Third POV (Heracross)
Heracross was having one of the strangest days of his life.
First, the trainer who had caught him had immediately handed him over to a strange human wearing white clothes. Before he could even react, a pink blob called Chansey had begun treating him, giving him injections and carefully applying medicine over the burns that covered his body.
At first, Heracross had been suspicious.
Then the pain started disappearing.
His charred shell no longer felt stiff, the burning sensation faded away, and before he knew it, exhaustion overtook him and he fell asleep.
Pokémon could be healed this quickly?
He had genuinely never known.
The next thing he remembered was waking up in a training field.
Instead of battling his trainer, he had been assigned to spar with the dragon Pokémon called Fraxure.
Heracross had actually been excited.
If Charmeleon, despite having a type advantage, had struggled against him, then surely this would be a fun spar.
He had been told to teach the dragon Brick Break while learning from it in return.
Sounded simple enough.
One training session later...
Heracross had been very, very wrong.
Charmeleon wasn't one of the strongest members of the team.
She was actually near the bottom of the hierarchy.
And now...
...so was he.
Fraxure stood near the very top, perhaps only rivaled by Cloyster or Exeggutor, and even then that probably wouldn't last forever. Fraxure still had another evolution ahead of him.
So did Charmeleon.
The training itself wasn't anything Heracross had ever experienced before.
Fraxure wasn't overwhelmingly fast.
He didn't need to be.
Every time Heracross lunged in with Brick Break, Fraxure somehow reacted at the last possible moment, meeting it head-on with Rock Smash before smoothly chaining into a Dragon Claw that sent Heracross tumbling backwards.
It wasn't brute force.
It wasn't speed.
It was timing.
Every movement Fraxure made felt calculated.
Heracross loved close combat. He prided himself on bullying opponents once he got within striking distance.
Yet somehow...
...this dragon was an even bigger menace at point-blank range.
By the end of the session, Heracross had developed immense respect for him.
After the match, he awkwardly walked up to Fraxure and asked if he could become his student.
Fraxure blinked.
He made a rather strange face at the request.
Then, after a moment, he simply nodded.
Training under Fraxure was difficult.
Very difficult.
Whenever Heracross made a mistake, Fraxure would immediately stop the spar and point it out, showing what he could have done differently.
Sometimes it was his stance.
Sometimes it was the angle of his attack.
Sometimes it was simply charging in too predictably.
At one point Heracross even tried copying Fraxure's movements exactly.
Fraxure immediately shook his head.
No.
They were completely different Pokémon.
Fraxure fought like a dragon.
Heracross fought like a beetle.
Trying to imitate someone else's style would only make him weaker.
Instead, Fraxure encouraged him to build upon what already made Heracross dangerous.
"You have wings," Fraxure gestured.
"Use them."
"You can build momentum before striking."
"You hit almost as hard as I do."
"So make those hits impossible to avoid."
He even mentioned that one day he'd teach Heracross Strength if their trainer approved, but for now there was something more important.
Battle instincts.
That was what their trainer always talked about.
Learning to read the opponent.
Learning when to attack.
Learning when not to.
Heracross liked that.
He could also tell that Fraxure was still holding back during every spar.
Not because he looked down on him.
But because he was patiently raising Heracross to a level where they could someday fight seriously.
For some reason...
...that motivated Heracross even more.
Maybe after training like this everyday he can pierce the heavens with his great might .
Third POV (Persian)
Persian didn't like Heracross.
Not one bit.
Normally, whenever a new Pokémon joined the team, she would quickly establish her dominance.
It was tradition.
Unfortunately...
...this stupid bug kept punching her.
She was faster than Heracross.
Much faster.
The problem was she didn't have many attacks that actually hurt him all that much.
Meanwhile, all Heracross had to do was land one Brick Break, and suddenly she was seeing stars.
Now things had become even worse.
Fraxure had personally started training him.
Wonderful.
As if Heracross wasn't already troublesome enough, now the team's hardest-hitting Pokémon was actively teaching him how to hit even harder.
Persian was beginning to question why life hated cats.
To make matters even more annoying...
...there was Water Pulse.
Why was this move so ridiculously difficult?
Every time she thought she had gotten the rotation right, the attack would wobble apart halfway through.
Meanwhile...
Cloyster would casually create a perfect Water Pulse.
Again.
And again.
And every successful attempt was followed by that same smug look.
Persian swore Cloyster wasn't even saying anything.
He was just looking at her.
Smugly.
She was starting to hate that shell.
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Charmeleon's POV
She wasn't liking the new training with Exeggutor one bit. Ever since their trainer had told him to stop holding back, none of Charmeleon's attacks were landing anymore. Every Flamethrower she launched was intercepted by that blasted Psychic before it could even reach him, and then the oversized coconut would retaliate by throwing her around or forcing her to dodge with barely any room to breathe.
It was getting annoying.
She had evolved. She was supposed to have gotten stronger.
So why was the stupid coconut tree still beating her up so easily?
One of Exeggutor's faces was even wearing that smug grin again.
Kevin.
She was convinced that face specifically existed just to irritate her.
With an annoyed growl she fired another Flamethrower straight at Kevin's face, only for Exeggutor to lazily raise Psychic and bend the flames away before they could even touch him.
Kevin somehow looked even smugger.
Charmeleon swore she would wipe that grin off his face one day.
Grey's POV
After waking up from the afternoon nap, I stretched a little before waking the rest of my Pokémon. The short sleep had done everyone some good, and we still had enough daylight left for another training session before I visited the Pewter Museum later in the evening.
This time I decided to switch everyone's partners.
I paired Charmeleon with Fraxure, Cloyster with Heracross, and Exeggutor with Persian.
I had briefly considered pairing Persian with Heracross instead.
The moment I mentioned that idea, Persian gave me a look of absolute horror before immediately hiding behind Exeggutor.
"...Right. We'll save that for another day."
The new pairings began training almost immediately.
Fraxure and Charmeleon resumed sparring together, both of them now having evolved. Fraxure focused on polishing Charmeleon's close-range combat, repeatedly forcing her to mix Metal Claw with Dragon Claw instead of relying purely on Flamethrower. Charmeleon wasn't happy about being knocked around by her older brother again, but even she had to admit she was becoming smoother with every exchange.
On the other side, Cloyster had somehow found another excellent sparring partner.
Heracross smashed through incoming Icicle Spears with Brick Break, sometimes flying between the gaps before counterattacking. Whenever he finally managed to get close, Cloyster would answer with Counter Shield, forcing the bug to retreat before looking for another opening.
Unlike Fraxure, Heracross didn't have a crippling Ice weakness, so both Pokémon could spar at full intensity. Cloyster seemed to be enjoying himself quite a bit, while Heracross looked equally excited to have found someone who could push him this hard.
Exeggutor and Persian were also making steady progress.
Instead of simply drilling moves, Exeggutor spent most of the session giving Persian advice. Thanks to his high intelligence, he pointed out small mistakes in her posture while using Iron Tail, corrected the angle at which she released Water Pulse, and even explained how to waste less energy while using Dig.
At one point he casually remarked that trying to imitate "the shell's" style was a pointless endeavor since Persian's greatest strengths were precision and speed rather than overwhelming force and he doubted the stupid shell could teach anything.
He was, of course, talking about Cloyster.
Persian nodded vigorously, clearly agreeing.
Somewhere in the distance, Cloyster sneezed.
By the end of the session, Persian's Water Pulse had become noticeably more stable, while Exeggutor's Solar Beam charging time had shortened a little more through constant repetition.
Overall, it was another productive evening of training, and with everyone satisfied, I recalled my Pokémon before heading back towards Pewter City to continue the rest of the day's plans.
Author's Note:A short chapter I know but I didnt want to add regular stuff with a pokemon POV so will be doing that in the next chapter.
And again there may be gender issues if there are any just be used to it.
Also tried to keep that chunnibyo attitude for heracross that some where requesting in the comments(I do read them most of the time).