Hilda rubbed her eyes as she stepped down the stairs leading out of the plane she'd been riding on for the last roughly half a day and resisted the urge to yawn.

It was so hard to get comfortable flying coach. All the first class tickets had already been booked up and she only had the chance to get one of the dregs with how spontaneous her travel plans were.

But here she was, finally back in Unova.

Much sooner than she anticipated at that.

'I wonder what Jord is doing right now?' she idly wondered, following along with the throngs of people leaving the landing pad.

Knowing him, it was one of three things. He was either training until his muscles cried out in agony and begged for mercy, and then training some more, picking a fight with somebody and or hitting on some girl.

She grimaced at that last one.

He hadn't noticed at all, he was pretty oblivious actually a lot of the time and had total tunnel vision, but he attracted a lot of attention.

Quite a few girls had their eyes on him in Hollywood, and even two had tried to get her out of the way during the short time they were at the Vermillion Pokemon Centre.

His reputation and earnings didn't even need to be broadcasted for interest to be turned to him. He talked so openly about his pokemon, anyone overhearing would stop and gape at him.

Especially his gushing over Milotic and Charmeleon constantly. Even she, a native to Unova knew well how temperamental Charmeleon were after they evolved from Charmander. Most trainers that started with a Charmander, and few got the honour, ended up giving them up after they evolved because they couldn't control their Charmeleon's, never mind a Charizard that tended to be even more unruly.

The casual boasting of Charmeleon with no problems, plus the incredibly super rare Milotic were both enough alone to draw a mass of interest in him.

And he didn't even notice.

Hilda resisted the urge to sigh.

It hadn't even been a full day since she parted with him, but her mind was already fretting over him.

She really hoped he didn't go pick a fight with a legendary pokemon or something without her keeping an eye on him.

'Right, gotta stop thinking about that little twerp.' Hilda slapped her cheeks, both to take her mind off of him and to wake herself up a bit.

With that, she marched her way into the airport and made for the exit. She had no need to wait for any luggage since she just took her bag with her and stuffed it above her seat.

To her surprise though, someone was already waiting for her.

"Hey cuz!" Rosa waved her over eagerly, the twin tailed girl excitedly hopping up and down to greet her over the assembled crowd of people entering or leaving the airport, "Good to see ya!"

Hilda rolled her eyes and resisted the urge to tell her that her bouncing up and down like that, was making her chest bounce up and down noticeably and quite a few guys had stopped to stare.

It wasn't like Rosa would care anyway.

She had no delicacy whatsoever.

Actually, if she didn't know any better, she'd think Rosa was a female version of Jord, just less horny.

"Hey Rosa," Hilda gave her a half smile as she walked over, "I told you I'd get you back home didn't I? You didn't need to come get me, especially after what happened."

"Pshaw!" Rosa huffed, waving her off, "As if! I just wasn't expecting them before, but I'm ready now, me and Serperior are itching for one of them to skulk around, then we'll beat the location out of Eevee from them!" a fierce smile spread across her face and she waved a fist threateningly in the air as if daring one of these 'Team Plasma' weirdo's to drop in from the sky.

Hilda snorted, shaking her head in amusement, "Same old Rosa." she huffed. Even losing a pokemon wouldn't keep her down for long, not when the chance remained to get it back, however slim.

"Hah, damn straight!" Rosa nodded vigorously, before blinking and giving Hilda an odd look, "Hey Hilda…?"

"Yeah?" Hilda asked, eyebrow raising at the sudden change in tone, going from fierce, to confused.

"…Is that hickeys on your neck?" Rosa asked blankly, pointing at her neck.

Hilda froze, "…No?" she denied.

"It is!" Rosa's eyes widened in shock, before a massive grin spread across her face, "Who gave you that? The guy you said you were travelling with? Who is he anyway?" a rapid fire of questions left her slightly younger cousins mouth.

Rosa was actually only her junior by a few months.

Hilda sighed in defeat, guess there was no hiding it, "Yeah, I guess we kinda hit it off a bit, and it just kind of happened." she admitted.

Rosa just stared at her for a moment before outright guffawing, "You totally fucked him!" she erupted.

Hilda's eyes widened and she felt dozens of pairs of eyes settle on her. She lunged forward, slapping her hand over her cousins mouth, "Quiet, don't just shout that!" she hissed, feeling her cheeks heat up.

"…Holy crap you actually did," Rosa pulled her hand away and goggled, "Who even is this guy?"

Hilda opened her mouth to respond, but just as she was about to, her cross-transceiver vibrated.

It was halfway hanging from her shorts pocket, but before she could reach for it, Rosa was already moving, she was always the more physically fit and active of the two.

"Yoink!" she giggled, dancing out of the way of Hilda's instinctive grab for it, "It's a text, from someone named Jord? Odd name, who is he?" Rosa grinned at her, teasingly wiggling the phone.

"None of your business!" Hilda glared, "Now gimme it back!" she demanded.

"Mmm, okay, just lemme see what this guy has to say first," Rosa shrugged and pressed a button on the device, and deftly stepped aside as Hilda lunged for her cross-transceiver, "Go to the pokemon centre when you land and call me from one of their phones on this number XXXX-XXXX, huh, that's it? And no message history before it either? Lame~!"

Pouting in disappointment, Rosa handed the phone over to Hilda who snatched it with a glare, "Don't you have any sense of shame just reading other peoples private conversations?" Hilda rolled her eyes and groused in annoyance.

"Shame? What's that?" Rosa cocked her head to the side and gave her a 'confused' look in return, "Can you eat it?"

Hilda sighed once again and ignored her, looking down to read the message, 'Why does he want me to call from a pokecentre phone?' she wondered idly.

Well at least it wasn't a dick pic. That was something she'd expect of him, to give her something to 'remember him' by.

Thankfully for Hilda, making the call she was instructed to, wouldn't take long. There was a Pokemon Centre right across the street from the airport.

So a quick stop there was fine before heading home to decide how they would deal with this Plasma nonsense.

"Huh, you actually must like this guy," Rosa commented as they entered the pokemon centre, arms crossed idly behind her head as she followed Hilda, "Especially if you're so quick to do what he says like this."

"Shut up, I'm still not talking to you." Hilda sniffed, making a beeline straight for the phone booths.

Besides, she was actually a bit worried now. If he was asking him to call her, and it specifically being a phone not his own from a pokemon centre, who knew what he had gotten up to.

'Please tell me he really didn't go pick a fight with a legendary pokemon and got seriously injured.' she pleaded mentally.

She'd take him bombing Surge's gym over that.

And what did that say about him when that thought was the lesser worry? And not at all something beyond him.

"…It was just a joke." Rosa pouted, looking away from her.

Hilda ignored her, sitting down at one of the phones and ringing up the number Jord had texted to her.

It rang a few times, then a few more, and a pit actually grew in Hilda's stomach at how long it was taking-

But blessedly the screen blipped on just as she was beginning to feel a teeny tiny bit of panic, a familiar younger teen appearing on the screen.

A familiar, shirtless teen that was running a towel over his wet hair, "Oh hey, that was quick Hilda, wasn't expecting you to call for a few hours yet." Jord idly greeted her.

Before she could greet him back and quickly ask what he wanted her for, there was a gasp behind her, "That's him!?" Rosa leaned over her shoulder to peer at the screen and the boy on it, "Hilda, you're a total cradle robber!"

"It…It's not like it's illegal!" she sputtered on instinct. His age was both one of the most impressive things about his accomplishments…and at the same time, one of the most problematic.

"And you're totally not denying it!" Rose's eyebrows rose in surprise, before looking the teen on the screen over, specifically his torso, "Nice abs though, I can see the appeal, and those arms to, you look like you were born with a set of weights in hand, Jord was it?"

"That's the name, don't wear it out," he shrugged and replied, "And you're Rosa yeah?"

"Hehe, yup that's me! Heard of me have ya?" Rosa puffed her chest out proudly and pointed a thumb at herself her face.

"Hilda mentioned you once or twice," Jord shrugged, "She said I'd probably hit it off with you quite well if we met."

"Huh, really? Wonder why," Rose tapped her chin before shrugging, "So anyway, what's the stitch with you guy? You a trainer? You look to young though unless you're just a midget. Actually, how old are you even?"

"You're a real motormouth huh?" Jord smirked, "Yeah, I'm a trainer, an amazing one at that, soon to be best there ever was actually, been one two months and I've got two badges. And I'm as old as I look."

Hilda sighed as he revealed his age, just waiting for the explosion of shock from her cousin.

To her surprise though, it never came.

She looked to find Rosa goggling at the boy, before ever so slowly her head turned to look Hilda in the eye, "I figured he was at least fifteen or around there, got that baby face and all, but those muscles are killer," she idly spoke before a wide wide wide ever so freaking annoyingly wide smirk spread across her face, "But you really are a cradle robber huh? It's not even legal to bang someone that age unless they're actually some hot shot prodigy that got their trainer license early."

Hilda felt her cheeks heat up and burn crimson, "…It's not like that." she feebly defended herself.

"Yeah what she said," Jord cut in, "The age thing isn't really a factor with how badass and awesome I am, tons of chicks want a piece of the beast that is me, unlike them I wore Hilda down with my loveable personality, she isn't a gold digger after all." he casually boasted.

"Loveable?" she gaped at him, her thankfulness at his defence being overruled by incredulous disbelief.

In reply, Rosa just shrugged, "Well you do you cuz, I won't judge…much," she gave a half smirk, "So, why did you want Hilda to call you anyway?"

Hilda perked up, sobering as she remembered that he had wanted her to call her actually.

"She's pretty tight lipped about why she needed to go back to Unova so suddenly, seems fishy to me, but I won't pry," Jord shrugged, "Still, something seems off about it to me, so I went and got her a present, a little bit of insurance and a gift for her to remember me by, well, beyond rocking her world and giving her the night of her life."

Rosa frowned briefly at Hilda and she looked away, before turning her attention back to Jord, "Oh-ho, rocking her world huh?" she mused, "So you two did screw!" she crowed victoriously.

"All night long, woulda kept going but she couldn't keep up, hot as Hilda is, she's gotta work on that stamina, she didn't even last ten hours" Jord confirmed without an ounce of shame and shook his head, "Anyway, I'll send it over now so gimme a sec." he added and stepped out of the view of the screen.

As he did, Rosa's head turned to Hilda and she smiled widely, "So, is he just boasting or was he actually being truthful?" her cousin asked eyes dancing with a mischievous light.

Hilda sighed, she was doing that a lot today she noticed, "He's not lying, he's a total stamina freak, but then he trains multiple times a day alongside his pokemon and those muscles aren't for show." she admitted, swallowing heavily as she remembered last night, or the night before, it was hard to tell what with the time differences and everything.

'I'd like to see her try and handle him!' Hilda growled mentally, annoyance beginning to flair with being on the spot so much right now. Hmm, actually-

She caught Rosa's eyes and pointedly looked down to her hands as she brought them up clasped together, making her cousin look at them.

And then she spread her hands apart, inch by inch until she had a pretty rough estimation on his size.

Rosa's eyes widened and she coughed, "S-seriously!?" she sputtered, losing her composure in her shock.

In response, Hilda smirked and nodded, saying nothing else.

"Well no wonder he's so cocky, he's apparently got an abundance of cock." Rosa snorted out a very un-ladylike laughter.

"Yep, I totally do." Jord's voice suddenly cut in, drawing both of their attention back to the phone, a smirk on his face.

And of course he had to come back just at the right time to see her styling on Rosa.

She noticed he was carrying a pokeball in his hand now as well. Was that one of his own, or the insurance he was talking about.

'Is he going to send me one of his pokemon?' she wondered idly, but no, that didn't make sense. He positively doted on his pokemon.

He did say he would get one for her, she now remembered, just before she left. But, it hadn't even been a day yet, not exactly a lot of time to catch anything significantly strong, even for Jord.

"And you're so humble about it," Rosa snorted, and crossed her arms under her bust, pushing her abundant chest up noticeably, "I dunno if I believe it though. How about you prove it?" she challenged with a taunting smirk.

Jord gave a slow blink at her words, before shrugging, "Okay, sure." he replied, and then promptly, yanked his shorts down, allowing his manhood to spring free, not even half heard, but still flopping down to slap against his thigh with a meaty thud.

He totally called her bluff!

Hilda gaped and then face palmed, while Rosa's face turned crimson red, "Y-you actually did it!" she sputtered, eyes locked on the screen, "Holy crap you weren't kidding about that size either!"

"I mean why would I?" he crossed his arms and gave the twin tailed girl an odd look, "You'd find out if I ever bedded you right? Lying about it would bite me in the ass on that front."

"I…guess so?" Rosa nodded slowly, agreeing with his logic, "Still…good on you, cuz' I mean damn, look at the size of that thing." she repeated in a daze.

"Thanks, I grew it myself," Jord beamed proudly, "Nice tits by the way."

"Thanks I guess?" A surprised chuckle escaped from her cousin at the blatant compliment, "Grew them myself." she repeated his words back at him.

"Alright, enough of this!" Hilda growled, she finally had enough, "Put your damn shorts back on Jord and get to the point, we're kind of busy right now and I don't need you slapping your dick at me through a video call."

"…I'll slap you in the face with it." he muttered, looking away.

Not low enough that the receiver didn't make up on it though.

"What was that?" she narrowed her eyes at him, and she noticed him visibly restrain himself from outright repeating his previous words.

Besides, that wasn't exactly much of a threat, he'd already did that quite a few times during the night they spent together.

"Nothing, nothing," Jord waved her off and bent down, pulling his shorts back up, "Anyway, I won't keep you long then if you're busy, I'll just send this guy over to you. The pokeball is unregistered, you know what to do from there, and the guy inside is pretty damn strong and actually interested in that movie biz stuff after I mentioned it, so he should be a big help to you."

It was about twenty minutes later when Hilda finally left the Pokemon Centre behind, her cousin Rosa at her side. After Jord transferred the pokeball over, which explained why he wanted to call them from the Pokemon Centre, they only made a bit of small talk, him explaining that he was surprisingly already at Cinnabar Island having flown there on his Fearow and him fliring with Rosa blatantly before bidding them goodbye.

"Well, he was fun," Rosa mused, a wide grin on his face, "I can see why you banged him."

"It wasn't just some booty call," Hilda defended herself, "I'm not that easy." she added. There was a lot more to it than that.

Rosa shrugged, "If you say so cuz," she replied. "Though I understand why you figured I'd get along with him, he's got the kind of spirit I can mesh well with and bounce off of y'know?"

"…I think he'd prefer a different kind of bouncing with you." Hilda pointed out dryly.

"Well he definitely didn't hide the interest in it," Rosa laughed, "So, what kind of pokemon did he send you I wonder? Probably a water type I'm guessing if he flew from Vermillion City to Cinnabar Island, that or some kind of flying type, but I'm betting water type."

Hilda paused in her steps, forcing her twin tailed cousin to do the same, "I may as well check right now." she mused, reaching for the pokeball she'd just registered to herself mere minutes ago after receiving it.

"Alright, let's see it!" Rosa clapped her hands excitedly.

Pressing the button on the middle of the ball, Hilda released the pokemon lurking within with a burst of bright silvery light that materialized into a physical form that grew, and then grew…and grew some more.

Hilda found herself gaping up at the form of a towering Dragonite as it appeared in front of her.

A Dragonite!?

It blinked open its eyes and then smiled at her and gave her a wave when it noticed her, "Droo." it greeted her warmly.

He sent her a Dragonite!?

What?

How?

Why!?

Where even did he find a Dragonite!?

This was absurd…even for him!

Dragonite were easily worth in excess of five million pokedollars easily!

"He gave you a Dragonite…?" Rosa gaped right alongside her, before mechanically her head turned to Hilda, "Hey, do you think he'd get me one If I fucked him?" she asked, voice deadpan.

"No." Hilda denied her flatly, even as Butterfree fluttered in her belly.

…He actually cared that much about her, that on the off chance she was dealing with something dangerous without him around, he went and caught her a Dragonite to keep her safe…?

Hilda swallowed heavily.

"Don't be so stingy cuz!" Rosa whined.

Honestly, it was surprising how quickly things could progress when you just got stuck right in there and battered in.

This morning, I was in Vermillion City, sharing a bed with Hilda, right now, it's only just after seven in the evening, and I'm on Cinnabar Island, while Hilda is already in Unova.

The marvels of flight, huh?

I sat on my bed in the pokemon centre, dropping the towel I had around my shoulders and grinned, "So that was Rosa, huh?" I mused aloud.

She was…fun.

And very attractive. I can definitely see the resemblance between her and Hilda. They had similar eye colours and facial structures, alongside the same coloured hair. Rosa was a bit taller than Hilda though I noticed…and absolutely stacked up front. I mean, Hilda is stacked as well, but wow, Rosa has her beat in the chest size department.

And she had some real nice hips. I wonder how the backside stacks up?

Granted, I'd say Hilda's facial features are a bit more refined, more classical princess vibe to Rosa's girl next door type.

Both were good though.

"I wonder how they'll react when they send out Dragonite?" he mused. That thing, was an utter beast. While it was under his ownership, he could see the attacks it knew.

Dragon Claw, Dragon Rush, Dragon Breath, Dragon Rage, Thunder Wave, Thunderbolt, Ice Beam, Flamethrower, Extreme Speed, Wrap, Slam, Hurricane, Dragon Dance, Surf, Hydro Pump.

Its move pool was utterly fucking absurd, so crazy it made me actually hesitate to send it to Hilda and consider sending her the angry runt.

It was no wonder the one I kept apparently had an inferiority complex a mile wide if that was the standard for Dragonite around that island. Or at least it seemed so during its time with that clown Iris.

He really was a runt compared to that one. Hell, I'm just guessing, but I think even Pidgeot would have trouble taking that Dragonite down one on one.

And considering Pidgeot without his wings after taking an explosion to the face right after evolving kicked the crap out of Surge's Electivire…

That Dragonite was most likely a total monster.

Honestly though, tempting as it was to keep it myself, I sent it to Hilda for two reasons. One, I can trust that Dragonite to follow her commands and have the strength to protect her if something really does come up, and two-

Well, I think it'll be way more fun to raise the runt.

And strong as that other Dragonite is, he's a bit too chill. The runt, once I win him over, has the drive to throw himself into the grind alongside me!

He has something to prove to the world and I can work with that.

"Speaking of, Dragonite and Gyarados should be ready soon." I mused, leaning back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

I'd left them with Nurse Joy after arriving on the island. And to my surprise, the place was actually quiet, all the hotels only moderately filled.

But then, going by my estimates, it would have been the height of summer when Ash and co arrived on Cinnabar Island originally, and considering the massive beach and such…

Yeah, it was no wonder things got jam packed then.

First though, there's still something else I want to take care of tonight. Thankfully, it was still pretty light outside and my destination isn't far away.

Bouncing up from the bed, I made my way over to my backpack sitting on on the computer desk provided with my room for the night and began grabbing out some fresh, dry clothing.

A huge mess of pokeballs jostled around inside, a hundred of them in total. There was a sale at the poke mart on the island when I arrived, and I got a good deal for buying in bulk, so I got them all for ten thousand pokedollars in total.

Brought me below two point eight million which was annoying, but eh, I'm not that OCD that I would sperg over it.

…Too much.

I'm not sure how many I'll need to be honest, so I went with a hundred to be safe.

Once I was ready, I left my room, locking the door behind me and made my way outside.

Not long later, I was once again flying through the sky on Fearow's back, heading through the ocean directly west of Cinnabar Island.

"You doing okay bud?" I asked, touching a hand to his neck, "You've battled quite a bit today and carried me a lot as well." sure he got to rest for a few hours after arriving and had some good filling food, but even with how intense out training is, he's beyond to be exhausted.

"Fera!" Fearow gave a derisive squawk and halted mid-air, jostling me a bit. I had to resist the urge to latch onto his neck, even though I know I'm very tightly secured in the saddle I'm sitting in.

He spread his wings out widely and proudly and beat them hard in the air, gales of wind visible warping the sky in front of me from the sheer power behind the wing beats.

I chuckled, "Alright, alright, my bad." I apologised.

He's affronted I'd even think him incapable of it just because of what he did earlier apparently.

You know, it's weird how good I'm getting at understanding my pokemon.

Nodding, pleased, Fearow spread his wings and began scything through the air once more towards our destination.

I'd long since mapped it out, and figured out the coordinates for where it was just like Dragonite Island in preparation for this day.

All said and done, it actually didn't take very long at all to reach our destination, especially not with how fast Fearow can fly.

I mean, Ash and co had no problem getting there quick after all in a simple row boat.

It was enough to show the place wasn't that far off from Cinnabar. I remembered that they met that Wartortle at the beginning on the beach as well, and from there got a general direction.

From there, I just looked over the maps to find the closest island from that direction that was big enough so sustain a decently large population of pokemon.

Simple and easy.

And it only took twenty minutes to get there. Granted, more than half of that was more actually finding the island itself and not travel time, but still, it was good time.

"Yes!" I hissed, a feeling of victory rushing through my veins as I looked down upon the island from directly above.

The sun was beginning to set and light was fading into dusk, but even so, the island wasn't all that big, and I had a clear view of multiple Squirtle and Wartortle spread all around the island.

And the biggest prize of all that I saw, the main guy I'm here for, the Blastoise was perched on a rough looking nest atop some large rocks directly in the centre of the island.

"Take us down." I ordered Fearow, my hand going to my belt and taking up three of them between my fingers.

"Row." Fearow nodded and a moment later we descended, landing smack dab right in the middle of the densest grouping of Squirtle and Wartortle going about their day.

There had to be at least twenty of them.

They noticed us quickly, all stopping to stare at me in curiosity.

"Come out Victreebel, Bellossom, Milotic!" I called out, tossing the pokeballs up into the air and bringing out the pocket monsters within, "Sleep Powder, Hypnosis!"

In a trio bright bursts of light that illuminated the island, my three pokemon formed into existence.

And jumped straight into action.

"Bella!" with a wide smile, cute little Bellossom hopped and spun in the air, the red flowers on her adorable head rotating and unleashing a mist of sparkling blue powder that swept over multiple Squirtle and Wartortle, the water types succumbing quickly and slumping over asleep before they even realised what was going on.

While Bellossom took the right, at the same Victreebel gave shrieking howl and bent over facing the left, exhaling and expunging a similar, yet bigger cloud of Sleep Powder spores through the air.

The Squirtle and Wartortle on that side fell asleep just the same.

That was enough to spurn the rest into action. Panic filled the assembled the remaining turtle pokemon and they turned tail and tried to flee deeper into the island.

They didn't get far, cries of dismay erupting from the lead Wartortle's throat as red ringed waves of akin to sonar waves swept over them as Milotic used her Hypnosis attack.

And they fell asleep just the same.

"Man, sleep status is bullshit broken man." I laughed, pulling my backpack from my shoulders and unzipping it.

"Wartortle!" I heard a cry of anger from behind me that made me pause and I looked over my shoulder just in time to see one final Wartortle still awake, shooting through the air towards me, head first, covered in blazing white aura of power.

Skull Bash, huh?

Nice.

It wouldn't amount to much though.

I didn't even need to issue any orders. Fearow swivelled around, one wing erupting with an ominous dark power and lashed out at the Wartortle just as it reached us.

The ground shook as the water type was slammed into it, hard.

"…War…" it groaned, and feebly tried to push itself up.

It never got the chance.

Fearow slammed another Throat Chop into its back, and the middle stage water pokemon fell limp.

Hmm, that one had some spunk to it.

I'll keep that in mind, just in case the Blastoise is a dud.

I slipped free from the saddle on Fearow's back and reached into my backpack, grabbing up pokeballs and one by one, starting with the Wartortle defeated by Fearow just now, began catching the mass of sleeping Squirtle and Wartortle.

"Good job guys," I praised them all, bringing their attention to me, "We're not done yet though." I quickly added before all three of them swamped me to cuddle.

We can cuddle after I've captured them all.

"Let's find the rest." I said, jerking my chin into the deeper island.

"Bella bella!" Bellossom nodded happily and bounced over to land on my shoulder, while the other three much larger pokemon, too large now to hang over me like they all had when they were smaller, trotted, bounce and slithered behind me, following my lead.

Instead of heading straight into the centre of the island where the Blastoise was, I decided to first circle the outer area of the island and work my way inwards.

It didn't take that long, the place really was only like five hundred feet in diameter. Honestly, the only reason the Blastoise probably didn't notice as we swept around and inwards, picking off and capturing any stray Squirtle and Wartortle we came across, was because of the dense foliage at the centre of the island.

By time we were done and I caught up them all from my estimates, about twenty minutes had passed.

And I've caught a total of twenty five Squirtle and eighteen Wartortle. Quite the hall if I do say so myself. According to Misty, Squirtle went for, at the cheapest, twenty thousand.

So these Squirtle were worth at least five hundred grand in total, probably more though to be honest, because the orange haired girl had expressed during our time together, that she'd only heard of one going for that much once, and in general it was usually closer to between fifty thousand and eighty thousand they went for when being sold.

Not that I plan on selling them to be honest.

It might be a dickish thing, but having so many Squirtle and Wartortle under my ownership? It's a massive flex.

And I do so love flexing.

Not even a Hyper Beam to the face could wipe the massive shit eating grin from my face right now.

With all the lower evolutions taken care of, it was time to go for the main prize. So, with my four pokemon in tow, I headed straight for the centre of the island, pushing through the foliage to reach my destination.

Hmm, I should get some more camping gear.

And a machete.

No.

Two machetes, for dual wielding action.

Foliage will rue they day it dared hamper the path of the great Jord.

Blastoise came into sight a moment later, and I whistled. He's a big boy for sure. The great big blue skinned turtle wasn't quite asleep, but idly relaxing it.

My impressed whistle was enough to jolt it fully awake, its eyes fluttered wide open with a couple of blinks and then locked on to me, before narrowing.

A second later, it rose straight up to its feet, and like I said, he's a big boy. Easily over seven feet tall and wider than I was tall as well. A metallic thunking noise resounding from its shell, and from the holes at its shoulders, twin shining cannons longer than my arms and thicker than both of my legs together shifted into view.

"Blast!?" Blastoise thundered, cannons cocking and aiming at me.

Milotic's mouth pulled up into a snarl and Victreebel shrieked angrily at the fully evolved water pokemon.

In response, Blastoise growled, and a second later, twin massive jets of water erupted from its cannons shooting directly for me!

They never reached though.

A shimmering spherical green barrier swirled into existence around us, the twin jets of water slamming into it with thunderous force and grinding into the barrier, but failing to penetrate all the same.

"Good job Fearow!" I praised, flashing the big bird a thumbs up, he was getting really fast in deploying that now.

Fearow grinned back at me with his massive beak, and let the barrier drop. As soon as he did, I pointed at the Blastoise, "Victreebel, you're up!" I decided quickly.

He and Bellossom are more support, so they don't battle much. This will be good for him.

Victreebel bounced in place, before leaping forward towards Blastoise with a joyful shriek.

So cute with his venus-fly trap like mouth and ear drum piercing shrieks.

"Razor Leaf!" I commanded.

Whipping his leafy arms while mid-air, Victreebel unleashed a rapid fire bevvy of large razor sharp leaf projectiles.

They tore through the air rapidly, and Blastoise's eyes widened. The huge turtle quickly retreated into its shell, the huge carapace gleaming slightly.

A sound like dozens of swords slashing against a steel wall ran out, with a-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick.

The shell stood strong against the barrage of attacks.

Briefly.

Bit by bit the huge shell was forced back and back, before being carried back through the air itself and slammed into a tree from the sheer force of the attacks slicing into the shell.

The tree snapped at the middle and fell backwards, while Blastoise slumped out of its shell with a groan, shaking its huge head and pushing itself up.

Heh, Victreebel and Bellossom may not be main fighters like most of my pokemon, but, that isn't because they're weak. No, they train just like all the rest of my pokemon. It's preference, not lack of strength.

They just love cuddling and playing over blood pumping battle.

"Blast!" Blastoise roared as it regained its bearings and lumbered forward before throwing itself into a lunge, a familiar roaring white aura of power, much larger than the one that surrounded the Wartortle from earlier exploding into existence around its body.

Rocketing through the air with Skull Bash, Blastoise aimed to mow Victreebel down and push on straight through to me and the rest of my pokemon, not backing down at all.

Good.

I liked that.

This turtle had some big balls to it.

"Dodge it, then Vine Whip!" I countered.

Victreebel at my order, bounced in place and then shot into the air, shooting straight above Blastoise and letting the huge water type pass right through Victreebel's previous position.

It didn't stop and continued on with its momentum, eyes meeting mine.

Before it could reach though, multiple vines erupted from Victreebel's neck and struck down like blinding fast serpents.

They as one slammed down into Blastoise's back, missing the shell entirely though and instead expertly and accurately smashing into the back of the huge water types head and slammed it into the ground, cutting off its Skull Bash enhanced momentum.

While it lay there stunned, the vines continued on, slipping around it, one wrapping around Blastoise's neck, two around its legs, two around its arms and one around its mid-section and then Victreebel landed and shrieked, then heaved Blastoise right up into the air despite its huge size and bulk.

"Blaaaaa!?" Blastoise's cried out in shock, eyes flying wide as it rose high up into the air.

To its credit, it was only surprised for a few moments before writhing and struggling with all its strength to break free.

Sadly for it, Victreebel's vines aren't quite so easy to break free from. I'd watched him crush a boulder with just one of them.

"Blaastoise!" with its struggles seeming futile, Blastoise roared once again and my eyebrows rose as its body was consumed by a massive watery aura that rocketed it higher into the air at breakneck speeds.

Aqua Jet?

Well, a pretty good attempt, but mid-air like that, with Victrebeel already rooted, means my pokemon has the most leverage here.

And Blastoise wasn't the physically stronger of the two despite its size.

Victreebel shrieked and pulled, and Blastoise was torn from the air and slammed down into the ground hard enough to quake the ground beneath my feet and create a crater beneath the fully evolved water types body.

And then it was rose back up into the air by Victreebel.

Blastoise shook its head, shaking off the blunt force impact and glared down at Victreebel, "Blast!" opening its mouth, Blastoise fired off a rapid fire barrage of glowing blue bubbles each as big as my head and as fast as bullets.

Victreebel didn't bother dodging or rather, with his position, couldn't really without loosening his grip, the bubbles slammed into Victreebel with explosive force and despite resisting the water attacks, they rocked him noticeably.

Powering through the attacks, Victreebel pulled and slammed Blastoise down into the ground once more. The bubbles continued all the way down until the turtle was slammed into the ground.

"Stun Spore!" I cut in before Victreebel once again lifted the Blastoise up into the air.

What a stubborn and durable turtle.

While Blastoise was shaking off the impact once again, Victreebel obeyed my orders and bent over, mouth facing Blastoise and spat out a massive cloud of orange spores that washed over the downed water type.

They washed over its form and sunk into its body and immediately its tense muscles went slack, its head slumping and even the scowl on its lips slipping away as it was paralysed by Stun Spore.

It wouldn't last long though.

It would be enough though.

It was time to put the training Victreebel and Bellossom had went through with Shiftry to use.

"Sunny Day then Solar Beam!" I ordered.

At my voiced commands, Victreebel rose back up, body glowing with orange-red light, before spitting out an orb of the same coloured energy that shot up into the air and ballooned in size, becoming a miniature sun that lit up the island and cast solar rays directly down upon us all.

Then Victreebel bent over once more, mouth levelled at the paralysed Blastoise. An orb of shimmering golden-white energy spiralled into existence, growing rapidly.

Within two seconds, it was so big it took up all over Victreebel's mouth, which was saying something considering he could easily fit three of me in there.

"B-bla…" Blastoise groaned and its limbs twitched, slowly it began to move and try to push itself up.

It was too late though.

Victreebel's ability after all is Chlorophyll, just like Shiftry.

With a shriek, Victreebel unleashed his attack, the orb of energy erupting into a massive blinding beam that swept over and slammed into and over Blastoise's body.

The attack continued for a few seconds, the roar of the beam drowning out all other sound, and went it finally dyed down, a massive trench had been carved through the ground and directly in the middle of the trench, kneeling on all fours, body scorched and emitting trails of smoke was Blastoise.

"Blaaaa!" its eyes glared straight at Victreebel and beyond, straight into my eyes.

It still hadn't gone down yet!?

Holy shit, this thing might be as durable as Gary's Wartortle!

Still, another round of Raz-

The glare left Blastoise's eyes and it sighed, before its eyes rolled up into the back of its head and the huge turtle collapsed face first into the dirt unconscious.

…Well that was anti-climactic.

Still, pretty impressive of it nonetheless.

Quickly palming a pokeball, I wasted no time in rushing over to the Blastoise and tapping the red and white sphere to its comatose form.

The ball clicked open and fired out a beam of red light that swept over the huge pokemon, and seconds later it was pulled inside, the ball clicking shut and vibrating lightly in my hand.

A few moments later, a familiar ping of success, the forty seventh I've heard today actually rang out from the ball as the capture succeeded and Blastoise became mine.

I stared at the pokeball for a moment, before grinning and sticking it to my belt. Thankfully, my pokedex has the transfer system that allows for the transference of pokeballs to Viridian City, though I can't call them to me without a transfer machine.

No idea how my phone has that capability to be honest, but, there's no answers I can find for how it changed, so I just gotta roll with it.

Anyway, thanks to that handy dandy feature, I'd already sent all the Squirtle and Wartortle I'd caught off to Viridian City.

'Nurse Joy is gonna end up pulling her hair out.' I couldn't help but chuckle.

I'll need to do something nice for her. Sure, the league provides funds for sponsors looking after pokemon, and the sponsor got a small little bonus added on for each pokemon they looked after, and with all the pokemon I've got Nurse Joy is bound to be making a pretty penny off of me-

But I still dumped forty four pokemon on her to look after today. Gyarados, Dragonite and Blastoise will be sticking with me for now until I get them on board with the grind train.

Shaking my head, I made my away over to Victreebel, "Good job mate, You took him down solo!" I praised.

I had to spread my arms wide to catch the huge plant pokemon as he launched at me.

Thankfully, while awkwardly shaped, he's much lighter than Golem so I could hold him mid-air as he nuzzled me without falling on my ass.