Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Impressive Battle? Gotcha!
Bang!
"Aaaang!"
Before Gyarados could react, its massive head slammed hard into the ground.
"Bzzzt-bzzzt~"
Elekid gracefully landed back on the ground and without hesitation, launched a barrage of punches and kicks at the downed Gyarados, treating it like a living punching bag.
"Aaaang!"
The relentless attacks left Gyarados in both pain and fury. Drawing upon its Flying-type power, it unleashed a ferocious Hurricane from its mouth.
The storm raged indiscriminately, damaging friend and foe alike. While it caused some self-inflicted harm, the Hurricane successfully struck Elekid, sweeping it up into the air.
Seizing the opportunity, Gyarados unleashed a powerful Hydro Pump, a torrent of water as thick as a barrel, hitting the airborne Elekid directly and inflicting damage.
"Bzzzt-bzzzt~"
Using the force of the Hydro Pump, Elekid barely managed to break free from the storm's grip, hovering in midair using its magnetic field. It stared intently at Gyarados, raising one hand to gather its energy. A glowing Focus Blast formed and shot toward Gyarados.
Unfazed, Gyarados retaliated with another Hydro Pump, directly countering the incoming Focus Blast.
The two moves clashed midair, resulting an explosive burst of water vapor that momentarily obscured the battlefield.
As the mist cleared, Elekid's figure disappeared from Gyarados's sight.
"Bzzt-bzzt~"
That familiar sound rang out again. Gyarados instinctively turned its head, only to be met with a more powerful Focus Blast hitting it square in the face.
Boom!
The impact left Gyarados momentarily dazed.
Before it could recover, Elekid descended from the sky with a devastating Brick Break, striking Gyarados squarely on the head. The final blow knocked Gyarados to the ground, leaving it unconscious.
However this time, Gyarados did not return to Paul's Poké Ball. In fact, Paul himself was nowhere to be seen.
Hidden among the rocks, a round little Pokémon trembled with excitement, watching Elekid triumph over Gyarados. Its eyes sparkled with admiration.
"Enjoying the battle?"
A cold voice startled the small Pokémon, which eagerly turned to share its excitement.
But as it turned, it was met with Paul's cold, stoic face and flowing purple hair.
"Gib?"
The little Pokémon's expression changed instantly. Startled, it jumped and began digging furiously to escape.
"Following me all day and still trying to run?"
Paul swiftly grabbed the fleeing Pokémon midair. The rough texture of its skin pricked his hand, causing him to grimace in pain and nearly toss it away.
Despite the discomfort, Paul held on carrying the little Pokémon out of the rocky terrain.
"Ur?"
"Blissey?"
"Bzzt-bzzt?"
Paul's three Pokémon searching for their trainer, turned toward the commotion and saw him carrying a small, round, deep-blue Pokémon with arms and legs—a Gible.
"Gib-gib!"
The Gible wriggled restlessly in Paul's grip, its disproportionately large mouth letting out loud cries, seemingly protesting to be let go.
"Ursaring, it's your problem now."
Paul unceremoniously tossed the prickly Gible toward his Ursaring.
The small Pokémon, a Gible, was no ordinary creature. Native to Sinnoh, it was a pseudo-legendary species known for its late bloom into immense power.
Yet here it was, treated like a hot potato and casually thrown into Ursaring's arms.
Initially, Ursaring thought it was an easy task. But as soon as it tried to hold the squirming Gible steady, the rough skin pricked its thick hide causing discomfort. Ursaring could only endure, given its toughness.
It then noticed Paul's hand, red and raw, almost bleeding from handling the Gible.
"Poké Ball, go."
Ignoring the pain, Paul used a Poké Ball to capture the fainted Gyarados.
"Not worth the training. I don't need you."
Paul scanned the Poké Ball with his Pokédex. After confirming the information, he decided to temporarily keep the Gyarados, while releasing a previously caught Shellos back into the wild.
Finally, Paul turned his attention to the small Pokémon that had been following him.
"Gib! Gib! Gib!"
Gible thrashed wildly in Ursaring's grasp.
However, given that Gible was far weaker than Elekid, there was no way it could escape from Ursaring's hold.
"Ha~"
Suddenly, Gible stopped struggling. Its gaze locked with Paul's as he crouched to meet its eyes. The two exchanged a silent, profound understanding.
"Let it go, Ursaring."
After a brief moment, Paul stood up, completely unbothered by the thought of Gible running away.
Trusting its trainer, Ursaring released the prickly Pokémon.
"Gib~ Gib~"
Now back on the ground, Gible seemed calmer.
Scanning the other Pokémon, Gible waddled over to Elekid, gazing up at it with stars in its eyes.
"Bzzt-bzzzt?"
Elekid, confused by its sudden admirer, scratched its head. But that didn't stop it from puffing out its chest in pride.
"Bzzzt-bzzt!"
Alright, from now on, you're my first little minion!
If you need anything, just come to your big brother!
Elekid felt an overwhelming sense of self-importance, placing its hand on Gible's rough skin in a patronizing manner.
"Gib~"
Big brother! Teach me how to fly!
Gible looked at Elekid with admiration, flapping its tiny arms as if trying to take off.
"Bzzzt?!"
Elekid was stunned. So you only admire me because you want a ride?
"Gib~"
Gible swayed its body, glancing at the sky longingly before refocusing on Elekid.
To Gible, a Pokémon that could float without wings was nothing short of miraculous.
Elekid finally understood. Gible didn't want a ride—it wanted to learn how to fly.
Generously, Elekid nodded. If you're my minion, teaching you is no problem!
Except… I can't teach you that!
Elekid studied the dusty little Pokémon before it. Given its attributes and abilities, there was no way it could easily learn Magnet Rise.
Unable to deliver, Elekid faced its first-ever credibility crisis.
Caught in Gible's expectant gaze, Elekid fell silent.
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