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Chapter no.25 Austin's Precautions
🕑 Added 2024-07-24 19:23:58 +0000 UTCThe next day, Austin found himself standing in front of the Pewter City Indoor Climbing Center, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. He had spent the night strategizing and sketching out ways to train his Pokémon that didn’t rely on battling alone, and this idea had taken root like a stubborn tree. If his team was going to tackle the treacherous caves of Mt. Moon—and whatever Team Rocket nonsense was lurking ahead—they needed to sharpen more than their moves. They needed agility, coordination, and teamwork.
And what better way to simulate rocky, uneven terrain than climbing?
He’d heard about the climbing center in passing from a couple of trainers at the Pokémon Center the other day and made a mental note. Now, standing in front of the glass doors with his team gathered at his feet, he adjusted his cap and took a deep breath as he pushed open the doors, stepping into the cavernous gym.
The first thing that struck him was how massive the space was. Expansive walls stretched high above him, covered in colorful climbing holds that formed intricate routes. Some looked deceptively simple, the kind you’d find on a playground rock wall, while others seemed downright impossible, with overhangs and tiny nubs that practically sneered at gravity. Skylights bathed the room in natural light, and the air smelled faintly of chalk dust. The occasional sound of climbers scaling walls, the slap of hands against holds, and rustling chalk bags filled the space.
“Whoa,” Austin breathed, glancing around. “This place is insane.”
“Pi…ka…” Pikachu murmured beside him, tilting his head as he gazed up at a climber halfway up a particularly daunting wall. Spearow, with his wing still in a cast, ruffled his feathers irritably, already annoyed at the prospect of being stuck as an observer.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Austin teased the bird with a smirk. “I didn’t put you in the cast. You’re here to supervise.”
Spearow responded with a sharp squawk.
At the front desk, a young woman with cropped hair and a bright smile greeted him with enthusiasm that was borderline disarming. “Hi! Welcome to Pewter City Indoor Climbing Center. How can I help you today?”
“I’d like to register for climbing classes,” Austin said confidently, leaning an arm on the counter like he’d been planning this for weeks—which, in a way, he had. “I heard there’s a weekly fee?”
“That’s right!” she said, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she brought up the registration screen. “It’s 1000 Pokédollars per week. Oh, and you’ll need a Flying-type Pokémon for safety reasons.”
“Why a Flying-type?” he asked, though he already had a good idea. He figured it would be good to play along and get the details straight.
The woman gestured toward one of the walls, where an older man—a coach, by the looks of it—was scaling the wall with a Pidgeot hovering nearby. The bird’s sharp eyes followed his every move, its wings flaring occasionally to keep close to the climber. “Flying-types act as safety monitors,” she explained. “If a climber falls or gets stuck, the Pokémon can assist.”
“Got it,” Austin said, glancing at Spearow. “He might not be happy about it, but I’ve got a Flying-type.”
“Great!” she said brightly. “You’re all set, then. Classes start in about an hour. Feel free to check out the facilities and meet the coach if you’d like.”
“Sounds good.” He gave her a thumbs-up before signaling to his team, who were already inching toward the climbing walls with wide-eyed curiosity. “Alright, guys, let’s scope it out.”
Austin spent the next hour familiarizing himself with the gym. The walls were categorized by difficulty, with the beginner section on the far left and the expert routes—with their insane overhangs—on the right. He watched the climbers, paying close attention to their techniques and the way their Pokémon assisted them. A group of trainers practiced on a smaller wall meant for Pokémon, which had been designed to mimic natural rocky terrain. It was perfect.
As he made mental notes, the coach from earlier approached him. The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with a rugged but approachable demeanor that instantly put Austin at ease.
“You must be the new guy,” the coach said, extending a hand. “Name’s Cole. First time climbing?”
“Yeah,” Austin admitted, shaking his hand. “I’m Austin.”
“Good to meet you, Austin.” Cole gave his gear a quick once-over before nodding approvingly. “You’re all set. Let’s get you started on a beginner route.”
“Sounds good,” Austin said, turning to his Pokémon. “Alright, team, watch and learn. I’m going up first.”
Austin’s first attempt… did not go as planned.
He reached for a hold that was clearly out of his range, missed by a mile, and ended up swinging wildly from the rope. Spearow squawked indignantly, flapping his good wing to steady the rope, only to get tangled in the process.
From the ground, Pikachu and the others watched with varying degrees of concern. Vee’s ears flattened against his head, and his tail flicked nervously. Rattata let out a squeaky laugh that only she found funny, while Pikachu crossed his arms, looking equal parts worried and unimpressed.
“Alright, alright,” Austin muttered as he steadied himself. “Let’s take it slow this time.”
By his second attempt, Austin was starting to find his rhythm. With Cole’s guidance, he learned to rely on his legs more than his arms and to plan his moves instead of scrambling aimlessly. As he climbed higher, he felt his confidence grow, the initial fear fading into focus.
When he finally reached the top, he let out a triumphant laugh, holding onto the final hold for a moment before letting Cole lower him back down.
“Nice work,” Cole said, clapping him on the back. “You’ve got potential.”
“Thanks,” Austin said, grinning. He turned to his team, whose expressions ranged from excited to relieved. That’s when an idea struck him.
“Hey, Cole, do you let Pokémon climb too? You know, for training?”
Cole’s face lit up. “Absolutely! We’ve got a whole section for that.”
“What do you guys think? Ready to climb?”
The Pokémon buzzed with excitement, their enthusiasm practically contagious—except for Spearow, who glared at everyone with a look that could curdle milk, clearly dreading the extra effort this would undoubtedly require.
The room was quiet now, save for the sound of Austin’s slow, steady breaths. After several hours of grueling rock climbing and teamwork exercises with his Pokémon, he barely managed to drag himself to the bed. The moment his body hit the mattress, a deep, exhausted sigh escaped him. The bed felt like heaven—soft and inviting, as though it had been waiting all day just for him. Every muscle in his body ached in that satisfying, post-workout kind of way, like the ache had meaning.
As he stared up at the ceiling, he muttered, “If this bed could marry me, I’d say yes.”
Across the room, the Pokémon were gathered in their own little huddle. Pikachu was happily munching on an apple he’d snuck from dinner, while Rattata and Vee seemed to be engaged in some kind of playful competition—Austin couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it involved darting around the room, dodging imaginary obstacles. Spearow, however, sat off to the side, feathers fluffed up and his cast still wrapped securely around his wing. He looked about as thrilled as a Murkrow stuck in a sunny field.
Austin turned his head just enough to catch Spearow’s glare—the bird’s signature mix of judgment and disdain. If looks could talk, this one would be saying: This is all your fault, you human disaster.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Austin said, his voice muffled by the pillow. “But hey, you pulled through. I told you it’d be worth it.”
Spearow tilted his head skeptically, but Austin just smirked and reached over to the nightstand. His fingers brushed against the cool surface of the Boulder Badge, and he grabbed it. Holding it up, he studied the badge in the dim light. It gleamed faintly, its rugged, rock-like design a symbol of everything they’d worked for.
“Here,” Austin said, leaning forward and gently placing the badge in front of Spearow. “You earned it.”
The rest of the team immediately perked up, their heads snapping toward the badge like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Pikachu stopped mid-bite, Rattata froze mid-pounce, and even Vee, who was usually the calmest, looked wide-eyed and curious. They all turned to look at Austin as if to say, Wait, really?
“Come on,” Austin said with a grin. “The grumpy bird deserves it. He worked his tail feathers off, literally.”
Spearow’s sharp eyes narrowed, flicking between Austin and the shiny object on the floor. Slowly, cautiously, he hopped forward, his talons clicking softly against the floor. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out with his beak, lightly tapping the badge.
The reaction was immediate. A soft, grayish aura began to swirl around Spearow, like mist curling through the air. The room seemed to grow just a little quieter, as though holding its breath. The transformation was subtle but undeniable. Spearow’s feathers smoothed out, his stance grew more upright and confident, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp, vibrant energy. He let out a low caw, testing the newfound strength coursing through him.
The other Pokémon stared in awe. But then, as the excitement settled, Austin caught the flicker of disappointment in their expressions. Pikachu scratched behind one ear awkwardly, Rattata’s tail flicked with a faint pout, and Vee’s ears drooped ever so slightly.
Austin sighed, sitting up fully now. “Alright, alright, don’t look at me like that. You think I forgot about you guys?” He reached into his bag and pulled out the TM cube Flint had given him. “How about we try out some new moves, huh?”
That was all it took. Pikachu and Rattata practically bounced in excitement, and even Vee’s ears perked back up. Spearow, still basking in his aura upgrade, gave them a smug little side-eye as if to say, Good luck topping that.
Austin recalled each Pokémon into their Pokéballs, one by one, and placed the capsules into the TM cube. The device hummed softly, a gentle vibration running through his hands as it activated. A faint glow filled the room, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
He leaned back, watching in fascination. “Man, TMs are wild,” he muttered to himself. He’d always thought they were cool in the games, but seeing them work in real life was something else. It was like the device was transferring a piece of knowledge—an actual, living memory of the move—directly into the Pokémon. The process reminded him of downloading software, only way more sci-fi.
When the cube finally went quiet, Austin opened each Pokéball, releasing his team back into the room. They blinked at him expectantly, eager to see what they’d gained.
Austin grabbed his Pokédex to check. “Alright, let’s see what we’ve got.”
He scanned Rattata first. “Hidden Power: Dark,” he read aloud. Rattata grinned, her sharp teeth glinting as if she already had ideas for how to use it. “Nice,” Austin said with a nod.
Next was Pikachu. “Hidden Power: Grass. Huh. That’ll give us some coverage for those pesky Rock-types, buddy.” Pikachu puffed out his chest proudly.
Finally, Austin turned to Vee. He paused. “Hidden Power: Normal,” he said, frowning slightly. That was weird. Hidden Power: Normal wasn’t possible in the games. Something didn’t add up.
He decided to experiment. Vee into Flareon, then checked the pokedex. To his surprise, the move shifted—now it was Hidden Power: Fire. His mind raced. He had to test it further. He watched Vee become a Vaporeon, and sure enough, Hidden Power changed again—this time to Hidden Power: Water. Then, it became Hidden Power: Electric when Vee evolved into Jolteon.
What the hell? Hidden Power was adapting to each evolution. This wasn’t how it worked in the games, and Austin’s mind started spinning with theories. Could it be linked to the elemental affinity of each Eeveelution? Was there something about how the move interacted with the transformation process?
He was just starting to piece together some thoughts when his stomach growled, loud enough to break his concentration. It was almost comical. Here he was, uncovering something that could be a huge breakthrough, and his body was reminding him of more pressing matters.
“Let’s eat fast so we can eat again!” he said to no one in particular, a grin spreading across his face.
Food first, theories later.
Comments
Muhammad Hasnain
Yes
Banana19
But can it do both battle and keeping the communication line going? That is a pretty big deal.
Muhammad Hasnain
Okay got it. Well V1 gave that role to Munna, looks like Espeon is going to get that role in V2
Banana19
If you are asking about ‘war room’ then you can think of it like this. Essentially in V1 of this fic, you have created a space with that psychic Pokemon, where he is in touch with all of his Pokemon simultaneously and provide instructions simultaneously to all of his Pokemon. Think of it like souse chef giving instructions in a busy restaurant during peak business time. It will be chaotic as so many instructions fly around simultaneously but the everyone understands their role and the job gets done.
Muhammad Hasnain
For now, Austin can't retaliate against Team rocket in terms of battling 1v1 but this isn't a tournament and he doesn't exactly need to play fairly i.e hence why he bought a taser gun. Actual guns are illegal so yeah, he can't exactly legally buy or own it. Legally. The next portion of your comment is confusing me so I have no response to that. Also, in an hour or 2 I'll release the next chapters 2 to be exact since I don't want to leave you with a cliffhanger
Banana19
Can Ash even retaliate against TR? Even if we omit MewTwo, the Pokemon they have are powerful and they also have too many grunts in their ranks. To contest against TR, Ash needs to have formidable Pokemon and they should each battle on their without his input or he should create a war room where he can give instructions at highspeed. We create war room during holiday season. It is just a centralized room where managers give instructions rapidly to developers and prod members.
