I'm a Pokémon Master from School City (by mistake)

"Um..." Xiao Zhi scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Thank you, because my willfulness has caused you trouble again."

"Huh?" Chiyo seemed not to understand.

"It's Kyogre." Ash tried to whisper, then pointed straight to the sky.

"You..." Chiyo was speechless. She suddenly realized that she saw something in Satoshi.

What I saw was my past self.

It's not just because he's the protagonist of an animated film I watched as a child, but also because he embodies characteristics of my own childhood.

Passionate, persistent, and full of dreams.

And they're just as stupid as him.

"I don't know anything about Georka," Chiyo shrugged. "You're lucky, what does it have to do with me?"

"We understand," Xiaoxia said gratefully. "Don't worry, we'll definitely keep it a secret!"

"Damn it!!!" Chiyo thought to herself, "What do you guys know?!"

I was so impulsive today, so incredibly impulsive. I revealed both of my cards at once.

Was I cursed today?

I need to get some rest and relax.

In the end, Chiyo did not go to find the man. Although everything started as planned, the final outcome was not satisfactory. The wildfire did start, but the affected area was remote and the damage was not significant, remaining within the acceptable range for the townspeople.

Thus, there was no subsequent collection of land for development under the guise of charity and funding.

As for the Squirtle Army...

Although they weren't recognized for saving the town, the wildfires taught the town's residents that they really needed a firefighting team stationed in the town.

After learning about Squirtle's performance, Officer Jenny, acting as guarantor, invited and established the Squirtle Fire Brigade.

Everything has returned to the starting point of the story.

The only difference is that the Squirtles haven't completely cleared their names; their previous actions haven't made the villagers particularly welcoming of the fire brigade. If it weren't for Officer Jenny's mediation and guarantor, they would have even considered hiring a fire brigade from outside.

Therefore, the founding ceremony of the Squirtle Fire Brigade did not have the same joyful and happy atmosphere as in the original work, where they were making dumplings together.

Instead, they were simultaneously excited and suspicious, scrutinizing and monitoring each other.

Chiyo did not attend the founding ceremony, but she observed it from a distance.

Seeing the various expressions on the faces of the people, Chiyo suddenly realized that perhaps Officer Jenny's words were indeed unrelated to the system.

I had never paid attention to these people before, except for the main and supporting characters.

They are not programs, nor do they change because of the protagonist. All their actions are caused by what they see, think, and need.

The only one who truly needs to change, or rather, needs to re-evaluate the world, is oneself.

"Aren't you going?" Xiao Gang had somehow appeared next to Chiyo, and he asked, looking quite pleased.

"No." Chiyo shook her head. "Not interested."

"So what are you planning to do next?" Xiao Gang didn't say anything else but asked, "Stay with us?"

“No!” Chiyo insisted, “I plan to take a nap first. Wake me up when you leave.”

"Well, I didn't mean I'd go with you, but I think we should travel the same way."

I went back to my room and went to sleep, ignoring the strange yet harmonious atmosphere outside the founding ceremony, where at least no one objected.

Chiyo chose to sleep and returned to Academy City.

The first thing I do when I get out of bed is check my phone.

There was no message, and no one called.

It seems to be going pretty much as I predicted. The robbery is still in the fishing stage; the bait might not work, and the fish will have to outsmart the air force...

Pshaw! I've never come home empty-handed while fishing! As a seasoned angler, I can catch anything!

After glancing at the time again, Chiyo changed her clothes and headed towards school.

Halfway there, Chiyo saw the convenience store that had once blown her up again.

It has been repaired and reopened today. The interior seems to have been renovated, and there is a row of gashapon machines outside.

"Eh?"

Chiyo suddenly became interested in the gashapon machine.

This thing existed in a previous life, and its appealing qualities are similar to blind boxes.

Chiyo usually has absolutely no interest in this thing.

Her consumption philosophy is that she wants to buy directly, rather than smoke.

Chiyo had a deep understanding of her own character, and the same was true of her gambling luck.

She could never pull out a single one of those "buy one get one free" offers that others would drink a whole case of in one go.

I don't expect anything else.

A true African chieftain, the kind who can never leave the country, the kind who would be swept back by the waves even if he tried to cross by himself.

But today, Chiyo wants to give it a try.

After all, I've even encountered something like time travel, so I should be able to turn my luck around in this life, right?

Chiyo walked up to the gashapon machine.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be one of those newer versions of an old-fashioned gashapon machine.

There's no doubt about this statement: it's a brand new, latest-style gashapon machine, but with the oldest internal structure. You could say it's a purely mechanical gashapon machine with not a single electronic component.

It's still the kind of purely mechanical gashapon machine where you just tie a rope to it and pull out a coin, allowing you to get unlimited free coins.

Don't ask her why she could tell at a glance, because she had done her research.

I crouched down to look at the descriptions of the medals. They ranged from phone charms and keychains to ornaments and figurines—all kinds of items in various styles.

The rarest of them is a Gekota snowflake.

The picture looks exquisite; it shows two frogs dressed in Lolita fashion rolling a snowball in front of a log cabin.

The probability of being selected is 0.0000001%.

"I really don't see what's so collectible about this thing." Chiyo looked at Gekota, genuinely puzzled as to why it was worth collecting.

"Forget it~"

Chiyo didn't care; she just wanted to see if her luck had turned around.

Take out a coin and insert it.

"Ah, the great Serengeti plains, the great East African Rift Valley, the great... ah, pshaw, pshaw~" Chiyo clasped her hands together. "Great Alps, Ural Mountains, Nile... pshaw, Danube, Thames, grant me strength!"

Click-click~ Twist!

Clatter, clatter, gurgle, gurgle—a series of mechanical noises came from inside.

Within seconds, a large sphere rolled out of the exit.

Half white and half red, it looks like a Poké Ball.

But it's much bigger than that one.

Chiyo felt both excited and serene, hopeful and disappointed. She tried to suppress her ever-increasing expectations, picked up the red and white ball, and then opened it with trembling hands.

Inside was a plastic package.

"Oh my god!!!! That's a Gekota Snowflake Ball with a 0.0000001% chance of being drawn! I emptied all the gashapon machines around here and still couldn't get it!!!"

The sound it made was very familiar to Chiyo.

She knew who it was without even turning her head.

Chiyo immediately picked it up, looking at the person shouting with a wary expression, and said, "I can't give it to you!"

Misaka Mikoto!

Even a fool could tell who it was!

Chiyo said firmly, "This is proof of my escape from poverty and my entry into Europe! It's filled with my blood and tears! I will absolutely not let you give it to me!"

"I wouldn't trade it for anything!"

She's finally free from bad luck! She's finally free from bad luck! She loves time travel! She's finally free from bad luck!

Ah~ Farewell, dear homeland, today I set sail for the holy land I have always dreamed of!

Mikoto still couldn't resist the temptation of that snowflake ball. It was only put out today, and the probability of winning it was extremely low. There would definitely be one in the first batch, but if it was taken, it would be a big problem. Who knows how long it would take for the merchant to restock? And if they stopped producing it, it would really be a collector's item.

She really wanted it!

Mikoto could hardly resist the temptation of this snow globe that she felt would definitely be a collector's item, and slowly moved forward like a zombie wanting a brain.

"Speaking of which, what are you doing here?" Chiyo decided to change the subject. She noticed that Mikoto was carrying two large plastic bags full of stuff, and that a group of children were following behind her.

Each child was carrying at least two large plastic bags.

Each one contained disassembled red and white balls.

What plot point has this reached? Is Mikoto impersonating a disciplinary committee member? Or does she know about the dorm supervisor's relationship? Or has the younger sister's storyline been moved forward?

I haven't even fully started drawing my eyebrows yet; it doesn't even look quite right!

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Plot and Reality

"Oh, you mean these kids?"

As expected, Misaka's focus is sometimes unreliable.

Just as Chiyo had predicted, Mikoto was easily diverted from the topic without any surprise.

“I met her on the road,” Mikoto said naturally.

"We met on the way?" Chiyo asked, frowning slightly. "Are you here? The hospital, the school, and your dorm don't seem to be on the same route, do they?"

Chiyo remembered that Mikoto's dormitory was located between the hospital and the school.

If you come here to go to school with me, you'll have to walk twice as far, right?

this....

"It's the weekend, didn't you forget?" Mikoto noticed that Chiyo was still carrying her schoolbag and couldn't help but complain, "Have you lost track of the days?"

Chiyo quickly took out her phone to check.

Sure enough, it's the weekend, no school today.

Besides, the disciplinary committee members are on patrol in shifts, and it's not my turn today.

"Ah..." Chiyo patted her head.

'Time travel...'

Running back and forth between two worlds, sometimes I always get the time wrong.

This is really...

"Are you alright today?" Mikoto asked.

"No." Chiyo shrugged and asked, "What? Is something wrong?"

"Don't be so serious all the time," Mikoto said with a grin. "Well, I just happened to have nothing to do today, so I came to see you."

She glanced at Chiyo carrying a schoolbag and said, "How about we go to the schoolyard? You don't seem to have explored it properly before."

Chiyo thought about it and realized that if she didn't have to go to school today, there really wouldn't be anything to do.

Taking a break is not a bad idea.

After all, it's not good to always be tense, so he nodded in agreement.

After saying goodbye to the group of children, the two quickly arrived at the schoolyard.

Chiyo stood at the doorway, looking at the security camera at the entrance.

Mikoto glanced at Chiyo and then at her, seemingly understanding what Chiyo was thinking, and said, "I heard from Kuroko that a member of the Disciplinary Committee went to ask that girl. She said she was just curious, so she followed her in. And her abilities have indeed improved, but only for a very short time, probably only a minute or two, to make people ignore her."