Reginald Valerias
Date: June 2
Location: Tangelo Island Pond near Pokemon Center, Orange Archipelago
Pokemon Team: Emeric the Shiny Haunter, Elvira the Munna, Bob the Shedinja, Large Marge the Drifloon, Missy the Misdreavus, Jones the Frillish, Legion the White-Striped Basculin
WCS Rank: 72,758
Interactions: Briar Hightower (ThAtGuY101), Adrianne Silvers (Godjacob)
Reggie listened to Adrianne. He didn't know how she could be so happy or optimistic about losing. But, she was right. He sighed and nodded. Without failure, there was no learning. Hey, she even approved of the nickname. He gave Adrianne a sort of sad smile before having left the Pokemon Center. He noted Aster spinning into the sand, humming to himself before looking at Briar.
"Hm? Demonstration, but if the recoil really only works if the Pokemon lands a hit on another Pokemon, then I guess a battle where we're only focusing on teaching." He looked down to see Baba had wanted something. He pulled out another bandaid and gave it to her, walking until he was beside Basculin's spot in the water. "So, Legion." The Basculin looked at him. "Take Down is just like Tackle, just stronger because you're using more energy to the point where making contact hurts. It's a reckless move, so don't bother honing it. It's supposed to be crude." With that information, Legion nodded and watched the Smeargle, waiting for her to show it off.
"Alright, we're ready, Briar."
Akira
Date: June 19; 1 month prior
Location: Route 216 - Snowbound Lodge, Sinnoh
Pokemon Team: Mamoswine, Bastiodon, Chandelure, Chesnaught, Toxapex, Goodra
Interactions: Gwen Tucker (IDKWhatUserNameToDo)
Well, apparently she didn't want hot chocolate. She was much too invested in her story. Hearing that there were Team Galactic grunts in Eterna Forest was a bit concerning, but if Ron helped her...
Well, now that Ron wasn't a problem, he had another problem to worry about. She seemed rather new to journeying, so she must have just started. He chuckled, though. finding her story a bit funny. "Aye, ya got spirit. Don't ever lose that, no matter how tough things get. It'll get better." Seeing her Pokemon were eating and seem tired, at least to him, he hummed a bit. "Did he now? That's pretty cool. All of your Pokemon are going to be pretty reliable, but not if they look so tired." He laughed a little. "Once you're done, go hop in your room. We'll see you tomorrow. Got any questions for me before ye shove off?" He asked, amusement and inquiry in his eyes.
Lyra the Hex Maniac
Date: July 18
Location: National Park, Johto
Pokemon Team: Pearl the Misdreavus, ???, Lucky the ??? (Whereabouts unknown)
Battling: Gwen Tucker and Ozzy the Deino (IDKWhatUserNameToDo) vs Pearl the Misdreavus
Interactions: Ron Towers (Hecotoro)
Dark did resist Ghost-Type attacks, but Night Shade was special in that the only thing in the type chart that applied to this attack was not being able to affect Normal-Types. Its power was based on the battle experience of the user. However, this Yamask didn't have as much battle experience as Ozzy, so it still didn't do a whole lot.
The rocks from the Rock Tomb stood between the Yamask and the Deino. So, Lyra tried to be sneaky. She quickly switched out her Pokemon for Pearl, the Misdreavus disappearing through the rocks to use Icy Wind. However, the Deino's closeness and Bite was so close she tried to rush back through the rock wall, only to be bit. She let out a screech, only to turn and fire off an Icy Wind to cool off the Deino.
Cole Forrest
Date: August 2
Location: Turffield Stadium Lobby, Galar
Pokemon Team
On Hand: Thwackey, Croconaw, Rookidee -> Corvisquire, Galarian Meowth, Stufful, Trubbish
In Storage: Magikarp, Pancham
WCS Rank: 75,432
Interactions: Wilford Pine (sSoul)
Giving himself some reprieve in the dusty space in between the two pens, he sent out his Pokémon. His Trubbish practically deflated, his Stufful and Croconaw looked a bit green in the face, them both and his Galarian Meowth were panting. Meanwhile, Thwackey and Rookidee were full of energy. After making the Trubbish eat the Revival Herb, spraying down his Stufful and Croconaw with an Antidote each, and then spraying them and his Meowth down with a Potion each, he returned his Pokémon. They were all healthy, with Trubbish really hating that herb stuff and wishing he didn’t have to have it anymore. But Cole didn’t want to fight a stronger Milo with his pants down.
This was also more of a publicity stunt. Doing this out here where the cameras were on him showed he at least knew how to care for his Pokémon. That at least shut those up who thought he just abused his Pokémon.
Crossing another god awful bridge (and subsequently wishing whoever painted these walls this color be drowned in this green moat) and climbing a set of steps to step up onto the platform, the green circular door with lights all around the frame shining light on the leaf of Turffield was now in front of him. Steam blew from the pipes on the sides of the platform, as he turned around and saw a camera Rotom taking his picture. He raised an eyebrow, then the door opened. He walked through the dark tunnel, seeing the battlefield just up ahead.
And the glorious crowd who hated him.
As he walked out, so did Milo from the other side of the field. The crowd was equal parts booing for Cole and cheering for Milo, which had Cole chuckling. As they approached each other on the turf and the lights shone on them in all directions, the two finally met at the middle of the Pokéball, each person standing on either side.
Despite the solemn seriousness in those green eyes, the peach-haired gym leader held a polite smile. Rocking spinning holsters on each thigh holding three PokeBalls each, he idly pushed one against his thigh and let it slowly rotate.
“I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to finish the gym challenge, Turffieldian.” He smiled wider, which only caused Cole to grimace. Was he trying to get him mad? “Proper job. While you seem to understand Pokémon real well, it’s very rare for a challenger to request a stronger fight for their first gym badge. I will be frank with you. I think you’re making a mistake. You trying to prove something?”
Cole, 134 glowing bright on his otherwise darker attire, smirked. “I didn’t think you’d care about someone like me, Milo. Making sure I don’t destroy my ego to all of these lovely fans of yours?” He gestured broadly outwards, the audience intermittently cheering or booing, but having grown silent for the most part. “Besides, I’m giving them all a chance to be proven right about me, by giving you more leeway.”
Milo chuckled. “Hm, a more selfless path taken. I honestly didn’t see that coming. You’re like a dust storm, unpredictable sometimes.” Milo eyed him, and Cole knew he saw right through him. “Since you want a tougher battle, I’ll give you one. I won’t be holding back as much. Don’t disappoint yourself.” Milo smiled warmly, which only had Cole sneering.
“You’re too nice, Milo.” With that, Milo and Cole turned their backs to each other and walked away from each other, stopping shortly thereafter and turning back around to stare each other down. There was an odd air about Milo this time, one people mostly saw during the Galarian Tournaments in Wyndon or against those with more than half their badges.
The referee came flying down on his Aegislash, while Rotom and Magnemite cameras flitted about and displayed the match on the screens just like they did before with his gym mission.
“134 versus 831! Challenger Cole’s handicapped gym match will be a 6-on-4 battle against Gym Leader Milo. The challenger is allowed to freely switch Pokémon six times, the Gym Leader is not allowed to switch freely.” A pause, and there was a low rumbling in the crowd.
“Trainers… Begin!”
Milo went first, swiping a Pokéball from his now spinning holster and sending out a pink cherry with stubby feet, a green stem connecting to a secondary, smaller cherry with eternally closed eyes. Spying the Cherubi with an unamused expression, Cole spun the slots in the circular Pokéball holder, thinking on who to send out first. Trubbish would be too easy, but it did have Toxic Spikes. He needed to set up, or else this forever Grassy Terrain-Sunny Day combo was going to suck. He finally decided and sent out his Trash Bag Pokémon, the Trubbish timidly looking back at Cole before seeing that the opponent in front of him was just a cherry.
Man, he was starting to get hungry…
“Grassy Terrain and Sunny Day!” Milo said with a smile, making Cole die on the inside.
“Toxic Spikes, two layers.” Cole said rather nonchalantly. While the Cherubi spread healing grass throughout the field and made the sunlight harsher, the Trubbish threw down two layers of purple, poisonous spikes.
“Growth!” Cole’s eyes widened as the Cherubi grew a bit larger, but it seemed to have a small power boost from the Grassy Terrain, as well. He wasn’t going to get swept by a
fucking cherry!
“Clear Smog!” The Trubbish spewed out a cloudy, white haze that drifted towards the Cherubi, but the Cherubi simply sidestepped and ran quickly, the sun boosting its movements.
“Weather Ball!” The Cherubi jumped up a little, creating a sphere above that immediately caught on fire before firing it at the squealing Trubbish. It was a direct hit, and Cole realized that if the Cherubi was primarily a special user, Aftermath wouldn’t affect it.
Clicking his tongue, he returned the Trubbish, the referee announcing he was using his first out of six switches. With a determined grimace, he sent out his next Pokémon, the Flailing Pokémon looking around for her opponent. Upon seeing the Cherubi, her eyes narrowed. Milo seemed to be giving Cole the first move, so he took it. “Roll.” Stufful rolled tight into a ball, using Defense Curl as the Cherubi readied another Weather Ball.
Seeing the fiery ball being made, he yelled at his Stufful, a grin on his face. “I don’t care if it burns, use Rollout!” As Stufful charged ahead, she was hit with the Fire-Type Weather ball. She squealed in pain and her body was dangerously overheating, but she kept going, turning into a fiery Rollout. The Cherubi squealed and tried to make a run for it, her speed nearly outrunning the Stufful. The Cherubi knew jumping over it was probably a bad idea, but she stopped to do so anyway as it might disrupt the Stufful’s charge.
“Jump!”
With a kick of her legs, Stufful jumped up as she did so, tackling the Cherubi in the air with fire still clinging to her body, singing her extremely fluffy fur. The Cherubi cried out and the Stufful landed a bit away from it. “Defense Curl!” Stufful looked back and sighed, not liking this one bit, but she was going to use the stubborn fire that clung to her. She dove and rolled on top of the Cherubi, holding onto her and trapping her within her burning, fiery body.
Milo’s eyes widened and Cole only stood there with a snicker. Both of their Pokémon were now burning, and the slight elevation from being held kept the Cherubi from being healed by the Grassy Terrain, which disappeared. “Draining Kiss!” The Cherubi heard and tried to use the move, but the Stufful denied her. The move tried sapping her of her energy, which succeeded partially until she was interrupted with a white, glowing fist to the face from Strength.
Seeing Milo’s fist clench from afar and hearing that some of the crowd was getting probably traumatized by the horrific screeching of the burning Cherubi, he made his command. “Let go.”
Stufful rolled off quickly, surprised Cole gave mercy. However, due to her lingering burns, the Stufful collapsed. As soon as she did, the Cherubi let out a last ditch move before collapsing from the burns. She let loose a Sunny Day, then was returned. Milo gave the Cherubi’s Pokéball a soft smile before putting her on the rotating clips, grabbing his next Pokemon and sending it out. A brown, small humanoid with a leaf on his head appeared, the Nuzleaf watching for Cole’s next Pokémon warily. His feet hit the Toxic Spikes though, and he was growing rather ill, his face absolutely green.
Cole sent out his next Pokémon, the Trubbish from earlier.
“Fake Out!” Before Cole had time to command, the Nuzleaf was on the Trubbish with a flinching shockwave, making the timid garbage bag flinch and cry out in terror and pain. “Extrasensory!” The Nuzleaf held out his hands and his leaf and eyes glowed with a pink psychic energy that pulsed out in waves, making the Trubbish cry out in pain.
“Amnesia!” The Trubbish tried forgetting the pain, forgetting the things that were hurting him, and he managed to fight through the pain to increase his Special Defenses. He was so close to fainting then. Cole knew he didn’t have time to set up a Stockpile to use Swallow, so he had his Pokémon do the next best thing. “Sludge!” The Trubbish sprayed a point-blank purple ooze at the Nuzleaf, but he stepped out of the way with a quick sidestep dodge. The Trubbish, not wanting to get hurt again, tried it again to put pressure on the Nuzleaf.
“Rollout!” The Nuzleaf curled into a ball and rolled into the Trubbish, the garbage bag crying out and exploding with the use of Aftermath. The Nuzleaf cried out, being blasted back by the attack. Cole returned his Trubbish then, clicking in annoyance. He glared at the ball that held the Trubbish, then sent out his next Pokémon. The Galarian Meowth snarled, then smacked his hands together to create that shockwave with Fake Out, making the Nuzleaf cringe from the hit running up his spine.
“Swagger.” The Meowth yelled something and wagged his body, his move causing the Nuzleaf to get so angry that it grew confused.
Cole was glad Milo wasn’t the talking type in terms of making a scene during a fight. He wasn’t so sure about the other gym leaders, but he was at least glad Milo was kind enough to be professional, even if he was disliked by the gym leader.
“Beat Up!” The confused Nuzleaf managed to attack through the dizzying, double vision, sending black shapes that resembled Milo’s two other Pokémon to attack the Meowth. The Dark-Type attack hit those two times. Of the shapes, Cole not only recognized the Eldegoss’s shape, but that of a Steenee. The Meowth screeched, scratching at the dark shapes that came his way, but it didn’t do a thing to the now dissipating shapes. Before the sun’s harsh light had a chance to die out, the Nuzleaf attempted to bask in its light.
“Synthesis.” The Nuzleaf glowed in the light, fighting through the confusion and healing himself, but the toxicity he was dealing with was only ramping up even higher. He looked sicker by the second.
Cole knew it only had a couple rounds of moves left in it. “Metal Claw!” The Meowth’s claws shone with a metallic sheen before blitzing forward.
“Razor Leaf!” The Nuzleaf’s leaf glowed and he swiped it, sending a flurry of leaves towards the rushing Meowth, who clawed some of them aside but cried out when one dug into his shoulder. A critical hit. Regardless, he smashed his metallic claws into the Nuzleaf, sending it back as it sprawled out onto the floor.
Nuzleaf was now unable to battle, and Milo returned it. He sent out his next Pokémon, being the shadow of the one he recognized earlier. The humanoid magenta and white fruit with a huge green calyx stood there on her tiptoes. Milo was grinning wider now, the mere sight making Cole’s cheeks pale. Even as the Steenee got sick from the double layers of Toxic Spikes, she didn’t seem too fazed.
“Low Sweep!” The Steenee charged and swept her glowing legs under the Meowth, catching the Steel-Type by surprised and slamming into his legs and sending him somersaulting in the air before crashing onto the ground, knocked out.
Versatile… Cole thought to himself, his gaze a furrowed, concentrated look as he returned his Meowth. Even his better fighting Pokémon was having issues with this Pokémon. If he wasn’t careful, this Steenee was going to sweep through his team.
He sent out his next Pokémon, the newly-evolved Thwackey. He didn’t smack the ground like Wilford’s, but simply pulled out the one stick from his rolled up leaf and watched the Steenee warily.
“Fake Out!” Yet another clap of the hands, and the Steenee cringed, taking a couple steps back from the shockwave.
“Taunt!” Wanting to prevent the Steenee from using any status moves, the Thwackey taunted with the Steenee with a ‘come hither’ gesture of his hand. It glowed, but it had no effect on Steenee. Milo laughed.
“Ah-hah, quite the Oblivious one, isn’t she?”
That bastard…
He wasted a move, but at least he knew Steenee couldn’t be taunted. Milo ordered next. “Reflect!” Cole’s face twitched upon seeing the screening move glowing over the Steenee, halving physical attacks.
“Grass Pledge!” The Thwackey slammed his stick on the ground twice in quick succession, vines sprouting forth to attack the Steenee with a good slap, but the Steenee merely bounced to the side to avoid it.
“Triple Axel!” Cole grimaced at Milo’s command, the Steenee rushing forth with mist covered legs. She spun to the side to feint out the Thwackey, who held up his arms to defend.
“Double Hammer Arm!” As soon as Thwackey turned to face the Steenee, the first kick was already at his face. He tried blocking it, but cried out in pain as the second hit connected and sent him backwards. The third kick came in close, her body spinning as her leg was pointed towards the air before slamming down.
Finally, Thwackey had charged up the Double Hit, his arms glowing a bright orange as he slammed away the third kick and smashed his other arm against her side, sending her crashing to the ground and rolling away. However, as soon as she hit the ground, she stood back up, albeit with a wince. Thwackey was panting, his body feeling sore from using that Hammer Arm and therefore wasn’t as fast.
That’s right, Steenee weren’t really known for their defenses or stamina, were they?
“Screech, then Knock Off!” Not wanting to use Hammer Arm again to further lower his speed, he instead opted for a move with better accuracy. The Thwackey screeched loudly, the Steenee shivering at the screeching before bouncing on both her feet.
“Bounce!” Right as the Thwackey ran forward with a dark covered stick, the Steenee just dodged as she jumped into the air, her body burning with a sky blue energy.
Concerned, Cole didn’t have an immediate answer to that. “Grass Pledge, cover your top!” The Thwackey attempted to do so, slamming the stick down and sending vines up and around him, but as the Steenee swooped down and twirled with her lance-like legs aiming down, he realized that was a horrendous idea. The Bounce slammed through the vines and into Thwackey’s space, the vines dispersing immediately as the Thwackey was knocked out and pinned down by the Fruit Pokémon’s feet.
Letting out a slightly frustrated sigh, Cole returned him. Did he bite more than he could chew? They were both on their last two Pokémon now. Hell, he didn’t get to have fun with Thwackey’s Overgrow this fight. Rather disappointing.
Knowing the next Pokémon likely wasn’t a good idea to send out anyway, he didn’t care at this point. Anything to slow down this Steenee. “Croconaw!” He sent his gator out, the gator roaring instead of the jovial display she held earlier. That’s when Cole saw the Reflect dissipate from around Steenee.
The Steenee was starting to look extremely unsteady, the poisoning having taken its toll on her, but she wasn’t done yet. “Giga Drain!” Sending out large yellow balls of light, they flew out from her outstretched hands and the Croconaw in her new body wasn’t fast enough to dodge them, her body shivering from the moisture and energy being sapped from her before returning to the Steenee, who sighed with a bit more ease.
“Dragon Dance, Ice Fang!” The Croconaw snapped her jaws with loud, intimidating clacking as she danced about, her form glowing a red and royal blue before she charged forward, her teeth freezing over with ice.
“Zen Headbutt!” Her head shone pink, then charged at the oncoming Croconaw. She ducked down and slammed her glowing head into the Croconaw’s belly first, but the move failed to cause a flinch as the Croconaw’s Ice Fang attack continued and she bit down hard on the Steenee’s calyx. The Grass-Type yelped as the Croconaw clamped her jaw tightly shut and shook her head as if the Steenee was a ragdoll, then throwing her off to the side.
The strength of the Ice Fang proved too much for the Steenee due to the Croconaw’s Sheer Force. She struggled to stand up, but ultimately fell to the floor. She was returned, and that easy-going grin on Milo’s face returned, but it lacked any mirth or warmth.
“Woo boy! We’re not going to be done in that easy! We’re tough as weeds!” Milo sent out his last Pokémon, the cotton puff Pokémon that softly floated just above the ground. However, the Toxic Spikes still landed, making her sick.
Cole clicked his tongue and chuckled, throwing back a remark of his own. “And that’s why you get stronger weed killer.”
“Good luck with that! Come on, Eldegoss! It’s Dynamax time!” Milo then pointed to Cole as he grabbed his Pokéball. “You’re about to be uprooted!” The crowd cheered as he returned his Eldegoss and tossed the ball lightly in his hand as it grew to a larger size from the surging energies of the Dynamax Band. He patted the ball before throwing it up and into the air, the Eldegoss standing over them with clouds hovering above her head and making Cole gulp.
He had never done a Dynamax fight before…
Milo called out once more. “This’ll really leave you in shock and awe. Max Overgrowth!” The Eldegoss fired off seeds towards the Croconaw, and Cole thought of something quick.
“Water Pledge! Blow those seeds up!” The Water-Type attempted to do so, slamming her fists into the ground to send out geysers towards the Eldegoss, only to stop short from the seed that flew right in front of her. However, the seed was far too heavy, and it slammed down on the ground before exploding into a large mushroom, then exploding again, sending a glowing green field of grass to cover the battlefield.
His Croconaw tried her best, but she was ultimately sent flying back to Cole’s feet, and he sighed as he knelt down.
“We’ll need to reevaluate after this fight…” He said softly to his Pokémon, though it held no sympathy nor pity. He returned her, then got his last Pokémon. It had yet to evolve, but he knew she was close. He sent his last Pokémon, the Rookidee staring at the Eldegoss’s size in awe.
“We’re not done yet.” Cole called, recalling the Rookidee back to his ball. “I may not like being a Turffieldian-” He then activated his Dynamax Band and held the slightly cumbersome, growing ball in both hands. “-But I’ll gladly be as stubborn as a weed!” He threw the ball up with some force, the enlarged Rookidee giving out a deep, yet shrill caw at her new size. The same clouds also hovered around her head.
Cole had to think of the Max Moves that were turned, but Milo had called out his attack first. “Max Strike!”
“Max Airstream!”
The two Pokémon glowed, with Eldegoss’s energy surging into the ground and erupting out from under the hovering Rookidee, while the Rookidee flapped her wings and sent a vortex of cutting winds towards the Eldegoss. While the winds picked up and increased her speed, the white energy erupting from below took the buff away, but the Eldegoss was looking a bit worse for wear.
“Max Guard!”
“Max Darkness!”
Cole hoped his attack landed before the shield was put up, but it just wasn’t meant to be. The black energy surging with crimson and a vile purple came from the Rookidee’s outstretched wings, snaking around the Eldegoss and blowing up into a large dark dome, but the shield protected her.
That was the Eldegoss’s last attack, and she shrunk back down to her normal size. Cole had just one move left. Should he go for an attack raise or a speed raise? The decision was decided right as Milo called out his command. “Protect!” From the healing effects of Grassy Terrain (of which Rookidee wasn’t privy to), the Eldegoss might survive this hit.
“Max Airstream!” The Rookidee sent a tornado of bruising winds towards the Eldegoss again, blasting through the Protect with ease and sending her flying back. Surprisingly, she was still up, and Cole clicked his tongue. The Rookidee became her normal size, the wind from the max move circling around the Rookidee and making her faster. That poison was doing wonders though, the Eldegoss looking sicklier by the second.
“Rookidee, Hone Claws, then Tailwind!” The Rookidee cawed and sharpened her talons and focused, then flapped her wings to blow wind that created a draft she was able to use to get faster.
“Magical Leaf!” The leaves - glowing in an opalescent hue - flew out of her dandruff and blew towards the Rookidee. The long distance meant that the Rookidee had time to make both moves, then flap her wings to avoid the attack. However, the leaves flew back around and aimed for her back. The Rookidee immediately took off, her new speed flying her around the battlefield rather quickly to avoid the leaves. With the Rookidee occupied, the Eldegoss made the sunlight harsh with Sunny Day, then her body began glowing with the healing energy similar to the Nuzleaf as the Grassy Terrain disappeared.
“Power Trip!” Surging with the power of the buffs she achieved, the Rookidee banked around and headed straight for the healing Eldegoss, her body cloaked in dark energy as she put her all into this energy.
“Cotton Spore!” The Eldegoss twirled and blasted cotton everywhere, the Rookidee’s body getting clung onto by the cotton and slowing her down, the Magical Leaf finally hitting and making her cry out. The Eldegoss hovered just above the Rookidee, sending down another blast of sharp, rainbow-hued leaves.
“Pluck!” Rookidee’s beak glowed and elongated slightly, and she flew up to jab the enlarged beak into the Eldegoss. She then flapped away, landing on the ground with her wings out and panting. The Eldegoss attempted to stand, and the two Pokémon stared at each other, their bodies weakened.
Finally, the Eldegoss fell over, overtaken by the poison. In a blast of bright light, Rookidee’s form changed and she became a bigger, more appropriately-shaped bird. As a Corvisquire, she cawed in triumph before being returned, Cole’s face holding a satisfactory grin.
Milo was heard speaking, but it didn’t seem to be towards anyone. “The power of Grass has wilted… Incredible…!”
The crowd was in equal parts sitting in upset silence and roaring with excitement to see such a thrilling battle come to a close, the gym leader and his challenger walking towards each other in the center of the field. Milo held out his hand, to which Cole stared at, then took. “That must have been a fulfilling Pokémon battle for you! As proof that you have defeated a Gym Leader for the Gym Challenge, allow me to present you with your very own Grass Badge!” They let go and Milo presented to him a badge with a green leaf on it. As Cole grabbed it, Milo’s words had the young man’s eyes darting up to him. “Good luck, Cole. I hope the path that takes you is a fruitful one.”
“You’re too kind, Milo. That might be a flaw of yours…” He stared at him, seeing Milo’s confusion on that still-smiling face of his. Cole then smiled as he let out a chuckle. “Don’t change. You're more tolerable than the others.” He lazily waved his hand at him as he left back the way he came, the money likely already having been sent to his account with a little extra for completing the challenge. Pulling out the ring for the gym badges, he set the Grass Badge on the bottom right side, letting it click into place. Putting it away, he made his way out and into the locker room to change into his usual nice black jeans and his casual white dress shirt with a black tie not tightened but hanging loosely down his front. Slipping his backpack over his shoulder, he came back out to see Wilford, wondering how he thought of that match.
