"You ca?"
Inside the modest house in Viridian City suburbs, the hunched figure of Agatha showed surprise.
"Last ti you visited the Research Institute. Can't I return the favor?" Professor Oak said righteously.
"Silver-tongued devil." Agatha tapped her cane and snorted, "Gengar, see a visitor out!"
"Geng Sirfetch'd!" Gengar erged from Agatha's shadow, waving its claws nacingly as it floated before Professor Oak, then playfully lowered its head.
"Well, long ti no see, Haun—no, should call you Gengar now." Professor Oak smiled while patting Gengar's head.
"Gengar!" Gengar seed delighted, nuzzling against Professor Oak's palm like reuniting with an old friend.
Grandma Agatha's expression darkened.
"Let be direct."
Professor Oak cleared his throat. "That Gengar drawing you left at the Research Institute last ti—"
"Wasn't ."
"Then who drew it?" Professor Oak blinked.
"You... saw wrong."
Seeing Agatha's familiar stubbornness, Professor Oak smiled helplessly.
Ti had passed. There was joy in reuniting with an old friend, yet also a sense of release.
"Perhaps I didn't see wrong."
Professor Oak sat down uninvited. "I ca regarding so juniors' request."
Hearing he needed her help,
Agatha suddenly perked up, smirking coldly. "Whatever you want, I have one condition."
"Which is?"
Grandma Agatha stared straight at the aging Samuel Oak.
Just like when young Agatha once challenged Pallet Town's strongest Trainer.
"Battle ."
The wrinkles on Grandma Agatha's face twisted into a smirk:
"Have you grown too weak to even hold Poké Balls now?"
"Losing to an Elite Four mber like is expected—no, deserved!"
Professor Oak in his white coat broke into sweat.
This was the sharp-tongued Agatha he rembered...
But regarding battles—
Professor Oak suddenly removed his lab coat, folded it neatly, revealing a black tank top and sturdy muscles.
"I never neglected training all these years, Agatha."
Professor Oak said gravely, "Then let's battle!"
Sunlight stread harshly outdoors.
Agatha froze.
He'd kept training all this ti?
Impossible!
He's the leader of scientific research... a traitor to his Trainer vows!
Agatha gripped her cane, eyes closed in long silence, then took out a Poké Ball. "Then show your current strength..."
Don't disappoint . Agatha rasped:
"Challenger, Viridian City, Agatha!"
For a mont, it felt like the Kanto League Tournant scene from decades ago.
The square-jawed man before her summoned his Poké Ball, his arrogant Kangaskhan roaring beside him.
Snapping back to reality—only an aged Kangaskhan and a determined old man remained.
"Challenger, Pallet Town, Samuel Oak!"
"Go, Gengar!"
"Kangaskhan, Fake Out!"
...
"You got Grandma Agatha's licensing?"
Natsu stared in surprise at Professor Oak, who was clutching his lower back, and asked nervously, "Are you okay?!"
"I-I'm fine!" Professor Oak laughed, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Just pulled a muscle from lack of exercise!"
Natsu nodded solemnly.
It was easy to imagine… Professor Oak had risked life and limb for this!
"Thank you, Professor Oak!" Natsu said, moved.
"If you don't help gather data on Legendary Pokémon, this isn't over!" Professor Oak shouted.
"Nani! Σ(っ°Д°;)っ You never ntioned that before!"
With Kangaskhan's support, Professor Oak hobbled back to the Research Institute to recover, still clutching his aching back.
Leaving Natsu-sensei standing there, Gengar and the electronic Pokédex floating beside him, utterly bewildered.
"Rotom."
Natsu turned and said seriously:
"When we go to Sinnoh, don't forget to collect data on Legendary Pokémon."
"Beep… Roger that, Rotom!"
Rotom scratched its head and asked curiously:
"Isn't the Trainer coming along too?"
"Huh? Data collection is the Pokédex's job. What does the Trainer have to do with it?"
"!?" Rotom was stunned.
That made perfect sense. No way to argue with that, Rotom!
...
"Make sure the character art looks good~"
In the chat group, Lorelei, having heard about the project from Misty, tagged Natsu-sensei:
"And keep the age settings strictly confidential!"
"I rember."
Gold rubbed his chin and reminisced: "Back when I was ten, I'd already heard of Auntie Lorelei's reputation…"
[Group mber 'Gold' has been removed by Group Admin 'Lorelei']
Lorelei pretended nothing had happened and smiled. "What do you think, Natsu-sensei?"
"Got it! I'll splurge on the artwork!" Natsu paused suddenly.
Wait, I'm the Group Owner. Why am I nervous?!
But then it hit him.
The male mbers were mostly discussing how their teams' levels should be set.
The female mbers, anwhile, were debating whether to prepare extra outfits for their character art.
Natsu's heart skipped a beat.
So these were the sa people who turned Pokémon Sword into Pokémon: Fashionista?!
What? I played as a female character too? Never mind, then.
Among the remaining Gym Leaders…
Poison-type Leader Janine, as Natsu-sensei's veteran fan, eagerly signed up.
Lt. Surge initially thought it was too much trouble.
Putting himself out there wasn't sothing a Unova colonel should bother with…
"But Natsu-sensei said the ga might help you gain followers after release," Misty pointed out.
"Oh? Could we use that to promote stuff?" Green blinked.
"My perfu shop's business would probably pick up too," Erika said with a soft smile.
Lt. Surge, thinking of his musician account with over 10k followers, was struck with inspiration: "I'm in!"
"Um… is there no Johto Region?" Jasmine asked shyly, her face red.
"Ah… maybe in the next ga. We're testing the waters first," Natsu-sensei replied.
Steven's eyes lit up with sudden interest.
If Natsu-sensei's project expanded to Hoenn…
Would he get to battle himself in-ga?
"Why didn't Devon's ga developnt team think of this…?" Steven muttered.
Over at the Cinnabar Island resort, Mr. Blaine had no objections either.
Joining the youngsters' activities made Blaine stroke his beard and type furiously:
"Oho!! I'm fired up now!"
"Huh? Did everyone leave?"
Blaine stared at the silent chat group, suddenly feeling a little lancholy.
...
With the licensing officially settled,
Natsu handed the new project over to Oleana.
"The artwork has to look good!"
"Understood!" Oleana said coolly. "I'll stress that to Artist Mina repeatedly!"
The remastered Pokémon would feature battles in Pokémon Battle's real-ti command style.
From a design perspective, it was like Pokémon Battle with an added storyline.
Natsu gazed at the sky.
The Pokémon world's tech tree was always maxed out in the weirdest places.
Like Poké Ball teleportation, trade evolutions, flying battleships…
And in the gaming industry,
Lysandre Labs' virtual imaging tech in Kalos.
This tech could probably even be used for card gas…
...
February 19th, Friday.
After days of busywork, Natsu-sensei finally had so downti.
Pokémon: FireRed was already in production.
Before the official release… they could even invite Ash and the others to record a the song together.
With that wrapped up, the most pressing matter now—
"Gotta go find Moe-Moe!…"
Planning to pack over the weekend, Natsu prepared for the trip.
That evening,
Natsu went live after a long hiatus.
The mont the stream started, gift effects flooded the screen, instantly lagging the interface.
"Stop the donations, guys… Mods, ban anyone who keeps donating."
Natsu coughed. "This is just a preview. I'll stream the new strategy after moving!"
"Shocking! Natsu-sensei's about to go rogue again!"
"I've already got my hospital slot booked. Just tell us when you're streaming, Natsu-sensei!"
"Ugh, can't beat Natsu-sensei as a Trainer, can't beat him in-ga… Guess I've only got my looks going for ."
Since it was just a preview,
That night's stream featured the pungent Plants vs. Zombies and so poker.
"Heh, place one Ferrothorn, then four Seedots… Can't bite now! So annoying!"
But according to witnesses,
The stream echoed with Natsu-sensei's snarls: "Lawn mower, save !!"
"Zombie walked into the house, took one look at Natsu-sensei, and left in disgust."
"Can't eat anymore. Seriously, no more!"
During the classic poker segnt,
Natsu-sensei, the 'Philanthropic Gambling King,' had Rotom as a card counter, steadily boosting his win rate.
"Using Rotom Pokédex as a card counter?!"
"That's so ssed up. Permaban material!"
The stream was filled with laughter, another day of Natsu-sensei being hilariously bad.
"Thanks for the Rocket, 'Where's Natsu-sensei moving to?'"
Natsu skimd the chat and mused, "Traveling to Sinnoh. Also visiting Moe-Moe!."
Instantly, the chat turned lemon-yellow with envy.
"The pinnacle of Pokémon shouldn't involve romance!"
"Won only slow down my Poké Ball throws… Don't stop , I'm not jealous!"
"Sinnoh, Moe-Moe!… If you know, you know. Small community, gotta dip."
...
After an entertainnt-packed, classic lightning-speed stream ending,
The night deepened.
Lying in bed, Natsu tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
"Gengar."
"Gengar?"
In the darkness, Natsu looked at Gengar, its white teeth gleaming.
Sylveon's ears peeked out from the blankets, as if eavesdropping.
The little ones seed fast asleep.
But Natsu kept hearing faint rustling, as if they were sensing his mood.
"It's nothing."
A gentle smile crossed Natsu's face.
"We'll pack in the morning."
"We're moving out!"
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