Chapter no.377 A Psychic Surprise

[ Celadon City - Hotel ]
The Celadon City hotel was a sprawling, luxurious building that rose high above the rest of the city. Its gleaming glass windows and modern design spoke to the wealth and sophistication of the people who stayed there. Inside, the lobby was spacious and elegant, with high ceilings, plush carpeting, and comfortable seating arranged in neat rows. The walls were adorned with beautiful works of art and expensive vases filled with fresh flowers. The air was rich with the scent of perfume and cologne.
But all of this opulence was quickly forgotten as a series of explosions rocked the building to its core. The sound was deafening, causing people to scream and Pokemon to scurry about in confusion. The lobby shook violently, chandeliers swaying dangerously overhead. Guests ran for cover, their panicked voices mingling with the sounds of breaking glass and crumbling masonry.
In the midst of the chaos, a Lucario and a Hitmonchan were engaged in a ferocious battle.
Lucario repeatedly punched the Hitmonchan, his fists striking with incredible force.
" Why do I have to fight this loser ?!"
Hitmonchan tried to fight back, but he was clearly outmatched. Lucario grabbed his opponent's head and slammed it onto the floor over and over again, causing a sickening thud with each impact. The screams of the battling Pokemon echoed off the walls, adding to the already overwhelming chaos.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the lobby, a Scizor and a Charmeleon stood facing some opponents. Scizor's armor that gleamed in the light. He had a serious, no-nonsense expression on his face, as if he were always ready for battle. The Charmeleon, on the other hand, was more relaxed.
Scizor's claw brushed against Charmeleon's as the latter exclaimed in shock, "What the fuck? Why are you holding my claw?! You psychopath!" Charmeleon turned to see a dozen or so Pokemon charging at them, their eyes blazing with fury. Scizor's eyes narrowed as he prepared for battle.
But Charmeleon was not one to back down from a fight. He grabbed Scizor's claw and declared, "Alright, if you insist..."
Scizor excused Charmeleon by saying, "Y-You bastard! Just admit it, you got scared we're outnumbered, huh?"
To this, Charmeleon replied confidently, "Nope. I can fight them all."
The two Pokemon started exchanging blows while holding each other's claw. They reared their elbows, knocking two more Pokemon out cold as they traded insults. "Let go of me, fucker!" screamed the Charmeleon.
"You let go, you black marbled pig!!" retorted the Scizor.
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The Celadon City hotel was in disarray. The sounds of screaming and panic echoed throughout the grand building. The lobby was littered with knocked-out Pokemon and the remnants of the destruction that had taken place. Upstairs, on the upper floors, the scene was no different. It was here that a blonde business man, named Richard, in a blue suit, cautiously made his way up the stairs.
With each step he took, Richard's heart raced faster. He wasn't sure what he would find when he reached the top of the stairs, but he knew it wouldn't be good. The sounds of battle grew louder with each step, and he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.
Richard had been climbing the stairs to the top floor of the abandoned building for what felt like hours. His heart was pounding in his chest, and sweat dripped down his forehead.
As he reached the top floor, he saw that his worst fears had been realized. The hallway was littered with Pokemon, all knocked out cold.
Richard's eyes widened in shock as he surveyed the damage. The floor was covered in debris, and the walls were riddled with holes. He could see broken pieces of wood, stone, and metal scattered around the hallway. The air was thick with the smell of blood and burnt fur. As he walked cautiously through the wreckage, he could hear the sounds of Pokemon moaning and groaning in pain.
He saw a Snorlax lying on its back with most of its body frozen, and on its enormous belly was a Wartortle. The turtle Pokemon had put his ear to the Snorlax's chest, checking if the pokemon was alive. " Winning is a damn tough thing to do," Wartortle exclaimed as he fixed his sunglasses. As Wartortle turned to Ninjask and asked," How badass was that line?"
" I give it a 7/10," replied Ninjask.
" Yeah !" Ninjask and Wartortle high fived.
Richard's eyes turned to see a giant inflated Jigglypuff. A Clefable's fist crashed into its face as it lifted Jigglypuff from the floor to the air before the fist crashed into the floor, cracking it. The knocked-out Jigglypuff was embedded into the ground. Richard could feel the shockwaves of the impact under his feet.
As he continued down the hallway, he saw a Dragonair wrapping its body around a fighting-type like a serpent. " How is this lady's hug? Don't you feel sleepy?" the Dragonair asked as the Machamp was sprawled on the floor, its muscular limbs twitching slightly as it lay unconscious. A crash occurred, and Richard's eyes turned to see a Rhydon standing above an Arcanine, blood splattered on Rhydon's horn while Arcanine was knocked out on the floor as a pool of blood formed around him.
But it was the scene at the end of the hallway that truly made Richard's blood run cold. He saw a flash of yellow, and then he saw it: a Pikachu, with a look of pure malice in its eyes, was holding the vines of a knocked-out Tangela.
Richard stood frozen in horror, watching as the Pikachu lifted a Machamp up into the air by the vines wrapped around its neck. The Machamp struggled for a moment, but then went limp, knocked out cold. Pikachu held the vines tightly, a wicked smile spreading across its face as it looked around the hallway, taking in the chaos it had caused.
Richard felt his stomach churn as he watched the Pikachu. He had never seen a Pokemon behave like this before. It was a terrifying sight to behold.
Richard turned to see Austin standing in the middle of the floor amist the chaos holding a sleeping Musharna in his armpits.
Richard gulped as he saw Austin glaring at him.
Richard managed to pull all the courage he had and shout," Return back Lady Erika, you fiend !"
Richard's shout reverberated through the floor as he could see that Austin's pokemon had won through the mercenaries' pokemon.
" Sorry, I don't have Erika with me right now." Austin answered with an indifferent look before he suddenly went serious.
" Then you'll face the wrath of the strongest gym leader in Kanto !"
Richard exclaimed as he shivered when a hand clasped his shoulder as a feminine voice answered," Thank you for the compliment."
Richard felt a wave of relief wash over him as Sabrina appeared behind him. He turned to face her, grateful for the support.
Sabrina's long, dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. She wore a simple black dress that hugged her curves, and her eyes were a piercing blue that seemed to see right through Richard.
"Thank you for coming Miss Sabrina," Richard said, feeling a sense of calm wash over him.
Sabrina smiled at him, her expression unreadable as she nodded.
Sabrina turned to Austin's as her eyes glowed with psychic energy.
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[ Omake Paragraph ]
The small white wings of a Dunsparce, which let it float a couple feet off the ground with great effort, were once thought to be vestigial. The fossil record has proven this not to be the case; their ancestors were in fact wingless creatures bearing a modest resemblance to Ekans and Arbok. Instead, it is a matter of nutrition. The production of Dunsparce wings requires a protein found only in small quantities in modern pokemon, all of them quite large and rare. In prehistory, Dunsparce hunted these creatures with a paralyzing glare, then feasted on a limb before they recovered, alive but crippled, but the surviving Johto megafauna are either too fast or have too tough skin for Dunsparce to hunt them successfully.

It is greatly fortunate for Dunsparce that their glorious, many-colored feathers has often seen them mistaken for gods – a Palkia in miniature, a serpentine Ho-oh. Their beauty and power were so great, or perhaps their glare so fearsome, that rituals of animal and at times even human sacrifice developed out of a need to feed these Dunsparce, who became seen as defenders of their communities and of the universe itself – a custom which continued in many other faiths for generations.

When the feathered serpent cult declined, so did the glorious Dunsparce of old. Modern Dunsparce, with their small, white wings and pathetic fighting prowess, are larvae. The depictions of old Dunsparce in art, a pokemon species unknown in modern times, baffled archaeologists and paleontologists alike until a few years ago. A rogue Team Rocket member was recently found with a large-winged Dunsparce in her hideout along with a pyramid of human skulls.