Bottom-tier trainers in the Pokémon world

The other side is the liberals, who believe that trainers and Pokémon learn through experience, and that the more they experience, the more they understand, because many former league leaders rose to their positions step by step in this way.

Currently, liberals are the most vocal supporters in the alliance.

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After walking around for a while, it got dark.

Xia Yan casually ordered dinner at the cruise ship's restaurant.

Here's something I have to mention.

The food on the cruise ship.

That's expensive!

After quickly relieving himself of his hunger, Xia Yan didn't forget about the elves.

Instead of going straight back to their rooms, they went to the training ground located at the stern of the cruise ship.

There are large, free, open training grounds, as well as small, enclosed private training grounds. However, if you want to use these smaller training grounds, you have to pay, and they are charged by the hour.

The price isn't too expensive either, 200 League Coins per hour, which includes various equipment for Pokémon training and free tea.

If special equipment is needed, it can be rented for a fee.

In short, the point is this: with money, you can have anything.

Xia Yan spent 1,000 Alliance Coins to rent the place for five hours.

After the staff led him to the training ground and closed the door, they released all the Pokémon.

Beedrill, Casey, Pidgeotto, Shuckle, and Ditto.

They didn't start training right away, but instead prepared their own special dinners first.

In addition to the essential energy cubes and milk, some snacks were also included.

Xia Yan is not a rigid person; he balances work and rest.

Even Pidgey, Shuttle, and Ditto, which were temporarily used as "tools," were not spared by him.

However, he saw a very interesting notice on the wall of the training field.

Special Notice:

1. Please take good care of all equipment in the training area.

2. Please do not urinate or defecate indiscriminately, and please do not spit indiscriminately.

3. If you have any special needs, please press the button on the wall.

4. It is forbidden to demonstrate the use of stinky mud, stinky sludge, or stinky flowers on the premises!

Xia Yan raised an eyebrow.

"This is a bit too much... even though it leaves a smell that's hard to get rid of..."

Chapter 8: The Pirate King of the Elf World?

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The deep sound of the ship's horn echoed throughout the entire Kuye Port.

The massive "Saint Anus" officially set sail, slowly heading towards the boundless coastline.

Many excited people were leaning on the deck railings, either waving goodbye to their relatives and friends on the shore or chatting with their friends about the trip.

Golden sunlight slowly rises from the east, spilling onto the sea and creating shimmering waves.

The light also shone into Xia Yan's room.

Togepi, who was lying on the bed with his butt sticking out, suddenly felt a warm sensation on his buttocks. He sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

He let out a long yawn.

He rolled over and jumped off the bed.

I walked over to a stone that looked hard but had many holes in it and tapped it gently.

Knock knock.

“Cha-ke-yi—”

Wake up, turtle! The sun's shining on your butt! I want some juice.

From these dark holes emerged four soft tentacles and a slender head with a somewhat blank expression.

Potpot's sweet dream was awakened by Togepi.

Hearing Togepi's name for it, Potts remained expressionless.

You're the turtle, your whole family are turtles, no, you're the turtle egg!

Thinking this to himself, Kettle still poured some pure, clear liquid into the cup that Pokobi handed him.

"Chocolate!"

Wow, you're amazing!

Pokerby offered a timely compliment, then grabbed his cup and gulped down most of it.

Meanwhile, the pot next to it retracted back into its shell, preparing to take a nap.

"belch--"

Pokoby let out a burp, looked at the remaining tree juice in the cup, and remembered Xia Yan's expression when he repeatedly told him not to waste it. His little eyes darted around, and he hopped over to Casey, who was sitting cross-legged on the bedside table.

As you can see, Casey appears to be sitting on the bedside table, but her feet are actually a little distance away from the bedside table, dangling in the air, thanks to her superpowers.

“Cha-ke-yi—”

Little fox—

Casey slowly opened her eyes, looking somewhat helplessly at Togepi, who liked to give nicknames to Pokémon.

"Ke Xi?"

what's up?

Pokerby held up the glass in his hand; about a third of the tree sap remained.

Casey rolled her eyes at it, annoyed.

It didn't make any noise, but it was meditating, not sleeping. It knew about what was going on between Pokobi and Potpot.

“Ke Xi”.

No.

After saying that, he closed his eyes again, muttering something unintelligible, while the string of prayer beads in his hand kept moving.

“Chocolate…”

He's becoming more and more like a charlatan, talking nonsense all day long.

Pokobi muttered something under his breath.

Then, with a hopeful look, it looked at Beedrill.

But then it discovered that the giant bee, whose two needles were wrapped around an unknown weight training device, had its scarlet compound eyes already fixed on it.

His expression was intriguing.

Pokopi's smile froze for a moment, then he waved his hand with an awkward laugh.

Forget it, forget it.

But looking down at the glistening tree sap in the cup, and then touching his even rounder little belly.

“Chocolate…”

We really shouldn't waste it.

I looked at Pidgey, who was standing by the bedside with its eyes closed, pretending to be resting.

Then I glanced at the shapeshifting monster that had somehow turned into a pillow.

He pursed his lips.

It just couldn't drink anymore; it didn't deliberately spit in it.

Its sharp, cunning eyes darted around again, looking at Xia Yan, who was sitting at his desk with his back to it, fiddling with the computer.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, revealing a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She hopped and skipped over to Xia Yan's desk.

“It’s just right.”

With a broad smile, she placed the blanket beside Xia Yan's hand and called out softly.

"Has learning Ibuki's Gratitude move been scheduled yet? Sakuragi's pretty fast, he's definitely a man of action." Xia Yan replied to Sakuragi with a smile.

Ever since Sakuragi decided to cooperate with Natsuhiko, Kikuna has been organizing and sending him the daily progress of their experiments.

This would allow him to understand more intuitively how the experiment was conducted.

Sakuragi probably felt that such accurate and detailed data reports were also important to Natsuhiko, who was also doing research on Pokémon.

Just then, Pokopf handed him the cup.

"You only wake up when the sun's high in the sky, Togepi."

I gently pressed its little head.

I didn't say much about it.

After all, Pokobi worked very hard in training yesterday and completed all the training tasks assigned by Xia Yan.

Pokpie shrank his neck.

With his small, sly eyes, he watched as Xia Yan, expressionless, picked up the cup and brought it to his lips.

Xia Yan didn't notice this scene. With one hand, he opened the League's official website on the computer, checked the latest news, and took a small sip.