The First Months

They had won, and in that moment Amor assumed that they would be released from this dimension, that was usually how it worked, but this time it would seem that his assumption was wrong. A problem had arisen they were going to have to find a way out of here, and he couldn't take his suit off in front of these people who didn't know about him. Amor frowned as he simply vanished from the site of the battle with his Golurk, using Phantom Force. Appearing in an alleyway he saw a door, and he walked into it, and immediately took his suit off. As the few who had seen him take this thing off would know, Amor only wore his underwear while in his cyber suit. So he was effectively naked at the moment, and that posed another problem as he returned his Golurk.

His suit looked like a statue, and he realized that he had made his way into an armory of some sort, and that was when he heard a loud voice.

"OI! What the feck are you doing in here dressed in nothing!" The loud yelling caught him off guard as he looked back to see a stout man behind a counter. His hair was a deep crimson color, and he was balding on top. The man was built like a barrel, and Amor immediately thought he looked like a dwarf from a fantasy world, but he quickly dismissed that thought.

"Ah you see, erm well....I...." He floundered for words, but none came to mind.

"Ye run around in that tin can? But ye can't have a decent pair of clothes on standby? Worthless..." the old man rolled his eyes, and vanished into a door, and came out, throwing a set of clothes on the floor in front of him. "Yer gonna work yer ass for those. Now put em on, I'm tired of lookin at ya!" He bellowed, and Amor immediately got dressed, not use to being treated like a child.

The old man didn't question him about the suit, and simply told him to put in the storage in the back, and it was on that day, that Amor became apprenticed Leif Ironson. In this world with no major technological advances, he still had the ability to create, and so he was taught blacksmithing.

When other people from Hoenn asked him when he got there, he just laughed, and said he arrived at the same time as the rest of them....Which wasn't technically a lie....

The First Year

Amor often thought of Elise Calcifet hoping that she was okay where ever she was. In this world he put his sketching skills to use, and managed to paint a picture of her that he kept in his room above the forge shop. It was all he had left, until he could get back to her.

Despite working for Leif for a year, he was still considered an apprentice, and Leif refused to sell anything that he made calling it "Salvage Crap" at best. It was infuriating to always have his hard work talked down to by him, but that only served to make him work harder. Often when he forged he was shirtless, and he was no longer ashamed by the vast array of scars on his body. Leif had told him that they were marks of a warrior, and should be proudly displayed. So Amor usually walked around the city like that since his clothes were usually covered in soot, or some other forging refuse.

The people of Hammerlocke know of him as Leif's apprentice, when he goes around doing errands for his master. The children all try to play with his hair, and ask him when he is going to become a fully fledged blacksmith. Sometimes he even plays with them with his Pokemon out, but the life of an apprentice is busy. And Amor hates being bested by anyone, even Leif....

So he continues to forge ahead. There are some of the women who try to court him, or seduce him but they are let down in as gentle of a way as he can. Giving the appearance that he only has eyes for the forge.

So he works day in, and day out, perfecting his new craft in this strange, and wonderous land.

The Third Year

Leif has upgraded from calling his works from "Salvagable Crap" to just "Crap" which might not sound better, but from that bitter old man, Amor was over the moon at the compliment. In fact he was so overjoyed at first, that Leif hit him over the head with a hammer to get him to calm down, and called him an idiot. All that mattered was that Amor was over the moon, and he skipped around town that day. For those that were on monster patrol duty had grown to know him well since he helped fix their gear, and even had managed to get Leif to sell a few of his wares to them.

If they passed that old mans inspection then nothing could go wrong in Amors mind.

He had learned some basic jewelcrafting from one of the local shops to supplement his blacksmithing to make some decorative pieces for Zev Harcourt , and kyle lopez the two kings. It was for a crafting competition that was held during one of the many festivals the city had. Amor meanwhile had the same daily routine, he would wake up, stair up at the painting he had made while he ate. Then go shopping for Leif in the morning, before going to the forge, and starting his day.

Business was booming since everyone needed their gear repaired, or new stuff made.

The Fifth Year

Leif wasn't looking so well, in the past two years his health had started to take a turn, and Amor was becoming more responsible for the orders coming through. It wasn't anything that he couldn't handle, but he made sure to contact the healers daily to look after him. His work had upgraded from Leif calling it to "Crap" to "It's still crap, but you can sell it..." Which only made Amor more worried as he watched his teachers health degrade.

Leif wasn't able to make it to the shop everyday, and so he entrusted Amor to run things on those days, and there was a pit in his stomach each day the old man couldn't make it. So to ease the tension he continued to forge, and he was becoming incredibly competent at it. His skills had drastically improved since the first day when Leif caught him almost buck naked in his shop. Business was still good, even in this world, Amor didn't want for anything.

There were days when he helped defend the town, but he never donned his Cybersuit, it's power had long run out, and there wasn't a way to recharge it in this world. So he kept it hidden away so that his past as a Rocket could never be found. Those lines were long since gone. League, Rocket....In this world none of that mattered, and this is what he had talked about with Elinor Anderson once long ago....Both sides were wrong, it was only when they could unite like this, that true peace could be found. How ironic was that it only took everyone being held captive in an alternate dimension for that dream to become a reality.

Such things felt so long ago, and he frowned. Every day he tinkered alone in the shop. Doing as he had done in Hoenn, trying to find a way to breach dimensions. So far everything he had tried had failed, he didn't have enough power.

Mega Evolution, Terastallization, even the collision of those powers against a Z-Move....It all failed to give the result he wanted. Every failure broke a little more of him, and with Leif's health. Amor felt the pressure. He wanted to fix it all, it was the same issue he always had. His biggest problem is that he couldn't fix everything no matter how hard he tried, and it was killing him.

How long would he be stuck here? What about Walter? Adontis? The rest of his dragons....Would he ever see them again?

The Seventh Year

Amor stood in front of a fresh grave, the ceremony had ended an hour ago, and he stared at the headstone. The emblem of the Ironson family emblazoned upon. In his grip the finest sword he had ever made, so much so that many said he had finally reached Leif's level, or even surpassed it, but they didn't know. They didn't know how it killed him to be compared to a man so great that he seemed to blot out the sun. A man who had found a stranger in his shop seven years ago, and took him under his wing without hesitation. Gave him a place to stay, food to eat, and taught him everything he could about his craft, and never asking for anything in return.

Amor's heart broke as he knelt down, and placed the sword across the headstone. The tears fell freely.

"Thanks old man...."

Just before his illness had taken him he had paid Amor his first ever genuine compliment and that was when he knew things were bad. Amor had panicked. He called both the doctor, and apothecary, and demanded that they do everything in their power to fix him. He was outraged when Leif sent them away.

"What is your problem! LET THEM TREAT YOU!" Amor had screamed at the old man in a fury so pure that even Draco was put off by it. Amor had lost so much already. His old life, Elise Calcifet , he had lost it all. Even that life had been filled with loss, his parents, Vivienne, he couldn't lose anything else.

"Lad....cough....There ain't nothin they can do fer me....I know what ye've gone through, it took ye a while, but you finally told me....I know it's gonna be hard for ye. I ain't never had a kid fore. Yer a pain in the arse I'll tell ya, but I taught ye everythin ye need ta know. So stop makin crap, and keep my shop goin after I'm gone, ye hear?" The old man chastised him.

Amor just shook, this was to much for him, and so he just let out an angry "augh" sound. He was in his mid thirties now, and he still sounded like a petulant child.

"I had a wife once to y'know....I'd like to see her again, so quit bein selfish, and let an old man rest, ya brat!" Leif scolded him again, and wacked Amor with a hammer, before sending him away.

Then came the day, and Amor had found his will, and he followed it to the letter. He made sure Leif was buried next to his wife, and it also left all of Leifs assets to the silver haired man....It was frustrating, and he felt his heart crumble.

The shop was closed for a week after that. Amor was depressed, he couldn't bring himself to walk into that building without breaking down, but eventually he heard the old man nagging him in the back of his mind. Telling him that he was wasting his gift, and so Amor eventually went back to work. He was quiet, a bit reclusive. Still he did his morning routine, and he got visitors of all kinds, the shop was still open. Amor however felt alone.

The Tenth Year

It had taken the better part of a year, but Amor had finally gotten out of his depression following Leifs death. Every morning he would go visit the old mans grave, and tell him about everything that was going on, new techniques he learned, or a piece he had just made. It helped, he hoped that the old man could hear him, and if he could he figured he'd be yelling at him that he didn't need to know about each detail.

Amor liked to think that he was happy with his wife in the afterlife. After finding a portrait of her, he painted a new picture, and hung it in his room alongside the one he had of Elise Calcifet . It was Leif, and his wife looking out over a sunset together, and that helped him get over it. Amor didn't feel so alone.

Then the attack came, and it was all hands on deck, so they fought against the Black Knight, the thing that had caused all of this, and despite the casualties they had managed to secure victory. Though there were scraps of it's, armor?, left behind. So Amor gathered up all of these black fragments, and did what Blacksmiths do best. He began to forge, it was a piece for himself, it was a simple glaive. And it was then that he realized that this black metal was unique since after a few days of him wielding it, it let loose an attack filled with draconic energy. It was an attack he recognized. Glaive Rush....

When word of this got out a few other people came to him to have weapons of their own forged.

The first he forged was a Lance belonging to Mirabella Fontaine . He explained to her that the metal was unique, and it would respond to her will, her desire, and it would manifest a power matching that.

The second piece he forged was for the city healer El Sunderland . They had done their best to try, and keep Leif comfortable during his final days, and even trying to cure him. So it was the least he could do to repay that kindness. Staves were a new territory for him, but he managed to make one in the semblance of a monks purifying staff for them. Complete with the six rings that clattered when you struck the ground. Telling them the same thing he had with Mirabella Fontaine that the metal would respond to their will, and to be patient.

The next one he made was a unique design, for mint frost . It was a series of concentric circles with a gem in the center, and filigree around the edges. The detail work was the most time consuming but he was up to the task. When it eventually came to life in mint frost 's hands he was surprised to see that it floated around him, but Amor just warned him to be careful with it. Whether that was heeded, or not he didn't know.

There were undoubtedly others that he forged, and when his work was done he visited Leif's grave again, and told him about the metal, and how it made essentially magic weapons.

"Honestly you'd probably crap your pants if you saw some of these things in action. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, but I like to believe in what you taught me. I just hope people use them responsibly....Though for what is coming I think we're gonna need them...." Came the soft sigh. "I'll see you tomorrow old man...." And so he went home for the night.

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TLDR
Amor becomes a Blacksmith apprentice
Amor tries to find ways back home, and fails.
Leif dies.
Amor becomes a Master Blacksmith
Amor forges himself a Glaive with the power of Glaive Rush!
Amor forges weapons for Mirabella Fontaine , mint frost , El Sunderland , and anyone else that wants him to, just make note of it in your post for me!

This world is many things to many people. It is a stage on which they all dance. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget. That first night, after the battle, they celebrate him like he’s some kind of hero. All he did was swing his sword around. He climbs to the city walls, leaning his katana over his shoulder, looking up at the moon.[break]
It’s quiet, and reflective. Eventually, someone drags him against his will down to the celebration. That first night, he thinks this is all a dream, a short-lived fantasy. This is enough, right? They can wake up the hero with this. They’ll go to sleep here and wake up back in Hoenn. It’ll be back to business as usual.[break]
The next morning, he’s still in Galar. Pushing himself up, chasing away his hangover with bread and water, he realizes he’s here for the long haul. They’re lost in a dream of another life. He sees the writing on the wall. Many take to this illusion, this dream. They become different people. The skin’s the same, but they’re different. They have to be, to survive.[break]
Something’s waiting for them, an existential threat that means to kill them. He wonders if it’s walking amongst their bodies right now, wondering who to bargain with, biding its time. Maybe it has fled. All he knows is that he must kill that creature. He must be strong. He has to grow, hone his skills. He has to protect Yumi Hasegawa from what’s coming.[break]
So, he trains. Day in, day out. He does not lose himself to the fantasy. Every day is real to him, every day matters. Every day is met with a determination of steel. He starts with his Pokemon. Having never cared much for them, or thought much of their existence, he takes the time to get to know them. So many of the trainers around him seem to have whole armies of the things.[break]
When you’re one person, what good is one thousand blades? Better to hone but a few. Polish them, turn their edge into something sharp enough to cut a god. He remembers the name given to their Spectra team. Godkiller.[break]
Hitoshi trains to kill gods. Civilians, creatures of the dream, ask to join him. Not caring, he allows them. Some keep up. Many don’t. Hitoshi finds most of them to be inadequate training partners. Little by little, they improve. He’s pressed into service by Cillian Quinn and Tempest Quinn . He serves them, but he prefers the title of samurai to knight.[break]
“I’ll kill whatever you need me to kill.” He says in a voice deeper than before. His voice is more even, clear. His amber eyes are sharp, focused on this world. He has been planted in one place and forced to truly know this place.[break]
“But I’m doing it for Yumi. Your dream’s going to end. And when it does, I’m going to kill the thing waiting for us.”[break]
He allows himself to be wielded by them. When they want him to explore the depths and kill the monsters that dwell beneath their feet, he does so. Hitoshi throws himself into every battle like a fanatic. Anyone who cares to notice can tell his bladework is improving. His coordination with his Pokemon improves. He comes to understand his place – a distraction at best, a nuisance at worst. Many a creature is felled when it turns to swat him away, only to be met by Jubei’s bitter blade, Tokugawa’s kowtow cleave, or any of the other tricks his Pokemon have.[break]
Yumi is on his mind every day. He thinks about her kindness. He thinks about her smile. This dog possesses no capacity for delusion. He is no one’s servant, no one’s sword, no one’s dog save her.[break]
Each year, he celebrates his birthday and hers. He holds onto those memories. He resolves to keep his promise to the king, to herald the dawn, and then go back to her. A man has to keep his promises, or so the samurai films tell him.[break]
He’s ten years older before he knows it. The militia of this city is well-trained, oiled. They know how to fight. He’s done that for them.[break][break]
When the Black Knight attacks, he thinks it just might be over. Maybe this battle will be the one that sends him back to Yumi and the true target he must slay. This one delusion dies with the retreat of the Black Knight. Just another in a series of battles.[break]
From the remnants of its body, Hitoshi has a katana forged. In the eyes of a certain famous swordsmith, it would just be another failure. An aggressive blade, red. Thirsting for blood. Scalding. A bitter blade he names after the swordsmith Muramasa.[break]
“Just hold on, Yumi.” He prays, surrounded by cheering men. “I’ll be back soon.”

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Raikiri's charge was blistering fast, but not uncontrollable... at least, not until El Sunderland 's HELPING HAND. The poison-type's efforts raised the thundercat's speed to unprecedented levels that caused physical pain for even the Gym Leader, perhaps the second fastest Pokémon rider in the world. Second only to the Peacemaker, Eva Morales . As awesome of an experience as riding Rayquaza was, it was one for which his body would never forgive him if repeated.

At last, the grip of speed paralysis left Josh, leaving him in a blissful state from feeling the tail end of an adrenaline rush not unlike what he experienced riding on Raikou's back. While it wasn't the finishing blow, it was one of the most significant, if not the most significant, against the Galarian legendary. This was definitive proof of what kyle lopez , FERNANDO SILPH , dahlia goode , and many others had been trying to teach Josh:

"You don't need a legendary Pokémon to defeat a legendary Pokémon."

- The First Year -

The threat of Dynamax Pokémon causing the complete destruction of Hammerlocke, Josh's new home, was a call to duty for the Mauville Gym Leader. Whenever there was an attack, he was on the front lines alongside his friends (and enemies that had allied with him out of necessity). In times of relative peace, he would offer his services as a bodyguard and sword arm to those exploring the caves and extracting DYNITE ORE.

In between operations, he would attempt to raise the citizens' morale with a little friendly competition: introducing the sport of Pokémon Racing. While it would only be temporary, it would provide a distraction that he hoped would keep the city's morale high. In particular, it would be awe-inspiring to watch his Zeraora zip around Hammerlocke as a whole, even Hammerlocke Stadium too small for the electric-type to truly showcase the speed he was known for.

During evenings, Josh would write back to absalom steel , sharing how much he missed Hoenn, his Gym, and his other Pokémon. On the positive, he detailed his victory against the Galarian legendary, and how he got to spend time with kyle lopez 's Raikou.

- The Tenth Year -

While Josh was still in great physical shape, his limits were beginning to show. They were limits his SYGNA SUIT could suppress, whether his Manectric was present or not, but those limits were still there. By now, Josh almost always wore his suit when on a mission for the King, kyle lopez . Under the royal's guidance, Josh became a KNIGHT of the Royal Guard, subject to the monarchs' whims. He could not be a knight without a blade hinging on his expertise. With a shard of BLACK METAL the Necrozma left behind, he was referred to Amor Rose to craft a weapon only fitting of someone with the title Master of Faster:

The LIGHTNING SWORD.

A replica of the blade the Hero of Johto wielded (at least, as he understood the myth of his homeland), the edges of the blade's business end danced with electricity. Its lightning bolt shape made him look like he was wielding the power of an electric deity. With every slash came an ELECTRO BALL from the blade's tip, Through experimentation, he would discover that the potency of the ELECTRO BALL was tied not to his own speed, but the speed of his mount. There was only one logical conclusion.

Any day his services were not needed and kyle lopez was available to help him, Josh would borrow the ruler's ASHEN RAIKOU, sit astride the Beast's thundercloud, and practice mounted combat with the very god of speed he once obsessed over. The euphoria he experienced summoned one of his last remaining memories of Hoenn, and the only mental thread that tied him to his old identity of Mauville's Gym Leader.

With every slash of his sword, an ELECTRO BALL flew outward, colliding with its target faster than the blink of an eye. There were times when Josh simply left his sword sheathed and pushed the Raikou to EXTREME SPEED, his suit the difference maker in letting him maintain some motor control despite riding at speeds better expressed as a factor of Mach.

Toward the end of his training session, Josh saw how devastating his sword's Electro Ball was when used alongside Extreme Speed. This knowledge would prove critical in the final battle to come...