Seeing his Trainer's face instantly turn deathly pale, all the Pokémon were horrified.
Feeling the needle-like pain in his head, Silas casually waved his hand.
"I'm fine. I know my limits."
With that, he severed the mental resonance with Gallade.
Gallade's aura immediately weakened considerably.
Color returned to Silas's face once again.
"Gallade."
It could not help but feel somewhat dazed.
When faced with a sudden increase in power, very few humans or Pokémon could remain completely indifferent.
"So? Feels pretty good, doesn't it?"
Leaning against the bed, Silas asked cheerfully.
External power?
There was no such concept in the Pokémon world.
Whether on the field of a formal battle or in a battle out in the wild, the participants in a battle had never been limited to Pokémon alone.
The Trainer was also one of the participants.
If it were not for the need to ensure personal safety, as well as a certain degree of fairness and entertainment value in competitions, the League would never have established battle regulations in the first place.
And naturally, those regulations could not possibly restrict the Trainer's own abilities.
Hearing this, Gallade hesitantly nodded.
As a Psychic-type Pokémon obsessed with martial arts, it naturally understood that this was not a good idea.
Obtaining power too easily would only make its desire to become stronger grow complacent.
But itt felt so good.
Seeing the conflicted expression on Gallade's face, Silas did not take it seriously.
"Don't overthink it. This is genuine power that belongs to the two of us, and the energy consumption is also quite considerable.
"Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to control the power so well just now, right?
"Besides, this increase in strength still depends on your own strength.
"If you were too weak, I wouldn't be able to carry you along with me."
"Gallade."
Gallade indicated that it understood.
However, judging from its expression, Silas estimated that it would still need some time to fully understand the matter.
He turned his head toward the other Pokémon.
"All right, all right. You can all go back. I'm already fine. I just need to rest.
"Blaziken, put them all back into their Poké Balls. You'll have to put up with staying inside for the next few days."
"Blaze."
Blaziken responded before reaching out with its claws and taking the string of empty Poké Balls from Silas's waist.
Another series of red flashes followed.
The only Pokémon remaining outside were Pidgeot and Blaziken.
"What? You're not going in to rest?"
"Pidgeot~"
Pidgeot, which was lying on the ground resting, shook its head.
It still preferred staying outside.
"Blaze?"
Blaziken, on the other hand, was completely confused. It could not understand why its big brother seemed so calm.
The Trainer had almost died, for goodness' sake.
Pidgeot helplessly rolled over.
"What is this supposed to be? Back when the boss and I were running around the forest, we encountered dangers far worse than this.
"He only fainted. As long as he's fine, that's all that matters.
"A bunch of inexperienced little brats."
Blaziken bared its teeth, clearly unconvinced.
Considering that their Trainer was still somewhat weak, it forcibly grabbed Pidgeot by the wing and dragged it out of the room.
Hearing the commotion outside, Silas, whose perception had become even stronger, smiled and shook his head.
He closed his eyes and once again sank into darkness.
Half a month later.
"Gallade, use Teleport!"
Silas's vigorous voice echoed through a forest outside Olivine City.
An almost imperceptible wave of Psychic energy swept past.
A phantom-like world flashed before Silas's eyes for an instant.
When he came back to his senses, he was already standing inside a room at Olivine Gym.
"Not bad. The precision is even better than yesterday."
Silas lowered his head and looked at the circle drawn on the floor with white chalk before happily patting Gallade on the shoulder.
Just like Gallade, blue and purple light was also radiating from Silas's eyes.
The Teleport just now was not an ability belonging to Gallade alone. It was the result of the two of them achieving resonance together.
"Gallade."
Gallade responded steadily.
Because of its excessively powerful mental and Psychic abilities, its eyes radiated an intimidating presence.
Under the room's lights, a cold glint flashed across the twin blades extending from its elbows.
In just half a month, its strength had undergone a tremendous transformation.
Just as Jasmine's Metagross had analyzed, Gallade had gained considerable benefits from the red light.
This was not limited to its potential increasing from Elite level to Elite Four. Its recent rate of improvement was also the greatest it had ever experienced.
Looking back, the last time it had improved this quickly was when it was still a Ralts and had just obtained a method for training its Psychic power.
Level 54.
That was the answer it had submitted.
In the relatively short span of fifteen days, Gallade had maintained a terrifying rate of improvement, increasing its level by one every two or three days.
Even the bottlenecks between the Advance and Pseudo-Elite levels had failed to slow its progress.
After all, fundamentally speaking, while maintaining its state of Psychic resonance with Silas, it was already a genuine Elite-level Pokémon.
That's right.
While its basic strength was rapidly increasing, Gallade, enhanced by Silas's Psychic power, had officially become the third Elite-level Pokémon on his team.
Its speed of advancement was even faster than that of the others.
There was no way Gigalith, Serperior, and the others could not be envious.
Unfortunately, they were not Psychic-type Pokémon, so they could not enjoy this exhilarating increase in strength.
As a result, these senior members of the team could only throw themselves into massive amounts of training in frustration.
This was probably the power of competition.
Based on Silas's estimate, Gigalith, Serperior, Togekiss, and Ampharos would each break through to the Elite level one after another over the following month.
By then...
On the surface, he would merely be a Trainer with decent "Elite-level" strength.
In reality, Elite Four level was his true standard.
"Hehehe~"
Thinking about this, Silas could not help laughing.
"Blaze."
Blaziken, which was lifting weights with its feet in the room, glanced at its Trainer.
Why did the boss seem to have become more and more creepy after awakening Psychic powers?
"Add five more sets to your training, Blaziken. Don't slack off."
Silas's voice came from nearby.
Blaziken's exertion momentarily stopped.
It immediately began exerting itself even harder.
Revenge.
This was definitely revenge!
It seemed to imagine the training equipment as its Trainer and furiously vented all its frustration on it.
"All right, Gallade. Take a break for now. I'm going to check on those guys at the training grounds.
"While you're at it, help me keep an eye on Blaziken. If it doesn't do a good job, put some extra pressure on it."
After casually giving his instructions, Silas walked out of the room.
Gallade walked over to its martial arts teacher and gave it a "shy" smile.
"Gallade."
Blaziken became even more depressed.
Olivine Gym's Indoor Training Grounds
A group of people were gathered around the entrance to a room, poking their heads inside and watching.
"How many is this?"
"Seems like the fourth one."
"One every four days. How much money is that going to cost?"
Floating a few centimeters above the ground, Silas heard this and his face twitched violently.
Could it be...
When they saw the main character arrive, everyone hurriedly made way for him.
"Kia!"
At the end of the passage, Escavalier inside the room awkwardly raised the lance in its hand and greeted its boss.
Silas looked at the piece of equipment in front of Escavalier that had been stabbed into complete pieces.
He raised his hand and smacked himself hard on the forehead.
This was one of the most advanced machines on the market, too. It even had an extremely slow, weak self-repair function.
The fact that it had been damaged this badly was enough to show just how hard Escavalier had been training.
"Escavalier, I understand that you want to catch up to Gallade, but this isn't something that can be accomplished overnight, right?
"If you really feel like the machine can't hold up anymore, tell the staff in advance and have them replace it with a new one.
"There's no need to stab it to pieces."
Silas patiently tried to persuade it.
He also knew why this had happened.
It was simply because Escavalier had become so absorbed in its training that it had failed to pay attention to the condition of the machine.
Just as the people watching from outside had said, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
"Kia."
Escavalier repeatedly apologized sheepishly.
"Ah, forget it." Silas sighed helplessly.
After all, he was a Trainer.
"Thank you for your patronage. One million Poké Dollars."
The Olivine Gym staff member appropriately handed over the card reader.
Silas paid the bill with a dark expression.
The fact that the machine could repair itself was certainly convenient, but even that ability had its limits.
After being stabbed to pieces like this, there was naturally no way it could repair itself back to its original condition. It would have to be sent back to the manufacturer for repairs.
And those repairs would cost seven figures.
"You bunch of spendthrifts."
Silas grabbed Escavalier and lectured it harshly.
Although he was no longer short on money, having once lived through a period when he had to stretch every coin as far as possible, he still felt the pain of spending this much Poké Dollars.
If he had to earn this money through missions, how long would it take to make it back?
These little guys he had caught later simply didn't know how hard it was to earn money, which was why they were so wasteful.
"Seriously, maybe I should just have you take on some missions. That way, you'll learn how difficult life can be."
Silas said irritably.
"Kia!"
Escavalier's eyes immediately lit up.
Missions? Fighting! And they could even make money!
Why had such a wonderful thing never existed before?!
Silas raised an eyebrow and used his Psychic power to lift Escavalier up in front of him.
"What? You want to give it a try?"
Escavalier eagerly nodded.
Silas pondered for a moment before making his decision.
"That could work, but we'll have to wait until this stage of training is over."
Training and battling really did need to be combined.
Otherwise, it would be easy for Pokémon to fail to recognize their own progress.
That wouldn't be beneficial to their training.
Although, given Gallade's rate of improvement, these little guys probably wouldn't develop such thoughts anyway. Still, it was better to take precautions.
More importantly, these past two weeks of recuperation had left him feeling restless as well.
"Come on. Let's go see whether anything has happened to your seniors."
Silas took Escavalier with him and headed toward the other training areas.
Pidgeot and Togekiss were still in the wind simulation training area.
Under the force of the hurricane, the two Flying-type Pokémon moved forward freely like willow fluff, seemingly completely unaffected by it.
However, it was obvious to the naked eye that Togekiss was still struggling somewhat.
That also meant it had yet to enter the Elite level.
It was desperately studying Pidgeot's flying posture ahead of it and trying to incorporate its own ideas into it.
For Flying-type Pokémon, flying was a process of comprehending the wind.
This was the best way to improve their strength.
Unlike Pidgeot's somewhat broad and powerful flying style, Togekiss, with its Fairy typing and unique body structure, flew in a much more graceful and bizarre manner.
Perhaps one moment it would still be directly in front of Pidgeot.
The next moment, it would appear beneath Pidgeot.
Pidgeot was also observing Togekiss's flying style and learning from it.
For both of them, this was a process of mutual improvement.
"Looks like they're doing pretty well."
After observing them for a while, Silas realized that he didn't have any additional advice to offer, so he quietly left the room.
As for the other Pokémon.
Gigalith was training in the rock simulation area today with Gible, who had only just passed out of its juvenile stage.
For Gible, Gigalith, which possessed the ability to create sandstorms, was the best possible mentor.
The two of them would become the closest of comrades on the battlefield in the future.
Of course, there was another important reason.
Only a Pokémon as skilled in defense as Gigalith could withstand being bitten by Gible's enormous jaws.
This little guy had an incredible amount of energy.
Over the past dozen or so days, apart from Alolan Ninetales and Togekiss, none of the others had escaped its bites, including Silas.
Fortunately Gible's biting was more like a way of expressing its happiness and affection.
After being taught a few times, it had cleverly learned how to control its strength.
However, there still weren't many senior Pokémon willing to experience the sudden pain.
Speaking of Alolan Ninetales.
It and Serperior unexpectedly got along extremely well.
Perhaps it was because both of them were female Pokémon.
Although Grass and Ice types weren't exactly compatible, the two Pokémon had still become close friends.
At this moment, they were battling each other in the battle area, competing against one another.
Serperior had the advantage in strength, while Alolan Ninetales had the advantage in typing.
The two little guys were fighting fiercely.
Serperior had no intention of holding back either, beating its friend mercilessly with a nearly 99% win rate.
It was definitely a case of fake sisterly affection.
"Piplup, Piplup."
Meanwhile, inside the enclosed pool training area.
Prinplup was proudly demonstrating its ability to control Water-type energy to Dreepy.
It still hadn't given up on the idea of poaching Dreepy from Alolan Ninetales and making it its subordinate.
If it couldn't beat it, then it would rely on their relationship.
As luck would have it, Alolan Ninetales and Serperior were busy battling each other, so Prinplup took the opportunity to pull Dreepy over to its side.
After all, from Dreepy's perspective, it was absorbing nutrients no matter where it trained, so there was no difference.
Dreepy blinked its big eyes.
With a flick of its tail, a specially prepared Energy Cube flew into its mouth.
It narrowed its eyes in contentment, its little head bobbing up and down in midair.
Prinplup thought this was Dreepy acknowledging its strength, making it even more excited.
"I wonder who is actually making whom their subordinate."
Silas, hiding nearby, couldn't help but comment.
The one who came to be the big brother was acting like the subordinate and showing off its abilities, while the one who was supposed to become the subordinate was acting like the big brother and enjoying delicious food.
These two little guys really were interesting.
Escavalier, who was following beside Silas, spread its two knightly lances apart, indicating that it couldn't understand either.
"Ring~"
The telephone rang.
With Piplup and Dreepy looking toward him, Silas answered the phone casually.
"Hello, Jasmine. What's wrong?"
"Come take a look at your Ampharos. Something happened."
Jasmine's voice came through the phone.
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