Tyranitar

Instead of retreating to their tents like they had in previous nights, they both lay down on their blankets, gazing at the vast starry sky above. Neither of them spoke of it directly, but they both knew—their journey together was coming to an end. Travelers always face farewells. Both Larry and Menchi were aware of this truth, and despite only knowing each other for less than a week, they had shared experiences that would leave a lasting impact.

As they lay side by side under the stars, they reminisced and shared their dreams. Menchi talked about her childhood—growing up in a small village nestled deep in the mountains, surrounded by wild game and the natural beauty of the world. Her village survived by hunting, and she had learned tracking and hunting techniques at an early age.

Larry listened intently, drawing parallels between her and Gon—endlessly curious about the world around her, yet entirely devoted to the pursuit of gourmet excellence. From hunting common beasts as a child to handling rare, high-class ingredients, Menchi's passion had grown stronger over time. It was clear to Larry—she wasn't just talented; she was born for this.

In turn, Larry spoke about his own goals—how he wanted to travel freely, experiencing different cultures and indulging in the world's most delicious foods. He even mentioned the Dark Continent, his eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought of venturing into the unknown. For Larry it's more than just exploring the mystery. Since the author never wrote it, he might as well go check it with his own eyes. Under the flickering light of the campfire, his profile appeared calm, yet his deep-set eyes revealed an adventurer's longing. "One day... I'll go there." Larry's words, spoken so casually, left a deep impression on Menchi. 

That night, conversation flowed naturally between them, as if there were endless things to talk about. They chatted until exhaustion finally took them into sleep.

Time passed on, at undisclosed city Airport Terminal. Standing near the boarding gate, Larry smiled as he waved at Menchi. "Well, this is it. Hope your next food venture goes well," he said casually.

Menchi adjusted her backpack, her expression soft but determined. "Thanks, Larry. And remember, I owe you a trip to the Gourmet Paradise."

Larry grinned. "Looking forward to it." After an entire week spent together in the harsh desert, the moment of departure felt strangely quiet.

Menchi was heading to her next destination in search of more rare ingredients, while Larry planned to stick around the Gordeau Desert a little longer—his Pokémon progress bar still had room to fill. As Menchi boarded the airship, Larry watched her until she disappeared from view, then stretched lazily. "Finally... a real hotel bed," he muttered to himself, heading off toward the city.

Seated by the window of the airship, Menchi gazed out at the vast sky filled with white clouds. Despite their parting, she felt confident that their paths would cross again. Deep down, she wanted to ask Larry if he would consider being her food-hunting partner. But in the end, she decided against it. 'It's too soon to bring that up... I'll just wait for the right time.' With a small smile, she closed her eyes and relaxed as the airship soared toward her next adventure.

A month had passed since Larry sent Menchi off at the airport. The vast expanse of Gordeau Desert stretched endlessly under the moonlight, a barren, silent wasteland. The only source of light was the moon, casting its silvery glow over the dunes. Larry stood alone, excitement brimming in his eyes. After more than a month of waiting, the Pokémon progress bar in his mind had finally reached its end.

Ever since Menchi's departure, Larry had remained in Mardiya City, avoiding any further desert treks. His experience with the Pale Fang Scorpion had drained his enthusiasm for wandering through endless dunes with nothing but sand for company. The monotony of it all had been mind-numbing.

Instead of traveling to other cities, he chose to stay put, enjoying the city's comforts while letting time take its course. However, his patience was about to pay off. The completion of the progress bar also confirmed something for him—Pokémon don't necessarily need to be bred at the exact center of an environment. Had that been the case, he would have been deep in the heart of Gordeau Desert instead of comfortably waiting in the outskirts. Now, another question lingered in his mind—'What type of Pokémon would be born from such an environment?' Considering the desert terrain, Larry guessed it would likely be a Ground-type or Rock-type Pokémon.

"Pokémon successfully bred!" The moment the notification sounded, a blinding white light erupted from a small sand dune in front of him.

Larry's heart pounded with anticipation as the light wriggled and expanded, slowly taking shape. Countless Pokémon silhouettes flashed through his mind. 'Could it be Onix? Flygon? Or maybe...' 

Before he could speculate further, the sand around him began to stir violently. A fierce whirlwind formed at the center of the light, lifting grains of sand into the air and swirling them into a raging sandstorm. The storm intensified, spreading outward in a wide radius, engulfing everything in its path. Larry's eyes widened in realization. "This... this is a Sand Stream ability!"

There were only a handful of Pokémon capable of summoning a sandstorm upon appearance. The sheer size of the swirling light, combined with the rising intensity of the storm, left him with only one possible conclusion. 'Could it really be...?!' As if answering his thoughts, the white light suddenly burst apart, revealing a towering figure within.

"ROARRR!!" A deep, earth-shaking roar echoed through the desert, vibrating the very air around him. The Pokémon that emerged stood tall, its dark green armor-like body gleaming under the moonlight with a metallic sheen. Its massive, tank-like frame exuded raw power and authority.

Sharp, jagged spikes jutted from its back, and its crimson eyes gleamed with a terrifying intensity. The thick smoke it exhaled hinted at the overwhelming strength contained within. It looked every bit like the Godzilla of the Pokémon world—majestic, imposing, and undeniably dominant. Larry's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Tyranitar!" He could hardly contain his grin. This was exactly the Pokémon he had been hoping for.

Compared to other potential Pokémon like Onix or Flygon, Tyranitar stood in a league of its own—an absolute powerhouse. Larry had always been a fan of using Tyranitar in sandstorm teams back when he played competitively. For him, no other Pokémon could match the sheer presence and raw power of Tyranitar. It was one of the few non-Dragon pseudo-legendary Pokémon, sharing the honor only with Metagross. While many trainers obsessed over Dragon-types, Larry always believed in Tyranitar's unmatched potential.

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Species: Tyranitar

Type: [Data Unavailable]

Ability: [Data Unavailable]

Strength Rank: A-

Known Moves: Tackle (Additional data unavailable)

Description: Data insufficient. Further observation required to unlock full entry.

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'A-tier strength right off the bat?!' Both Gardevoir and Gengar had only reached A-tier strength after months of training and evolution, yet Tyranitar had been born at this level without any enhancement.