Chương 16: Interlude - Steps (Part 2)

To Chase Karlson, life was about excellence. Most humans would be satisfied with doing the bare minimum, drifting along the current and offering up no resistance. Living your life as a spectator, so long as you earned three meals a day, a warm bed, and maybe a trip or two per year. Then eventually start a family. This was what people thought was a good life, and honestly, could he really blame them? Yes, he could, and he would. In through the nose, out through the mouth.

Chase felt the blood pump through his legs as he ran through route 207. After another thirty minutes of jogging, he would slowly increase his speed as time passed until he reached his maximum velocity. He jumped over a fallen tree trunk as if it was a hurdle. Riolu did the same, flipping twice in the air and landing gracefully without even a single noise. Chase paid it no mind. It was an expected performance. This was their routine. They had been doing this for years, even before the Circuit started.

Chase had implemented a workout regiment to bring them into top shape, and Riolu had taken it in stride, just like he had expected. They were so alike, Chase and he, and that meant they both expected excellence. This was only the first section. First, they always worked on their endurance. Chase smiled as he began hitting his second wind. The pain was almost all gone now, and it was being replaced by numbness. The next thirty minutes went by in a flash, and he handed Riolu a bottle of water.

The small Pokemon clumsily held it with both paws and downed the whole bottle. They could have done this in a gym— Oreburgh had many gyms adapted to Pokemon— but why practice in an unrealistic environment? Being a trainer was all about survival in the wild, and so in the wild, they trained.

"Alright, Riolu. Five minute break. Walk off the pain if it hurts. No sitting down," He told his Pokemon. Riolu looked at him with his usual determined stare.

"Rio!" As usual, Riolu simply stayed by his side, emulating his stretches. He always imitated Chase and looked to him for guidance. At the same time, Chase believed Riolu to be as close to perfection as it got. Sure, he had other Pokemon— two, in fact— but their bond went beyond that. It was in Riolu that Chase believed above all, and it was Riolu who would bring him the title of Champion. After all, Riolu was the only one who could tell how he was feeling at all times.

Chase's dad had explained the concept of aura to him when he gave him his Riolu, but it still was difficult to believe sometimes. The young trainer stared into Riolu's red eyes and wondered. What is he thinking about right now? In some ways, Chase was jealous. Humans ruled the world behind their fortified cities, as had been the case since pre-history, but they were imperfect. Flawed. Riolu, meanwhile? He could go on a run twice— no, three times as long if he so desired.

Chase was the only factor holding him back, and it was infuriating to think about. This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. He would be perfect one day.

"Let's cut the break short," Chase said.

"Time for push-ups. Five sets of ten, then another break." Chase took off his cap and placed himself flat against the ground, and pushed. Riolu did the same. He was not fully grown, and so he was weak, but this would pay off in the long run. His muscles would destroy themselves, and then be rebuilt a little stronger every time. The teen had planned his life in meticulous detail, and he would make sure to have the strongest body possible to stand by Riolu's side.

And so he pushed past the pain, knowing that next time, this would be slightly easier. Another hour later, their workout was finished. Chase made his way back toward his Poke Center and took a well-deserved shower, using the opportunity to clean Riolu right afterward. Next was lunch. He kept it simple and healthy: chicken, rice, and vegetables on the side. The taste was mediocre, but it was necessary to push through. Riolu only ate in the mornings and evenings, just like the rest of his team.

While eating, Chase spent his hour browsing the forums or sometimes watching one of the gym battles. The boy always ego searched his name, seeing what people said about him. He had made quite an impression in Jubilife, and he reveled in their admiration. It was good that they knew their place. Their only job was to watch and wish they were as good as he was. Chase could sense their jealousy through the screen. Their envy only fueled his desire for excellence.

Sometimes though, Chase would see others being talked about, and one name came up more than any others— even his. Cecilia Obel. Anger boiled up inside of Chase. Cecilia this, Cecilia that, it was all these losers could talk about! She was nothing! Some Unovan trash who was too scared to compete in her own region because that meant she would have to fight her brother. And yet, she was more popular than he was? Someone who had proven himself time and time again since the Circuit had started?

These people were all trash—"Rio!" Riolu yelled out. Chase snapped out of his inner rant, realizing he had already cut a slice of chicken and was just slicing the plate, creating an eerie scratching noise. That had garnered the other trainer's attention, and they stared at him with irritated gazes. Don't look… don't look at me while I'm being mediocre. Chase finished his meal quickly and left the center before his one hour break was up. He needed a distraction to put this moment of mediocrity behind him.

So he decided to go to a battling arena a few blocks away from the gym." Hey losers!" He yelled as he walked past the door.

"Who's the strongest trainer here?!" They stared at him like a group of confused Spinda. Chase continued walking, wasting his breath by asking around for the strongest trainer. This time, he got answers. Soon they'll understand. He thought. No— he would make them understand that he was the only name worth following in this League Circuit full of losers.

"One step at a time, I will reach perfection," Chase murmured to himself.