Pokémon: Trainer Paul

"Why do you want to fly?"

Paul finally understood what Gible meant.

"Gib! Gib!"

Gible dug at the ground with its stubby arms, then leaped high flapping its hands like a bird.

"You think learning to dig and fly will keep you safe from strange people trying to capture you?"

Through analysis, Paul pieced it together—this Gible had escaped from a hunter's grasp.

Considering the circumstances, the conclusion was obvious.

"Gib!"

Gible nodded enthusiastically. If it could dig and fly, it wouldn't have to worry about being caught again.

When the hunters tried to capture it before, they had other Pokémon with them. The hunters aimed to catch them all, but the others flew away.

Gible, unable to fly, was the only one left behind and captured.

o(╥﹏╥)o

"Hmph. Naïve. If someone truly wants to capture you, no matter how high you fly, how deep you dig, or how far you swim, you won't escape."

Paul shook his head, dismissing Gible's childish hopes, and continued:

"Only by becoming strong enough will you have nothing to fear—neither from people nor from Pokémon."

"Gib…"

Hearing this, Gible drooped in disappointment. So even flying might not help?

As for becoming strong?

Gible felt it was a tall order. Despite training hard since it was young, its progress had been minimal.

Even with its ground typing, it doubted it could defeat Elekid, the "big bro" it had just befriended. That's why it turned to the idea of flying—something that seemed closer yet farther away.

The vast and beautiful sky had always called to Gible. It didn't want to spend it's days endlessly digging.

Paul observed Gible closely.

Though he hadn't used a Pokédex for a precise evaluation, he could tell from observation that this Gible had excellent potential, and its ability rough skin was rare.

Considering it's species, this Gible was absolutely worth training.

"Do you want to become stronger? Do you want to fly?"

"Gib!"

Gible, lost in disappointment, looked up at Paul, and it's eyes shining with hope.

"Then join us. Train with us and grow stronger."

"Training will be tough, battles will bring injuries, and the process won't be easy."

"But you'll grow stronger quickly. And one day, you'll soar freely through the blue skies."

Paul extended a Poké Ball toward Gible, speaking with a calm yet serious tone.

At that moment, Paul seemed larger-than-life to Gible—confident and magnetic, yet within reach.

"Gib!"

After a moment of hesitation, Gible nodded, bouncing forward to tap the Poké Ball's button.

With a flash of red light, Gible was drawn into the ball.

Click.

The ball shook once in Paul's hand before it stilled.

Gible was caught!

Paul didn't celebrate just yet. Visual observation wasn't enough; he needed a detailed evaluation.

He pulled out his Pokédex and scanned the Poké Ball.

Gible

Type: Dragon, Ground

Ability: Rough Skin (Inflicts damage on contact when attacked.)

Gender: Male

Moves: Fire Fang, Dig, Sand Tomb, Dragon Claw, Dragon Breath, Bite

Height: 0.7 m

Weight: ...

"It knows Dragon Claw? Interesting!"

Paul smirked. While Gible had six moves, only four were noteworthy:

Fire Fang: Not too hard for Gible to learn, though many Gible would neglect it as "useless."

Sand Tomb and Dragon Breath: Common among Gible, not surprising.

Dragon Claw: Rare, considering Gible's physical form favored biting over clawing.

As it evolved, Gible's later forms—Gabite and Garchomp—would shift to using claws for combat, showcasing their increased power and elegance.

"Decent enough. It has a potential." Paul concluded with a growing smile.

Gible's talents—its physical prowess, learning ability, and battle instincts—were all promising.

Still, he needed to confirm Gible's potential through rigorous training.

Paul released Gible from its Poké Ball.

"Gib~"

Gible emerged, standing before Paul with bright eyes, exuding a fiery determination. Its gaze conveyed one clear message: Train! Grow strong! Fly!

"Elekid, take it for a flight."

Since he hadn't finalized Gible's training regimen, Paul casually assigned it to Elekid for now.

"Gib!"

Before Elekid could respond, Gible rushed over, looking up at it with wide pleading eyes.

Big bro, fly!

Elekid couldn't bring itself to refuse. Sighing, it nodded.

Fine. It's just one flight. No big deal.

Steeling itself, Elekid stepped behind Gible and wrapped its arms around the smaller Pokémon.

ZAP!

With a sharp cry, Elekid recoiled, releasing Gible immediately. Its hands were red and stinging.

Turns out, Gible's Rough Skin wasn't just for show. Holding it felt like grabbing a bed of needles.

Gible blinked innocently, oblivious to Elekid's struggle.

Elekid grimaced but reluctantly picked up Gible again. Gritting its teeth, it leapt into the air wings of electricity crackling behind it.

"Gib!"

As the ground fell away, Gible's eyes sparkled with joy. Meanwhile, Elekid's face turned crimson from the effort, its grip tightening despite the pain.

Paul ignored the scene, lost in thought about Gible's training plan and whether to release his Gyarados.

Gyarados, powerful as it was, held less value compared to the potential of this Gible.

Paul's standards were exacting far beyond those of an average trainer.

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