crumbling, the doll was left behind. It was just an innocent mistake, she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own footsteps. I didn’t mean to leave it. But that feeling of abandonment, the sense of betrayal, had manifested into something darker.

She remembered the nights that followed, the feeling of being watched, of malevolent eyes staring at her from the shadows. The doll, transformed by her own feelings of abandonment, had become something else—something vengeful. It hated her, she was sure of it. Its presence was a constant reminder of her guilt, her loss, her fractured family.

Years had passed, continents crossed. She thought she could escape it, that distance and time would shield her from the past. But today, with Jekyll’s empty, gleeful grin, it all came rushing back. The spectre of her haunted childhood stood before her—not as a doll, but as a Pokémon with that same unsettling smile, the same delight in her fear

Ciara shook her head, trying to dispel the memories. It’s not real, she told herself firmly. It can’t hurt me anymore. But the memory of her trembling hands, the paralyzing fear, contradicted her words. The forest around her seemed to close in, shadows lengthening in the midday light, mirroring the darkness of her thoughts.

Suddenly, she stumbled, her foot catching on a protruding root. She fell to the ground, her palms scraping against the forest floor. Panting, she looked up, her heart pounding not just from the run but from the surge of emotions she was struggling to contain.

“Kaida,” she said quietly, shame threading through her voice. There was her Kubfu, entrusted to her by the master, trembling behind a tree, eyes wide with fear—fear that mirrored her own. Ciara crawled toward her Pokémon, each movement slow, every motion an effort. She reached out, her hand gently brushing against Kaida’s fur. "I’m sorry," she murmured, her voice a broken whisper. "I’m so sorry. I thought I could protect you."

Kaida’s eyes, still wide with residual fear, slowly blinked as if processing Ciara’s words. In that moment, Ciara realised a profound truth. Pokémon, especially those as attuned to their trainers as Kaida, were sensitive to the emotions and mental states of their human companions. Kaida, a Fighting-type with a natural weakness to Ghost-types, hadn’t just been reacting to Jekyll’s menacing presence—she had been responding to Ciara’s own deep-seated fears. The guilt hit her hard.

Ciara knelt before Kaida, knowing she had to do this, not just for her Pokémon but for herself. She had to release memories long held captive in silence.

"Kaida," she began, her voice quivering slightly. "I’ve never told this to anyone, not even Master Mustard. After my parents split up, I went with my mom. She... she wasn’t the same person I remembered." Ciara’s eyes clouded. "She became a deadbeat, a drunk. And sometimes... sometimes, she’d hit me."

She paused, swallowing hard. "There was this doll, one she gave me. I loved it once, but in my anger, in my desperation, I threw it away. I ran from that life, found myself alone on the streets." Ciara’s voice broke as she wrapped her arms around herself, recalling the days of begging and stealing—a child lost amidst uncaring crowds.

"The doll didn’t go away, Kaida. It followed me, haunted me. It was a reminder of everything—the good times... the terrible times. I could feel its hatred, a reflection of my own." A tear rolled down Ciara’s cheek, glistening in the dim light of the forest.

Kaida inched closer, now beside Ciara, and gently nudged her arm—a silent gesture of empathy.

"Master Mustard found me," Ciara continued, a faint smile touching her lips. "He took me to Armor, gave me a chance to start over. He didn’t know everything, just that I was a street kid looking for a way out. He never asked about the doll, the hauntings. I never told him."

Ciara's confession hung in the air. Kaida, calmer than before, looked at Ciara and uttered a soft, reassuring "Fu, fu," as if to say, "It's okay."

Ciara shook her head, eyes brimming with tears. "No, it’s not okay, Kaida. I let my fears influence you. What kind of trainer does that? My issues shouldn’t be yours to bear."

But Kaida stood firm, her gaze more confident than ever. "Kub, fu," she responded, a tone of determination in her voice. Ciara could almost hear the words behind the sound: "But you chose to face Jake, knowing he has Jekyll. You knew what it meant."

Ciara paused, considering Kaida’s unspoken message. She had, in a way, deliberately put herself in a position to confront her fears. "Maybe that’s true," she admitted softly. "Maybe part of me wanted to face it, even if I wasn’t ready."

Kaida’s next "Fu, fu" was filled with encouragement, echoing the sentiment, "This is a sign you’re ready to train, to overcome your fears, just as I wish to train to get strong, like my father."

The realisation dawned on Ciara, bringing fresh tears to her eyes. Her Kubfu, her partner, understood her struggle and still stood by her side, ready to face the challenges together.

"Kub, kub, fu," Kaida continued, her voice assuring. Ciara interpreted the words in her heart: "We will do this together, Ciara. Ghosts are but one obstacle to becoming the best."

Hearing this, a wave of emotion overcame Ciara. She hugged Kaida tightly, overwhelmed by the support and understanding from her Pokémon. "Thank you, Kaida," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "We will overcome this, together. I swear."

Kaida nestled into the embrace, a soft "Fu, fu" escaping her in contentment and agreement. Ciara felt a profound sense of gratitude for her Kubfu—more than just a companion in battle, but a true friend and ally in the journey of life.

As Ciara revelled in the moment, a heavy footstep—branches snapping and bushes rustling—echoed behind her, breaking the stillness.

Ciara stiffened, her heart skipping a beat. Kaida perked up instantly, murmuring a low "Fu..." almost reverently. Knowing what it was, Ciara turned around, standing up abruptly, her cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment.

Emerging from the forest was an imposing Pokémon, standing tall with muscles rippling under sleek, dark fur. Its eyes, deep and penetrating, held a wisdom that seemed to transcend the simple confines of the forest. The black and grey fur, accented with hints of white, gave it a dignified yet fearsome appearance—an embodiment of confidence and power. Each breath it took resonated with the essence of mastery.

Ciara could feel the Urshifu's power, an almost palpable force that seemed to vibrate through the air. There was an aura about it, a sense of indomitable spirit and unwavering resolve. Urshifu's gaze swept over the clearing, giving Ciara a brief glance before lingering on his daughter.

Both Ciara and Kaida stood side by side, bowing formally, like martial artists paying respect to the mighty Urshifu.

Contrary to popular belief, Urshifu and their kin were not native to Galar or the Isle of Armor. It was rare, but their species could be found deep within a range of mountains on the large continent near the Inhabited Regions of the East. Ciara didn’t know exactly where Mustard had found his, but he had travelled far in his lifetime.

The Urshifu bowed back formally, clenching his large fists together before stepping to one side.

Ciara then heard the familiar sound of footsteps. Master Mustard emerged cheerfully from the forest, a broad smile on his face, eyes twinkling.

“Ah, Ciara! I see you’ve had quite the journey today,” Mustard said warmly, his eyes twinkling with approval.

Ciara, still catching her breath and a bit flushed, managed a small nod. “Master Mustard,” she greeted.

Mustard’s gaze moved from Ciara to the Urshifu, then to Kaida, who stood loyally by Ciara’s side. “Looks like you’ve both grown today, in more ways than one,” he observed with a knowing smile.

As Master Mustard and Ciara exchanged greetings, Kaida turned her attention to the towering Urshifu. With reverence, she approached the Pokémon and uttered a respectful "Fu, fu," which Ciara understood to mean "Honoured Father."

The Urshifu looked down at Kaida and reached out a massive paw, gently patting her in a comforting gesture. The two seemed to share a silent exchange. Though Ciara couldn’t understand the exact words, the intent was clear. "Urshi, fu,"the Urshifu spoke in a deep, resonant tone. Kaida’s expression faltered for a moment, her small body sinking slightly, a depressed “Fu” escaping her.

Then, Urshifu’s tone shifted, becoming more encouraging. "Fu, Urshi," it said. Kaida straightened at these words, a spark of determination lighting up her eyes. The Urshifu gestured with its paw, indicating, "We shall train together, come," before sprinting into the forest.

With a spirited “Kub, fu!” Kaida glanced at Ciara, giving her a brief nod of acknowledgment before turning to follow her father.

Mustard seemed to study her face closely. “Caught a glimpse of your little scuffle back there,” he said lightly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Ciara flushed. “Master, about that… I didn’t mean—”

Mustard raised a hand, cutting her off gently. “Every tussle, win or lose, is a stepping stone on your journey. Teaches you more than just how to throw a punch,” he said with a smile. “Every trainer has their fears. Me? I’m terrified of ironing. Can never get those creases right,” he added with a wink.

Ciara just stared at him, unsure how to respond.

Mustard coughed into his hand, his expression growing more serious. “But in all seriousness, Ciara, it’s how we face those fears that truly matters. That’s what separates the good trainers from the great ones. And you, choosing to battle Jake, knowing he had Jekyll… that took real courage.”

Ciara looked surprised. “You think so?”

“You faced it head-on. That’s what counts,” Mustard said, his eyes gleaming with pride. “Everyone’s scared of something. But a great trainer knows that overcoming those fears, using them to grow—that’s the path to real victory.”

“Master…” Ciara murmured softly.

Mustard continued, “When you tried to pick my pocket all those years ago, I saw something in you—a fire, a willingness to face a challenge, even if you were scared. That’s why I brought you to Armor. I saw a fighter, someone who wouldn’t back down.”

“That was a long time ago, Master,” Ciara said, reflecting on the memory.

“But it showed me something,” Mustard said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “Showed me there was more to you than met the eye. That you had potential, just waiting to be shaped.”

Ciara, mulling over his words, ventured a question. “So, inviting Jake into the dojo… was that part of testing me?”

Mustard chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Oh no, Ciara. Jake battled well in his own right. But… he’s on his own unique path. His reasons… well, they’re his own.”

“But there’s something about him, isn’t there?” Ciara pressed, curiosity in her voice.

Mustard looked thoughtful for a moment. “Indeed, there is. The boy’s got a certain fire in him, a different type to yours, I’d say, but still there. And the way he connects with his Pokémon, it’s quite rare. He’s a bit of a lost soul, perhaps, but he’s got a heart that’s in the right place.”

Ciara absorbed his words, nodding slightly.

“He’s a bit of a mystery,” Mustard mused, almost as if speaking to himself. “We couldn’t find any record of anyone looking for him, or even a hint of his family, though that’s not entirely unusual in this big, wide world.”

Ciara felt a twinge in her heart at that—her own family certainly wasn’t looking for her either.

“He’s not quite like any trainer I’ve seen,” Mustard continued, his tone thoughtful. “His knowledge is remarkable for his age. He’s got his challenges, no doubt, but there’s potential there. Potential much like yours.”

Ciara remained silent, unsure how to feel about being compared to Jake.

Mustard let out a hearty laugh. “Don’t worry, I’m not saying you’re the same. But you know, sometimes the most unexpected people can teach us the most valuable lessons.”

He winked at her, adding with a grin, “And who knows, you might just find you can learn a thing or two from each other.”

Ciara didn’t respond, the idea of learning anything from Jake seemed far-fetched, but Mustard’s words had a way of sticking in one’s mind.

Changing the subject with a gleam in his eye, Mustard remarked, “I see you’ve had quite the success with the mushroom hunt.”

A smirk crossed Ciara’s face. “I may have scouted the forest a bit when I first arrived here. Knew where to look.”

As they started walking back through the forest, the fading light casting long shadows around them, Mustard’s laughter echoed through the trees, filling the air with warmth.

POV - TRIXIE

Trixie circled around Jake, practically vibrating with excitement. The sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting playful patterns on the forest floor below. She felt so alive, her spirit literally abuzz with energy.

She was absolutely loving her freedom outside the Pokéball. While the Pokéball was comfy, like snuggling into a warm nap, it wasn’t her favorite spot. She much preferred the open sky and playing with Jake. Inside, she could faintly sense the world outside, especially when she focused on Jake's emotions, but it wasn’t the same as being free. She often grew restless, itching to play and explore. Luckily, Jake seemed to understand that, letting her out whenever he could. He said she could be a bit naughty sometimes, but she couldn’t see why. She was just being herself, after all!

“I was great, wasn’t I?” Trixie chirped proudly, fluttering around Jake’s head with glee. “I mean, who else could have pulled off such a victory?”

Jake chuckled, looking up at her. “Yeah, you were pretty good,” he agreed, before adding with a teasing grin, “But if we keep talking about it, it’ll go to your head. We wouldn’t want you to start thinking you can take on a Charizard or something.”

Trixie giggled. “Oh please, even a Charizard couldn’t handle me!” she boasted playfully.

Jake laughed heartily. “Maybe not your cute face, perhaps, true, but remember, even the cutest Emolga needs to watch where she’s flying.”

“Why’s that?” she asked, still beaming.

“Because there might be a big, sneaky tree waiting to give you a hug!” Jake said.

Trixie turned just in time to see the tree looming in front of her. “Oh no—!” she emoled, but it was too late. She collided with the tree with a soft ‘thump,’ then hovered in place, slightly dazed and ruffled.

Rubbing her nose, she emoled back at Jake, “Why didn’t you warn me?”

“Maybe before getting too big for your boots, you should watch where you’re going,” Jake teased.

Trixie puffed out her cheeks, “I don’t wear boots, silly!”

“Where did I go wrong with you?” Jake sighed playfully. “You know, I think we’re close to your family’s den,” he said, looking around.

“Really?” she gasped, excitement bubbling up inside her. She looked around, and certain surroundings began to feel familiar to Trixie. There was a large, towering tree with branches stretching skyward like giant arms. This was the very tree that Trixie had bravely—or maybe foolishly—tried to leap from on the day she first met Jake.

“Hey, isn’t this where you decided to volt-tackle into my life?” Jake said with a grin.

Trixie fluttered around, her tiny heart racing with excitement. “I knew you’d need my help, so I dropped in to save you,” she retorted cheekily.

They shared a laugh, the memory bringing a warm sense of nostalgia. Then, Jake looked up at the tree with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “How about giving it another go? For old times’ sake?”

Trixie’s little heart beat faster with excitement, but also a tiny bit of nervousness. She hadn’t attempted a flight from such a height since she’d learned to properly fly. “You’ll catch me if I fall?” she asked, tilting her head at him.

“Of course, I’m always here for you, Trixie,” Jake replied warmly.

With newfound courage, Trixie zipped up the tree, climbing higher and higher. Reaching the highest branch, she looked down. Jake looked much smaller from this height, and the ground seemed so far away. She gulped; I really was a silly Emolga to have tried this before!

Perched at the edge of a branch on the towering tree, Trixie gazed out over the forest. The view was absolutely incredible—a vast ocean of greenery stretching out as far as her eyes could see. The dense canopy below formed a lush sea of leaves, only occasionally interrupted by the glint of a stream winding its way through the forest.

She spotted other Pokémon flitting about. Rookidee and Pidove fluttered in the distance, their chirps echoing softly. Trixie watched them with a smug little grin. They’re nothing compared to me, she thought, puffing out her chest with pride. A Skwovet scurried along a distant branch, its bushy tail flicking. Trixie wrinkled her nose in disdain. Pesky ground dweller.

The air up here was fresh and invigorating, filled with the scents of pine and damp earth. It was peaceful, yet alive with the subtle energies of nature. But amidst all this, her gaze inevitably drifted back to Jake, far below. He looked so small from up here, just a tiny figure. Yet, to Trixie, he was the most important thing in the world. She looked at him with affection, feeling a warm glow at the sight of him. He was her partner, her best friend, the one who had helped her soar.

Trixie inhaled deeply, centering herself in the way Jake had taught her. She was a little nervous but so excited. She focused on Jake below, his presence grounding her. With a determined nod to herself, she stepped to the very edge of the branch. I can do this, she thought, feeling the strength of all those hours of practice.

She leaped—not out of faith, but out of confidence.

She plummeted towards the ground, her eyes wide open, drinking in every detail of her rapid descent. The wind rushed past her, cool and exhilarating, whooshing and whistling in her ears. She zoomed past the tree trunk, the rough bark a blur as she expertly navigated the maze of branches and leaves.

Her heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline and joy filling her. She could smell the earthy scent of the forest rising to meet her, damp soil and fresh foliage.

The ground approached, Trixie tightened her body against the tree trunk, her movements precise and agile. She weaved through the gaps between branches, her reflexes sharp, her body responding with the perfect little adjustments of her wings and body.

At just the right moment, she spread her wings wide, catching the air currents. She wasn’t falling; she was flying. Gliding. Soaring.

Trixie circled the clearing, her heart soaring just as high as she was. Below, Jake looked up at her, his face glowing with pride and joy. The sight filled her with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. I did it! she thought, beaming with pride. She had flown from the highest branch, something she’d never dared to do before.

She savoured every single second of her controlled, graceful descent. She was the master of the air, adjusting her altitude with ease—now soaring higher to skim the treetops, then dipping lower to graze the ferns below. Now she was one with the air and the freedom, her wings cutting through the breeze with precision and grace.

Then, slowly, she began her descent, swooping down in wide circles, drawing ever closer to the ground. As she did, something caught her eye. There, circling around Jake’s head, were two small figures, darting playfully in the air. Trixie watched, her descent slowing as she saw her little brother and sister performing little aerial acrobatics around him, Jake laughing as they vied for his attention. Hey, that’s my trainer! she wanted to shout. But then, her gaze fell upon her parents, and her heart melted.

Tears of joy blurred Trixie’s vision as she saw her family together, waiting for her, watching her fly high. Any hint of jealousy vanished, replaced by a warm, bubbling surge of love and happiness.

Jake knelt down, gently petting the backs of her mother and father, encouraging them to come closer. They took the invitation, flying up to meet their daughter in mid-air. With nuzzles, chirps, and the flutter of wings, Trixie’s family embraced her, their affectionate touches and soft emols full of pride and love.

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In that moment, surrounded by her family and her beloved trainer, Trixie felt complete—a perfect ending to a perfect flight.

POV - JAKE

The afternoon sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon, casting long shadows across the Forest of Focus. Jake meandered alongside the river once again, his steps guided by the small, biodegradable markers he had placed earlier. He could have relied on Trixie's keen sense of direction, but Siobhan's earlier advice echoed in his mind.

"Always be prepared, Jake," Siobhan had said, her voice firm yet caring as she handed him the markers. "The forest can be deceiving. You think you know it, then it changes on you."

Jake couldn’t disagree, given his recent experiences, but he found a certain irony in the situation. Here he was, just a regular kid from another world, trying to navigate real Pokémon battles.

"The games never mentioned needing earplugs for Metal Sound," Jake mused to himself, hopping over a protruding root. Despite munching on an Oran Berry, a faint ringing in his ears persisted. Some abilities just aren’t polite to their audience.

"Gotta start thinking about some kind of gear... something to shield against all these types? Shockproof pads? Poison-resistant gloves? What do you do for ghost types? A religious symbol, maybe? At this rate, I’ll need a suit of armour," he thought with a half-smile.

It was remarkable, really, how careful Pokémon seemed to be about not harming humans. In the games, this was just a given, an unspoken rule. But here, in the flesh-and-blood reality of it all, it was nothing short of miraculous.

As he continued his stroll through the woods, his gaze followed the gentle flow of the river, its waters glistening under the fading light. The sound of the river, the rustle of leaves, and the distant calls of Pokémon blended into a calming background.

The sun began its descent, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink as Jake continued his journey back to camp. Trixie perched stubbornly on his shoulder; her mood having soured a bit since they left the Emolga den. She held an apple, nibbling on it with feigned indifference. Every so often, Jake tried to engage her in conversation, only to be met with a terse "Emol," followed by a deliberate turn of her head.

"Come on, Trixie," Jake prodded gently, "you can't stay mad at me forever. What did I do this time?"

"Emol, emol," she mumbled stubbornly, probably meaning, "You're a big idiot if you don't know."

Jake chuckled softly, understanding her well enough by now. "Alright, I'm a big idiot, got it. But you still seem to like this perch," he said.

Trixie responded with a huff, "Emolga!" but didn’t make any move to leave her favourite spot.

Reflecting on the encounter with Trixie’s family, Jake smiled. "They probably knew we were coming," he mused. "That was something special, wasn’t it?"

"Emol," Trixie agreed, her tone softening as she remembered the fond farewell.

Jake couldn’t resist. "You know, I think someone’s a little jealous," he remarked playfully, glancing at Trixie. "Afraid we’d have another Emolga?"

"Emol, emolga!" Trixie retorted sharply, puffing her cheeks, probably meaning, "I’m the only one worth it!"—too cute to be taken seriously.

"I’d never be without you, Trix," Jake smiled at her.

"Emol, emol," she puffed up her chest. "That’s right, and don’t you forget it!"

Jake reached up and gently patted her head, eliciting a reluctant but contented chirp from Trixie. "Or more like another one of you, and I’d probably go more insane than I already am."

"Emol!" Trixie cheekily made a face at him, probably saying something like, "Boooo!"

As they walked, the murmur of human voices grew louder, intermingled with the sounds of Pokémon. The aroma of food wafted through the air, a tempting invitation to return to the comforts of their temporary home.

Trixie's mood visibly brightened at the prospect of more food. With a final, affectionate lick to Jake's cheek, she took off, zooming toward the camp with an excited "Emolga!"

Jake followed, entering the camp set in a small clearing surrounded by the dense foliage of the Forest of Focus. He took in the scene. The camp was a comfortable setup, well-suited for their temporary stay in the Pokémon world. A couple of sturdy tents stood at the edge of the clearing, their fabric rustling gently in the breeze. A fire pit at the centre emitted a warm glow, a pot hanging over the flames, bubbling with what promised to be a delicious meal.

Siobhan, Jab, and Bab were gathered around the campfire. Siobhan, engrossed in her cooking, was a picture of contentment, especially with Trixie now cuddled in her arms, cooing at the delighted Emolga.

Jab and Bab, however, painted a different picture. They looked unusually downcast; their expressions forlorn as they stared at the food. Jake couldn’t help but feel a momentary pang of sympathy, quickly replaced by a sense of inevitability. Their defeated demeanour and lack of a visible Max Mushroom confirmed his suspicion that they had tried and failed to ambush Siobhan during the trial.

Siobhan looked up at him, her face lighting up. "Jake! You’re back!" she exclaimed, standing up to greet him. Herbie, her Bulbasaur, lay contentedly beside her, but Jake's attention was drawn to a small Fomantis perched nearby. The little Pokémon looked curiously around, its innocent behaviour belying the sharp claws it possessed.

"Hey, Siobhan. Looks like you’ve made a new friend," Jake said, nodding toward the Fomantis.

Siobhan blushed slightly, picking up the Fomantis with evident delight. "Yes, I caught this little one during the trial. Isn’t she just adorable?"

Jake reached out to pet the Fomantis, only for her to swipe at his hand with a sudden, defensive motion. Siobhan giggled. "She’s still getting used to people," she explained.

"No harm done," Jake said with a chuckle, withdrawing his hand. "She’s got spirit."

As they talked, Jab and Bab continued to mope, their eyes fixed on the food. Siobhan seemed to be intentionally ignoring them, her focus on Jake and the Pokémon.

"Looks like Jab and Bab had quite the adventure too."

Siobhan rolled her eyes. "Oh, you could say that. Let’s just say they’ve learned a thing or two about underestimating others."

Jake and Siobhan continued to catch up, the conversation easy and light. They settled down around the fire, the aroma of Siobhan’s cooking filling the air, promising a much-needed meal.

Just as they were about to dig in, a voice broke through the camp. Master Mustard emerged from the trees with a jovial chuckle. "Ah, what do we have here? That smells delightful, Siobhan!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands in anticipation.

Jake and Siobhan quickly stood up, starting to bow, but Mustard waved them off. "No, no, none of that now. Save the formalities for the dojo or battles," he said with a smile.

As they resumed their seats, Jake noticed Ciara trying to slip into the camp unnoticed, her steps quiet and her gaze deliberately avoiding him. But she couldn’t resist a glance. Their eyes met awkwardly.

Siobhan seemed to notice, raising an eyebrow. Gathering something within herself, Ciara then marched up to Jake and thrust something into his hand. Without a word, she grabbed Siobhan’s arm and marched off, leaving a trail of confusion in her wake. Siobhan threw a bemused look over her shoulder as they disappeared into the trees.

Jake looked down at his hand to find a Max Mushroom. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Mustard's booming laughter filled the air. “That Ciara, always so stubborn, but she means well," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Jake chuckled, tucking the mushroom away safely. "Yeah, she’s something else," he admitted. Then, looking at Mustard, he asked, "Have you been keeping an eye on us during the trial?"

Mustard shook his head, a grin on his face. "I’ve been in the area for safety, but I wasn’t peeking over your shoulders. Besides, it was a good chance for me to get some training in myself."

Curious, Jake leaned forward. "Why do you still train, Master Mustard? After all these years and accomplishments?"

Mustard paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face. Then he laughed, a rich, hearty sound. "No one’s asked me that in a long time. I train because I love it, lad, and so do my Pokémon. After retiring from the professional battling scene, I found joy in nurturing new talents, giving back in my own way." His voice trailed off, and for a moment, he seemed lost in memories, a shadow of sadness flickering in his eyes.

Mustard then turned to Jake, his expression earnest. "Enjoy these times, Jake. There’s nothing quite like being a young trainer, with all your dreams ahead of you."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and Jake felt their impact deeply as he gazed at the flickering flames of the campfire. His goal loomed large in his mind—to grow strong enough to meet one of the legendary Pokémon, Arceus, Palkia, or Dialga. He believed that encountering such a legendary being might be the key to sending a message to his parents in his original world. It was an immense task, one that sometimes felt too vast to comprehend.

The scale of the Pokémon world was overwhelming, far beyond anything Jake had expected. He really liked the people and loved the Pokémon, but his monumental goal felt distant. A wave of sadness washed over him as he thought about his family. Their faces seemed to blur in his memory a little more each day he stayed here. He knew it would take a long time before he was ready, but he felt hurried, impatient. He tried to take a deep breath, remembering what his mother had taught him, clinging to that memory.

Mustard noticed Jake’s sombre mood and, with his usual easy stride, walked over and placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Jake, you learn as you get older—life’s a marathon, not a sprint,” Mustard said, his voice warm and comforting, cutting through the cool evening air. “You’re young and eager, I can see that. But remember, there’s a rhythm to it all. There’ll be moments full of laughter, times when everything falls into place, but there’ll also be days when the heart feels heavy and the road seems longer than it should.”

He gave Jake’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “It’s alright to take your time, lad, to find your own pace. The path you’re on—it’s not just about where you’re headed, but about the journey itself, and all the experiences you gather along the way.”

His eyes twinkled, reflecting the colours of the evening sky. “Take the good with the bad, and enjoy the time you’ve got. Every step, every challenge, every joyful moment—they’re all part of the journey. They’re what help you grow, not just as a trainer, but as a person.”

Mustard continued, his tone gentle yet firm, “I know you’re eager to find your family, and that’s a noble goal, lad. I respect that. But remember, you can only take it one breath, one step at a time. Trust in your Pokémon, in the bond you’re building with them. That’s where you’ll find your answers.”

Jake nodded; his voice soft. “Thanks, Master Mustard.”

Mustard smiled warmly. “You’re a good lad, Jake. I reckon you understand what it takes better than most.”

At that moment, Trixie, sensing the shift in his mood, flew over from her food with a concerned chirp. Her small, squirrel-like body glided gracefully through the air, membrane wings extended. She landed gently on Jake’s shoulder, nuzzling against his cheek.

Jekyll popped out from his Poké Ball next, looking up at Jake. “Kyuu!” Jekyll said, tilting his head as he tugged on Jake’s trouser leg. Probably saying something like, “Who should I destroy to help you?”

Following closely, Arthrox literally rolled out of his Poké Ball, his antennae twitching as he picked up on the subtle changes in Jake’s mood. Arthrox settled beside Jake’s other leg, offering a silent, steady presence.

Mustard watched the scene with a chuckle. “See, lad, your Pokémon know you—sometimes better than you know yourself. They’re attuned to your feelings, your thoughts. Being together with them—that’s where you’ll find your answers, discover your path, and eventually, reach your destination.”

“Thanks, guys,” Jake murmured, reaching up to gently pat Trixie. He felt her soft fur under his fingers as the Emolga chirped happily, her eyes twinkling with affection. He then bent down to Jekyll, giving a careful pat on its head. Jekyll responded with a soft, contented “Kyu.” Finally, he reached out to Arthrox, stroking the Venipede’s segmented back, and was met with a low “Veni.”

Turning to Mustard, Jake said sincerely, “Thank you, Master Mustard. Your words mean a lot.”

Mustard nodded, a warm smile on his face. Then, with his usual joviality returning, he clapped his hands together and announced, “Alright, enough of this heavy talk! All this chatting with you youngsters is making me hungry. Let’s eat!”

The evening progressed as the campers, including Master Mustard, settled around the campfire, enjoying the meal and the comfort of each other’s company. The atmosphere was light, filled with laughter and the sharing of stories. Jake found himself talking to Jab and Bab, who, despite their lack of success in the mushroom hunt, seemed surprisingly at ease with the outcome.

“So, you guys don’t seem too bothered about not being trainers,” Jake remarked.

Jab, with his usual flair, replied, "Oh, Jake, the world of Pokémon battling is exciting and all, but we've got bigger plans."

Bab chimed in, "Yeah, we're thinking media, you know? Reporting on Pokémon battles, doing commentary. Imagine us as the voices of the Pokémon League!"

Jake raised his eyebrows, impressed. "That's actually pretty cool. You guys seem to have it all figured out."

Jab winked. "Always got a plan, Jake. And who knows, maybe we'll be commentating on one of your future battles!"

As the night wore on, Ciara remained distant, staying on the periphery of the gathering. Siobhan, however, returned to sit by Jake, giving him an impressed look. "You've got a way with Pokémon, Jake. It's really something."

Jake just smiled, feeling a sense of contentment as the night enveloped the camp.

The next morning dawned bright and clear. The campers, including Mustard, were up early, packing their gear and preparing for the journey back to Applinby. The trail was alive with the sounds of the morning—birds chirping and the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

They walked in a relaxed formation, the mood light and easy. Mustard led the way, while Jake found himself amidst a lively conversation with Siobhan, Jab, and Bab. Ciara, though keeping her distance, seemed to be listening in.

Siobhan, brimming with excitement, suddenly brought up the upcoming weekend. "Can you believe it’s already time for the Champions Cup final?" she exclaimed.

Jake blinked in surprise. "Champions Cup? What’s that?"

Siobhan, Jab, and Bab stopped in their tracks, turning to Jake with shock on their faces. "You don’t know about the Champions Cup?" Siobhan asked, her eyes wide. "It’s only the biggest Pokémon battle event in Galar! The final of this year’s tournament is happening."

Ciara, now a few steps closer, added coolly, "I just want to know who I’ll eventually have to beat."

Jab, with his characteristic grin, boasted, "And guess who’ll be doing the local commentary?”

Bab chimed in. “That’s right, us!"

Jake raised an eyebrow, bemused. "Really? Now that I’ve got to hear."

Siobhan beamed. "You should come watch it at my family’s pub! It’s a great chance to meet some of the locals and really get into the spirit of things."

Jake smiled, nodding in agreement. "Sounds like a plan."

At that moment, Ciara announced, "I’m coming too."

Siobhan smiled warmly at her. "Of course, you’re welcome, C."

Trixie, perched on Jake’s shoulder, chirped a questioning "Emol?" tilting her head cutely toward Siobhan.

Siobhan reached out to hug the Emolga, laughing. "And of course, Trixie, you can come along too!"

Jake, trying to keep up with the revelation, ventured, "So, who’s competing in this final?"

Again, the group looked at him with surprise. "You really don’t know? It’s Leon and Raihan, same as last year," Siobhan replied.

Jake nodded slowly. "Ah, I see. And how does the Galar Pokémon League work exactly?"

Before the group could fall back in shock once more, Ciara surprisingly stepped in. "I didn’t get it either when I first got here," she said, her tone softer than usual. "Galar’s league is unique, different from other regions."

She then proceeded to explain the structure to Jake, who listened intently.

"The Champions Cup," Ciara began, "is the pinnacle of the league. It’s where the top eight trainers from the Major Division compete to determine the champion of the region."

"So, it’s like the grand finale of the whole league?"

"Exactly," Ciara confirmed. "Then there’s the Major Division, which includes major Gym Leaders and some of the very best ace trainers. They compete in a league format, and the top performers get a shot at the Champions Cup."

Jake’s thoughts drifted a little. "So, it’s more than just Gym battles. It’s like a continuous competition."

Ciara smiled, seeming glad that Jake was quick on the uptake. "Right. And beneath that are the various Minor Divisions, going from national all the way down to local level. It’s full of minor Gym Leaders and trainers of all levels. It’s more like a stepping stone for those aiming for the Major Division."

"Those dynamics sound intense," Jake mused, beginning to grasp the concept. "So, there’s promotion and relegation?"

Ciara nodded. "Trainers in the Major Division are always on their toes to avoid relegation, and those in the Minor Divisions all strive for promotion. It’s a cycle of continuous competition, to determine who is the best."

Jake considered the pressure and motivation such a system would instill in trainers. "And this sponsorship system?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"All trainers need a sponsor," Siobhan chimed in. "It could be a city, a town, an individual, or an organization. Sponsors provide resources, support—everything a trainer needs."

"And Gym Leaders?" Jake asked.

"They’re the face of their gyms," Jab jumped in. "Not just that, they can represent their type coalitions and sponsors. Some gyms, especially the ones in the Major Division, have a sort of permanent status due to their history or prestige."

Bab added, "Gyms often have multiple trainers competing under their banner. Contrary to popular belief, the Gym Leader doesn’t always have to be the strongest trainer, though they usually are. They’re responsible for managing their gym and trainers."

Jake found this kind of familiar. "This is almost like the most popular sport back home," he thought. "But it seems... more fluid here, with gyms kind of resembling clubs, but not completely. The independent trainers with proper sponsorship must make things interesting."

Curious, he asked, "So, who sponsors Leon and Raihan?"

Siobhan answered this one, "Leon is sponsored by both the town of Wedgehurst and by Professor Magnolia herself."

Ciara then chimed in, "Raihan is the Gym Leader of Hammerlocke, known as the Dragon Gym. It’s usually considered the strongest gym in the region."

Jab interjected with a chuckle, "Until Leon came along, that is."

The Galar Pokémon League reminded Jake of the professional sports organizations back in his own country. The structure, the competition, the sponsorship—it all resonated with a familiar ring yet held its own unique charm within the Pokémon world.

He felt a slight weight on his shoulder and turned to see Trixie, who had managed to wriggle away from Siobhan and find her way back to him. She looked up at him with a curious, excited expression in her large, expressive eyes.

"What do you think of all this, Trixie?" Jake asked, amused.

"Emol, emol," Trixie chirped enthusiastically, “I didn’t understand much, but it sounds like fun!”

Jake couldn’t help but laugh, then asked her playfully, "Do you want to be a champion too?"

Trixie puffed herself up. “Emolga!” she chirped assertively, as if declaring, "It's only natural I will be!"

Jake grinned at her. "Well, then, we’ll give it a try together," he said with a nod.

They continued their journey towards the town, passing the now familiar herd of Bouffalant. Symington, still donning his wide hat, stood by as always, giving them a nod of acknowledgement as they passed the low wooden gate into the Fields of Honor.

The trainers made their way through the streets of Applinby, a quaint coastal town alive with the sounds of morning chatter and laughter. Wingull circled overhead, their cries blending with the hum of the town. The streets bustled with people of all ages, many accompanied by pet Pokémon.

One thing that struck Jake was the absence of cars. Everyone moved about on foot, creating a sense of community and closeness. He noticed tractors in the farms on the outskirts of the town, but within Applinby itself, it was all pedestrian.

It quickly became evident just how much Master Mustard was revered here. People of all ages stopped to greet him, offering warm smiles and respectful nods. Mustard, in turn, responded with genuine delight, taking the time to exchange a few words with each person. His love for this place and its people was unmistakable, and Jake could see how much Mustard meant to the community.

They reached the Master Dojo, situated atop a gentle hill overlooking Applinby. The courtyard was already bustling with activity. A small deck had been set up, resembling an award ceremony stage. Jake noticed other students, younger ones, all in the trademark yellow gi of the dojo, ranging from about eight to thirteen years old. There were only eight of them, likely more local kids from the town. They bowed respectfully to Honey, who was standing on the deck, before taking their places to the side of the courtyard to observe the proceedings.

Honey, with her characteristic grace, presided over the gathering. She seemed to radiate a sense of warmth and authority, perfectly embodying the role of the dojo’s matron.

Honey gracefully descended from the deck, carrying a tray of refreshments. She approached each of the newly arrived students, including Jake, offering a drink with a warm smile. "Well done, each of you, for your hard work out in the Wild Area," she praised.

Jake accepted the refreshment gratefully, feeling a sense of relief. The other students seemed to echo his sentiments, their faces lighting up with appreciation.

Once everyone had settled their drinks, they lined up in front of the deck. With arms crossed behind their backs, Honey and Mustard took their places on the deck, ready to begin the results ceremony.

"Welcome back to our dojo, everyone!" Honey said cheerfully. "Taking on the trial for the first time is no small feat." She paused briefly. "Now, let's recap the objectives of the trial. First, to find and retrieve the Max Mushrooms in the Forest of Focus." Her voice was clear and precise. "Second, to survive practically in the Wild Area. And third, to learn how to safely interact with wild Pokémon and treat them with respect."

Honey paused again, her eyes scanning the students for any uncertainty. Then she added seriously, "The third objective is non-negotiable. Anyone who doesn't meet this requirement will be expelled and must complete a remedial course before returning."

Mustard, standing beside her with a jovial expression, seemed to lighten the mood, particularly for the younger students.

Honey continued, "For those who achieve just the third objective, you'll earn an Orange belt. If you manage the second objective too, a Red belt awaits. And for those who complete all three objectives, including finding a Max Mushroom, a Mustard Yellow belt and a special prize will be yours!"

Jake glanced at the younger students, realising that Honey’s words were more for their benefit than for his group's. Most of the young trainers seemed curious about the ceremony, though a few of the youngest struggled to keep their focus, looking a bit bored. Jake smirked, reminded of the endless ceremonies from his own school days.

Honey then began announcing the results. "Bab, come forward." Bab stepped up to the deck, and Honey smiled warmly. "For successfully meeting the second objective, you are awarded a Red belt." Bab accepted the belt with a cheerful grin. The younger students clapped politely, though not overly enthusiastically.

Next was Jab, who also received a Red belt. His reaction was much like Bab's—a mix of happiness and pride. The applause continued, polite but restrained.

"Siobhan, come forward." The girl, with her bright orange hair glowing in the sunlight and her green eyes showing both nervousness and excitement, walked up to the deck. Her steps were tentative, shyness evident, but she still held a sense of pride. The applause that followed was warmer, more spirited. "Siobhan, for completing all three objectives, you are awarded a Mustard Yellow belt," Honey announced with a proud smile.

Honey then revealed the special prize. "Thanks to some of my old connections in Johto, this year's special prize is a different to our usual fare," she said, holding up a Pokéball.

Jake felt a jolt of excitement mixed with anticipation. He knew from the games the significance of receiving a Pokémon from Honey. Siobhan received her Pokéball, her face lighting up with surprise and delight, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. The younger students watched in awe, their eyes wide with wonder. They certainly weren’t bored now.

Siobhan timidly pressed the button on the Pokéball, which opened with a soft glow, releasing the Pokémon inside. A small, leaf-green creature materialized, standing on four tiny legs. Large, round eyes sparkled with curiosity and joy. A single leaf protruded from the top of its head, swaying gently as if moving to an unseen breeze. The creature’s skin had a smooth, almost velvety texture, and its small mouth curved into what seemed like a cheerful smile.

Jake watched, his eyes widening in recognition and amazement. "Is that... a Chikorita?" he whispered to himself, hardly believing his eyes.

Siobhan, overwhelmed with joy, gently picked up the Chikorita, cradling it in her arms. The Pokémon nuzzled against her, emitting soft “Chika!” clearly very happy to be cuddled. The connection between them seemed instant. Siobhan’s face flushed with joy, her eyes shining with uncontained adoration for her new companion.

As she returned to her place in line, Jake congratulated her, "That’s an amazing partner you’ve got there, Siobhan!"

She beamed at him; her smile radiant. "Thank you, Jake! I can’t believe it!"

Jake watched her with a smile, his heart filled with excitement about what awaited him. If Siobhan had received a Chikorita, he now knew what the pattern would be—the only question was which one he would receive.

Honey's voice rang out clearly, "Ciara, please come forward." With her composed and disciplined posture, Ciara stepped up to receive her accolades. Again, she was awarded the Mustard Yellow belt. Honey then handed her a Pokéball, similar to the one given to Siobhan.

Unlike Siobhan, however, Ciara didn’t reveal what Pokémon lay inside the Pokéball. Instead, she held it with a sense of satisfaction, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she returned to her place in line.

Siobhan leaned toward her and whispered, "Why didn’t you show us your Pokémon?"

Ciara glanced briefly at Jake before replying in a short, matter-of-fact tone, "Strategic advantage."

Jake rolled his eyes at that. It would soon become obvious what Pokémon she had received, given the pattern established by Honey's gifts. However, he supposed Ciara might not be aware of that.

He heard Honey call his name and stepped forward, noting the younger students' lack of initial reaction. Their attention, however, was quickly grabbed by Trixie, still perched on his shoulder. Trixie stood up grandly, holding her paws up as if she were the one being awarded. Jake just grinned at her. “Emol,” she chirped, turning around like a champion fighter, basking in the adulation of her adoring fans.

As Jake approached Honey, he saw her smiling warmly at him, and even Mustard was chuckling heartily at Trixie’s performance. Jake stood there, half-amused and half-resigned. "This could be the story of my life in this world," he thought, "Trixie taking all the credit." But he didn’t mind; after all, she deserved it after her role in this trial.

"Jake, you are awarded the Mustard Yellow belt," Honey announced, handing it to him. He wrapped it around his waist, feeling a sense of delight.

Next, Honey presented him with his special prize—a Pokéball. It felt warm in his hand, and as he held it, Jake knew exactly what Pokémon it contained.

Jake's fingers trembled slightly as he held the Pokéball, the warmth from it seeping into his palm. He gently pressed the button, and the Pokéball sprung open. A burst of light emanated from within, taking shape on the ground in front of him.

As the light faded, a small creature was revealed. Its sleek, smooth body was a deep navy, almost black, with a light underbelly. Three spots along its back flickered with flames, suddenly bursting forth and illuminating the creature’s silhouette. Thin, narrow eyes turned to gaze up at Jake with curiosity, a small nose twitching as its tiny feet shuffled on the ground.

For a moment, the world around Jake seemed to stand still, the only sound the soft, faint sea breeze. The creature turned to face him fully, eyes locking with his. In that instant, it let out its soft, distinct cry, "Cynda, quil!”