CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 22: Queens And Servants (Patreon)

Last time: Hanzo and Maddox made it out of their trial, victorious. However, Hanzo is not quite as pleased as he could be... he and Cole have to have a 'talk'.

warnings/content: Just the tip and Cole being a simp lol

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“Wonderful! You see, there’s still a lot of potential in your Pokémon! You are doing very well, Hanzo! I am sure your father will be proud! Why don’t you take tomorrow off to rest and recuperate before I tell you about the last trial!”

Honestly, Hanzo is quite thankful for the reprieve, as short as it might be. While he had not been the one running the whole way, once he has dropped Maddox off at the Pokémon Center, he suddenly felt absolutely exhausted, enough so that he rode back to his hotel room on King, just holding on to fists full of his fiery mane which was a weird experience in and off itself.

He’s pretty sure he fell asleep alone, with Lúcio probably out and about after congratulating him with a big hug back at Mister Wilhelm’s mansion, but once he starts to come back to himself in the early afternoon, he can feel a heavy arm around his middle and hear the bassy cadence of a snore behind him.

Hanzo stiffens, slowly moving his head to stare at the arm around his hip; it’s not difficult to spot who it belongs to, once he sees the thick fur on it.

He narrows his eyes and pulls himself out of Cassidy’s embrace, taking care to dig his elbow into his side much harder than he would have needed to. It has the desired effect of waking him up which he does with a chortle, blinking blearily up at Hanzo, then around.

At least he has the decency to look vaguely embarrassed and doesn’t ask any idiotic questions as he slowly sits up as well while rubbing his side.

“How did you get in here?” Hanzo asks icily. He can’t say that he is too thrilled but… it would also be a lie to say that he wasn’t pleased about the fact that the stinky cowboy had made an obvious effort to stay close to him.

Cole scratches through his beard, quickly averting his gaze when he sees the look on Hanzo’s face; much like a submissive dog would.

“Well, Lúcio let me in,” he drawls. “Guess he had pity on me.”

Hanzo clicks his tongue. “He shouldn’t have. It’s your fault in the first place.”

“Aw come on, babydoll. I said I’m sorry, didn’t I? They weren’t doin’ it on purpose, I promise. They were just happy t’ be back together, ya know? Overeager.”

Hanzo clicks his tongue again, but he can already feel his resolve crumbling in the face of Cole’s hangdog expression. He briefly looks him up and down.

“Overeager, huh… much like their master, then.” He stands up to be out of Cole’s range once his words register. He knows enough about him by now to know that if he feels the slightest chance he will reach out and grab him.

Cole’s expression starts to relax a little when he realizes that the situation might not be as dire as he had feared it would be. He slides closer to the edge of the bed until he can swing his legs over it. Perched there, he reaches out for Hanzo just as he had thought he would, trying to grab him by the hips.

“Ya know we only mean well,” he croons.

Hanzo takes a step back to keep out of his reach, though not by much; just enough to make it impossible for Cole to grab him.

“So you thought getting into my room without permission and going to sleep behind me would be a good idea to make up for it?” he asks half incredulous, half amused.

Cole looks torn for a moment before he replies sheepishly: “Well ya did look mighty comfy on there…”

Hanzo scoffs but he does step closer, slapping Cole’s hands away as they immediately come up to touch. He lightly kicks at his ankles to make him spread his legs further so he can step between his knees and grab a fist full of his beard, holding his head right where he wants it to be.

Cole goes very still then, his gaze turning a bit weary as he watches Hanzo, apparently unsure what would be in store for him now.

“You are an ill-trained mutt, Cole Cassidy,” Hanzo tells him succinctly. “You only obey your body’s instincts… like that uselessly big cock of yours.”

He moves closer, putting his knee right against the apex of Cassidy’s thighs. He can see his dark pupils constricting into pinpricks. Close as he is, he can see flecks of a brighter, almost gold color in Cole’s dark irises. His knee is so close to the oaf’s cock, he can feel the heat it is emitting.

Every time he tries to wrap his head around the fact that he’s had that thing down his throat, something in him balks and insists that that surely couldn’t be true.

“You shouldn’t listen to a dumb, good-for-nothing thing like that, you know. All it wants is to bury inside me, right? Didn’t work out for you so far…”

Cole’s mouth opens slightly but instead of saying anything, he just exhales roughly. His expression slowly changes from weary to turned on which doesn’t surprise Hanzo in the least. Of course he would be turned on, the idiot… eagerly taking whatever Hanzo dishes out in the vain hope that he’ll get a bit of sugar.

Hmmm…

Hanzo shifts forward, putting his face close to Cassidy’s, knee starting to press against that big dumb cock he’s been talking about. He breathes against his open mouth, feeling the heat of his body and smelling his skin. His fingers become a little gentler in the other’s beard as his resolve crumbles somewhat and he murmurs: “The next time one of your Pokémon attack one of mine, I will castrate you.”

Cole swallows thickly, his fingers twitching in Hanzo’s peripheral but he doesn’t fight the harsh words, only nods slightly to not pull too harsh on his own beard.

“D-Duly noted.”

“Hm.” Hanzo pulls back a little once more without giving Cole the kiss he’s been expecting. The sound the oaf makes is close to that of a small, kicked puppy. He has his back curled to accommodate Hanzo’s tight grip on his beard, looking up at him from that position. His willingness to let Hanzo do whatever he pleases to him is… addicting, in a way.

Hanzo licks his lips and slowly lets go of him. Telling him a curt ‘don’t move’, he goes toward the door of his hotel room and puts out a do not disturb sign, then additionally locks the door from the inside.

He doesn’t want an audience right now; not even Lúcio. All he wants is to play alone with Cole and maybe get some of that tension out.

The big idiot looks all too eager once Hanzo turns to look at him. He nearly falls over his own big feet when he orders him to strip, getting up and pulling his flannel off without bothering to open the buttons.

Hanzo just waits where he is. There is something weirdly sensual about seeing Cole’s naked body. He’s so different from Hanzo… big and bronze skinned and hairy. The jiggle of his biceps as he hectically rips around at his gaudy belt is hypnotizing.

He’s so unselfconscious about getting naked for Hanzo, all too eager to show himself off.

His cock is already fattening up for him. Even surrounded by the wild bush of pubes it looks… intimidating in a way. Long and girthy and ugh- Hanzo remembers all of a sudden all too well how heavy it had felt against his tongue. How wide it had spread his lips.

His insides tingle in anticipation, belly curled into a nice, tight spiral that feels ready to snap and unfurl at just the slightest bit of provocation. He reaches for his own shirt but is not as quick as Cole to rip it off. He opens button after button nice and slow. The sound the Champion makes is just as delicious as his whimper from before.

“Why don’t ya let me help ya, babydoll?” His drawl sounds even more pronounced than usual. He is reaching for his dick, giving himself a few good pumps. Hanzo is distracted from telling him off by the sight of his foreskin rolling back and exposing his glans every now and then.

He is, in his own right, very beautiful… though Hanzo would rather bite off his own tongue than to admit that out loud. It wouldn’t do to let Cole think that he had any sway over him.

“Stay right where you are. I don’t need help with anything from you.” The words sound colder than he meant for but Cassidy does not look put out at all. He just nods along eagerly, staying on his spot as if fused with the ground, not taking his eyes off of him.

It’s clear what he thinks will happen now… Hanzo is excited for the moment when he realizes that things won’t go as planned.

He is slowly stroking that big useless cock of his. So… so useless… Hanzo finds himself staring, not only at the dick so proudly presented to him but also the thick hirsute thighs. Everything on Cole was so… sturdy… like he could really fuck and make Hanzo feel it.

The thought is infinitely exciting. Hanzo can feel a tingle from the soles of his feet going up his legs and focusing at the base of his cock.

Since he has been sleeping, he’s just wearing some loose sweatpants in which he is hooking his thumbs, pulling down a little just to see how Cassidy leans forward, anticipation thick in his posture.

“Stay where you are,” Hanzo reminds him, his own voice gone raspy. He slowly licks his upper lip, then orders: “Sit down. Be a good boy.”

Cole sits without looking behind him. It’s a good thing he was still standing by the bed. His mouth is hanging slightly open; he had been staring at Hanzo’s chest for the longest time but now he’s zeroed in on his hands, watching them with painful anticipation as Hanzo keeps his thumbs hooked in the waistband.

He pulls them out, lips twitching as he both sees and hears Cassidy roughly breathing out.

“Babydoll…” he tries his luck. Hanzo can easily imagine him having gotten his way many times over simply by crooning a name and looking like a kicked puppy. How many pity fucks did this oaf worm his way into? The thought is… weirdly exciting to him.

“Stay there,” he orders yet again as he moves into the bathroom. A moment later he comes back out, a bottle of slick clutched in his hand. Cole’s face upon seeing it lights up immediately. He looks so damn happy, the thought of how crushed he’ll be once he figures out what’s going to happen gives Hanzo a rush of pleasure that is downright painful. The spiral in his abdomen is wound so tight that it borders on a tummy ache.

He licks his upper lip again, grabbing a chair and dragging it closer.

Cole whines like a dog, leaning forward, elbows planted on his knees as he croons at him: “Aw come on babydoll… ya don’t need to play games with me… I’m already good to go; bet ya got the prettiest li’l snatch-”

Hanzo snorts despite the heat crawling up the back of his neck. The way Cassidy says this he must actually think that it is a sweet little nothing or something. His voice makes it almost sound like it too, but the lewdness does not get past Hanzo. He clicks his tongue at him and mutters: “Be quiet, or we’ll stop this altogether. Play along or don’t play at all.”

Cole audibly snaps his mouth closed. He looks pained but desperately excited.

He finally gets naked, cock betraying his excitement with how flushed and eager it is. He can hear Cole’s sharp inhale but, like a good boy, he remains silent, watching intently as Hanzo puts one foot up on the chair to open himself up for his view. It’s embarrassing… but not as embarrassing as some of the things that Mister Rutledge had made him do.

He has a very captivated audience with Cassidy, that is for sure. As he slicks up his fingers and reaches between his legs, slowly starting to round his hole with them, Cole groans as if in pain and puts his head back, staring at the ceiling, throat bobbing. Gathering himself. Hanzo has to look away from him as well. He can feel sweat starting to prickle all over his body, cock becoming wet enough at the tip that he has to swipe up the drop lest it fall on the chair.

It’s embarrassing and exciting to push his fingers into himself while he’s being stared at. He is breathing harshly through his mouth but it is almost not enough to drown out the slick sound of his finger slip-sliding through his channel.

Of course Cassidy wouldn’t be able to keep from talking forever. He’s bouncing one knee like an addict craving a rush and rasps: “C’mon babydoll… I can help you with that. I’ll be real gentle like; only do what ya want.”

Hmmmn he’s starting to learn… but Hanzo only peers at him quietly while he keeps preparing himself, eyes flicking down to Cassidy’s cock, the tip an angry purple now. He wants it so badly… Hanzo almost feels bad for what he’s about to do to him.

Almost.

In actuality, the desperation he is sure will be on Cole’s face is already getting him hornier by the second. He wants to see it. He wants to hear him groan and moan and beg. He wants to feel his strong body trembling beneath him with the effort to keep himself in check.

Hanzo becomes impatient and pulls his fingers out, straightening up. The slick feeling between his cheeks is making his heart pump faster.

In moments he has crossed the room toward Cole and is grabbing him by the shoulders, letting him put his hands around his waist if only to let him steady him as he climbs up onto his lap.

The heat is radiating off of him. He pushes close, pressing his cock and belly against Cole’s front to feel their skin touching. It’s an electrifying sensation, supported by the raspy groan coming from Cassidy as he slowly lets go of Hanzo’s waist and instead curls his arms around him in a bear hug, face buried between his pectorals where his beard scratching against him is getting his skin pink and very sensitive.

On a long, pained-sounding groan he says: “I’ve been dreaming about this moment…”

Hanzo’s lips twitch. He puts his arms loosely over Cassidy’s shoulders and lightly scratches through the thick hair on the back of his head. “I bet you did…”

“Gonna treat you so well, babydoll,” Cole promises in a low croon, one arm loosening the tight bear hug around him so he can reach down and drag his thick fingers over Hanzo’s slick wet hole before he can tell him off.

His breath hitches as he feels the calluses on Cole’s fingers dragging nice and slow against his sensitive skin. Even through the slick they seem to just catch against everything, leaving Hanzo with his back arched as arousal spreads through his body.

It’s… different, somehow, from being horny. He’s been plenty horny in his life despite what his brother might be very quick to tell anybody he comes across – but this is different. It’s deeper and more devastating, in some way. Cole gently shoves two thick fingers into him, slowly pistoning them while crooning sweet nothings at Hanzo, and all he can do is breathe through the intense arousal being stoked by the simple action.

Clutched against the oaf, there is nowhere to really go other than kneel and feel him gently fuck him on his fingers, resolve starting to slowly crumble away while he wonders how wonderful it would feel to have that big dick slip-sliding against the insides of his thighs, slowly spearing into him deeper and deeper and deeper-

“Here… let me help you,” Cassidy murmurs, his deep voice rumbling through Hanzo now that he is pressed against him. The fingers leave him on a nice warm slide and after a cheeky tug against his rim before he feels himself guided downward to take a seat on those thickly muscled thighs he had been, well… admiring earlier.

Instead of sitting on them quite yet, though, he can feel the swollen crown of Cassidy’s cock pressing against his hole. Heart beating faster, he can feel his muscles wanting to get nice and loose so he can simply sit down and enjoy the very thing he had been fantasizing about just now… but he wouldn’t be him if he weren’t insanely stubborn, so he stops scratching the back of Cole’s head and instead clenches his fingers around a crude fist full of his mane, pulling his head back sharply while resisting his gently urge to spread himself further on his dick.

“W-what-”

“Easy now,” Hanzo breathes against Cole’s chin. “You’re not in charge here… or did you forget? Did you think you had any say in the matter whether I sit on your idiotic big cock?”

Cole shudders. Hanzo can almost feel the goosebumps pebbling his skin. They’re chest on chest, Cassidy’s fur scratching against his pectorals with every of the Champion’s haggard breaths.

“W-what are you talking about?” he tries again, voice gone soft and wheedling. “Don’t you want it?”

“What I want is that you stay nice and still and let me do what I want,” Hanzo says in a low voice. He is rapidly regaining his footing once the first onslaught of sensation has died down and he can better comprehend what he is feeling. “I think your Pokémon being such brats is your fault. Because you are untrained.” He pulls a little on the hair in his grip just to watch Cole’s cheek jump in mild pain. “So we’re going to get to it. I will teach you some manners and restraint.”

“D-Didn’t you test me enough?” Cole somehow gets out past panting like the dog he is.

Hanzo clicks his tongue and slowly begins to lower himself again, his heartbeat speeding up as he feels Cole’s crown slowly starting to breach him again, stretching him nice and steady. He tries his hardest not to sound too out of breath when he tells him, muttering against the unkempt beard on his chin: “That was just the beginning… lets see how you do with this.”

There’s a spark of pleasure pain when he is stretched around the widest part of Cassidy’s tip; a couple delicious, long seconds before finally the whole thing pops past his nervously grasping rim, leaving him filled with just the tip of Cole’s stupid big cock.

Honestly, the desire to simply sit down and spear himself on the whole thing is… it’s pretty overwhelming, but he breathes through it just as well. In a way, this is not only a challenge for Cassidy… it is also for him.

He would never have anticipated just how badly he’d want this man to split him in half on that massive bull cock he has. Hanzo licks his lips a few times. He blinks his eyes open and stares down into Cole’s face, slack in rapture.

It takes him a while apparently to register that Hanzo is not moving and that he has only popped the crown of his dick into his body. He blinks his eyes open, big hands slowly moving to curl around Hanzo’s ankles, holding on to something because it’s either that or grabbing Hanzo’s hips and holding him steady while he slams up into him like a young colt.

At least that is Hanzo’s impression which gives him a hot prickle of arousal just behind his navel.

“W-What?” the Champion mutters, his tongue apparently heavy in his mouth.

Hanzo waits until their gazes meet before he very deliberately begins to move up again, pulling Cassidy’s tip out of himself. The added sensation of the fat ridge having to pop out of his sphincter muscles is sending waves of mind numbing pleasure up his spine.

When his hole begins to mouth desperately at the very tip of his crown, he waits just a few moments longer to make it hurt for the both of them before he begins to lower himself yet again, hips slowly rotating when the sheer girth of the cock is starting to get him antsy.

Cole gurgles something. His hands have slowly tightened on Hanzo’s ankles to the point of pain but he can’t make himself admonish him for it: he looks so desperate and on the verge of tears when it finally sinks in what Hanzo is doing to him.

Hanzo is breathing hot and moist against Cassidy’s chin, lips pressing against it every now and then as he slowly gets a rhythm going… moving just enough to pop the massive glans in and out of his body while his cock smears copious amounts of pre-cum against Cole’s belly and solar plexus. It would be embarrassing if he had any capacity to feel embarrassed.

All he feels right now is the growing need to properly spear himself on Cassidy’s cock until he can taste it in the back of his mouth. His fingers are mean in his hair but Cole doesn’t make a sound of protest; maybe he hopes that if he stays very still and quiet, Hanzo will forget about being a mean little bitch and just let him thrust in like he’s wanted to do for the longest time now.

His hips keep twitching forward, mindlessly trying to rub his cock against Cassidy’s rough hide and pretend like his strength isn’t quickly running out on him, but he must have started making soft whimpering noises or some such because Cole manages to uncurl his fingers from around Hanzo’s ankles and instead grabs him by the hips to pause his steady up-and-down motion.

They’re both panting, sweat glistening in the dips of their collarbones. The balcony doors are far open but it feels like a bubble of heat has formed around the both of them.

“L-Let me,” he begs, his lovely deep voice gone rough with desperation. “Please… please let me.”

Hanzo leans back as far as he can. His thighs are screaming, especially after the long days of sitting on that infernal bike. He licks his lips, watching Cole from beneath lowered eyelids.

“I don’t know… can I trust you to behave yourself? I don’t think you want to find out what happens if you don’t…” Once again he tightens his grip in Cole’s hair, the playfulness leaving his voice as he tells him seriously: “It won’t be fun.”

He doesn’t know if Cole quite grasps what he means but he is nodding quite emphatically, his arms again curling around Hanzo’s ribs to hug him, a little gentler than before.

“I’ll be good,” he promises in a low, earnest drawl. Hanzo… trusts him, so he does not fight it when the big oaf starts to rearrange them until Hanzo can stretch out on the bed with a sigh, resting his overworked muscles with Cassidy at his back; a large, hairy beast exuding waves of heat in his excitement.

His cock slips between Hanzo’s thighs and he thinks at first that it is just an accident, but realizes after the second thrust that Cassidy just needs to take the edge off a bit… or might have gotten lost in the feeling altogether.

He is just about to reprimand him when he pulls back enough for his slick tip to nestle once more between Hanzo’s cheeks, nosing right up against his hole.

On his gasped exhale, Cole pushes in. True to his word, he stops just when the wide ridge finally pops into Hanzo, holding eerily still and just breathing in hot puffs against his neck. It’s a completely different sensation now that he doesn’t have to do anything but lie there and lift his upper leg up a little to give him more room.

He could absolutely get used to this… Not doing a thing and letting Cassidy service him…

When he starts to get impatient, he reaches back, lightly slapping Cole’s hip with his open palm a few times.

“Go on…” his voice has gone raspy, the coil in his abdomen wound so tight that it makes him borderline aggressive. He wants the pressure to finally release so bad that he has to force himself not to reach down and grab his sticky, overeager cock.

Cole makes a sound like a dying whale and after a moment of struggle does make himself pull back and out of Hanzo. He doesn’t stay outside for as long as he stayed inside, though – he pushes back in almost immediately as if chasing the heat of Hanzo’s body.

Maybe he is. Well… he very likely is. He has stopped talking and is just breathing in harsh chuffs that ruffle the little hairs on the back of Hanzo’s neck; just one more point of sensation that makes him want to push Cole on his back and sit on that stupid big cock of his.

When he came up with this little idea he had not thought that it would become this hard for him to behave himself… Has he become that much of a degenerate? Maybe Cole and his constant needy horniness has started rubbing off on him… oh, that wouldn’t do at all…

In… and out… in… and out… Cole has begun making a rough little sound like a sob whenever he pops that thick ridge into Hanzo. His hand is on his hip, fingers five distinct points of contact pressing into his skin and holding him absolutely still. It makes him think that he wants him to grab even harder… make him bruise so he has something to remember him by once he inevitably leaves the Island and continues on his journey-

“F-Fu… Damn-” Cole gasps. His hairy chest is now pressing against Hanzo’s shoulderblades, driving him wild even more as he thinks about how good that coarse hair would feel dragging against his nipples… “Please… please, I can’t… I need to…”

Hanzo reaches back, grabbing Cole’s thigh. He can feel the thick muscles jumping every time he fucks just the tip into him. By now his body has somewhat grown accustomed to the intrusion as well; relaxed and welcoming, which is in a way worse than the constant struggle from the beginning. It would make it so much easier to just urge him deeper inside…

The spiral in his abdomen suddenly snaps. Liquid heat spreads through his belly and down his legs, eyes rolling into his skull. He’s not orgasming… except that he is. It feels like it even though his dick is undecided, not yet pumping out ribbons of cum.

His hole keeps clenching around Cole’s cock. Behind him he sounds like he’s about to choke on his own tongue. Maybe it is pity or maybe it is because of the intense sensations his body is going through, but he finds himself gasping: “C-Come inside me. You can… you can come inside-”

Hanzo’s nails dig into Cole’s skin, irrationally afraid that he will take it as the go-ahead to just fuck deeper… but he doesn’t, though he sounds like he’s dying because of it. What he does do is shimmy his hips, fucking Hanzo on what feels like just a few millimeter as he rocks back and forth and presses his forehead against Hanzo’s shoulder.

It doesn’t take him long at all to shoot his load. His fingertips are pressing painfully into Hanzo’s skin; five points of extreme pressure that just edge him further along the fine line of orgasm. When he feels the wet load beginning to fill him, he finally lets go as well, cock twitching wildly, pumping out cum without having to be touched.

At some point it occurs to him that he is not breathing, so he takes in a wheezing, long gasp.

Absolute… insanity.

He couldn’t say what happens in the next minutes, but it ends with them in much the same position, Cole at his back, his arm now thrown across Hanzo’s waist, limp and satiated despite the fact that he didn’t quite get what he had been hoping for.

Hanzo finds himself idly touching the scars on his forearm, fingers trying to follow any which pattern but unable to really find one. They feel both slick and rough. He has no idea what he’s touching, if he is being honest. He hasn’t really dared to ask since Cole confronted him with it so nonchalant way back when they first met in Viridian Forest.

Part of him wants to ask about them, but part of him also doesn’t. It is not his place, after all. He has the nagging feeling that they are related to his Pokémon’s death, which gives him all other kinds of conflicting feelings.

When his idly questing fingers finally come down to Cassidy’s hand, he feels it turn underneath him, grasping his fingers and lifting their hands up and behind his head until he can feel a lightly scratchy kiss pressed against his knuckles. Afterward, Cole brings their arms back into their previous positions. He doesn’t say a word.

The gesture was so effortlessly… lovable that it constricts Hanzo’s throat, keeping him unable to talk until the moment passes… as well as his need to make a snide comment and potentially ruin the very enjoyable aftermath of their little tryst.

Only once he hears the rumbling snore of Cassidy behind him, does he close his eyes and relax into the bed as well for a much needed sleep.

.oOo.

When two days later he stands once again in front of Mister Wilhelm, Hanzo still has trouble fully focusing on what the man is saying because his hole is tender from letting Cassidy put just the tip of his stupid big dick in, and his hip is blue from the grip of his paws.

He finds himself pressing against it every now and then just to let the dull ache flare up a little bit. It’s almost… comforting.

“...and he seemed very pleased about your progress! As well he should!”

Hanzo inhales sharply and forces himself to finally pay attention. He frowns up at the huge man, trying to keep his posture carefully relaxed.

“My father? Are you sure?”

“Of course I am!”

Mister Wilhelm puts his large hands on Hanzo’s shoulders with enough oomph to nearly bring him to his knees. “He was tremendously pleased!”

Hanzo… does not know what to think of that. Can he trust those words? He does not know why Mister Wilhelm would lie but he also has trouble imagining his father being pleased by anything.

Maybe he still felt… embarrassed about the fact that Hanzo saw him with Mister Rutledge. He had tried to forget about that particular video call but honestly it is impossible. It keeps him awake to think what, if anything, Rutledge has told his father about Hanzo’s time with him…

“Are you feeling well, Hanzo?”

He blinks a few times and peers up at the giant of a man standing over him. He clears his throat and nods.

“Ah… yes. Yes, I am. My apologies for worrying you.”

Mister Wilhelm looks unconvinced. He briefly peers between Hanzo and Cole before getting a weirdly knowing expression that Hanzo does not like one bit.

However, his next words distract him from that: “Well then… as for your last trial… I assume it will be the most difficult. I would like to see you work with your Salandit.”

Hanzo can feel a fist in his stomach tightening up. He is not surprised in the least but he had hoped it wouldn’t come to this even so.

Mister Wilhelm’s face creases, the always present grin dimming before vanishing completely.

“Ah… that is not a promising reaction.”

He briefly glances toward Lúcio and Cole before clapping his hand on Hanzo’s shoulder and leading him away to the side so they can speak more privately.

“A trainer should not be afraid of his own Pokémon, Hanzo.”

Hanzo immediately bristles. “I am not afraid.”

“You are apprehensive, though, yes?”

Hanzo falls quiet at that. He can’t deny it… but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

“She is a fierce little thing, no doubt… she will only become more so the stronger she gets. I fear for your safety if she were to evolve.”

Hanzo frowns, slowly crossing his arms in front of his chest as he looks up at Mister Wilhelm, quietly waiting for what he tries to tell him.

“How about this: if you and your Salandit can’t master the trial, I will take her off your hands. For both your safety and peace of mind. I am sure I can make a wonderful Pokémon out of her.”