Even famous Pokemon trainers need to take the train. At least, that’s what he told himself every time he was on one. He thought he should have a private car, but the championship private circuit wouldn’t pay for more than the train. It made him angry. He had the most powerful Pokemon the world had ever seen, and here he was, on the train with all these normal people!

He called forth two Pokemon: floating psyduck and bulbasaur. This would give him a little more of the ease due his expertise. He let them clear some space among the other passengers, and once he had his choice of seat, he set them to training.

He trained his Pokemon hard. No pulling blows, no holding back, and no mercy when one was wounded. They had to take their lumps if they were going to overcome them. That’s how he had learned, when he was young. That was the way to get tough enough for a world that didn’t care about you.

Superman called out for him to stop, but then Superman’s Dad made him guard the jail. The Pokemon trainer just smiled. Even Superman couldn’t stop him from being the best.