03-11-2017, 05:11 PM
After the scene with Machoke, the duo of master and pupil called it a day. Togepi was shown to a room in which she could sleep. It was very barren - just a wooden room no bigger than 10x10 square feet with a small feather-made bed and cloth cover. Although to most it would seem slightly depressing, Togepi was already calling it home. She didn’t care where her bed rested as long as she was getting her chance to do what she had always wanted. She would train hard to become a master like Lucario, even if it took her years of determination and failure.
The egg Pokemon made herself comfy on the small bed. To any normal-sized human, this would have been too small. That would explain why dust kicked out from under the bed when she fell in. No one slept in here in a long time. Tired from her not-so-fruitless endeavor, the timid Pokemon fell asleep rather quickly.
As for the aura Pokemon, he went to his quarters, which were slightly larger than that of the other monks. No one could really complain about his accommodations; he was the only reason they were even there in the first place. Now with the peace and quiet of his own abode, the wise Lucario sat on his wooden floor and continued his meditation to ponder the events of today. A child of a Pokemon has shown up at the foot of his doorstep like an orphaned baby, and Machoke has not given up. After what happened earlier, he was sure that this would not end peacefully. Lucario let out a disconcerting sigh. He had hoped to settle this dispute without retaliation, or at least without violence. He knew that this land was sacred to the Pokemon on this island, but this is the only place where one can learn to tune their soul with their mortal being. Togepi would soon have to take that test. It made him shudder to think what this young one might do to acquire what she wants. She is ready to sacrifice everything to become strong, and while it’s a noble goal, it can be a road that leads to self-destruction and torment.
The swishing sound of Lucario’s door sliding open interrupted the master’s meditation. Yet again, he did not get to finish. With a growl, he spoke out without opening his eyes or breaking his meditation form. “What! Can I not get some quiet to finish my mental reflection?! And, do you not even warn me before you open my door?!”
The monk who stood at his door instantly dropped to the floor into an apologetic bow. “My deepest apologies master Lucario! I will exercise more caution in the future! I did not mean to interrupt your meditation!” Lucario opened his left eye slightly to peak at the monk. He finally loosened up and stood in front of the young man and stretched his legs.
“Yes, well, what do you need?” He asked helping him up off the floor.
“Well, you see, someone was training, and they may have gotten their...entire leg lodged into a...well, a wall.” The monk tried as long as he could to dodge the subject of that sentence, afraid of Lucario’s repercussion. It was not at all what he expected.
“Very well, I shall help them.” He let out an exasperated breath and walked past the younger monk. “It is getting late, you should get some rest.”
“Yes, master.” He said before heading off to his room.
----
The next morning.
The sound of a sliding door opening woke Togepi from her slumber. The dark curtains covering the dawn’s sun swung open suddenly, blinding her instantly. She instinctively retreated to her covers. The small Pokemon groan in frustration.
“What time is it?” She asked from under her blanket with a groggy morning voice. She was not even sure who it was that had intruded on her room, though, she didn’t care all that much.
“It is sunrise. I told you before, your training starts today young one. From now on, you will wake up at dawn and train with me until dusk.” The familiar voice spoke from above her with his arms folded. The Togepi crawled out of bed slowly, disoriented and still half asleep. “It takes some getting used to, but soon you will enjoy waking up early. It refreshes your body to witness the sun rising over the horizon each morning.”
“Y-Yes, sir.” Lucario cringed at being called ‘sir’. That was sort of undermining to his title. Names were fancy and all, and they didn’t mean much to the aura master, but 'master' was a standing title that must be recognized.
“Instead of sir, I am your master. Remember that.” He says simply and starts to walk out of the room. “Come with me and we can begin.”
The young Pokemon didn’t argue with that. If she wanted to get strong, she had to follow whatever Lucario told her to do without mistake.
They found their way to the monastery’s cliff-side, where Togepi noticed a few patches of cloth laid out and spiked into the ground. Probably to keep them from flying away in the breeze. Just as she began to wonder what they might be for, Lucario cleared up her suspicions.
“This is where we will meditate for each morning to come. To start, we will do only an hour of meditation. Next week, we will begin the full two hours of daily meditation.” He explained as he sat down on the cloth to the right, slightly closer to the cliff’s edge. The restrained blanket flapped in the breeze where it was loose at the ends, trying to escape with the wind.
“We’re just going to sit and do nothing? I thought meditation was a joke thing.” She asked curiously as she sat down next to her master and mirrored the way he sat. “That doesn’t mean I won’t try, though. If this is what it takes.”
“Good spirit for someone so young. Now, silence. Do not speak, do not think.” He said as he slowed his own breathing. Togepi mimicked him as he worked on his meditation. “Clear your mind of everything and focus only on breathing.”
“That’s it?”
“Quiet.” He barked, focusing on his meditation. His pupil attempted to keep her mouth shut. She figured that Lucario is wise, and with that kind of experience, he would tell her everything she needs to know. Questions would be unnecessary as long as she listened. So she sat in the spot, no matter how agonizingly boring it was to sit still for so long. Not once did she complain, though.
Lucario peeked down at the young Pokemon. She was too quiet, he had assumed she’d fallen asleep from the sheer lifelessness of self-reflection. To his surprise, she remained unmoved for almost forty-five minutes. This child was driven to succeed with her goals of strength. He did not believe she would put forth such as enthusiastic attempt without complaint. His opinion of Togepi was quickly changing for the better, even if she needed some serious molding.
The next fifteen minutes were still silent. He was glad to have gotten a quiet meditation time today after yesterday’s events. Most of the monks around the monastery knew better than to interrupt his meditation in the first place unless it was an urgent matter that required his attention.
The blue jackal stood from his spot, rustling the Togepi awake from her hypnotic trance of meditation. “Very good. You show determination and discipline. Keep it up.”
Togepi grinned at her current progress, albeit small. Any progress is progress. She imagined a few weeks, she would be a just as strong as any of the monks around the monastery, or perhaps even stronger.
The egg Pokemon made herself comfy on the small bed. To any normal-sized human, this would have been too small. That would explain why dust kicked out from under the bed when she fell in. No one slept in here in a long time. Tired from her not-so-fruitless endeavor, the timid Pokemon fell asleep rather quickly.
As for the aura Pokemon, he went to his quarters, which were slightly larger than that of the other monks. No one could really complain about his accommodations; he was the only reason they were even there in the first place. Now with the peace and quiet of his own abode, the wise Lucario sat on his wooden floor and continued his meditation to ponder the events of today. A child of a Pokemon has shown up at the foot of his doorstep like an orphaned baby, and Machoke has not given up. After what happened earlier, he was sure that this would not end peacefully. Lucario let out a disconcerting sigh. He had hoped to settle this dispute without retaliation, or at least without violence. He knew that this land was sacred to the Pokemon on this island, but this is the only place where one can learn to tune their soul with their mortal being. Togepi would soon have to take that test. It made him shudder to think what this young one might do to acquire what she wants. She is ready to sacrifice everything to become strong, and while it’s a noble goal, it can be a road that leads to self-destruction and torment.
The swishing sound of Lucario’s door sliding open interrupted the master’s meditation. Yet again, he did not get to finish. With a growl, he spoke out without opening his eyes or breaking his meditation form. “What! Can I not get some quiet to finish my mental reflection?! And, do you not even warn me before you open my door?!”
The monk who stood at his door instantly dropped to the floor into an apologetic bow. “My deepest apologies master Lucario! I will exercise more caution in the future! I did not mean to interrupt your meditation!” Lucario opened his left eye slightly to peak at the monk. He finally loosened up and stood in front of the young man and stretched his legs.
“Yes, well, what do you need?” He asked helping him up off the floor.
“Well, you see, someone was training, and they may have gotten their...entire leg lodged into a...well, a wall.” The monk tried as long as he could to dodge the subject of that sentence, afraid of Lucario’s repercussion. It was not at all what he expected.
“Very well, I shall help them.” He let out an exasperated breath and walked past the younger monk. “It is getting late, you should get some rest.”
“Yes, master.” He said before heading off to his room.
----
The next morning.
The sound of a sliding door opening woke Togepi from her slumber. The dark curtains covering the dawn’s sun swung open suddenly, blinding her instantly. She instinctively retreated to her covers. The small Pokemon groan in frustration.
“What time is it?” She asked from under her blanket with a groggy morning voice. She was not even sure who it was that had intruded on her room, though, she didn’t care all that much.
“It is sunrise. I told you before, your training starts today young one. From now on, you will wake up at dawn and train with me until dusk.” The familiar voice spoke from above her with his arms folded. The Togepi crawled out of bed slowly, disoriented and still half asleep. “It takes some getting used to, but soon you will enjoy waking up early. It refreshes your body to witness the sun rising over the horizon each morning.”
“Y-Yes, sir.” Lucario cringed at being called ‘sir’. That was sort of undermining to his title. Names were fancy and all, and they didn’t mean much to the aura master, but 'master' was a standing title that must be recognized.
“Instead of sir, I am your master. Remember that.” He says simply and starts to walk out of the room. “Come with me and we can begin.”
The young Pokemon didn’t argue with that. If she wanted to get strong, she had to follow whatever Lucario told her to do without mistake.
They found their way to the monastery’s cliff-side, where Togepi noticed a few patches of cloth laid out and spiked into the ground. Probably to keep them from flying away in the breeze. Just as she began to wonder what they might be for, Lucario cleared up her suspicions.
“This is where we will meditate for each morning to come. To start, we will do only an hour of meditation. Next week, we will begin the full two hours of daily meditation.” He explained as he sat down on the cloth to the right, slightly closer to the cliff’s edge. The restrained blanket flapped in the breeze where it was loose at the ends, trying to escape with the wind.
“We’re just going to sit and do nothing? I thought meditation was a joke thing.” She asked curiously as she sat down next to her master and mirrored the way he sat. “That doesn’t mean I won’t try, though. If this is what it takes.”
“Good spirit for someone so young. Now, silence. Do not speak, do not think.” He said as he slowed his own breathing. Togepi mimicked him as he worked on his meditation. “Clear your mind of everything and focus only on breathing.”
“That’s it?”
“Quiet.” He barked, focusing on his meditation. His pupil attempted to keep her mouth shut. She figured that Lucario is wise, and with that kind of experience, he would tell her everything she needs to know. Questions would be unnecessary as long as she listened. So she sat in the spot, no matter how agonizingly boring it was to sit still for so long. Not once did she complain, though.
Lucario peeked down at the young Pokemon. She was too quiet, he had assumed she’d fallen asleep from the sheer lifelessness of self-reflection. To his surprise, she remained unmoved for almost forty-five minutes. This child was driven to succeed with her goals of strength. He did not believe she would put forth such as enthusiastic attempt without complaint. His opinion of Togepi was quickly changing for the better, even if she needed some serious molding.
The next fifteen minutes were still silent. He was glad to have gotten a quiet meditation time today after yesterday’s events. Most of the monks around the monastery knew better than to interrupt his meditation in the first place unless it was an urgent matter that required his attention.
The blue jackal stood from his spot, rustling the Togepi awake from her hypnotic trance of meditation. “Very good. You show determination and discipline. Keep it up.”
Togepi grinned at her current progress, albeit small. Any progress is progress. She imagined a few weeks, she would be a just as strong as any of the monks around the monastery, or perhaps even stronger.
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