You and your Ivysaur have known each other for a while, now. The two of you are both training to cut trees down for lumber. The both of you chop away, you with you axe, he with his leaves. Ivysaur is able to carry the cut down trees himself with hardly any effort with his Vine Whip. His immense strength comes both from his training, and from the move Growth, which normally just powers up his Grass-type abilities, but today, something different than usual will happen...
"Alright, Ivysaur, use Growth!" you say. Ivysaur's leaves and bud glow, but unlike usual, it spreads throughout his whole body. All he can say is, "Saur..." as he grows...
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