After an incredibly lavish dinner, both mother and daughter were successfully "knocked up" by Lorze's cooking, their stomachs bulging so much they physically couldn't take another bite, completely paralyzed on the couch.
The sheer deliciousness of the al even made Roxanne start having extrely dirty, long-term thoughts about little Lorze.
If her previous transaction with little Lorze was solely to indirectly taste her senior, now she clearly had a massive secondary reason to keep him locked by her side.
Thinking about it, having a man at ho who could cook this well was absolutely fantastic. It completely eliminated the hassle of going out to eat.
Moreover, little Lorze's culinary skills obviously surpassed many so-called professional chefs. He really was as absurdly talented as her senior bragged. No wonder her senior was so thoroughly addicted to him.
Then did that an little Lorze's massage techniques were just as god-tier as her senior claid?
If she ca ho from work every day to find a hot al perfectly prepared for her, and afterward received a deep, full-body massage from him... how unbelievably decadent and blissful would her life be?
Not bad at all. She'd gladly accept this man~.
Roxanne lay completely immobilized on the couch, not wanting to move a single muscle. She even wanted to summon Lorze over to continue servicing her and making her feel good, treating him entirely like her personal little boy toy.
Seeing his Auntie reduced to a completely useless societal parasite, Lorze desperately wanted to tackle her and ravage her body, but everything required moderation. He seriously needed to get to training.
So Lorze completely ignored his Auntie's summons. He decisively scooped up Ralts—who Ruo had dressed up like an adorable little porcelain doll—and imdiately Teleported them both up to the second floor without another word.
Azumarill had been waiting up here for a while. Unlike her perpetually slacking Trainer, this Azumarill was incredibly battle-hungry. To maintain her peak physical condition, she voluntarily ca upstairs to train every single day.
When Lorze proposed training together, she imdiately and happily agreed.
After all, she was basically the Pokémon that had watched Lorze grow up; obviously, she'd help him out with a small favor like this.
"Long ti no see, Big Sis Azumarill." Lorze stepped forward and affectionately stroked his Auntie's Pokémon.
"Azuma!" Azumarill nodded, wanting to reach out and gently pat his head too.
But she awkwardly realized that the current little Lorze was no longer the tiny toddler he used to be. He towered over her by a massive margin, making it impossible to pat his head like she used to.
Azumarill was an Aqua Rabbit Pokémon. At first glance, it looked like a massive blue egg that grew cute little arms, legs, and rabbit ears. The average height for its species was only 0.8 ters. Auntie's Azumarill was already 1 ter tall, proving it was exceptionally well-raised.
But compared to Lorze's nearly 1.8-ter fra, the height difference was still huge.
Lorze was very tactful. In terms of age, Azumarill was essentially his older sister. He didn't mind crouching down to let her pat his head.
"Azumarill, do you always train up here all by yourself?" Lorze recalled seeing Azumarill relentlessly practicing her punches alone when he first ca up, and couldn't help but feel concerned.
"Azuma... (Well, about that...)"
The mont training was brought up, Azumarill let out a deeply frustrated sigh, her rabbit ears drooping dejectedly.
She didn't usually train completely alone; she normally trained with little Ruo. As for where Roxanne was?
Rotting in bed scrolling through her phone, obviously. Did you really expect that lazy piece of trash to get fired up about training?
And even though it was technically "training with Ruo," Azumarill felt like she was basically just running a fucking daycare center.
Little did people know, when Ruo was a baby, she was the one changing the kid's diapers!
Who the fuck was the actual mother in this household?!
This often made Azumarill lant how the hell she ever ended up boarding the sinking pirate ship that was the Du family.
Back when she and Roxanne first t, the scene was actually incredibly touching...
At that ti, Azumarill hadn't evolved yet. She was just an ignorant, clueless wild Marill. Her absolute favorite thing to do was lay by the pond on a university campus, lazily basking in the sun all day long.
It just so happened that Roxanne had recently broken free from the dark shadow of her "Pokémon Phobia." One afternoon, she accidentally stumbled across the lazy, adorable Marill by the pond, and couldn't resist nervously reaching out to pet her.
That one courageous reach forged their destined encounter. As they spent more ti together, Marill quickly ford an unbreakable bond with Roxanne, becoming her official partner.
As a reward for her bravery, the Marill was discovered to possess the ultra-rare Huge Power Ability.
Pokémon with this Ability were instantly sniped off the market; encountering a wild one was practically impossible.
The story up to this point seed incredibly beautiful. A young girl bravely marching toward a new life, leading a lazy, sun-loving Pokémon as they began writing their epic destiny together.
In the beginning, Roxanne displayed an unearthly talent for Pokémon training. She developed a devastating combo-move sequence perfectly tailored to Marill's Huge Power.
Infected by her Trainer's relentless drive, Marill gradually shed her lazy, sun-bathing nature. She started pushing herself to the absolute limit alongside her Trainer, fiercely chasing the dream of the Champion's throne.
But God only knows exactly when it started—Marill was grinding harder and harder, yet the young girl marching toward a new life inexplicably gave up on herself overnight, gradually mutating into the supre Slacker Master she was today.
If you didn't know the context, you'd think the two of them had been hit by so bizarre Ability Swap.
But Azumarill knew exactly why. Her Trainer's complete spiral into self-destruction began on the night of that confession. After that night, it was as if she lost all aning in life, gradually abandoning her efforts and just aimlessly drifting through her days.
Azumarill had no idea how to comfort a heartbroken human. All she could do was try to inspire her through her own relentless, grueling efforts, praying it would reignite her Trainer's spark.
But so many years had passed, and Azumarill finally realized that so heartbreaks could simply never be healed, could they?
The only reason Azumarill still trained so brutally hard every single day was probably just deeply ingrained habit at this point. Even she had likely given up on reawakening the burning passion of that genius young Trainer.
"Azuma. (Sigh...)"
Azumarill sighed, sounding incredibly emotionally exhausted. She often fantasized: if that genius young girl hadn't thrown her life away, would they really be stuck as re Elite Trainers right now?
Azumarill profoundly acknowledged Roxanne's raw talent. It was undeniably the talent of a Champion.
Sadly, Roxanne was well over 30 now, far past the golden years of her pri. Her dream of becoming Champion was permanently dead and buried.
According to the rules of the World Pokémon League, the maximum age limit to participate in the World Pokémon Championship was 30.
Which ant even if Roxanne magically regained her pri form tomorrow, she could never enter the World Championship again. She could never step onto the grand stage she loved most.
This was a lifelong regret that Azumarill felt deeply for her.
"Azuma! (Let's not talk about Roxanne right now. If you need help with training, just let know anyti!)"
Azumarill didn't want to drown in depressing mories. She quickly shook off her lancholy and, like a reliable adult, patted her chest confidently, setting an example for Lorze.
All she could hope for now was that little Ruo or little Lorze could fulfill Roxanne's dead dream in the future...
Lorze caught the fleeting wave of profound sorrow radiating from Azumarill. But unaware of the tragic history behind it, he could only focus his current energy entirely on his own Ralts.
"Aweso. For now, Ralts just needs to practice Tracing your Ability, so I don't need any special help just yet."
Azumarill nodded, telling them to use the training equipnt however they pleased, before diving back into her own hardcore daily routine.
Lorze glanced at Azumarill's slightly lonely back, then imdiately initiated Ralts's Ability training.
The task Ralts needed to accomplish right now was incredibly simple. It was... not Tracing Azumarill's Ability.
Yes, you read that correctly. Not only was he not letting Ralts trace Azumarill's Huge Power, he was strictly demanding that she actively suppress the Trace.
The reason was simple: the exact mont Ralts laid eyes on Azumarill, her Trace Ability had involuntarily and uncontrollably activated.
Currently, Ralts was like a completely pristine, unstained mirror, automatically reflecting whatever light hit her.
This was actually a massive fucking problem. It ant she had absolutely zero control over her own Ability.
If this happened in a Double Battle, she wouldn't even be able to choose who she was tracing.
If one of her opponents was a Slaking, was she going to automatically trace the crippling 'Truant' Ability?!
Therefore, the first step was to drape a heavy cloth over Ralts the 'mirror'—completely suppressing her Ability—so she could choose exactly when to pull the cloth off.
As for how to drape that cloth over her Ability... how the fuck should Lorze know? That's exactly why they had to relentlessly train and figure it out through trial and error.
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