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Sample of my light novel
🕑 Added 2021-10-10 15:07:13 +0000 UTCFeel free to leave a comment below on what you think.
Many people seem to have a misconception of pokémon being cute and harmless, as if owning a pokémon leads to a luxurious life to live. With all these new gyms and competitions, children as young as six decide to start out becoming a pokémon trainer and get their first starter pokémon. How do their parents even allow their children to go off on their own at such a young age boggles many minds. Sometimes it crosses the mind of such individuals, “how would my life be if I were to become a pokémon trainer” - however, there are parents that would have never allowed it for their children. That’s the thing, pokémon aren’t as harmless as everyone makes them out to be.
There are others who share similar views in this world, if they aren’t becoming a pokémon trainer then they are studying to have a career elsewhere to make a living. Though try as hard as they may to avoid coming into contact with pokémon - this world has become dependant on their skills and abilities. Of course there are those who do things with sheer human strength and knowledge, but many opt to use other means; much like robotics and machinery, pokémon are very much the same means to an end in getting the jobs done. As such, humans tend to compete in the working field against pokemon. The competition can be very difficult, alas education is still very important and those seeking careers still attend to make a living in the end. Much like Martin, a twenty-three year old man in his last year of engineering while there are others out there exploring the world and capturing pokémon trying to become a ‘Pokémon Master”, he is here in university studying.
*Ouf! I’m not a fan of this professor, we’re about to go on our summer break and he’s already given us three projects that need to be done by the time we return. Anyways, what are your plans after class Martin?”
“I have no plans at all, just gonna head back to the apartment and try to get an early start on these projects. Less to worry about later on.” Martin begins to pack his assignments into his bag as the class is dismissed. “If you want, you can come by and we can work on these together. Personally don’t understand how you all procrastinate and then begin to stress over having little time to finish it. So dumb Ray.” Ray gives Martin a snarky look.
“Okay there big boy, you need to relax some. I heard there’s going to be a pokémon battle happening on the field in a hour. Curious to see what pokémon will be used.”
Martin pauses for a moment, staring out the window and turns back to zip up his bag. “Hmm, I’ll think about it.”
“C’mon bro, your parents aren’t here, not like they’ll know you’ve been watching pokémon battles. Besides, we’ll be far away, sitting along the bleachers. There’s no way we’ll get caught in a crossfire. Nothing to worry about, just come and watch. Who knows, you might like some of the pokémon and decide to catch one for yourself.”
Matin lets out a scruff laugh. “Nah, that’s highly unlikely. Those things can easily harm if not kill someone if they aren’t trained properly. Not to mention, judging by the IQ of some of the students I’ve met here - that is quite the scary thought.” Martin begins to throw his bag over his shoulder and continues to make his way to the door.
“Fine, fine. But honestly though, have you considered checking out that pokémon summer camp? I know, I know - ‘pokémon are dangerous, didn’t you just hear what I said’. But we will be in a controlled environment, some of the worlds greatest pokémon professors will be there. I highly doubt there will be anything to worry about. Just let your parents know that’ll you’ll be visiting my place for a bit during the break before heading back home to get some work done.” With a poor attempt at mocking Martin, Ray was being sincere with the invite.
“I’ll think about it.”
Martin and Ray continue walking down the hallway to the main lobby, both of them pause and Martin take in a deep breath already predicting what Ray is about to say.
“Don’t forget, the pokémon battle at the field in a hour.” He taps Martin against his shoulder and heads out.
“He never gives up huh?” Martin stares at Ray running out towards the field. “Looks like there’s a lot of people gathering around to save seats to watch. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to watch. If anything, sit behind a couple people - use them as a body shield if anything goes awry.” Martin laughs to himself at the thought of it. He begins walking towards his dorm and drops off his bag and takes a seat on the couch. Letting out a sigh of relief. “That camp does sound like fun, not gonna lie. Guess I’ll go and surprise that nub.” Martin picks up the phone and calls his parents, letting his mother know that he’ll be heading to Rays for a few days before heading home for the break. Martin hangs up and gets ready to head out. “May as well go now, I’m sure Ray has a seat saved but best to just be certain.”
Martin exits his room and locks the door behind him as he heads down the hallway towards the exit. Following behind the crowd of people heading towards the field, he keeps his eyes peeled looking for Ray. Pokémon battles have always been a form of entertainment for the vast majority of people, much like any other sport such as wrestling, and boxing - it is no different. There are the odd times when a trainer would send out a terribly under-matched pokémon, in cases like this the pokémon would faint at best, worse case scenario - it would be murdered by the opponent, if the trainer doesn’t know when to surrender. However, pokémon centres are always available to help heal damaged dealt to pokémon but there are just so much they can do.
“Martin!” Ray shouts out standing from the bleacher as he beckons Martin to come. “So you finally caved in eh? Apparently they’re holding a tournament today. Lucky you, get to see more than one match. I’m curious about what we’ll see today.” Ray clearly radiating his excitement, eyes wide open and full set of teeth visible through his smile, begins to scout the trainers from the field. “Ohhh! That kid is most definitely a fire trainer, just look at him coated in red all over. Ah, that one there looks like he’s a bug trainer. Ouf! That be a terrible match up to have.”
“You certainly know your stuff about pokémon huh? Why don’t you ever consider trying to become a trainer? Didn’t you own a pokémon before you got into university?”
“I had to release my houndour, he was still a pup and kept burning the furniture. We decided to keep him outside but that just made his behaviour worse.”
“That’s understandable. I can see fire types being quite the problem to maintain inside for sure.”
“Well, enough about my poor experience. I think they’re about the draw the names for the tournament.” Ray sits up straight and focuses intently towards the field while Martin just nonchalantly looks around at the crowed. Amazed by how full the field is with people occupying the bleachers and many standing along the track field - some people even brought their own pair of camping chairs to sit up front.
The busy sound of the crowd rustling and chatting started to quiet down as someone on the field began to approach the stage and stood behind a box. He reaches his hand in and grabs a folded piece of paper with a name on it. He reaches in again to grab another, then turns to the board placed behind him on stage and writes down the names. He continues to draw names to fill out the barracks, a total of five are displayed.
“Welcome everyone! Today we will be holding a tournament with five matches in total. The winner will receive twelve pokéballs, one ultra ball, and the good old rare candy. Second place will receive twelve pokéballs, and third place will receive six pokéballs. Now without further ado, lets hear it for our first match lineup!” The referee turns to look at the trainers lined up and calls out the first two trainers to head up to the field and get ready. “On the left we have Andrew, on the right we have Garry! The rules are simple, both trainers can only use up to two pokémon each, the winner is decided by the first pokémon to faint or the trainer who forfeits. Let the match begin!”
“Go Titan!” Andrew throws out a pokéball and a metang materializes and ready itself for battle.
“Show them your stuff Daisy!” Garry threw out his pokéball and a simipour materialized onto the field.
The crowd begins to go wild while people began to cheer for both trainers and their pokémon as the match begins. Martin turns to focus on the field and looks at the two pokémon before him. Staring back towards Ray, he asks “So, what’s this match up look like? Pretty sure this one is Andrew’s win.”
“Hmm… Well metang is a steel and psychic type, whereas simipour is a water type. Neither are each others weakness, however, metang definitely is quite beefy but that simipour might have the upper hand in speed. If I had to choose, I’d go with metang winning this one.” Ray and Martin to back their focus onto the match.
Garry calls out an attack sending simipour out in a fury of attacks slashing away at metang, “That’s it Daisy, don’t give them any chance!” While Andrew is forced into making metang go into an iron defence state.
“Ugh! Titan we can’t just keep taking these blows, go and show them how hard that head of yours is!” Metang steadies itself and launches head forward with a zen headbutt, sending simipour flying back a couple feet. Heard the sound of bones crunching.
“Daisy received a critical hit from Titans powerful zen headbutt, will Daisy be able to get back up or is this the end?” Everyone focusing on simipour as she is laying on the floor, as she begins to slowly regain consciousness and sits up. “Oh! Looks like Daisy is still raring to go for more! She sure has spirit!” The crowd begins to cheer and scream chanting “Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!”
“Titan don’t let her up! Take her down and end it with a meteor smash!” Metang charges down towards simipour as she tries to regain her balance on her feet. Metang pulls back its arm and gets ready to send a deadly blow.
“Daisy, lets pay them back full force and shred that tin can with shadow claw!” Simipour readies herself as the fur on her back stands up waiting for a close call with metangs’ steel fist flying straight towards her. Her body moves like and acrobat, smooth like water and swiftly dodges the punch and slips behind metang, leaping on its back and holds her hand up high as it gets consumed with a shadow revealing a fighting claw and slashes down the back of metangs’ head. “Yea! Unleash that furry and continue with the shadow claw, dig into that metal and rip it to spreads!” Simipour continues to claw away at metang, hearing the sound of steel screeching - vibrating throughout the field.
