Watching Milotic battle, Hilda was once again awed by the sheer beauty of the pokemon. The speed that it moved, and the sheer grace in each movement, the way the water type pokemon's hair flowed with each twist and each noise she made, a beautiful, soothing trill.

Hilda was reminded again why she tried so hard to capture her Snivy. She wanted a Serperior and a pokemon with that grace. She'd never be unhappy with Emboar, they'd been together long before she became a trainer and met her during movie shoots, but that serpentine grace, Hilda had long aspired to put it on screen.

Of course Snivy proceeded to kick the crap out of her Fraxure and Duosion before finally being brought down by Emboar. Attract and her no holds barred way of fighting were utterly killer to go up against.

It was just lucky Emboar was female.

She was however very surprised. Sure that Krabby was big, but she hadn't expected it to be so strong. Strong enough to actually begin to overpower Milotic in a contest of strength!

Sure, Milotic didn't quite have the sheer bulk of a Gyarados, but she was just as large as one and she utterly dwarfed the Krabby. And it was quite the battler, switching between attacks seamlessly and even using them as feints.

To a point where it even had Jord panicking when it pulled its final move with that glowing claw attack. She'd never seen Jord panic since she met him, it was quite the sight.

'Once that things gets put through whatever training he does with his pokemon, it'll become another monster.' Hilda couldn't help but smile sardonically and shake her head.

Whatever Jord was doing, it was making his pokemon grow not just in strength but in body size at quite a fast pace, all of his pokemon were a bit bigger than the average of their species from what she could tell from the pokedex and they were practically rippling with muscle.

He had literally turned all of his pokemon into complete muscle heads somehow. A Pidgeotto was not supposed to be able to casually carry a near full grown adult like her with one foot as if she weighed a weighed literally nothing!

How someone even turned a Bellossom of all things, barely bigger than her hand into a muscle head was beyond her, but somehow that crazy horny twerp had managed it.

In an instant, the battle was over. The huge Krabby lay in a heap and Jord was making his way over to praise Milotic for a job well done. As expected really, she supposed?

She cast an idle glance to her side and noticed that much of the activity in the immediate vicinity had ground to a stop. People, adults, children and pokemon alike had stopped what they were doing to watch Milotic in action.

There was even a boy standing at the edge of the forest they just came from watching the battle intently.

Jord it seemed hadn't even noticed, even when some of them began to cheer. But then he was pretty self centred and hyper focused to the point of tunnel vision sometimes from what she gathered.

She knew for a fact that if he had noticed, he'd most likely have been puffing his chest out in pride and basking in the adoration. He was vain like that.

They'd only known each other for a bit over a week. But the fact that the amount of times she had caught him posing and making muscles at himself in the mirror was above zero times, was fact enough to suffice as an explanation.

Jord turned away from Milotic a moment later, pokeball in hand and began walking over to Krabby. She noticed he tended to do that. He preferred to gently touch the pokeball to a pokemon instead of lobbing it full force like most others.

'Then again he literally dotes on his pokemon.' she mused. If he wasn;t hugging Chansey, he was cuddling Charmander. If he wasn't brushing Pidgeotto's feathers, he was laying around with Fearow.

And then a pokeball went flying through the air before Jord could reach the downed Krabby and it was captured in all of a split moment.

"Woohoo, I got it! Another one in the bag!" the boy she had seen standing at the edge of the forest cheered, a slender dark skinned boy who quickly ran forward and scooped up the pokeball, ""And look at the size of it, it must have been super rare, how lucky for me to nab it so easily!" he lifted the pokeball into the air...and bragged?

Hilda's mouth hung low in utter shock. What the hell did this guy think he was doing!?

She wasn't the only one to be shocked at the sudden turn of events. There were a few gasps of shock and one guy, a father playing with his daughter shouted, "What the hell do you think you're doing you damn thief?!" at the boy.

And the boy promptly ignored it, grinning at Krabby's pokeball.

Hilda tuned it out, her eyes going to Jord. He was just standing there, looking confused and in a bit of a daze.

Actually, Milotic was the one showing more of a reaction. Milotic, the elegant and gentle pokemon, considered to be one of if not the most beautiful pokemon in the world, the reason why Jord's battle had drawn so many eyes so quickly despite how short the battle, was;

Her eyes were narrowed in absolute fury and a serpentine hiss of rage, nothing like the usual beautiful melodic trill she released even in battle escaped from her mouth.

She was absolutely livid.

But then, as far as Milotic was concerned. The sun set when Jord went to sleep and rose when he woke up. She didn't know if Jord had even noticed it, but whatever he'd done during the time he'd caught her up until she evolved and now had made an impact. It was why she didn't even blink at being taught to fight like an utter thug, just happily accepted it and threw her all into being the kind of thuggish fighter Jord wanted.

Then, Hilda caught sight of a very miniscule reaction coming from Jord. His eyes tightening and one hand curling into a fist.

And her heart leapt into her throat. Because she remembered.

Team Rocket had stolen his original starter from him. And in return, he had outright attacked them and their pokemon, alone. And they were the ones that ran away even with pokemon backing them up.

And she had heard the story of how he caught Pidgey from his own mouth. He had punched Pidgey out himself, a story that Pidgeotto, that overly prideful monster bird that crushed her Emboar puffed out his chest in pride to.

...And this thieving opportunistic little asshole looked as if he was built like a twig and spent all his time indoors.

"Hey!" Hilda growled angrily, snapping into action and stomping over to him, "Who the hell do you think you are kid? You were there from the beginning, you saw Krabby agreeing to battle him and be his pokemon if it lost, what right do you have to butt in and steal the capture after Jord did all the work?" while it was quite normal for things to get heated beaten trainers and fights to break out, this was another thing entirely.

While it wasn't against the law because Krabby was not legally Jord's pokemon yet, it was something that was heavily frowned upon in the trainer circuit.

People that pulled this crap tended to 'disappear' sometimes, and if they didn't were practically made lepper's.

She had only known Jord a bit over a week, but she was pretty well aware he wasn't the type to wait to make him disappear, nor would she want him to go that far.

But the kind of pay back Jord would give him? That was liable to get Jord in trouble himself and blemish his record as trainer.

She wasn't going to let that happen to a friend because of some little bastard like this.

The slender dark skinned boy snorted at her words, finally paying someone besides the pokeball in his hand some attention, "Who cares? He was too busy praising his pokemon like an idiot to catch it. It's his own fault," he shrugged uncaringly, "Imagine wasting your time battling a pokemon." he snorted.

At his words, there was a cacophony of angered shouts coming from the crowd and she saw Jord's eyes narrow in absolute fury, his lips pulling back in a snarl that reminded her of a Houndoom she had seen once, his canine teeth bared.

Considering he strong she knew he was and the fact he was built like a miniature tank a this point. It was actually quite scary and she was just glad it was not directed at her.

And this guy, not only did the anger of those watching not bother him, he was totally oblivious to the utter rage on Jord's face.

This would not end well.

Hilda wasn't really thinking at this point. She just acted.

The boy cried out in pain as she headbutted him and he dropped the pokeball falling to the ground and giving a squeal of pain. Her head throbbed with pain and she could practically see stars and Swablu floating about her vision.

She did make out Jord's fury disappearing as he gaped at her sudden action, surprised that she would do it.

So was she actually.

"W-what was that for!?" the boy screamed clutching his nose where she hit him, tears in his eyes as he glared up at her, blood pouring from between his fingers.

"...Oops, I slipped, sorry about that," Hilda forced a grin on her face and then a thought came to mind and her hand went to her belt and she made a show of 'swaying' to the side and pressing the button on the pokeball, "Oh no, oops!" she faked a gasp of surprise as a huge burst of light erupted on the pokeball.

And her Emboar's large muscular foot came down on the pokeball containing Krabby and smashed it to pieces. As it did, bright blue light erupted from the remains and reformed into Krabby laying snoozing away in the sand beside Emboar.

"Boar, bo!" Emboar 'sheepishly scratched the back of her head and bowed in apology to the slender dark skinned thieving little rodent.

Their experience as actors really came in handy here.

The boy trembled in the sand before jumping to his feet and his free hand going to his belt where a single pokeball lay connected, "You thief!" he snarled nasally, "You did that on purpose!"

"No I didn't, I just slipped, everyone saw it," Hilda shrugged, ignoring the throbbing pain in her forehead, "Where's your proof I did it on purpose, and who are you calling a thief when you're one yourself you little bug!?" she snarled right back.

"Yeah, it was an honest mistake ya little brat!" the father from before called out, "And she's apologised already, so just be a man at least in attitude, since it's not like ya' look like one!"

The dark skinned boy trembled in spot before he tossed his pokeball in the air, "Raboot, get her!" he ordered as the pokeball burst open and released the pokemon within.

The light formed into a small red and black bipedal rabbit-like pokemon she'd never seen before, looking like it was wearing clothing with a high collar that came up to cover its lower mouth. She'd heard the name though, back at the trainer school in Unova.

One of the Galar starter pokemon.

It cast a glance at its trainer as soon as it appeared, before snorting and crossing its arms and looking away, promptly ignoring him.

The slender boy faltered, "W-wait, why won't you listen to me! I let you be my starter like you wanted! So listen to me!" he shouted at the pokemon.

It continued ignoring him.

Hilda's mouth had dropped open though. Did this kid seriously just try to have his pokemon attack her!?

What was wrong with this idiot?

He opened his mouth to say something else, but all that escaped was a sharp squeal of pain as a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder and squeezed. Hard.

Hilda winced at the sound that escaped the boys mouth and behind him she could see Jord with a very scary, very forced grin on his face and Milotic looming over him with death in her expression.

"So not only did you steal my Krabby, you also just tried to attack my friend, is that right?" he ground out, and then suddenly pulled without waiting for an answer.

The dark skin boy yelped as he was pulled backwards as if he weighed the same as a feather and tossed backwards into the sand, the Raboot's pokeball in his hand tumbling free through the air.

Straight into Jord's awaiting hand who walked right through the boys previous position and marched straight over to the snoozing Krabby, a purpose in his step and touched an empty pokeball in his other hand to Krabby's sleeping form.

The pokeball burst open and sucked Krabby inside and within moments, Krabby was captured, this time by its proper trainer.

And the crowd of people erupted into cheers while the Raboot looked over its shoulder curiously at Jord holding its pokeball. And apparently not at all caring what happened to its trainer.

Okay, Hilda would admit. That was smooth.

Jord stared at the pokeball containing Krabby in his hands for a moment, before it disappeared in a flash of white light, being teleported to the Viridian Pokemon Centre with the rest of his pokemon.

He nodded once before looking at the other pokeball in his hand and then to the Raboot eyeing him with interest, "You're not looking too happy with your trainer there." the younger boy pointed out.

The Raboot stared at him before shrugging, arms crossed over each other and looking bored, "Boot." it gave a simple nod.

Jord stared at it for another moment before turning to the downed dark skinned boy who was staring up at Jord wide eyed in the sand, the words stolen from his mouth from the sudden turn of events.

Jord after all, with the wide smile baring all of his teeth and the huge Milotic looming over his shoulder with rage clouding its feature, were not at all hiding how much they wanted to get right down to violence.

Hilda considered a personal win he wasn't stomping the guys face into the dirt right now.

"How the hell did you get your starter of all things to dislike you this much?" Jord asked the boy, shaking his head.

The boy despite his position and bloodied nose scoffed dismissively, "Starter in name only. The Professor wouldn't let me leave the city unless I had a designated starter, I had a bunch of pokemon I caught around Vermillion and Raboot was desperate for it, so I let it tag along," he shrugged, "The only pokemon I'm going to accept as my true starter pokemon is Mew!"

Hilda felt her mouth drop open wide in disbelief. Mew? As in, the practically worshipped legendary pokemon of Kanto? The one said to be the ancestor to all pokemon? As his starter pokemon?

...Also he clearly wasn't understanding the meaning of a starter pokemon. It was supposed to be the first pokemon a trainer got to get them started on their journey to catch more pokemon.

This kid clearly wasn't all there going by the actions he'd gone through since he arrived here and now this nonsense.

At his words, Jords smile turned positively, evil.

"Yeah, good luck with that," he scoffed, "Because I know for a fact that you'll never capture Mew."

The boys face twisted up in rage and he pushed himself to his feet, ignoring his nose, "Oh, and how do you know that?" he growled nasally, "I already have a plan. I'll complete the pokedex and it'll open up the path to Mew!" he boasted.

...Hilda supposed it was technically a sound plan? If a person had every type of pokemon in the world it would it would make it so much easier to find a specific pokemon.

But it was such a stupid view on how to go about something like that, completely disregarding the sheer scope and stupidity of forming a plan like that and made her think the boy was 'special' in the head.

What idiot professor let this fool start his journey? 'Then again the literal street rat passed the exams early and got a trainers license.' Hilda's eyes strayed to Jord.

"Because I already know where Mew is," Jord bared his teeth and replied with a fully malicious tone, "And I'll make sure to capture it myself so you never can."

Hilda's eyes widened, 'He does?!' she spluttered mentally. How the hell did he know that?

The dark skinned boy trembled at Jords words, "Y-you're lying!" he stuttered, "I've studied Mew for years! I've even seen it once! There's no way some random person like you would ever know where to find Mew!"

"From where I'm standing, you're the randomer you little scrub," Jord snorted, jutting his chin out smugly, "Besides, even if you could find Mew, you'd never be able to catch it. Not when you're so pathetic even your starter pokemon won't listen to you. Do you honestly think you're just gonna be able to find Mew and toss a pokeball at it? Bitch, it's a legendary pokemon!" the younger boys rant got progressively louder with each word until he was practically shouting in the older boys face, the anger still evident in his voice.

The dark skinned boy shook in place, hesitating in the face of the very real violence Jords voice promised on top of deriding his dream, "I-I don't believe you!" the tan boy shouted back and stepped forward and did the most stupid thing he could in this situation as far as Hilda was concerned.

He tried to push Jord.

Not that it worked out for him at all. With how twiggy his arms looked. it must have been like trying to push over a boulder and it was him that ended up being pushed backward and falling on his backside.

Hilda heard a few people laugh at the sad showing and smothered a smile of her own.

"Believe what you want, but buzz off will you? You can find out about how right I am when the news covers my new Mew later down the line," Jord taunted, "Either way, it's got nothing to do with you any more scrub, so beat it before I beat your face in for trying to steal my Krabby."

Well, he was being more lenient than Hilda thought he was going to be. She half expected him to kick him in the face after that last stunt, or something like that at least.

The dark skinned boy gaped up at the younger Jord, seemingly lost on what just happened, "F-fine!" he spat and pushed himself up, face a mess of blood from where she headbutted him, "Just give me Raboot's pokeball and we'll be going then!"

"How about no?" Jord snorted and dangled the pokeball teasingly at the older boy, "The way I see it, Raboot doesn't like you. So, if he wants to leave you, I'm all for letting him."

The slender boy gaped at Jord, "...You can't do that!" he spluttered.

"Yeah, I cant, it's against the law," Jord shrugged and the boys shoulders slumped in relief, only to widen in alarm at what Jord did next, "Here, why don't you pick Raboot?" he looked over to the Galar starter pokemon and tossed the pokeball over to it, the ball landing in front of its feet.

"What are you doing!? Raboot I order you to bring that pokeball over here!" The would be Krabby thief ordered his pokemon.

It ignored him and gave the ball a curious look before looking back at Jord, "It's up to you, you can stick with this moron," he said jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the dark skinned slender boy, "Or you can go free. Or hell, you can come with me if you want. I've got a ton of pokemon but I rotate and train them all and I can promise you'll be far stronger than you ever imagined if you decide to come with me."

the small fire type just stared at him for another moment, before completely ignoring its trainer and looking to Milotic who had been silent allowing her trainer to do what he wished. "Ra, ra boot?" the small fire type cocked its head to the side.

Hilda had no idea what it was doing. She could only guess it was asking Milotic something about Jord.

Milotic in response lost the terrifying visage she was displaying and beamed beautifully, "Mi mi miiiiiiiii!" she trilled back with her absolutely gorgeous voice.

'Maybe I can produce a show about pokemon singing together?' Hilda mused. Milotic's voice was so beautiful and soothing to listen to.

"Boot." Raboot nodded once and then lifted one leg up, its foot glowing white and brought it down hard on the pokeball, smashing it to pieces before anybody could react.

"Raboot what are you doing!?" its trainer screamed in shock.

Raboot snorted at his shouting then went back to ignoring him as it walked over to Jord and looked up at him, giving him a simple nod.

A smug, shit eating grin appeared on Jord's face and he pulled a pokeball out from his pocket and crouched down to gently tap it to Raboot's head.

The fire type starter spared one last glance at its former trainer, before being enveloped in red light and sucked within the pokeball. In just a few moments, the pokeball lit up red and shook a bit, before slowing to a stop.

And a second later, it was teleported away just like Krabby before it.

Its former trainer stared wide eyed at the position his 'starter' pokemon previously stood before a scowl appeared on his face, "Fine, see if I care! I never wanted you anyway, remember!" he spat, "I've got plenty of other pokemon to fill your spot!"

He glared at Jord and then her, before stomping away without sparing a second glance at them.

Hilda watched him go for a moment, before snapping a picture of him using her x-transceiver. Him catching Krabby before Jord could was not at all against the law, but trying to attack her with his Raboot?

That seriously was. She was going to send his picture to the local police department and let them deal with him. If he was lucky, he'd get off with just a black mark on his trainer record.

"...God I should have smashed his stupid fucking face in." Jord' snarling voice broke her from her thoughts and she looked to see him staring after the dark skinned teen with his teeth bared like a Houndoom once again.

He looked like he was seconds away from chasing after him and jumping him from behind and beating the ever loving crap out of the boy.

"So do you actually know where Mew is?" Hilda asked a question on her mind. Both to sate her curiosity and to get his mind off of the leaving boy.

Jord turned to her losing his snarl and raised an eyebrow at her question, "Of course I don't, you kidding?" he snorted, "I just said that to mess with that little prick."

Hilda sighed, "...Yeah I expected as much." she admitted, shoulders slumping.

A series of groans from the people watching and a cry of, "Ah and you got me all excited too!" from the one father who was shouting back up for her.

Jord gave a start at the sudden noise of people and turned to look wide eyed at them, "...W-what the fuck?" he spluttered in surprise, "When did these people get over here? How long have they been watching us?"

That was him just noticing all of them.

'Tunnel vision indeed.' Hilda rolled her eyes.