Chapter 25 - 25: Reality Check and Determination

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Next Morning, the soft glow of Chansey's Heal Pulse enveloped Gladion's defeated Pokémon team. Last night his Pokemon refused to heal, saying that these injuries and pain would be a reminder for them to grow stronger. But next morning, Chansey had enough of their stubbornness and knocked some sense to the Pokemon before healing them. Milotic, Machoke, and Eevee lay still, their bodies slowly recovering from the one-sided battle against his mother's Arcanine. Gladion sat nearby, his mind racing as he processed the previous day's events. The battle had been more than just a loss; it was a complete demolition of everything he thought he knew about Pokémon training. His mother's Arcanine, a Pokémon she had raised for over two decades, had effortlessly swept aside his entire team without taking a single hit. As Chansey worked her healing magic, Gladion's thoughts drifted to the upcoming Indigo League. He had always imagined himself storming through the competition, his carefully trained team crushing all opposition. Now, that dream seemed laughably naive. "Chansey?" The pink Pokémon's gentle voice broke through his reverie. Gladion looked up to see his Pokémon stirring, their injuries healed. "Thanks, Chansey," he said, managing a small smile. As the healing Pokémon waddled away, Gladion gathered his team around him. "I owe you all an apology," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "I underestimated what we were up against. I thought we were ready for anything, but clearly, we have a long way to go." Milotic cooed softly, nuzzling against Gladion's hand. Machoke flexed its muscles, a determined glint in its eyes. Eevee yipped encouragingly, its tail wagging. Gladion felt a surge of affection for his loyal partners. "We're going to train harder than ever before," he promised. "But first, I need to understand what we're really up against." Over the next few days, Gladion threw himself into research. He pored over old Indigo League records, studied the careers of successful trainers, and even convinced his parents to share stories from their own journeys. What he discovered both humbled and motivated him. The Indigo League, like most regional championships, was primarily a proving ground for young trainers. Most participants were either just starting their journey or had been trainers for less than five years. It was a far cry from the world-class competition he had imagined. "So, the champions of indigo league we see on TV..." Gladion mused aloud during dinner one evening. His father, Ben, nodded knowingly. "They're the best of the newcomers, no doubt. But they're still just scratching the surface of what's possible in the world of Pokémon training." Erza, his mother, added, "The Ace Trainer circuit is where you'll find the true elites. Most Ace Trainers could easily defeat a newly crowned Indigo League champion." Gladion's eyes widened. "Really? But then why don't they compete a lot?" "Different goals," Ben explained. "Ace Trainers are often more interested in research, conservation, or specialized battling formats. The League is more about introducing young trainers to competitive battling and identifying promising talent." This revelation led Gladion down another rabbit hole of research. He learned that Gym Leaders, far from being mere stepping stones, were often among the best Ace Trainers a region had to offer. Their "gym teams" were intentionally scaled down to provide appropriate challenges for new trainers. "So when we face a Gym Leader," Gladion said to Gwen as they walked to school one morning, "we're not even seeing their real strength?" Gwen nodded, for once serious about the topic. "Yep. Can you imagine if they used their full teams against newbie trainers? Nobody would ever get any badges!" The more Gladion learned, the more he realized how different the real Pokémon world was from the stories and shows he remembered from his past life. In those tales, young trainers with minimal experience could take on and defeat Elite Four members or even Champions after just a few months of training. "It's not like in the anime," Gladion muttered to himself, earning a curious look from Eevee. He scratched behind her ears, smiling. "Nothing, girl. Just thinking about how much we have to learn." The reality was far more complex and demanding. Elite Trainers spent years, often decades, honing their skills and building their teams. The bond between trainer and Pokémon, forged through countless battles and shared experiences, was not something that could be rushed or shortcut. Gladion's overconfidence, born from his memories of fictional Pokémon journeys, had been shattered. But from the ashes of that misplaced certainty, a new determination arose. "We're going to do this right," he told his team one evening as they gathered for training. "No shortcuts, no quick fixes. We'll build our strength step by step, battle by battle." Milotic trilled in agreement, her scales shimmering with renewed purpose. Machoke pounded its chest, ready for the challenges ahead. Pupitar gave a small roar. And Eevee, ever loyal, nuzzled against Gladion's leg. Over the next few weeks, Gladion's training regimen intensified. He woke before dawn to run with his Pokémon, building their stamina. Afternoons were spent in focused battle practice, refining moves and developing strategies. Evenings were dedicated to bonding activities, strengthening the emotional connection between trainer and Pokémon. Erza and Ben watched their son's transformation with a mixture of pride and concern. "He's taking this very seriously," Erza observed one evening as they watched Gladion meticulously grooming Milotic. Ben nodded. "It's good to see him so focused. But I hope he doesn't push himself too hard." Their worries were unnecessary. Gladion had found a new balance, driven by understanding rather than blind ambition. He still dreamed of being a Champion, of reaching the heights of the Ace Trainer circuit. But now he understood the true scope of that dream. "It's a marathon, not a sprint," he explained to Gwen when she asked about his new attitude. "We've got our whole lives to become the best. Right now, we need to focus on building a strong foundation." Gwen, impressed by her brother's maturity, found herself adopting a similar mindset. The twins began to support each other's training, pushing each other to improve while also ensuring neither went too far. As the months passed and their tenth birthday approached, Gladion felt a sense of calm confidence replacing his former bravado. He knew the road ahead would be long and challenging, but he was prepared for it. One evening, as he sat on the porch watching the sunset with his team, Erza joined him. "You've come a long way," she said, her voice filled with pride. Gladion nodded, absently stroking Eevee's fur. "I had a lot to learn. Still do." Erza smiled. "That's the mark of a true Pokémon trainer – always learning, always growing. You're on the right path, Gladion." As the sky darkened and the first stars appeared, Gladion felt a surge of excitement for the journey ahead. The Indigo League was just the beginning. Beyond that lay a world of challenges, discoveries, and growth. "We'll take it one step at a time," he told his Pokémon, his voice filled with quiet determination. "And someday, we'll stand at the top together." The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and Gladion was ready to take that step, armed with knowledge, determination, and the unwavering support of his Pokémon. ------Author Notes------- Y'all can read 12 extra chapters on my pat*reon. https://pat reon.com/mrmime24 [No Space]

Chapter 25 - 25: Reality Check and Determination

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