Pokémon: A Trainer Who Masters the Six Powers from the Start

"Pupitar, use Sandstorm, then fly into the air and wait for the signal!"

Ron's command rang out. At once, Pupitar unleashed Sandstorm, the harsh winds swirling across the battlefield as it propelled itself into the sky to avoid retaliation.

Beside Ron, Dwight scribbled down observations in his notebook. Since becoming a Pokémon Trainer, he hadn't yet commanded a Flying-type Pokémon in battle.

Watching Ron direct Pupitar now, Dwight was eager to learn. He wanted to be prepared when the time came for him to command his Salamence in combat.

"Roar! Rrrah!" Salamence growled with clear annoyance.

Since evolving, Salamence had been through countless battles. To it, Dwight didn't need to learn from Ron—he could just rely on his own battle-tested wisdom.

Dwight merely smiled in response, returning to his notes, eyes following Ron's every move.

After a couple more growls and no reaction, Salamence gave up and closed its eyes in protest—out of sight, out of mind.

"Pupitar, use Rock Slide in tandem with Iron Head!"

Utilizing the cover of the Sandstorm to its advantage, Ron had worn down Pinsir's stamina significantly. Now, it was time to end the battle.

Within the sand-choked arena, Pinsir could hear Ron's voice—but the storm made it nearly impossible to see Pupitar's direction of attack.

Pupitar, as the one who conjured the Sandstorm, could feel its surroundings clearly. With Ron's guidance locking in on Pinsir's position, the beetle Pokémon had no chance to dodge.

Chunks of rock rained down first, dealing the opening blow. Then, Pupitar dived from the sky with a gleaming Iron Head, smashing Pinsir to the ground.

Without pause, Pupitar surged back into the air and unleashed another Rock Slide, finishing Pinsir off in a brutal cascade of stone.

With the victory, Pupitar's strength now solidified at Mid Elite rank.

"Well done, Pupitar," Ron said softly, running a hand over the Pokémon's rough armored body. "From here on, just keep building your strength. I'm waiting for the day you shine."

Compared to other Pokémon, Pupitar's growth was undeniably slow—such was the fate of a pseudo-Legendary species.

To ease the mental strain that came with its sluggish development, Ron often spoke to Pupitar directly—offering encouragement, talking through its frustrations.

After all, being a great Trainer required more than raw talent, tactical prowess, or training methods. You had to understand a Pokémon's heart—help them manage their doubts and fears.

"Lucario, who we face next is up to you. Use your Aura to scout the area."

Having reassured Pupitar, Ron turned to Lucario.

The calm, steel-blue jackal nodded and released a pulse of Aura, its senses stretching far in all directions.

Before long, Lucario had a reading.

Without a word, the Gardevoir nearby responded to Lucario's thoughts, vanishing in a flash of Teleport.

"A Heracross, huh? Not something you see every day," Ron mused. "Alright, Lucario, this one's yours."

This would be Lucario's first battle after a long rest. Ron intended to let him fight solo to gauge his growth.

Understanding perfectly, Lucario unleashed his power.

His Aura rippled outward, forming a flowing blue aura beneath his feet like a shimmering current.

He opened with Aura Sphere, the homing projectile chasing down Heracross with relentless focus.

In an instant, Lucario vanished—having used Shave.

Simultaneously, the Aura at Lucario's feet transformed—molding into several massive hands that surged toward Heracross.

Staring in shock, Heracross was overwhelmed by the sight.

But instinct kicked in. With lightning speed, it countered with a barrage of Bullet Seed.

In terms of level, Heracross held the edge—Lv. 49 compared to Lucario's Lv. 47. That edge allowed it to shoot down Lucario's Aura Sphere midair with ease.

But Lucario used the opening. He closed the gap and struck with a deadly combo: Finger Pistol paired with Focused Blast. The impact sent Heracross flying.

Before Heracross could recover, the massive hands formed from Aura wrapped around it. With brutal force, Lucario slammed it into the ground.

Then came the barrage.

A flurry of Aura Sphere and Dark Pulse exploded on contact.

The Aura hands didn't rest either. They morphed into spears, blades, and clubs—a violent phantasm of weaponry, smashing into Heracross again and again with ruthless precision.

After a while, Heracross was completely knocked out.

Ron watched, impressed. Lucario's performance was exceptional—though he did regret that Heracross hadn't been a stronger opponent. It wasn't enough to push Lucario to his true limits.

However, it was clear now that Lucario had successfully set foot on the path Ron had pointed out for him—a path that was finally beginning to take shape.

Two days later, the same Heracross stood once again in battle, facing a different opponent this time. But Heracross hadn't forgotten the sting of his previous defeat at Lucario's hands.

This time, confronted by Greninja, Heracross was fully alert—ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"Greninja, activate Bond Phenomenon!"

Ron's voice rang out, and two swirling torrents of water enveloped both Ron and Greninja, initiating the transformation.

"Greninja, Flying Raijin Slash!"

Responding instantly to Ron's command, Greninja flung the kunai from his forearm.

Sensing danger, Heracross instinctively dodged.

In that brief moment of distraction, Greninja reappeared behind Heracross, the massive Water Shuriken once strapped to his back now transformed into a gleaming blade of water—one infused with the power of Water Release: Water Blade Technique.

The attack was so swift that Heracross didn't feel the pain immediately. Instead, he blinked in confusion, staring at Greninja.

"Greninja, Water Release: Water Severing Wave!"

A laser-like jet of water blasted forward. Just as Heracross began to turn, his shoulder was pierced clean through.

The pain followed swiftly. It surged through his abdomen where he'd been slashed earlier, crashing down like wave after wave of torment.

Dropping to one knee, Heracross was completely overwhelmed by a crushing sense of helplessness—his body refused to respond.

"This ends the battle. Greninja—Flying Water Shuriken!"

Unsheathing the enormous shuriken from his back, Greninja launched his final assault at Heracross.

Gritting his teeth, Heracross struggled with all his might, but it was in vain. All he could do was watch helplessly as Greninja's Flying Water Shuriken struck him dead-on.

Though Greninja had defeated a Level 49 Heracross, his journey was far from over. On the contrary—it marked the beginning of Greninja's breakthrough into the High Elite tier.

And no one had it worse than poor Heracross, who had effectively become Ron's benchmark for measuring his Pokémon's progress.

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