Someone's making a big splash!

"Have fun understanding the horrors of this world and finally opening your eyes to the acts that have hecked us to this forsaken planet!"

"What the hell…?"

"Have fun understanding the horrors of this world and finally opening your eyes to the acts that have hecked us to this forsaken planet!"

Ninja? What an odd word to utter after angrily snatching the diary away. Slightly puzzled, the count explained, “I apologise, I meant to return it to its owner soon.”

After closer inspection, it occurred to him that he was speaking to a standing and talking frog. And he hoped that whatever was around the ninja frog’s neck wasn’t what he was thinking it would be.

But oh, sweet sweet love. It must be nice for even an anthropomorphic frog to fall in love. Perhaps, just maybe, the stuff “too inappropriate to write down” was referring to…that. He chuckled softly, raising his cape in attempt to hide it from the flustered frog.

Sex.

"If you thought I was making fun of you, you are mistaken. I happen to find your story quite…cute."

He went on, “I too am already in love with someone. I understand.” The count wiped the smirk off his face and now bore a more serious expression.

"Oh."

"Bleck." His face wrinkled into a sour expression, promptly slamming the book shut with one hand,

"I should return this…" the count decided.

That was all count bleck got to read as Greninja suddenly grabbed the book out of his hands, blushing hotly. “Ninja!!!”

Ninja? What an odd word to utter after angrily snatching the diary away. Slightly puzzled, the count explained, “I apologise, I meant to return it to its owner soon.”

After closer inspection, it occurred to him that he was speaking to a standing and talking frog. And he hoped that whatever was around the ninja frog’s neck wasn’t what he was thinking it would be.

But oh, sweet sweet love. It must be nice for even an anthropomorphic frog to fall in love. Perhaps, just maybe, the stuff “too inappropriate to write down” was referring to…that. He chuckled softly, raising his cape in attempt to hide it from the flustered frog.

Sex.

"Oh."

"Bleck." His face wrinkled into a sour expression, promptly slamming the book shut with one hand,

"I should return this…" the count decided.

That was all count bleck got to read as Greninja suddenly grabbed the book out of his hands, blushing hotly. "Ninja!!!"

He tightened his grip on the net. “Well this is a pleasant surprise! So nice of you to….hop on by.” He chuckled at his own bad pun. He just had to make one whenever he caught something new.

"Ya know………I thought a Greninja would be stronger than a butterfly net…..guess this one might just be a weak pokemon. Maybe I should donate you to the museum instead. If I’m going to be a pokemon trainer, I don’t wanna be stuck with some weak-ass ninja wannabe…" Thinking it over he began dragging the net with the poor pokemon back towards the hotel. Maybe he could pawn off the frog for a quick buck.

A failed attempt to summon a dragon, an endless stream of beads, and now this. Catching a fellow Smasher and doing who knows what to that poor frog. That Greninja seemed to be in awful distress, especially how desperate that cry sounded.

"Fire magic might harm the frog…it’s too dangerous…" Zelda thought. But who knows what kind of incident will happen next? Staying out of it and doing nothing sometimes doesn’t help the situation. She would have to observe some more for the time being, just in case it was just a misunderstanding.

Harnessing her magic, she briefly transformed into her disguise, Sheik.

"It’s been a while since I’ve worn this," she whispered to herself. A few beads somehow fell out during the transformation, but the princess in disguise paid no attention.

Continuing to watch the boy and the helpless frog, Sheik hid in the shadows, waiting for the time to strike.

Greninja seemed to let out a few sad croaks. Great, he was either going to be put on display for everyone to laugh and mock at his akwardness, or be this guy's pokemon, fighting hard all day and all night.

Wait did he just call him weak....

Suddenly the boy would hear a rip as Greninja stabbed his water katana through the net. Looks like that made the pokemon pissed. "Greninja!!! Greninja!!!!" Though of course no one could understand him.

"I GOT YA!!" he yelled, swinging his net down at the same time. Excited, he wanted to make sure he had caught the butterfly  when he noticed what the bug actually landed on….

"...." He seemed to struggle very quickly, hoping the villager was dumb enough not to recognize him for long.

Regardless he wouldn't let this....this demon spawn catch him. Oh hell no. He would rather die in the firest pit of hell then be this boy's pokemon. So he did what was the most logical thing to do.

Greninja was in the training room, beating up on the sandbag with the weird eyes. He didn’t even want to know why it was alive and quite frankly he didn’t care, as it seemed to love getting the crap beat out of it.

"Ninja!" He disappeared, a small puff a smoke left behind, before he revealled in front of the sandbag and kicked it hard, sending it flying way up. He then charged up two water katana in his webbed hands and when the sandbag came back down it was hit again with the water blades, sending it up even further.

"You ruined my final blow. You'll pay for that later~" He winked at the fire type, obviously teasing him. "But yes, I guess it was impressive." He then crossed his arms and looked at Charizard, a small blush coming up on his face as he remebered the talk they had last night.

"So how are you today, Charizard? Itching for a battle?"