"I got signed up again?"
Natsu stood frozen for a long mont.
Wait, wasn't I just negotiating with the renovation captain?
Is it that your System is bound to? Why does it keep getting stuck with this bug every day?
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"Calm down…"
Relying on past experience, Natsu took a deep breath and scanned his surroundings.
His eyes landed on Gengar, holding the Pokédex.
"Gengar! ヽ(￣▽￣)"
Gengar looked very happy, and threw a Lick over, then put his hands on his hips proudly.
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Natsu rubbed his tingling cheek and asked blankly, "Did you register using the Pokédex?"
Like a smartphone, the Pokédex had internet functions.
But for the League Tournant, shouldn't he need eight badges?
This wasn't so rookie competition—the process shouldn't be this convenient, right?
"Gengar!" Gengar nodded boldly.
It had seen Natsu training ga Evolution earlier and didn't want to interrupt.
Besides, sothing as simple as registration shouldn't trouble its Trainer!
Just focus on competing—leave the logistics to !
Natsu felt a dull ache in his chest.
Joining the League Tournant… wasn't impossible.
But the difficulty was too low, and it clashed with the Lunar New Year.
Rather than battling, Natsu would rather spend ti celebrating the holiday.
Not to ntion…
Two weeks of competition, and the prize money might not even cover Blastoise's potion expenses…
"What's wrong?"
Sabrina walked over, arms crossed, her tone indifferent.
Though her expression was as stoic as ever, her face looked slightly pale amidst the wreckage of Saffron Gym.
At this mont, the fates of two Team Rocket Executives felt strangely similar…
"Nothing, just got registered for the Indigo Plateau Conference," Natsu said.
Sabrina blinked.
This guy… is really going to another beginner tournant?
Back when her ntor was in Toran, she'd heard about him joining all kinds of student competitions.
Now that he was signing up for the Indigo Plateau Conference… honestly, it was his style.
"Good luck," Sabrina said flatly, already mourning the future contestants.
"Blastoise… ヾ(■_■)"
Blastoise picked up its sunglasses from the ground, sterilized them with hot water, and put them back on.
Mastering ga Evolution wasn't an overnight feat—even Korrina had trained for years.
Natsu had only wanted to test it out, improving safety during wild encounters.
Now that he had a better grasp, he recalled Blastoise into its Dive Ball.
"We'll train ga Evolution slowly."
Still puzzled, Natsu wondered:
"But how did the registration even work?"
Not just Gengar—even Natsu-sensei didn't know the Tournant Committee's contact info.
Unless… Professor Oak's special Pokédex had so kind of privilege?
"Gengar, let see the Pokédex," Natsu said.
"Squirtle," Gengar mimicked.
"??? What kind of nonsense have you been learning?"
Natsu opened the Pokédex, which displayed his Trainer info.
Beneath his ID, it showed he possessed eight badges, their slots gleaming brightly.
"Hmm… The Gym Leaders must've registered these."
As he scrolled further, he paused at the call log.
Missed call: Professor Oak…
In that instant, Natsu felt he was getting closer to the truth.
He tapped the number to call back.
Beep… beep… beep—
"Natsu?"
Professor Oak's voice brightened. "Ah, you've finished training, I take it?"
"Yeah."
Natsu nodded stiffly, clearing his throat. "I just wanted to ask… about the League Tournant registration."
"Hahaha! I knew you'd ask about that!"
Professor Oak laughed heartily. "I already went ahead and registered you myself!"
"Consider it a small favor—no need to thank . Just focus on competing!"
Natsu's expression slowly froze, forcing a strained smile.
So the traitor was Professor Oak all along!
"Speaking of which," Professor Oak mused, crossing his arms, "if Ash hadn't ntioned it, I wouldn't have even known you were joining the Indigo Plateau Conference."
"Back in the day, Red won it all, while Green and Blue Oak placed high… I even battled Agatha myself once."
His gaze grew distant, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Ah, those mories feel so long ago now!"
Natsu's ears perked up at the keyword—Ash.
Imdiately, Natsu started seriously contemplating…
Maybe I should teach that kid a lesson when I'm in Sinnoh…
But it seed the registration was already set in stone—personally endorsed by the eminent Professor Oak, no less.
Natsu fell into thought.
Backing out now might cause unnecessary trouble. Might as well show up.
At worst, he could treat it like a spring trip to Indigo Plateau. Not a bad deal.
"Oh, by the way," Professor Oak suddenly added, snapping back to reality with a cough, "if you have ti, swing by the Oak Research Institute."
"I'll upgrade that special Pokédex of yours."
"Huh? The Pokédex can be upgraded?" Natsu blinked.
Wait, so I've been using a regional Pokédex this whole ti, and now I'm getting the national version?
"Indeed. Added so new datasets and a few plugins too."
Professor Oak chuckled mysteriously. "You'll see when you get here."
"Sure."
Natsu agreed easily.
"But focus on your training first—don't let this distract you."
Professor Oak rubbed his chin, grinning uncharacteristically.
"I'm… very curious to see how you'll perform!"
"Right. I'll call you again in February." Natsu coughed awkwardly.
"Good luck at the Indigo Plateau Conference!"
The call ended.
Natsu patted Gengar's head with a resigned smile.
"Let's give the younger ones so room to shine."
If Gengar actually competed… a lot of Trainers might end up traumatized.
After all, the Indigo Plateau Conference's skill level fluctuated wildly depending on the participants.
The 9th "Golden Generation" had Red and Blue Oak clashing in an all-ti legendary battle.
But by Ash's year…
A scrawny Krabby sweeping three Pokémon in a row? That was just embarrassing.
Besides, Natsu didn't care about rankings.
What mattered was letting his team enjoy the battles.
If he had to compete, he'd rather field his second-string Pokémon.
"Sirfetch'd! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻"
From inside its Premier Ball, Sirfetch'd sobbed.
"Room to shine?! Why not just let Gengar steamroll everyone?!"
Sirfetch'd was exhausted—nightly leek drills, coaching the rookies…
When do I get to slack off?!
"Gengar…"
Gengar poked its fingers together, dejected.
But it quickly bounced back, diving into Natsu's shadow like an Olympic swimr.
"Gengar!"
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I'll train everyone extra hard so we can win it for you, Trainer!
Sabrina's eyes flickered open, her psychic senses picking up the flood of emotions from the Pokémon.
For the first ti in a while, her lips twitched upward.
At least Team Rocket's ntor wasn't a cold-hearted man.
If anything… he radiated reassurance and strength.
"Natsu-sensei." Sabrina said flatly. "The group chat and I will be cheering for you."
"Group chat?"
"You didn't know?"
Sabrina actually looked surprised.
"Everyone in the group already knows you're competing."
Natsu froze.
He pulled up the chat, his face cycling through several expressions.
…So I'm the last one to find out?
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