Pokemon : I Am A Breeder/Champion

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When Evan listened to what Aunt Jenn said, a figure appeared in his mind.

"Isla."

"Is she graduating?"

"It seems so."

"It's her junior year now."

"She has come back?"

Evan naturally knew Aunt Jenn's daughter.

They used to play together when they were kids.

But back then, she always had snot bubbles on her nose and was a crybaby.

When she was a little over ten years old, she was sent to live with her grandmother and stayed there to study.

Come to think of it, Evan hadn't seen her in a long time.

Just like how some kids grow up at their grandparents' house, Isla was the same.

Now, hearing Aunt Jenn mention her, Evan recalled the crybaby Isla with snot bubbles hanging from her nose.

She looked ugly but kind of cute as a child. What does she look like now?

Aunt Jenn smiled and nodded. 

"Yes, she starts her internship next semester. Don't you run a breeding house now? Let her come back to help. Since you know each other, it'll make things more convenient, right?"

Evan had known Isla since childhood. 

He needed manpower now anyway, and since Isla had to do an internship, it didn't matter where she worked. It would be easier to look after her if she came back here.

Hearing this, Evan nodded. 

"That's fine. Let her come back if she wants. If she's studying to be a breeder, there's no problem."

Evan didn't see a reason to refuse. It sounded pretty good, and with a breeder certificate, she could help out.

He didn't think too much about it and agreed readily.

Several other aunties saw this and hurriedly chimed in: 

"My eldest sister's daughter is also a breeder." 

"Evan, do you want her?" 

"Yes, yes, my relative is one too." 

Two of the aunts eagerly began pitching their own candidates. Hearing their words, Evan couldn't help but chuckle.

"If they're qualified, just call them over. But let me say this upfront: if they don't meet my standards, I'll fire them."

Evan made it clear that he wouldn't give anyone special treatment just because they were relatives. Anyone unsuitable would be let go without hesitation.

The aunties nodded, understanding his stance. 

"That's fine." 

"Evan, you can do whatever you need to. Don't worry about us." 

"If they don't work out, just let them go. We won't complain."

Aunt Jenn nodded calmly. She understood. Truthfully, she had some personal motives for wanting her daughter to help Evan. She hoped Isla could learn from him. Having watched Evan grow up, Aunt Jenn knew how capable he had become.

Now that Evan was doing so well, even learning a little from him would benefit Isla in the future.

With the aunts' understanding, Evan nodded. 

"Then, if possible, have them report as soon as they can. Food and lodging are included, and I won't shortchange them on salary."

"You can rest assured about this." 

Hearing what Evan said, the aunts naturally understood and assured him. 

They all agreed to contact their relatives and have them report soon. None of them expected any refusals—after all, just mentioning how accomplished Evan was would convince anyone with common sense to seize the opportunity. 

Evan had recently completed a multi-million-dollar contract, an achievement that left a lasting impression. 

In fact, many of the aunts secretly hoped their relatives or daughters could form a closer bond with Evan. Becoming in-laws with someone as outstanding as him would be a dream come true. Evan was the perfect son-in-law candidate, after all. 

After wrapping up these matters, Evan said his goodbyes and returned to the breeding house. There, he began preparing energy cubes. 

He called over his Pokémon team and got to work. 

The process of making top-level energy cubes was intricate. 

First on the list was Garchomp's energy cube. 

Evan retrieved the frozen materials he had prepared the day before and began working meticulously. 

The berries were peeled and juiced, then left to sediment before adding components for fermentation. Once fermented, the key ingredients were extracted. 

Frozen items were ground into smoothies and mixed with other components in precise gram-level measurements. 

The mixture was then baked to the exact specifications, dried, and finally ground into fine powder for additional rounds of processing. 

Under Evan's skilled hands, the materials underwent continuous preparation and modulation. 

The Pokémon helping him watched in wide-eyed astonishment, almost dizzy from the complexity of the process. 

To their amazement, Evan even used Psychic to assist with the steps. 

What kind of sorcery was this? To them, making energy cubes looked like a dazzling magic show! 

The sheer number of ingredients was overwhelming—and wait, was that *sand* being added? 

They couldn't help but think: *Are we sure this isn't Mud Sport?* 

Noticing their confused and bewildered expressions, Evan chuckled softly, clearly amused.

When Evan took a short break, he decided to explain some things to the eager Pokémon around him. 

"The name of this sand is **Soft Sand**," he said, holding up a small sample. 

"If a Ground-type Pokémon carries it, it can significantly increase the power of their Ground-type moves. It's a useful held item." 

He paused for a moment, letting the information sink in before continuing. 

"But it can also be used to make energy cubes. After all, Ground-type Pokémon can consume elements of the ground." 

"This means it's perfectly edible for Ground-types." 

He glanced at the Pokémon, raising an eyebrow. "Do you understand what I said?" 

The little ones nodded vigorously, their eyes wide with excitement. 

"Understood!" 

"I get it!" 

"This is for Garchomp, right?" 

"I remember! Garchomp is a pseudo-legendary Pokémon and a Dragon- and Ground-type!" 

"And many of these berries enhance Dragon-type attributes!" 

Their cheerful chirping filled the workshop, bringing a smile to Evan's face. 

As he continued teaching, Evan worked steadily on the energy cubes. With each carefully prepared ingredient, a strong, enticing aroma filled the air. 

The fragrance wafted beyond the workshop, drifting all the way to the nearby mountains. 

Some Ground-type Pokémon caught the scent and began salivating instinctively. 

One by one, they followed their noses, gathering around Evan's breeding house, curiosity and hunger etched on their faces. 

The enticing aroma kept changing, too, shifting every so often into new and unfamiliar scents. 

The Pokémon looked around, puzzled. *What could it be?* 

*Why does it smell so good?* 

Meanwhile, in front of Evan's massive mixer, a large pile of brownish raw materials had accumulated. 

The process was far from over—several more steps remained before the energy cubes would be ready. 

Hours slipped by as Evan worked tirelessly, and the little helpers, worn out from their efforts, finally sat down nearby. 

Now resting, they watched him work, their tired eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation.