Pokemon Clans Pt 1

2150 A.D. The age of the Pokémon Kingdoms. Beings of anthromorphic appearance that resemble Pokémon inhabit this large world at this time. Normal Pokémon still live on this planet but the anthromorphic Pokémon rule all at this time. All is peaceful at this time.

2151 A.D.  The world has begun to struggle. An assassination attempt on one continent caused catastrophe as a new Ruler steps up to the throne and declares war on each continent, which caused a chain reaction of other Rulers to become Warlords as a grab for each Continent has begun and a great battle has started.

Clans of various sorts fight with or against their new warlords to decide if they will be a hazard for their leader.

Soon the world war has begun.

2060 A.D. The Clan of the Elements has sprung to life through the last 20 years even before the war started. Wanders, Families, and homeless were greeted to join the village, as the Clan of the Elements was head of said village.

The head of the Clan and of the Village as well was Samurott. A large, blue being who wore armor that resembled opal of color but the design was based on the sea. He had a long white beard that hung just above his chest and very thin on the sides. His face showed an old man who was wise but has also been in many fights and learned from them. He was quite tall compared to others as his height was enough for his head and helmet to eclipse the sun for the younger children who ran by for play and just tall enough to which he had to duck under some smaller doorways.

Samurott never took his armor off and always had his Broadsword on his hip. He never knew what would happen in his village and always had it with him especially with the war going on outside his walls.

Beside the head of the Clan and Village was Honchkrow who walked beside the water based fighter. He wore a deep dark blue jacket with a large hat on his head that he was more known for. His outfit had long sleeves that hid his weapons within his left hands at all times. His weapons of choice were daggers that he was deadly with from all angles and distances but provided a smooth flow when used.

Honchkrow was a long time friend of Samurott's since they trained together long ago when they were young. They both knew how each other fought and knew when each other was in trouble on the battle field just by seeing each other slouch even a millimeter.

"How goes the Clan's training?" Samurott asked as he walked through the village beside Honchkrow.

"It is going quite well right now. The younger boys are sparing now in the Dojo within the castle as you would expect." Honchkrow replied, as he didn't even remove his eyes from strait ahead of him.

"Good. Now who is watching them?" Samurott asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"Infernape is currently while Blade and Sickle are taking a break. We should see the two of them out here getting snacks for the boys while they work on their stamina work."

"Don't you mean right over there?" Samurott asked as he looked down the dirt road to see a pair shouting at one another.

"Hey he said bring them something good to eat! He meant healthy good! So we're getting them some Pepper Salads to go!" Shouted the green one.

"No he said good to eat as in something tasty! So I say get them some of these shish kabobs! Those boys love these things!" The brown one shouted back as he held up a shish kabob in his left hand.

Both of the fighting boys were Blade who was a Kabutops who held the shish kabob and Sickle who was a Scyther that was shouting about salad. Both boys seemed to have hard plated armor on their bodies. Blade's armor was more based around layers while Sickle's was more based around plating that fit together and allowed for easier movement.

Both boys had large Scythes on their backs that they carried around but both of them had folding blades to prevent accident or injury when not in battle. Right now was a time where those blades were down to not allow accidental injury, especially from these two.

"Should we go break it up lord Samurott?" Honchkrow asked.

"We? You were the one overlooking their training." Samurott said with a light chuckle that faded as he saw the boys now throwing the food at each other in the middle of the street.

"No shish kabobs!" Blade shouted as he grabbed the meatballs from the skewer and threw them at Sickle.

"No he meant Salads!" Sickle shouted as he tossed heads of lettuce from the food kart behind him at Blade.

Honchkrow let out a sigh and then ran up to try to stop the boys. He stood in the middle and held his arms out between them with his sleeves moving down to show his forearms. "Boys knock it off!" He shouted with authority in his voice.

The two boys kept shouting at one another as the food ended up just hitting Honchkrow with the crossfire of their foot fight.

Samurott watched this for a good thirty seconds before noticing a party store to his left. He walked over to it and grabbed a quite large party popper and paid for it. He didn't seem to be in much of a rush as he walked down towards the three fighting Clan members with a group of people circling them to watch.

"Knock it off boys!" He shouted with his voice booming over their shouting while at the same time he pulled the jumbo party popper that let off a very large boom to drown out the volume of his own voice and stop the fighting at once.

Dozens of meatballs and lettuce on the ground as it seemed Honchkrow was covered from head to toe with leaves and sauce. The two boys looked at Samurott and dropped what they had then pointed fingers at one another.

"He did it! He started it! What I started it? No you started it!" The two shouted at one another at the perfect time. "Believe me he started it!" The two both grew even angrier at one another and began to charge one another.

Samurott grabbed both boys by the necks before they came in contact. "Honchkrow. You pay for this and I'll pay you back after I punish these two. And go get changed. I think you have some sauce in your ears."

"Yes…Lord Samurott." Honchkrow let out a sigh before falling to his knees as Samurott's back was turned to him.

Samurott pulled the two by the necks and carried them both towards the castle.

Once inside he let go of the two within the Dojo and took their scythes from their backs and held onto them. "Now what do you two think you're doing?" He asked.

"I said he started it!" The two shouted at the same time while pointing fingers once more at one another. "Stop it! You started it!" The continued.

Samurott sighed to himself as he was starting to seem very annoyed. "Sickle why don't you start?" He asked.

"Why does he get to start?" Blade asked.

Samurott suddenly pulled out a bandana and stepped behind Blade and quickly wrapped it around his head and going through his mouth to make it like a gag. "Because you went first last time. I could just gag both of you until dinner like I did last time but for now I'll just have you quiet." He turned to Sickle. "Now go on."

Sickle took a breath and sighed a bit as if to clear his mind. "Okay. What happened was that we were asked to go get something good for the boys to eat by Infernape. He didn't tell us what but he just said to get something to eat since the boys were going to be getting hungry soon. We went out and began to debate what to get. I said Salad would be a good idea since it was healthy. And when you say good to eat in that context it means something healthy. Right?"

Samurott nodded. "Now why do you think the fight started?"

"Blade threw the first meatball at me saying Salads taste bad and that they weren't what Infernape meant when he said good to eat. Then I retaliated after he threw the first projectile." Sickle said

Samurott nodded and removed the bandana gag from Blade's mouth. "Now remain quiet Sickle or this is being tied on you next." He threatened. "Now talk Blade. What is your side of the story?"

"Well he started talking about how Infernape meant salad. I told him meatballs were what he meant since they are good to eat and he's wrong since good to eat means it tastes good. If it was good for you then why wouldn't he just say healthy food and not good food?" Blade said.

"Now. How did the fight start for your end?" Samurott asked as he looked at Sickle to make sure he was quiet.

"I said meatballs were the right choice and threw lettuce at me. Then Master Honchkrow sided with him and I threw meatballs at the two of them." Blade replied.

"Honchkrow said that?" Samurott asked a bit surprised. "Truthfully I'm more of a fish and chips sort of Pokémon." He muttered to himself.

"You two go clean up and come back down here to train. I'll give you both a punishment after dinner." Samurott said. As he got up and turned around to look at Infernape who was overlooking the three youngest members of the clan as they trained with each of their weapons on wooden dummies.

Infernape had a bowl of curry and chicken while he sat atop his own weapon that was a Rod of sorts that balanced perfectly on the ground as he ate. "I prefer my curry over meatballs but why didn't they just buy both and combine them? Get a salad and chop up some meatballs and sprinkle them on top?"

"You heard all that I assume?" Samurott asked.

"Yes I did. Those two are always getting in trouble. Why can't they just agree for once and stop being such trouble makers?" Infernape asked as he ate more of his curry. His bowl was a large bowl it seemed that required his nimble feet to hold onto.

"And why are you to talk? You're quite a trouble maker yourself." Samurott said as he watched the three boys sparing while standing next to the pole with the fire monkey on top.

"Hey. That's not true." Infernape defensively.

"You were the one who put hot sauce in Weavile's bath." Samurott said with a smirk.

"You can't prove that."

"I already have. And you have already been punished." Samurott said as his smirk stayed on his face.

"And how is that and how do you have proof?" Infernape asked as he began to eat his spoon fulls of curry a bit slower.

"I went to the kitchen for the last bottle of hot sauce for my pasta. I put it on and left the kitchen with my snack. You walked in and took the bottle after I left."

"How do you know someone else didn't take the bottle when you left?" Infernape asked as he kept eating his food.

"Because I saw you leave and turned around to make sure you didn't take the last of the curry." Samurott raised an eyebrow as he kept that all knowing smirk on his face.

"Fine I took it. But how did you punish me in the first place?"

"That curry that was made just for you has a laxative that I allowed Weavile to put into your food after I put the pieces together." Samurott said, as his smirk was now a grin.

Infernape heard this and looked down at his belly. He heard a groan and felt his stomach churn as he climbed down his pole and his tail grabbing it as he began running out the door. "I'll get payback on you!" He shouted as he ran for the bathroom outside the door but ended up hitting his staff on the doorframe causing him to be stopped but he fixed himself and left in a hurry.

The three boys stopped their attacking and began laughing as the monkey was just pranked and ran out of the room.

"Did that really happen Lord Samurott?" One of the boys asked who wore a helmet that looked similar to a skull on his head. He wore it up instead of down over his face when he wasn't in battle. His armor was more of a very tough hide that he wore that was an experimental material that was said to be as tough as metal though it could only be made in sizes like his for now.

"Yes it did Cubone. He needs to learn that I know all that go on within this castle of mine." Samurott said as he grabbed a stool and set it down where he was standing. "You three may rest for now until Master Honchkrow returns."

Cubone and the other two sat down with one another. They all were fourteen years old and were already wanting to train with their weapons.

Pawniard was in basic red armor that covered all but below his knees. He had two short swords that he has learned how to work together almost flawlessly for his skill level. He fell back and stared up at the ceiling as he was trying to relax. "When is dinner Lord Samurott?" He asked.

"Dinner should be within the hour." Samurott said as he sat there waiting patiently for someone to come in and watch the three train. "Any more questions?"

"Can I go speak with Excadrill please? My weapons need sharpening." Axew asked. He as a bit heavier build than the other two boys but was still quick on his feet. He had two hatches that he used. His armor was an olive green color it seemed.

"Not right now." Samurott said. "Until someone comes to watch over you three I should ask. How is the future of the clan doing with their training?"

"Great." Pawniard said as he finally caught his breath.

"Fun." Cubone said as he held his club weapon near to him.

"Tiring." Axew said as he fell back to lie down next to Pawniard.

"Who wants to show what you have learned? Any new techniques by chance?"

"I learned this." Cubone said, as he seemed eager to show off. He ran to the furthest dummy. He swung his wood and bone club at the dummy as he hit the larger dummy in the gut then at the knees in a clunky motion but still hitting with great power. "Boomerang Club!" He then jumped back and tossed his weapon out and like a boomerang it flew out and hit the dummy in the neck as it spun around it a few times and began to fly back but it fell halfway between Cubone and the dummy.

Samurott gave a gentle clap to sound encouraging of the young clan member. "Very good Cubone. You almost have it. Does anyone else care to show off? Pawniard? Axew?"

Axew got up and grabbed his hatchets. He stepped up to the dummy that was second closest to Samurott and smiled. "I think I have this technique learned by now." He then began to swing his arms around with the hatchets in a fast and hard way, as each hit seemed to go into the dummy and side out while causing damaged to the training dummy. He then got close to the ground and held his hatchets with the blades outwards at this point. "Axew Rage!" He shouted just before he began to spin in front of the dummy with an added hop to get more height just before he jumped back and switched his hatchets to their normal way to be held with the blades forward before he tosses one down at the knees of the dummy to stick in the knee cap and the other more horizontal that landed in the chest and stuck there.

After his performance he bowed to Samurott and proceeded to grab his weapons.

Samurott clapped more and nodded. "Very good. Now what about you Pawniard?"

"Do I have to?" He asked. "You already know that I'm better with my swords than these two are with their hatchets and club. I should already be out there fighting with you on the battle field."

"Pawniard. It's your turn." Samurott said sternly at the younger Pokémon.

"Fine." He sighed and got up and grabbed his short swords and held onto them in his hands. He went to the nearest dummy and focused on his breathing for a bit before he began to attack. His movements were almost artistic with his size and fluidity of each attack as they flew through the dummy. The way he moved with both swords was very precise with each hit and motion to show that he was very skilled. As his demo came to and end he held both swords up into the air. "Check Mate!" He shouted as his blades began to glow with a brighter sheen all of a sudden. Pawniard slashed with both blades but the longer it went on the more it seemed that there were doubles attacking with him up until there were five shadows of himself each leaving an attack on the dummy as the normal Pawniard seemed to be the leader of the group.

"He's learned double team." Samurott muttered to himself as he watched the boy and his blades attack.

Pawniard jumped back as each of the five other clones followed him almost like a snake moving. He then charged forward and slid down on one knee past the dummy with both swords slashing the dummy and causing a shockwave to go from his weapons. He then got up with his breath lost as he then bowed to Samurott while trying to recover after showing off. He then paused as he saw his attacks had cut off two inches of Samurott's beard but he tried to keep from noticing it. "May I please be excused to the bathroom?" He suddenly asked.

"Don't you wish to know what I think of your demonstration?" Samurott asked.

"N…No…I'm umm." Pawniard set his weapons down on the weapon rack and ran to out the door just in time to run past Honchkrow who was just returning in a change of clothing.

"What's wrong with him?" Samurott asked the other two boys.

"I don't know." Axew said as him and Cubone shrugged.

"Well why don't you two put your weapons away. I'll let you three go eat early. Go wash up in the bathroom and tell Pawniard that he's also done training for the day." Samurott said as he got up and saw Honchkrow. He began walking to the door while the two boys ran out.

Honchkrow looked at Samurott. "My my. Since when did you decide to cut your beard?"

"My what? I refuse to let it get longer or shorter than it already is." Samurott said as he walked out with Honchkrow.

"Then why is it that you cut it off? And how did you get such a perfect cut?" Honchkrow asked.

"What do you mean?" Samurott asked as he pulled out his sword and used it like a mirror. "What in the? How did this happen?! Who did this?!" He shouted, as he didn't seem too pleased. "I'll find who did this and how this happened! I'll confront everyone at dinner and I'll find out who did this to me!"

Honchkrow sighed and shook his head. "It's just a beard. You can regrow that in two weeks so no need to flip out on the whole castle. Now let's go get some dinner. It finished early today."

Samurott still didn't seem too pleased as he tried to settle down.

"Just calm down Samurott." Honchkrow patted Samurott's shoulder as they walked towards the dinning room.

Everyone soon arrived within the next ten minutes after the word got around that dinner was done early. The main clan sat down with Samurott at the front. He looked over everyone and stroked his, now shortened, beard.

The food was soon brought out. A bowl of rice for each of them with large bowls of chowder set down in the middle of the table and several baskets of bread set out for everyone as well.

The table was painted black with brown brushwork for a design on the edges. Though it looked nice it was still a bit beat up from having 17 eating at the table at once.

Soon everyone began to eat once everything was served.

Samurott held back as he wanted to confront everyone that he's spoken to today to ask about his beard but he held back for now. He began eating his food as he held his bowl up under his face and ate slowly to make sure he wouldn't spill on himself or the floor.

All was peaceful until Samurott's bowl suddenly had a loud pop, which sent rice and his chowder up into his face. He dropped his bowl suddenly at what had just happened. "Infernape!"

"Can't prove anything!" Infernape shouted as he began to laugh and ran from the table. "I would like my food to go by the way." He said as he ran back and grabbed his bowl of food and began running.

Soon Samurott began to pursue Infernape out the door and through the castle with food still on his face.

"What a way to end a day." Honchkrow chuckled. "I wonder how long it will take until he learns I put that fire cracker in his bowl for making me get hit by those meatballs and cabbages earlier." He chuckled more to himself and began eating without anything else disrupting the dinner aside from the two running through the castle.

"Come back here you monkey!" Samurott shouted from down the hall.

"Wasn't even me this time! You can't even prove it was since I didn't this time!" He shouted as he ran away from Samurott with his food bowl in hand.