Natsume placed the withdrawn Squirtle into the fish tank.
Then, he tucked Eevee into its cat bed, making sure the blanket was snug.
"Eevee…"
In its sleep, Eevee stretched out a paw in dissatisfaction and kicked the blanket off again.
Natsume chuckled softly.
"Goodnight."
He turned off the lights, and in the dim room, Haunter's excited figure slowly materialized.
"Let's go, keep it quiet. Don't wake them."
"Haunter!"
A soft click echoed as the door was locked.
In the silent room, a series of bubbles rose from the fish tank.
Inside the turtle shell, a pair of eyes glowed with an eerie light.
"Squirtle."
Squirtle slowly climbed out of the fish tank, opened Natsume's laptop, and typed in the password: Sakurajima Mai. With a grin, it plugged in the beige USB drive.
"Squirtle…"
Watching the move tutorial, Squirtle nodded repeatedly, deep in thought.
If this is going to be my secret weapon, I can't let the Natsume find out.
The ultimate move that even my allies don't know about—that's the most reliable move!
Suddenly, its Aura sent a warning, and Squirtle felt a surge of danger.
It stiffly turned its head.
In the darkness, a small Eevee was staring at it with bright, gleaming eyes.
"Squirtle!!"
Squirtle's heart sank.
My secret training has been discovered by Eevee!
"Eevee?" Eevee stepped closer to Squirtle.
Squirtle gritted its teeth and pointed at the video.
"Squirtle? (??▽??)" (Want to train together?)
Eevee paused, then surprisingly nodded, its eyes filled with determination.
For Trainer… I must become stronger!
...
Tokyo's night was dazzlingly bright.
The Magnemite at the city's large power plant provided clean energy, and their wages were used to pay the electricity bills…
Hmm… something feels off about this.
But this was just part of humans and Pokémon living together.
Natsume bought Haunter some grilled squid skewers and then headed to {Bull Club}.
Even at night, there were plenty of people training.
But as soon as Haunter arrived, it immediately showed off its status as a coach.
"Ah, Coach Haunter, you're here!" the receptionist said sweetly.
"Haunter!" Haunter adjusted its sunglasses and casually pointed to the keys hanging on the wall.
"Got it, here's the key to Field 7. Take care of it!"
Natsume's expression turned odd.
Why does it feel like… you're more familiar with this place than I am?
Are you training me, or am I training you?
Nanami, wearing a cap and tight pants, was about to greet Haunter when the receptionist stopped her.
"Coach Nanami," the receptionist said seriously, "the challengers from other clubs are already here… If we lose again, we might have to shut down!"
Training club licenses were hard to come by, and the application process was strict.
While malicious challenges were banned by the Association, clubs could still challenge each other.
Each month, there were challenge quotas, and if a club lost too badly, they risked having their license revoked.
And {Bull Club} had been losing for several months in a row…
Nanami scoffed, "I don't think the owner even cares. Might as well close up shop."
"We can't do that! If we close, I'll be out of a job again!"
The receptionist's eyes welled up with tears.
Nanami grumbled, "Anyway, the manager already quit… After dealing with this, I'm out too!"
The receptionist let out a long sigh.
"If only Coach Haunter… would agree to fight…"
...
"Is this the training ground?"
Natsume looked around. "Seems the same as last time."
"Haunter!"
Haunter floated over to a vending machine, reached through the glass, and pulled out two bottles of cola.
"Haunter?" Haunter cheerfully handed one to Natsume.
Natsume took it with a strange expression.
Maybe before we leave… I can get Haunter to grab a couple more bottles for the road?
Natsume shook off the dangerous thought and cleared his throat.
"Let's start training."
Natsume was clueless about training.
He was only here because he had promised Haunter.
But Haunter was a pro at training!
Haunter gave Natsume a disdainful look, then began gathering venom to practice Venoshock…
Watching Haunter's熟练的动作, Natsume-sensei felt a pang of exhaustion.
I really just wanted to coast through life…
But are my Pokémon too good at this?
Natsume sat on the stands, resting his chin on his hands, quietly watching Haunter train.
With the help of Koga's Toxic Manuscript and the coordination of the Toxic Orb, Haunter's progress in Toxic Shock was nothing short of remarkable.
Purple venom gathered at its fingertips, and with a flick, the toxin shot toward the target.
Sizzle!
The target immediately began to emit white smoke!
Natsume's heart tightened.
Why does it feel like the danger level of being a Trainer keeps increasing?!
"Haunter! o(*≧▽≦)ツ"
Haunter burst into laughter, thrilled with its first successful attempt.
Natsume was slightly stunned.
Who did you inherit this shameless personality from?
But even Natsume was surprised by the progress…
Natsume-sensei stroked his chin and patted his own shoulder. "As expected of you, a training genius!"
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed.
The receptionist rushed into the training room, tears in her eyes.
"Coach Haunter! You're the only one who can fight for our club now!"
"Please, you have to step up!"
Natsume & Haunter: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
This plot sounds familiar…
But why is the savior not me, but freaking Haunter?!
Natsume blinked. "Actually, I'm the…"
The receptionist grabbed Haunter's hand.
"No time to explain, come with me!"
Haunter was dragged away.
Natsume stood frozen, his mind racing.
Hmm… it seems Haunter has pretty good control over its toxins.
At least I don't have to worry about safety for now.
But shouldn't I be the one giving orders?
The opponent seems strong, and Haunter might get hurt.
Natsume-sensei jogged after them.
"Wait for me, Haunter! I'm here to back you up!"
...
The challengers were from {Stag Club}.
As foreign coaches, these muscular men struck bodybuilding poses, showing off.
Daisuke, wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses, laughed exaggeratedly.
"Hi, is there no one else? So disappointing!"
Nanami, who had been wanting to switch jobs, slammed the table.
"Come on, one more win, and this club is done for!"
Daisuke paused.
Why does it feel like… you want this club to fail more than we do?
Just then, the receptionist rushed in with Haunter.
"We made it, just in time!"
Daisuke glanced over and shook Natsume's hand.
"You must be the coach, nice to meet you."
Natsume scratched his head with a smile. "Sorry, I'm just here as a spectator."
"Then who's accepting the challenge…?"
"Haunter! (￣▽￣)／"
It's me, Haunter!
Daisuke's expression turned strange.
This handsome guy isn't the coach, but Haunter is?
Are you messing with me?
"Enough talk."
Feeling insulted, Daisuke sneered. "We'll settle this in the arena!"
The receptionist nervously stepped up to the microphone to commentate.
"U-um, next up is Haunter versus Daisuke in a one-on-one battle."
"Let the battle begin!"
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