Pokemon: A New Path-Chapter 547: Clair

Chansey nodded confidently. "Chansey!"

Then she excitedly shared the details of her learning process.

She asked Pawmot to paralyze her, then cured herself with a Cheri Berry. She let Slugma burn her, Glaceon freeze her, and Venusaur put her to sleep with Sleep Powder.

Now, she had memorized all the major berry treatments and the status conditions they were meant to heal!

"Chansey?" She looked at Naoki with sparkling eyes, hoping for praise.

Naoki couldn't help but smile. "Very impressive. But if you want to move on to the next level of training, you'll need to pass one more test."

Chansey chirped with determination, signaling she was ready!

So Naoki returned to his room, brought out a batch of berries, and began testing her once more.

To his amazement, Chansey answered every question correctly this time.

Not only could she identify each berry by name and describe its effect, she could also explain the symptoms of each condition.

For example, she explained that paralyzed Pokémon experience muscle stiffness and may show visible sparks of static electricity on their bodies.

Naoki nodded with satisfaction.

"There's just one more thing to keep in mind," he said. "There are two types of paralysis. One is the electric-induced type, like you've experienced, and the other is caused by Grass-type powder moves."

"If a Pokémon is paralyzed by Stun Spore, for example, there won't be any electricity on the body—just difficulty moving. You'll need to learn to tell the difference."

"Chansey!" Chansey listened carefully and decided to visit Butterfree later for more hands-on experience.

"Well then, congratulations, Chansey. You've passed the test and officially become an intern Pokémon doctor," Naoki announced.

He stood up, walked into the bedroom, and returned with a nurse's cap and a small medical satchel bearing a red cross symbol.

"Chansey…!" Chansey immediately recognized the items—it was the same gear that Blissey wore at the Pokémon Center! Her eyes lit up with excitement.

"This set is just for you," Naoki said with a smile. "You can carry medicine and berries inside the bag, so if you encounter any Pokémon in need of help, you'll be ready to assist them."

"Chansey!"

Chansey accepted the satchel eagerly, and Naoki gently placed the nurse's cap on her head.

"Starting today, your next step is to shadow Nurse Joy and Audino at the Pokémon Center and learn how to care for visiting trainers and their Pokémon."

"Chansey!" Chansey's eyes sparkled with determination.

That very afternoon, Chansey arrived at the Pokémon Center to begin her new journey, learning alongside Nurse Joy and Audino.

...

Meanwhile, at the Paldea League Headquarters.

A fierce battle was underway.

Geeta, the Champion of Paldea, smiled calmly at her opponent across the battlefield.

Her challenger wore a flowing blue cloak over a long matching dress. With her long blue hair and elegant presence, she carried herself with a confident and refined air.

"My, the match has reached its climax!" Geeta said with admiration. "You've truly impressed me. To push me this far is no small feat. But I'm thrilled the Paldea region is home to such remarkable talent. Come! Defeat me, and the title of Champion will be yours!"

Only one Pokémon remained on each side.

Facing Geeta, the woman grinned back with excitement.

"It's rare to find a battle like this," she said, her eyes gleaming with intensity. "But I am Clair! The world's strongest Dragon-type trainer! No matter who I'm up against, I give it everything I've got! Go, Dragonite!"

With a determined look, Clair hurled the Poké Ball in her hand.

A flash of white light burst forth, and a powerful Dragonite—clearly trained with great care—landed gracefully on the battlefield.

"Dragonite… That Pokémon brings back memories of an old acquaintance," Geeta mused aloud with a nostalgic smile.

For a brief moment, Naoki's face flashed through her mind.

She couldn't help but tease, "Even though that guy caught a whole flock of Dragonite, he hardly ever lets them battle. Instead, they're always off delivering goods around the world."

Clair blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the comment.

But Geeta didn't elaborate further. With a warm smile, she called out her final Pokémon.

"In that case, I'll go all out too! Let's do this—Glimmora!"

A brilliant beam of light revealed a striking Pokémon shaped like a crystal bloom, with deep sapphire petals that shimmered like gemstones under the stadium lights.

Facing Dragonite, Glimmora took its position with quiet poise.

The battlefield trembled under the weight of expectation as the two final Pokémon faced off.

On one side stood Dragonite, wings flared and eyes burning with fierce determination. On the opposite side, Glimmora hovered elegantly, crystalline petals unfolding like a radiant bloom, pulsating with toxic energy.

Geeta adjusted her stance, eyes sharp. "Glimmora, Toxic Spikes—now!"

With a crystalline hum, Glimmora spun midair. From its petals, sharp purple needles rained down onto the battlefield, embedding themselves into the ground. A subtle shimmer of poison coated the field like invisible landmines.

Clair smirked. "As expected from Paldea's Champion... but I came prepared. Dragonite—Hurricane!"

Dragonite rose with a powerful flap of its wings. A roaring vortex of wind formed above the battlefield, swirling with incredible force before descending upon Glimmora like a wrathful storm god.

"Brace yourself and counter with Power Gem!" Geeta shouted.

Glimmora floated gracefully, gathering energy into a brilliant sphere of light. Just as Hurricane struck, it launched the Power Gem directly into the eye of the storm.

The two attacks collided midair with an earth-shaking BOOM. Dust and light burst outward, showering the battlefield in glittering fragments.

As the air cleared, both Pokémon remained standing—but it was clear neither had escaped unscathed.

Clair narrowed her eyes. "Let's raise the stakes. Dragonite—Dragon Dance!"

Dragonite's body glowed with a mystical red aura as it moved in a rhythmic dance, increasing its speed and attack power in a breathtaking flourish.

Geeta's voice cut through the crowd's cheering. "Don't give it room to breathe. Mortal Spin!"

Glimmora's body spun rapidly, releasing a spiraling wave of toxins that swept across the arena, dispelling Dragonite's buffing aura and clearing the field of any lingering hazards on Geeta's side.

Dragonite hissed as the poison dug into its scales. It landed heavily, wings twitching.

Clair snapped her fingers. "Then let's finish this—Outrage!"

With a roar that shook the stands, Dragonite lunged forward, eyes glowing with wild energy. It became a blur of orange fury, slamming into Glimmora with raw, dragon-fueled power.

"Endure it—then Dazzling Gleam, point blank!" Geeta commanded.

As Dragonite pounded into Glimmora again and again, the crystalline Pokémon shimmered with radiant light. Then, with a blinding flash, it unleashed a burst of Fairy-type energy directly into Dragonite's chest.

Dragonite was flung backward across the battlefield, skidding hard against the tiles. Both Pokémon were breathing heavily now—each bruised, scarred, and refusing to fall.

Clair's gaze sharpened. "Finish it. Draco Meteor!"

A fiery glow ignited in Dragonite's throat. The sky above darkened. Molten orbs of draconic energy spiraled upward—then rained down in a spectacular barrage.

"Glimmora—use Rock Polish and weave through the gaps!" Geeta barked.

Glimmora zipped with unnatural speed, twisting through the gaps between meteors, evading the full brunt of the assault. But a single stray meteor caught its side, sending it tumbling to the ground with a crash.

Smoke filled the battlefield.

Silence fell.

Geeta waited, poised.

Then… the light around Glimmora faded.

The referee raised his flag and blew the whistle sharply. "Glimmora is unable to battle! The winner of this match is the challenger, Clair from the Johto region!"

Clair accepted the outcome with a composed nod. She wasn't particularly surprised.

She glanced down at her Rotom Phone, which had just updated with her new status.

Now, she was officially qualified to challenge the most mysterious and powerful trainer in the Paldea region.

Across the field, Geeta showed no signs of frustration at the loss.

She clasped her hands together and smiled warmly. "Congratulations, Clair. You've successfully cleared the Champion Trial of the Paldea region. From this moment forward, you are officially recognized as a Champion-level trainer."

Clair hesitated.

Though she appreciated the honor, she had no intention of joining the Paldea League. After all, she was the heir to the Dragon Clan and the Gym Leader of Blackthorn City in Johto.

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So instead of responding right away, she simply looked at Geeta in silence.

After a moment, she gently shook her head.

Geeta understood instantly.

Though she was a little disappointed, she didn't push further. Instead, she offered a sincere smile and said, "The Paldea League will always welcome you."

...

After leaving the Paldea League headquarters, Clair took out her Rotom Phone and dialed her cousin Lance.

The call connected quickly, and Lance's firm, chiseled features appeared on the screen. His signature red cloak wasn't visible—he was dressed in more casual dark gear.

"What's up?" Lance asked. His tone was low—he was currently on an undercover mission. A Kanto League investigation had discovered a potential Team Rocket base, and Lance was planning to infiltrate it by going in disguise.

Clair answered calmly, "I've earned all eight badges from the Paldea League, cleared the Champion Challenge, and now… I'm officially qualified to challenge him."

"I see," Lance replied, his eyes narrowing. Memories flashed through his mind—specifically, that battle years ago during the Unova banquet. He fell silent for a moment, then warned, "He's powerful. It's not just his mastery of Dragon-types—you should expect versatility across all kinds of Pokémon. But you need to be especially wary of his Dragonite and its Thunderstorm tactic."

Clair's expression shifted.

Lance continued, "For most Dragonite, this strategy is pretty basic. It uses Rain Dance to increase Thunder's accuracy. But his Dragonite… It's different. It doesn't just 'use' weather—it commands it. It creates storms almost instantly, twisting the entire field into its domain."

"The moment the battle starts, he seizes the weather advantage—and never lets go. You'll watch helplessly as a violent storm erupts over the arena, and suddenly, his Dragonite's Thunder becomes inescapable."

Clair stared at the screen in disbelief. "Seriously? That intense?"

Lance nodded grimly. "Do you know what it's like to be caught in a typhoon? That's what his Dragonite brings to the field."

Clair knew all too well. Before her Dragonair evolved into a Dragonite, it had trained within typhoon conditions to build endurance and power.

But Dragonite actually creating those conditions with its wings?

Even Lance couldn't do that.

Clair's expression turned grave, a ripple of shock running through her.

Just how powerful was that Dragonite?

And more terrifying still—there wasn't just one.

She remembered clearly the scene at his ranch... there were several Dragonite roaming freely.

At this point, the so-called "true Dragon Sanctuary" might actually be his ranch.

She couldn't help but think—if that mysterious trainer had any lineage or clan, they might've stolen the spotlight from the Dragon Clan itself.

They'd be the real Dragon Royalty, and the rest of us would be cheap imitations.

Sensing her unease, Lance tried to reassure her. "Still... facing him might be exactly the kind of battle you need."

Clair shook off the thoughts swirling in her mind and said firmly, "Understood."

After ending the call, Lance resumed his mission, swiftly infiltrating the Rocket base through a ventilation duct, his Dragonite gliding silently beside him.

Meanwhile, Clair took one of Paldea's locally famous transport options—the Squawkabilly Flying Taxi—and headed toward her destination: Kosaji Town.

The vibrant green Squawkabilly flapped steadily through the clear blue skies. Puffy white clouds drifted lazily above, casting soft shadows over the land below.

Clair leaned against the window of the hovering carriage, watching the scenery pass in silence. For once, her typically sharp gaze softened.

The sky here is so blue... and everything feels so calm.

Compared to her home in the Johto region, Paldea felt like a paradise. No Team Rocket. No criminal syndicates. No underground Pokémon hunting rings. Just peace.

Throughout her journey in Paldea, she hadn't encountered a single trace of malicious activity.

If only Johto could be like this, she mused wistfully.

Her eyes slowly fluttered shut, the soothing rhythm of flight lulling her into a rare, peaceful nap.

By the time she opened her eyes again, the Squawkabilly taxi had begun to descend. The driver, a cheery man in a flight vest, turned back with a friendly smile.

"Miss, we've arrived in Kosaji Town! Please remember to take your belongings before disembarking!"

Clair gave a small nod of thanks and stepped down from the carriage.

Before her stretched a picturesque seaside town, its charm accentuated by the salty breeze and rhythmic waves crashing nearby.

Of course, if it weren't for the numerous construction sites and cranes dotting the skyline, it would have looked like a perfect postcard.

Still, it was clear to Clair that Kosaji Town was growing rapidly.

Give it a few more years, she thought, and this small town might just evolve into a bustling, modern city.

Pulling out her Rotom Phone, Clair tapped open the map. Surprisingly, Naoki Ranch didn't show up on the official navigation data.

Frowning, she put the phone away and decided to ask a local.

"Excuse me, sir," she said, approaching an elderly man resting on a bench. "Would you happen to know how to get to Naoki Ranch?"

The man's eyes lit up with a broad, toothy grin.

"Naoki Ranch? You heading there to find Naoki too?"

Clair blinked. "Oh? Has someone else gone to see him recently?"

"Of course!" the old man chuckled heartily. "Naoki Ranch is quite the local treasure! That young man Naoki's a legendary trainer around here. And let me tell you, the Moomoo Milk and Life Gogoat Milk from his ranch? Best you'll ever taste! They even ship it all the way to Hoenn!"

Clair was slightly taken aback but managed to smile politely. "I see… Could you tell me how to get there?"

"Ah, easy!" the man said, pointing toward a distant trail. "Just head out of town on that country road. Keep walking until the road ends—you'll find the ranch right there!"

"Thank you very much," Clair said with a respectful nod.

Waving goodbye, she turned to go, already reaching for one of the Poké Balls at her waist.

With a flash of white light, a Dragonite appeared on the path ahead.

Clair swung up onto its back in one smooth motion, pointed ahead, and said firmly, "Dragonite, that way!"

"Awoo!" Dragonite nodded with enthusiasm, then beat its powerful wings and surged forward through the open skies.

As the cozy seaside town of Kosaji gradually shrank behind them, a lush forest and rolling grassland came into view. Stretching across the horizon, nestled at the end of the winding road, was a sprawling estate.

Clair's eyes lit up.

That must be Naoki's Ranch.

But just then, the Dragonite beneath her suddenly tensed, its body growing alert as it slowed its pace.

"Hm?" Clair furrowed her brows. "What's wrong?"

Before her Dragonite could react, a rush of wind swept past overhead, strong enough to lift her cloak and send it fluttering wildly.

Clair glanced up—and froze.

A flock of Dragonite soared above her in perfect formation!

Each Dragonite wore matching gear: small messenger bags strapped around their necks and snug aviator goggles resting above their eyes. They looked less like wild Pokémon and more like a highly organized delivery crew.

The sight took Clair completely off guard.

Dragonite. So many Dragonite!

The airborne team clearly noticed her and began descending in a synchronized swoop, circling around her and her own Dragonite mid-air.

Clair found herself surrounded by dozens of curious, chubby Dragonite with wide, intelligent eyes. Some tilted their heads. Others blinked curiously at the unfamiliar Dragonite carrying a rider.

A few even scratched their heads with stubby claws, puzzled—this Dragonite wasn't part of their group on Dragonite Island.

"Awoo" "Where did this one come from?"

Clair instinctively tightened her grip on her Dragonite's back, her eyes darting across the skies in disbelief.

"So many…" she whispered in awe.