"Why do you want to fly?"
Paul finally uood what Gible meant.
"Gib! Gib!"
Gible dug at the ground with its stubby arms, then leaped high, fpping its hands like a bird.
"You think learning to dig and fly will keep you safe from strange people trying to capture you?"
Through analysis, Paul pieced it together—this Gible had escaped from a hunter's grasp.
sidering the circumstahe clusion was obvious.
"Gib!"
Gible nodded enthusiastically. If it could dig and fly, it wouldn’t have to worry about being caught again.
When the huried to capture it before, they had other Pokémon with them. The hunters aimed to catch them all, but the others flew away.
Gible, uo fly, was the only o behind and captured.
o(╥﹏╥)o
"Hmph. Na?ve. If someoruly wants to capture you, no matter how high you fly, how deep you dig, or how far you swim, you won't escape."
Paul shook his head, dismissing Gible’s childish hopes, and tinued:"Only by being strong enough will you have nothing to fear—her from people nor from Pokémon."
"Gib…"
Hearing this, Gible drooped in disappoi. So even flying might not help?
As for being strong?Gible felt it was a tall order. Despite training hard si was young, its progress had been minimal.
Even with its ground typing, it doubted it could defeat Elekid, the "big bro" it had just befriehat’s why it turo the idea of flying—something that seemed closer yet farther away.
The vast aiful sky had always called to Gible. It didn’t want to spend it's days endlessly digging.
Paul observed Gible closely.
Though he hadn’t used a Pokédex for a precise evaluation, he could tell from observation that this Gible had excellent potential, and its ability, rough skin, was rare.
sidering it's species, this Gible was absolutely worth training.
"Do you want to bee stronger? Do you want to fly?"
"Gib!"
Gible, lost in disappoi, looked up at Paul, it's eyes shining with hope.
"Then join us. Train with us and grow stronger."
"Training will be tough, battles will bring injuries, and the process won't be easy."
"But you'll grow stronger quickly. And one day, you'll soar freely through the blue skies."
Paul extended a Poké Ball tible, speaking with a calm yet serious tone.
At that moment, Paul seemed rger-than-life to Gible—fident and magic, yet within reach.
"Gib!"
After a moment of hesitation, Gible nodded, boung forward to tap the Poké Ball’s button.
With a fsh of red light, Gible was drawn into the ball.
Click.
The ball shook on Paul’s hand before it stilled.
Gible was caught!
Paul didn’t celebrate just yet. Visual observation wasn’t enough; he needed a detailed evaluation.
He pulled out his Pokédex and sed the Poké Ball.
Gible
Type: Dragon, Ground
Ability: Rough Skin (Inflicts damage on tact when attacked.)
Gender: Male
Moves: Fire Fang, Dig, Sand Tomb, Dragon Cw, Dragoh, Bite
Height: 0.7 m
Weight: ...
"It knows Dragon Cw? Iing!"
Paul smirked. While Gible had six moves, only four were hy:
Fire Fang: Not too hard fible to learn, though many Gible would it as "useless."
Sand Tomb and Dragoh: ong Gible, not surprising.
Dragon Cw: Rare, sidering Gible's physical form favored biting over g.
As it evolved, Gible’s ter fabite and Garp—would shift to using cws for bat, showg their increased power and elegance.
"Det enough. It has a potential." Paul cluded with a growing smile.
Gible’s talents—its physical prowess, learning ability, and battle instincts—were all promising.
Still, he o firm Gible’s potential through rigorous training.
Paul released Gible from its Poké Ball.
"Gib~"
Gible emerged, standing before Paul with bright eyes, exuding a fiery determination. Its gaze veyed one clear message: Train! Grow strong! Fly!
"Elekid, take it for a flight."
Since he hadn’t finalized Gible’s training regimen, Paul casually assig to Elekid for now.
"Gib!"
Before Elekid could respond, Gible rushed over, looking up at it with wide, pleading eyes.
Big bro, fly!
Elekid couldn’t bring itself to refuse. Sighing, it nodded.
Fi’s just one flight. No big deal.
Steeling itself, Elekid stepped behind Gible and ed its arms around the smaller Pokémon.
ZAP!
With a sharp cry, Elekid recoiled, releasing Gible immediately. Its hands were red and stinging.
Turns out, Gible’s Rough Skin wasn’t just for show. Holding it felt like grabbing a bed of needles.
Gible blinked ily, oblivious to Elekid's struggle.
Elekid grimaced but relutly picked up Gible again. Gritting its teeth, it leapt into the air, wings of electricity crag behind it.
"Gib!"
As the ground fell away, Gible’s eyes sparkled with joy. Meanwhile, Elekid’s face turned crimson from the effort, its grip tightenie the pain.
Paul ighe se, lost in thought about Gible’s training pn and whether to release his Gyarados.
Gyarados, powerful as it was, held less value pared to the potential of this Gible.
Paul’s standards were exag, far beyond those of an average trainer.
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