A blistering Blizzard froze the crimson warrior—the Gigantamax Urshifu—solid.
The entertainment value exploded instantly.
That black-haired young man with fluttering sleeves burned himself into the audience's minds.
Chat messages flooded with "ohhhhhh" as fans reveled in the play.
"How's that for a play, boys?" Natsume grinned smugly. "Not too shabby, eh?"
The match was so intense that even the takeout went cold—but no way were they letting Natsume-sensei get away with such bragging.
"That's all you got?"
"Three seconds of silence for Mustard… The old man finally caught up with the meta, only to get stomped. Oof."
"With Togepi as a reward, even my grandma could hit Master Ball tier!"
Still, the more diligent fans had already pulled out their notebooks, scribbling furiously.
Natsume began his analysis:
"Snow Team's freeze chance is low, but stacking double Blizzard, Scope Lens crit rate, and Sheer Cold's OHKO odds… That's how you create miracles."
"Just like Sun Team or Space Team… Every strategy has its loyal followers and unique charm. For Snow Team, it's the thrill of freezing foes solid and landing that clutch OHKO."
"So," Natsume smiled, "even when you're losing, keep your cool… What if you win?"
Snow Team's poor defensive synergy often left it countered in team composition, much to the frustration of Ice-type enthusiasts.
Yet, the sight of a raging Blizzard encasing a colossal beast in ice—
That sheer, luck-fueled adrenaline rush was something no other strategy could replicate.
Natsume-sensei's words reignited the fans' spirits.
"I get it now—it's a high-roll strat!"
"Damn, Natsume-sensei's relying on RNG now? End of an era."
"Pretty sure he outplayed Mustard with that double Blizzard setup."
"Didn't the streamer say he's 'not great at Max Battles'?"
That last chat message jolted everyone awake.
Oh right—Natsume-sensei had claimed he wasn't fully adapted to the new meta…
"And THIS is how you 'struggle'?!"
"Absolute savagery. Can't wait for Leon to avenge Mustard!"
The comeback stream's first battle ended with Mustard's streak in ruins.
Natsume-sensei's "Snow Team" showcase left Ice-type trainers and weather specialists buzzing.
Once his tutorial video dropped, it'd likely spark a surge of interest among Ice-type experts.
But on a deeper level—
Natsume-sensei had now demonstrated overwhelming dominance in three weather systems: sun, sand, and snow.
Combined with his mastery of speed control and defensive pivoting, he'd earned his title as "The Strategist."
In weather wars, the only one who could rival him was Galar's Dragon-type Gym Leader—the "Champion-caliber" Raihan.
Of course, the social media-savvy Raihan was too busy posting selfies to share strategies openly like Natsume-sensei.
Watching Natsume-sensei's streams was equal parts entertaining and educational.
Plus, who could resist Sylveon and Togepi's cuteness?
Fine—they'd let him have this win.
"Thanks to 'Sevii Islands' Lorelei for… the Super Rocket!" Natsume gasped dramatically. "Massive gratitude!"
Gifts flooded the stream again, pushing viewership even higher.
Fans gaped at the whale patron: "Holy crap—the Ice-type Elite Four member?!"
"I remember you! Your Cloyster swept my whole team in the Champion League!" a Master-tier fan wept.
"Such generous support~ Natsume-sensei, do your best! (^_^)"
"Best? Bruh, mods said 'go touch grass and come back'!"
"Auntie Lorelei, I don't wanna work anymore!!"
Regardless, an Elite Four's endorsement spoke volumes about Natsume-sensei's expertise.
The mature, glasses-wearing, red-haired beauty Lorelei had zero scandals—fueling endless fan fantasies.
"Youth's wasted on the young—should've simped for Auntie Lorelei sooner!"
"What nonsense…" Lorelei adjusted her glasses, scoffing.
She'd only clicked the link Misty forwarded and caught Natsume-sensei's "double Blizzard" play.
His Snow Team breakdown reminded her of that legendary winter sage…
"I wonder what Senior Pryce would think of this."
She crossed her arms, smiling faintly.
"Then again, elders like him probably don't even use social media…"
...
Inside the livestream, Rotom transformed into an emotionless gratitude machine.
"Thank you to 'Ad Space Rental' for the plane gift! Rotom~"
"Thank you to 'Rocket Delivery Official' for the super rocket! Rotom!"
Chat messages exploded:
"Good grief, even TEAM ROCKET is sending rockets now?"
"No way officer, y'all donating too?"
"Just saw Nurse Joy crouched behind her Pokémon Center counter spamming her phone like crazy."
"Why is EVERYONE here?!"
Natsume stroked the Sylveon on his lap, sent Mustard a friend request, and continued streaming a few more matches.
These later matches were purely for entertainment though—his Snow Team went straight for "stomach-targeting" plays.
"Give it up Natsume-sensei, your Sheer Cold will NEVER hit—"
"That's not Sheer Cold, that's Guaranteed Miss."
"Did he land a single freeze after the first match?"
He even matched against Lt. Surge, prompting Natsume's surprised question: "Slacking off at work?"
From his captain's cabin, cigar in mouth and whiskey glass swirling, Surge laughed boisterously:
"Ocean voyages mean plenty of downtime!"
"Perfect timing then. Let me farm some LP off you."
"??? I'm not that idiot Gold."
Several minutes later...
Lt. Surge was on the verge of tears.
Natsume looked thoroughly satisfied.
No worries about the losses—he'd just farm Gold later to regain rank.
The day's stream ended with roughly even wins and losses.
Victories flooded chat with "ohhhh" and "that's it?"
Losses triggered "LOL" and "I'm stuffed."
"Natsume-sensei truly is the Gordon Ramsay of Pokémon content."
"10-year Snow Team main here. After this stream, I feel reborn."
"Wash Rotom, freeze-dry Rotom, heat Rotom... The power of science is amazing!"
As night fell, the "Snow Team" stream proved wildly successful.
Before ending, Natsume-sensei casually mentioned his upcoming Pokémon game—leaving fans stunned.
"He thought Devon Corp's RNG was unfair so he's making his OWN game?"
"Down with monopolies! Natsume-sensei take my money!"
"Mod warning—wait, the mods are fans too? Never mind then."
Natsume planned to edit the video overnight.
With Rotom's computer form, he didn't even need a graphics card—specs were maxed out.
Though Rotom could handle editing... Natsume was still human (barely). He'd pull an all-nighter if needed.
"Gengar, make me instant noodles." Natsume called over his shoulder after a moment's thought. "With tea eggs and sausages!"
"Gengar~" came the distant reply from the living room.
"Look at this flex—premium instant noodles now?"
"Classic lightning-fast stream ending."
"Another day without Moe-Moe! content... pain."
"EVERYBODY STAND UP!"
...
The night was deep over The Isle of Armor.
In the kitchen of Master Dojo's side hall, a large round wooden table in Touran Style was laden with home-cooked dishes, rich in color, aroma, and flavor.
"Hmph…" Mustard, with his long gray-white eyebrows and hunched back, picked up his bowl and chopsticks, took a few bites, then set them down with a grumble. "Hmph…"
At the left side of the table, Raihan—wearing an orange bandana and leanly built—leaned toward the bearded Leon and muttered:
"Your master… doesn't seem too welcoming toward me."
"Because we're uninvited guests," Leon replied quietly, holding his own bowl and chopsticks. "It's against etiquette…"
"Since when were there so many rules?" Raihan grumbled, frowning at the table before whispering again: "Actually, what I wanted to ask was…"
"How do you use these chopsticks?"
Leon: "..."
Mrs. Sensei Honey set down her bowl and chopsticks, breaking the silence at the table with a warm smile.
"Leon, what brings you to the Isle of Armor so suddenly? And with a friend, no less?"
Leon scratched his head sheepishly. "Got lost…"
The table fell silent again. The two apprentices, Klara and Avery: "Pfft—"
"Hey." Raihan shot them a sharp look. "At least show some respect to a Champion, won't you?"
"Ahem, my apologies… ahem!"
"It's fine." Leon smiled. "All dojo apprentices are like siblings to me."
Avery adjusted his magician's hat, thinking:
'This "sister" of yours traded your Trainer Card for Natsume-sensei merch...'
Honey turned to Raihan: "And our guest?"
"Leon got lost, so I flew him here on Flygon." Raihan sighed dramatically. "Then... one turn later, we're at Master Dojo."
All eyes turned to Leon.
"My apologies." Leon smiled apologetically. "I was lost in thought and wound up here..."
"Leon-boy."
Mustard finally spoke, savoring each bite with closed eyes before asking quietly:
"These thoughts... about the Alamos Town incident?"
Leon nodded solemnly:
"I keep wondering... if Galar faced such a crisis, what should its Champion do?"
"I might falter. Might hesitate..."
Golden eyes met his master's as Leon smiled.
"But now... I have my answer."
Raihan studied Leon's profile—the way this kid pretended to be so mature—and shook his head ruefully:
'Maybe getting lost is inevitable when you're paving your own path...'
"Leon-boy..."
Mustard's milky eyes gleamed with sudden warmth... before collapsing into childish pleading:
"Pleeease boost my rank again! Just get me to #1 and I'll quit! Promise!"
Raihan: "...The hell?"
Leon: "...You lost again?"
Mustard blinked innocently.
Leon sighed: "To whom?"
More blinking.
With a facepalm, Leon asked: "What strategy this time?"
"Snow Team!" Mustard rubbed his hands. "Devon added your Charizard data! Gigantamax would crush him easily!"
Leon's champion cape now bore Devon Corporation's endorsement for their gaming division.
From holograms to HP bars, Pokémon's tech kept advancing—simulated battles were hugely popular.
Leon himself used them to test Charizard's movesets, like the Thunder Punch that toppled Lance's Red Gyarados.
Raihan scoffed, legs sprawled: "Weather systems aren't that easy."
"Natsume-sensei already mastered sun and sandstorms," Avery whispered.
Klara grinned: "Seems more skilled than you, Leader Raihan?"
"Tch." Raihan lifted his chin. "This old man's mastered EVERY weather!"
Leon nodded unconsciously.
Raihan's team—Flygon, Goodra, Turtonator, Duraludon—earned him the title "Dragon Master," but "Weather King" fit better.
"Natsume-boy..." Mustard gazed upward, muttering: "Sun... sandstorm... snow..."
"What's the last weather type?" he asked Raihan.
"Rain." Raihan yawned. "Most complex system. Pairs with electric/space strategies."
"Ohhh..." Mustard's eyes lit up before turning to Leon with puppy-dog eyes:
"Leon-boy... how about you hit #1 first, then lose to me on purpose?"
Leon: "..."
'Master's gaming addiction is getting worse.'
"Even with strategic variety, beating him won't be simple."
Leon stroked his beard, picturing that kind, handsome trainer from Wyndon Stadium.
"Want weather training? I'm right here." Raihan bared his teeth. "Wyndon Arena—Dynamax battle!"
Leon: "No. Field repairs cost too much."
Raihan: "..."
CLANK!
Honey set down her chopsticks sweetly: "Food's getting cold~"
The champion, ex-champion, and master all bowed their heads obediently.
Raihan struggled with his utensils, sweat dripping.
"Holy moly!"
Mustard suddenly yelled at his phone:
"Natsume-boy's teasing his NEXT strategy?!"
Leon: "What?"
Klara gasped: "Natsume-sensei? Let me see!"
Raihan's mind flashed to that dashing black-haired trainer, scoffing:
"Pfft. Weather prodigy? Only THIS old man's that talented."
Then Leon's murmur cut through:
"Next preview... Natsume-sensei's strategy is—"
"Rain Perish Song."
...
Sandgem Town - Natsume's Home
"Good grief." Natsume clicked his tongue. "15 guides already?"
After uploading "Snow Team Guide #15" to NicoNico, he checked his schedule.
"Hmm... need to visit Canalave City soon. Time to see Moe-Moe!"
"Gengar~~" Slurping sounds suddenly erupted beside him.
Natsume turned to see Gengar happily devouring instant noodles.
"Gengar~(￣～￣)"
"Started without me? Smells good—add pickled veggies, sausages, braised duck feet—"
"Sirfetch'd?! ﾍ(･_|"
"Not YOU. Want your own bowl?"
"Sirfetch'd!"
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