Trainer Academy, Sunlight Chamber
Gengar hopped excitedly before handing its Pokédex to the elderly administrator.
Trainer said to always be polite.
So Gengar deliberately stayed grounded and presented the device with both hands.
"Well hello there," the old man chuckled. "Where's your Trainer?"
"Gengar!" Using exaggerated gestures, the ghost Pokémon explained.
"Oh, coming later? No problem!"
The old man cheerfully scanned the Pokédex. At the beep, his eyebrows rose.
Must be new faculty... But this Pokédex model? Never seen anything like it.
Returning the device, he muttered, "Principal Earl Dervish ... recruited soone extraordinary this ti."
The Sunlight Chamber, true to its na, simulated Sunny Day conditions.
Perfect for honing Fire-type moves or practicing Sunny Day itself.
The old man watched Gengar enter with a Growlithe in tow.
Not thirty minutes later—
"Gengar! (￣▽￣)??"
The pair erged, Growlithe's fur slightly singed.
"D-done already?" the old man stamred.
"Growlithe! (｀0｀)"
The puppy proudly shook its charred tail.
Pfft! Fire Blast? Piece of cake!
Just gim another hundred days—I'll nail it for sure!
"Gengar." Hands on hips, the ghost tilted its head.
Who does this talent... remind of?
Should've mastered this in half a day!
Still... having foundations laid would make future training easier.
"Gengar!" It pointed toward the distant Thunder Room.
The old man blinked. "Right! Let get that door for you!"
...
"Hm? Gengar's already training in the Thunder Room?"
Natsu checked the Pokédex ssage during recess as students excitedly played cards.
Several had begged for his contact info—all refused.
"Top perforrs only. Your instructor plays favorites~"
"Damn it! I'll qualify for the League Tournant for sure!" a Bug Catcher vowed.
"Just wait, Instructor! I'll earn the Duel King title!" declared a spiky-haired boy.
"Instructor, the card pack rates are rigged! Admit it!"
Natsu's eye twitched.
Why so many questions?!
His gaze landed on Giselle, diligently copying type charts at her desk.
Arrogant... but promising.
Class had gone smoothly—
Natsu demonstrated battles using the lab's simulators (similar to the ani's ga interfaces but with holographic projections).
His flawless switches, clairvoyant predictions, and gloriously dirty tactics...
(Aside from terrible luck) outshone even Professor Erika's teachings.
Within one lesson, the class split into "Team Erika" (mostly boys) and "Team Natsu-sensei" (mostly girls).
"morizing type charts..."
Natsu's cough silenced the room.
"...is crucial because battles revolve around type advantages."
"Though overwhelming strength can overco disadvantages."
"Theory exists to make your journeys easier—"
"—not to chain your creativity."
"Simulations and lectures an nothing without real-world practice."
The students absorbed every word.
Giselle's eyes shone particularly bright.
"Most importantly..."
Natsu smiled.
"Trust your Pokémon."
"In battle, that trust becos their strength—standing firm, pushing limits..."
"Anyway!"
A desk slap startled daydreaming students.
"Ask Professor Erika your questions. Don't bother . Understood?"
The icy delivery contrasted his grin.
"No way!"
"But Natsu-sensei explains so much better!"
"Professor Erika can't compare!"
Amid the wails, Giselle tightened her grip on a Poké Ball.
Trust... my Pokémon?
Cubone... at the tournant... we'll show him what we're made of!
...
"Class dismissed!"
"Goodbye, Natsu-sensei!"
Waving off their bows, Natsu headed for the Thunder Room.
Forty-minute lesson... what trouble could they—
He froze.
The building had a gaping, lightning-scorched hole.
Outside, Gengar and Growlithe stared at the damage with mixed expressions.
"Gengar??(｀Д｀)..." (Paycheck deduction incoming~)
"Growlithe! (｀0｀)"
"Explain." Natsu deadpanned at the administrator.
The old man scowled.
You're asking ?
When Pokémon exceed facility limits...
This happens!
Natsu: "Security footage? Compensation's irrelevant—I just want closure."
The old man led him to the surveillance room.
The recording showed the Thunder Room crackling with artificial lightning—
designed to stimulate Pokémon for move mastery.
Gengar cautiously touched a lightning pillar... then blinked.
This is it?
"Gengar!（`▽`)"
It frolicked through the storm, practicing Thunderbolt while shaking its rear.
"Growlithe~~"
The unevolved pup channeled currents for Wild Charge, rampaging like a furry torpedo!
Then—
CRACK!
A malfunctioning generator unleashed a catastrophic bolt, blasting open the roof.
The footage froze on two guilty faces.
Natsu massaged his temples.
First day... and you blew up the school?
Impressive.
Gengar learning Thunderbolt was expected...
But Growlithe mastering Wild Charge pre-evolution?
Our ho's dood once it becos Arcanine.
Seeing the pup's drooping ears, Natsu sighed.
"Repair costs?"
"Principal will decide," the old man whispered.
Rumors were right... This instructor's Pokémon match his... uniqueness.
...
Principal Earl Dervish arrived unfazed.
"Facility upgrades were overdue. This expedites the process."
Stroking his beard, he nodded approvingly.
Natsu nearly wept.
Principal... You angel!
"Train our students well, and you may demolish more rooms!"
Dervish clapped Natsu's shoulder. "Just ace the Inter-School Tournant!"
"I'll handpick the best candidates!"
Natsu thumped his chest.
Slacking off? Maybe just a little.
Several students showed promise—especially that "Duel King" aspirant.
Wait...
Doesn't Giselle owe twenty type charts?
As Natsu pondered this, a devious smirk crept across his face.
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