The Wild Man Of Pokemon

Weapon making. One of the most romantic and oldest occupation in human history. For as long as man could pick up a stick, we made weapons.

Therefore for a modern man such as myself, making a weapon should be simple. Its not.

Like everything in today's society, weapons was a complex craft that took years to truly master. From materials, to actually working them, it required a knowledgeable hand for the highest rewards.

So how am I, a five year old child that happens to be mentally seventeen, supposed to design an efficient weapon? Make like any self respecting Pokemon and bull crap my way through.

From my extensive conversations with den mates, I have come to a conclusive introspection. Keep it simple. The dizzying number of Pokemon makes me forget that in the end, a strike to the brain or heart will always be fatal. Even ghost types have some sort of organ that is necessary to live.

Honedge for example can have his blade destroyed, but so long as his eye survives, he can regenerate all parts of his main body. He never recommends doing something like that as he still feels pain, but he could make do if needed. But if his eye was destroyed, he would die. Its kinda like a slime core.

In conclusion, I need something versatile, easy to use and damaging. Luckily, video games did most of the work for me.

Going to the Whirlipede pile, I pull out one of their most useful pieces. The blade.

It was just under two feet long, razor sharp and highly durable. Taking a piece of wood roughly the size of my hands, Da made a hole, then a split going down the middle. Next, I wedged the blade into the slit and hole, tying it closed with Nincada's sticky thread. Covering the sticky thread with Oddish skin, I had a sturdy hilt.

Seeing the final product was true joy. It was a sword just the right length for someone of my short stature. Heavy, but not overly so, and most importantly, it looked awesome.

The Purple striped blade curved to an indigo hilt. It was a chunibyo's wet dream.

Smiling, I put it aside. It was a perfect side weapon. While I would like to learn the sword, I don't have a comprehensive teacher. Honedge doesn't count as he has no body for me to copy stances from. He just swings himself around.

Maybe in the future, we could develop a style, but I needed something now. Now that I had a succesful first attempt, I started on the final product. This weapon is one of the most oldest things mankind has ever made. It was cheap, simple to use, and great for someone who has no reach.

The spear.

It's as old as clubs, armies clamored for it, and an idiot could use it. Perfect for one such as I. Though I won't settle for just any spear. It would be a true nightmare. A spear club.

It was the perfect amalgamation of the most versatile weapons in history. Just thicken the wood at one end of a spear and it is a devastating beast to behold. I could swing it around to get blunt force damage, and if the opponents armor proves to much, a stab with the blade and its lights out.

It was beautiful.

When Da and I were scouting Toxicroaks domain, we found a tree that had incredible life energy. It was interesting as the life energy around it was deep emerald and abundant as a swarm of locusts. Cutting into the tree, we found that it was ridiculously dense to Da's dismay. Inside was a gorgeous bone white wood. Gazing at the deathly pale wood, I knew this would be perfect to make my spear out of.

Coming back later with Honedge, we cut the sturdy tree down. After that, every one had a hand in polishing it down to shape. Honedge roughed it out, while the Meowstic shaped it. Nincada and I sanded it to a smooth polish with an abrasive stone I found. Rubbing my hand on the pole, I knew using this would be one of the best decisions I ever made.

Drilling a hole and splitting the pole like with the sword, I fix the blade. Next, I take some of the smaller spikes from Whirlipede and embed them around the top. After that, I wrap a length of thread around the bottom and midsection to act as a grip. The end result was an ashen staff, delicately wrapped in Nincada thread, leading up to a flared out cap with four outward facing spikes, before topping off with the venomous violet blade. It was a wizards staff meaner, brutal cousin.

It was sufficiently heavy for one my size, and the flaring at the end will add only add to the damage output. I grin at my work.

"Beautiful." I say to the empty workroom.

Taking my two new weapons, I return to the den.

'I'm back.' I announce.

'Hello.' Was the collective reply.

Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. Nincada was in his cave, digging out more space for his growing body, Honedge was fighting an invisible foe, and Da and Am were sleeping. I swear they are just like cats in that regard.

Standing there watching them I realize something important.

'Its getting cramped in here.' I blurt out.

They all stopped and then looked at me. Glancing around the room, they see what I meant. The den itself was maybe twelves steps wide. With mine and Meowstic's beds taking up most of the room, there was not much left for anything else.

'I think we need to expand.'

They nod.

Sighing at the extra work I created, I set my weapons aside to start.

We moved out all the furniture to an innocuous part of the tunnel. After that, the Meowstic lined the ceiling with psychic to prevent cave ins, before Nincada, Honedge, and I broke off bits of the wall. Shoveling the loose dirt into a pile, Da or Am would carry it out.

The process was mind numbingly slow so to pass the time, I ask, 'Hey Nincada, Honedge, do you guys have names?'

Chirping, Nincada meekly replies, 'Pokemon don't really have names. Sometimes, we'll use a title, but names are very rare in the Pokemon world.'

'Why's that?'

Honedge answered, 'Its not necessary. When we wish to look for a particular mon, we use their aura. A beings aura is a unique, intimate form of naming. It tells you exactly what kind of personality that being has.'

That must be why Pokemon are always portrayed as a good judge of character.

'What if you don't know the aura of someone?'

'Then you just ask someone who does.' Honedge remarked. 'Why the sudden curiosity?'

'Its just a little awkward to call you guys by your species name, especially when I can call the Meowstic Da and Am.'

'Those are parental titles. They are only used between child and parent. In your case, its a sign of adoption.'

Shocked, I spin around to look at Da and Am. 'Is that true?'

They nod. 'Over these many months, we have come to see you as our child. From watching you grow to seeing your exploits. We just feel so proud and happy to be apart of that.' Am stated.

Blushing from the familiarity, tears fill my eyes. Its been so long since I've felt this way. Not since… the accident.

Wiping the tears, I whisper, "Thank you."

Soft fur embraced my small form. 'It's our p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.'

For the rest of the day, I chipped away at the walls, a smile on my face.

.........…..

Two days of manual labor later and we have doubled the size of our den.

'It nice to have more room to practice with.' Honedge remarked.

'Yeah. Room to stretch out and relax.' Da said.

'The pillars are a little weird, but I could get used to them.' I said.

In the center of this now twenty four paced wide circle, was three pillars. They served as supports as well as to divide the room into three quadrants. Da and Am's space, Nincada, Honedge, and my area, and then a little work place for when we can't be bothered to do it in the storeroom.

'Quiet. Its been two days and I want to sleep in my comfy spot.' Am growled.

'Yes dear, let go to bed.' Da yawned.

I rolled my eyes. These cats sleep most of the day anyway, only getting up when nature calls and food was to be had.

Ignoring their antics, I asked Honedge, 'Do you want to come train with me. I finally finished my weapons and I need to get a feel for them.'

'Sure.' he replied.

Heading to our usual training spot, we got into our respective stances. I held my spear-club near the bottom to get maximum swinging power, while Honedge floated with his eye closed. Knowing better, I let him take the first move.

Two seconds in and he vanished from sight. My field detected him to my left, so I swung my club to parry. Surprised by the long reach, Honedge dodged down. I spun around to keep the momentum and he blocks. His body vibrated from the force, while my arms felt tingly. I may have used a club for ten months, but the buzz still caught me off guard.

'Oww' Honedge m.o.a.n.e.d.

Recovering, I go for another swing. Still recovering, the hit connects for a second; however, I was thrown off balance when the blow fazed through him. Falling to my hands and knees, I felt a blade appear on my neck.

'That was a good fight, but your not quite there yet.' Honedge mocked.

'Yeah, yeah. You're the best at this and all that, though to be fair I did get a good hit or two in.' I teased back.

'That's what you call them? The were mere branch pokes to the strong and impervious I.' Said the oh so humble sword.

A second later and we were laughing on the ground. It was nice to banter like brothers. To be my natural self. After… the accident, feeling any sort of emotions was hard. It was like living as a squeezed out dish rag. To be relaxed and to talk with someone who doesn't care about my circ.u.mstances was refreshing.

Sighing, I lay down and gaze at the sky. I wonder, with us declaring war, if there be time to watch the clouds like now or will we have to get used to living in the dark. Da and Am sometimes told stories about life in the trees. I would like to try it sometime. To be one with the forest and all that jazz.

Pushing a strand of my ever growing hair, I ask Honedge, 'Do you think we are doing the right thing?'

'What do you mean?'

'Conquering the mountain. We decided that Toxicroak needed to be killed, but the decision was so sudden. Are we rushing into something recklessly?'

Honedge thought about it for a minute.

'Yes, it did come out of nowhere and we probably are rushing into it.' I open my mouth only to be silenced, 'However, Toxicroak is actively destroying this place. If somethings not done, we are condemning ourselves anyway. Also, I doubt he or the Roserade would leave us alone for long. Better to take the fight to them.'

Turning back to the clouds, I listen as Honedge settles down next to me.

'The world is such a weird place.' he began, 'One second I was starving for food and had no place to call home, now...' The rest didn't need to be said.

It truly has been a year full of wild craziness.

'Yeah and from what I know, it only gets weirder.'

'How so?'

I contemplate my response. Do I tell him about my past and about how this world was a game or do I just lie?

'If I were to tell you I was a kidnapped seventeen year old from a world where this one is a form of entertainment, would you believe me?' It was time to lay all my cards on the table. I'm fairly certain Honedge will stick by my side even if I were to leave the mountain. That and Honedge was my best friend and secrets between friends will always brew distrust.

'I would believe you.' I looked at him shocked.

'Don't look at me like that. All of us knew you were different from the start. The way you talk, the knowledge you possess. It's not how a normal child should act.' he paused, 'And its not like we really care. We all have had difficult pasts so no one bothered to begin with.'

'But I could be lying for all you know. I could be a crazed lunatic of a child.' I countered.

'You really underestimate the power of thought rays. Every living thing has a unique aura that is the definition of them. For example, my aura is silver filled with nobility. If you were to dig a little deeper, you would find hints of mischief and pride. This is the same for everyone. Lies taint this aura, however. That's why its hard to lie to a Pokemon. We can see the taint. There are exceptions, but you are not one of them.' He explained.

The information dump was a lot to take in.

'What does my aura feel like?' I was curious.

'Its like the rain. Sometimes soft and gentle, other times wild and as potent as a hurricane. Sometimes nurturing, sometimes wrathful, sometimes an all encompassing curiosity, others apathetic to the world around you. You will meet many beings; Pokemon and human alike that will be simply swept away by you, as is the nature of chaotic good.'

'Huh' Was all I could say.

In many aspects, what he said rang true; however, there were some that didn't make sense. "What do you mean I'll sweep people away?'

'Just as it sounds. For good or bad, people will be swirled around the tornado that is you. Look around you. Do you think Meowstic just adopted you out of nowhere? Or that Nincada stayed from the goodness of his heart? You have a soul that draws attention, commands respect, inspires fear, and is invisible all at once. You are chaos in all the best ways.'

I munched on his words. It was an odd way of describing myself. To be a living contradiction. Something to think about as I grow in this wild world.

'So tell me about this world of yours. I am quite curios how the great I is nothing more then entertainment.'

I laughed before telling him about the past. It was truly delicious to see his surprised face as I told him about the wonderful world of Pokemon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon in any shape or form.