"Go, Jeanette! Jeanette will win!"
"Jeanette's here—another Gym about to fall…"
Jeanette's cheering squad served as her hype team, their momentum second to none. The vibe was pure "Team Yell."
Thankfully, they weren't actually dressed like Team Yell in those outrageous outfits—they looked normal enough.
Otherwise, if things got that wild, Grey seriously worried the platform might ban his stream.
"Hello, Master of the dojo. Would you be available for a match now? I found this place through your livestream."
Jeanette's smile was warm; her manners were those of a refined lady.
Her cheering squad, on the other hand…
The contrast said it all.
"Of course. Jeanette, this way, please."
Grey smiled and led Jeanette into the dojo.
Her cheering squad trailed close behind, banging drums as they went.
Anyone passing by would think it was a festival parade.
The stream was already set up in the battle arena. After getting Jeanette's consent, Grey broadcast the first official match.
Too bad there was no live producer; otherwise the viewers could've had some sweet alternate angles.
[Wait, so that 'Gary' is actually a cute girl?]
[I hereby declare: Pallet Town is my second home!]
[? I'm still at the gas station, okay! And for the record, I'm a guy!]
"Thanks to 'What's Grey Eating Today' for the hype ticket. I haven't eaten yet—planning a late-night snack after the stream. If you like how hard I'm grinding, hit follow and drop those likes!"
Multitasking didn't faze Grey in the least. He stood at one side of the field and recalled the Tyrogue squad.
"Our referee has the day off, so I'll act as both gym leader and referee. Format is 2v2. When all Pokémon on one side are unable to battle, the other side wins."
He smoothed his collar, aura booming. "I'm Grey, the newly appointed leader of the Fighting Dojo."
"As the name implies, I specialize in Fighting types. Whether human or Pokémon, we break past limits only by hammer and fire. My partners and I are no different."
"If you want to challenge me, then show everything you've got!"
A Poké Ball spun at his fingertip; he snapped his wrist and hurled it onto the field!
"Baar!"
Tyrogue stepped out, chest high, bandaged arms flexed—the fearless pressure burst forth!
[It's happening! Finally! What's a gym stream without battles?]
[Opponent's super cute. Streamer, go easy—actually no, stomp her. Teach the little miss how cruel gyms can be!]
[666, that's some dark taste you've got up there.]
Grey's opening speech set the chat ablaze.
Jeanette had challenged many gyms; nothing about Grey's declaration surprised her. She lifted a Poké Ball in one pale hand and tossed it up. "Scyther, let's go!"
"Scy!—ther!"
A green mantis with scythe-like forearms struck the field. Standing close to 1.6 meters, its height alone showed the care its trainer had put in.
Grey's Tyrogue stood under a meter.
Type-wise, it looked worse: Fighting into Bug/Flying.
Viewers, cheer squad, even Jeanette herself—
They all thought sending an unevolved Pokémon against Scyther was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"Master Grey, it looks like I'll be the one winning this battle."
Jeanette's smile deepened. Looking at the baby-faced Tyrogue, she ordered, "Use Quick Attack!"
"Scy!"
Scyther moved like the wind. Its powerful legs coiled and sprang, speed exploding in a blink.
"So slow?"
Grey frowned and offered a note: "Too much windup. Quick Attack doesn't need that pause to burst speed. Tyrogue, show it what real speed looks like."
In the next instant, Tyrogue vanished from sight.
Scyther, sprinting, looked around in a panic.
Smack!
Fake Out!
The slap cracked like a whip. Scyther froze, its brain briefly bluescreening.
"Rapid Spin."
Grey followed up without missing a beat.
"Baar!"
Tyrogue spun like a top, its speed climbing higher and higher.
Pa-pa-pa—!
Its legs whirled with the spin, riding the slipstream for more power. Each strike hammered Scyther's abdomen, forcing it back again and again!
"Scy—!"
Hissing from the pain, Scyther kicked off and opened distance, crossing its scythes over its chest to guard.
"There are plenty of counters to a burst move like Quick Attack. Fake Out is just one—and from the opponent's reaction you can read the ability."
Grey explained evenly:
"For example, if it had Steadfast, getting flinched by Fake Out would boost its Speed immediately.
And the white flare from Quick Attack shines brighter than baseline—so we're looking at Technician Scyther."
As he spoke, Tyrogue kept spinning, faster and faster, afterimages smearing across the air.
"Scyther, Wing Attack!"
Jeanette's smile faltered; she pushed the offense!
White light flashed as Scyther spread its wings—pressure surging.
"Aim for the abdomen—Mach Punch."
Grey's tone stayed calm.
"Baar!"
A gust swept the floor as Tyrogue stepped in rapid succession.
No Double Team had been used, but sheer speed birthed phantom trails, throwing Scyther's rhythm into chaos.
Boom!
One punch.
Just one.
Tyrogue's fist sank into Scyther's abdomen; the shockwave detonated inside, the recoil blasting Scyther backward in a skidding retreat.
"So strong…"
Jeanette stared.
If Tyrogue evolved—any of its three paths—it would flatten her Scyther.
At first glance, she'd thought Grey was arrogant, a newbie leader's pride making him careless.
Now she knew she'd been wrong.
He'd been sandbagging.
"Scyther, Double Team—and then Wing Attack!"
Jeanette stopped holding back, calling the combo that made most trainers blanch:
Double Team + anything.
"For most people, Double Team is hard to crack."
Grey didn't interrupt; he watched Scyther move and narrated, "Today, the streamer will demonstrate the answer."
"Tyrogue—give everyone a show!"
"Baar!"
Tyrogue roared and started spinning again!
In a blink—and with multiple gear-ups—it blurred into a smear of color!
A storm of Scythers swept down in reply!
"Scy-ther!"
After Double Team, copies flooded the field, all swinging the same attack; you couldn't tell the real one at all!
Air split with a shriek. Harsh white arcs raked the arena overhead—
a curtain of blades ready to cut Tyrogue from the sky!
Jeanette's pale fist clenched. She'd banked on this never-fail sequence to finally pressure Grey.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Tyrogue, a living blur, landed multiple kicks in a single second.
Every clone it touched burst into smoke and vanished.
"Now, Scyther!"
Jeanette's order snapped out.
"Scy!"
From the top angle, the real Scyther dove like a lone general. Its twin scythes flashed icy light under the lamps; the white flare from its wings dazzled.
Tyrogue glanced up and kicked straight into the charge!
BOOM!!!
The crash shook the hall.
Scyther rocketed into the wall and slid limp to the floor.
The wind blast tossed Jeanette's hair.
Shock wrote itself across her face.
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