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[ POV Change ]

As Austin walked down the bustling streets of Saffron City, the sun beat down mercilessly on the pavement, causing the air to shimmer with heat. Pikachu and Lucario walked alongside him, their death glares directed at each other as they remembered the dance-off from earlier that day. Yellow, on the other hand, seemed unfazed as she happily munched on her mochi, which Austin had been forced to pay for after she emerged victorious in the dance-off, or as Lucario preferred to call it, "swaying." Pikachu, still bitter about his loss, shot Austin a pleading look, hoping for a small treat in the form of an ice cream cone with evaporated milk as a topping, but his trainer paid him no mind.

"Ash, are we going to war with Team Rocket?" Yellow curiously asked, her mouth still full of mochi.

"Why do you say that?" Ash replied, his eyes scanning the crowded street.

"Because you're always up at night making some kind of plans in that weird dictionary of yours," Yellow explained.

"Well, I was creating a plan where we're not in immediate danger," Ash replied, a hint of determination in his voice.

"Well, that's good," Yellow said, her tone relieved.

"Yes, that is good," Ash agreed.

"So, war," Yellow said, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice.

"Yes, Yellow, war," Ash said, his expression serious.

"To the war!" Yellow exclaimed, her cheer echoing off the tall buildings that surrounded them. But before they could set off, Austin interjected, "Technically, the war is that way. But first we've got to go THIS way..." he said as he pointed towards an old dojo in the distance. The sound of their steps echoed off the pavement as they made their way towards their destination.

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Saffron City was once a proud Fighting city, renowned for its combination of roughness and elegance. The citizens could hold their heads high when thinking about the worldwide influence of Silph Co., headquartered in their grand city, as well as the tough gym located at the north end of town. The leader of the gym, a Karate master named Anthony, wore his black belt with honor as he and his followers set a high standard for any trainers seeking to earn the badge necessary to enter the Indigo Plateau and the Kanto branch of the Pokemon League. For a long time, it seemed as though things would never change.

But then, Sabrina Marvil arrived. She walked up to the infamous Fighting-type gym, challenged Anthony to a battle with the future of the gym at stake. If Anthony was able to defeat her, she would relinquish her own position as Elite Four member. However, if she won, Anthony would have to shut down his gym permanently.

The battle lasted only three minutes. Three minutes was all it took to completely humiliate the Fighting-type gym leader, as Sabrina emerged victorious, and claimed the position of the new Saffron City gym leader. The once powerful Fighting-type gym was now reduced to a mere dojo, as Sabrina settled in as the new psychic-type gym leader of Saffron City.

Many students left the gym for various reasons, as the once-proud dojo that had produced geniuses like Bruno of the Elite Four, was now ridiculed and mocked in their own home. But the few trainers who remained at the dojo couldn't care less about what others thought of them. They had grown up in this place and would remain loyal to it until their last breath. But loyalty alone wouldn't put food on the table. The students of the dojo would work as bouncers, security guards, and more, to make ends meet and keep their beloved dojo from being repossessed by the League, as they couldn't afford the payments for the lease of the dojo. The sound of fists hitting pads and grunts of effort could be heard echoing in the halls of the dojo as they trained hard to make a living and keep their beloved gym alive.

[ Fighting Dojo - Outside ]

[ 12: 05 PM ]

It was a sweltering summer day in Saffron City, the sun beating down mercilessly on the pavement. The streets were bustling with people going about their business, the sound of chatter and traffic filling the air. Amidst the hustle and bustle stood an old, run-down building that had once been a proud Fighting dojo. The sign above the entrance had seen better days, the paint chipped and faded, the wood creaking in the wind.

"Yo, Paulie!" A voice called out from the roof of the building. Troddie, the son of the dojo master, was perched atop the building, surveying the area below. He had grown up in the city, and like his father, he had inherited a love for Fighting and the old traditions of the dojo.

Below him, a pudgy old man scowled as he pulled away another piece of broken glass. "Takin' its sweet ol' time, Troddie!" Paulie shouted back, his voice loud and gruff. Paulie was a native of Saffron, and had developed a pronounced twang in his accent. He had grown up in the city, worked at the factory plant of Silph Co., married his high school sweetheart Bettie, put two daughters through college from his assembly-line job, grown old with his wife in their cozy two-bedroom house. But as he grew older, he became restless and began to resent the changes that had come to the city. He had always been a fighter who believed in old fashions and traditions and hated the way Sabrina had brought a detached and hyper-clean attitude to the city. "It's like the place is colder, like a permafrost!" He had complained to his ever-patient wife one evening. She encouraged him to find something to do if he was so upset, to find a way to make a difference.

So, he tried running for city council. Despite being beloved in his neighborhood as that curmudgeonly grandfather-type with a heart of gold, he was not a good public speaker or campaigner. He swept his district of the city near-unanimously, but outside of his rather blue-collar neighborhood, he was rolled up and tossed aside in favor of someone "more in touch with the rest of the community."

The first time he'd met Troddie, he had scrunched his eyes up behind his thick glasses before asking incredulously "What the hell kinda name is Trodaire? Forget that, I'm just callin' yas Troddie!" Troddie had laughed, but did not object. He needed help with fixing the old dojo since all his brothers were on their day jobs and the chance occurrence with Paulie was too good an opportunity to pass up as the old man had tried coaching youth sports. He had been a boxer in his youth, and the principal of Saffron High was an old classmate of his who knew his ability to connect with kids. And it worked. Again, he was well-liked by the parents and beloved by the players. For three years, he worked the Saffron High Men's Boxing Team to a competitive edge that looked to challenge for the regional championship, and he had even helped get a Woman's team off of the ground too. When asked why he went through the trouble, he shrugged and said "Women oughta have the right to beat their men up. It'll get every morose slacker in the city in high gear!"

In the end, however, he was again cut out from underneath. Budget cuts to local schools meant auxillary programs needed to be cut, and it was unfortunate that boxing was first on the chopping block. Desperate, Paulie begged the school board and the city council to keep the program running if only to give troubled and at-risk students a healthy outlet. The Council relented, and they kept the program on one condition: They'd have to save money from somewhere, and Paulie agreed to resign. They'd been paying him peanuts, but now they brought in a clueless and spineless graduate student who they could pay even less. Paulie knew that the program was not going to be the same. He'd remembered seeing Sabrina in the crowd during his hearing, and again spite her.

As Paulie continued to sweep up the broken glass, the sound of shattering glass and the scrape of the broom against the pavement filled the air. The dojo had seen better days, but Paulie and Troddie were determined to bring it back to its former glory. They worked tirelessly, the sound of hammers and saws echoing throughout the building as they made repairs and renovations.

Despite the challenges they faced, Paulie and Troddie were determined to keep the dojo alive. They knew that it was more than just a building, it was a symbol of the city's Fighting spirit, a reminder of the old traditions and values that they held dear. They would not let it die, no matter what obstacles stood in their way.

As they worked, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city. The streets were quieter now, the bustle of the day subsiding. But inside the dojo, the sound of progress and determination filled the air, a beacon of hope for the future.

That was a year ago. He and Bettie were living fine under his retirement benefits and her part-time work as a secretary for Silph Co. (Paulie had grumbled that at least they hadn't stolen his pension away from him), but both of them knew he was getting restless in retirement. Paulie needed to do something for the city he'd put so much of himself into, and he needed to do it soon and that is when Trodaire came in.

Even with all the help from the old generation and his brothers in all but blood, Trodaire was desperate with the looming threat of repossession getting bigger and the league didn't see much benefit in the fighting dojo.

Trodaire had called up Bruno for help and the league was able to extend the deadline but they still needed money if they didn't want to see the dojo gone and his actions of calling Bruno for help had caused a fight to breakout between father and son.

Even the Trodaire wanted to get help from Bruno but everyone disagreed with him as their pride wouldn't allow them to ask someone like Bruno for help.

Trodaire had shouted at everyone that they didn't have any other choice but no one was willing to beg.

They'd rather die then destroy the only thing that they had.

Trodaire out of desperation had begun to put up posters about a challenge all over Saffron City. A Battle royal in which a trainer will have to beat the students of the Fighting Dojo with the prize of a Hitmonchan or Hitmonlee.

Some trainers came and were easily defeated with the dojo earning a little money but the amount they needed was so much more.

Trodaire gritted his teeth as he wacked the nail infront of him.

Why couldn't his father see that they were going to lose their home ?

As the sun was beating down mercilessly on Trodaire while he had been working on repairs when his senses, honed from years of training with Pokemon, suddenly screamed out a warning of danger. Gritting his teeth, Trodaire turned around, expecting to find an enemy behind him, only to find the sky empty.

"Hey!" A girl's voice shouted out from below, causing Trodaire to look down and see Austin, Yellow, Lucario, and Pikachu. Trodaire couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment for forgetting that he was on the roof, but he couldn't shake off the suffocating presence he felt from the group. To his senses, Yellow felt like the cold abyss, Austin felt like a never-ending sea, Pikachu felt like a thunderstorm while Lucario felt like an alien-like entity, something that one had to run from, never fight.

With a gulp, Trodaire asked, "What is it?"

"Is this the Fighting Dojo?" Yellow's question filled Trodaire with a sense of dread. What did they want with the dojo?

"No," Trodaire answered, causing Austin to jerk back in surprise. Yellow, however, was reading a poster in her hand. Seeing the poster, Trodaire asked, "Are you here for the challenge?"

"Yes!" Yellow's answer caused Trodaire to take a deep breath. These two were the only trainers that had come to the dojo in these last few days. Even if there was danger involved, Trodaire needed the money desperately, so with a gulp, he said, "Sorry, today's heat got to me, but this is the Fighting Dojo."

"Oh, do you need some water?" Yellow asked, causing Trodaire to frown. Was this girl putting up an act or something? The sound of the group's footsteps could be heard as they came closer to the dojo. Trodaire couldn't shake off the sense of unease as he let them into the dojo. They were young, and their eyes were filled with excitement and determination, but Trodaire couldn't shake off the feeling of danger that surrounded them. He couldn't help but wonder what their true intentions were for coming to the dojo.

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[ Omake Paragraph ]

Koffing and Grimer, for all their difference in shape, are extremely similar pokemon. Both of them are of the poison-type, both the same shade of grayish purple, but not the poison of assassinations or a protection from predators, but the poison of modern industrial pollution. Some have even theorized that Koffing is merely the gaseous form of Grimer, but this has since been disproven: those few unfortunate Grimer who have faced fatally hot temparatures have merely broken up into their component gases when they melted.

These two pokemon are the source of the two major pollution problems facing urban environmental policy in today's pokemon world, but the problems are not identical. While Grimer are moving poisonous slime, Koffing possess a tough shell in which their toxic gases are stored. Although those who get too close are admittedly in danger, a city can contain a large Koffing population and still have the air regarded as safe to breathe for most of the year – indeed, Koffing shells are so stable that attempts to weaponize the pokemon have failed. The danger is only on hot summer days, when the gases inside a Koffing expand, the pokemon explodes, and vast amounts of toxic gas are released into the atmosphere. During a recent heat wave, Celadon's air was fatal to breathe without protection such as gas masks for a whole month.

At the moment, Koffing are becoming more dangerous by the year. For whatever reason (Moltres, Ho-Oh, Entei, or Groudon's power growing, or perhaps merely a greenhouse effect) the pokemon world is undeniably warming, and more Koffing are exploding in industrial centers every year. They are created faster than they are captured or explode, and it is feared that as planetary temperatures continue to warm, the cities of the pokemon world will become deathtraps.