defeat is merely a detour, not a dead-end [dojo]

[Gardeon]

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[Colton King]

There was something wicked about this stufful, something almost feral. Colt could tell. Yet, the determined man didn’t shy away from the challenge. In fact, it only pushed him more. Amber gaze stared at the strange looking stufful, noting the small present moon shape on its forehead and curlier ear fluffs. It was different from what he remembered, but didn’t question it. Maybe, it was one of those special shulian variants or something. Colt didn’t know.

What he did know, was he needed to get some training in. In the short time they have been together, the large muscular man found out one thing about this creature. It’s food motivated. Aggressive and unpredictable, but it likes good. This is what he was hoping to help him. “Nezu-“ the creature growled at him, baring its teeth, “Easy. Nezu is your name and lookie here” the man held up a baggy full of treats “If you listen to me, I have food.” The Stufful nose sniffed the air, smelling the food though didn’t seemed amused by this. He growled again. “Easy. Easy.” Colt was quick to reply, holding hands up in mock surrender before he reached into the bag to pull out a single peace of kibble. “I’m gunna place this right here. You follow.” The man knelt down, placing the kibble on the floor and standing up. He took a step back, waiting.

Nezu glared darkly at the human, then the food, then the human, then the food. He let out another growl, though not as mean as the last. He approached the kibble, ate it then glared at the human. “Great! Again!” For the next several hours, the man placed a kibble on the ground and back away. Then, Nezu would approached and eat the kibble. It wasn’t not boxing match or hard core battle. But, it was training in its rawest form. Bonding... ish.

[Gardeon]

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[Colton King]

The team has grown so much already, but Colton wasn't about to forget about the OGs. He wasn’t going to miss another dojo session. Not now, not ever again. Hopefully. Even though he was in a complete different region, the family troubles keep bugging him. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his boy. The his mom though, she needed to pick whether she wanted him involved or not. Large muscular man strolled into the dojo, arms reaching over his head to tug on the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

He tossed his shirt aside and moved to the hanging punching bag. He motioned for the chespin to come closer, explaining what he wanted him to do. And at first, Martin seemed not so willing. After all, he wasn’t like Dean. He didn’t have arms to really punch anything. However, Colton wasn’t going to let that be the creatures excuse.

Martin moved to the bag, arms rose and moved into position like his hew human showed him to. Left slammed into the bag, barely moving. Right bag into the beg, nothing. Colt sighed, expressing his frustration and wanting Martin to put more effort into it. The Chespin did it once more, still barely moving the bag. This happened for the next several hours and by the time the pair’s time was up, the bag actually started to move a little. Colt was satisfied enough for now while Martin, he wanted to take a long nap.

[Haunter]

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[Colton King]

Obito doesn’t like to battle or purposely injury another. So for him, training didn’t sound like the most beneficial way to use his time. Instead, he would rather study up on the latest and great medical discoveries. However, Colton made it clear that being strong physically was almost if not more important than being mentally strong. He made some solid points, convincing the torchic to train if he didn’t want to battle.

Like what he did with most of his pokemon, the large muscular man moved to the hanging punching bag first. Colton hand bulled up into a fist, thrusting his arm forward to punch the bag as hard as he could. The bag shifted, only to come still once more. Eager eyes fell upon the torchic, explaining what he wanted the bird to do. And as first, Obito didn’t want to. But Colton gave the whole, it’s a bag not a living being so why not. No one could argue with that logic.

For the next several hours, the fire type started pecked at the bag like his trainer suggested. Even that he had no hands to punch it, pecking was the most he could do. Of course, Colton could tell that Obito wasn’t putting his heart into it and that bothered him. Colton knew he couldn’t pushed him too far out of his comfort zone, accepting the little training they managed as he was still young and soft hearted. Surely, time will help with that. But for now, it will do. It will do.

[Persian]

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[Colton King]

The pair have argued back and forth about this. And although the chimchar didn’t seem to mind any names Colt through at him, they have both settled on a new name for him. It was a name that had a lot of meaning in the anime world and after explaining that to the first type starter, he really seemed to like it. Colt was happy, not wanting to rename his starter for no reason. But Dean was out, Goku was in. Yes.

Moving to the hanging punch bag, Colt bulled up his own fist ready to show Goku how it was done. Quick like lightning, the man thrusted his fist into the bag several times. The bag shifting, taking the beating without breaking a sweat like the punching bag was design to do. Colton grinned widely, loving being able to hit something. “Your turn Goku. Give it a good solid hit this time!”

The chimchar stood up on his hind legs that best he could. Though this time, he wasn’t such a newbie. It was hard, but he tried. And once he felt like he had enough balance, the chimchar tried to mimic the human’s actions from before. However, the bag barely moved and when it did... It smacked him back a few steps. Colt shrugged his shoulders casually, telling the chimchar you gotta start somewhere and keep practicing. A determination crossed Goku’s expression, moving closer to the bag again and repeating the actions. In time, Goku would be powerful in time.

[Gardeon]

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[Colton King]

The team has grown so much already, but Colton wasn't about to forget about the OGs. He wasn’t going to miss another dojo session. Not now, not ever again. Hopefully. Even though he was in a complete different region, the family troubles keep bugging him. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his boy. The his mom though, she needed to pick whether she wanted him involved or not. Large muscular man strolled into the dojo, arms reaching over his head to tug on the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

He tossed his shirt aside and moved to the hanging punching bag. He motioned for the chespin to come closer, explaining what he wanted him to do. And at first, Martin seemed not so willing. After all, he wasn’t like Dean. He didn’t have arms to really punch anything. However, Colton wasn’t going to let that be the creatures excuse.

Martin moved to the bag, arms rose and moved into position like his hew human showed him to. Left slammed into the bag, barely moving. Right bag into the beg, nothing. Colt sighed, expressing his frustration and wanting Martin to put more effort into it. The Chespin did it once more, still barely moving the bag. This happened for the next several hours and by the time the pair’s time was up, the bag actually started to move a little. Colt was satisfied enough for now while Martin, he wanted to take a long nap.

[Persian]

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[Colton King]

For him, training didn’t sound like the most beneficial way to use his time. Instead, he would rather study up on the latest and great medical discoveries. However, Colton made it clear that being strong physically was almost if not more important than being mentally strong. He made some solid points, convincing the torchic to train if he didn’t want to battle.

Like what he did with most of his pokemon, the large muscular man moved to the hanging punching bag first. Colton hand bulled up into a fist, thrusting his arm forward to punch the bag as hard as he could. The bag shifted, only to come still once more. Eager eyes fell upon the torchic, explaining what he wanted the bird to do. And as first, Obito didn’t want to. But Colton gave the whole, it’s a bag not a living being so why not. No one could argue with that logic.

For the next several hours, the fire type started pecked at the bag like his trainer suggested. Even that he had no hands to punch it, pecking was the most he could do. Of course, Colton could tell that Obito wasn’t putting his heart into it and that bothered him. Colton knew he couldn’t pushed him too far out of his comfort zone, accepting the little training they managed as he was still young and soft hearted. Surely, time will help with that. But for now, it will do. It will do.

[Haunter]

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[Colton King]

The mienfoo has clearly build a barrier between him and the outside world. He hid his emotions, casted silent judgement, and only cared about his own well being. At least, that’s the vibe Colton has gotten over the last few months. It was unclear what has caused this behavior, though the former gym leader had a feeling it had something to do with him being in the rehoming center for so long.

As such, it took some time to convince Kuan to join him for a training session. The pokemon claimed it wasn’t the training that he didn’t want to do. But, he wouldn’t say what was. However, Colt finally managed to get the creature to do some training. Deep down, the muscular man had a feeling that they were similar than Kuan thinks. It just would take time for the fighting type to see it.

Like what he did with most of his pokemon, the large muscular man moved to the hanging punching bag first. Colton hand bulled up into a fist, thrusting his arm forward to punch the bag as hard as he could. The bag shifted, only to come still once more. Colt looked to Kuan, hoping seeing this would influence the pokemon to train. The fighting type did seem somewhat interested, though cased the human a questionable look. Colton let out a hearty laugh, explaining what he wanted and wanted to see what he could do. And much like before, the mienfoo seemed hesitant. But after a few moments, the creature moved to the bag and gave it a solid hit.

Colton was impressed, encouraging the creature on. While Kuan was use to this type off training, it has been a while sense he had done this. As much, he enjoyed it more than he cared to admit. For the next several hours, Colton and Kuan bonded over punching the bag back and forth to each other. And for once, Colton got to see him as he was and not just a hollow shell of a broken pokemon. This please him even if not much training took place.

[Gardeon]

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