And So It Begins

Renko had awoken, it was early morning, about half past seven. Haze, his Gastly, was already training. As the young trainer rose to his feet a small purple orb shot over head. Renko looked up, he smirked a little before calling to his Pokemon. "Haze, enough..We journey now." The small purple spectre soared towards him, with immense speed. As it floated down, two tendrils of dark energy formed at its side, the shapes almost looked like arms. The gastly came closer and closer, the tendrils growing with every second that past. "Here it goes haze.." Renko whispered in his mind, ever since the first day of meeting Haze, he and Renko, the young trainer, Have had a special connection. They could hear each others thoughts. If ever one of the pair was lost, or in trouble all they would have to do is call out to the other. Haze, was now upon Renk. His tendrils now about the length of renko's arm. Quicker then you could blink, Haze rose the spectre arm, bringing it down with great speed towards his trainer. Renko had anticipated this strike and moved quickly out of the pokemon's path, avoiding the attack. "Not good enough. AGAIN!' Renko commanded the pokemon, he despised the weak. Once more, the Ghost type rose its arm, this time bringing it down quicker and more accurate for a strike to the top of Renko's head. The trainer didn't have chance to move this time, the large purple arm smashed straight into his head. The young boy shuddered, a chill ran through his spine as he fell to his knee's. He chuckled again, the Gastly's arms had now vanished from sight and it was once again just a floating ball of gas. "Better! We shall work on it every morning, we must perfect the move if we are to become stronger." renko whispered, rising to his feet. "Now, let us go find some food!" he giggled, walking down a small path, the ghost closely in toll.

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