Let's go go gooo

"Oi-" Enya snarled as the boy drew in closer. At least he had apologized- though that didn’t erase the fact that she’d been hit. Enya slid of her jacket, shaking the water off, wincing a bit. "Watch where you aim! That didn’t feel good at all." and after placing her jacket back on, she ruffled her hair, attempting to shake out the water that she had been hit with. 

Speaking of the Flygon himself, the other pokemon asked about him. If this girl knew about a Wingull training under Cecil, then it was most likely she was the one trying to steal him away from Peecko. He let out a haughty laugh and put his hands on his hips. 

"Yeah I am. And you must be the kind soul he's working with now, right? I heard about you." Rather, Peecko might've heard Cecil sleep talking or he might've done a little spying and recon. As apprentice, he was also Cecil's top paparazzi, right? 

Guiding her behind his little rock, they watched Peecko in silence. The poor Wingull was either going to be fried, or he’d be successful. Cecil was silently cheering him in his head- in hopes that Peecko’s battle would go well. However, it wasn’t going to be long until that elekid would snap out of it’s own confusion. Cecil’s wings unfolded in preparation, just in case he had to make a daring rescue of his little apprentice. Although, he didn’t doubt that the poor thing wouldn’t be able to hold his own.

He took out an oran berry from his bag and ate it two bites before facing the confused pokemon again. The elekid, after having landed that single attack on Peecko, had been hitting rock after rock trying to find the wingull again. A smirk, a devious little smirk, spread across Peecko's face. He released a jet of water that hit the electric type head on, knocking it back a few meters.

The elekid looked beyond pissed. It rose to its feet and charged at Peecko with a tackle. With his slightly above average speed stat, Peecko was able to dodge the sloppy attack, making the elekid hit was was behind him: a rock wall. He watched the enemy recoil from the hard hit before releasing another jet of water. 

By this time, the elekid was at low health. The hit to its head knocked it free of its confusion and now it stared head on at the wingull, laughing at the face of the enemy. The elekid charged up for another attack, and Peecko launched another water gun. However, the elekid didn't move or even flinch. It continued to charge its electrical power.

Again and again, Peecko tried to use its water gun, but the elekid stood its ground. 

Seems like he was shoved aside. How rude of you, Enya. 

Her new life had been getting gradually easier. Enya had finally been able to find a place to stay, a Ravaged Field friend zone, and had been on her first mission. She had even met the master-ranked Flygon: Cecil. All in all, Enya was adjusting quite well to her new situation, and for once in a long while, was enjoying herself. 

After having a quiet breakfast to herself at a small cafe, Enya decided to walk along the beach. While she wasn’t fond of the ocean, or the strong salt smell, she enjoyed the vast horizon and aesthetics. As long as she didn’t have to swim, she actually enjoyed the beach. Luckily enough, the beach wasn’t too crowded. The day wasn’t as warm as usual, so she figured other folk were either out on missions, training, or managing their shop. Shoving her hands into her pockets, Enya walked along the beach. 

The Houndoom was enjoying the walk, only pausing momentarily to say a quick hello to the few people that were out and about. In the distance, Enya swore she could see a small boy, about her height, doing some kind of training. Normally, the sight would be one to pass up, but a feature in particular caught her attention as she neared the figure. 

Yes, Peecko intended to truly live the dream, but he knew that no fabulously famous person was as weak as him. Despite having met Cecil and despite having tried to monopolize his attention in order to get stronger, he knew he needed to do some independent studies. 

Though, he did have an ulterior motive. The sad truth was that he could no longer truly monopolize his master rank mentor because another pokemon had entered the scene apparently. It... wasn't as if he was jealous or anything. He just couldn't afford to lose his mentor that he found first. 

There was a deep frown as he looked out to the sea, momentarily pausing his training. He needed to get stronger faster; he knew. 

Swiftly, he turned from his outlook of the sea and released a concentrated water gun, something he was practicing such that he would be able to cut through rock with water. While he hadn't reached the point of cutting rock, he believed it still would hurt. 

However, he inadvertently tested his new technique on an innocent passerby who, unfortunately, turned out to be a fire type.

Peecko panicked and slowly approached the targeted pokemon. 

As they finally began their stroll into the dungeon- Cecil began straggling behind, but it seemed that the client had been keeping Peecko occupied with several question- so much so that it hadn’t given him a chance to notice that his mentor had slipped away into the very depths of the cave.

And by depths, it was meant that Cecil simply hide behind things to access where Peecko would go and how Peecko would handle himself alone with the client. It was like a pop quiz more or less, just to make sure that Peecko would remember what he has been told.

His excitement more or less kept him blissfully unaware of his mentor's fading presence. Excitement and the bombardment of questions asked by the client kept him completely occupied. The questions were mundane and boring, but he guessed the client was just trying to make conversation. 

And that idle conversation went on until a shock of lightning hit the ground in front of Peecko. 

He froze, staring at the charred spot that was in front of him before lifting his gaze at the enemy in front of him: an elekid. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He looked at the client beside him and said, "Stand back!" The client obediently obeyed. 

The elekid smirked. Peecko seemed like easy prey to it. After all, the prideful gait he had before its rude appearance had disappeared. His legs were visibly shaking, but he still stepped forth. "I-I'll fight you." His voice came out weaker than intended, and he cursed his fear. 

The enemy taunted him, beckoned him to fight. Peecko, with his ill equipped arsenal of moves, attacked. He released a strange noise from his mouth, high pitched and irregular. The elekid, having been caught up in his pride, thought nothing of it and rushed Peecko, but soon its steps became wobbly and the world was spinning in its eyes. It thought, no matter, and released a thundershock anyway. The bolt traveled an irregular path.

An irregular path that ended at Peecko.

The confusion did not stop the other pokemon from hitting and hitting hard. Peecko was already on his hands and knees from that one attack. He, however, did not get discouraged. Instead, he was angrier than he had ever been. He confused that elekid and its attack still hit him! That was totally not fair!

He watched the spark light back up in Peecko’s eyes and a soft smile formed on his lips. Surely enough the client giggled once Peecko started off for the wrong direction- but soon he corrected himself. 

"Alright! It’s about time that we get going!" 

The Flygon’s wings vibrated rather excitedly- he was almost as goofy as a little kid himself sometimes, and got excited for the silliest of things. The client only giggled, and quite possibly swooned.

Reputation and power would do that to a woman who knew nothing of personality. If he had even the look of strength- so long as he could act the part, he would be attractive to any broad. Not that Cecil truly cared about that anyway. The client’s obvious attempts to grab Cecil’s attention remained unnoticed as he hurried towards the dungeon path. 

And as they walked, Cecil took note of something important. It crossed his mind twice now and he probably should let the other know.

In preparation, he recounted his moves. Water gun was his main one, but he didn't know how effective it would be against electric types; supersonic would always work, but his aim was probably one of the worst; growl (he let out a little scuff at the thought); and finally wing attack, which was a definite no-go. Not only would it be ineffective, it also involved him showing off his malformed wings to his mentor. 

He could imagine the disappointment on Cecil's face when he revealed the tarnished wings, unusable for flight. However, they were surprisingly good blunt force objects as he had minimal feeling in his wings. 

"Of course! The mission comes first!" he cheered in response to Cecil's advice. 

Once the entrance to the dungeon was in sight, he rushed to it, standing right outside. Adrenaline pumped through his veins in anticipation. His fears of electric types had been assuaged by the excitement of his first mission. 

"Ah Peecko…." He mutters a bit softly, the client a little worried herself about what the poor little thing brought. But Cecil didn’t mind- he simply needed to correct him. "Peecko, obviously you’re not ready for Mt. Thunder….. So we’re not going. Instead we’ll be going to Thunder Wave Cave, so that I may assess your level, skills, and experience in dungeons.. It’s the safest way and you won’t be killed." 

Naturally, the Flygon smiles and leans over to reassure his small and feather companion. “Relax… I won’t scold you for this purchase- since it’s just about the right amount needed for this dungeon.”

A sigh of relief escaped from his mouth, and he fell to his knees, not having noticed how weak they felt. "A-ah, I'm glad. I'm not ready for an early grave, especially since," he lifted his head up, looking Cecil straight in the eye, "I'm not as famous!" Inadvertently, he had cheered himself up enough that he could stand up again and puff out his chest and walk strangely in the entirely wrong direction of the dungeon.

"Let's go!" 

Then he realized his sense of direction should never be trusted. He stopped, turned around, and began to walk in the right direction with less bravado.The shine in his eye was gone, instead replaced by a look of shame.

Cecil was hopeful enough that Peecko was much too frightened to notice the change in location. But the mission remained the same. It was simply something that Cecil could use to test Peecko’s abilities. Should he prove himself a little more, they would go on tougher missions.

He had escorted their client near the billboard as they waited for the small Pokemon to return with the supplies that they needed. Cecil would soon evaluate him on what Peecko purchased.

But the real challenge lay in the outstretched hand of his mentor in front of him. 

He swallowed his pride as best he could and reached into his backpack, pulling out the pouch filled with berries. The pouch was placed in Cecil's palm. "O-oran berries and cheri berries! G-good thinking, right?" 

He did his best to smile brightly, but of course he couldn't hide all of his discontent. What would his new mentor think of his impulsive buying habits? He couldn't help it, right; Peecko was just a small tiny Wingull who was just told that he had a mission at Mt Thunder. Maybe praise would come from the amount of cheri berries he bought. Electric types meant paralysis. Paralysis meant feeling all tingling and not being able to move. Not being able to move meant an early grave. 

Truth was, Cecil wasn’t entirely sure as to what level Peecko even was- and it bothered him a little. He was becoming rather protective of the small Pokemon. He didn’t want anything bad to happen to him on his first mission. But then there was also the fact that a first failure would lead to a stunning success- and perhaps then Peecko would understand the way that Cecil was thinking. Not that he truly expected it in full.

"If you think you can handle such a task then- we’ll do this one." He mentions rather quietly, plucking a job posted for Mt. Thunder. An escort mission of quite the level of difficulty- especially if it’s riddled with electric type Pokemon that would probably kill Peecko- or eat him alive if given the chance. 

No.

He made no attempts to hide the fear that was encroaching on his expression. If it wasn't for his inflated pride, he would be in tears. Electic types scared him. No only for the fact they could control scary things like lightning, but for the fact that their attacks had like... 10000 times the effect on a pokemon like Peecko. To top it all off, he had to protect another pokemon as well. He could barely protect himself. 

"Y-yes sir!" he managed to bust out in response to the assignment given to him. He secured the bag on his back, gave a shaky salute, and ran off in the direction of the market place. There was already a list being made up in his terrified mind. The first thing on his list was many, many, many oran berries. He approached what seemed to be a green Kecleon selling berries, and he emptied out their entire stock of oran berries as well as a few cheri berries. He stuffed them all into his backpack and then continued on his way.

Well, he would've continued on his way if he hadn't realized he had spent all his money buying berries.