Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Trainer's School; it was something of an in-between proper education and a place to learn common sense and be prepared for the world- or in other words, proper education.

This was where kids were taught about why Caterpies were around Butterfries and what's the difference between a Miltank and a Tauros, all in the name of preparing them for their Pokemon journey and ensuring that they don't do anything stupid.

But it wasn't all just sex ed that's being taught here; there were also subjects like Type Advantages and Disadvantages, or maybe the Survival Subject, Math is there too, so that the students know when to or not to purchase things and how to calculate and then there are things like Pokemon species and habitats and arguably the most popular subject of all; Battling.

Virah looked up at the trainer school, it had blocky walls painted in a rich peach and stood at a proud height of 3 stories tall. Although it looked like a gigantic rectangle from where she was, the whole thing was actually constructed in an L-shape and there's another horizontal wing on the other side. At the center of the L was a field surrounded by a metal fence, also L-shaped.

Together, they formed a proper square with two parts, with the first one- the school proper, - being that of concrete rooms and wooden furniture and the second part- the field, - being that of open skies and earthen ground.

And it was on the field where a lot of school kids congregate during lunch because who would have thought that young school kids liked to battle?

Even Virah was interested in it, but so far, she's only stayed on the sidelines but that's going to change today, because she now has a Pokemon of her own and she was proudly showcasing it for the rest of her schoolmates to see.

Hence why a Pokeball is bouncing up and down her hip.

And as expected, the tiny red and white sphere grabbed the attention of her classmates, with some staring at it in curiosity and others, like some guy she didn't know the name of- and wouldn't ever bother to, there's only 3 months left for her to “socialize” and Virah didn't think it was worth it, - coming up to her and asking her what her starter was.

Virah cupped her Pokeball, “it's a Weedle,”

The boy's face went green at her answer,”ewwwwwww, you like bugs?!”

His voice was already squeaky but that last word in particular had been said in an extra pitch altogether. Virah nodded confidently, uncaring about the look of disgust and condescension shot her way, they'll see just how amazing Nitro was soon enough.

The boy walked away and didn't waste time to start whispering words to his friends.

Virah watched it happen, well aware that one of them- most likely the snobby looking kid on the center with an expensive looking tux of all things, this was the same kid whose Pokemon she tutored, - would come up to her during lunch for a battle and she'd let them, knowing full well that the Pidgey their friend was so proud of wasn't as good as they thought it was.

Nothing else of importance happened after that, save for more kids noticing the Pokeball on her hip, and she got to her classroom without anything major happening to her and so, her first day as an actual trainer in Trainer's School started.

And most of it went by in a blur, even with Virah's rather slow and observant way of doing things, the morning period still passed her by and that's including the drawl that called itself recess.

When Lunch came about, Virah grabbed her bag and headed out for the school's battlegrounds/P.E. field.

“That was 2 months ago,” Virah shook her head, “some professor discovered that wasn't the case, and was only just a placebo effect,” a mass one, she forgot to add and didn't feel the need to, “it's neutral,”

“Is it now?..” Whitney murmured, “okay, fine, I trust you-” she grabbed one of the three Pokeballs from her hip and popped it, a beam of red light washed over Virah's vision and a Meowth came into existence right next to Whitney's leg, “can you teach him?”

“Mrowww~" The Meowth in question responded with a saccharine yet smug tone that's oh so iconic for their evolution line. And for some reason, Virah felt that it fit Whitney to a tee.

“I can but, uh, it'll take a while?” She said with a tilt of her head, “move tutoring isn't exactly instant, you know?”

“I know,” Whitney nodded and stepped forward, “so, what do you usually like?”

And just like that, the girl decided that they were now friends. Virah thought this kind of connection through and concluded that the risks of her being mistaken as a leech far outweighed the benefit she could get from actually leeching off of this girl.

“Pokemon breeding, move theory, and diets, I guess- oh, I'm also learning how to become a proper trainer and battle properly,” Virah answered quickly.

Whitney started replying excitedly, and she started with criticism, “Hm... the breeding thing is weird, and you liking moves makes sense since you're a tutor, diets... yeah, that also makes sense, you work for a breeding center right?”

Whitney's eyes bore into Virah and the girl rubbed her arm in discomfort, “something like that,”

“I'm pretty sure you do- anyways, you like all of that because you're a breeder which- eeck,” Whitney shuddered, “I don’t see why you can even look at that-” Whitney shuddered as though imagining something unseen and from her expression, Virah thought that it was better that way, “- but okay, at least you know how to teach moves because of it BUT-”

Virah didn't need to wait in silence for long as Whitney picked back up on her rapid way of talking after a deep breath.

“- you learning how to battle means that you're going to be a trainer right?” Virah nodded at Whitney's guess, “huhu~ guessed it in one,” Whitney held her head high, “okay, so, since that's the case doesn't that mean that we should be sparring partners?”

Virah... slowly nodded, “maybe,”

“Not maybe- yes.”

Virah nodded, much faster this time, “okay- fine,”

“Great!” Whitney snapped her fingers, “so, what's your starter?”

“A Weedle.”

Whitney sputtered, “a Weedle?”