Pokémon TCG: Sword and Shield—Brilliant Stars

Thoughts of Hitmonchan (The Closing Chapter)

Chapter Seven
Training the Trainer​

“So the clone did him well didn’t it?” Hitmonchan asks.

“I’ll say,” answers Scyther, “he won every game!”

“Well,” says Hitmonchan, “every game he played in anyway.”

“Are you still steamed about his defaulting to that kid in the final round? It was late, everyone wanted to go home, and that kid needed those extra packs a lot more than our trainer did.”

“That’s all true,” says Hitmonchan, “but it’s not just that.” He finishes lacing his gloves and starts in on the heavy bag. “He’s lost his bloodlust.”

“Bloodlust?” Scyther says, “This is Pokemon not Magic. You know he and his kid are trying to help this kid move from Yu-Gi-Oh to Pokemon. Why not give him a few extra packs and get home a little sooner? He won every one of his games too.”

Hitmonchan strikes the heavy bag with three quick jabs, then rocks the bag back with a roundhouse punch.

“You’ve still got the old haymaker.” Scyther admires Hitmonchan’s ferocity.

“And he’s still got the talent to be a champion again. Worlds is coming up fast.” Hitmonchan says. “But he needs to work on his will to win. He’s gotten too mellow, too easy going. And what’s with that stupid hat?”

Scyther laughs and flies off to watch the trainer and the kid battling with their gauntlet decks. They have made Pokemon decks of every major archetype and practice with them on a regular basis to gain a better understanding of their opponent’s strategies. Hitmonchan heads out the door for long run. The room is quiet.


In the corner a soft purple haze erupts briefly, then goes dark. Mew Two ex has come out of his Pokeball. He thinks to himself, “That felt good winning all those games last week. I know the trainer liked it too. But then he betrayed us and conceded his last match to that new kid.” He sees a flicker of movement and turns sharply only to find that he is looking at himself in the mirror. But something is wrong; his eyes have a funny tilt. He projects his thoughts outward telepathically, “Oh, it’s you.”

Ditto drops the form of Mew Two ex and resumes his natural gelatinous shape. “Hear me?” He thinks as he watches Mew Two ex.

“I hear you.” Mew Two ex answers telepathically.

“Liked winning.”

“Yeah,” Answers Mew Two ex, “You heard my thoughts before?”

“I heard.” Answers Ditto,

“You,” he shifts back to the image of Mew Two ex,

“Puncher,” now Hitmonchan’s image,

“Flyer,” now Scyther.

Then he shifts back to his natural state.

“Puncher right. We need change him.”

“What are you talking about?” Asks Mew Two ex.

“He soft now. Win next month he needs be hard.”

Mew Two ex sees that Ditto is holding something behind his back. “What have you got there?” He asks.

“Stupid hat.” He twirls his hand and the trainer’s fisherman hat disappears.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” Mew Two ex yells. “He likes to wear that hat. He has all those badges on there. Some even from the old days. You know he’s going to be mad.”

Ditto picks up a bright red tee-shirt with a picture of a Sharpedo on the front. It disappears into his twirling hand.

“Was that the shirt he got at Nationals?!” Mew Two ex cries out.

Ditto looks around the room. He plucks a plush Teddyursa from the floor, twirls his hand and it disappears. “Kid need be hard too.”

“ENOUGH!” Mew Two ex jumps in front of Ditto and points his hand out, readying his Psyburn. He lets fly with a bolt of psychic energy but it explodes just in front of him as if it has hit a wall.

Mew Two ex looks down and there is Mr. Mime, his gloved hands facing out in the familiar invisible wall move.

In the blink of an eye Ditto transforms into Mew Two ex and blasts him with a Psyburn of his own. Mew Two ex crumbles to the floor and returns to his Pokeball.

Mr. Mine nods to Ditto and returns to his own Pokeball.

Ditto continues moving around the room picking out certain objects and making them disappear. He thinks about what Mew Two ex said, “You know he’s going to be mad.” Ditto doesn’t smile, his mouth a short drawn line across his rubbery face. “He get mad. His blood boil. Get back bloodlust. Be champ again.”

In a dark corner of the room the Raging Goblin watches and smiles.
 
Dude these stories just get better so did. going through the same thing myself need the will to win back thanx for the inspiration.
BLiZ
 
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No it wasnt an evolved Hitmontop he didnt start that way, Hitmonchan is a cheater, haha I don't like this story more. *Reads it anyway*
 
Hmm... minor story edit for the present day:

Rare Candy could be used 1st turn. Also, because of ATM Rock, he DID cheat. Maybe Hitmonchan could use 1 Strength Charm and 2 Pluspower each turn for 2 Jabs, a couple of Defenders and Buffer Pieces here and there, maybe some Gold Berries, but then it gets murky and messy.
 
Chapter Eight
Thoughts of the Trainer​

The trainer sits at the table looking across at his reflection. He studies his own face, but the eyes are wrong. They have a weird slant. The trainer speaks.

“Transform.”

Ditto drops the shape of the trainer and returns to his natural form.

The trainer smiles.

The familiar purple blob across the table does not. His mouth just a slant line on his gelatinous face.

Hitmonchan, Scyther, and Electrobuzz watch in amazement.

While the trainer often speaks to them, he had never before spoken with them.

The kid used to talk with them and even play with them a lot, less so these days. A lot less so.

But they weren’t sure that the trainer ever saw them as anything more than cards. Until now.

Hitmonchan looks into the trainer’s eyes and, just for a moment, he thinks he sees the kid looking out. Just for a moment, then it’s all the trainer again.

“Ditto.” The trainer says, “Give me back the things that you took.”

Ditto’s body shimmers. He looks defiant. He can’t speak out loud in this form, but he dares to project his thoughts.

“Hear me trainer?”

“I hear you Ditto.”

“Want only for you and kid to win again.”

“I know that Ditto,” said the trainer, “but it doesn’t have to be the way it was. We can win and still take time to help others. We can win, and still have fun. And, more importantly, now we can have fun even if we don’t win.”

“Show me win.”

The trainer stutters. “I, I’m not sure what you mean.”

“SHOW ME! WIN!”

Ditto flashes back into his pokeball. On the table sits the trainer’s fisherman hat, the plush Teddyursa, the shirts from Nationals, and some other items.

The trainer turns and looks at Hitmonchan, Scyther, and Electrobuzz.

As the others turn away, only Hitmonchan holds the trainer’s gaze.

He sees himself looking back. He nods to the trainer and goes off with the others to get ready for the evening’s tournament.

= = = = =

(The next evening.)​

Hitmonchan is delighted! “First and second place!” He says, slapping Scyther on the back. “Him and the kid. Just like the old days! First last night and then again this morning. Back-to-back wins!”

Electrobuzz smiles.

“I told you they’d get the hang of modified.” Says Scyther. “He just needed to take the time and build his own deck. Once he did, the kid did the same.”

Electrobuzz speaks up, “Other’s have played those combos before them. All water, I could beat that.”

“Sure,” says Scyther, “But not in such focused decks.”

Hitmonchan grins and slaps the heavy bag with a couple of fast jabs. “What a boost of confidence heading into the grinder.”

= = = = =

(Later that night.)​

All of the cards are put away, save one.

The kid is in bed.

The room is dark but for the light from a small lamp turned down low.

A cool breeze drifts in from the open window. A reminder that autumn is fast approaching. Summer is coming to an end.

Alone at the table, the trainer looks at the card. First Edition, Fossil set.

He remembers a big tournament at the local mall years ago where he and his son had placed first and second after many long battles and had between them won a box and-a-half of first edition Fossil cards.

He thinks about the tournament the night before and the one this morning. Back-to-back modified events. Back-to-back wins. He thinks about the other trainers he faced. The ones he beat.

“But it’s not the same.” He says out loud. “Back then, all the tournaments were single or double elimination. When I beat them, back then, they were out.”

He looks again at the card.

“But today,” the trainer says out loud, although no one else is there, “its always Swiss style. Everyone gets to play every round, even if they lose.”

“Even if you beat them.”

He looks again at the card.

“Thanks Ditto,” the trainer says with a solemn face, “we were both right.”

He turns out the light.

Shuts the window.

And thinks about Florida, the Grinder, and Worlds.
 
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As always, well done. Too bad my favorite cards haven't showed up in this story... Jungle Kang and Licka!
 
I can't wait for the next installment. Do you think you could elaborate on the battles though? It would make it more interesting. Just a thought.
 
Makes me want to see a Legends style format, nothing past neo 4.
I Never played though in a tournament that wasnt swidd, out scythers know a much diffrent land... one mine still plays.
 
I'm surprised our old overused friends alakazam, chansey, blastoise, and wigglytuff have not shown up. Blastoise and Wigglytuff should take down their ex counterparts, now that would be cool.
 
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