Riverstone University, Blaze Campus
Laboratory Building D, Examination Paper Correction Room
"What were these candidates even thinking? One of them claimed Nosepass could learn every single attack move and follow both physical and special attack paths. They think it's some kind of fortress?" A senior grader scoffed, shaking her head.
"Seriously! I had someone say Nosepass could learn Fighting-type moves and even use Quick Attack. Nosepass! The Pokémon that takes a full year to move a single meter! Quick Attack? That's like asking a Slowpoke to sprint," another student chimed in, rolling her eyes. "I doubt they even know what a Nosepass is."
"My brain hurts! I need a break," groaned a third student, rubbing her temples. "Plus, I still have to feed the Nosepasses later."
"Don't remind me. I have a magnetic test to run after this. Looks like I'll be here until midnight," another sighed.
The girls in school uniforms exchanged gripes as they marked exam papers, keeping their voices low. After all, their tutor Scarlett—the youngest professor at Riverstone University, a Master Pokémon Breeder, and the owner of the Dragoncrest Hall—was seated nearby, listening.
"Here's a good one," a student spoke up, eyebrow raised. "This candidate suggests' crushing electromagnetic ore and sprinkling it on Babiri and Chople Berries to feed Nosepass'. Apparently, it's supposed to stimulate evolution using ultra-high-intensity electromagnetic fields. Where do they get this stuff?"
The students burst into laughter.
Scarlett was reclining on the sofa, skimming the latest issue of the Pokémon Ultra Times. But upon hearing "Babiri Berry" and "Ultra-Intensity Magnetic Field," she looked up. "Let me see that paper."
The student laughing the hardest passed it over to her.
As Scarlett scanned the page, her expression gradually sharpened. "This candidate's technical skill is still rough," she mused, "but their second Breeder plan shows some real promise. What score did you give this?"
"Uh… I was just about to ask. It's a bit outside the standard answers," the student admitted.
Scarlett smirked slightly. "They're not trying to show off. They've tailored this plan to make sure even the examiner sees its value. Clever."
The student blinked, intrigued.
"Mark this one carefully, check their ID, and, if they're admitted, invite them to join my team," Scarlett instructed, tossing the paper back.
Since names were concealed on the test, Scarlett couldn't just summon the candidate right away. "With an understanding of Nosepass like that, they shouldn't have any trouble getting in."
"Yes, Professor!" the student replied, then hesitated. "What about the score on the last question?"
"Full marks," Scarlett replied, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "And set up today's lab magnetic field early. Try increasing the intensity by 50%."
With that, she stood and exited the office.
"Yes, Professor."
Once Scarlett left, the students exchanged glances, then quickly gathered around.
"Come on, let's check out that Breeder plan you were clueless about!" one teased.
"Oh, get lost!" the other laughed, playfully pushing her aside.
Riverstone University, Blaze Campus
Battlefield No. 24
"Better bring your A-game! I may admire your Ralts, but I'm not going easy on you!" The senior student's expression was fierce, her eyes gleaming with resolve.
"Ducklett, use Aerial Ace!"
The light blue duckling, with a tiny heart shape on its head, flapped its wings and took to the air, diving down in a precision strike like a hawk on the hunt.
"Impressive speed," John acknowledged, admiring her Ducklett's skill and training.
"Ralts, use Confusion!" he commanded.
"Ralt~~" Ralts raised its delicate hand, pointing at the swooping Ducklett. An invisible wave of psychic energy burst forth, striking Ducklett mid-dive.
Ducklett froze, suspended mid-air, locked in Ralts's Confusion.
With a slight motion of its hand, Ralts sent Ducklett crashing to the ground with a thunderous impact, creating a small crater.
"What a powerful Confusion! Ralts, you're amazing!" The senior's eyes sparkled with excitement, even as her own Pokémon struggled to rise.
Meanwhile, Ducklett seemed to think: 'Wait, am I yours, or is Ralts is?'
"But my Ducklett's tough! Ducklett, Water Gun!" she called, shifting tactics.
But John didn't falter. "One hit isn't enough. Ralts, keep going! Don't let up until Ducklett's done!"
Ralts raised its hand once more, sending another pulse of Confusion. Ducklett, mid-breath, struggled to gather the water in its beak before Ralts lifted it into the air again, slamming it back down with another resounding "boom!"
The pattern continued, Ducklett bouncing off the ground like a ragged punching bag.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Ducklett's durability was almost heroic, but each slam was brutal.
John wiped his brow, beginning to question if his little Ralt fully understood the sheer power she was wielding.
The senior let out a mixture of admiration and horror. "It's adorable and vicious—I love it!"
John shot her a look. Was she serious?
"I knew Ralts would win the moment it hit the field!" she cheered, pointing at Ralts as if trying to convince the referee.
The referee, equally drenched in sweat, thought, 'Lady, please—you're the one who's losing.'
At last, the referee called out, "Ducklett is unable to battle! Ralts wins, and victory goes to John!"
The senior gazed at Ducklett with mixed emotions, as if apologizing for the rollercoaster it had endured.
For its part, Ducklett simply blinked, weary and maybe slightly traumatized, as if to say: 'Next time, find me a gentler opponent.'
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After the Pokemon battle ended, the examiner—who was visibly taken with Ralts's rare Shiny form—suggested they snap a quick photo together. Holding up her Pokégear with a bright grin, she motioned for John and Ralts to join in.
Ralts, still a little bashful, glanced up at John, who gave an encouraging smile. With a quiet "Ralt…" it moved closer, allowing the examiner to get her photo. Afterward, she introduced herself as Lucy and flashed John an even brighter smile. "Mind if we keep in touch?" she asked, extending her Pokégear for a contact exchange.
John raised an eyebrow. 'Well, that's unexpected,' he thought, though he couldn't shake the feeling that Lucy was just as interested in his Shiny Pokémon as she was in him. Then again, in the world of Pokemon, a Shiny Ralts was practically a VIP pass to making friends. He shrugged, exchanged contacts, and smiled back.
As he left the exam hall, he mused, 'If she can't catch a Shiny, I guess catching its trainer isn't a bad backup plan.' Pokemon trainers knew how these subtle power moves worked, and John figured there was no harm in a little networking.
The Pokemon battle marked the final part of Riverstone University's entrance exam, so with that done, John had only to wait for the results, which would be published online in three days. He planned to stick around Dragoncrest City until then. If Riverstone didn't work out, he could always consider Dragonis Breeding College, another reputable school nearby.
Back at his hotel, John flopped onto the bed, pulled out his Gameboy, and resumed his usual grind. His in-game character was still in Dewford Town, trekking through Granite Cave in search of Shiny Pokemon. He'd been at it for days, battling every wild encounter that popped up.
"The odds for Shinies must be rigged," he muttered, leaning back. "There's no way I haven't found one after 3,000 battles." Just as he was about to lose hope, a Pokemon with red gloves appeared on the screen. His eyes lit up.
'Finally!' he thought, expecting a Hitmonchan. But, no—it was a Shiny Makuhita: big, clumsy, and grinning right at him.
John sighed. "Not exactly what I was hoping for." Still, a Shiny was a Shiny, so he threw a Poké Ball and caught it after a couple of tries. He then checked its stats:
[Makuhita (Fighting-Type)] (Shiny)
[Level: 14]
[Ability: Perseverance (Increases attack by 50% when in a status condition; attack remains at full power even when burned)]
[Individual values: HP (31), Attack (31), Special Attack (12), Defense (20), Special Defense (27), Speed (31)]
[Held Item: Black Belt (10% boost to Fighting-type moves)]
John looked over the stats. With high values in HP, Attack, and Speed, it made a decent tank. But up against heavy hitters like Aggron and Snorlax, it wasn't likely to dominate. After a moment's thought, he decided the Shiny Makuhita would make a better mascot than a battler.
Before stashing it in his PC, he swiped the Black Belt and equipped it on his Torchic. "If only I could swipe items from wild Pokémon in real life—easy money!" he chuckled to himself.
The Black Belt could fetch 50,000 Pokédollars on the open market, thanks to its 10% boost to Fighting moves. High-tier items like that were always in demand, and though they didn't sell for much in-game, real-world currency and items were becoming increasingly interconnected.
After a while, John returned to training his Ralts, managing to get it from level 18 to 20 in just a few hours. 'Two more levels,' he thought eagerly, 'and Ralts will evolve into Kirlia.'
The next afternoon, as John was about to order takeout, his Pokégear buzzed. It was Grace, a friend from his hometown, calling him up.
"Hey, John!" Her voice was bright, and he could sense a bit of mischief in her tone. "Have you had lunch yet?"
"Not yet," he replied, a bit surprised. He hadn't expected to hear from her today.
"How about joining me? I've got a few friends here. You'll like them," she teased.
John smirked. "Are they cute? Because if not, I'll pass."
Grace laughed. "Yes, you shallow child. And one of them is second only to me in charm, so be nice!"
John chuckled, leaning back on the bed. "Second to you? Now I'm really not interested."
Grace groaned, though he couldn't see her rolling her eyes. "Oh, stop it! Just get down here. We're at the snack street by Ember Lake. Hurry up!" And with that, she hung up, leaving him little choice.
Grinning, John threw on a fresh shirt and headed downstairs. High school nostalgia aside, he wasn't going to pass up lunch with a familiar face—and maybe a cute one or two. He hopped into a cab, setting his sights on the bustling snack street by Ember Lake. It was time to unwind, let the day's catches—both Pokémon and people—sink in, and maybe add a few more memories to his adventure.
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