Can Pokemon into Naruto? 17 (Patreon)

Commissioned by Anthony Maxwell

Can Pokemon into Naruto?

Chapter 17

-VB-

Since I was the only one available to do this, I was also the only one who carved Phantump heads to use for my next ritual/tinkering. It made the villagers start to refer to me as a shaman.

And … I really didn’t have a way to dispute that title? 

I mean… I knew what I looked like.

Like the chief found out, I did some weird shit out here, if not outright sacrilegious to basically every single culture out there. No culture allowed anyone to exhume dead bodies out of the graves, and every time that kind of shit happened, it was because either there was some shenanigans going on or the guy they exhumed did some heinous shit. 

Case in point, Pope Stephen VI. He had his dead political rival pulled out of his grave and put on trial for what I can only assume was pride and all other sins. Why did the guy feel the need to put a corpse on trial otherwise? Well, for his pride, he got deposed after everyone got angry. He got jailed and then strangled in said prison while the next pope undid everything he did. 

Don’t be a dumbfuck proud idiot, hmmkay? Walking around while demanding respect was one of the fastest ways to earn yourself an early access to the grave because you’re going to piss off people exactly like you (“who the fuck does that bastard think he is that he demands more respect than me?”) or you’re going to piss off the rest of the people who’re just tired of your shit. 

Which meant that I put that dead ninja back in his grave, put some offerings for the “hassle” the dead spirit had to deal with, and then decided not to exhume any more corpses unless it felt critical, not experimental.

And what did all of this have to do with what the villagers were calling me?

Well.

Rituals.

I did a shit ton of “tinkering” that felt more ritualistic than experimental. 

Baltoy’s birth was exactly like that. My attempt with the dead ninja’s corpse was that, too. The way I planned to go about making phantumps? 

What else was it other than a ritual if I intended to set up a “stall” with offerings and carved phantump heads and ask the spirits of dead children who died in the forest to come and inhabit the carved figurines? 

That’s a ritual. More than that, I was trying to commune with the dead. 

That’s shaman-shtick up to the hilt. 

And then there was the fact that I was also a healer, which was a role that shamans traditionally took up. I advised the chief on a few matters, which was also a role that shamans did. 

See?

I fit the shaman bill to the T.

I was a shaman.

God.

I did not expect to become a shaman. It felt weird. Surreal. Odd? Yes, odd. Definitely odd and not in line with what I grew up with, not that I had anything against what I grew up with. 

-VB-

Dad’s hands worked silently as he carved the heads of new pokemons who will be joining them. 

And Cleopatra felt… jealous. 

Dad didn’t pay as much attention to her as before. Couldn’t, really. She understood that. He was a busy man. He was always busy. When he wasn’t with her for a short time that he had free, then he was working to make things, prepare new pokemon, and train himself and them. He was always busy. 

She hated it. 

But she also knew that she was being stupid. Dad told her and her “siblings” about the dangers outside of the village. Told her plainly that they all needed to prepare unless they wanted it all to burn down by uneducated, egomanical, and stabby motherfuckers who were incapable of critically analyzing long term effects of their actions if it didn’t involve a knife, chakra, and blood.

At least that was the translation she did after she heard him talk about the stupid people outside.

And the stupid people did come, but at least these ones weren’t the stabby assholes. 

She turned away and looked to Baltoy, Combee, and Trash Bug. 

Trash Bug squeezed his eyes close as she ran toward a tree stump and bashed his head into it with what had to be the weakest Tackle she’s seen so far. Baltoy stood over him and gently told him what to do better. 

She never understood her “older brother.” 

Baltoy was calm. 

Always calm.

There were other emotions in him, too, like exasperation but he was always calm. 

She hated that. 

He acted like everything was fine and that everything will be fine. Didn’t he see that Dad was always working because everything wasn’t fine? 

She hated him. He was the firstborn but he wasn’t training hard enough. Not like her. 

She sniffed and walked away to the forest to train. 

As soon as outside of the village and far away enough from the village, she took off on a run. 

She may just be a torchick, but she was also strong! She could burn down the entire forest if she really wanted to. She didn’t, of course, because that would hurt Dad. 

And after running for a few minutes, she found herself in her secret training ground. 

There were already a few animals waiting for her. 

“... Boss,” the biggest bear in the training ground grunted as he got up.

She sniffed as he looked at him.

He was taller than her dad when he stood up and had scars to prove that he fought to keep his place. She liked that. 

She found him and his “growl” when she was exploring the forests a few weeks ago. She beat them all up without using a single fire attack, and made them live around her. In exchange, she gave them Oran Berries from Dad’s orchard. That alone was good enough for the bears to stick around and train with her. 

“We’re training more today,” she said assertively and stomped with her tiny leg. She knew that she had tiny legs but the impact of her stomp made the ground tremor just a little. 

The Big Bear grunted as the smaller bears got up. “What would you have us do, boss?” 

“All of you attack me,” she grunted plainly. “And I will dodge and block.”

The bears looked at each other once … before the one closest to her, not the big bear, lunged forward with half of her older brother’s speed and a gray aura.

She grinned as she leapt away and fended off the surprise attack from a second bear. 

This was how she needed to train! 

Then the big bear came at her. His gray aura was dimmer than the rest but that was because he was concentrating it in his right forepaw. He made a swipe. She parried it by coating her own talons and feet with gray aura and hitting his attack. The ground wasn’t so lucky as slash marks tore into the undergrowth. 

She landed… and the trio of bears came down on her like a mountain.

With nothing but a “Quick Attack,” she ran out of the formation and ran circles around them. It was a technique that dad made sure she trained it. It was a useful attack that let her dodge and attack quickly, especially if she combined it with other attacks.

In this case, it was useful for making sure she could dodge out of attacks that surrounded her. 

Then… one of the smaller bears copied it. It was like a quick attack but far slower. He tried to catch up with her but she grinned and sped up even more. 

Finally, she landed on the ground. “Alright. I’m going on the offensive now.”

The bears tensed and ground themselves.

Cleo rushed them.

-VB-

A/N: in which Cleo had been gathering her own gang- I mean friends to train with. 

Next chapter: trouble comes to the village.