“Fet it, don’t waste my time.”

  After a moment of thought, Paul tossed a Poké Ball, releasing a Gyarados bato the wild.

  To Paul, exceptional talent wasn’t all that rare. With the breeding facilities he had access to, nearly half of the Pokémon raised there were already sidered highly talented.

  Given that, what was the point of raising an average Gyarados?

  Paul would rather catch a Magikarp with top-tier potential and raise it from scratch than waste time on a mediyarados.

  After all, the world was full of powerful Gyarados with extraordinary abilities. Why settle for mediocrity?

  Even without sidering Lance’s potential capture of the infamous “Raging Gyarados,” or Lysandre’s formidable Shiny Gyarados, both of which were among the stro, there were still others like Misty’s Gyarados, which lear least five moves right after evolving. Its talent was undeniably exceptional.

  What use was there in capturing a run-of-the-mill Gyarados?

  And Gyarados wasn’t even the most extreme example—Charizard took the cake.

  In this mixed world where top trainers from various timelines gathered, ohing became apparent: there were too many overpowered Charizards.

  Charizard Y, Charizard X, Leon’s Charizard, Lance’s Charizard, Ash’s Charizard...

  Having a Charizard wasn’t the issue; the problem was having a weak one.

  Paul wouldn’t even sider raising a Charizard unless it had the potential to outcss all the others. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have the fideo train it to the top.

  After all, the petition among Charizard trainers was too intense.

  Just then, Gible desded from the sky, carried by Elekid. Upon nding, Elekid immediately rushed to Blissey, stretg out its hands with an exhausted expression.

  “Blissey~”

  Blissey noticed Elekid’s hands, red and swollen as if it had been struck repeatedly by moves.

  Extending its own hands, Blissey used Heal Pulse to soothe Elekid’s injuries. Within seds, the swelling disappeared.

  “Show me your strength.” Paul said, walking over to Gible and pointing at Elekid.

  “Use Dragoh.”

  “Huh?”

  Gible tilted its head in disbelief, its eyes widening.

  That’s my big brother! How I attack him?

  “Bzzt~”

  Elekid, touched by Gible’s loyalty, felt its bond with the little one deepen.

  Paul’s cold stare silenced Gible’s hesitation.

  “Gib!”

  Determined, Gible puffed out its chest, eling its purest Dragon-type energy into a greeh of power that shot toward Elekid.

  “Bzzt?!”

  Caught off guard, Elekid was struck squarely a flying.

  Big bro carried me through the skies; now it’s my turn to make him fly!Gible: Repaying kindness with kindness.

  “Bzzt~!”

  Elekid’s face darkened as it got up, st tible with glowing hands ready to unleash Brick Break.

  “Use Dragon Cw!” Paul ordered.

  Gible rushed forward, its tiny cws glowing greee its best effort, its small size made the attack awkward.

  “Bang!”

  Dragon Cw cshed with Brick Break, but Gible’s attack cked the power to pete. It was knocked backward and immediately dug a hole to escape.

  From a safe distance, Gible peeked out to gauge Elekid’s mood, only to find itself locked in its brother’s sights.

  Elekid began charging Focus Bst.

  “Stop.” Paul anded, halting Elekid’s move.

  Paul frowned. Gible’s current strength wasn’t enough to face Elekid head-on. And using tactical strategies like Dig and Fly would just result in a tedious stalemate.

  This kind of training was meaningless. It would be better fible to focus on developing its own moves.

  “Bzzt~”

  Relutly, Elekid celed Focus Bst and begauring Gible instead.

  It wasn’t that Elekid didn’t want to teach Gible a lesson physically, but Gible’s tough skin made it impractical. Striking Gible felt like hitting armor—both would end up hurt.

  “Gib...”

  Gible lowered its head apologetically, aowledging its mistake.

  ime, I’ll think twice!

  “Bzzt~”

  Satisfied with its little brother’s attitude, Elekid nodded. Gible roving to be a quick learner.

  “Alright, for now, Gible will train alongside Elekid in battling Ursaring, with Blissey supp them with Gravity.”

  After a moment of thought, Paul decided to proceed with some ventional training.

  The day.

  Under clear skies, Paul arrived at Oreburgh City’s iic gym, ready for his challenge.

  Uher buildings iy, the Oreburgh Gym was carved into a mountain at the city’s edge, standing out as a uructure.

  Walking up to the door, Paul pressed the bell. Within seds, the doors opened, revealing a sleek, modern interior.

  “Wele young man, to the Oreburgh Gym.” greeted a middle-aged man with dark green hair.

  “Hello, I’m Paul. I scheduled a gym battle for today.” Paul replied curtly.

  “Ah, a challenger! I’m Yan, the gym’s administrator. Roark has been expeg you. The match begin whenever you’re ready." Yan said with a smile, leading Paul inside.

  “Roark is an exceptional gym leader, specializing in Rock-type Pokémoing him won’t be easy—good luck!”

  “I’ll do my best.” Paul replied, his expression was unreadable.

  In the arena, the battlefield opeo reveal a clear sky overhead. Scattered rocks dotted the ground.

  Oher side stood Roark, wearing his signature mini and goggles.

  “Wele, challenger! I’m Roark, Oreburgh’s Gym Leader. Let’s have a great match!”

  “Likewise.” Paul replied, stepping into position.

  Yan raised his hand. “This gym battle will be a three-on-three match. The challenger may switon, but the Gym Leader ot. The matds when all three Pokémon on one side are uo battle. Begin!”

  “Geodude, let’s go!” Roark decred, throwing his Poké Ball.

  “Geo!”

  The Geodude nded on the field, raising its fists in preparation.

  “Gible, get ready!” Paul shouted, releasing Gible onto the battlefield.

  “Gib~!”

  Gible leapt onto the field, baring its teeth in an attempt to look fierce.

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