Chapter 2: Return to the Mansion

The Growlithe charged in, no longer daring to underestimate the human it was up against. Black energy surrounded its maw as it performed a bite attack, its potential obviously holding it back as the dark type fangs were brittle and weak.

Again going for a front kick, Ors slammed the top of his foot into the dog's jaw, resulting in a cracking sound as the energy teeth shattered and its jaw dislocated. Flipping back into the crab position, Ors sent a roundhouse kick using his heel at the enemy's temple. However, at the last second, Growlither jumped back.

Now, even more cautious, it used Leer. Status moves were strange in this world. Every creature had Energy within them, and moves like Swords Dance agitated that energy to increase a stat, while moves like Growl forced the opponent's energy to calm down, thus reducing the attack stat.

Unfortunately for Growlithe, the effect diminished with level. Ors felt his skin weaken as the energy flowing to it slowed, but within five seconds, he was back to normal. Each attack of this type furthered the effect, though, meaning after ten seconds of Growlithe using Leer, Ors had truly lost a massive amount of defense.

The Growlithe, satisfied, charged back in again, only to face Ors' elbow flying down from its blind spot. It managed to turn its body so that he only hit it on the side, but this still did some damage.

Of course, it was prepared to be hit, so the Growlithe tanked the damage, turning to bite at Ors' raised leg. This shocked the inexperienced rookie, who expected to follow his elbow up with another roundhouse kick that would end the battle.

The fangs sunk deep into Ors' leg, who flinched in pain. He hadn't felt something like this since the Oddish he fought hit him with Acid. This opening allowed the Growlithe to scratch at his neck. Despite a quick dodge, blood rushed from both his leg and upper chest.

"F-Fuck! You little!" Ors grabbed a stick from nearby, sucker punching his opponent with it in the face. It broke, not withstanding the transfer of force. Barely providing enough time for Ors to stand back up from his tumble.

Blind in his rage, Ors didn't recognize that the Growlithe's coat had dimmed quite a bit, nor see the bruises and blood covering it.

"This is something I've still only tried in training, but for you, I'll test it a bit more. Die!" Ors screamed at Growlithe, who replied with an equally resilient growl.

Gray energy surrounded Ors' fist, as he charged forward at over 30 feet per second toward the beast, whose throat sparked in fire. 'Leveling up mid fight? Little shit…'

"Corkscrew Cross!" Ors screamed out his attack for some reason, grinning as the energy didn't yet dissipate. The flames spat out by Growlithe blew apart under Ors' left cross, which threw Growlithe upward. Rushing in, Ors attacked with a right cross, which sent Growlithe into the ground.

If any normal person had seen this, they would be stunned. After all, using an elemental attack as a human usually required extensive training such that it was only taught at Pokemon schools to those who were eighteen at the earliest or learned upon the third evolution. Of course, Ors was nearly at his third evolution.

His Corkscrew Cross used flying energy to suspend the opponent midair, then normal energy to launch a powerful punch. He built it up wanting to use steel energy for he punch, but Ors still only had access to flying and normal energies.

Growlithe still hadn't gotten back up, its chest heaving brutally as it glared at Ors, before passing out. Ors sighed, his injuries screaming in agony.

Notice: Level 30! Choose an Evolution Path!

Human IV

Air Human I

Martial Human I

Although all three had their benefits, Ors had already decided he wouldn't be leaving behind his potential increasing race until he reached the highest point it could go.

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He chose Human IV, added his points to Speed, and closed his eyes as his body glowed with energy flowing around him. His eyes opened and he grinned at his Green potential. This  On the way, he barely dodged a Poison Sting attack from a black potential level 1 Weedle, which he smashed under his feet into a paste.

"I wanna give that old man a piece of my mind when I get back..."

The victory and evolution were both soured by how long it took Ors to return to his grandfather's house. He had, of course, learned how to find his way through the wilderness in school, but he moved slowly so as to not fight any more Pokemon. Despite his strength, he was both heavily damaged and severely exhausted from the fight with the Growlithe.

Thirty minutes later, brambles shifted as a bloody form pulled himself through them. He stood up, gathering his composure, before dully traipsing to the front of the house, where his father and grandfather calmly sat, the former sipping juice while the latter ate ice cubes.

"Ahem, grandfather, father. May I inquire as to the reason behind... ALL OF THAT SHIT?!"

Ors attempted to remain calm, but seeing the serene picture of the patriarchs' serene setting, like a 21st century painter sipping boba tea, he lost it.

This did not enthuse Typhon, whose eye twitched as he went to yell at his son for the disrespect, but to his chagrin, Hercule stood up first.

"Father, please don't mind my son, he didn't know what he wa-"Typhon was cut off by his father's snow white aura.

"You dare speak in this manner to your elders who are trying to help you?" The pressure released from the old man causing both to shiver as if in the arctic.

A small black cat with purple fur was suddenly in front of Ors, long, sharp claws lightly drawing blood from his throat. It also released a white aura, but dusty black particles tore at Ors' skin like sharp, black snow.

"My intention behind that exercise was to show you the true terror of the wild. You haven't actually experienced it before, only a controlled environment at the school. I assumed this would help you. Now, bow. I might still allow you to be a pokemon trainer if you swear your life to me on Arceus."

Typhon was quaking in his proverbial boots, hoping his son would just listen. 'I never should have brought him here.'

However, quite the opposite, a miniscule sky blue aura surrounded his son, blocking the black particles. Now slightly warmer, Ors stood at his full height, drawing more blood, but throwing the Sneasel off his back.

"I bow to no one!" He yelled, staring the old man down.

Hercule's aura turned off in his shock, as he took a step back. "Ha... HahahaHAHAHAHAHA! Finally, someone with a pair in this family!"

As Ors' aura also died out, the boy fell on his face, passing out.

Typhon opened his eyes, which had slammed shut when he fainted from his son using an aura. "Father? It was just..."

"An act? Correct. It was an act. I needed to find someone with true courage. Neither you, your wife, none of your six brothers, their children, or even Nemea could meet my expectations." Hercule smiled down at his son.

"Now, would you mind bringing him to school? I believe he'll be late if you don't hurry up. Feed him this Sol Berry and he should be right as rain by the time you get there." Smiling down to Typhon, the old man realized his words fell on deaf ears as the former had passed out. He sighed, "Fine, I'll do it myself."

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