Single post in The Qualifications of A champion(Short Story)

What Does ot take to be a hero? a champion? is it courage? skill? power? kindness? or some unquantifiable Thing, some Ephemeral otherness, that makes one Qualified to call themselves As such? That, Friends, Is My Job to Decide. Who am I? what Right do I have to decide these things? well... Listen up. I'm only saying this once. seventeen years ago, I was born to the Venom clan As Eri Silva. Our clan had long lived in Exile, Once a part of the Fuschia Ninja Families, Until my grandfather chose a secluded valley near the unova region. Some Renegades of our clan left, Becoming the Shadow Clan that served Team Plazma, but the rest of us Settled in the valley. our home, Simply called the Forlorn Reach, Wasn't exactly Hospitable... The area surrounding the Valley was a deadland, a sprawling Desert... it was hot, Arid, and dry... But the valley was Beautiful. A natural Hot-spring flowed from the mountainside, into A warm Lake was at one end, With multiple pools nearby, And a Cave was found with a Ton of ice, Generated by the pokemon who lived there... well defended on three sides by Wasteland and mountains, The valley entry was Defended by a Vast Swamp... A few Hundred miles Long, Yet only a Few miles wide, The stretch of Marshland Ended At the sea, about five miles from the Southwestern Tip of Unovan Lands. and there, we took up the family business. That secret job often performed by ninja. Assassination. a job that, despite being trained to do so, Had absolutely no place in modern society. And so, I learned How to turn the poisons i was taught to brew into medicines. They didn't exactly sell well. it was when I was 12, On a training journey, that I Got my partner. I Was Given a Luxury ball in Lieu of payment for "my grandfathers Medicine" as I had been marketing it... And I saw a cloud of gas Fleeing A Liepard. It didn't take more than a glance to see that the Gas cloud was a wounded pokemon, so I Threw a Bag of yellow powder at the Liepard... I call it Stinging Dust, And it makes a great deterrent. the Liepard Fled, and I turned to the Wounded Pokémon. I could see it needed more help than I could give... so I used the Luxury ball to catch it, and rushed to the nearest pokemon center. that's how I met Smokescreen, My Gastly. TO BE CONTINUED.