Chương 21: Chapter no.20 Battle Style
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Night had enveloped Pewter City in its quiet embrace as Austin found himself in the communication room, eagerly awaiting a response from the other end of the line. The screen flickered to life, revealing a weary-looking Professor Oak.
"Hello, who is it?" Oak asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Professor, I think you need some sleep."
"It's nothing, my boy. I was just reviewing my student's dissertation for his doctoral approval," Oak replied, attempting to dismiss his fatigue with a wave of his hand.
"Well, I am sure he will pass."
"I am sure Elm would be happy to hear that. Now, is there a reason you called?"
"Yes, I wanted to ask if you could tell me how I can teach my Pokémon Iron Tail and Steel Wing," Austin got straight to the point, his fingers nervously tapping on the tabletop.
"A simple simulation exercise should do the trick," the old professor yawned, his eyes heavy.
"I am not sure what that is."
"Do you know what Instinctive moves are?" Oak shifted in his chair, leaning toward the screen.
Austin nodded.
"Now, how does one unlock them?"
"Battle."
"Yes, but that's not the full picture. Think of it like this: in a high stress scenario, the body releases adrenaline for a flight or fight response in humans. In Pokémon, the flight or fight response manifests in the form of an ideal Instinctive move," Oak explained, his voice growing steadier.
Austin's eyes widened as he remembered how Spearow unlocked Assurance. It was the ideal move, considering that Spearow was battle-damaged and, since this world didn't have levels, unlocking new moves through this ideal response made sense.
"So, by simulation exercise, you mean I create a situation where Iron Tail or Steel Wing are the ideal response?"
"Exactly," Professor Oak nodded, impressed by how sharp the once deemed 'knucklehead boy from Pallet' had become.
"How do I need to do this?"
"I'll send you a book," Professor Oak said as he got up and left, a minute later he came back and began tapping something on the keyboard.
Suddenly the printer-like box next to the computer glowed, signaling activity.
"Open it."
Austin carefully extracted the two pages from the teleporter, the title "Unlocking Moves: Johto Edition" glimmering under the soft lighting of the room.
"Professor, what are these?"
"These pages detail ways you can unlock Steel Wing and Iron Tail," Professor Oak explained.
"Yeah, but why are these just pages?"
"I don't know; that's how they are sold. You can probably buy them at a PokéMart, but they are expensive," Oak responded with a shrug.
"What isn't expensive in this world?"
Professor Oak just shrugged again in response. Austin made a mental note to compile a list of moves he needed to teach his Pokémon, perhaps even purchasing some of these methods if finances allowed.
"So, how's your life as a trainer?" Professor Oak shifted the conversation.
"Hard but enjoyable."
"That's the spirit. Any plans?"
"For now, I am training for Brock and waiting for my ID to come."
"That's good. Any new Pokémon caught? Gary caught 20 by now," Oak mentioned casually.
"Let me guess, he dumped most of them into the ranch," Austin said, a slight edge to his voice.
"You don't like it?"
"I just don't like this idea that you take a Pokémon from its home and don't have the decency to even bond with it."
"You've changed," Professor Oak noted, a trace of surprise in his tone as he watched Austin's expression stiffen.
"H-How so."
"Remember the bet between you and Gary."
Austin slowly nodded.
"The catching Pokémon one."
"Yes, but in just a matter of days, you've changed," Oak observed, his words hanging in the air.
"I-I guess having the responsibility of a trainer helped me for the better, but I am still the same old me," Austin managed to say, scratching the back of his head and laughing awkwardly.
"Of course," Oak chuckled, his response bringing a brief relief to Austin. "So, any new Pokémon?"
"I caught an Eevee," Austin replied, ready with the story he had rehearsed.
"How?"
"There was this old couple in the Viridian Forest. I helped them when they were attacked by some Beedrills, and they gave me an Eevee."
"Wow, what a generous couple."
Austin nodded, relieved that the story held up.
"Well, time is ticking, and I still have a dozen pages more to cover, so I'll bid you farewell, my boy. And know this, you are doing great as a trainer. Also, try to call your mother, she'll love to hear about your adventures," Oak concluded, his face disappearing as the screen went black.
Austin released a sigh of relief as the communication ended.
That was a close one, he initially thought, his lips pursing unconsciously with the effort of keeping his emotions in check.
But as he continued to reflect, a nagging doubt crept in.
But was it really? he questioned himself. Professor Oak and Delia had no reason to suspect that he wouldn't change; after all, unlike Ash from the anime, who quickly found Misty, he bore the weight of leading his entire team alone.
He closed his eyes, allowing the echo of Oak's suggestion to resonate within him. Try to call your mother; she'll love to hear about your adventures.
Each word tugged at a string of guilt within him.
Interacting with Delia was a complex affair for Austin; he found it strange to play the role of a son, a role that felt more like a performance than reality.
A deep sigh escaped him as he wrestled with his thoughts.
I don't want to feel this way, he admitted to himself.
The idea of cutting off communication entirely crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it.
Excommunication felt wrong, too harsh and final for his uneasy conscience.
Let's just try to build up a connection with Delia so that at least she's happy, Austin resolved, shifting slightly as he made the decision. I'll try to at least be a better son than Ash for you, he silently promised, though the words were more for himself than anyone else.
Deep down, the boy knew his own longing for human connection in a new world that had become his new reality. He needed a shoulder to lean on, and perhaps subconsciously, he hoped that shoulder could be in the form of a mother.
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Austin sipped his coffee sluggishly as he sat in the park, the sky still cloaked in pre-dawn darkness.
Around him, Pikachu, Rattata, and Vee were half-asleep, barely aware of the morning chill. Only Spearow was fully awake, perched alertly on a nearby branch.
They were up at the ungodly hour of 5 AM for a specific reason: to unlock the moves Iron Tail and Steel Wing for his Pokémon. The method, however, was daunting.
First, the Pokémon had to exhaust all their moves. Then, they had to brace their muscles while the trainer hit their tail or wing with a steel rod several times. After that, they would engage in battle with a weight attached to the tail, which supposedly would help unlock the desired move.
"Spearow, wake them up, please, so that I don't get an abuse case because of this," Austin mumbled, his eyelids drooping.
Obliging, Spearow let out a call loud as a rooster's crow, startling the trio awake. "Good," Austin said, his head bobbing as he fought the urge to sleep.
"Spearow!" the bird chirped again, a bit too enthusiastically.
"I'm awake, I'm awake," Austin grumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"Spearow!"
"Okay, now you're doing this on purpose, mister," Austin said with a pointed look, though Spearow seemed quite proud of its antics.
Turning to the now slightly annoyed trio, Austin asked, "Who wants to go first?"
Rattata jumped forward eagerly as Austin pulled out his Pokédex to check her moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Focus Energy, Quick Attack, and Bite.
"Do them one by one until you can't," he instructed.
Rattata nodded and began her routine, quickly exhausting her moveset.
This was because Pokémon moves relied on a special type of energy within their bodies called Pokemon Power but abbreviated as PP.
Austin had facepalmed when he had read that.
Picking up the metal rod, Austin looked at his exhausted little Rattata.
He couldn't bring himself to strike her tail. "Pikachu, you be the abusive drunk."
"Pika?"
Pikachu was clearly confused by the odd request but complied, slamming the rod against Rattata's purple tail.
Austin winced as her tail flickered with a glow.
"Okay, next step," Austin said quickly, his resolve firming. He grabbed a stone and wrapped it around Rattata's tail, his stomach churning slightly. "If it hurts..."
"Rattata," the purple Pokémon called out, pointing a claw at Pikachu and then motioning through her neck.
Pikachu nervously giggled.
"Well, you two have fun."
Austin sat on the park bench, his posture relaxed yet his mind racing with thoughts for the next few days.
The cool morning air brushed against his face, carrying the fresh scent of dew-laden grass, providing a calm backdrop to his intense thoughts. He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, gazing absently at the battle between the two.
We have four days to prepare.
Back on Earth, Austin was a competitive Pokémon player, having clinched victories in local tournaments. His experience had taught him the importance of adopting a specific battle style. Unlike Ash Ketchum's aggressive and unpredictable approach, Austin favored a more balanced style.
Now, free from the confines of the games, Austin realized the vast possibilities that lay ahead. He could weave more complex strategies into his battle plans, an aspect he had always wished was more prevalent in the anime—combo moves.
He vividly remembered Ash's battle against Maylene in Sinnoh, where Buizel had impressively combined Water Pulse and Aqua Jet— a strategy that had left a significant impression on him. The potential of using such combinations excited him, stirring ideas of inventive battle strategies in his mind.
Lost in thought, Austin was suddenly jolted back to the present as Pikachu zipped over his head, a blur of yellow energy.
"Pika!"
Turning his attention to the field, Austin's eyes widened in delight. Rattata stood proudly, her tail glistening with a metallic sheen—she had successfully unlocked Iron Tail.
Nice, now let's create our first combo move.
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[ Author Note: If you guys have any combos you want to add to the story, shout them out in the comments but under these rules:
1- There should be an effect — both on the enemy and on the self.
2- There should be a limitation.
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