[TT] AuraPrince: TT Chronicles

After travelling through every land in my quest to prove my salt in battle and use my skills to purify the land of evil, I still hunger for more. A hunger so simple that the complexity of the many Frontiers can never satisfy it fully and so sophisticated that Poketopia is only a mere appetizer which lacks the depth to make me fulfilled…

It is good fortune that this ‘Van’ fellow sent out a request far and wide about the Trainer Turf, which is simple yet sophisticated to feed my ever-burning hunger. And many battles against those with pure hearts bring me notoriety among my fellow turf trainers, most of whom haven’t even heard of Team Aura.

They know me for my skillful battling rather than my political influence, and that is a nice change…

Suddenly, Blacksoul interrupts my thought as he snickers in a gleeful tone and hands me a glass of burgundy, “Master Drakkon. You have a battle request outstanding this morning from Gold Ishimori. Will you accept it?”

I take a sip of the wine and reply with a chuckle as I relax on my chair, “Mochiron… I would be delighted to battle him and catch up. How long until the battle begins and where will it occur?”

Blacksoul cracks a wide grin as he replies with glee, “We will meet him and his father for lunch in a few hours in the Kinbara Garden, and after that, the battle will initiated, my lord.”

I chuckle and reply with intrigue as I sip more wine, “Ok, Blacksoul… What will the menu be?”

Blacksoul replies with a bow, “Braised Farfetch’d cooked with the flames of Karmine… Served with Usokage-brand Burgundy and slices of nice, fluffy Kinsora Cake for desert…”

My gaze meets Blacksoul’s as I exclaim with a chuckle, “Are you not overworked? You are my comrade, but I don’t remember hiring you as my butler…”

Blacksoul replies with a chuckle of amusement as he slightly bows with respect, “If I could not aid my trainer…no, my great master and superior in Team Aura…in such a way, what kind of pokemon would I be, my lord?”

I shrug as I reply and take yet another sip, “I do not know… And I care not to. Now, if you will just finish the preparations while I get into my formal wear…”

Blacksoul kneels into a bow as he exclaims in a somewhat sinister voice before taking his leave, “Yes, my lord…”

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The afternoon sun spreading heat and radiance across the summer sky… It truly is an honor to have a picknick, let along battle, on such a beautiful day. On top of that, as the sun hits the golden roses in the garden, they glisten with their rare beauty and almost blind me with the reflected light as I am mesmerized by their intriguing sight.

Blacksoul planned well, and I shall applaud him for a job well done upon the battle’s completion.

However, before I can take a bite, Gold arrives with his father behind him and exclaims with glee, “Uncle Drakkon! You look especially overdressed for a simple battle… But, you still look nice no matter whether or not such glamor is needed…”

I reply with a chuckle as I take a sip of my Burgundy, “I am the leader of Team Aura, which makes me a noble in a way… And this clothing style is quite sophisticated, is it not?”

Blackenvy replies with a chuckle, “Maybe I should contact your fashion designer… This style looks appealing and complementary at the same time, concealing your battle clothes in a glistening navy-blue silk cloak and replacing your fingerless gloves with graceful full-hand aura gloves… Looks like you have decided to focus on more than just the technicality of the battle, my lord…”

I reply with a frown as I straighten my Team Aura brooch which kept my cloak on my shoulders, “Mochiron… I even have practiced on adapting my skills in order to dabble in the arts of the Pokemon Connoisseur… I already am an honorary A+-rank and soon, I should make it into S-rank…”

Gold then interrupts as he exclaims eagerly, “Ready yet, Uncle Drakkon? I have my three ready?”

I reply as I begin advancing into the garden’s depths and signal for the others to follow me, “Mochiron… Now, if you will follow me to the garden’s arena… We can begin.”

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Soon enough, we reach a clearing in the vast garden of golden roses that houses a make-shift arena in the frequently-maintained grass, which rustles in the slight wind blowing across it as Gold and I make our way to opposite sides, our zealous gazes clashing with one another before the true attack begins.

I then say with a chuckle as I cross my arms patiently, “You may send out your first pokemon…”

Gold nods in understanding and exclaims as he throws a pokeball into the air, “Go, Ampharos!”

I crack a slight grin as I signal to Blacksoul and reply with joy, “Good choice… Now, if you will serve me well in this battle, Blacksoul…”

Blacksoul replies with a bow as he gets into position, “Yes, my lord…”

Gold then shouts to his pokemon with youthful zeal, “Ampharos! Use Zap Cannon!”

I reply with a chuckle as the Ampharos conjures a big ball of high-voltage electricity, “Blacksoul, dodge this attack and respond with an Aura Sphere!”

Blacksoul nods with obedience as he evades the ball of doom and then snarls as he fires an orb of pure aura at Ampharos, “Suitai shite kudasai!”

As the orb hits the electric sheep pokemon, the impact pushes Ampharos many feet backwards before it catches itself and begins to pant from the brutality of the blow before it lets out a hearty cry, “Ampha!”

Blacksoul chuckles and draws his blade as he says to himself with murderous glee, “Baka ne… It dares to get up and defy my master’s grace? Time to fix its arrogance…”

I then shout with fury as I glare at Blacksoul, “Blacksoul! Ampharos wo korosanai de kudasai! We are merely doing a battle for fun, and you are getting carried away!”

Blacksoul chuckles in amusement and replies as he sheathes his weapon, “Gomen nasai, my lord… I really need to get it into my head to have more fun and worry less about evil lurking around…”

Gold snarls with fury as he clenches his fists, “Ampharos! Focus Blast!”

I chuckle and exclaim with glee as my gaze meets Blacksoul’s, “You know what to do… Now, initiate checkmate and take this pokemon down!”

Blacksoul replies with a bow as he quickly evades a sphere of pure energy coming right at him and becomes a blur, “Yes, my lord…”

Suddenly, Blacksoul reappears right above Ampharos and lets out a consuming wave of shadowy aura that quickly overwhelms his foe as he cracks a gleeful grin and says as his voice echoes through the forest, “Sorry, Ampharos, but check-and-mate…”

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When the shrouding shadows finally clear, Ampharos is shown to have fainted from the attack as it lets out a small grunt, “Amp…”

Gold snarls with fury as he returns Ampharos to its pokeball, “Good job, Ampharos, but it seems Blacksoul is as tough as always…”

I then exclaim as I pick up my glass of burgundy and take a sip, “Send out your next pokemon… That way, I can send out my own…”

Blackenvy then exclaims with a raised eyebrow, “Why change out Blacksoul if he is doing so well?”

I reply with a chuckle as I crack a slight grin, “Each match-up is a clash of flavor unto itself… Why use the same ingredient over and over again, even if it is known to be especially delightful? I like to mix up different ingredients to make a nice varied flavor in each battle… Understood?”

Blackenvy chuckles at my analogies and replies with glee, “That is true… You are the Auraprince, after all. Now, why don’t you both continue so I can witness this clash of flavor that you speak of, my lord?”

I reply with a chuckle as my gaze shifts to Gold, “Mochiron… As soon as your son is ready to continue…”

Gold then exclaims as he throws another pokeball into the air, “Fine then! Go, Emboar!”

I then chuckle at his choice of pokemon and exclaim with amusement as I throw my own ball into the air, “Looks like we will be bringing the heat together! Go, Karmine!”

Not knowing anything apparently about my pokemon, Gold naively exclaims as his signature golden eyes sharpen with zeal, “Emboar! Show that chandelier that our zeal is ten times hotter with a Flame Charge!”

Blackenvy’s face drains with shock as he exclaims with despair, “No! Don’t do that! You do not know what you have done!”

But it was too late. As the flames grace Karmine, its flames grow to the size of a tower as Drakkon then exclaims with glee, “Now that he has fallen into our trap… Karmine, Fire Blast!”

Karmine etches out a wicked fire symbol with his purplish flames into the Emboar’s flesh as its victim lets out a sharp wail of agony, much to Gold’s despair, until it finally faints from the intense assault of flames.

Gold then inquires with fury as he returns Emboar to its pokeball, “What the Distortion World did you pull on me?!”

Blackenvy answers with a grim snarl as his gaze sharpens, “How could you NOT know that its ability is Flash Fire?! You just fueled the flames of that loss…”

Gold’s face drains of all color as he replies in despair, “I…did?!”

I chuckle and exclaim with even more wicked glee as I return Karmine to its ball, “You haven’t studied up on Unovan pokemon, have you? Everyone knows that Chandelures are very vicious creatures, especially around a flame…”

Gold then roars with fury as he throws his last pokeball into the air, “No matter! Go, Feraligatr!”

I then exclaim with a chuckle as I throw my last unused pokeball into the air, “Time for you to shine! Go, Marshy!”

Gold then replies with a chuckle, “Looks like you finally use a pokemon I recognize!”

I then reply with a chuckle as I stroke my chin, “It is time to douse the flame with a refreshing beverage… It is now the time you have all been waiting for! Bring me all of your inner might, Gold, so that I may see the true trainer within that youthful shell… Mochiron! It’s Tasting Time!”

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Gold shouts to his pokemon as he points a clenched fist at Marshy, “Feraligatr! Chomp down on Marshy with a Crunch!”

As the Feraligatr nears Marshy, I finally give the command to parry the blow as I exclaim with glee, “Marshy, pin Feraligatr down with Hammer Arm!”

Marshy’s stout arm swiftly clamps down onto the Feraligatr’s body as it screams with sudden agony and tries to struggle out of Marshy’s vice in vain…

I then continue my command as I clench a fist, “Now, bombard it with Earthquake!”

Marshy lets out an earth-shaking roar that causes the entire forest to tremor as the shock-waves assault Feraligatr until it can take no more and collapses in defeat.

With my victory in hand, I exclaim with glee, “You did well, but I have proven that my ingredients overpower yours too much and that you need more training to ripen the flavors of your pokemon…”

Despite his loss, Gold cracks a wide grin as he replies with glee, “No worries… I definitely will do so… I look forward to battling with you when I have ripened into even more of a skilled trainer…”

Blackenvy then exclaims with a chuckle as he lets out a mid-day yawn, “I am glad you both had fun… However, I apologize, my lord, that we must take our leave, as Gold is needed back in Ecruteak to manage our Johto Branch.”

I chuckle and reply with joy as I take yet another sip of burgundy, “Mochiron… Team Aura salutes you, Gold Ishimori, and your continued service brings us honor and pride…”

As they leave, Blacksoul walks up to me and says with a sinister grin, “Looks like that is accomplished, my lord… Shall we retire?”

I let out a slight yawn as I reply with a nod, “Sure… It is getting pretty warm, after all…”

We simultaneously press our Temporas, and in no time at all, we appear in my manor’s salon where the cooling air conditioning brings me refuge from the boiling day…

Rain patters down on the windows of my mansion as I look at the sorrowful sky… What does this storm mean? This is no tropic monsoon, nor is this even the season to be expecting something like that. No, this is a heavy rainstorm cried from vicious clouds that cry such a constant stream of tears usually due to some sort of evil being on its way…

And if that is true, Team Aura will have yet another huge battle ahead of it.

That is unfortunate, as we just finished the Battle of Sootopolis a few weeks ago in order to protect the Turf, and now to hear from the wind’s sobs that we are most likely going to be under attack soon anyways… It breaks my heart and disappoints me at the same time.

Zuuuuuuun… I guess I will have to alert Lord Blackenvy and get our forces readied…

But, before I can do anything, Blacksoul enters the room and exclaims grimly as his icy blue eyes glare at the beckoning storm, “Master Drakkon… I assume you too have felt the negative aura signature that has come with this ferocious storm… Shall I contact Lord Blackenvy?”

I reply with a chuckle as I throw him a slight glance, “Mochiron… In fact, I was just about to have you do so…”

Blacksoul cracks a slight smile as he replies with a bow, “I shall do as such then, my lord…”

I then shout with a chuckle as Blacksoul begins to take his leave, “Also, can you bring me a glass of tea?”

Blacksoul replies with a bow as he closes the door to my room, “Mochiron, my lord…”

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In a flash of lightning, Blackenvy enters the mansion, cloaked in a heavy coat, and says as Blacksoul takes it off, revealing a bluish cloak similar to mine kept together by a blue-rose brooch shrouding his battle-worn clothes, “Arigato, Blacksoul… I came as fast as I could when you called… However, I must unfortunately reveal that your assumptions are correct… We have detected a Cruciferi base a few miles away from the Turf. However, it would be difficult to both raid the lair and protect the Turf with equal velocity…”

I reply with a chuckle as I take a sip of my tea, “I understand. Protecting the Turf at all costs is the priority in this case, so that is my order…”

Blacksoul and Blackenvy then both bow and say in unison, “As you wish, my lord…”

However, before they could act, I hear a familiar sinister voice exclaim with a chuckle as a pale figure in a dark purple cloak kept together by a preserved purple rose brooch that glistens like his sharp purple eyes stepped forth from the shadows, “Looks like my endeavors to squelch the Cruciferi once and for all failed… But, I sense that I will get yet another chance to do so…”

I chuckle with glee and respond with acknowledgement, “Maekir Vilemist… Where have you been? First, you disappear for months on end, only to mysteriously return in time for the Battle of Sootopolis. And even after that, you left before arranging an appointment with me to explain your long-term absence…”

Maekir replies with a chuckle as he cracks a wide grin, revealing his demonic fangs, “Gomen-nasai, my lord… But I had business to attend to in my homeland. We were facing our own shadow…”

I chuckle with amusement and reply as I wave Maekir off, “Whatever… You can explain once the Turf is safe…”

Maekir bows with respect and replies with a wide grin, “Mochiron… How about this? In Blacksoul’s absence, I will serve as your temporary butler…”

Blacksoul replies with a snarl as he gets between me and Maekir, “Or, how about YOU go to the battlefront in MY stead, General Vilemist, so that I may continue my duties to the Auraprince here?”

Maekir replies with a chuckle as his eyes glisten with hellish glee, “Fine… I don’t much care as long as Lord Drakkon consents…”

I reply with a chuckle as I fold my fingers together, “Either way is fine with me. But, if Blacksoul wishes to stay here as my butler, I will not object…”

Blacksoul then bows before me and says with glee, “Mochiron, my lord. I need to stay at your side… If I didn’t do so, what kind of pokemon would I be?”

Just then, someone knocked at the door and as Blacksoul answers it, a strange person shrouded in victorian-esque clothing says with a slightly dull tone as he pulls out a letter, “Missive for Drakkon Whitestream…”

Blacksoul gives the figure a slight glare before he says as he accepts the letter, “Arigato… I will get it to my lord.”

As the strange figure leaves in a flash of lightning, I inquire with a raised eyebrow, “What does the missive say, Blacksoul?”

Blacksoul replies as he reads the letter aloud, “The Trainer Turf would like to extend an invitation to you, Drakkon Whitestream, for our third annual turf-wide tourney, where you will be placed against other worthy trainers within your tier. However, due to your high-ranking, there are very few that are deemed suitable to face you. Despite this inconvenience, we have found you an opponent and the match between you two will take place tomorrow at around three in the afternoon on the main island. We expect you to be on time, and we have no doubts you will be… We hope to see you there, Mister Whitestream, and we hope even more that your battle will be very satisfying…”

I exclaim with a grin as I cross my arms and shake my head with a chuckle, “They expect me to make a pilgrimage to the main island when I have my own private estate on a more desirable locale… Then again, it is them who is the host rather than I… Blacksoul, ready the aura waypoints for travel to the Turf’s main island so that we may ready a local dwelling in preparation for the tournament.”

Blacksoul replies with a bow as his eyes glow with aura, “Yes, my lord… I shall do that right away.”

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By the time we reach our…‘townhouse’, if you will, the storm seems to have calmed down and clear blue skies begin to pierce through the gloom cover of the previously-ominous clouds.

As we enter, I see a familiar face with my blue eyes staring at me as he exclaims with joy and runs towards me, “Daddy!”

I embrace him as I exclaim with glee, “Blake! Oh, how I have missed you, my son… How has your journey been?”

He exclaims with a wide grin as he pulls out a Marenaran badge case, which shined with all eight badges, “I conquered Marenar and I have applied here at the Turf! Due a bit to my natural ability for battling, which I no doubt inherited from you, I was immediately put as a 3.2 rank at the start… So, how is your day today?”

I reply with a chuckle, “Well, I was invited to join the annual Turf Tourney in the elite tier, and my first match is tomorrow afternoon… You should go watch, my son, and cheer me on…”

He replies with a chuckle, “Of course, father… Why wouldn’t I do so? Now, is it ok if I keep up your estate here while you are absent?”

I reply with a chuckle as I crack a wide grin, “Mochiron… This place does need some sprucing up now that you mention it… Blacksoul, can you make this look more elegant?”

Blacksoul replies with a bow as he swiftly begins to execute my command, “Yes, my lord. Salt to sugar, death to life, the dark-blue to a radiant gold… That is the way of Team Aura…”

I exclaim with a chuckle as I begin to make my way to the next room, “Now, to make a few calls in preparation for the twin events ahead… No doubt they are ironically intertwined…”

Blake then exclaims with glee as he makes his way towards the door, “Looks like you both are busy! I shall take my leave now, as I need to do more battles to prove my worth and raise my rank. I will see you both tomorrow then!”

Hmm… It looks like the events to come will be quite intriguing. First, Maekir returns from out of nowhere, and now my son comes at an optimal moment in time… On top of that, somehow I get the feeling everything will revolve around this tournament, as the Cruciferi are as cunning as we are… Then again, that is what makes them so predictable.

As Blacksoul and I walk through the Turf’s marketplace, I hear a loud voice exclaim from a nearby restaurant, “So tasty! More please, Mister Waiter!”

Blacksoul exclaims with a chuckle as he raises his eyebrows with intrigue, “Kare wa genki desu ne… I wonder what he is eating…”

I point at the restaurant’s sign, which states in bold letters, ‘Kaenjima Bei-ya! Home of the world-famous Akuma Roll and spicy Onigiri! Fan the flames of your desires with our hell-born fare!’, and reply with a chuckle, “Most likely, one of those supposed ‘world-famous’ items… Heck, he could even be taking the
Rengoku no Chousen… The Purgatory Challenge…”

Blacksoul chuckles and replies with a sinister grin, “You mean, the challenge where you must devour an
entire Akuma Roll supplemented by a duo of top-tier Spicy Onigiri?”

I reply with a grin as I dramatically clench my fist, “Mochiron! However, there is a special alternate ‘Chousen’ for pokemon… Which you would know, my friend…”

Blacksoul replies with a chuckle as he bows slightly with respect, “Mochiron… A pokemon must devour and keep down as much Akuma Rolls that they can harness in half of an hour. If they should beat the previous record, the meal is on the house and the victors become legendary for their skills…”

I reply pensively as I scan the sign, “Interesting… It says that the last pokemon record breaker was a Charizard that ravenously devoured twelve rolls. That seems a bit much to ask you to beat, but I know who can…”

Blacksoul replies with glee as he kneels into a slight bow, “I understand, my lord… Karmine would serve you better in a trial of flames such as this…”

I then exclaim energetically as I make my way into the restaurant, “Then let the inferno commence!”
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As I enter the Bei-ya, I spot a young man with an energetic Jolteon by his side as he was devouring the human Rengoku no Chousen… No, correction, it looks like he had completed the challenge thrice! Sugoi desu yo!

Suddenly, the manager exclaims with joy, “Good job, young one. You completed this fine establishment’s challenge not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES! For your feat of ultimate heat, I shall award you this shirt! Now, may I ask your name?”

The boy replies with a wide grin as he held up his empty plate, “Diego Argos. Now, can I have more?”

I then exclaim with a chuckle as I take a cup of water and splash it on Diego’s face, “You might want to cool down first, baka-kun… Even you should know the dangers of overheating.”

Diego tilts his head like a puppy and exclaims with shock as water began to drip from his hair, “Why did you throw water on me? Who are you? And, most importantly, why are you making chicken noises?”

Blacksoul tries in vain to hold back his laughter as I exclaim with a frown, “Well, to answer your first question, your body temperature was getting WAY too high… Now to answer your second question, my name is Drakkon Whitestream, and I am a somewhat world-renowned trainer… And as for your third question, it is Japanese for a term that I will not share…”

The manager then turns to me and shouts exuberantly as he points a clenched fist at me, “What is your motive for entering this establishment of hellfire? Did YOU come to beat this young one’s record?”

I reply with a sadistic grin as I throw one of my aura balls into the air, “No… I came to have my fire-type take on the pokemon record… He IS one hell of an eater, after all. Go onwards to victory, Karmine!”

As Karmine came out with a sinister grin on his face, the manager exclaims with glee as many bells ring randomly, “YES! A pokemon whose wicked flame is tuned for souls and is never fully satisfied… A perfect choice for your representative, Drakkon-san!”

Diego then roars with fury as he throws a pokeball of his own into the air, causing the pokemon within to enter with a loud boom, “We will take you on your challenge! Help me out, Typhlosion!”

The manager chuckles with glee as he beckons both of them and their pokemon forth, “Good choice, both of you… Now, if you could send your pokemon into this private room with burn-proof cameras…”

Diego then interrupts as he clenches both of his fists, “Wait! I want to try this! Your last challenge was too dull and boring, so I want to see if this actually will fulfill my hunger.”

The manager replies with wide, shocked eyes as his jaw gapes open, “You…want to take THIS on?!”

I reply with a shrug as I crack yet another sadistic grin, “If he wants to eat the inferno that you dish out, I say let him. And if things do not end well, I will take full responsibility for him and get him swift medical care…”

Diego replies with a frown as his eyes show a slight sign of annoyance, “I doubt I will need it though… You seem to underestimate me, Drakkon-san.”

I then chuckle and say gleefully to Blacksoul as Diego and the two fire-types go into the special room, “We will see about that… Blacksoul, make sure that Diego survives the Rengoku no Chousen, even if it means pulling him out prematurely!”

Blacksoul replies with a bow as he cracks a grin, “Yes, my lord…”
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The feast begins steadily as Karmine and Diego’s Typhlosion gleefully take multiple rolls and devour them as though they were nothing. However, despite his attempts to keep up, Diego seems to be sweating heavily not only from the rolls, but also from the excess flames that radiates from his competitors due to their Flash Fire ability.

However, as the trio reaches double digits, Diego suddenly collapses and begins to vomit up blood!

Blacksoul swiftly goes to Diego’s side and shouts to me as he attempts to keep Diego stable, “The extreme spices seem to have overheated his stomach, and the walls seem to be beginning to melt! I can keep him stable only for long enough to bring him to the hospital, but unfortunately that means both him and his pokemon must concede…”

I reply with a snarl as I take out Karmine’s pokeball and begin to follow Blacksoul, “Then Karmine, you return as well… I must oversee this to assess the damages, as this act of stupidity happened under Team Aura supervision.”

Worried for its master, Typhlosion stops eating and began to follow behind me as its face turns pale-blue with panic.

As Blacksoul lifts up the entrance curtain, I turn to the shop’s owner and state with a sadistic chuckle, “I hope you are prepared for what is ahead, Kaenjima-san... Because Team Aura will come down on you with a hotter fury than you have ever seen before...”