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The door would open and this time Terashi would be greeted by a much younger individual; a young elementary school age girl with pigtails. "Hi mister!" The young girl said, all bright eyed and cheery. "Teacher is busy right now but he said to let you in! Follow me!" She said, running through the lobby and down a long hallway until she stopped at a specific door, disappearing behind it.

Terashi and Keiko would find on the other side of the door a room full of children sitting at desks, listening to their teacher, a young man sporting a tie like Terashi, giving a lecture on Pokemon types and how they match up to others. The lecture wouldn't last much longer and before long the bell would ring, causing the kids to cheer and rush out of the room.

Once the students were gone the teacher would approach Terashi and Keiko, loosening up his tie a bit before offering a handshake to both of them. "Hello, my name is Cheren. What can I do for you today?"

"Oh! A battle, of course. Some times I get so wrapped up in my teaching job I assume when a couple comes to me it's about enrolling their kid or being displeased with their grades." Cheren said with a nervous laugh. He had mistaken Terashi and Keiko for parents, that should get a reaction. "Right his way, please." He instructed them as he guided them back into the hallway and out the far back door leading to the playground slash battlefield.

Upon seeing their teacher arrive the playing children knew to clear out the marked dirt battlefield, the children going to place elsewhere but most of them started to gather up along the sidelines to watch the battle, excited whispers and shouts about how their teacher is going to destroy his opponent and such. Kids.

The children would 'ooo' and 'aaa' over the strange looking Pokemon, even Cheren was a little taken back by the exotic creature. "That children is a Kommo-o, a Pokemon native to the far off Alola region. Watch carefully, I may quiz you all one what its type is." Cheren said with a laugh before tossing a Pokeball onto the field.

The device would pop open to release into the air a male Unfezant, the Proud Pokemon fluttering in place as it awaited its order.

"Three Pokemon each, may the best trainer win." Cheren said. "Unfezant, Feather Dance!" The gym leader order.

With a chirp the bird would fly over and above the Kommo-o, flapping its wings erratically as it sent loose feathers fueled with strange energy down upon the dragon. As they feathers made contact Haku would feel its physical strength weaken, its Attack stat falling harshly.

The bird would wince as the dragon screeched, the horrible noise causing its defense to drop harshly just as the dragon's own attack did earlier. Once it was over Cheren and his students would remove their hands from their ears.

"I see you like to keep the playing field even." Cheren said with a smile. "Though there is always room for surprises. You see, Unfezant is lucky. Use Air Cutter!" The gym leader commanded.

With a shrill cry the bird would begin to flap its wings vigorously, conjuring up a gust of wind empowered with Flying energy. The gale was no ordinary breeze as it threatened to cut up and slice its victim, that being Haku.

[Super Luck + Air Cutter = 50% for critical hit. If 1, it's critical.]

The terribly powerful sound based attack would shake Unfezant tremendously, the bird having to land as it could no longer maintain flight while suffering from that awful noise, even barely managing to land safely. Once the attack had ended the Proud Pokemon was looking worse for wear, that powerful attack hitting pretty hard, that said the Pokemon and gym leader pair both noticed that the attack came with a drawback as Haku was missing some scales, its Defense dropped.

"Unfezant, fight back with Aerial Ace!" The gym leader commanded.

The bird would let out a shrill cry before it kicked off the ground and darted towards Haku, aiming to deliver a quick jab of the beak at its feet to try and trip it up. The Proud Pokemon would then fly past and come back around to slash at its back with its talons, keeping its momentum as it continued on by, soaring up into the air before flipping back over and descending upon the dragon with one final hit in the form of Flying energy empowered wings, hoping to strike at a vulnerable point.

(If 1, critical.)

"Looks like our luck ran out." Cheren mused cheerfully as the Draco Meteor descended upon his Pokemon, the mass of Dragon energy exploding violently upon impact, dispatching the Unfezant as it fell to the ground knocked out cold. All the young stupids however were taken back by the showy display of power, so much so they had forgotten about their teacher for a moment.

"Well this is a little disheartening, my students seem to have fallen for your theatrics. I guess simple boring technical skill isn't as entertaining." Cheren laughed as he recalled his bird. "Oh well, I'm a gym leader first and teacher second, but I still got a lot left to teach my challenger." With that said he tossed out another Pokeball, this one popping open to reveal a smaller Pokemon.

"Cinccino!" Squealed softly the Scarf Pokemon as it appeared.

"Use Tail Slap." The teacher ordered.

With another squeal the Normal type scurried towards the dragon with such speed and maneuverability that it was almost impossible to predict where it would come at it from. Before Pokemon or trainer knew it the Cincinno was clinging to the dragon's chest and beating its face with surprisingly powerful and insanely quick slaps of its tail, the furry appendage glowing with Normal energy, giving it density one would not expect.

Cincinno would be swept up in the Surf, its seeds going along for the ride as well. The Scarf Pokemon looked to be panicking over being wet, probably mourning over its perfect coat. Cheren on the other hand was as calm as ever, loosening his tie just a bit more before giving off his next command.

"Always be prepared for changing circumstances and be willing to adapt. Use Thunder." The gym leader ordered.

The Normal type would proceed to unleash a massive bolt of electricity through the water, hoping that its proximity to Dewott would fry the little wet head.