Natsu imagined Sirfetch'd rapidly jabbing its leek through walls like a spear.
He glanced down at the duck.
Sirfetch'd t his gaze with a sharp, confident grin: "Sirfetch'd!"
Natsu turned to Bea dryly. "You ca prepared!"
"You flatter ." The gray-haired girl smiled shyly, headband fluttering.
Master seems very pleased with the gift~
Then she crouched, studying Sirfetch'd intently.
"Sirfetch'd?" The duck looked down its beak at her like a martial arts grandmaster.
"I plan to catch a Farfetch'd soday."
Bea looked up, eyes shining. "I hope you'll guide then, Master!"
Natsu blinked.
Teach how to be a professional slacker?
But if those Close Combat rapid jabs could crit every ti...
This duck might actually carry the team.
"Let's head back first."
Brock noticed the lingering crowd eyeing them eagerly.
Fans waiting for soone?
The mont he wondered, people sward Natsu.
"Natsu-sensei! Autograph please!"
"I've been a fan since your early streams!"
Natsu imdiately signed with a flourish.
"Master's so popular," Bea murmured.
"Well," Brock nodded, "he is Touran's Fighting Master."
After much effort, they finally returned to the hotel.
Bea bid farewell to prepare for her next match.
Entering his room, Natsu's eye twitched.
"Gengar!" The ghost had sticky notes plastered all over its face—clearly outplayed by Togepi.
"You can't even scare . Why the face?" Natsu laughed at its exaggerated expression.
"Gengar... (??ω??)"
Dejected, it licked Natsu's cheek—instantly rejuvenated.
"Gengar! （`▽`)"
Natsu casually popped a Cheri Berry while peeling off the notes.
Inside the room...
"Togepi~" The little one giggled, sitting beside a floating 1.5L cola bottle—levitating via faint blue Confusion energy.
"You're doing that?" Natsu stared.
Gengar shook its head, then proudly pointed at Togepi. "Gengar!"
Checking Togepi's moveset, Natsu's brow rose.
Extrasensory for telekinetic soda retrieval?
Are these two training harder than ?!
The slacker trainer coughed. "Just don't spill the—"
POP!
A caral geyser erupted, drenching the room.
Natsu wiped his face.
Sirfetch'd lowered its shield, relieved.
"Sirfetch'd! (≧▽≦)))"
"Duck stew tonight."
"Sirfetch'd? Σ(っ°Д°;)っ"
Surveying the ss, Natsu sighed.
At least the hotel's intact.
Consider it their version of "Dragon's Suction Technique."
"Togepi..." The egg Pokémon pouted at the wasted cola.
"Gengar!" It patted Togepi's head, producing another bottle.
"Togepi doo-ee! (｀▽｀)"
Natsu chuckled tiredly.
After calling housekeeping, an Indeedee arrived with a cleaning cart.
Gengar happily commandeered a mop.
"Gengar!" It humd while scrubbing.
No one does chores better than !
...
December 23rd, Monday - Light Snow
Christmas decorations adorned the tournant's vendor area.
Team Rocket's stall even launched a "Holiday Gacha Banner."
With business sense like this, they're destined for riches.
Natsu headed to his match, hoodie-clad with Gengar floating beside him.
Spectators already crowded the arena, their breath visible in the cold.
In the competitor tunnel, he spotted a pink-haired girl with a nose bandage.
Maylene—wearing just a sleeveless top—ran barefoot toward him.
"Aren't you cold?" Natsu couldn't help asking.
Maylene turned, eyes widening.
Touran's Fighting Master...
His reputation had spread through martial arts circles—
especially after Mustard's public praise.
"N-Not at all!" She grinned, then shivered.
Natsu: "..."
"Ahem!" Blushing, Maylene did high-knees. "See you inside, Natsu-sensei!"
In lore, Maylene's "austerity training" often ant skipping als.
Why buy shoes when barefoot builds character?
"Nine out of ten Gym Leaders are broke," Natsu mused. "The tenth is Giovanni."
Entering the battlefield, winter sunlight greeted roaring cheers.
"Next up—Touran's own Natsu!"
The comntator's shout electrified the crowd.
In the stands...
A tanned man with a blue mullet crossed muscular arms.
"So that's Natsu-sensei," murmured Brawly, Hoenn's Fighting Leader/surfer.
His remote island gym required boats or Surf to reach.
As Bruno's junior, he specialized in "Soft Style" versus his senior's "Hard Style."
"Indeed." Shirtless Chuck nodded beside him. "Gurkinn speaks highly of him."
"Rumor says he's an aura wielder too?"
Chuck's solemn confirmation made Brawly grin.
That Unburden speed burst from previous matches...
If I can spar with him today...
He clenched his fists. "Worth the trip."
On the field, Poké Balls flew as the referee's flag dropped.
"dicham, go!"
"Sirfetch'd," Natsu said calmly, "engage."
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