[Flawless Commands Lv3: Your command style is elegant and dazzling, with showmanship worthy of a Contest Hall Champion. (Power is temporary—style is eternal.)]
The System, for once, made its presence known by offering a skill that was "almost useless."
[?]
Natsu carefully examined the skill's description before realizing—
Okay, maybe it wasn't completely useless.
[Flawless Commands Lv3] functioned more like an active skill.
Natsu could activate it whenever he needed to adapt to different Pokémon Contest formats.
For example, during exhibition matches (or, more accurately, flexing matches).
After all, flashy trainers always drew more attention—and higher appearance fees.
Besides.
Every trainer had their own distinct command style.
Take "The Battler" Red—his approach was pure, no-nonsense efficiency. Win, no matter what.
Gold's style leaned toward chaotic wild battles, which often backfired in regulated formats.
Then there were Pokémon Coordinators like Wallace and Juan, who prioritized technique and spectacle, blending strength with artistry.
In a way…
[Flawless Commands Lv3] refined Natsu's command style, making it more versatile—and subtly enhancing his tactical depth.
"But… what is my command style, anyway?"
Natsu looked up, lost in thought.
Probably sothing like "grind the opponent's sanity down with status effects and perfect switches."
The equivalent of a priest casting "Mind Vision" and "Thoughtsteal" before smugly whispering "Wow."
"In other words…"
Natsu nodded, satisfied.
Why risk his team's health when he could win at full HP?
Besides, after a lifeti of cursed luck, wasn't he entitled to a few Baby Cup stomps?
Keep farming. Keep surviving.
Still browsing the System interface, Natsu grabbed a cola from the fridge.
In the living room…
"Gengar~!"
Gengar floated mid-air, puffing bubbles from a foam wand, eyes comically wide.
"Togepi doo-ee!"
Togepi chased the drifting bubbles, tiny hands outstretched—
Pop!
"Gengar?" It tilted its head before scampering after the next one.
Natsu smirked.
His mind flashed to Dawn's Togekiss from the Diamond and Pearl ani.
In Sinnoh, Pokémon Contests were a cultural phenonon—Wallace and Fantina were household nas.
Hoenn's power couple, Ruby and Sapphire, were elite Coordinators too.
These weren't just perforrs—their techniques had real battle rit.
With [Pokéblock Crafting], [Flawless Commands], and [Cooking]-baked Poffins…
Natsu-sensei could easily snag a Top Coordinator title.
But he was too busy making money to bother.
Fzzzt!
Natsu slumped onto the couch, cracking open the cola to celebrate barely beating Steven.
"Gengar~!"
Suddenly, Gengar swiveled the foam wand—
Bubbles barreled straight at Natsu.
"Nani?!"
In panic, he yanked Sylveon off the couch as a shield.
"Sylveon! (╬ Ò﹏Ó)"
It shook its ribbons furiously before headbutting his chest.
"M-My bad! Reflexes!"
"Gengar! (≧▽≦)"
Cackling, Gengar waved the wand like a maniac, bubbles flooding the room.
"Arcanine!"
Arcanine lunged into the fray, snapping at bubbles with ferocious glee.
"Sirfetch'd! ( ˘ ³˘)♥"
Sirfetch'd struck a warrior's pose, leek flashing—
Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Sirfetch'd!! "
Tears of joy. Its accuracy had skyrocketed!
Truly, I am the mightiest duck!
Then—
A pressure erupted from the fish tank.
"Blastoise… (■_■)"
Water cascaded off its shell as it rose like a leviathan awakening.
Cannons locked. Glasses glinted.
Natsu blinked.
Blastoise never failed to own the mont.
...
Topping the simulated battles, aside from newly unlocked skills,
the System also granted a Random Orange Item and a Skill Level-Up Ticket.
Natsu: "No surprises here—this item's gotta be a Berry… Wait, it's not!?"
Natsu-sensei was utterly shocked.
The System responded with a silent [?].
This ti, what he picked up was a faintly shimring Dawn Stone—a rare and valuable find.
Sabrina's Calm Mind Training thod had ntioned these high-quality Dawn Stones.
Natsu hesitated for a mont.
In the end, he decided against selling it to Steven and instead handed it to Sylveon.
Just kidding… What if I sell it to Steven, only to buy it back later?
As for the last upgrade ticket,
Natsu hadn't decided which skill to boost yet.
Though [Close Combat Lv4] had the best cost-performance ratio,
leveling up [Fishing Lv4] to catch Kyogre sounded tempting too.
He'd save it for now… Who knows? During a wild battle, if he got overpowered in a fistfight, he could just yell:
'Rotom, allocate the points!!'
The friendly match with Steven had officially concluded.
Reflecting on the original purpose of this battle,
Natsu wanted to prove that faith and essence could coexist.
"If you love it, let it shine on the World Championships stage." That was a saying among battle enthusiasts.
Soone like Steven, who truly adored Beldum and still reached world No. 1 with tagross, was incredibly fortunate.
"As for my own faith…"
Natsu suddenly murmured to himself, glancing back at the little ones roughhousing in the living room.
Clearly, these were his answers.
Then, Natsu's expression shifted abruptly:
"Play all you want, but no wrecking the house! It's the middle of the night—good luck finding a renovation team… STOP!!"
In the quiet night, the villa remained brightly lit, echoing with Natsu's desperate cries.
Gengar stood in the foam-covered, disaster-stricken living room, giving a thumbs-up with a sharp-toothed grin:
"Gengar!"
...
Luckily, it was just Blastoise's move Bubble Beam, flooding the entire penthouse.
All they had to do was clean up the foam.
"At least the bubbles didn't blast through the walls… Small rcies."
Natsu muttered, leaving the little ones to handle the ss.
"Sylveon! ヾ(≧▽≦*)ヾ"
"Togepi doo-ee~ ヽ(￣▽￣)ノ"
The little ones hopped around in the thick layer of foam, making it clear that cleanup would take a while.
But he'd be pulling an all-nighter editing videos anyway…
"Gengar, clean this up before dawn. We're having soy milk and fried dough sticks tomorrow!"
"Gengar!"
Gengar's voice echoed back.
Natsu chuckled, organizing his cards.
After a polite inquiry to Gold—which was declined—
Natsu successfully scheduled the review session—ti for grind mode…
The eastern sky paled with first light.
Natsu, dark circles under his eyes, let out a yawn.
While typing the title, he paused, surprised.
"Already this many episodes?"
But episode by episode, Natsu had gone from a small Tokyo strear to Indigo Plateau Conference Champion.
Natsu smiled faintly, clicked upload, and called over his shoulder:
"Sirfetch'd, do you prefer leek pancakes or fried dough?"
"Sirfetch'd! (′꒳`)σ"
Don't ask. The answer is "I eat myself." Ask again and I'll end it all!
[Ding! Your video has been uploaded!]
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