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| Deleted User | Jun 28 2011, 06:49 AM Post #1 |
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The days turned into weeks after Jake and his new companion Sawk had left the academy. They spent time getting to know one another as they descended the mountain during the day, and spent time getting to know eachother better when they trained together during the evenings. It quickly became clear to Jake Stark thoug that pokemon need a different kind of training as well. A fight against a wild Graveller made this apparent. Even with Sawk's type advantage, his moves still lacked the proper skill and technique to end the foe quickly and without trouble. They defeated their opponent, but Jake would not count this as a victory. A battle won on luck is a loss all the same. The two came to a secluded clearing, a large deep blue pond teemed with skittish water pokemon as the waterfall behind it churned. Sending a fine cool mist in the air. The trees surrounding the grove were thick, old, and sturdy. Perfect for hardening ones knuckles and the grass was peppered with numerous dense gray stones. Jake had a good feeling about this place. The two camped out under the stars while Jake told Sawk stories, and he replied with solemn nods and an occasional 'Sawk'. It wasn't long untill the two fell asleep. "Sawk?" The azure humanoid replied shaking his sleeping trainer. He knew what the two came here to do and he was excited at the prospect of getting stronger. "Sawk." He said again growing a little louder. Jake stirred but did not wake. When his pokemon called out a third time and his trainer just groaned the Sawk used a wake-up slap to rouse him from his sleep. Jake was awake now, his head throbbing from his pokemons slap. "Alright! Alright! I'm up man!" He said scratching his head, stretching and yawning. The sun still hid behind the high peak of Mount Stella, meaning its warmth had yet to reach them. Perfect conditions to train. Jake stripped down, and with his Sawk dove into the pond. The water was cool like ice and the shock sucked the breath from both of them, but they began swimming nonetheless. The two swam in circles around the pond, keeping pace. Never faltering. Soon they were both sweating in the cold, blue, water. And both had lost count of how many laps they'd swam although it had to be more than a couple hundred. Exhausted, Jake climbed out of the pond and sat on a flat, smooth rock underneath the waterfall. Sawk followed suit. "Were going to meditate here, Jet." Jake started, calling his Sawk by the named he'd given it. "To help hone our focus. To calm our minds. And to give our bodies a chance to rest...we've only begun today, Jet. And tommorrow we will do the same thing. And the next day. And the day after that." He told his Sawk who just listened and nodded. The two closed their eyes and began their steady, rythmic breathing as the cold water from the falls crashed down on their bodies. Jake had lost track of time under the waterful. He wasn't sure how much time had passed but it had to be a few hours because the sun stood high in the sky. He gently roused the blue pokemon from his meditation and the two walked out from under the waterfall, sopping wet and wrinkled. Once he was dry again, Jake donned his clothes. He brought Jet to a large, titan of a tree and looked at his pokemon, who gave him its undivided attention. "You're fast, Jet, and strong. If you can master the art of close combat I don't think there's anyone that can stand in our way. I want you to practice against this tree." Jake told his pokemon. "Sawk!" Jet cried, bowing to his trainer. Very soon after he turned facing the tree did a racous stir up. The sounds were harsh, hollow sounding as each strike landed against the old tree. FWAP! CRACK! THUD! FWOP! FWOP! FWOOOP! The sounds echoed out throughout the clearing and the rest of the mountain with hardly any delay between one and the next as fists and feet collided with the tree. After a couple of minutes the Sawk stopped and began panting. "Sa..sawk." it said looking to his trainer for approval. Jake Stark smiled "very good!" He said impressed. Anyone else hitting a tree like this that hard would have shattered bone on the first strike, but his Sawk just seemed winded. "Catch your breath and do it again" Jet replied with an affirmative cry and soon began again. FWAP! CRACK! THUD! FWOP! FWOP! FWOOP! The cycle repeated many times, over and over. Along with hundreds of repititions of beating his hand against the one of the many stones that littered the grove. Despite giving it all his effort Jet's brick break had only managed to put a crack in the dense rock. He also only managed to hit the makeshift targets suspended from tree branches a few times out of hundreds of tries using his high jump kick. The rest of the times he crashed, tumbling to the ground. This worried Jake but he was impressed as his Sawk, though obviously disheartened and a little hurt, got up and tried again and again. He was begining to see why Sawk was chosen for him, the pokemon was too much like him to deny. The two spent what seemed like months in the clearing, making steady progress each day. Starting out their training the same way everyday, finishing it the same way everynigt. Mostly by eating whatever they managed to forage in the forest or catch in the pond. Jake had made a training exercise of wading into the pind and making Jet tighten his focus to reach in and snatch a fish from the water so the two could eat. After days of focusing their energies under the waterfall the feat was easy enough and they had fish aplenty. They swam again in the mornings, their laps reaching so high a count that they just measured the passing hours and used them to judge a good enough workout, soon their conditiong was enough that neither was out of breath by the end. Jake had decided that this day they would test their progress. He took Jet to the old tree, which was now speckled with dents and abrasions from the myriad of punches and kicks thrown into it. "You know what to do, Jet. Close combat!" "Saaaaawk!" The pokemon cried. FWAP! CRACK! THUD! FWOP! FWOP! FWOOOP! Jake looked on amazed as bits of wood and bark flew from the leviathans trunk. Jet beat the tree relentlessly then stopped. Planted his feet and jumped a little in the air turning a full 360 degrees and sending a roundhouse kick flying. The sound of splintering wood filled the air as the old tree slowly began to topple over. Jake grinned and nodded his approaval. They then moved on finding a large rock. Jet dropped into it's sitting stance in front of it. "Let's see your Brick Break." Jake said folding his arms. The Sawk nodded and flattened his hand out swining it into the rock with a loud SNAP! When he lifted his hand all that was there was a crack. Jake smiled encouragingly, "its ok dude, I know you can do it. Try again...focus this time. Remember our training." "Sawk" Jet replied. He took a couple of seconds to steady his breathing and stretched out his fingers making a knife hand. The Sawk raised his blue hand above his head and brought it down with a loud "SAWK!" Which was said so quick it could have been mistaken for a breath. The rock shattered into hundreds of pieces, leaving only a cloud of dust in its place. Jake scooped up the bits of rubble and tossed in two berries into his hand. He grinned at Jet, this was his final test. He had seen his pokemon jump a clear 9 feet in the air and take out targets with his high jump kick. But that seemed hit or miss, devastating to a potential opponent if it hit but more to Jet if it didn't. Jake wanted to see what he could do with his double kick. They'd only recently begun working on it and had gotten it so fast the the kicks seemed a blue and white blur as Jet's leg went up. Jake wanted to know f they were as acurate as they were fast. "Ok Jet, use focus energy to zero in. Then when I toss them up in the air hit only the berries with your double kick." He instructed the Sawk, who nodded. Jet calmed his breathing, made it steady, feeling and guiding the flow of energy evenly around his body as he'd practiced for so long under the waterfall. Jake smiled once more and tossed the fistfull od gravle and the two berries in the air. The Sawk's eyes, sharp from all the times he zeroed in on quick moving fish caught the crimson berries as they rose with the rocks and locked onto them as they began to fall in what seemed like slow motion to him. Jake looked on as the blur of blue and whit snapped into the air, seeking out the two berries and missing everything execpt them, causing them to explode in a brilliant flash of red juice as the blue feet collided with them. There was hardly any time spent between the two blows and as the rocks fell to the ground Jake smiled once again. He knew that Jet was ready now. |
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| shadowcat | Jul 2 2011, 09:50 AM Post #21 |
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"Aha," the man said, handing over a hankie with a little map already drawn on it. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and quickly circled the leftmost tip of the star-shaped island, and handed it over. "We are here right now." He circled the top centre of the island, "so you have to go over... here..." He drew a little path. "There you go! Be careful of all the Fire types, they're not all as friendly as him there." He gestured to his Growlithe who woofed happily. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 3 2011, 04:11 PM Post #22 |
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Jake bowed. "Thank you! I will head over there to train, might be I catch a growlithe and we can pit ours against eachother. Do you enter the tournaments at all?" He asked the burly man. Taking the crude map from him and smiling. |
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| shadowcat | Jul 3 2011, 04:35 PM Post #23 |
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The man laughs. "That sounds good!" he said happily, referring to the Growlithe fight. "I'll see you again sometime, I'm sure of it." He then turned around and strode away, waving without looking back. ((Two BP to Jet~)) |
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