Chapter 11: Energy Blocks
Chapter 11: Energy Blocks
Kanto Region, Vermilion City.
Deep underground in a secret base.
A middle-aged man with a cold, stern gaze walked step by step toward his seat. Behind him stood numerous researchers in white lab coats and subordinates with their hands clasped behind their backs, standing like soldiers.
In the past, these people would look at the middle-aged man with unrestrained fervor and admiration. But today, there was a hint of something strange in their eyes.
The reason?
The middle-aged man was wearing an apron over his black suit, the kind typically worn by housewives. It clashed severely with his demeanor and the environment of the base.
However, the man seemed not to care much about this. He loosened his collar with one hand, twisting his neck slightly. Nonchalantly, he removed the apron and tossed it aside, revealing a fiery red "R" on his left chest.
As he sat down at the table, a lazy, affectionate meow echoed through the room.
"Meow—"
The Persian lying by the chair immediately leaned against the man, who naturally placed his hand on its head, gently stroking it. The Persian purred contentedly.
After sitting, the man's gaze swept over the dozens of researchers in white coats before him. His voice was calm as he spoke.
"Report."
A single word made the entire room fall into an oppressive silence. The researchers exchanged nervous glances, beads of sweat slowly sliding down their foreheads.
The man didn't continue speaking. Instead, he continued to stroke the Persian, silently watching them. Sometimes, the pressure of unspoken words was even more intense.
The Persian's presence added to this pressure. It seemed docile, but its cold, icy gaze sent shivers down their spines. It was as if a simple gesture from the man would turn it into a ferocious tiger, ready to pounce.
Under the immense pressure, the lead researcher finally wiped his forehead and stepped forward to explain.
"Boss, its metrics are all normal. In fact, its mind has become more active and orderly than before."
"Hmm?"
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, leaning forward. "Go on."
The lead researcher took a deep breath and, with a determined look, continued.
"In other words, this... this cooking..."
He cautiously glanced at the man sitting in the shadows, the man whose mere footstep could shake the entire underground world of Kanto and Johto.
To be honest, if it were before, he wouldn't have believed that the man would actually try cooking, no matter the situation—cough, cough.
He went on.
"It greatly stabilized its previously chaotic thoughts and emotions, which is very beneficial for it."
"Is that so?"
The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and leaned back in his chair.
"Then, the new island we discovered should be handled by it."
"Yes, sir!"
Three days later.
Kanaz Pokemon Academy.
Training Room.
"Take a break."
Jing He said to Gastly.
"Gastly~~"
Hearing this, Gastly let out a long sigh, glancing at the scattered balls on the floor. It quickly floated back to Jing He, adopting a pitiful expression and circling around him.
From Gastly's perspective: I've been so good, shouldn't I get a reward?
From Jing He's perspective: Hmm, I underestimated Gastly's stamina. I should increase the training intensity next time.
For the entire morning, Gastly had been engaged in a training exercise called "Dodge Ball." The task was to dodge balls shot from machines. It seemed simple, but with multiple machines firing at different times, directions, and angles, it was a complex challenge.
By the end of the morning, Gastly was thoroughly exhausted.
Fortunately, Gastly is a Pokemon known for its speed, and it performed exceptionally well during this training session.
Jing He took out the food he had prepared in advance.
Two deep purple, translucent energy cubes that emitted a faint, sweet aroma.
Gastly's eyes lit up instantly.
"Kyaah!!"
"Wait! Don't jump on me! The gas is toxic! No!"
One minute later.
"Kyaah kyaah~~"
Gastly, satisfied, held the two energy cubes and began munching on them. It looked at Jing He, who was slightly disheveled and fixing his clothes, with a mischievous smile.
Gotcha!
|·'-')
Jing He was gradually getting used to Gastly's playful pranks and mischief.
He let out a long breath he had been holding.
'For Pokemon, ordinary food is enough to meet their daily needs, but for battles and training, only high-energy foods like energy cubes can provide them with sufficient sustenance.'
This was why, after the first day of training Gastly, he immediately spent a significant amount of money to buy energy cubes.
The ones Gastly was eating now were intermediate-level energy cubes suitable for Ghost-type Pokemon, each costing fifty League dollars, which was quite expensive.
His salary wasn't bad, after all. He was a mentor at the most famous Pokemon Academy in the Hoenn region, and the benefits were quite good.
However, despite its small, light frame, Gastly's appetite was much larger than he had anticipated!
But, to be fair, with the energy cubes supplementing its stamina, Gastly's training efficiency had indeed improved significantly.
Jing He couldn't help but sigh that being a Trainer was indeed a profession that required a lot of money.
"Kyaah?"
While eating the energy cubes, Gastly noticed that Jing He was staring at his phone, occasionally frowning. It cautiously approached him.
Seeing the dense text on the phone, Gastly immediately felt overwhelmed.
It preferred videos and pictures over text.
But as Jing He continued scrolling, Gastly saw images it liked—energy cubes!
"Kyaah?"
Jing He, who was used to Gastly's sudden appearances, continued browsing while explaining:
"It's the process of making energy cubes."
He had learned a bit about this in school, but since his major was Pokemon psychology and he didn't have a Pokemon at the time, he hadn't delved into it much.
Now that he had Gastly and the energy cubes were so expensive, he decided to learn how to make them himself.
There was no harm in trying.
Hearing that Jing He was learning to make energy cubes for its sake, Gastly's eyes turned into wavy lines, and it was moved to tears.
"Kyaah!"
"Damn! Again?!"
Jing He, while fixing his clothes, walked out of the training room.
Gastly didn't like being in Poke Balls, possibly due to some "aftermath" from the first time it was captured by Jing He.
He didn't force it.
After all, carrying a "mini air conditioner" around wasn't a bad feeling.
'Gastly's training has been going well, but training is one thing, and battles are another. The psychological states in these two different environments are hard to align, especially in dangerous situations.'
'So, it would be best to give Gastly some practical combat experience.'
As he walked out of the training center, the sky was gray and looked like it was about to rain.
But before he could take a few steps, he heard someone call out in surprise:
"Teacher Jing He?"
Following the voice, he saw it was Fugashi and Daigo.
Well, I forgot to set the auto-update, so the update was late. Do you believe me?
(End of Chapter)
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