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46-Placing

  The rewards ceremony was going to be ter at 5 so that the limited number of event workers could count what each person submitted. I went to get mine counted right after dropping off Puff and the stuffed ones to be watched over by uncle Ian as he stretched his mental abilities to craft more tales. 5 minutes ter my 31 points were recorded and I picked out a magnet as my reward for normal collection. It was one of the 25 point rewards but I didn't really need a high-quality fishing pole and bait set for the 30 point tier.

  I settled down to try attaching it to Fly. The process was hard because it tched onto her fur as she began attracting it. She didn't like it dragging across her green coat as I adjusted it. Eventually, I was able to put the magnet underneath her rge head. She jolted away from me the instant I let her go and gave me a wounded look.

  "Maxy's being mean!" she then shuffled over to hide behind Puff's sleeping form as Ian ughed.

  "Looks like the pup's getting rebellious" he chuckled. I thought of something and started plotting.

  "Hey Ian, could you make sure the magnet's sticking well? She got away before I could see."

  "Why? You're closer" what a zy bum. No, that's unfair to him since he trains his sword work all night. Or at least right before I get up.

  I practically glowed when a good excuse popped into my mind "Oh I don't think she'll let me near again for a little bit. How about it Fly, will you be a good Electrike and let your dear trainer get close?"

  There was a lot of sideways head shaking instead words. She seemed to be trying to be considerate of the under-the-weather Pokemon hiding her despite her rambunctious attitude. Ian chuckled twice before floating over.

  "Looks all good wait huh" Ian tried floating away but got pulled towards the magnet as it was eating at Fly's electrical energy and powering a magnetic force. He didn't get stuck but had to put more serious effort into floating away. The teasing made me feel better as my thoughts drifted.

  I pulled out my notebook and when Ian was over the odd feeling of an invisible force pull at him, I analyzed his gravity move and made some improvements that he started working on. Rather than trying to complete the move and turn Ian into an off-brand Bronzor I only made the effect better. What Ian had done was the opposite of agility. Rather than making him lighter it made it tougher for him to move himself.

  There was this one interesting part where agility and gravity diverged that I was looking at as the other parts of the move was almost exactly like Puff's. I flipped back and forth between the two pages making edits while everyone rested in waiting for awards. There was a small separate category for first years, so I had a chance of winning something in that category on top of my points. I saw some strong looking Pokemon and older trainers walking about so I did not stand a Slowpoke's chance at besting them. I thought I stood a decent chance at taking a medal in the first year group though.

  I gnced up to see the Stufful watching me dive into the intricacies of move editing and improvement. "Want to watch?"

  Both nodded quickly and rushed to stand by my knees and look at what I was drawing. All the various shapes were somewhat well drawn, not overly perfect or exact but I was more so free styling. The ones actually putting in the work to form these runes would need to be more perfect than I was being. Either way, there weren't only circles and normal shapes, no there were lines and hieroglyphics, or even adjustments with even more lines that drove the energy certain directions and made them do different things.

  What was so intriguing to my younger self was how each type was different. Draw the same runes and use different energies and you would get different effects. I studied every rune that I could find in the old journals and even notebooks parents and adults kept when I wasn't looking through history or other tales in my growing collection of books. While I might not have a library, I visited the merchants each time they came, and they usually had something nifty that I could get cheap. In retrospect, Blossom's library was the first library I'd ever been to. It was underwhelming in grandeur compared to the rest of the city and how stories described them.

  I doodled a quick improvement into a subsidiary component of the proto-gravity and absentmindedly thought back about how it was a lot like the practice problems I used to do. When they were homeschooling me and my siblings, I was told to edit and correct simir moves for various elements and even some of the funkier concept types. Then I was added to the small team of grandpa, Aubree, and Liam in retraining Dude the Graveler. Dude wasn't the best at learning anymore, being super old, but still grew stronger under our joint effort. That was supposed to be really tough, and truth be told, it took us months to see any sort of growth from him, but we did.

  My main project was working on rollout because that move was the simplest to understand and I was the youngest. I was able to create an improved version that allowed Dude to shape himself to be more oblong and go faster while sacrificing omnidirectionality.

  Could I shape Ian’s bde? There didn’t seem to be much benefit but it does sound like a good way to improve fine control over his steel typing. I flipped to my table of contents and added a new page for ideas. “Ideas 6” it was.

  I didn’t think much of it as I rexed. It was only the faint sound of that loud speaker thing that the organizers used that broke me out of my concentration.

  Everyone in my camp was either busy working on something or sleeping. I let them keep at it while I checked out the ceremony. Spritzee had found some berries and had infused some of the ones with healing properties with a pink tint. As fascinating as that might be, I continued towards where I needed to be.

  “…ky Spokes, second pce Abbey Ulim, and for first pce of the general standings Isiah Brennen. Now onto the first year winners…” it was low key. The woman reading the winners kept things moving and the people handing out the rewards were quick in checking identification and then providing the proper reward or monetary transfer. There was a good chunk of money-let’s not be pessimistic. The general standings were competitive and I wasn’t yet. From what I heard while waiting for dinner, this Isiah guy was famous even though he hadn’t made it to the conference before.

  While I was thinking about that the woman rattled off names "..., fifth pce Max Bo, fourth pce Lysa Je...Jesibaha? You know who you are, third pce Jessica Morris, second pce Peter West, and first pce Adam Cunningham. If your name was called then come up front and show us your trainer ID or other government issued identification. Congratutions trainers, the Beedrill colony was held at bay long enough that they decided to move a different direction and the team Swarm members were defeated-quite handily I might add" the woman finished. I started making my way up to the front to get my pce reward which was...ummmm. I don't remember. The league trainer was a different team Swarm grunt than the one I defeated, she nodded me along towards a table with some items. Some older trainers were standing around in circle, waiting to walk up and grab something quickly as they knew what they wanted already.

  The Adam guy who pced first bounded around me in excitement with a Boltund hot on his heels. He took more time and so did the other young trainers except the third pce girl who seemed displeased with the options left. When it was my turn there were six items left: a damp rock, a fme orb, a leaf stone, a bag of electric seeds, a golden razz berry, and a TM for py rough. I considered the fme orb for Sin but I wasn't positive. I had pnned for my Machop to use a poison orb but I guess it didn't matter. The damp rock gave me pause but that was something that wouldn't help me now.

  I picked it up with the special cloth it was on and started to walk off when one of the older trainers tapped me on the shoulder "Excuse me, but would you happen to know Aubree Bo?"

  He was dressed pinly in a long bck sleeved shirt with gsses that showed brown eyes filled with a calm that I liked. His hair was dyed green and was styled like a berry farmer's. Lastly, he had a dark grey backpack and the stylish magnetic trainer belt with a full six pokeballs clipped on with short phrases neatly written on them. "Yes, how do you know my sister?"

  His light smile tweaked up "My name is Rio Greene. I have battled her a couple times and is someone I have gotten to know quite well. Would you mind if I walked with you?" Quickly shoving the fme orb into my bag, my interest was easily grabbed by Rio. I agreed, a friend of my sister's was a friend of mine.

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