The dream of becoming a Pokémon master

Watching Kyosuke's departing figure, the uncle stopped his inner monologue, clapped his hands to gather the Pokémon together, leaving only Charmeleon and Butterfree to start practicing on the side.

"Now, next is about experiencing superpowers. Superpowers are a magical power. Most people with superpowers are born with them, but only through training can they be enhanced and controlled..."

Seeing the uncle start his habitual explanation of his superpowers, the hypnotic tapir standing to the side couldn't help but tug at his clothes, bringing him back to his senses.

The middle-aged man snapped out of his daze and finally realized that he wasn't facing children attending superpower training, but rather Kyosuke's adorable Pokémon. Thank goodness they were Pokémon; if Kyosuke were here, he'd definitely laugh at him.

With his hands clasped together, the uncle gently addressed the three adorable Pokémon before him, "So, which child would like to try first?"

Nidoran was naturally unwilling. He believed he had already experienced the baptism of superpowers and didn't want to try again, and his prejudice against Kyosuke was growing stronger every day.

If there is prejudice, then all the other person's actions will be misinterpreted. This is also Nidoran's current state towards Kyosuke, while Kyosuke is completely unaware of it.

Frost had undergone numerous experiments in the past, testing various types multiple times. Whether it was the rare Psychic type, the Dark type, or the powerful Dragon type, he had been tormented. Fortunately, he was a Normal type, possessing immunity to Ghost types and only having a double chance against Fighting types, which allowed him to survive. However, he did not harbor any resentment towards the Pokémon that had abused him. After all, it was the fault of those few Pokémon back then, not their species.

That's right, it was the hypnotic tapir that used its superpowers to torment Fengshuang.

He simply expressed neither support nor opposition to such playful experiences with superpowers.

Only Huang'er showed a special expectation for superpowers. As a child, she was full of curiosity about all the interesting things in the world, including superpowers. She excitedly flew around the uncle and the hypnotic tapir.

Upon encountering the three Pokémon with clearly defined attitudes, it was natural to start with the most compliant one.

"But why is it that Kyosuke's Pokémon always have such amazing features? A giant Butterfree is one thing, but a shiny Spearow is so beautiful! Even my daughter ran away." The uncle felt the malice of the world.

However, he still used his superpowers to lift Huang'er up, control her wings, and experience the feeling of flying simply with telekinesis.

After trying for about ten seconds, the uncle stopped and was about to call for Ice Eevee's Frostbite, but Sparrow was still flying around in front of him, happily chirping "Sparrow Sparrow".

Since you still want to play, let's play one more time. Anyway, the superpower won't be greatly depleted. The uncle thought to himself, looking at the cute little speare.

As expected, being cute allows you to do whatever you want!

Ten minutes have passed...

"I can't take it anymore, I'm really out of energy, I need to rest." The uncle was at his wit's end with the little finless peacock that was still flying happily in front of him. He was almost exhausted after ten minutes, but the little peacock still wanted to continue, so he waved his hand and stopped.

"Hypnotic Tapir, the remaining two are yours. Come find me over there when you're done." After saying that, the uncle teleported away to rest.

Hypnotic Tapu nodded and walked towards Glaceon and Nidoran.

The man had just lain down and rested for less than a minute when the hypnotic tapir instantly moved in front of him.

"Pfft, so fast?" The uncle couldn't believe it.

The hypnotized tapir nodded.

Both Glaceon and Nidoran had experienced psychic powers, and not in a positive way, so their experiences were just brief and ended quickly. Hypnotic Baku also rushed to report to the old man.

"So it really was a problem with the initial choice?" The middle-aged man was on the verge of tears. He should have started with something he didn't want to do, otherwise he wouldn't be so tired.

Next up was Butterfree's training. Thinking of this, the uncle didn't get up, but simply turned his head to look in the direction of Charmeleon and Butterfree.

"Don't they even stop their own people?!" The uncle felt as if he had lived his entire life on Growlithe.

"Who sparrs ever use their full strength in a training session?"

There is a type advantage/disadvantage between Charmeleon and Butterfree, with Charmeleon's Fire-type being twice as effective against Butterfree's Bug-type. However, although it is Butterfree, its Dance skill level is much higher than Charmeleon's Fire-type, and combined with the mobility of its Flying-type, it completely dominates Charmeleon.

But the uncle didn't know the specifics of the situation. He only knew that Charmeleon was frantically using Flamethrower, while Butterfree was being chased around and flying around in circles. Even when it occasionally used Silver Whirl, it seemed to be unable to deal any damage.

The common perception is that Bug-type creatures are weak.

Now that I've finished my own work, it's time to get Butterfly started her special training.

"Stop, stop! Butterfree is about to start its special training!" the uncle said to the two Pokémon who were still fighting hard.

Charizard quickly stopped its Flamethrower, nodded to Butterfree, and walked towards Frostleaf. Then, the uncle saw Charizard take Frostleaf to another area and continue training!

For Charmeleon, Frostfire, with its Water Gun, is currently the only Pokémon that can counter it, making it the best opponent for training.

But the older man saw it differently. He thought Charmeleon was a coward who, while serious and strict, only knew how to find types that were super effective against it. First Bug-type, then Ice-type. Although he didn't recognize the Pokémon, its appearance clearly indicated it was Ice-type.

Of course, Charmeleon doesn't care what others think.

The older man brought the hypnotic tapir to the area where Mai had fought Charizard. Looking at the cratered ground, he was filled with emotion and said to Mai, "After the battle, would you like to rest for a while?"

Mai was standing on the ground, knowing that her upcoming superpowers might prevent her from flying. She shook her head, indicating that she could begin training immediately.

The uncle knew that every second counted at this moment, and he could only trust the other party's own judgment. He immediately used his superpowers, combined with the hypnotic effect of the tapir, on Mai.

Wu immediately felt the same way she did when she was a green caterpillar, crawling through the mud on rainy days, as if her body was being burdened, making it extremely difficult to even flap her wings.

But that's precisely the purpose of training. If they can't even handle such a weak superpower, how can they possibly withstand the unfathomable strength of Sabrina?

Slowly, I finally felt the wings return to my body, and I finally flapped them once more!

Frost and Charmeleon started practicing, while Uncle and Hypnotic Tapir were also going to strengthen their Butterfly Dance. Only Phoenix was left to play by herself, while Nidoran stayed aside to rest.