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" That was so awesome, you were like this..." Yellow said while doing a punch," Then you were like this."

Yellow tried to kick up but ended up falling if it wasn't for Austin catching her on time.

A bright blush erupted on Yellow's face as she shyly said," You were awesome." 

Hearing Yellow's compliment, Austin couldn't help but smile.

He would be lying if Yellow's words didn't stroke his ego.

"When are we going back?" Lucario said as he finished cleaning his claws, while Pikachu tried to touch his bushy tail. "Try it rat and see what happens," Lucario warned, causing Pikachu to gulp and look at Austin. Austin conveyed with his eyes that he wasn't the least bit affected by Pikachu's puppy dog eyes, but Yellow was another story. "Lucario, don't be mean to Pikachu," Yellow scolded, causing Lucario to glance at Yellow before turning to Pikachu. 

" You're gonna regret this the rest of your life. Both seconds of it." 

Pikachu gulped meanwhile Yellow gasped and glared at Lucario who just ignored her meanwhile Austin sighed.

While Austin and the others were talking, a silence enveloped the other side where Trodaire looked at his brothers in sadness.

Each of them was looking at the floor in shock and shame.

The moves and techniques that they practiced for years were instantly copied by Austin and with his aura-enhanced body, he easily outperformed the students who were left in despair.

They knew they weren't some kind of geniuses but to see someone else do what they had trained for in years. What did all of those blood, sweat, and tears meant? 

Nothing!

If someone else could surpass them in such a short period of time.

Was there hard work meaningless?

Such thoughts swirled through the student's heads meanwhile Paulie looked at the Old Master who remained silent.

The Old Master stood in the training grounds, his eyes fixed on Austin's back as he thought to himself. 'Is this level of talent even possible?' He remembered how it took Bruno, a once-in-a-millennium genius, a month or so to learn his techniques. Then, what did that make Austin, who had learned the same techniques with just a glance? The master couldn't help but wonder.

As the group fell into silence, Trodaire, the large dragon-like creature, walked up to Paulie and snatched the water bottle from his hand. He then proceeded to dump the contents on his head as he declared, "I am next." The sound of water splashing echoed through the training grounds as Trodaire stepped into the ring. The eyes of his brothers, friends, and master were all on his back as he prepared to begin his battle.

 Austin frowned as he sensed the anger radiating from Trodaire who immediately threw the upper part of his Gi revealing a warrior's physique honed through years of dedication and hard work.

Trodaire immediately jumped up and somersaulted midair before delivering a devastating drop kick that Austin effortlessly dodged but Trodaire's kick tore through the matt below them causing Austin to blink in disbelief before his eyes glowed red.

Mirror Move!

Trodaire's devastating kick was instantly copied by Austin whose aura-enhanced boy was much faster than Trodaire's, Austin landed the kick right onto Trodaire's scapula shattering it on impact yet Trodaire didn't even yell out in pain rather he tried to take Austin's heel into a lock.

At the same time, Austin pushed off Trodaire's broken shoulder and landed on the mat, and immediately went towards Trodaire's legs which countered with a downward slam.

Austin smiled as he performed a perfect heel hook onto Trodaire.

" Give up." Austin calmly ordered as he twisted the heel to show that he wasn't kidding.

Gritting his teeth, Trodaire yelled back," You think I'll give after what you did to my brothers!"

" If it makes you feel any better, I had my reasons to do so," Austin answered back. It wasn't like he could tell them that he was using this dojo to increase his fighting prowess against humans just in case he needs it. Team Rocket isn't going to play fair at all and he didn't have any desire to play fair with them either so he will stack all the cards in his favor until that day they attack Silph Co.

" You think, I will give up just because you have your reasons !"

" Genuinely, no but if you don't want me to break your leg then tap out," Austin said causing Trodaire's fury to rise even more as he suddenly did a backroll with Austin's entire body weight on his leg. 

Trodaire's actions caused Austin to let go as he immediately stood in a Roman wrestling stance.

Trodaire gritted his teeth as Austin performed a triple kick that landed directly onto his body Austin hit directly on the liver causing extremely excruciating pain to shoot through Trodaire's body.

Austin was immediately followed by a capoeira's compact half-moon kick that shattered Trodaire's nose.

Trodaire slammed onto the mat while bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Austin nodded and turned back to walk away before suddenly stopping.

"Are you going to show me your big finisher?" Trodaire, spat a mouthful of blood to the side before responding with a smirk, "Why don't you come and find out?"

With a nod, Austin performed a one-inch punch towards Trodaire, who simply outstretched his leg, intercepting Austin's punch before using it as a pivot point to send all the force back onto Austin's face with a vertical tornado kick as a loud thud sound echoed throughout the whole dojo. Austin was thrown back onto the mat, causing Trodaire to smile in triumph, thinking he had defeated his opponent. But the smile on Trodaire's face quickly vanished as Austin stood up with a mere bruise on his cheek.

"What are you?" Trodaire asked in a scared tone, as Austin replied with a hint of confusion in his voice, "I don't even know anymore." 

Trodaire took a step back as Austin took a step forward before the Old Master chopped Trodaire's neck, knocking him out.

The dimly lit dojo was filled with tension as the Old Master, dressed in his traditional Gi, shouted at Austin, who stood calmly in front of him. "The fight is done, give us the money and leave!" Austin replied coolly, "No." The Old Master's face contorted in anger as he exclaimed, "What?! We held up our end of the bargain and now you should too!"

Austin's gaze was unwavering as he corrected the Old Master, "Let me correct you there, boomer. I said when everyone in this dojo spars with me, and that includes you." The Old Master's breathing grew heavy as Austin's words hit home. He removed his Gi, revealing a sight. 

The Old Master's body was toned, with every muscle defined and sculpted from years of training and discipline. His skin was rough and weathered, giving the impression of someone who has spent a lifetime honing their skills. The Old Master's chest and arms were covered in a maze of scars, each one telling a story of battles fought and wars won

The Old Master's voice was filled with determination as he said, "I'll show you the meaning of respecting your elders, brat!" The sound of the Old Master's breathing and the rustling of the Gi were the only sounds in the dojo as the two prepared to spar.

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[ Omake Paragraph ]

There are a great many pokemon who possess the capacity to heal themselves. There are very few who can also heal others, and of these only Chansey (and its rare evolved form of Blissey) can do so without sacrificing its health in the process. Sadly, for such a good-natured pokemon, this has made Chansey for much of their history little more than a target. They were once a common pokemon, but became rare from warfare; generals conscripted them into their armies and when they could not guarantee their capture they killed all they could find to deny them to the enemy.

It was these massacres which provided the impetus for the first pokemon centers, started by idealistic trainers who gathered the local Chansey and used them to heal the pokemon of anyone who promised not to use their pokemon to harm others. In time, these became an attraction so enormous they were funded by the state – not for military use, but so people would have the incentive to visit their capitals and be able to hold battles when they got there. And as the centers grew, the already popular sport of pokemon battling exploded in popularity, while an age of (relative) peace spread across the land.

In modern times, others have wished for the powers of Chansey, and often these wishes have come true; some have even turned the art of the wish into a healing science almost as powerful as a Chansey's egg. Modern medicine based on the usage of healing machines has in some ways made Chansey obsolete, but they are expensive to maintain. Indeed, many Chansey still work in the centers, operating the machines or just healing wounds themselves