ACKSHUN

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Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a valiant blue knight who rode atop a steed made out of orange iron. He was a mighty knight, and had slain many in battle.

But one day, an evil imp by the name of VINCENT. V. VINESON came out of the wooded forest glen and did several thousand dollars worth of damage to the muscular knight's equipage.

The brave knight took off after this vile svartálfar and soundly beat him to within an inch of his life, and also sprayed numerous effusions from his stomach upon the foul defiler of his sweet ride, because of the contemptible reprobate's noxious particulate matter.

Several days later, it came to the mind of the knight exactly who this wretched daemon might have been, and so, dear reader, he went to confront him.

Max knocked on Vinnie's door.

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and then suddenly Vinnie was a mute.

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It was true that if the school needed protecting, he would be there whether he was enlisted or not. Red never turned away from people who needed help. But the thought of his trainer fighting without him at his side made him so anxious. What if something happened? What if he needed...

No. Red didn't need him. As a Venusaur who couldn't even do a basic Grass Type attack anymore, he was basically dead weight on the team. Even if he wanted to help Red, he couldn't. His expression turned grim with that little reminder of the limitations of his injury.

"Train to fight like a human, huh..." Another way of protecting things, maybe, if the things he cared about were ever threatened. Vinnie mused on it, going quiet for a moment.

"Red is a good kid. He's the best thing I ever did with my life. You're saying whether I get deployed or not is up to him?"