Redi took two attempts to win her Gym Battle, not because she was outpowered, but because a single, luckily-placed Ice Beam saw Ursaring freeze over. An entire side of his body became encased in a block of ice, and with him being her heaviest hitter, she wasn’t able to get farther from there, especially with Dragonair being so vulnerable to the cold.
While frustrating, the loss didn’t bother Redi as much as her other losses in the past. She spent hours working on a counter that night before taking on another Gym Trainer the very next day.
She utterly crushed her opponent that time around.
“Turns out, Hyper Beam is pretty great at de-icing its user,” Redi later told Sam. “And Dragonair might get hit pretty hard by even just an Icy Wind, but a single smack of her tail is enough to take out anything set up for her.”
With their Gym Badges won, Sam and Redi had no reason to stick around. They left the same morning that Redi’s Pokémon became fully healed.
To the west of Mahogany Town were Route 42 and Mount Mortar, two locations defined by their difficult and hilly terrain. A large lake at the mountain’s base forced most trainers to brave Mount Mortar if they wanted to pass through, but the only people who came this way for the sake of training were Fighting Type specialists, the crazed trainers who constantly sought harder and harder conditions to push their teams.
Mount Mortar was full of them, and Sam knew that if he and Redi braved the mountain’s tunnels, they’d quickly become bogged down by battle after battle.
No, Sam wanted to reach Ecruteak City as fast as possible, if not to figure out Morty’s surprise, then to have a talk with the Gym Leader about Typhlosion’s evolution. Not wanting to waste any time, he opted for the fastest path forward—a boat.
The only time they wasted was the time it took to purchase a ticket and board the daily ferry before it left.
“I've been thinking about my sixth Pokémon,” Sam said as the boat cruised over the lake. He stared out at the water, churned into foam, rushing by underneath them.
“Really? I'd have thought you’d want to wait longer. Trevenant just joined you,” Redi said as she moved up next to Sam, leaning on the railing.
“Yes and no. Kind of.” Sam wiggled a hand, unsure how to phrase it. “Trevenant’s joined up and is improving, but there’s only one Gym left between us and the Conference. I need time to train whoever we add, and there are some really hard fights coming up. At least I know I’m not behind yet, since I’m basically in line with Xavier who’s also trying to capture a sixth—”
“A fifth, actually,” Redi interrupted.
Sam blinked.
“He mentioned it in the woods? One of his Pokémon doesn’t battle,” Redi offered. “I guess he technically has a team of five, but he beat Pryce with only four fighting Pokémon, which means he’s heading out to catch whatever’s going to be his fifth.”
Sam went quiet. He couldn’t believe he had missed that. In a way, Xavier’s team structure was similar to both Sam’s and Redi’s, but Sam couldn’t help but worry that the difference meant Xavier’s Pokémon were stronger individually.
Wait, but we also beat Pryce with only four Pokémon! Primeape didn’t need to take on any Ice Types, himself.
All this means is that Xavier has slightly more of an edge than I thought. We just need to train even harder if we’re going to win.
Sam paused.
...Also, I really need to catch a sixth team member as soon as I can so they have enough time to be caught up.
“Well, whatever I catch, I’ve been thinking that I need a team member that can help with transportation,” Sam said after mulling it over for a bit. “I don’t mind walking, but we can’t really cross water without a boat. Something that can fly or swim is probably the best, or maybe we can get a Pokémon that can teleport?”
“You have a specific species in mind?” Redi asked.
He shrugged.
“Not really. I can think of a few species, but we’re pretty limited. Ghost Types aren’t known to carry passengers. Not like Dragonair, or Ursaring, or Stantler once you meet back up...” Sam paused. “Wow. Since Porygon can teleport, every member of your team can help with transportation, huh?”
Redi sent him a cheeky smile.
When it came to potential new team members, Drifblim was Sam’s first and “easiest” thought. They were incredibly rare in Johto, but a few occasionally blew in from northern Sinnoh. The problem was, if Sam were to encounter one, he would have already seen one of those balloon Pokémon somewhere between Mahogany and Blackthorn.
Alternatively, there was also Golurk for flight—at least, according to the New Pokédex—but Golurk were constrained to ruins only found in foreign regions. The likelihood of seeing one on this side of the globe was basically naught. It wasn’t just an option for Sam right now.
“Well, there is one last species that can fly, but...”
“But what?” Redi asked.
“...The amount of effort I’d have to go through to get one would put you getting Dragonair to shame,” Sam said.
There was one Ghost Type species that was also part Dragon. However, like how most Dragon Types were fiercely territorial, the same was true for it. Where Indigo was Dragonite’s territory, Hoenn Salamence’s, and Sinnoh Garchomp’s, the foreign region of Galar was the territory of the dual Ghost and Dragon Type, Dragapult.
Dragapult were pseudo-legendaries in their own right, so not only would members of its species only ever partner with the strongest of the strong, but they also weren't exactly single, individual Pokémon, either. Each Dragapult fought alongside two other Dreepy, its unevolved form, who served as its projectiles in battle. So enthralled by the concept of being launched out at high speeds, it took a rare Dreepy to actually be willing to evolve into a Dragapult. Even then, that meant Sam would need to catch not just one Pokémon but three if he desired to add a powerhouse like Dragapult to his team.
Yeah, Dragapult is impossible to get in Johto, no matter how much I want to train one. Even if a single Dreepy showed up, there’d be a bunch of trouble with the Blackthorn Clan going insane. I probably have a higher chance of finding a Hisuian Zorua, and at this point, I’m practically confident that the species is completely extinct.
“I think...” Sam let himself fall forward, crossing his arms atop the railing. “I think my best bet is to trade for a new team member. Anything I’d want is super rare, and there’s not anything new I can find in Johto.”
“Give up one of your friends?!” Redi asked, aghast.
Sam shook his head with a laugh.
“Sorry, I meant more like I need to make a deal where I go out and catch something for another trainer,” he said quickly. “Hunt down a rare or specific Pokémon, give it a rundown of what’s going on, and then convince it to come with me so I can trade it for either a Drifloon or a Ghost Type that could use Surf.”
Honestly, while flight would be nice, Sam’s focus was on the Conference, but he could also recognize that he was also only in his first region, too. He could catch a flying Pokémon later if he really had to, and if he met any other Ghost Type that wanted to permanently stick around, he was willing to forgo his need for transportation to bring along a new friend.
His journey was only just starting. He would have plenty of other chances to catch a Pokémon for transportation in the future.
...But he was still pretty sure he’d need to trade for his last team member. Since he already planned to return to Olivine City to catch a boat to Cianwood, it made sense to look around there for a traveler interested in a trade. Sailors were probably his best bet given at least one likely had a Surf-capable Ghost Type they were willing to trade.
“Yeah,” Sam sighed, standing and pushing away from the railing. “I’m going to try to figure out a trade in Olivine. But that works out. I want to see if I can rematch Jasmine while I’m there, too.”
He still remembered the sight of her Steel Types at the start of the Beginner’s Tournament. After training for so long, he was itching to see how his team held up to her own.
“...Olivine City, huh?” Redi mumbled.
She cast her gaze out over the lake and spoke no more.
The rest of the boat ride went smoothly, and they reached the other side of the lake easily enough. Completely bypassing Mount Mortar, they had no trouble heading down the rest of the Route to reach Ecruteak itself.
By the time Sam had walked past several city blocks in Ecruteak, he realized he had missed just how cold it was here the last time he visited.
Except, the late summer air shouldn’t have had that chill. The day lacked fog or mist or wind. No, a presence seemed to linger around him, one whose occasional, whispering tendrils threatened to make him shiver.
It took no effort to conclude that the chill wasn’t anything natural, but it wasn’t anything important, either. It was likely a reminder, one that was both of the city’s storied past and of the Ghost Types that lurked nearby.
“There it is again,” Sam said quietly as he and Redi walked down a Ecruteak street. “On our left, this time. Another shadow. I’m confident at this point—something’s been following us.”
Out of the corners of his eyes, he kept seeing things flicker between the buildings. They weren’t Haunter or Misdreavus—both of those Pokémon were in their Pokéballs—but something else was definitely keeping pace with them.
And, the growing number of unseen eyes Sam felt on his back was making him feel as though he were leading a procession.
“Should we be worried?” Redi asked. Trying to feign nonchalance, she leaned back with her hands behind her head as they walked.
“I don’t think so?” Sam waited a moment. “I think they might just be following us. And nothing else, weirdly enough.”
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“Weird,” Redi repeated.
The growing number of presences didn’t chase after them into the Pokémon Center, but when the local nurse warned them that the local Gym was closed for the day, Sam felt Morty’s invitation had become obvious enough.
After a quick check-up—everyone was fine, save for perhaps the nurse who sent Sam a curious look after handing back Typhlosion’s Pokéball—Sam and Redi left the Pokémon Center to rush to Ecruteak’s Gym. There was no sense in waiting, after all, but they both did make sure to claim rooms for the period they planned to stay within the city.
“Look. There’s a notice on its doors.” Redi pointed at a note taped to the front doors at the top of the staircase leading into Morty’s Gym.
The place was the same as before, a dojo-like building styled after something right out of old Johto, positioned on top of a large raised platform of cobbled stone.
“Closed due to festivities,” Sam read out loud. He looked over to Redi. “I’m pretty sure there isn’t a festival scheduled today.”
“It’s unlocked,” Redi then added once she tested the handle of the door.
Carefully, the two of them pushed open the entrance to step into an empty lobby. The lights were off, and no one sat in its darkened chairs. The same chill Sam had noticed outside seemed to double in intensity here. An open door in the back revealed a just-as-empty hallway, and at the end of that, a thin line of light shined out from beneath a set of double doors that Sam knew led to the Gym’s battlefield.
“...Typhlosion,” he said, naming his Pokémon as he held up her ball.
Red light gave way to a cool, purple glow from a wisp Typhlosion conjured near her neck.
“I’m pretty sure he’s just messing with us, but let’s be careful just in case, yeah?”
Typhlosion snorted to agree.
Stepping inside, Sam found that the floors were somehow dusty. A single spiderweb hung loosely on a nearby wall. Sam and Redi made sure the front door closed behind them, and with a click, they became sealed off from the outside world.
Step by step, their small group moved through the lobby and into that empty hallway that led to the pair of lit-up doors.
Slowly, cautiously, tensely, Sam took the lead. The closer he got to that interior entrance, the clearer he could hear some kind of beat echoing from the other side.
Ba-dump.
Ba-dump.
It almost sounded like a heart—to the point that the noise was on the nose. Something unnatural was going on, and the very moment Sam placed his hand on the door’s handle, he took a deep breath and flung it open.
He flinched.
“Surprise!”
Bright light, falling ribbons, and torn paper that mimicked confetti assaulted Sam with his entrance. Typhlosion went completely still next to him as cheers from a swarm of Ghost Type Pokémon exploded through the room.
Toward the front of that purplish mass, Morty clapped his hands and laughed.
“Congratulations!” He said. “Sam, Typhlosion. Amazing job with your evolution.”
Typhlosion sniffed as she tried to keep her expression level. Surprised as she was, she was still a bit shy about praise. More than that, while the idea of a surprise party might have felt a bit silly, the view before them represented something else, too.
Recognition of her efforts.
“You know, when you said you had a surprise prepared, I didn’t think you meant a literal surprise,” Sam said to Morty as he brought a hand through Typhlosion’s fur.
“I didn’t! It was their idea. They wanted to greet the newest member of their Type, and what better way to do that than with a party?” Morty said, chuckling.
The Gym’s battlefield had been turned into the most generic party room possible to the utmost degree. Looking around, Sam could see that if a stereotype about parties existed, it rang true right here, right now.
Balloons floated close to the ceiling. A banner with a dripping “Congratulations!” hung across a wall. Pokémon-safe foods and even a punch bowl had been laid out on top of a long table. And, between it all, Ghost Types filled the space.
Gastly were present in by far the greatest numbers, forming clouds and cliques of chattering heads. A few Misdreavus zipped between them, and a pair of Gengar were already bouncing around Typhlosion’s head.
Sam could see others, too, hidden here and there. A Banette’s yellow eyes peered out from the shadows beneath a tablecloth, and a Drifblim blended into grey and purple balloons pressed against a wall.
Seeing just how much effort had been put in here today, Typhlosion muttered something under her breath, and one group of Gastly took that as an invitation. They rushed her, immediately pelting her with what were likely inane questions. Typhlosion was overwhelmed by the extreme amount of attention so suddenly flung her way. A flash at Sam’s side saw a pair of his Pokémon releasing themselves; both Haunter and Misdreavus came to the rescue.
Where Misdreavus came out just to offer her support, Haunter took a more active role, immediately falling into the role of a bodyguard to keep all of the curious Ghost Types at bay.
She deserves this, Sam thought as he watched his friend react.
“So, uh...” Redi cleared her throat after a few seconds. “I’m allowed to be here too, right?”
“Of course!” Morty replied. “Any and all of Sam’s friends are welcome. Really, these ones just wanted to celebrate Typhlosion, and they...”
He didn’t need to explain it further than that. The sheer ridiculousness of this room was already a statement enough.
Snorting, Redi released her Pokémon into the swarm of Ghost Types, and one more member of Sam’s team came out as well. Seeing so many excitable Gastly, Ursaring and Primeape began trying to show off, attempting to outdo one another by demonstrating just how hard they could flex. Dragonair herself waited for only a second before rushing toward that spread of food the very instant Redi gave her permission.
Porygon lingered at Redi’s side, and Trevenant only came out when Sam forcibly released him from his Moon Ball. He appeared with a grumble as if to say being sent out somewhere like this was beneath him. However, his attempt to stay off to the side was met with failure, as a shadow suddenly stretched out to catch him in its inky depths.
He popped up in a corner of the room, barely regaining his balance in time. Before he could even think about escaping, Morty’s Mismagius had launched into a speech about the glory of tea ceremonies. Trevenant became trapped by her demonstration of a proper pour, and the way the Pokémon looked at him made it clear she would permit no attempts to escape.
“This is... a lot,” Sam said, and he could finally identify the source of that beating from earlier. A grainy gramophone in the corner played old-fashioned music, and, occasionally, the record skipped in regular intervals to create that strange noise he had heard outside.
“Really, I just wanted to talk to you about a few things related to the Ghost Type, but my Pokémon begged to throw a party for Typhlosion,” Morty said, laughing. “And now that I’m seeing her... Man. You two really did it. Just thinking back to how she was as a Cyndaquil, I can clearly see just how much effort you’ve put into your training.”
Sam felt the heat rush to his face.
“Thank you,” he said, looking away.
As his Pokémon began to spread throughout the room to enjoy the festivities, Redi nudged his arm to say goodbye. She quickly slipped away to join Dragonair, who was in the process of devouring most of the food herself.
Shadows left Sam’s feet, and as the Gastly with him filtered away as well, Morty pushed through the crowd of Ghost Types to reach the star of the party. Typhlosion turned to him, a bit sheepish at the attention, but a supportive smile from Misdreavus kept her upright.
“I hope you enjoy this party. They put a lot of thought into it. Just for now, do you mind if I borrow your trainer? Sam and I need to have a quick, Ghost Type specialist to Ghost Type specialist talk.”
Typhlosion glanced over to Sam, almost as if trying to search for help, but she had plenty of support with both Misdreavus and Haunter staying nearby. Breathing out, she finally let herself relax, and with a smile, she permitted Morty to take Sam away.
“Thanks! I promise he won’t get too hurt!”
She gasped, but she was unable to ask any further questions due to all of the swarming Gastly that filled the gap Morty left behind.
“Follow me,” and Morty began leading Sam toward a separate door out of the room.
“What do we need to talk about?” Sam asked as he fell in pace with Morty.
“Nothing just yet—not here, at least. The topics aren’t serious, but it’s not like they’re unimportant. I’ll start once we get somewhere quieter to make sure you can focus.”
Morty brought Sam through the battlefield’s back door, leading him into the depths of Ecruteak’s Gym. These hallways were usually only ever passed through by official League staff, and their old, wooden architecture made Sam feel as if he were treading somewhere he shouldn’t be.
Just like the lobby, this section of the building felt unnaturally dark and empty. That chill re-entered the air.
“Your Gym Trainers didn’t come?” Sam asked in an attempt to break through the silence that had cropped up.
“It wouldn’t have been fair to you and Typhlosion,” Morty answered calmly as he continued to stride forth. “I didn’t want to force you to reveal her evolution if you didn't want to. So, I gave them the day off. Only a few of their Pokémon bothered to stick around, anyway.”
Sam sent Morty a curious look. The Gym Leader shrugged with a slight laugh.
“Yeah, I’ll admit, trainers talk. It’s kind of what they do other than, you know, train. I couldn’t promise they’d keep her evolution secret, as the more people who know, the easier it is for something to slip out. What I can promise you, however, is that their Ghost Types won’t talk. These Pokémon are far too excited by the idea of having my permission to not share any details, and Typhlosion carries far too much respect between them for them to ever betray that trust.”
“Wait, respect?” Sam repeated.
“Yes. Almost inherently,” Morty said solemnly. “Typhlosion became a Ghost Type through dedicated effort, and Ghost Types don’t tend to be that popular. It’s rare for a Pokémon to be so willing to undergo that kind of change. So they respect that, and then there’s also the weight of her species's role.”
Sam nodded in silence, though Morty’s words caused a question to appear in his head.
Are Hisuian Typhlosion Ghost Types because they help guide ghosts, or do they help guide ghosts because they’re Ghost Types?
At the end of the hallway, Morty opened the door of what Sam would have thought was a maintenance closet, instead exposing a metal staircase that plunged into the depths of the Gym. This section was newer than everything else, and it went down, down, down into the black until emerging into a small room that overlooked an interior space filled with interlocking walls and open, twisting corridors.
Redi mentioned her Gym Trial here involved some kind of pitch-black maze. This is probably where it took place.
“My Gym Trainers watch challengers from this room,” Morty said once he noticed Sam staring. “We have Ghost Types reveal trainers from above using illusions they can’t see.”
“And the entire Trial is managed from here?” Sam asked, staring out a tinted window and into the enormous room.
“We might not have any fancy cameras or a modern PA system, but Ghost Types can pass through walls. We give them directions on how to interact with challengers, and they conjure obstacles or shift the maze around once trainers are far enough away.”
Sam nodded as he took in the complexity of the room. He could imagine what it’d be like to be down there—twisting, bewildering, and confusing. Inexperienced trainers would struggle with just the darkness alone, but stronger trainers would have to deal with Ghost Types harassing them, too.
Also, the walls of the maze were thick and lacked a ceiling, so Sam could see some high-level trials taking place on top. Instead of being inside a maze, trainers would be subjected to a precarious, winding pathway they’d need to follow to reach the end.
“Ah! Almost forgot. Before we begin... Here.”
Morty pulled something out of his pocket, and Sam’s breath caught in his throat when he saw what it was.
“Wait, you can’t! You’re a Gym Leader! You can’t just give that much away without asking for anything in—”
“It’s fine,” Morty said, interrupting Sam with a laugh. “Think of it as part of your reward for discovering a new species, hm? Like the party, my Pokémon came up with this idea. Mismagius insisted I give you this opportunity, or, well, she insisted that I give this opportunity to Misdreavus.”
Held in Morty’s hand was a sliver of a deep purple crystal so dark that it resembled the night sky. Its edges lacked color, but they managed to shimmer regardless, and its center almost seemed to suck in all light.
“A Dusk Stone,” Sam said quietly, naming the evolution stone Morty currently held. “But what about your other Pokémon? I know I saw other Misdreavus upstairs.”
Morty just shrugged.
“Dusk Stones are honestly pretty common in Olivine thanks to all of the foreign ships that pass through. I’m just saving you a trip through its market stalls and a bit of cash, at that. You’re getting this because this is the stone that Mismagius used to evolve, so it’s up to her to decide what to do with it. So, she decided your Misdreavus would get it. You’ll be able to use it to evolve the Misdreavus on your team.”
Evolutionary stones only formed in areas that perfectly aligned with certain Types. For Dusk Stones, that meant areas that hadn’t seen light in at least a decade. Touching this shard of crystal would fill Misdreavus with a surge of energy that’d initiate her evolution. She could become a Mismagius right now.
Sam felt just as overwhelmed as Typhlosion had; this was already so much more than he ever expected.
“Ah, but unfortunately, this stone has already helped a few other Pokémon evolve, so Misdreavus’s evolution will probably be its last use,” Morty said after a bit. “Whenever you decide to evolve her, make sure you trade whatever remains of it to a PokéMart. They’ll know what to do with what’s left—depleted shards make great seeds for creating the next generation of evolution stones. It’s essentially a form of recycling.”
“...And you’re really just giving this to us?” Sam asked again.
Morty laughed once more.
“Yes! I already told you I am! Just, make sure to listen to what I’m about to say, and also... Don’t evolve Misdreavus just yet. Certainly before your last Gym, but let her train a bit more before bringing her into final form, yeah?”
Sam slowly nodded, gingerly taking the offered stone from Morty’s palm. In the past, he’d seen images of evolutionary stones, and all of them had looked much thicker. However, those were images of the highest quality stones that were absolutely brimming with energy. Some people thought the higher grades of stone allowed for “stronger” evolutions, but energy was energy. As long as something sparked the process, the Pokémon would evolve. The quality of their new form depended on the effort the newly evolved Pokémon was willing to expend in training rather than anything money could buy.
“Now then,” Morty said once Sam finished carefully wrapping the stone and placing it into his backpack. “Let’s talk.”
He grabbed a chair from a stack in the corner and swung a leg over it to sit with its back faced around.
Sam groaned.
“Grab one for yourself,” Morty said, gesturing toward the stack. “This might take a bit.”
Sam also grabbed a chair, but he made sure to sit like a normal person instead of a school teacher trying to look cool.
“To start things off, let me quickly congratulate you once again. Not just on Typhlosion’s evolution, but also on everything else. You’ve earned seven of eight badges, won a major tournament, and you’ve been handling real ghosts for me, as well.”
“Thank you,” Sam said.
Morty chuckled.
“No, thank you,” he replied. “But for this, we have a few topics to cover. Mainly, a few rules about Ghost Type carrying capacity, a quick discussion on managing the influences on your psyche, and a talk about what you’ll be doing with that swarm of Gastly following you, hm? You also mentioned wanting help with handling the knowledge of Typhlosion’s evolution method, and I can help you with that, but there’s also one thing I want to add in just for me.”
“What’s that?” Sam asked.
Morty smiled.
“Did you know that Ghost Type trainers have a specific move that lets them win practically any battle? With the barest advantage, and with just it alone, you can guarantee yourself an overall victory no matter the fight.”
Sam scooted closer, staring Morty in the eyes. There was a glimmer of amusement in them as Morty stared back and met Sam’s smile.
“Sam,” Morty said, looking almost as excited as Sam had ever seen, “there are a few caveats to its use, and I won’t deny its risks. However, if you want to make it to the big leagues, I highly recommend learning how to properly use Destiny Bond.”
Sam’s Team:
Badges Earned: 7 (Mineral, Fog, Plain, Hive, Zephyr, Rising, Glacier)
Approximate Team Strength: 6 Stars
(Fire / Ghost Type, Female, Timid Nature +Spe/-Atk)
Abilities: Blaze
Held Item: Charcoal
Moves: Tackle, Leer, Smokescreen, Ember, Flame Wheel, Curse, Will-O-Wisp, Incinerate, Detect, Quick Attack, Swift, Flame Charge, Flamethrower, Double Team, Infernal Parade, Confuse Ray, Hex, Shadow Ball, Night Shade, Shadow Claw
(Fighting Type, Male, Impish Nature +Def/-SpA)
Abilities: Anger Point, Vital Spirit
Moves: Scratch, Leer, Low Kick, Karate Chop, Fury Swipes, Assurance, Ice Punch, Fire Punch, Cross Chop, Curse, Brick Break, Rock Smash, Rock Slide, Bulk Up, Rage, Rage Fist
Haunter (Ghost / Poison Type, Male, Naive Nature +Spe/-SpD)
Abilities: Levitate
Moves: Hypnosis, Lick, Confuse Ray, Spite, Mean Look, Hex, Shadow Punch, Night Shade, Acid Spray, Ominous Wind, Shadow Ball, Dream Eater, Nightmare
(Ghost Type, Female, Hasty Nature +Spe/-Def)
Pokéball: Friend Ball
Abilities: Levitate
Moves: Growl, Psywave, Astonish, Confusion, Confuse Ray, Mean Look, Night Shade, Shadow Sneak, Shadow Ball, Nasty Plot, Psybeam, Will-O-Wisp, Psychic
Trevenant (Ghost / Grass Type, Male, Quiet Nature +SpA/-Spe)
Pokéball: Moon Ball
Abilities: Harvest, Frisk (Developing)
Moves: Horn Leech, Tackle, Confuse Ray, Astonish, Growth, Ingrain, Leech Seed, Forest’s Curse
Redi’s Team:
Badges Earned: 6 (Mineral, Plain, Hive, Zephyr, Rising, Glacier)
Approximate Team Strength: 5 Stars
(Normal Type, Male, Adamant Nature +Atk/-SpA)
Abilities: Guts, Quick Feet
Moves: Scratch, Fury Swipes, Fire Punch, Baby-Doll Eyes, Slash, Ice Punch, Focus Energy, Thunder Punch, Hyper Beam, Rock Slide, Swords Dance, Giga Impact
Porygon (Normal Type, Genderless, Quirky Nature +-n/a)
Abilities: n/a
Moves: Tackle, Sharpen, Conversion, Psybeam, Thunder Shock, Charge Beam, Discharge, Tri-Attack, Charge, Teleport, Recover, Thunder Wave
(Dragon Type, Female, Rash Nature +SpA/-SpD)
Abilities: Shed Skin (Developing)
Moves: Wrap, Leer, Thunder Wave, Twister, Slam
Auxiliary Pokémon: x2 (Tibia and Fibula), a decent number of wild (variable)
At Home (non-battlers): ,
Pokémon (and people) included in this chapter:
The Ghost Type
Morty
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