[Feeling bad for the challenger—his Pokémon won't even come out to fight.]
[Understandable. If it were me, I wouldn't go either. And with Kadabra? One hit and Primeape might knock it back into its Poké Ball.]
[Who in their right mind teaches Primeape "Encore"? Pretty sure the streamer learned that just to cheese people.]
The chat rolled on, gifts flooding in.
You could say Primeape's "Encore" left a deep impression.
Grey decided he'd clip the VOD later, cut together a highlight, and post it—so everyone could admire just how "upright and aboveboard" Primeape was.
"Gary, if your Pokémon won't come out, I'll have to rule it a forfeit."
Seeing Gary playing "drop the ball" with the Poké Ball, Grey offered a reminder.
"…"
Gary looked at the ball, then at Primeape—idly shadowboxing and ripping the air with every casual swing—and raised the white flag on the spot.
"This young master lost."
"Uuuu, Gary-sama loooost~"
"Nooo, Gary-sama, we didn't even get to see Kadabra's gallant figure!"
"My dears, today's loss is tomorrow's foundation. This great me will return in triumph!"
The girls' tears brought Gary back to himself. He combed his spiky hair and delivered a speech full of "positive energy."
The cheer squad surged in, crowding around Gary and turning the dojo into a picturesque scene.
Watching from the side, Grey quietly sidled back to the streaming phone—and sneakily pointed the camera at Gary.
[Cursed rich kid!]
[Wisdom-Teeth Justice Streamer—execute! If you see this kind of playboy, especially the ones bringing girls, have Primeape throw heavy hands!]
[Gym Leaders of Kanto, remember this punchable face. Next time you see him, teach him some manners!]
[This brat is making this great me lose face—he loses and then starts flirting in someone else's gym!]
——
Johto region, Mt. Silver.
About to head up the mountain with Red, Blue nearly crushed his phone.
Seeing Gary's antics on stream only stoked the fire; his teeth clicked together. "A disgrace to the family!"
"…"
Red said nothing—just kept sighing.
"…Forget it."
Blue shook his head, one hand at his chin. "That leader did this great me a favor. Should I send him something?"
"…"
Red tilted his head, nonplussed.
"Right. You don't know either."
Blue rubbed his brow; his hand stilled. "Since it's a Fighting dojo, how about some notes on raising Fighting types?"
"…"
Red nodded—and threw him a thumbs-up.
——
After ending the stream, Grey saw Gary and his entourage out.
At the door, he stopped him again—to fill out the survey.
Same three questions as ever.
Gary thought a moment and answered:
A: The leader treats Pokémon so well that even mine refused to come out and fight him. Highly recommend challenging Primeape—no need to spell out the power, those who know, know.
With that thumbs-up delivered, Gary climbed into his sports car with his squad and left without a backward glance.
"Gary, come back and challenge again when you've got time."
Grey waved.
"Right—this great me will, when I've got time."
Gary hit the gas and fled this land of disaster.
He couldn't beat the Saffron Fighting Dojo—but he could definitely outrun it!
Bye-bye, and spare me the "come again soon"—no thanks!
"Ahahahah! This great me is not coming back!"
Gary's laughter echoed through Saffron City, waking a lot of Growlithe, who barked in chorus.
"What happened to Gary-sama?"
A girl in the back seat asked timidly.
"Maybe the cute gym leader broke his mental."
Another girl muttered under her breath.
"Pff—!"
Gary nearly coughed blood.
Tonight was a crying sort of night.
——
Saffron City, Fighting Dojo.
Back in his room, Grey immediately started editing, cutting the Jeanette and Gary matches into two shorts and uploading them:
[Most Aboveboard Gym Battles on the Net 01: Tyrogue's Debut]
[Most Aboveboard Gym Battles on the Net 02: Primeape's Encore]
After posting, Grey noticed a DM.
[Blue: Add me on LINE. I'll send you something good.]
"Huh? A goodie bag? Gotta sample that."
Without overthinking it, Grey followed back and sent his LINE handle.
It was Blue—if Blue called it good, it wouldn't be junk.
A few minutes after the add, four messages came in:
[Blue: Machamp Training Notes.pdf]
[Blue: Poliwrath Training Notes.pdf]
[Blue: Master-Class General Techniques for Raising Fighting-type Pokémon.pdf]
[Blue: Hope it helps.]
Grey: …
Seeing the first two files, Grey paused.
Both were for Pokémon he—coincidentally—didn't have yet.
If not for the last one—nearly twenty gigs of material—he'd have thought Blue either lacked common sense or was here to do PR for Gary.
[Grey: Thanks. Very helpful. ^_^]
Message sent, Grey pocketed his phone and headed for Sabrina's room.
Knock, knock…
He always knocked before entering—habit.
"Come in."
Creaaak—
At her word, Grey pushed the door open.
Sabrina sat on the floor bedding; her tall boots were off and set to the side.
Long legs sheathed in black nylons rested on the quilt, every toe clearly outlined.
But the most eye-catching sight was the soft, trembling little Pokémon nestled beside her.
Milk-pale body; green "hair" covering most of its face; the hair parted by two red horns set in the middle.
It's her!
The—loli—strike that—the Feeling Pokémon!
Ralts!
"What a cute Ralts."
Grey crouched, conjured a bottle of Moomoo Milk like a magician, popped the cap, and offered it to Ralts. "Here, have some milk."
"Ralts?"
Ralts shrank closer to Sabrina, frightened by Grey's approach.
"Huh? That's odd…"
Grey frowned. He'd just bathed the room in gentle Aura—why was the kid still avoiding him?
Noticing his doubt, Sabrina stroked Ralts' little head from midair with Psychic.
"This child was trafficked. Now there's… a problem with its body."
Grey didn't understand. "What kind of problem?"
Sabrina spoke slowly…
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