Chapter no.9 Good night

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As I left the bank with 5000 Pokédollars in my pocket, headed for the Poké Mart to stock up on essentials, I flipped open the Pokémon Training for Dummies by Jane Peters. I couldn't help but feel the curious glances from passersby. I focused on the book to shake off the attention.

The first section of the book outlined the core staples of training any Pokémon: Knowledge, Diet, and Rest.

Curious, I skipped the part about diet for now—I was more interested in what the book described as the type of training specific to each Pokémon.

The book detailed:

A Pokémon's capabilities can be categorized into specific stats based on their physiology and the average abilities inherent to their species.

It listed several stats:

- Health Points (HP) or Stamina: How much damage a Pokémon can receive before fainting.

- Attack: Often referred to as Physical Attack, this stat partly determines how much damage a Pokémon deals using a physical move.

- Defense: Also known as Physical Defense, this influences how much damage a Pokémon receives when hit with a physical move.

- Special: This is divided into Special Attack and Special Defense, determining the impact of and resistance to special moves.

- Speed: Encompasses the Pokémon's ability to dodge, move, and attack quickly.

I continued reading, intrigued.

"Every Pokémon species has been scientifically shown to have an affinity towards one of these stats. For example, an average Pikachu will always be quicker than it is durable. Therefore, when training, exercises related to enhancing speed should be prioritized over those that increase stamina."

The book included a table that mapped out which species were better suited for what type of training. I scanned the list, noting where each Kanto Pokémon, minus the legendaries, fell.

"Okay, so in the games, stats are like actual numbers, but here, they're more about a Pokémon's natural capabilities ... and I should model my training regimens after these," I realized, nodding to myself. It was a fascinating new angle on how to approach training with Pikachu, Spearow, and Rattata.

"Pika!" Pikachu's tone, filled with awe and curiosity, pulled me from the depths of my book. I glanced up and blinked a few times, readjusting to my surroundings. A passerby caught my eye, prompting me to ask, "Excuse me, but is that the Poké Mart?"

The man pointed at the large sign above a massive building, his expression friendly but amused. I muttered a quick thanks and tried to ignore the flush of embarrassment warming my cheeks. From the outside, the building looked like a Pokémon world version of Costco—massive and bustling.

Walking inside, the resemblance only grew stronger.

The place was vast, with high ceilings and rows upon rows of shelves stocked with everything a Pokémon trainer might need. There were standard items like toys, treats, grooming kits, and various blends of food. More specialized merchandise included fire retardant, hydrophobic, or slash/puncture-resistant pet beds. At the front, behind the checkout counters, a wide glass case displayed the really familiar items—Pokéballs, potions, and metal cubes?

The various aisles were cleverly divided by Pokémon type; with Electric being one of the first, I steered down that aisle first.

Grabbing a cart, I placed Pikachu inside, earning a chirp of delight from him as I began navigating through the aisle, pulling out my shopping list.

It was simple—Pikachu's special battery, a lot of food for dehydration, a basic grooming kit and a few other things.

I paused at the 'League recommended' omnivore Pokémon food blend, my nose wrinkling in distaste as I read the vague description on the back of a smaller bag. Shaking my head, I looked back at Pikachu, who seemed quite content sitting in the cart.

"Nah. I'll just make the food myself," I decided.

As we approached the final stop at the bookshelf, I grabbed a copy of 'Under the Stars: A Modern Guide to Camping' by Emma Clarkson. Feeling well-prepared, Pikachu and I made our way to the checkout. The teen girl behind the counter, clad in a blue apron adorned with a Pokéball logo, quickly stashed away a magazine as we approached. She flashed a practiced, wide smile.

"Find everything okay?"

"Just fine, thanks," I responded, glancing back at the glass case filled with what looked like glowing cubes.

"What are those?"

"TMs," she replied casually as she scanned my items.

"Can I buy one?"

"Hmm." The girl pulled out a card and explained that they had 8 different TMs.

My eyes widened when I saw the price tag; the cheapest TM was 20K.

I didn't even bother checking what moves they contained.

'I can only imagine what sort of hell it must be to be low-income and wanting to be a trainer. I should thank Professor Oak,' I thought grimly.

My gaze then drifted to an advertisement for the Silph Co. bag, which apparently used the same tech as a Pokéball to carry more stuff. It was priced at 8K, payable in instalments at any Poké Mart.

"Which aisle is the Silph Co. bag in?"

"Wow, that's some gift," the girl remarked, looking impressed.

"It's not a gift, but why did you say that?"

"No, it's weird to waste money on a Silph Co. bag when you already have one," she said.

"Pardon?" I asked, confused as I took off my backpack.

"Oh, you didn't turn it on." She tapped the grommet on the bag, and suddenly, the weight of the bag became non-existent. "How?" I stammered, my mind racing.

"Same with the Pokéballs—whole matter to energy and space expanding... thing?" She tried to explain, her hand waving vaguely. "I don't really understand it, but it's bigger on the inside than outside. Somehow."

'Physics be damned then.'

"Your total is 5,600 Pokédollars," she announced, snapping me back to the present.

"Is there like a first-time discount?" I asked, offering my best hopeful smile, with Pikachu doing his part by looking irresistibly cute beside me.

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I had just returned to the Pokémon Center when I was greeted by a commotion at the front. Misty was there, visibly upset and practically screaming.

Concerned, I ran up to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked, trying to gauge the severity of the situation.

Misty turned to me, frustration clear in her expression.

"Team Rocket stole my bike!"

I almost laughed at the irony—her bike saga seemed to be a recurring theme.

But I managed to keep a straight face.

"Uh, I'm sure Officer Jenny will get it back."

"I know, but I was planning on just riding through Viridian Forest as fast as I could," Misty said, crossing her arms.

I shrugged sympathetically. "Well, I hope you get it back soon," I said, preparing to leave.

As I turned to go, a thought crossed my mind. 'Should I ask her to go on a journey with me?' The idea lingered for a moment, but then I quickly dismissed it. 'I'd rather not,' I decided after a few seconds. 'Especially through Viridian Forest with her bug phobia.'

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After hours immersed in the books on camping and training—undoubtedly some of the most fascinating reading I'd ever encountered. If I had found these topics boring, I would have questioned my sanity, because learning how to navigate this entirely different world where Pokemon were my companions was anything but mundane. My eyes felt heavy, and my brain felt like it was swimming through molasses.

"Tta!" The tiny squeak drew my attention away from the books. I turned to see Pikachu, Rattata, and Spearow looking equally tired and sleepy.

"Why don't you three go to sleep? I just have two more pages to read and note down," I suggested, hoping to finish up quickly.

Spearow, however, had other ideas. He fluttered over and pecked at my hand gently.

"Okay, okay, I'll go to sleep, jeez," I yawned, sliding into bed, my eyelids drooping almost instantly.

But just as I was about to drift off, I felt a weight on my stomach and a tickling sensation by my side. I opened my eyes to see Pikachu, curled up like a tiny, breathing ball.

Rattata was nestled to the right of my head.

Spearow, on the other hand, was perched near the still-broken window, giving me a look that seemed to say, 'You thought I would sleep beside you? Think again.'

I chuckled softly, the sound muffled by the quiet of the room.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you two just wanted me to sleep so you could use me as your bed," I whispered, half-joking.

Carefully, I adjusted Pikachu to my left side and Rattata to my right, ensuring they were comfortable.

"That's better," I murmured, settling back and staring up at the ceiling.

In that quiet moment, a wave of emotion washed over me.

"You know, my dream was always to be right here, just like this—to be a trainer, to have Pokémon of my own," I said softly. The warmth of Pikachu and Rattata snuggling closer into my arms was more comforting than any blanket.

"Thank you for being my friends."

My eyelids began to close slowly, heavy with sleep, but fluttered open momentarily at the sound of wings. I turned to see Spearow settling on the foot rail of the bed, still looking out as if guarding us.

"Good night."