This choice: Charmander! Plump up the wimp! • Go Back...Chapter #3The Mysterious Academy... by: Unknown Charmander gazed up nervously at the huge door, shifting his red mawashi into a more comfortable position, and hoping to well up enough courage to knock it. Batting away the butterflies in his stomach, he commited the action, and waited breathlessly for an answer.
Ever since he discovered his passion for sumo wrestling, Charmander had been reading up on its background and techniques. As he had absorbed all of the information, he eventually concluded that he wanted to become one himself, so with only a recently bought mawashi and some currency hidden on his person, he began to explore the area for sumo schools.
The search was more difficult than expected, since there were no said institution where Charmander lived. He expanded his exploration outside the town limits and after much asking and eavesdropping, he learned of a sumo academy in a secluded part of the continent that's rarely heard about. It's seclusion worried Charmander, for schools like those rarely enrolled everyone that just walked up to their doors and asked to be emitted in.
He waited nervously, bouncing on one foot to the other, until a slide slot was opened to reveal a pair of narrowed red eyes.
"What is it?" a growling voice demanded. "What do you want?"
Charmander jumped and began shaking, watching those scary eyes warily.
"Um...sir." he meeped. "I was wondering...I am sure you wouldn't accept...but..."
"Just spit it out!"
"C-can I join your school and...b-become a sumo wrestler?" he finished.
Charmander felt the eyes taking in every detail of his person in the long silence that followed. Finally, the doors slowly squealed open.
"Come in." the voice simply stated.
Charmander complied, adjusting his mawashi quickly as he entered. When the doors shut, darkness descended and he shuddered as a very large presence made itself known beside him.
"Follow me."
Their trek onward was silent as Charmander's eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. He failed, but that didn't stop him from attempting to swinging his glance around everywhere they went. Eventually, a metal door came into view and the presence waved a hand towards it.
"Go in there and wait until someone call you."
As the door closed behind him, the fire Pokemon examined the room. It was arena sized, with square padding covering its surface and a lone seat standing in the middle of the area. Glancing around, he took his seat and was startled as the chair shrunk to accommodate his size. Charmander then eyed the large television screen facing him and waited nervously for something to happen.
After what felt like an eternity, the screen flickered on and revealed a large figure obscured by shadows observing the newcomer with oddly green eyes.
"Hello there." the figure said.
"Um. Hello." Charmander greeted back.
The eyes stared at him for a while.
"What is your purpose here?"
"To-to become a sumo wrestler."
"And why would you want to?" the figure asked.
"Because, uh, it looked like fun when I looked it up and I wanted to try it out." Charmander answered.
"To try it out." the figure repeated. "Tell me, do you understand the implications of entering to this school?"
"Um..."
"When you vow to enroll here, it's a permanent process. Whatever action we'll apply to you will leave an eternal effect upon you and your body. It's not something to back out of. To do so and to cheat on your stay here will yield a punishment that you must fore take for years before you see the light of day again. Are you sure you want to enroll here? Think over this for ten minutes and be prepared for an answer."
The screen shut off and stayed off until the ten minutes passed, where Charmander arrived carefully made his final decision.
"I thought about the risks and still want to come. I will do anything to get in."
"Good. Are there any people who will miss you on the outside?"
Not really." Charmander admitted. "I only have distant connections and they probably forget about me in a short while anyway."
"Okay. Is there anything that you should tell me about yourself?" the figure asked. "Anything about you yourself that could interfere with your sumo training here?"
Charmander though it over and then shifted embarrassedly in his seat. "Well...this might annoy the others...but I always been a bit gassy. I can hold it in for a while, but if I'm not paying attention to it at times I...let it out."
The figure seemed amused. "Oh really? Well don't worry about that? That won't be a problem here? In fact, it might become a asset to you."
Charmander looked confused. "What? What do you mean by that?"
As soon as he finished asking this, a slot opened and two pairs of pills sprung up.
"Take those pills." the figure told him. "They are there to control your gas and drool troubles. And...to increase it." The last sentence had a mischievous edge to it.
"Huh? Why would I want to increase it? Shouldn't I try to avoid such embarrassing things like that?"
The figure laughed. “Listen here. While such actions might not be politically correct in the outside world, the same doesn't hold here. It's even encouraged. So, will you take the pills or not. Oh and don't worry. If you start um...having side effects, then ignore them. No matter how major or large they may happen, they won't threaten your life.”
Charmander gazed at the pills dubiously, then shrugged. Popping them into his mouth, he waited for them to take effect. As he waited, he felt his saliva glands begin begin producing more drool than usual and a tightness began to occur in his stomach. It was uncertain whether the gas and liquid would escape his body or be trapped inside him as they began to multiply.
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