Having decided to challenge the teacher, Satoshi felt a rush of adrenaline rising in his chest.
Crush him completely and earn that [Ability Patch]— that would be his way of repaying the teacher for all his tireless instruction!
[Host, don't worry—go ahead and battle! I'll cover for you! And if it comes down to it, you can always rely on your Super Rookie physique to handle things personally~]
Furiko's voice echoed in his mind, her confidence in him absolutely unwavering.
If it were possible, Satoshi would love to drag her out of the system and give her a good spanking. What kind of Trainer steps in to fight Pokémon battles with their own fists?!
And even if he did… what chance would he have? He was just an ordinary guy who could barely chuck a log ten meters, that's it.
Furiko, realistically—what are my odds of winning?
He asked this not out of fear, but because he wasn't totally confident in Raichu's current strength.
The rules of the practical class were simple: the teacher could use one Pokémon, and the challenger could use three.
With a 2v1 setup, Satoshi actually stood a decent chance of taking the win.
And if he won, he'd get both the [Ability Patch] from the system and the school's contribution points.
In high school, points weren't just a number—they were a core indicator of student performance and achievement. Higher points reflected greater strength and accomplishment.
At Rainbow Wing Academy, they weren't just academic rankings either—points acted as currency. You could exchange them for gear, support items, or even privileges. Some of those privileges included qualification for the High School League.
Because there were so many applicants of wildly varying skill levels, the school used a points-based qualification system to ensure fairness. Students who had the points were considered more prepared, more capable, and got access to high-level tournaments.
If someone couldn't earn enough on their own, they could also enter the league as a team—up to ten members per group—but each person would need to contribute wins to stay in.
[Mmm… as of now, I'd say your chances are… a thousand percent! I mean, I like you, and love gives me a serious buff to your stats~]
You're generating horny energy again. Whatever, I'll handle this myself.
Satoshi ignored her nonsense and looked toward the teacher. He turned to Anon, who was still spraying a Potion on Eevee.
"Anon, doesn't it feel like the teacher's kinda… got nothing to do?"
"Eh? Well, yeah… but practical class teachers are always like that, aren't they? Honestly, the fact that he's even here and not subbed out by another teacher is already a miracle."
Anon blinked, puzzled by the sudden question.
Before she could say more, Satoshi had already turned on his heel and was cheerfully striding toward the practical class teacher.
The teacher, at the time, was gently patting the head of a Tauros and didn't immediately react.
He's really approaching them? That strong-looking Tauros and… that very average teacher? Why isn't he running? What's he planning?
Anon tilted her head, unable to follow what was happening.
"Sensei, would you battle me?"
Ah, so that's it—he wants to— WAIT WHAT?!
Anon's eyes widened, gray irises contracting. Even the Potion bottle in her hand froze mid-spray.
He was actually challenging the teacher—a month into the school year?! Was he asking to get obliterated?
Is it because he totally dominated me in our battle that he's gotten cocky?
Her thoughts were quickly echoed by the nearby students. A few restless ones couldn't help but laugh out loud, their giggles filling the training ground.
Satoshi ignored them, feeling more amused than offended.
Oh, my dear classmates… Watch carefully. I'm about to show you what a real Pokémon battle looks like.
Winning wasn't everything. What mattered more was understanding his own limits. If he didn't have the guts to take on a challenge now, he might never get the chance again.
The teacher looked up and locked eyes with him.
That eye contact between Trainers—that was the signal.
"Asama-kun, was it? All right, let's battle."
The teacher had sensed the blazing fire in Satoshi's heart. With no more words, he led him to a standard battle field.
In the past, a few overconfident students had challenged this same teacher and gotten absolutely wiped—1v3, total defeat.
Ehehe~ Now this is gonna be good…
More and more students were drawn to the scene, eager to watch another spectacular beatdown.
But Satoshi wasn't like the rest. He had absolute faith in Raichu and Froakie.
Though he couldn't resist how satisfying it felt to flex just a little, what he really wanted was to face a teacher going all-out.
…Still, Furiko was being overly generous.
[Ugh! These ungrateful brats don't believe in my Host?! Fine! I'll have him beat you all senseless! No, wait—that counts as cheating on him. I'll buy some Southern Tonglu and have them beat you up instead.]
Satoshi began to suspect her system core was corrupted.
There's definitely something wrong with her brain…
But he pushed that aside. His focus was on the teacher now. He pulled a Poké Ball from his pocket.
The stares of his classmates bore down on him, but he'd already adapted to this kind of pressure. It was just more practice for when he stood on the big stage.
While others were prepping for the High School League, Satoshi was already mentally preparing for the national Championship Tournament.
You got this… Asama-kun!
Anon's heart stirred with subtle unease. She didn't actually believe he'd win, but her gentle and caring nature made her wish with all her heart that he could.
He won that battle against me in just a few moves…
I want him to teach me.
Tomori hugged her Piplup close, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and concern.
The teacher turned slightly to glance at her, offering a calm, soft smile—like a warm reply.
Satoshi, slightly flustered, gave a sheepish grin. A few beads of sweat slipped down his temple—nervousness, clearly. Or perhaps… just social awkwardness.
[Let's show them what we're made of!]
Even Furiko was hyped now. Everyone around him was brimming with anticipation—cheers, gasps, whispers, all building the moment.
The teacher raised his Poké Ball.
"You do know that defeating a teacher earns you 500 points, right? Are you here for that? If so, I won't be holding back."
"Go, Tauros!"
Under the blazing sun, the teacher launched the Poké Ball. It spun rapidly before bursting open—Tauros emerged, pawing the ground with power and presence.
Now that's hot-blooded…
Then I'll match it with my own flames.
"I'm not doing this for points—I'm doing it to beat you!"
Satoshi's eyes gleamed with confidence. He hurled his own Poké Ball into the air.
"Froakie, I choose you!"
The ball arced beautifully before hitting the ground. Froakie leapt out, full of energy and ready to fight.
"Kero!"