In the midst of practicing the stances, Chance stopped to examine the form and movement of Riolu. The little blue jackal had no idea her Trainer had stopped due to the fact she was too focused with her own form and being guided by the stern teachings drilled into her little mind. Chancelor had only had this Riolu for a little while—the Pokémon was given to him as gift from Palm after the tragic event that took place within Madatsubomi Tower. Truthfully, after what took place, Chancelor had a very low opinion of Palm and this Riolu could feel the animosity he had towards her. Upon their initial meeting, Riolu was afraid of Chancelor, his energy like a heavy weight upon the undeveloped shoulders of the blue jackal. It was Riolu that made him realized he borderline hated the female for what she did; or what she didn't do, but it was himself that snuffed that flame of unwarranted hatred, because, like everyone that was their that night, Chancelor was simply scared and acted primary off his will to survive and protect those that meant the absolute most to him. He felt horrible for having those feelings towards Palm, and, as a gesture for forgiveness to himself and her, he took the young Riolu under his tutelage and had full intentions on teaching the little Pokémon on what it meant to be a real champion.

The human drops to a knee and physically beings to help the baby Pokémon with her form. Her form was too loose, elbows too stiff, and hips not straight enough. "Just like we practiced now. Clear your thoughts and let that clarity guide your movements." Chancelor picks himself back up and merely watches as Riolu continues to the best of her ability. The colors she was emitting were those of fondness, joy, and a yearning to be the best Pokémon the little thing could be.

That was until a wild Butterfree went and ruined this very powerful moment between both human and Pokémon. However, such interference would make for good training for the infant Pokémon. "Riolu, on me." Chancelor says with a stern voice, casually strolling up to the floating Butterfree. Riolu follows closely beside the Trainer only to position her little body directly in front of the human while looking directly ahead at the fully evolved Bug type. "Now. Just like we practiced. You ready?" The baby blue jackal puts herself into a fighting stance with a determined cry. "That's my girl. Bullet punch!" Chancelor calls out with authority in hopes of gaining momentum and advantage in this little battle by the nostalgic pond. A heavy coat of metal coats the little black paw of Riolu, she then, like a bullet leaving a gun, strikes forward with phenomenal speed—a fist slamming heavily into the round purple body of the Butterfree. The flying Bug retaliates with deadly powder from the wings, fluttering all around the blue jackal. "Get out of there!" Chancelor calls out with haste before the mystery powered could take effect. Riolu begins to do a string of back handsprings to free herself from the encasement of insect dust.

Being the eyes the blue jackal needed, Chancelor witnessed the escape of the powered, but Butterfree was hot on the tail of the still flipping Fighting type. "Bullet punch one more time!" Coming to a complete halt from the hand springs, Riolu travels forward with another paw coated in heavy metal. This blow was strong enough to make the Butterfly hit the ground dazed. "One more!" Another punch aimed for the compound eye of the fully evolved insect would get the job done. Falling forward defeated, Butterfree groaned in mild pain unable to continue.

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"We're not done yet, baby girl. On me." The Trainer repeats himself like before, voice still stern as eyes were leveled upon another approaching Pokémon from the foliage. Eyes squinted as Chance attempted to put a name on this particular Bug type Pokémon—Bug type's weren't his specialty, but give him a little time and he'd pinpoint a name on the cricket in due time. Riolu on the other hand simply leered at the slowly approaching insect, her little body in a fighting stance; arms out with legs spread apart for a strong base. That was when the wild Pokémon began playing a medley—one piece of music after another in ab lib. That was when the name of this Pokémon hit Chance like a tone of bricks. "Kricketune!" Riolu looked back at her Trainer with a tilted head, not entirely sure if that was an order to attack or something else. The Trainer bent down and patted the head of the adolescent Fighting type while grinning his usual winning smile. "You're gonna' fight a Kricketune, little lady. Don't get distracted by the music, alright?" She nods at the Trainer's words before turning back around to face the music playing Bug type.

"Bullet Punch." Chance says and Riolu does just that. She flies forward with extreme speed, a fist coated in steel aimed directly for the chest of the music loving insect. However, unlike the Butterfree from before, this Kricketune had speed and perception on its side. Those knife like arms came into play, effortlessly parrying and blocking the punch despite the insane amount of speed behind the attack. The Parry left Riolu off balance and reeling backwards, uneven steps carrying the blue jackal back as she struggled to regain her balance. That was when the Kricketune began slicing forward with those sword like arms. Expertly swung, blow after blow collided with Riolu for minimum damage. She finally managed to get her balance after taking a few dozen strikes, doing one handspring to gain some much needed distance between her and the Bug. "Force Palm, and keep your guard up!" With a cry from Riolu, the Fighting type sprung back into action and engaged in a exchange of blows with the Bug type. They both evaded, countered, and traded blows with one another. However, Riolu had the upper hand due to her attacks stunning and slowing down the unsuspected insect. So, sword like attacks that were once swift and hard to keep up with became sluggish and easily counter able. "Finish it with a Bullet Punch." Another steel punch flew from Riolu and landed right in the middle of the face of the music loving bug. Like the Butterfree before it, this Kricketune too toppled to the might of Riolu and Chancelor.

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"Hey, c'mere." Chancelor gestures towards the panting Riolu, fatigue toxins hitting the adolescent Pokémon hard—she has yet to grow accustom to such strenuous activities. She hurries over to her Trainer, innocent eyes fixed upon him; reading an aura that had nothing but admiration and respect for how hard she fought for something so little. Gripped in the hand of the Trainer would be a curative—a basic potion to spray over the exhausted blue monster. "close your eyes now, baby girl. Don't wanna' get this crap in your eyes." He says with a nice big smile, Riolu doing what was asked of her and shutting her eyes tightly. Chancelor shakes the bottle a few times before spraying the entire thing all around the Pokémon, wounds and fatigue fading away into nothingness. "You're doing great. The others back at the dojo would be proud of you, girl. You're really kickin' ass out here." The teenager was referring back at the family compound—speaking about all the Pokémon, Masters, Grandmasters, and other Prospects that taught her a few things. Riolu looks up at Chance with a big smile of her own.

But such good bonding between Pokémon and Trainer would come to a stop.

From behind Riolu, Chancelor saw a Pokémon he wish he didn't. Heracross, female, one that seemed very territorial and very down to fight for her land. The human stands in front of his little Pokémon and fetches another sphere clipped to his waist. "Charmeleon will handle this one. You just stand back a-," Words were cease, the hazel eyes of the Trainer dropping to the ground only to see Riolu ready to fight and test her mettle against the Heracross. "Listen. I get it, you want to push yourself and get stronger, but you can't handle this one, little lady. You're simply not re-," Riolu barks at him, essentially telling her Trainer to shut the hell up and prepare himself for battle. Chancelor takes another look at the Heracross, noticing the fighting bug had already pinpointed every single opening in the very flawed stance of Riolu. "If we do this. We do this my way. You have to do everything I say, got it?" She nods, "good. Now ready yourself, she strikes." He had a sudden change of heart—the overly confident way Heracross looked at them both; especially the Riolu. You never doubt the underdog, today will be the day this Heracross learns that.

Powerful beetle wings flutter and Heracross launches across the grass with phenomenal raw speed. "To the left!" Riolu tries her best to evade to the left, hardly dodging the deadly horn protruding from the powerful beetle. However, just dodging wouldn't be enough. Heracross extended her arm and caught the little blue jackal by her neck mid dodge. Smirking at the trapped and struggling little Pokémon, she'd strike it in the chest with an open palm. Again and again and again—each time Riolu yelping in pain. "Dammit... Screech!" The yelping turned into a high pitched scream that dazed and ceased the thrusting into the chest of Riolu. This was the opening they needed, Chancelor saw it and he could only hope his little girl saw it too. "Now Reversal!" Managing to break herself free from the powerful grip of the Heracross. Riolu lands on the lush grass below upon both feet and attempts to go for a brutal counter attacked aimed at the legs. However, the opening was missed, and instead of attacking the legs, Riolu was attacked with a leg—she was kicked; sent skipping across the grass only to slam into a tree.

She wasn't moving. It was over before it even started.

"Hey, dickhead." Chancelor taunts the Heracross who slowly turns to face him. "I got a fight for ya' right here. C'mon." He gestures for the powerful beetle to attack him, a last-ditch effort to spare his Riolu a further beating. However, Heracross sensed that was the case so fixed her attention back on the downed Fighting type. However, when she turned to face Riolu, the blue baby Pokémon stood back on twin feet in her same flawed stance, red eyes burning with a passion neither Chance or the Heracross had ever seen before. Not only that, but the aura being emitted form the little thing was easily four times bigger than usual—a complex mix of colors; emotions; raging from sadness, anger, and happiness. Slightly captivated by the display, Heracross returned to reality only to dive at the little Pokémon yet again to put an end to her and this pointless battle. "Fuck! You gotta' move, girl! C'mon!" Her Trainer shouts with a voice laced in nothing but concern and fear; a first for Riolu to have heard and witnessed. To her, She believed her Trainer to be the epitome of all things strong and cool. So, to hear this; hear this worry over her and her well being.

Something within snapped. This couldn't be the end. It wouldn't be the end.

An aura pulse pushed back the approached Heracross as a familiar white light devoured the entire body of Riolu. Chancelor watched with wide eyes, witnessing the Pokémon evolve in this most trying of times. When it was all said in done, where the Riolu once stood was replaced with a confident and battle ready Lucario. The Aura Pokémon took her usual stance, this time, not a single opening in sight. Heracross charged forward, still confident the outcome would be the same. Before Chancelor could even issue a tactic or command, a Bo Pole of pure blue energy formed in the hands of Lucario. With inherit mastery over the conjured weapon. Heracross was slapped one good time which stopped it dead in its tracks. It quickly got off the ground and began to engage in hand to hand combat. Utilizing the distance the conjured pole gave her, Lucario made quick work of the Heracross. Swinging the pole in a confusion way that only lead with the end swatting the insect across the face. Whenever Heracross tried to counter, her hand would be swatted away. This continued until the fighting bug was out of steam, on one knee, panting, wounded, with absolutely nothing left in the tank to continue this now pointless battle for the Heracross. One final hit to the head with the Pole would finish the job, rending the overly aggressive Heracross knocked out with an exoskeleton cracked—an reminder of what took place this very day.

"Lucario... You did it, girl. You did it." Chancelor says fondly over the newly evolved Pokémon. Dropping to both knees to examine his litt- his big girl.

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