Natsu was panicking right now.
He was absolutely panicking.
At 8 a.m. this morning, just as Natsu was about to head to campus for class, he received a ssage from the World Champion himself.
[Red: Morning.]
[Natsu: …Red, sir, just say what you need to say.]
[Red: What's your address? I have sothing to send you.]
Natsu froze for a mont.
Send sothing?
It's not a death threat, is it?
I've only been off my livestream for three days!
With finals approaching, the pressure of his coursework had suddenly increased, forcing Natsu to temporarily put his livestreaming career on hold.
On top of that, he had to keep a close eye on Gastly to make sure it didn't cause any trouble while training on its own.
What kind of life is this?!
Everyone else is begging their Pokémon to train harder.
But here I am, with a Pokémon that's forcing to train!
As Natsu sighed, Red sent another ssage.
[Red: (Image)]
The image showed a sealed scroll with intricate patterns, exuding an indescribable aura.
[Red: This is sothing Mr. Koga asked to deliver to you.]
Koga?
Natsu paused for a mont, and an image of a masked ninja popped into his head.
As the forr Poison-type Gym Leader of the Kanto Region, Koga had climbed his way to the Johto Elite Four after three years of rigorous training, relying on his unpredictable Poison-type Pokémon.
This was definitely not soone to ss with!
[Natsu: Red, sir, you can keep it. There's really no need to send it to !]
[Red: No, this is Mr. Koga's lifelong 'Toxic' manuscript. He specifically asked to deliver it to repay a favor.]
Natsu was stunned.
'Toxic' manuscript?
The 'Toxic' manuscript of a Poison-type Elite Four mber?!
If Gastly trains with this, one wrong move, and I'm done for!
A cold sweat dripped down Natsu's forehead.
Trembling, Natsu typed out a reply.
[Natsu: When did he owe a favor?]
[Red: That 'Minimize Team' strategy of yours… well, it inspired him.]
Red had later watched Natsu's gaplay video.
In the eyes of the World Champion, if this strategy were to be used in practical battles, there were still plenty of flaws in the Minimize tactic.
But Koga had taken a different approach, using sheer numbers to make up for the shortcomings of the 'Minimize Team.'
Even Red had to admit.
In a wild battle, ambushing soone with hundreds of Minimized Pokémon could even put an Elite Four mber in danger!
Red muttered to himself, "I just hope Team Rocket… doesn't adopt this strategy."
Although Team Rocket's leader, Giovanni, was still missing, remnants of the organization were scattered across the regions.
Maintaining regional stability and apprehending these remnants was part of the Champion and Elite Four's duties.
anwhile, Natsu was having a full-blown crisis.
I inspired an Elite Four mber?
I'm not even a certified Trainer, and I'm out here teaching Elite Four-level Trainers?
"I must be so kind of genius!" Natsu muttered to himself.
[Red: Anyway, a delivery service will bring the scroll to your address.]
[Red: I'm sure this will be a great opportunity to improve your 'SubProtect Toxic' strategy. (Smile)]
Although Red didn't know Natsu's true strength, he believed that any Trainer who could inspire Elite Four mber Koga was no ordinary person.
This 'Toxic' manuscript would surely take Natsu's skills to the next level!
"This is why battling strong opponents is so exciting!"
Red clenched his fist, a fiery glint flashing in his dark eyes.
If Natsu knew that Red considered him a worthy opponent, he'd probably pack up and leave town overnight.
But for now, he put down his phone, looking utterly bewildered.
"SubProtect Toxic… all that's missing is Protect?"
He had once mocked Gastly's 'SubProtect Toxic' as a budget version.
But in just half a month, Gastly had not only mastered the use of 'Substitute,' but now it had also gotten its hands on the 'Toxic' manuscript from Poison-type Elite Four mber Koga?
This wasn't just a budget version anymore.
This was a full-on upgrade!
But it also filled Natsu with a deep sense of dread.
"If I let Gastly train with Toxic… am I signing my own death warrant?"
The 'Toxic' manuscript from Poison-type Elite Four mber Koga was undoubtedly a top-tier Technical Machine, worth at least a million Pokémon Coins.
But if Natsu tried to sell it, he'd probably be assassinated by Koga that very night.
In the end, the only option was to let Gastly learn from it.
Natsu's expression twisted as he muttered, "Why is everyone sending Technical Machines?"
"If you don't want them, give them to soone who needs them!"
Despite his complaints, Natsu still gave Red his contact information.
After all, a 'Toxic' manuscript worth millions of Pokémon Coins was too good to pass up.
Natsu's address also surprised Red.
Tokyo, huh?
With Natsu-sensei's strength, it's no surprise he's in Tokyo. He could probably rival the Tokyo Gym Leader.
That night, a Dragonite flew across the ocean and landed at Natsu's doorstep, drawing gasps from onlookers.
"Wow, a Dragonite! This is incredible!"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Natsu stepped forward and took the scroll from Dragonite's chubby little claws.
He discreetly slipped Dragonite a couple of Pokéblocks.
Dragonite glanced at the photo, then at Natsu, before happily popping the Pokéblocks into its mouth.
Dragonite: (′▽`〃)
If the police hadn't arrived in ti, Dragonite, who was hugging Natsu tightly, might have crushed his ribs.
"Damn, I don't know how Ash Ketchum handles Dragonite's hugs."
Natsu rubbed his sore chest, wincing in pain. "Being a Trainer is way too dangerous!"
After repeatedly confirming with Red that it was safe, Natsu returned to his room, unrolled the beautifully patterned scroll, and spread it out on the table.
Unlike Technical Machines that recorded moves, this handwritten manuscript required both the Trainer and Pokémon to have a deep understanding.
If the compatibility wasn't there, even a Pokémon capable of learning the move would struggle to master it.
But Natsu wasn't worried about Gastly's comprehension.
What he was worried about was his own safety.
"Gligar's tail stinger, Beedrill's venom, Drapion's glands…"
Natsu looked at the list of items required for training 'Toxic,' and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
These items were all highly toxic.
The thought of having these things in his house sent shivers down his spine.
The further he read, the paler Natsu's face beca.
"200,000 Pokémon Coins for Black Sludge, 2 million Pokémon Coins for Toxic Orb…"
"Is this move training or just burning money?!" Natsu cried out.
He glanced at Gastly.
Its eyes were shining like a child who had just discovered a new toy, its crimson tongue already twitching with excitent.
"You can't lick this stuff, you know," Natsu said with a complicated expression.
"What if it's toxic… oh wait, you're a Poison-type. Never mind!"
But no matter what, letting Gastly train with Toxic on its own was practically suicidal.
This wasn't a ga. In real life, Poison-type Trainers were almost always in mortal danger!
Last ti, while training Will-O-Wisp, they almost burned the house down.
This ti, training Toxic… Natsu didn't even want to imagine it!
Natsu stared at the priceless but dangerously ominous 'Toxic' manuscript on the table, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
"I really don't want this thing…"
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