The Path of a Genius to Becoming a Pokémon Champion

Chapter 184: Evening Debrief

With the day's matches over, the trainees began to leave the training grounds one by one.

Arthur lagged behind, still operating the touchscreen computer at the edge of the field.

"Not leaving yet, Bro Arthur?" Justin asked.

"Be right there. I'm copying the match recordings to take back with me."

In this high-tech era, many things had become much more convenient. For example, debriefing: now, recordings were available for download for every match.

Cameras were set up beside every field in the training base, filming throughout the day and generating recordings on the fly.

These conditions were far better than in Arthur's time.

Two hundred years ago, how could there have been video cameras? There were only old-fashioned cameras with huge flashbulbs that could blind a dog when they went off.

Debriefing had to rely almost entirely on the trainer's and Pokémon's own memories.

Even under those conditions, Arthur had always maintained the good habit of post-battle review and timely summarization. Naturally, he wouldn't abandon it now.

No strength is achieved by chance.

Arthur's ability to become the youngest Heavenly King in history back then was also built upon his own step-by-step training and analysis.

After downloading the recordings, Arthur finally called out to Justin, "Let's go, time for dinner."

"Okay, Bro Arthur."

After dinner, Arthur immediately returned to his dormitory, not running off to enjoy the nightlife like some other trainees.

During these competition days, he was this self-disciplined every evening—after dinner was time for all the Pokémon to review the recordings together.

Although he had initially entered this circle by a strange twist of fate, due to a misunderstanding of the new era's definition of the word "trainer."

But since he had chosen this path, he wanted to try and reach the pinnacle!

Besides, the payment he had promised Suicune was still outstanding: Rare Candies, which required winning a championship at the very least!

Returning to the dormitory, Arthur, not surprisingly, saw Honedge teasing Little Eevee again.

These two Pokémon hadn't gone to the competition venue during the day and had been left at home, waiting for his return.

Honedge had placed itself on the bed, the tassel at the end of its hilt hanging down naturally, swaying gently, forming a natural cat teaser wand.

Little Eevee had already been played with for a while, yet it was still full of fighting spirit and refused to give up.

Little Eevee arched its back, straightening its front limbs as much as possible, gathering all its strength.

Then, it suddenly pounced, lunging with the ferocity of a cute tiger.

"Awoo~"

Unfortunately, as expected, it pounced on empty air again…

Honedge's tassel was the medium it normally used to absorb life energy, so naturally, it could control it with ease and at will.

Seeing Little Eevee getting discouraged and about to give up, it even twisted the tassel into an "S" shape in the air, vibrating it flexibly~

This tantalized Little Eevee, making its teeth itch, and it couldn't resist the urge to pounce again.

Just then, Arthur pushed the door open and entered with the other Pokémon.

Honedge's attention was drawn to its master, and its guard was lowered. As a result, Little Eevee seized the opportunity, dashing forward and leaping with all its might.

"Awoo~"

It bit down, and this time, Little Eevee finally caught the wretched tassel in its mouth.

Honedge yelped in pain, its sword body couldn't help but float up from the bed, trembling all over.

The tassel instinctively tightened around Little Eevee, about to squeeze.

But at this moment, Specter floated over as if teleporting, instantly slipping behind Honedge, its eyes glowing red as it stared at it silently.

This scared Honedge so much that it trembled even more violently, its sheath even making "clack, clack" sounds.

Ghost is a classic self-countering type, meaning Ghost-types are super effective against other Ghost-types.

Therefore, in the ghost ecosystem, they were always particularly sensitive to powerful members of their own kind.

Ever since Specter and Mismagius had arrived, Honedge's already low family status had gone from bad to worse…

Locked by Specter's wordless gaze, Honedge couldn't stop shivering. The tassel that had been about to tighten a second ago immediately became as gentle as a spring breeze, lightly brushing against Little Eevee's body.

Helpless, Honedge could only use the end of its tassel to tickle Little Eevee's armpits. This method made Little Eevee roll around on the ground, kicking its hind legs.

Finally, unable to bear it anymore, it at last let go of Honedge's tassel.

Then, with a cheerful yelp, it trotted a couple of steps and dove headfirst into the arms of a materialized Specter.

Arthur watched this scene with a secret smile.

This guy, Specter, can't say three words without trash-talking Eevees, obsessing over hating on Leafeon, yet when he actually meets Leafeon's descendant, he's the one who dotes on Little Eevee the most in this house.

A typical case of saying one thing and meaning another!

After checking Little Eevee's food bowl and confirming it had been eating well at home, Arthur was finally relieved.

He walked over, grabbed Little Eevee by the scruff of its fated neck, and lifted it out of Specter's arms.

"Alright, little guy, did you have enough fun during the day? It's time to come and do your homework now."

Even the Pokémon that didn't participate in matches had to attend the nightly debriefing session. Little Eevee, Little Lapras, and even Honedge had to be there.

This was a rule set by Arthur.

Debriefing wasn't just about summarizing gains and losses, but also about helping the other Pokémon familiarize themselves with the competition rules and Arthur's command style.

The rapport between a Pokémon and a trainer in battle wasn't something that could be cultivated just by simple daily interactions.

Daily life and battlefield command were two different things.

Arthur had seen plenty of people who were gentle as water in their daily lives but fought like bloodthirsty madmen on the battlefield.

Rapport came from understanding.

Not only did the trainer need to understand the Pokémon, but the Pokémon also needed to understand the trainer.

"Come on, everyone over here. It's time for our nightly homework!" Arthur called out to all the Pokémon.

The debriefing was held in the living room, which was spacious enough for all the Pokémon to attend.

The recording was projected onto the large-screen LCD TV in the living room, ensuring it was perfectly clear.

After Arthur sat down on the sofa, Little Eevee was the first to jump onto his lap with great enthusiasm.

Little Eevee was always especially excited about this part of the evening.

Because it could see the battle performance of Brother Frogadier and Auntie Mismagius on TV, which made it feel a great sense of yearning.

Little Eevee's personality was actually quite similar to Frogadier's; both were a bit competitive and hated to lose.

It was just that Frogadier's competitiveness had initially stemmed from a desire to be the "pond overlord, to tell the world that I own this little pond."

Whereas Little Eevee's competitiveness stemmed more from the conviction to protect its younger siblings—

If every generation of the Everhart family's Eevees has to produce one that can fight, then let it be me. That way, my younger brothers and sisters won't have to feel the pressure.

This was probably the earliest driving force behind Little Eevee's desire to become stronger.

So now, Little Eevee was super enthusiastic about Arthur's nightly debriefing sessions.

Only Frogadier, as an experienced Pokémon, couldn't help but sigh whenever it saw Little Eevee's fervent attitude, its eyes filled with the sight of itself from more than half a year ago…

Child, cherish these innocent years.

When you get a little older and start formal training, you'll understand what a true demon is…

Why do I say Master is a demon?

First, I must speak of my own sin of pride…

Just as Frogadier's thoughts began to wander, a familiar flick from Arthur landed on its forehead.

"Focus. The match we're watching now is yours!"

"Kero!"

Frogadier hurriedly nodded.

Arthur's eyes gradually narrowed at this moment; he was seriously considering whether Frogadier's recent training load had been too light.

This made the slightly relaxed Frogadier shiver instantly, as if sensing something, and its back immediately straightened!

It looked just like a student caught slacking off in class by the homeroom teacher…

During training-related times, the master's authority was not to be challenged!

(End of Chapter)

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