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C hapter III
As a new Pokémon Trainer, there was still one thing that Glasorden needed before going on
any adventures. His dad gave him a Ball Belt. He looked at the belt with excitement before
attaching it to his waist and sliding Swinub's Poké Ball into one of the holes. His
parents couldn't believe that he was ready to be a man now, and they didn't want to
say good-bye, but what has to be done has to be done. Glasorden decided that he had to do one
more thing before he set out for adventure. He walked over to Julia's house and knocked. A
kind man greeted him at the door. Julia appeared and said, "Daddy, this is Glasorden!
He's that smart boy I've been telling you about!"
Julia's dad said, "Yes, I have heard much about you." Glasorden replied, "I came to tell Julia
good-bye."
Julia asked, "Good-bye? Why, Glasorden?" Glasorden explained that he
was going on a grand adventure with Pokémon. Julia said, "I wish I could go on an
adventure, but I just have too much to do here. I wish you well on your adventure, and I hope
that you don't forget about me!" Glasorden wondered how he could possibly forget
about his best friend from school.
And so Glasorden entered the harsh world outside Farlig Town. He quickly discovered how useful
his English skills were. He won battles and lost battles, but he didn't fail to impress
wherever he went. He lost a battle against a powerful bespectacled redhead at one point. He was
amazed at how close she was to her Pokémon. She liked something about the young Glasorden,
though, and she sent him off one Pokémon richer. When he opened the Poké Ball, he
was quite surprised when Lapras appeared! He didn't know what the woman saw in him, but it
must've been very special. He found a Snover later on-it didn't want to be captured
as much as Swinub, so Glasorden had to put the skills he learned in school to good use. On one
route, he was surprised to find a Magnemite stranded out in the cold-he brought it to the nearest
shelter, which was an abandoned hut, and started a fire to keep things warm. In the hut,
Glasorden decided to read the stories he picked up during his travels to his Pokémon team.
Among these stories were a story about a woman who lived with her two ugly stepsisters and
another one about a silly redheaded mermaid who wanted to become human. They all laughed the
night away before going to bed, and in the morning, Glasorden was on his way again.
Glasorden's thirst for Pokémon battling was insatiable, and it carried him great
distances. At the age of eighteen, he happened upon a very large city in the middle of a
snowfield. The sign at the entrance revealed the city's name to be Glacierbay City. He
figured that he'd had enough walking and went to the local tavern. He wasn't a
drinker, but he would sometimes meet new people and find out something that he didn't know
beforehand. Many of the bartenders that Glasorden met were very friendly and helpful.
"You look like a blizzard just hit ya," the bartender opened. "I'll get
you some hot chocolate. It's an old family recipe. This one's on me!" And so
the bartender filled up a mug and slid it down the table. Glasorden caught it and took a hearty
swig. It didn't taste tinted-he could've sworn that a bartend somewhere tried to
deceive him into drinking alcohol-but after what he'd been through, he didn't feel
like he cared too much. He felt revived, and his team felt the same way after they were provided
with some of the Pokémon food that was on hand. Glasorden looked at one of the bags. It
said "BROCK" in large letters. He wondered what that could mean.
"That was very generous of you, kind sir," Glasorden replied. "I'm
Glasorden from Farlig Town. Who are you?"
"Name's Peter," the bartender replied. "It was no trouble whatsoever.
Hey! I just got news that the Gym Leader here is retiring, and he's actually selling the
Gym! Can you believe it?"
Glasorden pondered the prospect of being a Gym Leader. It sounded like something that he wanted
to do. He was admiring a portrait of the famed Professor Oak when the tavern door burst open.
"I'd watch out if I were you, stranger," Peter said in a low voice. "My
customers get pretty rowdy when they start drinkin' the liquor."
Sure enough, the four burly men who just entered ordered tequila and drank it all up like there
was no tomorrow. One of them started talking.
"Hey! Where are all the hot female Trainers?" he bellowed. "My standards
aren't THAT high!"
"There's this one Psychic-type lady somewhere in Kanto. Ahhhhh..."
"Hey! What about that Water-type one?
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Mystique, right?"
"Mystique. Yeah, that's her name. Hey! Who's that guy sitting at the counter
over there? Hey, you!"
"Yes?" Glasorden replied.
"You think you're so tough, Mr. All-Bones? Where's the meat on that body? You
think you can just come in here and listen in on our conversation? We work twelve hours a day and
have to put up with street shit like you! You'll be crawling back into whatever hole you
came from when I'm through with you!"
The man reached for the Poké Ball on his belt.
"I accept your challenge!" Glasorden replied.
And so Glasorden battled and defeated all four drunks in a row.
"I can't stand this! I demand a refund!"
"Beaten by a bed-wetter...I can't go back to my wife after this!"
They stormed out the front door.
"Well, I'll be!" Peter exclaimed. "You taught those rowdy ruffians a
lesson! Where'd you get those skills? You're worthy of that Gym in my eyes!"
"Personally, I prefer battling sober people," Glasorden replied.
"They're more of a challenge."
"Don't be so modest! I really must have your autograph, stranger. Sign this
mug!"
Peter provided Glasorden with a marker, and Glasorden did as he was asked. Peter jumped for joy.
"My tavern's going to be on the map after this! In fact, it'll BE the
map!"
"Nice meeting you, Peter. I better reserve a room. I'm going to that Gym first thing
tomorrow morning."
Chapter IV
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