Fishing for Rocks

"Hey, you two, keep it down! Don't disturb the others!" John reminded Togepi and the little Wynaut, his tone firm but warm.

The two Pokemon immediately lowered their voices, whispering to each other in hushed tones. Their animated gestures and quiet murmurs, though still lively, weren't nearly as noisy as before.

John couldn't help but marvel at their ability to communicate so effortlessly. Despite their different languages and species, they seemed to understand each other perfectly. It was a mystery he'd probably never solve.

Nearby passengers, overhearing the interaction, glanced at John with mixed expressions. Their gaze wasn't disapproving, though. Instead, they seemed to pity him for being the "strict trainer." Togepi and Wynaut's cuteness was simply irresistible, and it was clear that most people around felt John should've been more indulgent.

John wiped his brow in silent exasperation. "Is cuteness really justice?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head.

Seated across from him was Delibird, its curious eyes darting around the train. Its excitement was palpable—it was clearly thrilled to be traveling. Because of its size, it couldn't fit into a Pokeball. In fact, it was so big it needed its own train ticket, which John had thoughtfully purchased.

More than an hour later, the train pulled into Aethermere City Station. Delibird, with Togepi in tow, headed off to visit the owner of a local restaurant, the Potato Diner. The bird had insisted on going alone, even though John had offered to accompany them since it was on his way. With a determined flap of its wings and a cheerful trill, Delibird bid farewell, dragging Togepi along.

"Toge-pi!" chirped Togepi.

"Wynaut!" echoed Wynaut in a farewell that sounded oddly like a toddler's chant.

The sight was endearing, and John couldn't help but smile. The two Pokemon had become fast friends despite only knowing each other for a short time. Even their little squabbles were reminiscent of siblings rather than companions.

John shook his head fondly. "I hope they don't get lost," he muttered. He still remembered the chaos of helping Delibird navigate its way from the station to its destination once before. This time, though, John had taken precautions—Togepi now wore a GPS-equipped watch styled like a Pokegear. With the "parent mode" on his Pokegear, John could track Togepi's exact location if anything went awry.

Turning his attention back to Wynaut, John scooped up the little Pokemon in his arms. "Let's head home too," he said, laughing as Wynaut let out a gleeful hum.

Outside the station, John released a Ponyta from its Pokeball. The fiery mane of the horse-like Pokemon lit up the evening sky. John swung himself onto Ponyta's back. Riding inside the city was prohibited, but the dirt paths outside were fair game. As a former member of the Riding Club back in High school, John had picked up enough equestrian skills to confidently steer the Pokemon. With a slight nudge, Ponyta took off, its hooves striking the ground with rhythmic precision.

The journey to his hometown of Wyrm Village took over two hours. The rural path was peaceful, broken only by the occasional sight of wild Pokemon. As he neared the village, a trio of Psyducks waddled by the riverside. John's mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Ponyta, Quick Attack! Let's give them a little scare."

Ponyta accelerated, its hooves kicking up dust. The Psyducks' eyes widened in synchronized terror, and with a chorus of "Quack! Quack!" they leapt into the water to escape. John burst out laughing as the Psyducks glared at him from the river, their indignation plain as day.

When John finally arrived home, he greeted his parents, dropped off his bag, and grabbed a flashlight before heading straight to the abandoned mine on The Burning Mountain. The place was as desolate as ever, its gaping entrance welcoming him like an old friend.

Stepping into the dark, John snapped his fingers. "Flash, please," he called. Gardevoir responded instantly, conjuring a ball of light that illuminated the mine's interior. The damp walls glistened, and shadows danced eerily in the cavernous space. John pressed forward, heading to the spot where he had last encountered a rare Shiny Onix.

Reaching the location, he pulled out his Gameboy. With a flick of his thumb, he released two Onix into the cavern to test the waters. Both were promptly defeated.

"Still here," John muttered, a flicker of excitement lighting up his face. He reached for another Pokeball. "Your turn, Gabite!"

Gabite emerged with a roar, its sleek body coiled with energy. The Pokemon's sharp gaze swept the area before it darted forward, diving into the rocky terrain with ease. The ground dragon was in its element. John watched Gabite's progress on his Gameboy's map. The little blip representing his Pokemon moved deeper and deeper into the mine.

Suddenly, Gabite's HP took a hit. Not a major one, but enough to suggest it had encountered something significant. The blip stopped descending and began moving laterally at a rapid pace.

"He found the Shiny Onix," John deduced. He grinned, watching the movements on his screen. "Looks like the battle's heating up."

The skirmish was intense. Gabite's blip zigzagged, its movements erratic yet determined. After several minutes, it began ascending—but in the opposite direction from where John stood.

"What's going on?" John frowned. "If Gabite won, it should be coming back to report. If it lost, it'd be retreating. Unless…" His eyes narrowed as the realization struck. "Gabite must've beaten the Onix, but not completely. It's chasing it down!"