Matthew's FanFiction

Carl, who is 11 years old, has been battling with Pokemon for over a year
since he got his Pokedex and his first Pokemon, a Squirtle. Now the
Pokemon
League Champion, Carl seeks to further hone his skills and his Pokemon. In
his party he has Blastoise, Charizard, Venusaur, Alakazam, Nidoking and
Dragonite.

Carl wandered along the glorius coast of Cinnabar Island. As champion, he
was recognised as the most powerful trainer all over Kanto. Yet he knew
that
it had been a tough struggle, and knew that
there just had to be someone stronger than himself. He knew it was in
Kanto,
Johto, Hoenn or even the Sevii Islands. Possibly - just possibly - somewhere
no person from any of these reigons had ever visited.
"Hello."
Carl spun round to face the voice. It was that of a man's, a fighting
Pokemon user by the looks of him. Looks like Alakazam can deal with this
one, he thought.
" I shall battle you. You seem like a strong person with Pokemon. I
would like to test your skills."

"Okay, then," replied Carl, accepting the stranger's challenge.
"Alakazam, go!" was the cry as the Pokemon erupted from the Poke Ball.
"Sneasel!" said the fighter as he threw the ball. Then, the battle
commenced.
"Alakazam, Psychic!" Hurling a telepathic wave at the foe, Sneasel
remained unharmed. "Rats! Sneasel's an Ice/ Dark Pokemon. Psychic moves
won't affect it!
"Sneasel, Faint Attack!" The Sneasel faded, then the Alakazam was
knocked senseless as the Sneasel landed a blow in Alakazam's chest.
"Alakazam, return!" But as the Alakazam was about to disappear, Carl
realised his mistake. The Sneasel was about to use Pursuit! Before
Alakazam
disappeared, it lay unconsious.
"No!"
The rest of the battle went the same way. Although the stranger
appeared
like a fighting Pokemon user, he actually covered most types, like Carl
did.

That was where Carl had made a huge mistake. He had made an assumption.
" You fight well, young one." Then, Carl realised that the stranger was
actually an elderly man! "I am Kotu. I shall train you in the ways of
sense."
"What do you mean?" asked Carl.
"I mean that you should not make assumptions about one you do not know.
A good disguise can fool even the most perceptive of trainers and win if
he
has truly mastered the art of battling. Come, young one. You have much to
learn."

By Matthew