The Beginning Of A New Ally

"Koffing, let's leave it there." The boy said, looking at the koffing that was sweating.

its poison gas mastery must have gone up by quite a bit as the boy examined the tree with interest.

when he had started practising 5 hours ago, this tree was barely even touched by koffings poison gas, but now a large portion of the thick bark withered under the constant practice of koffings poison gas.

the boy hummed a mellow song, before looking at Koffing.

"Come on."

Koffing nodded, floating behind its trainer.

they had made camp in a cave not so far away, but there was a group of zubat they needed to exterminate to fully live in it. as such, the boy came here every day to train.

slowly walking back, the boy made sure to use his sensitive hearing to hear any unusual sounds of any pokemon wanting to ambush them.

hearing nothing, the boy simply sighed, before walking into the hedges with his koffin on hand.

the only reason why he had joined this was to save his sick sister from the debt sharks that were common in this area. his dad owed a lot of money to them, but he went and committed suicide after his father's death.

slowly walking back, the boy heard something, his eyes open.

retreating backwards, the boy quickly saw a dagger flash into his eyes, causing a look of shock to envelop them

a young boy, not much older than him. his black hair and black eyes showed tiredness, much like him. it was like he was looking into an abyss. the boy shared the same look as his father, who wanted nothing more than his next drink. but that smile... no, that wasn't human. it was a smile devoid of all pity a normal human being should possess. instead of a sorrowful frown, it was a twisted dark smile, one that could send shivers down the spine of even him.

landing backwards, the boy opposed to him commented

"You have good reflexes."

I pulled out my dagger, the ordinary type much like his.

"Koffing, use poison gas!"

Koffin used the last of its energy to start to fuel the toxic chemical process in its body required to exhaust the toxic fumes.

"Hmm." The boy opposed to him ran several calculations through his head.

I also took the time to think. his ambush seemed to not work, so it was most likely he would retreat. if he doesn't, I can take advantage of his stupidity and use Koffing's poison gas to kill the boy.

"Hmm, well, another day." The boy opposed to me quickly retreated, which caused a smile to go upon my face.

I had won.

for now.

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that boy seemed like a good prey.

but right now, the boy had decided to test what this blood mist is.

after searching the canopy floor, the boy stumbled upon a small weedle.

perfect.

Weedle liked to stick in big packs to combat their low strength, and sometimes they have fully matured beedrils to take care of them.

but this one seemed like it strayed off from its hive and ended up here.

the boy quickly picked up weedle, before going back to his cave.

tonight was the night he made a move against that boy. it seemed like he was a threat to the boy's standpoint.

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A red mist floated out of the boy's fingers and floated down to the weedle, who wiggled around in an attempt to flee from the red mist.

the red mist penetrated the weedle, seeping into its skin.

the weedle stopped moving and looked towards the boy with pure loyalty in its eyes.

"Oh?" The boy muttered, looking at the weedle that didn't have the intent to kill him anymore.

"Rollover."

the weedle rolled over

"Kill yourself"

the weedle didn't move.

it seemed like the weedle still kept its ego, but its loyalty and memories seemed to have been overwritten.

what a busted power.

but the price he had to pay for it was not something anybody should go through.

his smile turned into a sad frown, before turning back into a twisted smile.

all those times will be worth it.

he wasn't scared of the weedle.

it was a small specimen for a weedle, being smaller than usual, which meant it might of being a runt or underkept.

the boy continued to feed the weedle some more blood mist before something clicked in his body.

a wave of uneasiness filled every crept of his body as he slowly started to lose consciously.

is this the side effect of the power?

the boy's last thought was how Weedle was happily munching down on the blood mist.

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when he woke up, the sky outside was dark, replacing the twilight that the boy had seen before he lost consciousness.

weedle didn't kill him based upon its own accord, which meant it held some loyalty towards him

was the effect temporary, or was it permanent? if it's the latter, it would mean that this power would come in handy.

the boy examined the weedle before realised that it had grown by a few centimetres.

"Nutrients from the blood mist?"

bug type pokemon grow faster than normal to correspond to the threat of older pokemon trying to have it as breakfast.

the boy looked at the small weedle, before saying

"You will be training your stingers today. repeatedly shoot poisons stings at that tree over there. break time is every one hour. failure to do so is death." The boy coldly stated, before walking deeper into the cave.

the weedle nodded, before its stingers nearest to its back legs shot out to the tree around 5 meters away from it.

the boy grabbed some paper he had found in the island garbage and wrote down the test results of weedles training .

pokemon who had blades had something called "Refining potential" which was an idea proposed by a famous professor who dedicated his research to certain aspects of pokemon anatomy.

basically, the more you use something sharp on the pokemon, the sharper it would get with time due to the constant use.

the effect here is to train weedle's range and power of the poison sting , which may be a necessary step once it evolves into beedril, which holds many stingers on its body.

the poor weedle would get death stares when it slacked off, causing it to work earnestly.

the Weedle could easily reach the tree with its poison sting now, but its power was questionable. at most, it was a splinter that could poison people.

the boy also recorded his height, although he didn't have scales for his weight. right now, it was around 0"8, (0.2 metres) which was an upgrade towards its size when he first found it yesterday, which was around 0"6 or 0"7.

"Weedle, come here." The boy beckoned, causing the small caterpillar-like pokemon to trot over.

"You are to secrete your poison into this bottle. I want it filled by this afternoon." The boy said, giving him a 50 milimetre bottle he found in the junkyard.

weedle looked towards its trainer with horror

Hes just too cruel!