Progress, Amongst Other Things

Author's note - I changed the passed time from 2 years to 2 months in the previous chapter. I made the mistake of not fleshing anything out in my previous novel and everything was just a bunch of time skips. To be fair it kind of still is but it isn't nearly as bad. Anyway, enjoy.

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A lot has happened these past two months. I learned a lot from Miranda, but it was tough. Not nearly as tough as the OG Vergil's training, but still tough. But more importantly, I managed to get back to speaking normally. During our training, Miranda would hit me with moves and tell me to just replicate it. I can't tell if it was to torment me or if was to actually train me but it seems to be working. I learned a lot of moves from her like shock wave, spark, shadow ball, shadow claw, confusion, and brick break. But the most important of them all is foresight. Miranda and I would often spar against each other. She loves to pop up from the ground in sporadic timings and unexpected places. I got really mad so in my anger I accidentally learned foresight and sent her rocketing. It felt so good to just punch her in her stupid face. After that she became more careful of where she re-emerged though. After that, other than a couple flukes, I never hit her again. She keeps beating the crap out of me. I still think Vergil's training was worse than this.

Miranda - "Over here!"

Vergil - "Gah!"

I yell as I am hit with a thunderbolt on the back. She doesn't use psychic or ghost type moves often, and for good reason. We found out that not only am I a dark type, but either a fighting or normal type. I'm banking on fighting though. I think it's weird that my system doesn't tell me my typing but I guess I had to figure that one out. I also checked out the system as of late and as it turns out aura sphere is a move I can potentially learn. So yeah, definitely a fighting/dark type. I hit the ground and I feel my body failing to respond.

Miranda - "Kekekekeke, still can't beat me after all this time eh? Don't worry. I'd give you about say… hmmm… 1000 years before you can beat me! Kekekekekeke."

God her laugh after every beat down is so annoying. I'm not really making much in terms of progress. After all of this time spent training I've only leveled up 4 times.

Status

Species - Demon

Height - 3' 10"

Name - Vergil

Level: 8

Health - 75

Attack - 46(69) ((noice))

Defense - 42

Sp. Atk - 85

Sp. Def - 70

Speed - 14

Ability - Pure Power

Moves - pound, ember, counter, shock wave, spark, shadow ball, shadow claw, confusion, brick break, foresight

Potential Moves - aura sphere

In terms of pure stats I am doing absolutely swimmingly. In terms of levels though. Well I don't this world's standards, but in my old world with this time I could have gotten at least 3 Pokémon to level 100. Whatever, it's progress nonetheless.

Miranda - "Bah, alright alright. None of you can learn to take a joke. Here, get all healed up and let's head back over to yer mum's house."

She rattled on as she pushes 3 sitrus berries in front of me. During these months, Beatrice and I bonded more and I finally truly accepted her as my mother figure. After my little internal dialogue, my body finally elects to respond as I scarf all the berries down.

Miranda - "Yeesh kid. After all this time I still can't tell if you're a snorlax in disguise, or your mum just hasn't been feeding ya right."

I ignore her comment as I immediately feel my energy return to me. I get back up to my feet and brush off the dust from myself. As I remove all of the dust I open my other eyes. Yeah I forgot to say but some of my other eyes opened up. Not a lot, just the eyes on my shoulders. I'm not sure what triggers them to allowed to be opened, but I have a sneaking suspicion it has to do with my strength. I hardly keep them open though. They're a little useful during battle but the huge, defenseless eyes can become a burden real quick once they start getting hit. The best I can do for them is to keep the eye lids closed. As we walked back to Mom's house we strike up a discussion about my training.

Miranda - "I gotta say kid I'm awfully proud to have you as my student. I'd say you progressed quite fast for your age. You're also very good stress relief kekekekekekekeke."

Vergil - *sigh* "Yes Auntie Mira, I'm sure I'm a very good punching bag."

I don't know why but after the second week she insisted, and I quote.

Past Miranda - "Just call me Auntie Mira, it gets pretty drab for you to just call me 'Miranda' over and over kid."

She slaps my back after I'm done my flashback and says.

Miranda - "Aw c'mon loosen up will ya? Kekekekekekekeke."

After a while of walking and talking we finally reach back to Mom's house. She's waiting there, standing with a smile.

Beatrice - "How was training today little one? I hope Miranda did not treat you too harshly today."

She says while giving Miranda the side eye. I chuckle seeing her minor distaste of Miranda's way of teaching.

Vergil - "You needn't worry mother. Today was a relatively mellow day."

Miranda - "Yeah, listen to the kid Bee. I was easy on him today I praaawwmise."

I see Mom scoff at the nickname Miranda gave her.

Beatrice - "Why do you insist on using that old nickname?"

Miranda - "WHAAAT?! You don't like your nickname?! But you used to live it when I called you that."

I watch as Miranda hugs Beatrice with an exasperated face. Beatrice just shakes her head but I don't miss the smile she has hidden away. Yeah if it wasn't obvious already, Auntie Mira and Mom have history together. They never told me what is was, but they said they'll tell me at a later date. I didn't argue because I know what these clichés are like. Probably some super tragic backstory that I'll feel guilty for making the bad memories re-emerge. It doesn't really matter either way, because we're happy now and that's what matter.

Beatrice - "Would you perhaps like to go on a walk today?"

Vergil - "May I go on a walk alone today? There are some things I wish to think about on my own."

Mom looks a little disappointed but either way nods her head.

Beatrice - "That is fine, just be careful love. You may be powerful for your age, but that doesn't mean you can't get hurt."

Vergil - "I am aware. Thank you for the warning though. I will be sure to be careful should the need arise."

She smiles sensing my gratitude and I head off. Man, for the umpteenth time bless that woman's heart. I head off into the forest and begin to think. I never really questioned until now, but where am I? I don't go too far off from our cave, as there are some pretty dangerous mons out there. Seriously, I once ran into an ursaring. It was a good thing that Beatrice managed to save me last minute. She showed that ursaring what a REAL mama bear looks like. She was so mad at the thing she almost crushed it's heart with her psychic power. She managed to get her emotions in check though, and she let it go with a broken arm and a scolding. Man, maybe those shows and fanfics weren't too off about that. Anyway, I begin to think.

Vergil - 'Am I in Kanto? Does Kanto even exist? Is there only one continent? So many questions I could have been asking but I guess I got swept away. I'll ask Mom when I get back.'

I am brought out of my thought by what sounds like avian laughter. If you've ever wondered what that sounds like, it's like raven caws. It's weird. Anyway, I go towards the sounds and see a group of pidgey and a pidgeotto surrounding something.

Pidgey - "Hehe freak. You stay away from the nest loser. We don't want your kind here."

Rest - "Yeah!"

I look beyond them and see another pidgey. But this one is different. Normal pidgey are brown with a cream colored underbelly. This one has a yellowish color instead of brown.

Vergil - 'Ah a shiny. I understand now.'

I come out into the clearing with heavy footsteps.

Vergil - "Hey! You better scram!"

The pidgeotto turns to me and it's eyes widen.

Pidgeotto - "Uh oh! It's the monster! Let's split guys!"

The rest turn my way and they get out of there lickity split. Ever since the little scuffle at the 'town' the little kids have been terrified of me. I tried going back but the adults just snarled and growled at me, and I knew better than to stay there. I look at the little beat up pidgey on the ground. It opens it's eyes and as it looks up to me and sees my visage, it instantly passes out. Well I know I'm not a looker but jeeze. I just pick him up and head back home to treat it's wounds.

To be continued…