"Let's get down to grinding," Jord's voice echoed back through the clearing where they were camped, "To defeat our foes!" he seemed to be singing an oddly catchy song.

She'd actually heard him humming the tune for it Hilda noted as she heard him continue on during the past five days they'd been travelling together, but it was the first time she'd heard him put words to the tune.

They'd just finished breakfast and he decided he wanted to get some training in. Odd considering he'd already trained his pokemon this morning. He got up every morning between five and six from what she'd saw to get training in, then breakfast. Then they'd travel a bit, then have lunch, before he weirdly tended to sleep for a few hours before dinner and more training.

It wasn't his normal training he was doing right now though. He claimed it was more something he wanted to 'impart' onto his team about battling in general.

"Did they send me Tailow, when I need-" he continued singing, "Ho-oh!"

Despite herself a small snort left Hilda's lips.

"You're the weakest team I've levelled up, and since I haven't caught Mewtwo," Hilda's eyebrows rose, what was a Mewtwo? "Team, somehow I'll, make a mon out of you!"

...Since he wasn't technically training, it didn't go against her agreement to get a look at what he was up to right? He was right there after all, she could blatantly hear him!

Curiosity got the better of her and Hilda made her way over to peer through the bushes into the next little clearing where he was with his pokemon.

She blinked as she caught sight of her Snivy sitting on a rock just in front of the bushes watching what was going on in interest. 'So that's where she went.'

She, Snivy actually had taken to watching Jord and his team a lot. They were a much more...battle oriented team than her own. Sure, Hilda was aiming to reach the Pokemon League, but she wasn't aiming to win, she knew her limits. She was aiming to reach it simply to make money, get her name out there even more and make inroads with high profile trainers.

she knew where her talents lay, and while she was decently talented as far as training pokemon went, she wasn't someone who could reach the heights Jord was clearly aiming for.

The heights Snivy was interested in pursuing.

And Hilda could see why Jord peaked her interest. Her eyes drifted to Jord and his pokemon. All of his pokemon were lined up facing him as he walked up and down the line, arms clasped behind his back.

Despite the demeaning words of his song though and his swagger, he had a big cheesy grin on his face and all of his pokemon weren't much better, his Fearow was outright sniggering through its beak and the Charmander that he was rarely apart from was grinning widely.

Really, the only one of his pokemon that she couldn't tell the expression of was his Zubat.

For obvious reasons.

Still, Hilda's eyes were drawn to two specific pokemon in the line up. Oddish and Bellsprout, or rather the pokemon that were formerly Oddish and Bellsprout. Now they were Gloom and Weepinbell.

From what she had picked up here and there from just overhearing him by accident, he'd spent a lot of time working with the two of them since they left Cerulean City. He'd spent a lot of time with all his pokemon and she knew from him telling her that he was trying to teach them all a bunch of attacks.

He was specifically working with Gloom and Weepinbell though so they could get down their powder spore based attacks to higher degrees, and learn all three between the pair of them. His Bellsprout had known Sleep Powder, while his Oddish had knownn both Poison Powder and Stun Spore.

And Jord was not shy in showing off his pokemon after they evolved and proudly bragging about them managing to do what he wanted. He apparently had big plans for those two. Big enough that before they left Cerulean City, he'd bought both a Sun Stone and Leaf Stone.

Hilda was frankly surprised he hadn't used the evolution stones on them both already considering they had both evolved by yesterday.

But yes, those two drew her attention specifically, because they drew Snivy's attention. She'd had Snivy for months and she had yet to evolve. Yet Jord had only had his own pair of grass types for a few weeks and they had already evolved and were no doubt soon going to reach their final stages.

Snivy was jealous.

"Alright lads!" Jord suddenly stopped in the middle of the line and about turned to face his pokemon, his suddenly sharp bark breaking Hilda from her thoughts, "And ladies." he added, nodding to Chansey, Clefable, Gloom and Milotic.

And did she mention Milotic? Because holy hell, he had a Milotic! And she knew for a fact that he only had a Feebas when they met. But, no matter how much she needled him on the matter of how he evolved her so easily, he remained tight lip.

Considering she offered to let the little horn dog squeeze her ass and he still refused, well that told Hilda that it would be something very juicy and worth knowing.

She'd never even heard of anyone his age having a Milotic. Hell, they were extremely rare to the point where the only trainer that Hilda could name off the top of her head that had one was the Hoenn Champion Wallace!

A trainer having a Milotic was spoken of in the same vein as a trainer having the likes of a Dragonite or Hydreigon or something. Some random kid having one was just not something that should be happening.

And my goodness was it a beautiful pokemon. That graceful serpentine cream body, that luscious pink hair and those glimmering absolutely gorgeous blue scales at the end of her tail.

It made her want to conduct an interview with him right than and there the first time he sent Milotic out and proudly, braggingly, showed the pokemon off to her.

The brat. He knew what he was doing, constantly dangling stuff like that in front of her.

"You all know how to battle, right?" Jord asked them all.

In return, he got a few weird looks from his pokemon before receiving a barrage of nods and noises of confirmation

"Yes you do, cuz you're all badasses, as expected of my pokemon," Jord nodded proudly and she had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. He sure loved boasting about himself and his pokemon, "But, you don't know how to fight!"

'What?' Hilda blinked, confused. And she was not the only one, many of his pokemon gave him confused looks as well, clearly like her not understanding the distinction.

"I'll be teaching you a few rules you stick to when in a fight," Jord carried on, "Number one, talking isn't a free action. When a trainer stops to start talking about whatever, or their pokemon does to taunt you or something, or hell even if I'm talking and taking the piss out of our opponents, don't stop attacking. Be relentless!"

...That was good advice Hilda...guessed? It was kind of custom for trainers to trade banter a lot during battles. It was kind of dickish though.

"Rule number two, body blows are for amateurs!" Jord snapped his fingers, "Aiming for the torso is generally easier yeah as a bigger target boys and girls, but when you get the chance? Aim for the soft spots. Hit them under the chin, smash their elbows or even like in the case of a fighting type like Machamp, beat the crap out of the back of their knees and topple them, hell Charmander when in close I want you to exhale Smokescreen from your nostrils into your opponents eyes!"

Hilda felt her mouth drop and her eyes widen slightly. 'How...brutal and ruthless.' she thought. And honestly, not something that ever occurred to her. But, when she thought about it, Jord grew up on the streets did he not? So it wasn't really surprising that such ruthless tactics seemed common knowledge to him when she had never thought on it herself before. It just had never occurred to her because battling was a sport and that kind of battling wasn't taught back at the trainer school she attended.

Yet despite the utter brutal advice his pokemon all nodded to his words and gave noises of agreement.

"Char char!" the cute little Charmander even snapped of a salute!

"Third, take advantage of your opponents own bodies," Jord continued after nodding at their understanding, "Take Scraggy and Scrafty for example. They have the skin on their legs that they wear like trousers, and it's really stretchy. Pull it up over their heads and tangle them up with it and cut off their vision. Then lay into them and beat them down!"

...That was just plain mean! He really was shameless wasn't he? Jord would really take advantage of any opening presented to him wouldn't he?

Was that the kind of ferocity needed for someone to reach the top heights of the elite of the elite?

"And fourth, the final rule when it comes to the basics of a fight," Jord continued on and took a moment to look into the eyes of each and every single one of his pokemon, "Don't back down, don't give any quarter. If you can't dodge or block hit your opponent with all you can. Make them terrified to even try and hit you. If you catch them, don't land a hit and break off, keep hitting them until they fall. And don't be afraid to fight dirty. Spit in their eyes, bite them, pull their hair, whatever it takes to get the advantage. That's how a real man fights, you get me!" he pumped his fist into the air as he finished.

His pokemon cheered and pumping their own limbs into the air. Milotic spat a stream of water in the air even and happily agreed to his words.

...He was turning his pokemon into thugs! 'It's so wrong to see a pokemon as majestic and beautiful as a Milotic happily and gleefully agree to that kind of advice.' Hilda gaped.

That was something she'd expect out of a Gyarados, not a Milotic!

"Sni, Snivy!" the voice of her own pokemon broke her from her gaping thoughts and she looked in front of her to see her serious little Snivy, her arms crossed, big amber eyes shining as she looked at Jord and nodding eagerly along with his words.

Something was clearly wrong with this picture. Hilda couldn't help but think that. Something so small and cute shouldn't be so eager to inflict such brutal bodily harm!

"...This place is a shit hole." Jord snorted as he looked around the street they were walking down. They'd been travelling together for a week now, and they'd finally arrived in Hollywood.

The crap side of town at least. The side of town with all the buildings in disarray and boarded up. They'd walked four blocks now since entering the city and literally only came across one actual open building in working order. And it was just a crappy little motel.

"Don't be such a party pooper!" Hilda waved him off. She unlike him couldn't wipe the massive smile off of her face, she was eagerly looking around at all the buildings, "Can't you just feel the movie industry history here? I can practically smell it!"

"I can smell something alright, but I don't think it's the same as what you've deluded yourself into believing." Jord rolled his eyes. He was half tempted to bring out Bellossom and have her ride on his shoulder and give off some faint Sweet Scent. He'd evolved her just yesterday alongside Weepinbell. They'd evolved really quick under the intense double gravity training and after a few days of letting them get used to their new forms and strength, he used the Sun Stone and the Leaf Stone he bought in Cerulean before leaving for a whopping ten grand. God that hurt to even think about.

Either way, it was mighty tempting, because all he could smell right now was rotting garbage.

He really didn't get it.

'Why the hell has half of an entire city just basically been deserted?' he shook his head. It really didn't make sense to him. Sure, the main attraction of this city was apparently the movie industry before shit hit the fan, but c'mon seriously?

They really honestly couldn't be telling him that it had nothing else to offer than movies. Even if there were like a theatre on every block. All closed of course.

All that this land. All this space. And it was just being ignored? It really didn't make any fucking sense to him at all.

He was half of a mind to believe that some criminal syndicate like Team Rocket caused the city to fall the way it did and just bought everything up and are using the abandoned place as an underground crime ring.

After all, Meowth had to have run in to Team Rocket somehow, right?

'Note to self, don't go digging to deep in here.' he told himself. He was awesome, but he didn't fancy poking his nose into a possible Team Rocket op.

Unless it involved Jessie and her absurdly voluptuous boner inducing out of this world body. 'I wonder if she's still locked up or if the three of them have broken out yet?' Jord wondered.

On the other hand. If this city really did just go to shit, and it didn't have anything to do with Team Rocket or anything like that, it meant there was a lot of property up for grabs. A lot of most likely very cheap property.

Jord wasn't an idiot. Well, not a stupid mentally retarded idiot at least. He had looked up and taken stock of everything he was entitled to as a trainer. And there was surprisingly quite a lot of benefits open to trainers.

The one that mattered right now though. Was that upon gaining a trainer license, trainers were considered adults. His case was very uncommon and didn't appear all that often so it wasn't looked into much. But, he could legally drink, have sex, drive a car, get married and legally own his own property.

Now, why did that matter? Well, he was a sponsored trainer of Viridian City, so his pokemon were all entitled to be taken care of at Viridian City and the Pokemon Centre that sponsored him. They even got benefits given or paid to them for each individual pokemon of a trainer they were looking after and the higher ranked the trainer, the higher the proceeds they would receive.

But, eventually, in the future, he would have to settle down would he not? His sponsorship wouldn't last forever. It wasn't like he was a family friend to Professor Oak or anything like that.

And even with just a month of being a trainer, he had a lot of pokemon. fifteen in total currently, and he planned on catching a lot more. Heck, it was a wonder he didn't have more already. He'd had to hold himself back from taking down a bunch of pokemon he caught sight of over the passed week, like a passing Pelipper that flew overhead.

In the future, he was going to need a lot of space for all his pokemon. 'How many are on that island just off of Cinnabar Island?' Jord mused. There was a single Blastoise, and like thirty in total between the Squirtle and Wartortle.

And now that he was here he was planning on catching a Persian and its gang of Meowth.

So yes, he would need his own place with a lot of space in the future. 'And this place might not be a bad idea to look into.' he nodded to himself.

Property rates had to be tiny here. Especially considering from all that Jord had found from researching society in general of this world, that the league government actually pushed people to become trainers and to increase the population.

Everything he saw basically said that even just on land alone, pokemon outnumbered humans ten to one, with as much as a single powerful pokemon controlling entire islands to themselves.

The raising of trainers was vital to this society and highly encouraged. And it was also a reason why those who captured powerful pokemon and tamed them tended to be highly regarded. The league wanted to increase the human population, because they literally had more space than they had people to occupy it apparently, and the more powerful trainers they raised who captured pokemon, the more space they would gain.

A lot of it totally flew over Jord's head, he wasn't big on sociology or that crap after all. And he'd have been a total introvert if it wasn't detrimental to getting laid.

What he did understand though. Was the simple fact that it was legal to have multiple spouses in this world because the league were pushing to increase the population. Or at least in Kanto, he didn't know if it applied to the other Regions. He wouldn't be surprised if it was just Kanto, anyone who saw the initial anime could tell you the place was fucked up and full of crazies.

It also all made a bizarre sort of twisted sense to him. Just why teenagers could become trainers and with any sort of competence make quite a bit of money through league funding, why they could have sex, get married and own their own properties. Why teens specifically, walking balls of hormones were basically pushed to become trainers.

'Because a bunch of them will obviously fuck and get pregnant early on and dip out of the trainer life for a family life, probably with enough cash to start a small business like a cafe or something.' Jord mused.

Yeah, it was all coming together. What a fucking wonderful world!

It was ironic that the remaining side of Hollywood that was actually populated and bustling, was more or less a normal city and not at all dedicated to the cinematic arts.

Was it perhaps then the fact that such a large amount of the city was dedicated to that path that caused it to go under?

Well, not that Jord cared. He just thought it ironic. And funny as fuck.

He proceeded to tell Hilda as such on their way to the Pokemon Center to book a room for the night.

"You just don't appreciate art you uncultured little thug." Hilda stuck her tongue out at him.

"Ooh, scathing," Jord rolled his eyes before smirking, "But I'll have you know, I have a great eye for art and only masterpieces of the highest degree can keep my attention. I'm an art connoisseur even!"

Hilda raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him, "Uh-hu," she crossed her arms and hummed non believingly, "Somehow I don't believe it. But go on humour me, what pieces of art does such a high level art lover like you pay attention to?"

In response, his smirk stretched, becoming even larger. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and flipped to his image gallery and selected one of the most recent ones. One he'd snapped a few days ago when they were taking a break from travelling and the sun was absolutely sweltering.

Hilda's eyes widened and her cheeks went red when he held the phone up and showed the image on it. A picture of her sitting down, dripping sweat, so much so her top had went slightly see through and her denim shorts were absolutely moulded to her lovely round backside.

Hilda opened and closed her mouth, looking for all intents and purposes like a goldfish as she tried and failed to find words, "...Why the heck do you have that?" she asked.

"I asked you if I could take the picture remember?" he continued to smirk. He had in fact done do.

Hilda closed her eyes and sighed, "I thought you were joking," she replied, shaking her head. She opened her eyes after a moment and snorted, staring at him with her pretty light blue eyes, "You really are shameless aren't you? I don't know whether to be annoyed that you actually took the picture or flattered that you're comparing me to the greatest pieces of art in the world."

"Can't it be both?" he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly and stored the phone away, "It's been the general line of your reactions since we met."

Her lips twitched up into a smile, "You're really dangerous with shamelessness huh?" Hilda replied and reached over to poke him on the nose, "Give it a few years and you might even pass for a charming little shit."

"Bitch please, you know you want me." Jord stuck his tongue out at her.

"Like a knife in the kidney," she snorted, "Try hitting the normal age for trainers to start and I'll think about giving you a shot."

"You weren't saying that when you offered to let me feel you up to tell you about how I got Milotic to evolve," Jord crossed his arms and retorted smugly, "By time I hit the normal age I'll already at least be an Elite Four Member, possibly even Champion, so the chance to be my girl will probably have passed you by."

Hilda opened her mouth to retort before freezing, "...I...actually can't refute that," she responded, blinking slowly, "I wanted to travel with you in the first place because I thought you had that potential."

Jord chuckled, "Ah don't get ruffled about it," he replied and gave her a wink, "I'll always have a free space for you and your amazing out of this world ass."

"Just what I always wanted to be loved for my ass and not for who I am," the former Unova movie starlet sighed, "You know how to make a girl feel loved."

"Sorry no can do," he fired back without missing a beat, "Can't do any of that for you until I'm the normal trainer starting age by your own words, please try again in two years."

This body should have turned thirteen not long ago. Though date wise, his actual birthday was November first. Today was October twentieth. He landed in this world on September the twentieth it seemed, a month today.

Hilda blinked, "Wait, two years, I thought you were twelve?" she asked, changing the subject.

"I am, for another eleven days," Jord lied without missing a beat. It was only a tiny little white lie after all, "My birthday is November the first."

Hilda cupped her chin, "Huh, not far off then and considering how far Vermillion is, it's likely we'll still be travelling together on your birthday huh?" she mused thoughtfully.

"A pretty sure bet," he nodded before a thought came to him and he smirked again, "If you're thinking of presents. I'm a big fan of lap dances."

Hilda palmed her forehead, "...Of course you are," she shook her head once again before pausing and lifting her head and smirking right back at him, "You know what, I'll think about it."

"Eh...?" it was Jord's turn to give a slowly blink and give a noise of surprise. He was just joking, he was not expecting that.

Honestly, he just kept up the sex jokes with Hilda because she bantered really well with it and gave him a good laugh. He wasn't actually expecting anything out of her.

A feminine hand landed on his shoulder, "C'mon, let's go grab a room at the Pokemon Center for the next few days before they're all taken." Hilda said and gently tugged him along with her down the street.

Despite the stunning blow his mind took, Jord's mouth as always worked faster than his brain, "...Considering this crap hole of a city, highly unlikely." he commented snidely.

As Jord expected, the Pokemon Center wasn't even half booked up by trainers and the trainer lounge was near empty.

Petty as it was, Jord once again relished in his undefeated streak. Somehow, it got to Hilda that the place she was so looking forward to coming to was deserted.

So much so that she retreated to their room to do some proper research on the city now that they were here to see what she could do while here. Since it clearly didn't live up to the hype she imagined, Jord graciously allowed her to skulk off in utter defeat.

It had nothing to do with him still being a bit thrown off by her reply. But look, it couldn't be helped okay? This body was a virgin and right in the midst of when hormones were at their highest.

Having a babe like Hilda who put models to shame turning around and actually giving the hope for it? It did things to a young lad.

And so, like any young lad in the midst of being worked out. He decided to go beat up and capture some cats.

He left the Pokemon Center behind, and the actual nice bustling part of the city as well. He made his way back to the land of cinematic shit hole. And by time he did, it was already beginning to get dark.

It would honestly probably be pretty terrifying to be out traversing abandoned parts of a city when the sun was beginning to die down. It was the kind of place murderers, rapists, drug addicts and hobo's would gather in an orgy of nastiness.

Thankfully for Jord, he was Jord. And like any true blue Scottish lad, he carried a knife to stab any fucker who tried to get crazy with him. And if that didn't work. Well, he had his badass team of awesome badass pokemon.

Also, he was jacked as fuck, Chansey and Clefable together made the gains come even quicker. Like shit, he could probably snap a grown man in half. Well not actually, but he could definitely probably break their back on his knee.

That was why once he reached the shit hole side of the city, Jord climbed up the side of one decrepit apartment building using the fire escape and released a bunch of his pokemon.

Pidgeotto, Fearow, Butterfree and Zubat all appeared on the roof before him. "Alright lads, you know your mission don't you?" he asked them. He'd explained what he wanted them to be prepared to do this morning after breakfast.

He got a trio of nods from the two big try hard birds and the huge Mothra like butterfly. While Zubat looked up at him before ducking his small head under one of his wings and preening it.

Little fucker. But, Jord let it go without reprimanding the bat pokemon. Zubat listened to any of his commands when given and trained diligently, the dual flying and poison type just hadn't really bonded with him at all and was a total loner. From what he gathered, Zubat was the leader of his swarm in Mt. Moon, the strongest of them too. And the little bat wasn't quite happy to have been taken away from there, or to not be the strongest of his pokemon either.

It didn't stop the bat from being almost as big a try hard as Pidgeotto and Fearow though. Beyond the intense physical training he'd put his pokemon through and had them battling each other for sparring, he'd instead of trying to teach them all new moves himself, had them teach each other moves.

Fearow had learned Roost from Pidgeotto, while Pidgeotto learned Double Team in return. Victreebel taught Bellosom Sleep Powder and was taught Stun Spore and Poison Powder in return. Graveler learned flamethrower from Charmander.

Charmander himself was currently in the process of trying to get Quick Attack down, to Graveler's dismay since he couldn't learn it. And he loved going fast. Poor rocky guy. And before that, the little fire type alongside Milotic had trained hard to learn Iron Tail.

Zubat threw himself into training and learned Steel Wing. Thankfully, it and Iron Tail was very easy for his pokemon to pick up with the way he trained them.

"Alright, off you go then guys, report back here once you find them." he ordered the four flying pokemon and together they flapped their wings and took off into the air, splitting off into four different directions and flying over the shit hole side of Hollywood.

They were searching for a specific target. A gang of feline pokemon Jord wanted to get his hands on. A gang of Meowth led by a Persian. the Persian that took in Meowth from Team Rocket as a baby that would have starved to death otherwise, only for Meowth to leave them behind.

Heh, Persian and his gang got the last laugh though. After all, Persian was the chad that took in the love of Meowth's life, Meowzie after she was kicked to the curb by her trainer and totally cucked him.

It was no wonder Meowth hated Persian's. One cucked him out of being Giovanni's favourite while another cucked him out of the love of his life.

Not that Meowth didn't deserve it.

Chuckling, Jord put it out of mind for now and reached for his belt. The shit hole side of the city was eerily silent, so he grabbed two of his pokeballs and released the pokemon inside.

Graveler and Shiftry appeared before him in twin bursts of light. Immedistely, Shiftry crossed his arms and regarded him coolly while Graveler looked at him curiously, "Grav?" Graveler asked, tilting his bulky body to the side.

It was kind of funny. But the more time Jord spent around his pokemon, the more he kind of got a feel for what they meant when they spoke and made gestures.

"I've got some time to kill until those four get back lads," he replied and grinned at them, "I figured we could spend some time together while we wait."

"Grav!" Graveler grinned eagerly and lifted two of his thick and powerful rocky arms to flash him a twin thumbs up.

Shiftry on the other hand, cool as ever exhaled lightly before closing his eyes and shrugging, his great mane of white hair billowing epically in the wind.

"Great, what do you wanna do?" he asked them.

As it turned out, Graveler wanted to race. It was kind of hard considering the roof was like a hundred feet long maximum.

Shiftry won of course. Graveler promised vengeance.