In the last episode Timmy caught a geodude from a tree and Poliwag started to evolve afterwards… “Ok, it’s your choice.” Timmy told his pokemon. He then leaped down from the tree and picked up the pokeball containing Geodude. He stood there and watched as Poliwag evolved. “Poli…Whirl!” He finally said as the evolution completed. Timmy smiled. “Congratulations! Now, let’s finish eating, then I’ll teach you some karate since you have arms now.” Poliwhirl nodded in agreement. And so they finished their food and a few hours later, Timmy had taught it three new drills. “Poliwhirl, basic technique drill, heist.” Poliwhirl performed the drill. Timmy nodded. “Good. Now, let’s check your level.” Timmy pulled out his level checker. “Ok you’re at…26!” Great, you should know an attack by now. Umm… Double Slap I think. Let’s try it.” Timmy backed up five feet and then gave Poliwhirl the command to try. Poliwhirl ran forward and at the last possible second raised his hand and struck at Timmy. Timmy stepped back and threw up his arms to block it. If his arms hadn’t been toughened by years of sparring, Timmy would have been in a lot of pain. As it is, there was still a red mark where the hand hit. “Good job Poliwhirl.” Timmy says, rubbing his arm. “That should do for now, all you need to do is work on your arm strength, then you’ll be an opponent to be reckoned with.” Poliwhirl nodded to Timmy. “Poli, whirl.” Timmy picked up his backpack. “Ok, let’s go.” Once they’d reached Timmy’s home, Timmy returned Poliwhirl to his pokeball and went inside. “I’m home!” He yells as he runs up the stairs to put his stuff away and get ready for dinner. His mom yells from the kitchen, “Dinner will be ready in five minutes!” Five minutes later, Timmy barrels down the stairs and sits himself at the table. After they had said grace, him and his family began to eat. His mother and father both talk about work and the Dojo. When he finished eating, Timmy stood up. “May I please be excused?” His father nods his head to Timmy and continues to talk with his wife. Timmy picks up his plate and walks into the kitchen where he deposits it in the sink. “Father, I’m gonna go and practice at the Dojo for a while, bye!” Timmy waves to his father and walks out the front door. Once he’s outside, he begins to jog to the Dojo. After some time, he arrives there. Timmy then opens the door and walks in. Inside, there is a advanced class going on. They are all standing around the sparring ring and watching as two young men spar. Some of the younger students cheer for one of the fighters every now and then. “Go John! You can do it!” Shouted one of the younger green belts. Followed by an older brown belt, “Get em Mere’din!” Timmy watched the fight with interest. Timmy had never seen Mere’din before. John was eighteen and had recently earned his second degree black belt. However, Mere’din seemed to be holding his own, perhaps even winning. Timmy quickly ran to the back room and changed. He then walked back and onto the carpet. The teacher nodded his head in greeting and turned to continue watching the fight. Mere’din did a swift spinning backfist to John’s chest and followed through with three rapid punches, two to the chest and one to the gut. John wasn’t able to block all four techniques and was struck twice in the chest and gut. “Yame.” He sensei commanded. The two fighters stepped back to the ready stance. “Mere’din is the winner. Now both of you, step to attention, bow here, bow to each other, and shake hands.” The two did as they were instructed and got back in line. After a few other students had sparred, the sensei called Timmy over to spar with Mere’din…