The sun had barely cleared the roofs of Eterna when Orion woke up and immediately began calculating.
Three mouths to feed. One Gym battle to win. Two move tutors he was seriously considering. And the question of whether today's training would push them forward—or wear them out right before they needed to be perfect.
He rolled out of bed, scratched at the back of his neck, and looked down.
Shinx was snoring under the blanket again. Which was impressive, considering Orion distinctly remembered putting him outside the covers when he went to sleep.
"You teleport in your sleep or am I just too tired to notice when you break the laws of thermodynamics?"
Shinx didn't respond. Just shifted, sighed, and sent a tiny arc of static through the sheets.
"Great," Orion muttered. "Warm and electric. Just what I needed."
Training Plan – Post-Gym Priority Targets
Grotle:
→ Refine Absorb into Giga Drain
→ Start anchor-shell drills for rooted terrain control
→ Prep for Curse technique: weighted drag movement, core stabilization
Tyrunt:
→ Continue Stealth Rock refinement (directional control, trigger spread)
→ Reinforce precision on bite combos
→ Controlled fatigue cycles—no burnout during multitarget engagements
Shinx:
→ Control drills (Spark output shaping, positioning)
→ Reflex chain timing (spark + lunge snap)
→ Evaluate potential paths for power-based expansion
He paused.
Tore out the previous day's messy half-page attempt and rewrote the whole thing again, cleaner.
If they won the Gym match, he wasn't giving them rest days.
He was giving them momentum.
The Move Tutor Registry was surprisingly less awful than last time.
Still smelled like stale printer plastic and overused styluses, but at least the interface didn't freeze when you touched the screen today.
He checked the live availability roster.
Tyrunt – Refinement Support:
Stealth Rock: Ongoing. Tutor session available for enhanced timing – 1,200₽
Dragon Tail (request-only, combat scenario needed)
Roar: 450₽
Stomp: 800₽
Grotle – Tutor Access:
Giga Drain: 1,000₽
Curse: 750₽
Protect: 600₽
Bulldoze: 1,100₽
Shinx – Available Now:
Crunch (instinctual bite harnessing – 950₽)
Spark Reinforcement Drills (fine-tuned field expansion – 600₽)
Thunder Fang: 800₽
Three clear goals.
Stealth Rock enhancement.
Giga Drain mastery.
And… maybe Spark control, if the small lightning menace decided he wasn't above actual discipline.
Shopping was efficient.
The vendor at the inner-circle marketplace didn't blink when Orion rattled off his list like someone ordering rations for a mercenary squad.
14 days of elite-quality Pokémon feed
10 days of compact, high-density trainer meals
3x Healing salves
2x Burn meds
2x Paralysis anti-shock kits
1x Poké Ball—because it never hurt to have a spare
He paid in full.
Budget tight, but planned.
He was down to move tutor money and a bit of margin.
Exactly where he liked to be—one step ahead of collapse, but not by much.
Back at the Pokémon Center, he reserved a dusty outdoor training lot with faded boundary lines and a single cracked fountain that looked like it hadn't poured water since the last economic crash.
He lined up the team for drills.
Tyrunt first.
They practiced targeted Stealth Rock deployment using mock terrain lines—Orion tossed ragged targets into randomized arcs and shouted angles while Tyrunt shifted debris and stone placement by instinct.
No more just throwing rocks hard.
Now it was throwing them smart.
Tyrunt was starting to get it.
His tail whips began shaping clusters that fanned out like spikes. Debris that caught ankles. Jagged lines that boxed in movement.
It was art.
Ugly art, but art.
Grotle next.
He didn't need much flash. Just weight.
He dug into the soft earth and stood while Orion paced around him, occasionally tapping his shell, pulling at vines, tossing light weights onto his back to see how long he could balance.
Every minute, Grotle grew more still.
More rooted.
Less of a Pokémon and more of a problem someone else would have to try to move.
Orion grinned.
This was what dominance looked like when it grew from the ground up.
Then came Shinx.
Last of the drills.
Simple command and control—Spark bursts along static rails, reflex lunge and pull-back patterns, mid-air flicks.
Shinx missed the first three.
Fumbled the fourth.
Growled on the fifth.
By the sixth—
He bit Orion's boot.
"Really?" Orion muttered. "Is this your counter-offer to obedience?"
Shinx didn't let go.
His eyes flared.
Voltage spiked.
The Spark didn't pulse.
It throbbed.
Orion stepped back, dragging his foot.
Shinx's body tensed.
His tail stiffened.
The air cracked.
Then—
Flash.
Not bright.
Not dazzling.
Just real.
Like lightning crawling under skin.
His body arched. Twitched. Stretched.
Shoulders widened.
Fur deepened from fuzz to armor.
The snarl turned real.
And just like that—Shinx was gone.
Standing in his place, panting, tail sizzling and body low—
Luxio.
No lightshow.
No fireworks.
Just instinct, teeth, and the spark of a line being crossed the hard way.
Orion stared for a second.
Then nodded.
"Well. About time."
Luxio grinned.
Then tackled him.
That night, they ate like royalty.
Tyrunt tore into the nutrient slab like it owed him money.
Grotle chewed in near silence, eyes half-lidded in perfect zen.
Luxio sat on the table and refused to eat anywhere else.
Orion let him.
He sat back, arms folded behind his head, meal bar half-eaten.
Tomorrow was the Gym.
And for once, he didn't write anything in his notebook.
He didn't need to.
They were ready.
And they were about to prove it
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