The first Pokémon to be encountered would be Bronzor, the Bronze Pokémon. The trio stopped dead in there tracks, three sets of eyes leveled upon the ancient physic Pokémon. Truthfully, Chancelor didn't know much about Bronzor—other than the fact the people of 'ancient' time praised it for some eldritch power it held within it. Blaziken awaits the order of Chancelor, battle-harden optics dead ahead at the meditating Pokémon. "I got it, boss." Chancelor says to the stationary Blaziken, patting the broad shoulder of the fowl as the human takes a few steps froward towards the unaware Pokémon. Once he was roughly ten meters or so away from the Bronzor, he loudly clears his throat in an attempt to get the attention of the wild beast. The very loud throat clear does the job, almost like a coin being flipped, the Bronze Pokémon puts all its attention on the trio with wide eyes. "Yo!" The Martial-Artist greets the blue Pokémon, a friendly wave as he continues speaking. "So like, we're here to test your strength... That cool?"

Apparently it was more than cool.

Blaziken found himself being the target of the Bronzor, more than likely because he was the bigger target and made the little thing feel threatened. A physic energy wave traveled towards the fiery fowl, but the extremely powerful and 'abnormally' long legs of the chicken allowed him to completely jump over and evade the attack. Directly above the Bronzor, Blaziken descended down upon it with a spinning kick, a heel burning with intense flame. To counter this attack, Bronzor begin spinning like a top and collided with the kick—ceasing all momentum and nullifying the kick altogether. Chancelor whistles with a nod of respect, slightly impressed by the defensive display of the Physic Pokémon, though it'd take much more than that to cease the relentlessly assault of this battle-seasoned Blaziken. Flames suddenly began to engulf the other leg as it was swung around in retaliation to the Gyro Ball. This kick hit the mark clean, burning deeply into the steel of the Pokémon and colliding with it with phenomenal impact. Like a bullet, Bronzor was sent rocketing off into the distance, only being stopped by a few low hanging vines which entangled the unconscious Pokémon. "It managed to stop your signature attack. That's pretty good, right?" The fowl nods slowly, following behind the now walking human .

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The next Pokémon to be discovered would be Dirllbur, the Mole Pokémon. Though it wouldn't just be one lonely little Dirllbur, there was a whole family of them—Chancelor counted ten Drillbur just relaxing out in the open grass and enjoying the company of one another. As the trio approaches, one warns the others and ten sets of eyes are glued upon Chancelor, Pikachu, and Blaziken. Among the pack, one stepped forward; this Drillbur being the leading mole among the pack. Despite being tiny, confidence radiated off the mole, sharp metal claws glistening from the sun overhead. "Oh. I like you already, Boss." Chancelor happily says meeting the Drillbur with steps of his own, the Martial-Artist bestowing a grin upon the battle ready mole. "Look. We ain't here to cause any harm or take you away from your family. We just want to test you and make sure you're capable of defending your pack against those that might want to harm you or even take you away." The mole eyes the human, leering him deeply in the eyes, but feeling the words coming off as genuine and true. Drillbur then gestures towards the fowl, growling and grunting. "You'll be facing off against him. One on one. No funny business at all, just a good clean fight." With Chance saying that, the fighting fowl walks forward; extremely long legs allowing the mighty chicken to practically slide across the grass. Drillbur nods, only to then dig itself underground and take the first move preemptively.

Chance takes a few steps away from the battlefield while Blaziken waits patiently for the borrowing mole to reappear. All the fowls senses feeling, watching, and listening to the slightest vibration to the ground. Then, he feels it, rumbling underneath clawed feet. In one single bound, he is airborne—evading the digging attack of the Drillbur at the very last minute possible. The battle-hardened eyes of the chicken then witnessed massive rocks flying directly towards him. Punches, kicks, and slashes turn the huge stones into little pebbles that rain down upon the grass—Chancelor and the nine other Drillbur running; fleeing even further from the battlefield until the rocks cease raining the sky. Blaziken's eyes narrow as he descends down upon the peaking Drillbur with a foot coated in hot flames. Drillbur retreats down the borrow, but the actions of doing so wouldn't save it from the flames. Blaziken lands on the now empty hole, flames on his feet flowing into the tunnel and following the maze like path. Drillbur quickly escapes before being swallowed up by flames. It erupts from the ground, but upon doing so, is greeted by an uppercut that slides it high into the sky and descending back down upon the soft grass with a loud thud. Before the cunning wild Pokémon could get back up, Blaziken is over it with a foot still on fire.

Drillbur then concedes. Giving the victory to the blazing fowl.

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A few minutes of walking, and the trio discovered the next Pokémon. "I'll be damn, I ain't never seen a Lileep in real life, but these things do actual exist." The human examines the seemingly docile Pokémon—walking around it in complete circles, steady eyes taking in every last inch of the Sea Lily Pokémon. Little yellow eyes opened from the 'mouth' of the Pokémon. It startled the curious Pikachu while Chance couldn't stop grinning like some overly excited idiot. By his left stick is a foot, he bends down and picks up the twig then slowly extends it towards one of the tentacles of the Lileep."They used these tentacles to catch food. They look like flowers, right? Well, watch this shit..." The stick hardly makes contact with the tentacle, but the tentacle springs to life, coils around the twig, yanks it from the grip of the human, and swings it around a few times. Pikachu is completely enthralled by this, chirping while pointing curiously at the Sea Lily Pokémon. The fighting fowl on the other hand showed no outward emotion towards this, he merely stood beside his Trainer with arms folded across a muscular chest. Lileep suddenly throws the stick in the direction of Chance, he manages to evade the flying twig and openly bursts out into jolly laughter. "Sadly they went extinct millions upon millions of years ago, yet here we face to face with a living fossil."

Could they really see what this underwater flower was capable of? Chancelor looks over at Blaziken and the blazing fowl seems rather uninterested in this prehistoric Pokémon. That is until a ball of energy is formed right above the 'mouth' of the underwater flower and shot directly at Chance and Pikachu. The Marital-Artist moves his head slightly to one side and evades the attack, but such hostility didn't seem possible from the once docile Pokémon. "Yo, cut that shit out!" He booms, Pikachu joining in on the Trainers words with chirps of his own. Again, Lileep attacks, water spewing out of the 'mouth' and dowsing the human in liquids he really didn't want to know where it came from. "Yoo, what the fuck!" Teeth are gritted, sleeveless sweatshirt now drenched in all manner of fluids and juices, and, to make things worse: Chancelor could have sworn the little thing was laughing at him. Though, before he could say anything, a blazing kick of the fighting fowl sent the stationary thing flying like a kickball. "I had that under control, Boss!" Blaziken shakes his head in mild disappointment before taking the lead. Chancelor stands back, head cocked at the gesture of the tall chicken. "What?! What I do!" He inquires, following behind the now leading Fire type.

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"Water ain't supposed to smell like this." The youngest McQueen makes a twisted face, arm rose to his nose, he takes a few whiffs of his skin only to jerk his head away with an ugly twisted expression. "This shit smells so baaaad." Chance can't help but whine, Pikachu feeling the exact same way—the electric mouse jumping from the shoulder of the youngest McQueen to the shoulder of the stoic fowl. Harden eyes glancing at the adorable little mouse, Pikachu smlies and playfully hits the face of the chicken similar to how he does Chance. The eyes of the fowl fixate on the road ahead and he continues, allowing the much smaller Pokémon to use his broad and muscular shoulder as a roost for the time being. "I gotta' get out of this pullover, I'mma die from this smell!" The boy quickly takes off the sleeveless hoodie he typically dons, a naked chest now exposed to the elements as the stench from the Lileep's attack was still upon him.

With the nasty smelling hoodie in hand, the youngest McQueen tossed it over his right shoulder and continued behind his two Pokémon. That was when the fowl came to a complete stop—the eyes of the warrior glued dead ahead on a little brown Pokémon laying on a low hanging tree branch. "Oh. Eevee." The boy says, the genetic Pokémon lazily looking at him and his two Pokémon before standing up and leaping from the branch it roosted on. This little Pokémon appeared to have no real 'motivation' to do anything by the lazy look it gave the trio. The Eevee then yawns, two sharp fangs poking out from an wide open maw as a left ear twitched. That was, until it attacked the Blaziken preemptively—a Quick Attack directly to the chest which makes the fighting chicken reel back just a little. Pikachu leaps from the shoulder of the fiery fowl and goes back to Chancelor who is merely watching the engagement for what it was. "He was waitin' for us. Looks like he couldn't wait to get his turn. Push him to his limits, Boss." Blaziken nods, engaging in combat with the tiny Normal type.

Truth be told, there was nothing this Eevee could do to this Fire and Fighting type fowl, but it continued to put up a good fight and used everything within its arsenal in an attempt to get the upper hand. Quick Attacks were shrugged off or intercepted with either a fist or a kick, Charms were completely ignored and nullified by the hardened personality of the fowl, Double-Edge; albeit powerful, weren't powerful enough to stop the advanced and expert movement and technique of Blaziken, and Baby Doll-Eyes; similar to Charm, simply had no effect. The 'lazy' Eevee stood in place with hardly any energy left in the tank; panting heavily to regain much needed breath. Gripping one of three SafariBall's, Chancelor tossed it at the energy less Pokémon in an attempt to catch it.

He liked this Eevee, it showed promise and a strong determination to win.

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The Youngest McQueen goes over to the special preservation capture device and scoops it up out of the grass. Once in hand, he examines the ball, looking at every last inch with a rather puzzled look. "You know what I never understood?" Chance says to Pikachu, the yellow mouse looking back at the puzzled human. "Why is it that whenever people into this little preservation, they get these 'special' PokéBalls? Like what make these Balls so much better than than the ones you can pick up at the market, y'know?" The yellow mouse shrugs, the stoic fowl leaning up a tree with arms crossed. "Like c'mon now. Really think about: like if I saw any of these Pokémon out on the Routes, I could just use any ole' normal Ball to get the job done, right? But in here, you're only given three of these and stripped of just about everything. You think maybe it's too make sure you don't catch more than then?" Pikachu shrugs his little shoulders before nodding a few times slowly. Blaziken on the other hand had enough of this drivel and pushes himself off the tree only to begin walking on ahead with slow uninspired steps. Chancelor probably wouldn't have noticed if Blaziken went missing, but the sound of a grunting Pokémon broke the silence and garnered the attention of the Marital-Artist. The trio follows the sound of the grunts until they approached a small clearing. In the center of said clearing was a lone Mienfoo; the Martial Arts Pokémon shadow boxing with graceful movements.

"I got this one, Big Fella'. You just stand back with Pikachu. This one is coming with us for sure." Pikachu leaps upon the shoulder of Blaziken while Chancelor makes himself known by walking into the clearing, directly in view of the punching and kicking Mienfoo. It looks at the human for a moment before preparing itself to attack, however the hostile of the wild Pokémon will suddenly begin to dwindle as Chancelor showed it he meant no harm. "I can do that too." He says with a smile, taking off his traveling-backpack and shifting himself into a fighting stance. Mienfoo watches with a cocked head, eyes dancing from body part to body part. It soon realized the stance had no opening whatsoever and that this unknown human might have been the real deal. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, the Martial-Artist pictured himself in one of his many championship bouts. In the center of the ring, in a packed stadium, in his corner being his sisters, brothers, and father. His opponent then attacks, he evades and counters with a swift tap of his own. This was all being choreographed in real time, Mienfoo looking as if it was watching something on a screen.

The crowd is going crazy as the opposition staggers and struggles to land a clean blow. Every kick was blocked and every punch was evaded. The prodigy that was Chancelor McQueen beings bouncing circles around his adversary, Mienfoo being danced around with the little thing in complete awe and following the best it could. Chancelor kicks, takes a step back, and kicks again. A kick is followed by a punch, and a punch is followed by a block. The block is transitioned into an arm bar, and the arm bar goes into a keen to the gut. This all happened so fast it almost looked like Chancelor was moving at a superhuman level of speed and agility. He then stops, opening his eyes, standing directly in front of Mienfoo with sweat cascading down a glistening forehead. "Told ya'," is all he says before scooping up his backpack and starting to walk back towards his waiting and watching Pokémon. Unbeknownst to the wild Fighting type, she followed in the steps of Chancelor. He stops and looks back, the eyes of the Wild Pokémon wide with awe, amazement, and respect. He drops down to a keen and begins speaking. "You have a story that needs to be told. You can't tell your legend stuck in here. Come with me an I'll make you into a champion. We'll tell your story together; you and me." He then takes out one of his two remaining Safari Balls and taps the head of the little Pokémon.

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With the Mienfoo successfully captured, Chancelor returned to both of the Pokémon patiently awaiting his return—Pikachu happy to see yet another addition had been added to the 'movement' while Blaziken did nothing but look at the teenage boy approach with the steps full of confidence he was known for. Pikachu, despite joining Chancelor at a later date in his little 'journey' knew what the human was capable of in terms of combat and Martial-Arts. Blaziken, being the newest addition to the 'movement' experienced the humans capabilities first hand, but what the chicken experienced that faithful day would only be the tip of the iceberg—there was so much more Chancelor wanted to show the fowl and the fowl knew this by the way the boy would speak. "I told you I had this one." Chancelor says with a subtle grin, the little electric mouse jumping from the shoulder of Blaziken and back to the previous roost of Chancelor. The fiery fowl nodded, battle-hardened eyes watching as the young man took the lead before the legs of the chicken followed closely behind. However, as Chancelor was now leading the march. A Pokémon stood in their way; a Chestnut indulging himself on what appeared to be some kin of dried nut with a shelling he'd spit out once the nut in the middle was removed.

"Can I help you...?" Chancelor asks with a puzzled tone, brow cocking to reflect his questioning tone. The wild Pokémon looked the human up and down one good time before shaking his head, a vine from within his chestnut like headpiece slowly lolling out and pointing at the Blaziken behind the human. Chancelor looks behind at the Blaziken and Blaziken looked back at the human with his usual stoic expression. "You've been following us, huh? You wanna' try your hand at m'boy here." The Chespin nods, spitting out shelling's before a vine from the headpiece feed him another. "You gonna' humor the guy or what, Boss? Leavin' this one up to you." The Fowl stands in place for awhile, eyeing the Chespin for a second before taking slow steps forward and standing in front of the Trainer. "Looks like Bro is gonna' give you what you want. Good luck." Chance then stands back and sets on a protruding stone, eager to see what the little Pokémon had to offer in terms of combat prowess. Both Pokémon faced-off against one another with Chespin taking the first strike. Two long vine's from the headpiece began swinging and whipping at the Fowl. Blaziken easily evaded the attacks, however, couldn't find an opening for an attack—the little monster using its much smaller size to make it difficult for the fowl to actual counterattack. With nothing to do but to keep evading with back steps, Blaziken did just that until a foot was snared within an well-placed Leech Seed and he could no longer move that foot. With his energy being sapped little by little, and his foot trapped, Chespin took this moment to go for a brutal Take Down tackle. It charged at the fiery chicken with its headpiece outward ready to ram. Blaziken looked back at Chancelor, and Chancelor gestured for the fowl to do what needed to be done.

A signature attack was used, one that coated a foot in intense fire—fire that burned away the snarl and freed the foot. Then, with a spinning axe kick, the Chespin found himself face down in the grass with a blazing kick on top of his head. It struggled to free itself, but Blaziken was just too powerful for the little cunning Pokémon. The struggling continued until the burning flames did the rest to the poor Grass type. Blaziken removed the leg when Chespin ceased all movement, a clear indication that Pokémon had been bested. Taking hold of the final Safari PokéBall, Chancelor tossed it at the burn't Grass type in an attempt to capture it and end his little Safari run with a bang.

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