Evening, dormitory…
Inside Aaron's dorm room, the other three roommates lay sprawled on their beds after showering, completely exhausted and still complaining.
The chubby one spoke with a drained expression,
"The training camp really lives up to its name…"
"This big guy almost couldn't make it today…"
His name was Hugo, a student from Class 1.
"Yeah… no kidding. I feel like I'm about to die. I miss my mom…"
"I want to go home!!"
At that moment, the tall, skinny, bespectacled, scholarly-looking roommate squeezed out a single tear, staring lifelessly at the ceiling as he spoke.
His name was Adrian, also from Class 1.
"Haa… even I, who works out regularly, feel completely wrecked. You guys really have it rough."
The burly roommate chimed in as well, looking just as exhausted.
His name was Max, from Class 2.
"By the way… Aaron, how come you look totally fine?"
"Isn't your physique a bit too outrageous?"
"Your Pokémon is already absurdly strong—you even beat the instructor's Aggron—and now you're saying your body's this ridiculous too. How are we supposed to live with that…?"
"Aaron… please, just be human, I'm begging you…"
The three of them stared at Aaron, who looked completely relaxed, and couldn't help venting their frustration.
After a full day together, the four of them had already become fairly familiar with one another.
"You guys just don't train enough," Aaron said with a grin.
"I do a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, and a hundred squats every day. Then I run 25 kilometers."
"Tell me—that's not strong?"
"Gasp—"
Hugo and Adrian both sucked in a sharp breath. Aaron's discipline was downright inhuman. They knew for a fact they couldn't keep that up—no wonder his physique was so abnormal.
"Huh?"
"But I feel like I train just as much as you do?"
Max scratched his head, looking confused.
"You definitely don't stick to it every single day, right?"
"I've kept it up nonstop for two and a half years…"
Aaron said it with a straight face, boasting without the slightest hint of guilt.
"So that's how it is… no wonder, no wonder."
"Aaron, I really admire you. From now on, I'm going to learn from you and stick with it."
Max looked at Aaron with admiration, secretly resolving to exercise every day from now on. If he did that, maybe he could eventually catch up.
"Sleep, sleep…"
"Our lives are more important…"
...
The night passed quietly.
At six in the morning, they got up, finished breakfast, and assembled.
Then the hellish physical training began.
Of course, Pokémon training was just as essential.
Instructor Zane clearly knew what he was doing. Overnight, he had prepared tailored training plans for every student's Pokémon.
For example, Charmeleon underwent flame-control drills, allowing it to release Flamethrower faster and more smoothly.
It also trained physically, running with heavy weighted gear strapped to its body.
As for Aaron's Frogadier…
Perhaps because it was already too strong, Instructor Zane focused its training on reaction speed, agility, and stamina.
Taking advantage of this, Aaron had Frogadier repeatedly activate Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu to train its techniques, causing its skill proficiency to rise at a frightening pace.
Snorlax, meanwhile, trained just as diligently. Its regimen focused on stamina, endurance, and raw strength. Wearing thick weighted equipment, it pushed forward relentlessly.
Snorlax's diligence and perseverance astonished even Instructor Zane. To think a Snorlax could possess such work ethic.
This only made Instructor Zane's expectations for Aaron grow even higher.
And so—
Time flew by like an arrow, slipping silently through their fingers.
...
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Everyone's physical fitness had improved dramatically.
Even the "fat-and-skinny duo" in Aaron's dorm showed noticeable changes.
Hugo had lost over ten pounds—though he was still very much chubby.
Adrian, on the other hand, had visibly developed muscle, though his once pale complexion was gone. His skin had darkened considerably.
Their Pokémon had also grown far stronger.
Aaron's Frogadier had reached Intermediate (Late Stage).
Snorlax had reached Intermediate (Peak Stage)—just one step away from becoming an Advanced Pokémon.
Absurd.
After all, last year's national college entrance exam champion only possessed an Advanced-level Pokémon.
Thanks to days of what could only be described as "cheat-level" training, Frogadier's skill proficiency had skyrocketed, and it had even learned new moves.
[Name: Frogadier (Shiny)]
(Shiny effect: Increases both Attack and Special Attack by 10%)
[Gender: Male]
[Nature: Relaxed]
[Type: Water]
[Ability: Protean]
[Base Stats Total: 405]
[Level: Intermediate (Late Stage)]
[Pokémon Potential: Champion-Class level]
[Known Moves: Power-Up Punch (Mastery), Bubble (Mastery), Rasengan (Mastery), Multi Shadow Clone Jutsu (Mastery), Lightning Flash (Mastery), Water Pulse (Mastery), Smokescreen (Proficient), Smack Down (Proficient)...]
[Special Skill: Tailed Beast Cloak — Upon activation, massively boosts all attributes (Speed, Attack, Special Attack, Defense, Special Defense, HP) and allows control of the Tailed Beast Cloak for direct attacks...]
[Description: Frogadier, the Bubble Frog Pokémon. Possesses exceptional control, capable of hitting a can 30 meters away with a pebble...]
...
This was Frogadier's latest attribute panel.
Most of its skills had already reached Mastery level—something completely unimaginable for ordinary Trainers.
Even specialized Pokémon skill training centers couldn't achieve results like this.
Normally, raising a single move to Mastery would take years—one year, two years, sometimes even longer.
Of course, nothing was ever absolute. There were always gifted prodigies born into privilege.
And there were special methods to rapidly increase skill proficiency—
For instance, having a Champion level Pokémon personally teach another Pokémon its techniques could dramatically accelerate skill growth.
...