What even was a hero?

  In this case, I used the term to refer to a specific type of person. A hero was someone who'd constantly be tied up in major events, even if being involved was never their intention.

  In other words, a hero was someone akin to a protagonist from the games.

  They were people whose lives were determined through coincidence and fate. They were people like Ash Ketchum and Red from Kanto—both of whom actually existed in this world. They were the trainers who frequently handled plots and crises larger than life, and that was the kind of person that the Pokémon of the Strange House were looking for.

  “Can I make a guess about how this Lunar Feather got here?” I said, staring at the crescent-shaped object resting on the floor. “It was... suddenly discovered here one day, probably more out of coincidence than anything else. And, upon finding it, that Chandelure and all of the wild Pokémon in the Strange House decided to defend it by preventing others from entering your home.”

  I glanced back at the bedroom’s open door for confirmation about my theory. Metang was still out there, same as the Golurk, but a few of the other wild Pokémon had followed. Somehow, all of the Pokémon present exchanged a look, and it was one of the mid-stage Gothorita who ended up nodding fervently to tell me that I was correct.

  “And now, you all probably want someone to bring the Lunar Feather back to where it belongs,” I said, still watching the wild Pokémon as I continued my guess. “If I promised you that I could return it, would you all allow me to take the feather?”

  There was a pause; I had a feeling that I wasn’t exactly the kind of person they had been waiting for. However, I was someone who seemed to actually understand the implications of this object, and this time around, every single wild Pokémon nodded in response—the Golurk included.

  After all, that Golurk hadn’t stopped its chase without reason. Likely, by asking to be brought to the daughter so directly like that, I had unknowingly offered to help.

  This Lunar Feather was not just another random, “spiritual” object that had been brought to this house. It was a legitimate piece of a Legendary Pokémon, one that carried a great weight and significance. Everything about what was going on here screamed that this was an encounter straight out of the anime or games. What the Pokémon here wanted was for a “heroic” trainer to fight through them, make it to the back rooms to explore, and then stumble upon this feather to unintentionally return it to its Legendary Pokémon somewhere down the line.

  As for what Pokémon this Lunar Feather belonged to, that was Cresselia, and Cresselia was a Legendary Pokémon that stood at odds with Darkrai. Meanwhile, Darkrai was a different Legendary Pokémon that brought with it what was effectively an unending curse. Either intentionally or just due to its presence alone, people near Darkrai often found themselves trapped in ceaseless nightmares.

  It and Cresselia often clashed.

  If I had to guess, the “sickness” that the rich couple had tried to save their daughter from was a serious case of prolonged bad dreams. It was a permanent sleep that their daughter never woke from on her own, so they had managed to acquire the Lunar Feather alongside countless other items, all in an attempt to help.

  Of course, that Lunar Feather probably would have worked, but only if it had been brought here sooner. Uninformed, the couple probably took too long to acquire the right item, and the daughter had passed away regardless.

  That piece of a Legendary Pokémon was now here, having remained in this house without its purpose being fulfilled. With how it sat there, perfectly in the center of this bedroom and illuminated by a single beam of moonlight, it was like the Lunar Feather itself was almost asking to be picked up.

  However, the wild Pokémon of the Strange House didn’t want just anyone to walk in and take it.

  “This is... complicated,” I grumbled, looking back at the feather and crouching to better stare at where it sat on the floor. “I basically volunteered to take it, didn’t I? But if I grab that, I’d be tying myself to hunting down Cresselia until it’s given back, so that way it can be passed to whoever needs it next. I get that this feather can still be used to help someone else caught in nightmares, and I get why it has to be returned, but I just...”

  Sighing, I rubbed the side of my head.

  “Is it wrong that I don’t want to be the person who does that?”

  I didn’t want to be a hero. I just wanted to be a strong trainer. I wanted to work with my team to continue developing our strength, eventually reaching the very top of the World Coronation Series.

  This feather represented responsibility, but I could also admit that it represented another encounter with a Legendary Pokémon. I had the faint memory of Cresselia being found somewhere in Unova, but the most that I could remember from the games was that it appeared in an encounter on a bridge.

  And that was... nonspecific. It was technically a lead, but Unova was known for its great number of enormous bridges. This Lunar Feather represented a lot, but I also couldn’t ignore the other memory that sat prominently in my mind.

  Kyurem.

  I had underestimated it back then; Legendary Pokémon were never easy targets. I wasn’t going to lie—if I picked up this feather, the odds were that my team would end up facing Cresselia in battle one way or another. I had promised Metang that we’d face another Legendary Pokémon, and I would personally like to face another one, too.

  But we’d just passed up Heatran. It was too soon. I genuinely thought that my team and I would have had more time to train.

  I didn’t want to watch everyone get devastated by a Legendary Pokémon again.

  “But, then again...” I mumbled to myself. “I can pick this up, but that doesn’t mean I have to keep it, right? This doesn’t have to be my responsibility. Couldn’t I just... entrust it to someone else?”

  I wasn’t here on my own. I might have been in this room, but I could still give this Lunar Feather to someone who was a lot closer to being a hero than me.

  As the plan began to form in my head, I nodded. Grey had already revealed he had once been offered a job as a member of the Wandering Elite, and it took a certain type of trainer to receive that offer—a hero, just about.

  “Alright. I’ll deliver it,” I said, snatching the feather off the ground.

  Briefly tensing, I looked around to see if anything would change or if there would be a sign acknowledging my words.

  But nothing happened at all.

  After all, as important as the Lunar Feather was, it was still just an object. The Lunar Feather was just a special-looking feather at best.

  So, with it in hand, I could leave the room without issue. The sounds of Grey’s battle were still echoing throughout the building, and the Pokémon in the hallway moved to the side to let me out. Following the noise of the nearby battle, I picked up the pace to begin running toward Grey.

  Doing so, I left both that beam of moonlight and the daughter’s empty bedroom behind.

  “I have it!”

  The room I’d left was practically right next to where the entrance room’s upper hallway connected to the rest of the house. Though I had initially failed to turn right when first exploring, here and now, I was able to rush out of the hallway and into the manor’s main room within only a few seconds.

  In the air at the center of this enormous entrance hall, Grey’s Gengar was wrapped in a cloak of shadows, using a weaker form of Night Shade to defend itself. Around it, many of the Lampent in this room looked exhausted—not from damage, but from how long they had been trying and failing to take out Grey’s sole Pokémon.

  The Chandelure was still up there, hovering in the air and in the process of unleashing a barrage of dark flames. However, as soon as I ran into the room with the Lunar Feather held high in my hand, it and every other wild Pokémon here froze and then turned to watch me run down the main stairs.

  Metang kept behind me, but the Golurk and the other wild Pokémon stayed at the end of the upper hallway. They watched me with glowing eyes in the darkness, observing this scene from the second floor’s halls.

  “Grey will be the one to return it to Cresselia!” I shouted to all of the Pokémon here. “He’s the one with the skill and experience needed to do that—and he hasn’t been attacking you! That means he’s responsible, and that means you can trust him with this duty!”

  “Nick, what—”

  I finished descending the staircase to charge at where Grey was standing on the floor. The Lampent in this room all seemed to breathe out in relief at my words, and many of them now allowed themselves to drift downwards, beginning to rest either on the ground or on empty light sconces set on the walls.

  “Here. I found it,” I said, holding out the feather as I took a second to catch my breath. “The Lunar Feather. A piece of Cresselia. It's the reason the Pokémon here have been so aggressive—they’ve been trying to defend this place to protect it.”

  Despite not much light entering this room, the few bits of moonlight coming in through gaps in the boarded-up windows almost seemed to cause the feather in my hands to shine.

  Something about it gleamed, and Grey silently stared at the shimmering, green plumage that I held in my hands.

  But he didn’t reach for it. Instead, he remained in place as he looked it over, and after a few tense seconds, he finally let out a soft laugh.

  “So you found it, recognized it, and then took it,” he said. “And now, you’re trying to give it to me?”

  I could hear the unspoken question in his words, but I just shook my head, trying to push the feather toward his chest.

  “You’re the one who came here to help this place,” I said quickly. “So that means you’re the one who needs to return it to Cresselia, right?”

  The relief was already building as Grey actually seemed to consider my words. My argument made sense, of course. I was only here because he had brought me, and he was the one to have been keeping an eye on this place long before I had ever even thought of showing up.

  But even though he considered taking the feather, the hope that had been building in my chest was all suddenly torn away in an instant.

  “No. Not me,” Grey said outright. “I can’t be the one to take it. I still have my job to do—I have to stay here. But you’re the one who’s free and capable of returning this to Cresselia. You’re the one who recognized what it was, anyway.”

  To my horror, he brought up a hand to lightly push the feather back toward me, and he looked at me with a kind smile.

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  With that expression, I could tell that he actually thought that he was doing me a favor.

  “No, no,” I quickly said in return. “You should take it. You wanted to help, so it’s only right that the feather is yours.”

  I pushed it toward him again.

  Grey tried to push it back.

  “No. You were the one to pick it up, so you should be the one to return it,” he replied.

  “Sure, but you’re stronger than me!” I unhappily admitted. “You’re the one better off hunting the Legendary Pokémon!”

  “Really?” Grey then said. “So you think that you’re weak even with your Iron Valiant, your Metang, and your drones? Come on, Nick! You’re better at searching, so you should take it—and you don’t need to worry about strength. With what you’ve shown me already, I know that you’ll catch up.”

  He smiled again, but it was a harder smile. I tried to smile in return, but I could feel my expression twitch.

  Once again, I tried to push the Lunar Feather into his hands, but Grey just pushed back, “kindly” refusing the gift.

  “It’s yours,” I said.

  “No, it’s yours.”

  “Take it!”

  “I can’t. You should do it.”

  Even with this argument, both of our eyes narrowed.

  We were Pokémon trainers. Thus, there was an easier way for all of this to be settled.

  “Fine, then,” I said, finally pulling back. “If we can’t agree, then there’s a better way to decide this. Grey, to determine the fate of the Lunar Feather, I challenge you to a—”

  A sudden howl rang out.

  Above us, in the air, a high-pitched screech filled the room. I hadn’t expected the Chandelure to sound like that, but its scream sounded like a train’s whistle going off.

  Immediately, Grey and I turned to respond, and even though the Lampent were willing to let us decide the fate of the Lunar Feather, the Chandelure was not so content to see us argue. It didn’t just look offended; it looked downright enraged. Yet, it hadn’t been this conversation that’d angered it—all of the other Ghost types here had backed off, but this Chandelure had never given up its initial battle.

  With yellow eyes glaring down at us, the fully-evolved Pokémon twisted its arms to begin building its energy. The purple flames on its head and limbs exploded with a ferocity that turned bright blue, and a mass of fire whipped up around it to spiral into a storm.

  “It’s going to use Fire Blast,” Grey said emotionlessly.

  With a flash, Valiant released themself to stand before us, and my Pokémon was already wielding their blade with the intent of slicing this Fire Blast in two.

  However, Fire Blast was not a physical move, but a special move. That kind of attack was amorphous. Valiant could split the Fire Blast in half to minimize the damage, but the flames would still wash out to burn Grey and me at our sides.

  My coat would offer a decent amount of protection, but it didn’t protect my head, and I wasn’t sure if Grey would be able to stay safe.

  “No, Valiant,” I said, watching as the Chandelure wielded its fury to grow its attack more and more. “I think... I already promised this battle to someone else.”

  Metang was itching to go.

  Only needing a single nod for permission, Metang took off, claws gleaming in the light conjured by the floating Ghost-type Pokémon. However, I couldn’t forget that he was a Steel type, and this Chandelure had been building its Fire Blast to the point that this single, super effective attack would likely be enough to knock out Metang in one go.

  “Zen Headbutt!” I roared. I intended for the Psychic-type energy of the move to help Metang ward away the flames.

  But while Metang did listen to me, he only did so partially. He did end up using a physical move, but as a Pokémon, he was more aware of his capabilities than any human could ever be.

  So, instead, Metang shone with Steel-type energy, preparing an Iron Head instead.

  “...Looks like we’re doing this the hard way,” I heard Grey mumble at my side. “But, we’re being bought time. Gengar! Get ready. We’ll be taking out this Chandelure as soon as we have the space.”

  With Metang rushing through the air, Grey’s Gengar pulled back, disappearing into the shadows just to reappear at Grey’s side. His floating Ghost type then began to undulate, regurgitating something, and Grey reached into his jacket’s pockets while watching Metang from below.

  Above us, the Chandelure screamed once more. It released its star-shaped Fire Blast.

  There was no time for me to shout new orders.

  Metang didn’t slow in the slightest; he chose to crash straight through the flaming move.

  There was no avoiding it: Metang fainted. However, this was not an official battle where my Pokémon’s faint would see its end, but this was a battle against a wild Pokémon, where no referee could limit our strategy.

  The sheer weight that Metang had brought behind his Iron Head meant his body continued right through the flames, disrupting them. The Steel-type energy continued to linger within him, and the Chandelure was absolutely not prepared to see an unconscious Metang hurtling right toward its face.

  For this, I’d underestimated Metang, but he had fully expected this result.

  Though the extreme heat had rendered him unconscious, Metang had turned himself into a living projectile that struck the Chandelure, damaging it horribly and causing it to flinch.

  ...He had done all of that just to protect us.

  “Valiant, help him!” I shouted quickly.

  Valiant leaped as high as they could, jumping as the two Pokémon were knocked away from each other due to the collision.

  The Chandelure ended up briefly stunned, and my fainted Pokémon plummeted toward the earth. However, Valiant was able to catch Metang easily enough, and they returned to the ground, landing with grace.

  “You did a good job,” I said quietly, returning Metang to his Ultra Ball. “I get what you were trying to achieve with this. Thank you. I promise, I won’t underestimate you anymore.”

  I stared at his Ultra Ball in my hand for several long seconds. I didn’t need to just train my Pokémon; I needed to become a better trainer for my team.

  Eventually, I brought my gaze back up, and Chandelure’s eyes were spinning. However, it hadn’t been taken out.

  Instead, I looked to my side. Grey was smiling.

  Now that he had the space, he took a single step forward.

  “Our turn,” the elite trainer said. “I guess we need to solve this a bit more permanently, huh, Gengar?”

  I was about to ask him just what he meant by that, but the items that Grey and his Pokémon now held served as answer enough.

  In one hand, Grey held an empty Dusk Ball. And in his other hand—

  Blinking, I rubbed my eyes, but I wasn’t imagining the item.

  “No way,” I whispered.

  Grey held up a bracelet, not wearing it but letting it dangle from his hand. A certain gemstone embedded on its surface began to glow with a prismatic light, and his Gengar laughed. On its tongue, it revealed a similar-looking stone that possessed colors that matched its purple form.

  With a pulse, the prismatic light extended outwards, consuming both the bracelet and the Gengar. A palpable power washed out in all directions. I found myself holding my breath.

  “Swallow it!” Grey ordered.

  In the air, the Chandelure had just barely enough time to recover, but it still hadn’t recovered fast enough. Metang had stunned it for just long enough that the only thing the Chandelure saw was a much larger Gengar with hanging arms rushing it, its jaws open wide.

  In an instant, the battle was settled. After Metang, the Chandelure had no time to prepare a defense. It disappeared straight into the Gengar’s mouth, and the temporarily much more powerful Pokémon zipped back to the earth to vomit its fainted opponent out onto the floor.

  “Mega Evolution!?” I asked, snapping my head toward Grey.

  The smirk on his face betrayed the casualness with which he shrugged.

  “Yup,” he said. “We usually save it for tough battles, or when we need to do something really fast.”

  As if to prove his point, Grey’s Mega Gengar returned to his side with incredible speed, moving faster than I would have expected. On the floor, the Chandelure remained fainted with its flames barely flickering and almost all of them nearly snuffed out.

  Grey did not hesitate; he let his Dusk Ball fly.

  Utterly unconscious and unable to fight back, the Chandelure was sucked up into the sphere, only moving for a single shake before a “ding!” rang out, signifying that the wild Pokémon had been caught.

  “Now then,” Grey said, walking forward to pick up the Dusk Ball and then looking around the room. His voice was soft, but he also somehow made eye contact with every single wild Pokémon here. “Chandelure will be alright—they’re my responsibility now—but I can also assure you and promise you that the Lunar Feather will be returned.”

  From there, he walked over to stand next to me, acting as if my presence alone was enough to prove his point.

  “And,” Grey continued, still looking around at all of the wild Pokémon here, “I can also promise you that your home will be safe, and that it will last. I didn’t come here just to fight; I’m here to assist with repairs. The League is planning to fix this place up to make sure it can better withstand the swamp. If any of you have any questions, my team and I can—”

  I’d never seen so many wild Pokémon rush forward in excitement at once.

  Even though he had suddenly become surrounded by dozens of wild Ghost types, Grey laughed, acting as if being in this situation was the most natural thing in the world. Light sparked up and faded away around him as his Gengar returned to its base form.

  After taking a few more seconds to reassure these Pokémon, Grey let his Gengar take over from there. With that, he finally stepped away to look back at me.

  I realized that this whole time, I’d been staring in silence. In Valiant’s arms, Metang had woken up just enough for his eyes to burn.

  However, both he and I knew that right now was not the time for a fight—and that a fight against Grey was not yet a fight we could win.

  “Still wanna have that battle, Nick?” Grey went on to ask.

  “No,” I grumbled, crossing my arms. “I’m not gonna let my team get hurt against a Mega Evolution. Not as we are now. But once we get more practice in...”

  Grey laughed slightly, and my challenge was clear:

  I would be back to face him in a proper fight.

  But, as was becoming increasingly obvious, I would not be facing Grey before returning the Lunar Feather, first.

  I didn’t camp outside of town this time. The payment for the job with Grey meant we had enough cash to spare. Instead, I was able to rent a room in a dusty little motel located just at the edge of Lentimas. The place was basically just a parking lot and a one-story building that took the shape of an “L.”

  After waking up around noon the next day, the very second I opened my eyes, I felt completely refreshed. As late as my team and I had passed out, it felt as though I had just experienced the best sleep I’d ever had in my life.

  With that feeling, I turned to take a single look at the Lunar Feather resting on the short table set next to the bed. I knew that I needed to return it, but I had no plans to rush that task. Cresselia was located on a bridge somewhere, and I’d be crossing plenty of them while going around Unova to find trainers to fight.

  Still, upon eyeing it, I had no choice but to let out a sigh.

  “Alright. New plan for the day,” I said, speaking to my team as I got out of bed and began to get ready. “Last night was a lot, but we can’t delay further. Grey paid us—and we now have an additional task—but we have to follow through with getting stronger, first.”

  Cee was waiting for us in Black City to the south, but I didn’t plan on heading there just yet. As much as we needed to find Cresselia, my team and I needed to train. To do that efficiently, we still had the task of finding a fifth Pokémon before leaving town.

  Throwing on a shirt freshly washed by Rotom and using the room’s mirror to make sure my hair was alright, I turned back to look at where my team was still waking up. Valiant’s eyes were growing with pink light, and Liepard stretched within a beam of the morning’s sun. Metang’s red gaze seemed to still be slightly dazed as he returned to consciousness, but Rotom was up and zipping around—as a Ghost type that could absorb electricity, being tired for long periods wasn’t really a thing that happened to him.

  “So, our target?” I said after a bit. “The plan is Reversal Mountain—both its exterior and interior since both areas have different Pokémon we can fight. I wouldn’t mind finding a Skarmory to catch outside, but we can also find plenty of Excadrill in the volcano’s upper levels.”

  I went on to crouch in the center of the room, waving Rotom over to get his help with using my tablet to display the local map. From there, my team gathered around so we could discuss and figure out what we’d do.

  Of course, I only got halfway through talking about our options before a heavy knock came from our room’s door.

  The sound landed forcibly enough that the entire front wall shook.

  “Careful,” I said to my team, immediately standing up and staring at the closed door out of caution. “Nothing like that could have been made by a human.”

  Slowly, Valiant brought out their blade just in case, and Liepard dashed over to crouch behind where the door would open. He would be perfectly positioned to strike from the shadows if an intruder tried to barge in.

  As Rotom began to dig through my pack for something to possess, I noticed that Metang did nothing. At first, I thought it was because he was still healing from the Fire Blast from yesterday, but his lack of action had nothing to do with his recovery.

  Instead, Metang looked perfectly healthy, and he seemed to be relying on his Psychic-type’s weak sensory abilities. Whatever it was that he detected out there must not have been carrying any harmful intent.

  So he didn’t care in the slightest about what was going on.

  Upon seeing that reaction, I could allow myself to relax.

  “Ready yourselves,” I mumbled, just in case.

  When I creaked open the door to our motel room, I was met with a wall of dull, cyan clay and a pair of blocky eyes.

  “...The Golurk? What?”

  Before me, this Pokémon was almost taller than the building itself.

  The Golurk carried a tall box in its hands that it tried to push toward me, but it clipped the box on the edge of the door. That impact caused the Pokémon to drop the box, where it then tried to lean down to pick it back up, hit its head on the side of the building instead, and then stumbled back while struggling to regather itself.

  “Just... stand there. It’s fine. We can take things from here,” I said to it.

  The Golurk finally managed to recover its balance within a space in the parking lot. There, it watched me retrieve an envelope taped to the front of the canvas-wrapped package.

  To include everyone, I read the letter contained within out loud.

  “Nick,” it read. “Once again, thank you for all of your help. You went above and beyond in your assistance, and the Strange House is better off for it.”

  “When it comes to Golurk, it’s not a species native to these parts. I took the liberty of speaking to it about its future, and it wants to keep protecting the Lunar Feather. So, we talked, and it came to a decision. If you’re willing, Golurk would very much like to...”

  “Golurk wants to join the team,” I said, looking back up at the towering Pokémon.

  Golurk didn’t reply from where it stood in the parking lot, and I glanced around at the rest of my Pokémon, trying to gather their opinions. No one seemed to object—if anything, they seemed to welcome the chance to start moving on today instead of needing to be bogged down with a search for another team member—and I also didn’t have any personal objections to such a dedicated Pokémon capable of enormously strong attacks.

  “Welcome to the team,” I said to the hulking construct.

  Almost with a creak, Golurk tilted its head in acknowledgement, and I returned to reading the letter, having not yet reached its end.

  “I trust that you’ll take care of the big lug. Golurk is truly a brute worth including in any fight. As someone who specializes in the Ghost-type, I’m aware of just how effective its species can be, and I know that you’ll be able to win plenty of battles with them at your side.”

  “I’d wish you luck, but you probably don’t need it.”

  “Nick,” it continued, “I know you’re a strong trainer, and you have my faith that you’ll reach the Ultra Rank soon enough. Once you do, find me again, and I’ll gladly accept your challenge to an official match.”

  “But before then, succeed in your task. I know you can do it. You’re the perfect person for the role.”

  “So, with best regards, I wish you the very best in the Series.”

  “Sincerely...”

  Pausing slightly, I re-read the signed name.

  Apparently, Cee wasn’t the only one trying to hide his identity.

  “But there’s still one more line left in the letter,” I said.

  “P.S. I sent you and Rotom a gift.”

  With that, I looked up and over to the canvas-covered box.

  “Liepard, could I get your help with this?” I called out, asking for the feline to head to my side.

  With ease, his claws cut through the paper and the covering, and upon seeing what was contained within, I was briefly left speechless.

  “The heck are we supposed to do with a lawnmower?” I mumbled.

  At least, with Golurk joining us, we could head to Black City sooner rather than later.

  It was finally time for us to begin our training with Cee.

  Pokémon mentioned in this chapter:

  Cresselia

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  Nick’s Team:

  Current Placement: Great Rank

  (Note: Low-level moves have been omitted.)

  Iron Valiant (Valiant) (Fairy / Fighting type, Genderless, Serious Nature, +-n/a)

  Abilities: Quark Drive

  Moves: Fury Cutter, Feint, Dazzling Gleam, Psycho Cut, Night Slash, Close Combat, Shadow Claw, Electric Terrain

  Rotom (Electric / Variable type, Genderless (Male), Quirky Nature, +-n/a)

  Available Forms*: Default (Ghost type), Fan (Flying type), Wash (Water type), Mow (Grass type)

  Abilities: Levitate

  Moves: Charge, Thunder Wave, Discharge, Shadow Ball, Thunderbolt, Thunder, Electric Terrain, Variable*

  Variable Form Moves*: Air Slash (Fan), Hydro Pump (Wash), Leaf Storm (Mow)

  Liepard (Dark type, Male, Naughty Nature, +Atk/-SpD)

  Abilities: Limber, Prankster

  Moves: Assist, Snarl, Fake Out, Bite, Torment, Hone Claws, Slash, Taunt, Night Slash, Shadow Claw, Psycho Cut, Encore, Foul Play

  (Steel / Psychic type, Genderless (Male), Adamant Nature, +Atk/-SpA)

  Pokéball: Ultra Ball

  Abilities: Clear Body

  Moves: Take Down, Metal Claw, Confusion, Zen Headbutt, Magnet Rise, Iron Head

  (Ground / Ghost type, Genderless, Brave Nature, +Atk/-Spe)

  Pokéball: Ultra Ball

  Abilities: Klutz

  Moves: Shadow Punch, more to be added

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