I leaned against a fence keeping people from the spring flowers, watching Snivy frolic. I’m glad he’s having fun, but I’m worried about the lack of cocoon Pokemon. How are we supposed to train if everything beats us? I’d hoped it’d never have to come to this, but I opened my bag’s forbidden pocket of despair for a cringe worthy black envelope with angsty white skulls and splashes of blood red labeled “X-treme Emergenciez Only!” I gazed upon the maddening text within that few could withstand. This training method should take an hour or two... or seventeen. Seventeen sounds about right.
A Really Long Time Later
Training’s over for the day. Even with alternative training methods I’d learned from daycare centers, I still think it’s a good idea to visit the Pokemon Center just for a checkup. On the way out I saw that a crowd had gathered around a group of people in gray hoodies crested with a black and white shield with a blue P on it. I remember someone dressed like that in Johto, in the Pokemon Center at Union Cave. I think he was the angriest at the Rocket I tricked into looking ready for a battle before I blew an air horn to make everyone run out to see what was going on. That guy looked like he hated Team Rocket as much as I do, so this may be worth listening to.
Someone in a much more fancy purple and brown robe, probably their leader, paced dramatically while preaching. I think I only missed the first line or two of his speech. “I'm sure most of you believe that we humans and Pokemon are partners that have come to live together because we want and need each other. However... Is that really the truth? Have you ever considered that perhaps we humans... only assume that this is the truth?” Pokemon can survive in the wild without humans fine and with the technology humans have made, I don’t think we need the help of Pokemon... “Pokémon are subject to the selfish commands of Trainers... They get pushed around when they are our ‘partners’ at work... Can anyone say with confidence that there is no truth in what I'm saying?” Kind hearted trainers outnumber heartless ones like Team Rocket by a ton, but they still exist. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, Pokémon are different from humans. They are living beings that contain unknown potential. They are living beings from whom we humans have much to learn. Tell me, what is our responsibility toward these wonderful beings called Pokémon?” I’ve caught 5 Lillipup, not because I really wanted to, but because they were friendly and curious enough to come up to me and wanted to be friends after seeing how I treated Snivy and the other Lillipup. Now that I think about it, I’ve always caught Pokemon then become their friend. Maybe it should be the other way around. “That's right! We must liberate the Pokémon!” Uh... What? Please tell me he’s only thinking of freeing Pokemon from abusive trainers. “Then, and only then, will humans and Pokémon truly be equals.” Humans always have the leader role and most make Pokemon fight. I know Pokemon like fighting, but I’ve never understood that. “Everyone, I end my words here today by imploring you to consider the relationship between people and Pokémon... and the correct way to proceed. We sincerely appreciate your attention.” Everyone looks forward to being a Pokemon Trainer. I looked forward to it so much that I had to find a way that it was possible for me after the... after that time... Snivy tugged at my leg and gave a worried cry.
Why’s the crowd going? Oh, the speech is over. Someone with long green hair stayed behind too for some reason, watching me. He said, “Your Pokémon... Just now, it was saying...” Huh? I thought it was obvious what Snivy meant, but I explained anyway. “He’s probably unnerved by that speech or my reaction. We haven’t been together long enough for me to tell what he’s trying to say.” The guy shook his head. “Oh. Then, you can't hear him... How sad. My name is N.” I know I’m focusing on the wrong thing, but, “Is that your real name?” He said no and I asked him if he’d ever tell me his real name. He said no again, so I asked, “Can I call you Dude? That’s what I've called people that don’t tell me their names.” He agreed, “That is fine.” I nodded. “I’m Climmy and what were you saying about Snivy?” Dude asked Snivy, “Why?” Snivy said a lot and gestured excitedly at me. Dude listened curiously and seemed slightly distressed, as though he couldn’t believe what Snivy was saying... Wait, what? “You understand what he’s saying?” Dude didn’t seem to think it was a big deal. “Yes, I can talk to Pokemon.” He probably means he can just tell the general idea like how a good trainer can understand Pokemon they’ve been with long enough is trying to say, but something about this guy gives me a feeling that that isn’t what he means. “Really? Could you tell me what Snivy said? Word for word to prove you understand everything?” Dude translated, “Don’t leave me. Climmy’s odd but nice. He said his crazy ideas worked before and I want to see how.” Snivy nodded. This is mind blowing! “Those were your exact words...” Snivy nodded again. “Wha... How? Do...” I breathed in. “Dude, that guy said humans and Pokemon aren’t equal, and I can’t help but think that’s true even though we try, but if humans could understand Pokemon that’d change everything! Have you ever asked why Pokemon like battles? I don’t get it, but almost all of them do.” I hope he understood that. I was talking pretty quick. Dude’s expression turned grim. “Making Pokemon fight is cruel.” I nodded. “It’s so easy to see it that way, but all of my Pokemon always laugh that idea off or look at me like I’m crazy, which I am, but for so many different reasons. I’m usually the last person to challenge anyone, but I want you to ask.” Dude pointed in disbelief. “Your shirt says say no to violence!” I admitted, “Yeah, it’d be hypocritical if I was anyone else.”
Snivy hasn’t learned anything useful yet but we’ve been able to beat the weakest of the weak Patrat on Route 1 by doing nothing. The Bold, Modest, Calm, and Timid Patrat still KO all 5 of my Lillipup and nearly KO Snivy before training, but it’s still possible. I think we’re ready for a Trainer.
Dude sent out his Pokemon, a Purrloin, and what followed could be called an epic battle if you stretched the definitions of epic and battle. Snivy was switched in and out so he could take hits without wearing himself out of being able to use Leer and my army of Lillipup took turns facing, switching in and out against, and falling to Dude’s Purrloin who used a random seeming mix of Growl and Scratch. When the fourth Lillipup fell, the fifth charged in, ready for the pain that awaited her and- “How is this better than fighting?!” I explained, “I-” Actually, I realized this was cruel to my Pokemon thought a about my justification. “It’s not. I just... can’t. Even thinking about attacking...” I clutched my stomach. “In other regions I’d find cocoon Pokemon or Magikarp to train against until someone learns Leech Seed or Poison Powder. They’d use Harden or Splash until...” Dude was so baffled that he almost didn’t notice Purloin fainting from Struggling to keep on fighting. I petted the victorious Lillipup before going back to Dude’s question. “And now that we’ve proven pacifism can win, I’d like to scream the worst justification possible. It’s about the principle! But seriously, should we go to the Pokemon center?”
The first thing after healing was telling my Pokemon, “If any of you never want to see me again, run. I’ll release you back to-” Two of them fled out of the front door before I could finish. Don’t blame them. I asked the Lillipup that stayed, “Why did three of you stay? I thought one, maybe two, but three? I... I don’t understand. I’m not complaining, but why? I get that humans are interesting, but am I really interesting enough to be worth it?” I’m pretty sure even a deaf person could’ve translate their yipping to yes. I noted, “I’d say Pokemon are weird, but humans are probably even weirder to them than they are to humans. Snivy, agreeing wouldn’t mean much because I’m weird even by human standards and from what I can tell, so is Dude. I mean that in a good way.” Snivy agreed anyway. “So, what’s with that group giving the speech?” Dude had only gotten to telling me they’re called Team Plasma when I noticed something laying on the pile of magazines that every waiting room needs. “Hang on... They have a brochure? Huh, I thought only hotels and tourist attractions made those.”
That guy’s speech had summed up Team Plasma’s ideals. They’re about liberating Pokemon from trainers for treating them like servants instead of equals and making them fight. If they’re just liberating from cruel trainers, that’s fine, but I suspect they’re more extreme than that. Maybe my influence could help them see Pokemon and people are happier together than apart or direct them to making nature preserves? Hmm... “I’m not entirely sure if I want to join, but can I have a uniform in case I do?” Dude shook his head. “You have to join for one, but you do not have to wear it when you are not on a mission.” Quitting is always an option, so that’s fair. “Okay, the first mission will probably be the deal maker or breaker, so why not? Just a warning, if you’re anything like Team Rocket, expect my back stabbing to be less like a dagger and more a chainsaw.”