During dinner, the mother and son ate an incredibly spartan al. In order to squeeze out more funds to cultivate the Ralts, they would probably have to heavily tighten their belts and live like peasants for the foreseeable future.
However, the one under the most suffocating pressure was his mother; after all, she was the one footing the bill.
As for Lorze... as a jobless high school student, even knowing his mother was going to work herself to the bone in the coming days, there was absolutely nothing he could do to help.
The only thing he could do was dig out Ralts's maximum potential. Only by cultivating Ralts into a capable fighter could he ensure he didn't betray his mother's massive expectations.
You could say both mother and son had fully entered "combat-ready mode."
In contrast, Ralts's mood was completely relaxed. Because she had lost her ability to sense other people's emotions, she couldn't read the imnse, crushing pressure hiding inside his mother's heart.
As a newborn Pokémon experiencing the human world for the very first ti, she showed an intense curiosity toward absolutely everything in the house.
But a Pokémon like Ralts is naturally quite docile. Even though she was curious, she didn't run around recklessly touching things. Instead, she just sat quietly in Lorze's lap, sipping on one of the bottles of Moomoo Milk his mother bought through a straw, while curiously observing her surroundings.
Moomoo Milk truly lived up to its reputation as a premium product from Miltank; its rich, creamy aroma filled the entire room, making anyone's mouth water.
Ralts had never tasted anything so deliciously decadent in her life, her little eyes squinting in absolute blissful enjoynt.
At that mont, she noticed Lorze seed to be watching her, so she lifted the Moomoo Milk toward him, as if offering to share it.
Lorze felt his heart lt at Ralts's offer to share her milk, and honestly, he was craving a sip too. However, he just smiled faintly, refusing to steal food from his own Pokémon. He gently stroked her tiny head and said, "You drink it, I'm already full. Get a good night's rest tonight, because tomorrow we start your training. Once you get stronger, we'll be far better equipped to help you find your mommy."
"Ralt!"
Ralts nodded firmly, not rejecting the idea of training at all. As long as it ant she could quickly find her lost mother, she was willing to endure absolutely anything.
So, she went back to happily sucking down her Moomoo Milk, her tiny face brimming with radiant happiness.
Ever since she was separated from her mother, she had spent a long ti drowning in utter confusion and paralyzing terror.
Whether it was the strange new world or the unfamiliar humans and Pokémon, in her eyes, they were all just as horrifying as the scumbags who burned down her ho. You could say her ntal state had long been teetering on the very edge of a complete breakdown.
To feel this safe, to experience a warmth just like being back in her mother's embrace—this was the very first ti she had felt this since then.
This inevitably made the little girl Ralts develop a massive emotional dependency. Now, she didn't want to be separated from her Trainer for even a single fucking second.
She gently shrank her body deeper into Lorze's chest, just like she used to curl up in her mother's warm embrace, desperately wanting to stay with him forever.
Ralts was already fully ntally prepared to listen to Lorze's commands and train her ass off.
But to be completely honest... when it ca to exactly how he was supposed to train this Ralts, Lorze didn't have a fucking clue.
Training a Pokémon definitely wasn't as simple as just dragging them outside for a jog to build up so muscle. If you wanted to effectively skyrocket a Pokémon's combat power, the absolute most critical thing was training their Moves and Abilities.
The only moves Ralts currently had in her arsenal were probably Confusion and Teleport, maybe Growl?
As for Growl, he could definitely try to develop it in the future; maybe he could eventually upgrade it into a devastating Hyper Voice.
However, for the ti being, he absolutely didn't have the spare resources to waste on cultivating Ralts's non-STAB (Sa Type Attack Bonus) moves. As a Psychic-type Pokémon, Ralts would undoubtedly master Psychic-type moves much faster.
As for Fairy-type moves... sorry, but up until now, this world hadn't even discovered the existence of Fairy-type Pokémon. Currently, Ralts was strictly classified as a pure Psychic-type.
As for the reason why, Lorze wasn't exactly sure either. Maybe the Fairy-type energy hadn't "awakened" in this world yet.
But he could definitely start doing so early research into how to help Pokémon awaken their dormant Fairy typing. If he succeeded, wouldn't he beco the literal pioneer and discoverer of the Fairy type?
Of course, that was all shit for the future. Right now, he didn't have the spare energy to dick around with that.
If he wanted Ralts to rapidly develop viable combat power, he had to start grinding her Psychic-type moves.
Therefore, Ralts's current move training only had one single objective: find a way to exponentially boost her ntal energy and try to upgrade her Confusion into a fully-fledged Psychic attack.
With a massive base power of 90, Psychic was a move that could absolutely serve as a deadly ultimate finisher.
As for training her Ability...
If he guessed right, Ralts's Ability should be Trace.
The reasoning was simple. Earlier, when he first held Ralts, her body weight was incredibly light—she practically weighed less than a basketball a guy practiced with for two and a half years.
But after coming out of her checkup at the Pokémon Center, her weight had instantly doubled.
The reason obviously couldn't be that she got fucking fat from eating too many pills in the Pokémon Center, right?
The only logical explanation was that she had traced that Scizor's Ability. That Scizor was undoubtedly running the Light tal Ability, which halved its own body weight.
Regarding Ralts's Trace Ability, he had to admit, in the gas, this Ability was pretty damn awkward. It wasn't totally useless, but it was basically just "better than nothing."
But in reality, the power to literally copy soone else's innate abilities sounded completely fucking overpowered.
And factually, it was. Over the half-year since he transmigrated, Lorze had constantly seen a certain individual's famous na plastered all over the news.
She was widely hailed as the single most likely person in Hua Nation's younger generation to seize the title of Elite Four. Many people already defaulted to treating her as the next Elite Four mber, even dubbing her the "Psychic Elite."
Her na was Xue Tong. She was a super-hot, red-haired bombshell, and also an incredibly rare human psychic. Her ace Pokémon was a Shiny Gardevoir.
Her Gardevoir also had the Trace Ability, and it had been developed to the absolute maximum limit. Not only could her Gardevoir freely choose who to trace, but she could also perfectly retain the copied Ability for an entire fucking day without it wearing off.
This ant she could flawlessly adapt to different opponents by tracing specific Abilities right before a match started, completely catching her enemies with their pants down.
The Trainers standing across the arena from her never had a fucking clue what Ability her Gardevoir was currently running.
Sotis it was "Adaptability" to massively boost her damage output, and other tis it was the absolute nightmare-inducing "Protean."
Tell , how the fuck are you supposed to fight against that?
You've already lost half the battle before it even starts.
Lorze had to admit, there was a very good reason Xue Tong had locked in her spot as an Elite. This thod of Ability training was truly absurdly overpowered, so... I'm completely stealing that shit right now!
Lorze planned to walk the exact sa path as Elite Xue Tong. However, for now, it was nothing more than a wet dream. He didn't have a single clue on how to make a traced Ability stick around permanently.
What if this was so bullshit only a literal human psychic like Xue Tong could pull off?
Still, giving up without even trying wasn't his style. He didn't have a better training direction right now anyway, so he'd just try it out and see what happened.
Of course, the prerequisite was confirming whether his Ralts actually possessed the Trace Ability in the first place. What if he completely fucked up his deduction?
Even if she did, who the hell was he supposed to find to help them with this Ability training?
Don't forget, among the massive expenses of raising a Pokémon, one major category was "Training Costs."
Especially for Ralts's Trace Ability—if he wanted to train it, he needed to find a target for her to copy.
Nobody was going to unconditionally lend him their Pokémon for a whole day. At the end of the day, he had to pay for it!
Maybe he could try hitting up his classmates first. Classmates would definitely be more willing to spar and train with him for free, right?
But the free route ca with a massive downside: he would inevitably expose the existence of his pure white Shiny Ralts way too early, opening himself up to the imnse risk of greedy bastards targeting him.
Sure, a secret like this was bound to get exposed sooner or later, but he at least wanted to wait until he had so decent combat power to defend himself!
Tch... What a massive fucking headache. Raising a Pokémon is seriously no easy task.
When you get right down to it, he was just totally fucking broke. If only he had fat stacks of cash, life would be so much easier, right? or2
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