Discussion: https://pokecharms.com/threads/trainer-phobia-discussion.25107/
It was early in the morning and dawn had just unfolded a gentle blanket of light in Galar's Wild Area. The day was just beginning and diurnal wild Pokemon were starting to wake up. However, to the southeast lies a section of the area known as Giant's Seat, and there, a bit of commotion was echoing through the silence of the day. It would become even more clear within an audible radius that spread to the reaches of the North and South Lake Miloch. Upon closer inspection, it sounded like unified shouting, containing a mixture of human and Pokemon voices.
On the eastern shore of the long southern lake, accompanied by nothing but a small tree to the right and the view of the higher cliff ahead, a humble quintet had gathered alongside the water, standing side-by-side with several feet separating each other. In the center of the group was Toby Hato, a young boy living in the wild area with his four beloved Pokemon, a Hitmontop, Raichu, Gengar, and his best friend, a Dragonite wearing a purple scarf named Lavender. All five of them were happily working out together, in the middle of a routine series of Karate moves Toby had learned from his grandfather. Deep into their kata they went, synchronizing movements through every punch and kick they threw at the air. Even the Gengar and Dragonite were keeping up flawlessly, despite being Pokemon not normally associated with martial artists. The whole group seemed to be at peace as they went on, calm and content expressions on their faces. The lake was their witness as they were nearing the end of their workout.
"Hyah!!" The brown human had spun to face the water, swinging his bare right foot into a swift roundhouse kick.
The kiais of his Pokemon followed as they mirrored the exact same movement. One would be surprised that the Hitmontop wasn't the only one to show such precision with such a kick. It was as if they all have done this multiple times and muscle memory had nested in their bodies. Finally, Toby and his Pokemon set their feet onto the soft grass, crossed their arms over their chest for one brief moment before resting their fists, paws, and claws at their sides. A simultaneous sigh of relief was released. Their workout was over and it was finally time to rest. Toby moved an arm to brush a slight bit of sweat off of his forehead and bangs before giving a light smile towards his Pokemon.
"Okay, let's rest now," The boy suggests. "Lavy and I will go to Bridge Field to get some special berries for breakfast. Topster, keep an eye on everyone while we're gone."
The Hitmontop chimed in with a chipper response. To anyone else, it will just be the common instance of a Pokemon saying its own name. However, what Toby heard was...
"(Will do!)"
Toby nodded, upstanding completely. No, Topster didn't possess human speech as if it was a Mythical Pokemon with telepathy. The young boy had spent most of his life around wild Pokemon, under his grandfather's watchful eye, that actually developed a bond with them and gained the rare ability to understand Pokemon speech. He could talk to Pokemon as if he was one of them. Such as bond has translated to his own four, treasured Pokemon friends, leading to a closer level of understanding among each other.
"(Bring back plenty of yummy Sitrus berries!)" Spark, the Raichu, spoke up with great enthusiasm.
Toby had knelt down to pet the mouse Pokemon right on the head, answering. "Of course. I'll keep an out."
Toby stood up and walked over to the tree, slightly north of his current position. Underneath the canopy was a pair of black sandals, which he promptly slipped over the soles of his feet. As the morning sun bestowed more light onto the scene, a gentle breeze flowed through the tree leaves. The rustling seemed to put the young soul at ease while the cooling wind brushed over his arms that poked out of the upper orifices of his white tank top and made the ends of his black sweatpants flutter. It was as if nature, itself, was blessing his foraging outing. He reached down to pick up a black foraging sack he placed near the trunk of the tree before finally walking over to his Dragonite, giving her a pat on the left arm.
"Let's go, Lavy."
Lavender followed behind Toby without hesitation as the two of them traveled north, leaving his other three Pokemon to look after the dojo. He didn't exactly keep his Pokemon in Pokeballs like trainers normally do so he merely had his partner walk alongside him, preparing to leave the Giant's Seat behind. Though Lavy could've easily flown the two over, they often would take the scenic route, unless they were in a hurry. Besides, Toby had already befriended most of the wild Pokemon that would normally chase after unsuspecting trainers so the two of them could travel with peace of mind. As long as they didn't run into any trainers...
It was early in the morning and dawn had just unfolded a gentle blanket of light in Galar's Wild Area. The day was just beginning and diurnal wild Pokemon were starting to wake up. However, to the southeast lies a section of the area known as Giant's Seat, and there, a bit of commotion was echoing through the silence of the day. It would become even more clear within an audible radius that spread to the reaches of the North and South Lake Miloch. Upon closer inspection, it sounded like unified shouting, containing a mixture of human and Pokemon voices.
On the eastern shore of the long southern lake, accompanied by nothing but a small tree to the right and the view of the higher cliff ahead, a humble quintet had gathered alongside the water, standing side-by-side with several feet separating each other. In the center of the group was Toby Hato, a young boy living in the wild area with his four beloved Pokemon, a Hitmontop, Raichu, Gengar, and his best friend, a Dragonite wearing a purple scarf named Lavender. All five of them were happily working out together, in the middle of a routine series of Karate moves Toby had learned from his grandfather. Deep into their kata they went, synchronizing movements through every punch and kick they threw at the air. Even the Gengar and Dragonite were keeping up flawlessly, despite being Pokemon not normally associated with martial artists. The whole group seemed to be at peace as they went on, calm and content expressions on their faces. The lake was their witness as they were nearing the end of their workout.
"Hyah!!" The brown human had spun to face the water, swinging his bare right foot into a swift roundhouse kick.
The kiais of his Pokemon followed as they mirrored the exact same movement. One would be surprised that the Hitmontop wasn't the only one to show such precision with such a kick. It was as if they all have done this multiple times and muscle memory had nested in their bodies. Finally, Toby and his Pokemon set their feet onto the soft grass, crossed their arms over their chest for one brief moment before resting their fists, paws, and claws at their sides. A simultaneous sigh of relief was released. Their workout was over and it was finally time to rest. Toby moved an arm to brush a slight bit of sweat off of his forehead and bangs before giving a light smile towards his Pokemon.
"Okay, let's rest now," The boy suggests. "Lavy and I will go to Bridge Field to get some special berries for breakfast. Topster, keep an eye on everyone while we're gone."
The Hitmontop chimed in with a chipper response. To anyone else, it will just be the common instance of a Pokemon saying its own name. However, what Toby heard was...
"(Will do!)"
Toby nodded, upstanding completely. No, Topster didn't possess human speech as if it was a Mythical Pokemon with telepathy. The young boy had spent most of his life around wild Pokemon, under his grandfather's watchful eye, that actually developed a bond with them and gained the rare ability to understand Pokemon speech. He could talk to Pokemon as if he was one of them. Such as bond has translated to his own four, treasured Pokemon friends, leading to a closer level of understanding among each other.
"(Bring back plenty of yummy Sitrus berries!)" Spark, the Raichu, spoke up with great enthusiasm.
Toby had knelt down to pet the mouse Pokemon right on the head, answering. "Of course. I'll keep an out."
Toby stood up and walked over to the tree, slightly north of his current position. Underneath the canopy was a pair of black sandals, which he promptly slipped over the soles of his feet. As the morning sun bestowed more light onto the scene, a gentle breeze flowed through the tree leaves. The rustling seemed to put the young soul at ease while the cooling wind brushed over his arms that poked out of the upper orifices of his white tank top and made the ends of his black sweatpants flutter. It was as if nature, itself, was blessing his foraging outing. He reached down to pick up a black foraging sack he placed near the trunk of the tree before finally walking over to his Dragonite, giving her a pat on the left arm.
"Let's go, Lavy."
Lavender followed behind Toby without hesitation as the two of them traveled north, leaving his other three Pokemon to look after the dojo. He didn't exactly keep his Pokemon in Pokeballs like trainers normally do so he merely had his partner walk alongside him, preparing to leave the Giant's Seat behind. Though Lavy could've easily flown the two over, they often would take the scenic route, unless they were in a hurry. Besides, Toby had already befriended most of the wild Pokemon that would normally chase after unsuspecting trainers so the two of them could travel with peace of mind. As long as they didn't run into any trainers...
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