Bottom Trainer II (Pokemon)

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"Grrr-" After touching down, Lance, that frigid fuck, couldn't help but shiver his ass off. "The temperature in Opelucid City is a bit low. Is the weather getting colder than a witch's tit?" He rubbed his hands together like a damn hobo begging for change.

As both a Dragon-type and Flying-type Pokémon Trainer, Lance, the cold-hating bastard, wasn't a huge fan of chilly weather. Of course, just not liking it didn't mean he couldn't hack it. He wasn't some weak-ass Magikarp, after all.

"Indeed."

Natsu, the poor bastard stuck with him, replied, looking west and frowning. When he left before, the temperature in Opelucid City wasn't this goddamn low. It was like someone opened a damn freezer and forgot to close it.

Dragonite, the big lug, quietly sidled closer to Charizard. Even though Dragonite was a powerhouse, he didn't exactly fancy Opelucid City's frosty temps. Probably wishing he was back on a tropical island, sipping a damn Poké-Pina Colada.

"Charr?"

Charizard, the fiery beast, glanced at Dragonite and Lance, then subtly cranked up the flame on his tail, making those two whiners feel a bit more comfortable. What a good boy, unlike some trainers we know.

"Mission's done, ain't you leaving?" Natsu, the impatient prick, spoke up, already dreaming of a warm bed and no more Lance.

Lance, always the straightforward dumbass, replied, "The planned mission time was a week, but who the hell knew it'd be over so damn fast? I can do whatever the fuck I want with the time I've got left."

Natsu, the master of indifference, just shrugged.

Alright, whatever. More time for Lance to be a pain in his ass.

"Speaking of which, Natsu, while there's still time, wanna battle? We didn't get a chance to throw down last time." Lance, the battle-hungry idiot, gazed at the sky, practically drooling with excitement. This guy had more battle cravings than a Snorlax has munchies.

"NO."

Natsu, the fed-up genius, rolled his eyes in disgust. The thing he dreaded most about Lance was the dumbass asking for a battle every damn chance he got. The trouble Lance brought seemed like a walk in the park compared to this shit. Battling him was worse than listening to a Jigglypuff sing on repeat.

Lance, being used to Natsu's rejections, just said, "Alright then." Then, like the freeloading bastard he was, he added, "Can I ask for food? I'm hungry?" Natsu's cooking was top-notch, and even the dumbasses in their circle admitted it. It was probably the only reason anyone tolerated Lance.

Natsu, the exhausted cook, let out a soft sigh. Like he didn't have enough on his plate already, literally.

At the same time, the Genesect, who had landed and gathered cautiously, stared warily at the tall buildings not far away, clearly on high alert. They probably thought the buildings were giant, static Pokémon, ready for a fight. Idiots.

"Fine."

Just whipping up dinner for two people plus a few Pokémon wouldn't take much of his precious time. Just a few hours of his damn life, that's all.

...

In the dining room.

Lance, that goddamn glutton, wolfed down his rice without a shred of dignity. He ate like a goddamn Bewear in a Berry field. Natsu, seeing the measly bit of rice left in the rice cooker, couldn't help but speed up his own damn gobbling. It was a race against time and a bottomless pit.

The dining table had become a silent, brutal battlefield, where the only weapons were forks and chopsticks.

Natsu was known for his monstrous appetite, but it seemed like Lance was also a bit of a starved animal today. Or maybe he just had a secret Black Hole inside him.

After stuffing their faces, they stared at the empty rice cooker and the completely wiped-clean plates. Not even a crumb left for a poor Rattata.

"I'm telling you, you're at least the face of the younger generation of the Dragon Master family, can't you pay attention to your goddamn image?" Natsu griped, eyeing Lance's pig-like behavior. He looked like he'd just wrestled a Snorlax for the last pancake.

"If I gotta worry about my image while eating with my buddy, then life's just too damn tiring." Lance, the lazy bastard, practically collapsed into his chair. His logic was as flimsy as a paper pokéball.

That was his logic, but looking at his slob-like appearance... If someone said he was the future Elite Four of the Kanto region, the Champion of the Johto region, not many people would believe that shit. They'd probably think he was just a glorified janitor.

"Alright then, go wash the goddamn dishes without caring about your image," Natsu sneered, laying down the law.

"Rock-paper-scissors!" Lance, the childish prick, instantly sat up straight, eager to gamble his way out of chores.

"Are you a three-year-old, you overgrown baby?!" Natsu grumbled, but his body, like a damn robot, was honest when he saw Lance getting ready. He knew this dance all too well.

Vs.

Lance, that desperate little shit, stared at his open palm and Natsu's scissors, trying to put up a pathetic fight. He looked like a Zubat trying to use Solar Beam.

"Best two out of three!" he whined, clinging to a sliver of hope.

"Get the hell outta here!" Natsu snapped, victory already in his grasp.

In the end, Lance, that pathetic excuse for a Dragon Master, still dutifully went to wash the dishes. Probably complaining the whole time about how unfair life was.

Thesis, Ice, and Pokémon Cuddles: A Writer's Delight

Natsu, the academic nerd, fired up his computer and started writing his thesis. With "Intimacy" as a reference, "Beauty" wasn't that hard to write about, you know, for a genius like him. It was probably as easy as catching a bunch of Magikarp.

When he recorded Feebas evolving into Milotic, he had already gathered some data, and now he just needed to write the damn thesis based on this data. It was just that the specific values were still a pain in the ass to test. Like trying to measure the exact amount of patience it takes to deal with a perpetually hungry Snorlax.

But he could use "Pamtre Berry" or Pokéblocks, which could enhance Beauty, as testing tools. Then, by combining Feebas's evolution point as an accurate value for reverse calculation, it could still be measured. Smart, right? Too bad Lance wouldn't understand half of it.

"Eeeeevv~~"

Eevee, the little shit, who had finished devouring her Pokéblock, trotted lightly over to Natsu and immediately burrowed into his embrace. She was basically a furry, purring heat-seeking missile.

Her four paws kneaded Natsu's legs for a bit, her soft paw pads feeling like a damn massage. After confirming she was perfectly comfortable, she curled up contentedly on Natsu's leg.

"Eeeeevv~~"

She let out a soft call and yawned, the lazy bum. Probably dreaming of more Pokéblocks and belly rubs.

"Vuull~~"

Vulpix, the sneaky bitch, who arrived later, didn't bother disturbing Eevee after seeing the spot was taken. Instead, she curled up on the table near Natsu's hand. She knew when to pick her battles.

"This is an Alolan Vulpix, right? So there really are Ice-type Vulpix out there."

Lance, the newly appointed dish-washer, looked at Vulpix, who was lying comfortably on the table with squinted eyes, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

What made him even luckier was that Lorelei hadn't set her damn sights on this Ice-type Pokémon yet. Thinking of Lorelei, Lance got a bit of a headache. That Cloyster's "Gatling Gun" was a real pain in his ass last time. It felt like getting pelted with a thousand ice shards.

Back in the day, he'd always gone easy on Lorelei, but with this goddamn Cloyster, if he didn't get serious, he'd actually lose. As time went on, the relationship between the two of them became a bit turbulent again. Like a Gyarados in a whirlpool.

Natsu, the wiseass, lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over the computer screen. If Lance knew that Alolan Vulpix wasn't just an Ice-type Pokémon, but also a Fairy-type, Natsu had no idea what that dumbass would think. Probably his tiny brain would explode.

"Alola's gonna open soon, you better pray Lorelei doesn't run into her, otherwise, tsk tsk." Natsu's expression was clearly a bit smug, the little shit. He loved stirring the pot.

That hit Lance right in his soft spot, and he grimaced, teeth bared, muttering under his breath, "If it weren't for someone teaching her tactics..." He was probably talking about Natsu, the sly bastard.

"Cough cough." Natsu, the smooth operator, coughed, cutting him off. Even without him, Lorelei would have found it, it was just a matter of time, okay? You can't hide a damn beautiful Pokémon forever.

"What are your plans for the next few days? You're not just staying here, right? Don't you wanna go out and look around? See the special customs of the Unova region?" Lance, the surprisingly curious one, asked. He probably just wanted an excuse to skip out on more chores.

Natsu just pointed at the computer in front of him, his meaning as clear as day. His thesis was calling, and it wasn't going to write itself, unlike Lance's excuses.

Lance's face showed dawning realization. "It's rare for someone to come to the Unova region. I'm going to Eindoak to check it out. They say that's where the legend of Unova's 'Founding Twin Heroes' originated, and now they're holding a Harvest Festival there, it must be super interesting." As he spoke, he pulled out his phone again and added, "There's also this guy, Bruno. He's in Unova too, and he told me the Rage Candy Bars in Eindoak are damn delicious, and told me to try 'em."

Bruno? The future Fighting-type Elite Four of the Kanto region? He sure was a guy who loved to travel everywhere. Maybe followed the scent of the best grub.

"You guys go ahead." Natsu just wanted to finish his goddamn thesis as fast as possible. Alliance stuff had been sent to Solaceon Town. Now that the Alliance knew his identity, the manuscripts wouldn't be sent through Professor Sakuragi but directly to them. Though he wouldn't be rushed that quickly. But Natsu knew one truth: the more he wrote, the more money he raked in. And money, my friends, makes the world go 'round, even the Pokémon world.

After chatting for a while with Lance, Natsu, the diligent one, took his computer and his little Pokémon buddies back to his room.

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On the bed.

Natsu, snug as a bug in a warm blanket, typed away on his keyboard. Nothing was more comfortable than this, he thought, reminiscing about his comfy otaku life back in the day. It was like a dream, except with more typing and less social interaction. The weather in Opelucid City was getting colder, and it might even snow in a few days. Great, just what they needed, more damn ice.

"Eeeeev~"

Eevee, the sleepy bastard, couldn't help but shiver and touch her tail. She was basically a living thermometer.

"Eeeee?! Eev?"

"Ice shards?! Is it snowing?!"

That couldn't be right, she was inside the room right now. Turning her head, she realized that Vulpix was actually sleeping right next to her, emitting a frosty aura. The culprit!

Eevee: ...

She immediately woke up, hesitating as she stared at Infernape sleeping on the other side. Thinking about her previous experience of getting her fur burnt off, she shook her head and chose to give up. No need to get toasted for a bit of warmth.

She looked at Natsu, who was still diligently working, and decided not to disturb him. So, she scooted closer to Togekiss.

The weather was getting colder, and the pace of the cold's increase was damn fast. It was like a rapid-fire Ice Beam.

As Eevee went to Togekiss's side, she happened to run into Latios, who was also shrinking away from the cold. Their sleepy, blurry eyes met, and they leaned on Togekiss at the same time. The cuddle puddle was forming.

"Eeev~~"

"Oos~~"

Both of them squinted. In an instant, they felt warm. Eevee, the naughty punk, even hid her tail under Togekiss's wings, feeling her butt temperature gradually return, and fell back asleep, completely content. This made Togekiss, who was sleeping soundly, shiver a bit and almost wake up from the sudden chill. Poor Togekiss, a living hot water bottle for everyone.

Natsu, the thoughtful one, hesitated about whether to turn on the heater.

crack crack crack

He suddenly noticed that ice crystals had condensed on the window, covering it completely. Looking out the blurry window, the entire Opelucid City was shrouded in a thin mist, and frozen ice had condensed on the windows of many people's houses. It looked like the damn Ice Age had hit early.

He closed his computer.

"The temperature is already damn low."

He carefully got out of bed, stood by the window, and could even faintly feel the cold air seeping through the closed window. Looking west, the cold air was like a mist, hazy and endless. It was an Eterna Forest in winter, but worse.

Why did he feel that Opelucid City currently wasn't safe at all? Had Team Plasma already reached Kyurem, that frozen bastard? Or was Kyurem just having a really bad day?

Natsu turned on the heater and added another blanket for himself for extra warmth. He wasn't about to freeze his ass off for some damn drama.

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The next morning.

"Are you sure you're not coming?" Lance, looking oddly dignified with an extra layer of clothes, couldn't help but ask when he saw Natsu. When outside, Lance still paid attention to his image, no matter how cold it was, he only added clothes underneath and had no intention of taking off his damn cape. What a show-off.

"It's not impossible to go and check it out," Natsu replied, glancing at Opelucid City behind him.

Even though the sun was rising, it still couldn't dispel the cold air that covered the entire city. It was like a giant Snorlax was sleeping on the sun.

The situation wasn't right, so he better sneak away quickly. Or wait for Team Plasma to control Kyurem and freeze the whole damn city first. Or wait for an enraged Kyurem to accidentally use its power and freeze Opelucid City. Either way, it was gonna get frozen, so it was better to leave early. He wasn't a damn ice sculpture.

Still, Natsu, the responsible one, called Drayden in the morning, reminding him of the abnormality of the cold covering Opelucid City. He hoped Drayden, who held the "fusion" item, would be vigilant.

And Lance, the friendly idiot, was happy to have a companion on the road. The two of them chatted away, probably about who could eat more.

Eindoak was located in the area between Nimbasa City and Castelia City. There were forests, mountains, and vast rivers, and Nimbasa City wasn't too far from Opelucid City, reachable in a few hours at the speed of Lance's Pokémon.

Who needs a damn taxi when you've got dragons?

As they flew, Natsu looked down at the forest, which was covered in ice and snow, and mumbled, "Tsk, it's snowing here, but why does it feel warmer than Opelucid City?" The snow was just for show, like a damn prop.

"It should be there."

Natsu pointed to a not-so-large town in the distance. On the edge of the town, on steep cliffs and precious rock surfaces, a tall tower-like building, like a sharp sword, stood on the vast white wilderness. It looked like something out of a fantasy novel, or a bad B-movie.

"Huh? Shouldn't it be snowing there?" Lance, the confused one, was stunned. His brain clearly couldn't handle more than one thought at a time.

"They say that sword-shaped building was once a castle built by the people of the Vale, called the 'Sword of the Vale,' standing atop destructive Dragon Veins. Because of the Dragon Veins, Eindoak is like spring all year round. Even in winter, it still enjoys green hills and clear waters, fertile land, and the residents enjoy a rich life—a really nice winter resort town." Sounded like a damn tourist trap, if you asked Natsu.

"Dragon Veins? There's such a thing," Lance, the ignorant one, pursed his lips. This guy knew nothing beyond battling and eating.

Natsu, the wiseass, glanced at him.

There should be many records about Dragon Force in the Dragon Clan's literature, right? Probably too many big words for Lance to bother reading.

The reason why the Pokémon Alliance headquarters and the Kanto Alliance were located in Mt. Silver was probably because the Dragon Veins of the entire Kanto and Johto continents was in Mt. Silver. Or maybe it was just good real estate.

"There should be. Otherwise, the legendary black and white heroes wouldn't have fought for resources and Dragon Veins." This was how the legend in the Unova Region came about, you know, for the uninformed. Apparently, even legendary Pokémon fought over prime real estate.

Lance nodded, learning something new for once. It was a miracle.

The two moved towards the entrance of Eindoak. Because the "Sword of the Vale" suppressed the Dragon Veins, the entire city of Eindoak was built on seemingly shattered mountains. Several hills were connected by special bridges, and the entrance and exit were the same. No identity verification was required to enter Eindoak. Free entry, what a surprise.

Harvest Festival Shenanigans: Macarons and Money

Upon passing the entrance, the two saw a bustling street with classic architectural styles. The entire street was decorated with lights and ornaments, everyone was smiling, and various stall owners introduced their products to passing visitors. It looked like a damn carnival.

The Harvest Festival. A very important festival in Eindoak. Because it symbolized the end of a fruitful year. It was also a New Year's prayer for a good harvest in the coming year.

Therefore, at Eindoak's Harvest Festival, the excess harvest of the year would be sold at very low prices, so that every person who came could experience the beauty of Eindoak and share in its joy. So every time the Harvest Festival came, Eindoak would be swamped with visitors. Free food and cheap goods? No wonder everyone was there.

"Itachi Massage Master, Master Itachi, who has been in this business for ten years, can cure all pain and discomfort!" Sounds like a damn scam, but hey, if it worked.

"Joltik battery rentals! With a Joltik, you don't need to worry about portable device power supply ever again!" That was actually a genius idea. Small, electric, and probably wouldn't bite too hard.

"Heatmor barbecue, guaranteed authentic barbecue flavor! Want to try the taste of Pokémon food? Don't miss out!" Natsu wondered if they cooked actual Heatmor, or just something that tasted like it. Either way, probably smelled delicious.

"Ice cream, double ice cream! Even in winter, you can enjoy its smooth and sweet taste!"

"."

"Eevv!"

"Chaa!"

Eevee and Togekiss had their eyes sparkling, staring at the ice cream. Although Natsu often switched up ways to make them various ice creams, the two of them were always attracted whenever they heard "ice cream" on the street. Those little spoiled brats had a sweet tooth bigger than a Snorlax's belly.

"I'll give you a different flavor today." Natsu held back the two who were about to rush to the stand. Control your damn Pokémon, Natsu.

"Cha?"

"Eev?"

Seeing their round eyes, Natsu, the indulgent one, could only stare, then walked to the stand and said to the stall owner, "Please give me two. Oh, no, twenty macarons." When in doubt, buy in bulk.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

Hearing the huge order of 20, the already enthusiastic stall owner became even more ecstatic. Money talks, even in Eindoak.

Then, Togekiss and Eevee tasted these colorful biscuits. The taste was no less than that of the different flavored ice creams, those little spoiled brats. Mission accomplished.

"Lance!"

Suddenly, a rough, manly voice, like a goddamn bear, came from the crowd. Following the voice, the two saw a muscular man in his twenties, shirtless, wearing white martial arts pants, holding a shitload of Rage Candy Bars.

It was Bruno, the walking protein shake.

"Bruno." Lance, the friendly idiot, suddenly smiled and dragged Natsu towards him.

Only then did they realize that Bruno was standing in front of a Rage Candy Bar stand. The white-haired stall owner was busy with a smile on his face, probably raking in the dough. And Bruno stood by the stand, stuffing his face with the damn food, one bite at a time. He was a living advertisement for the candy bars.

"Natsu's here too." Bruno, seeing Natsu, greeted him very casually and handed him one at the same time, "Wanna eat?" As if Natsu wasn't already drowning in his own work.

Natsu, the polite one, quickly smiled and waved his hand, "No, thank you." He wasn't about to get caught in Bruno's food coma.

"Perfect timing, Natsu, you're here too, wanna battle?! Lance said you're really hard to deal with, he never wins, and I've wanted to battle you for a long time, but it's a shame we never had a chance to meet." Bruno's eyes gleamed with a battle lust so strong it could melt steel. This guy was more obsessed with battling than a Machoke with flexing.

Natsu: "."

He glared at Lance.

And Lance just looked at the sky, the goddamn traitor.

We only played once from beginning to end, what the hell do you mean "never wins"? Lance was a damn liar.

Before Natsu could retort.

crack crack crack

The metallic sound of machines landing. And Genesect, those sneaky bastards hiding in Eindoak's sky, heard someone challenge Natsu, their boss and temporary commander. The Genesect were not about to let their boss's majesty be challenged. Their four cannons instantly locked onto Bruno, that unsuspecting fool. He probably looked like a giant, edible target.

Seeing this scene, Bruno was shocked. Not just him, Natsu and Lance were also stunned into silence. It was a hell of an entrance.

"Gennseect?"

"Threat, should it be eliminated?"

The Genesect, loaded with the "Burn Drive," spoke, they were basically glorified bodyguards with laser guns.

Natsu, the exasperated one, held his forehead.

"Zaam." Alakazam hurriedly unleashed Psychic, wrapping around the four Genesect and distorting the scenery to avoid unnecessary panic.

At the same time, Natsu used telepathy and said: "Not a threat, Ill call you when I need them, take these first and go back."

With that, he gave them four macarons, the little bribers. Those things were like crack to Pokémon. Although the Genesect didn't quite understand the current situation, after hearing Natsu's words, they obediently obeyed his commands. Carrying the four macarons, they flew into the sky again, vanishing like ghosts. Like a bunch of sugary ninjas.

Although Genesect were also Mythical Pokémon, they couldn't help but look like other Mythical Pokémon. Perhaps because they had been transformed, while gaining super destructive power, they also lost some of their original basic abilities. Like the ability to understand sarcasm, apparently. However, their shortcomings didn't hide their advantages, and their inherent Attributes were destined for their impressive power. They were still damn formidable.

"What the hell was that?"

Bruno froze as he stuffed a "Rage Candy Bar" into his mouth. He looked like a statue, a very confused statue. He didn't know Genesect based on his experience of traveling all year round.P robably too busy eating.

"Uh, sorry Bruno, they didn't come with hostility, so don't worry," Natsu explained, trying to sound as normal as possible after his Pokémon almost blasted his friend.

However, the fighting spirit in Bruno's eyes grew even stronger. "They seem really tough to deal with, Natsu, are they your Pokémon? Battle me?!" This guy had a one-track mind, and that track led straight to a Pokémon battle.

Natsu: "."

He looked back at Lance. Lance just shrugged. Bruno was indeed like that. Otherwise, do you think there's anyone who could tolerate this kind of "battle maniac" Lance who invites people to fight at every damn opportunity? Only Bruno, who was also a "battle madman." It was a match made in Poké-hell.

"Next time, next time." Natsu refused twice, the sly dog.

This wasn't about doubting Bruno's strength. Judging from his age, even if he hadn't reached the Elite Four level, he might be stronger than him and Lance.

Oh, not necessarily. As everyone knew, Flying-types absolutely outweighed Fighting-types, no matter in Attributes or in battle space. It was just a fact of the Pokémon world, like how a single Bidoof can destroy your soul.

However, Natsu heard that Bruno had completed the Kanto Alliance's "reserve assessment" not long ago, which caused a sensation at the time. It was said that he became the youngest Elite Four reserve.

This was about the same position as Tom Ritchie in the Alliance, who had defected from the Alliance at that time.

However, it was estimated that it would be broken by Lance and Lorelei in a short time. The Elite Four in the Kanto Region were definitely the most competitive among all Regions. It would probably take a long time for Bruno to become an Elite Four. Good luck, pal.

Hearing Natsu's refusal, Bruno suddenly showed a disappointed expression, but he immediately plunged into the struggle with his "Rage Candy Bar." Food was his comfort.

"By the way, Bruno, why did you come to the Unova Region?" Lance, the good friend, helped Natsu change the subject.

Good move, Lance, good move.

"I've been here once before. I heard that Eindoak was holding a 'Harvest Festival,' so I came here. There are also 'Rage Candy Bars' that are damn cheap, you can eat whatever you want," Bruno, being the honest glutton, answered. His priorities were clearly in order.

Bruno loved eating "Rage Candy Bars." Not just because they tasted damn good, but also because he had been training with Pokémon all year round. He expended a lot of energy, and regular food couldn't meet his needs at all. Only "Rage Candy Bars" were most suitable for him. He was basically a human Snorlax.

"Also, the 'Harvest Festival' in Eindoak will hold a 'Battle Tournament.' All Trainers who come to Eindoak can participate in the battle, and prizes will be distributed according to the ranking in the end. It is said that the winner has the opportunity to climb the 'Sword of the Vale' and pay respects to the supreme hero of the 'People of the Vale' thousands of years ago," Bruno continued, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

A tournament? Of course, this guy would be all over it.

"Battle?!" Lance's eyes instantly lit up. Like a goddamn lightbulb over his head.

"Yeah, and I've already signed up! Tomorrow's the start date!" With that, Bruno pulled out a small wooden plaque. It was carved with the royal flag that the "People of the Vale" once boasted, but now it was just an object of nostalgia at the "Harvest Festival." Nostalgia and a chance to battle.

"Natsu." Lance looked at Natsu, expectantly. He knew how to reel Natsu in.

But Natsu was lost in thought, pondering something deep.

Was this the movie version plot of "Black-Victini and Reshiram and White-Victini and Zekrom"?

The final winner gets to climb the "Sword of the Vale" and try to contact Reshiram or Zekrom?

Thinking of this movie version, Natsu couldn't help but want to complain, the damn movie was just something to make money.

The identities of Reshiram and Zekrom were changed in the plot, becoming two movie versions.

Now the "Dark Stone" of Zekrom was in his backpack, so it was uncertain whether the "Light Stone" of Reshiram was under the "Sword of the Vale" or in Dragonspiral Tower. He really hated lazy plot devices.

"Natsu?" Lance's palm waved in front of his face, trying to get his attention.

"Hm?"

"Are you participating?"

"Hm," Natsu opened his mouth, ready to give an excuse. After all, he had an opinion.

Lance, perhaps, had a chance to become a true hero, right? With "Dragon Force" plus his personality, maybe he really had a chance to be recognized by Reshiram.

Then Lance rides Reshiram to sabotage Team Plasma's plan? The Flying-type Elite finally becomes a Dragon-type hero. And saves Opelucid City? This opinion looked damn good.

Just when Natsu was about to say he was going to write his thesis, Bruno said again:

"I heard the prizes for the top three are good. There are legendary dragon scales shed by Reshiram and Zekrom, 'Vale Stone' from the last efforts of the 'People of the Vale' which is rich in Ground-type energy, and a 'Psychic Stone' a powerful Psychic inheritance from the 'King of the People of the Vale' that can strengthen Psychic abilities."

Bruno snapped his fingers, emphasizing the coolness of the prizes. Thousands of years of inheritance, the background couldn't be underestimated.

Natsu spat out the half-word stuck in his throat as an excuse, and was immediately defeated by the "cruel" reality. Thesis be damned when loot calls!

"I'm in!"

No way. The prizes for this event were too damn tempting, so much so that Natsu's heart couldn't stop jumping every time he heard Bruno's explanation.

Just these three things he mentioned, each of them made Natsu damn excited. It was like finding a shiny Pokémon in the wild, but better.

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(End of Chapter, and the beginning of more hilarious chaos, you bet your sweet ass!)