Pokémon: Trainers Start as Bounty Hunters.

"Well, you're the boss, that's what you get." Blaziken shrugged dismissively. "Rest is rest, but we can't just starve to death, can we?"

Zhe, who hadn't rested for long, stood up irritably: "Okay, okay, I'll go prepare lunch for you guys now, alright?"

He was starting to regret it.

Could it be that, as Ah Si said, he should find a breeder to help take care of the elves?

However, many of his breeding programs and recipe combinations have a strong personal touch.

If it were someone else, there would still be a little bit of unease.

There are actually suitable candidates.

For example, Xiaoxue, and Xiaogang.

Unfortunately, they both had their own things to do.

The former needs to study breeding knowledge well in order to become a breeding master as quickly as possible.

This is the goal she strives for.

If I help Tetsuya take care of the spirits.

Leaving aside the fact that it would distract her and hinder the improvement of her nurturing abilities in practice.

After all, Tetsuya's Pokémon are raised strictly according to his plan, and the breeders who help him are basically just tools.

Otherwise, training a Champion-level Pokémon would also be a very good opportunity for Xiaoxue to gain practical experience.

The latter requires the management of the dojo.

Oh, and there's also the care he needs for his seven or eight younger siblings.

Although Jiro is very sensible, he spends a lot of time at school every day due to his age.

Therefore, it was even more impossible for Zhe to let Xiaogang travel with him.

The reason why this guy was able to follow Ash around in the future is largely because the attitude of the Woo back then towards the gym and the family is completely different from the Woo back now.

Moreover, Jiro's growth can be seen as liberating Tsuyoshi.

Otherwise, given his personality, he would never have abandoned the dojo and run away.

Zhe, who was making the elf food, was also on the verge of a breakdown, looking utterly miserable.

This seems quite different from the vacation life he imagined.

at the same time.

Joban Gym in Joban City.

"dong dong"

"Boss, the latest intelligence has arrived."

A knock came at the door, followed by a woman's voice.

The hand that was stroking the cat boss came to an abrupt stop.

"Come in."

Upon receiving the instruction, Masato immediately pushed open the door.

Sakaki turned his chair around and looked at his trusted lieutenant: "How did those guys perform?"

"As you expected, everything is going according to plan."

Masato obediently lowered his head. "However, it seems there's been a problem in Jodo."

“I know.” Sakaki casually twirled the pen in his hand. “It’s that kid named Tamaki Tetsuya, right?”

"Yes, his progress in strength has somewhat exceeded the expectations of the intelligence personnel."

"It doesn't matter, his value has already been demonstrated, that's enough."

Sakaki stopped what he was doing, seemingly unconcerned. "Where are the executives?"

"The four cadres have all successfully completed their missions, but due to the sudden intervention of Wataru and Cynthia, there have been some serious casualties among the lower-level personnel."

Tulip has officially integrated into the group, and now it will proceed according to the planned schedule.

A new batch of intelligence from Fulindo is also on its way, undetected by anyone;

However, Bishas's recent actions have been somewhat strange. He took away some of the deciphered data about Siluf, as well as some dark orbs and experimental subjects.

The real bird reported on its work in a very formal and methodical manner.

For the other Rockets members, every executive is someone they cannot afford to offend.

It's not just their strength, but also the ruthlessness of each and every one of them.

But she's different.

“Bishas, ​​huh?” Sakaki smiled enigmatically. “Let him go. It’s a good opportunity for us to test that guy’s current strength.”

Maybe he's even worth Mewtwo taking action against.

He glanced at the mech standing silently beside him.

Its purple tail wagged impatiently.

"Another boring opponent? Is there no one in this world who can defeat me?"

Mewtwo, whose power was being suppressed inside the mech, became increasingly agitated.

It didn't answer Sakaki's question, but instead teleported out of the room on its own.

"Boss..."

Masato looked at Sakaki.

Is this Pokémon called Mewtwo getting more and more outrageous?

“It doesn’t matter.” Of course, Sakaki knew what Makoto wanted to say. “As long as it doesn’t run away, let it think what it wants. It’s just a tool.”

If I were to truly rebel, then since I could create it, I could also destroy it.

His tone was very flat.

It was as if Mewtwo, who possessed the strength of a second-level god, was utterly vulnerable in his eyes.

But the bird didn't find it strange at all; instead, the fervor in its eyes intensified.

"Yes!"

She obediently lowered her head and left the room at Sakaki's instruction.

"Tamaki... Tetsuya?"

Looking at the photo in the top of the intelligence report, Sakaki spun his chair again. "Interesting guy, let me see just how valuable you are."

"But Cynthia..."

A glint of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes. "I wonder which of you two is stronger, you or that incompetent dragon envoy?"

The heavy atmosphere lingered in the room for a long time.

in the afternoon.

After a satisfying meal, Tetsuya was enjoying a relaxing soak in the pool.

That is, the Guandong region, which is warm all year round.

In any other place, soaking in a swimming pool in February would definitely cause problems.

"Ding, ding—"

The incessant beeping of his wristwatch was undoubtedly making Tetsuya somewhat irritated.

Who is it?

He muttered in dissatisfaction, raised his hand, and opened his eyes.

Upon seeing the note, Tetsuya immediately perked up.

The call was connected.

"Hey, Professor Oak, what can I do for you?"

"Ah, it's me."

Professor Oak's voice came through, "There is something I need your help with, but I think you're on vacation, right? Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

Tetsuya repeatedly denied it: "Of course not, just say what you want to say, I'm very free right now."

"You know about the Zapdos at the unmanned power plant, right? It seems there's been a bit of a problem over there today."

If it's convenient, I hope you can go over there now to check and resolve the issue. It shouldn't take you too much time.

Professor Oak said on the phone.

"An unmanned power plant?" Tetsuya was taken aback.

Isn't this where Daisuke just went? What happened?

and.

I don't know if it was just his imagination.

He felt that Professor Oak's tone was a bit strange today.

"Yes, it's probably an elf uprising."

As you know, the Electric-type Pokémon there are very strong, and most trainers simply can't handle them.

You're the closest, so I'll have to trouble you.

Professor Oak sounded tired: "I haven't had much rest lately, and I just saw the distress call from the personnel stationed there."

Tetsuya narrowed his eyes slightly and readily agreed, "Okay, I'll be right there."

"Then it's hard work for you."

After saying that, Professor Oak hung up the phone.

This awkward feeling...

Tetsuya looked at his watch and fell into deep thought.

After thinking for a few seconds, he dialed his friend's number: "Hiroki? It's me, Tetsuya. Can you help me look something up..."

Half an hour later.

"Beep—"

They watched as the magnificent Pidgeot soared into the sky from the Hualan Flight Field.

A black-clad man with an "R" logo on his clothes sent out a series of codes with a blank expression.

Chapter 568 Unmanned Power Plant (Edited in half an hour)

"That's interesting."

Tetsuya withdrew his gaze from the crowd below.

He looked somewhat displeased.

Why does someone have to ruin a perfectly good vacation on the very first day?

"Besides, this is really disrespectful to me."

Tetsuya shook his head helplessly.

Or is it that the idiot who's planning to sabotage him thinks he's that unsuspecting?

Think about it too.

Anyone who dares to do something behind Sakaki's back can't be very smart.

"The Rockets..."

Which official could it be?

Sitting cross-legged on the back of the Pidgeot, his eyes were filled with coldness.

below.