"Hello everyone, my name's Laura. I'm excited to be in class with all of you! I love drawing, and my favorite Pokemon is Dedenne. I'm running for the position of publicity committee member, and I hope I can count on your support!"
Laura's introduction was brief but sincere, and a faint blush spread across her face as she nervously spoke. It was one of those moments where the words came out in a rush, but the courage to speak at all was impressive.
John, watching from the back of the room, raised an eyebrow. There was something endearing about her—a shy, artsy girl stepping up with all the bravery she could muster. It was like watching someone tiptoe into a cold pool, only to realize it wasn't so bad after all.
Daisy, sitting front and center, led a round of applause. Her genuine encouragement sparked an even bigger round from the class. It wasn't just Laura's words; it was her honesty and nerve that earned their admiration.
With Laura breaking the ice, more students followed her lead. One by one, they stood to introduce themselves, some with confidence, others more hesitantly, but all eager to join the class committees.
John sat back, observing the spectacle with a detached interest. He couldn't help but notice how familiar this all seemed—the same old committees at every school: the sanitation crew, the cultural committee that only showed up once a year, and now this. It was like a high school movie set in college.
Soon enough, almost every committee seat was filled. There was only one left—the class leader. And suddenly, the room fell silent.
"Let's make it a guy this time," Daisy declared with authority, glancing around the room. "If something big comes up, we'll need someone reliable."
All eyes turned to John and Ricardo, a half-Brazilian student with a redbandana on his head. Even the other guys seemed to acknowledge that only these two had a shot at the position.
John tried to ignore the stares. Joining a committee? Fine. But being the class representative? That was a hassle waiting to happen.
Ricardo, leaning back in his chair with a smirk, didn't seem fazed by the attention. He flicked his gaze away, pretending like none of this was even remotely interesting.
Daisy wasn't one to let anything slide, though. "What, you two are just going to let this go? College is all about stepping up! Push your limits!" Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she looked at the girls. "Alright then, if no one's volunteering, let's vote!"
The girls exchanged glances, the competitive energy building. There was no room for hesitation now, not with Daisy's tone leaving no escape.
"We'll go row by row, starting from the left," she announced, like a game show host.
The first girl stood up, her face red as she stammered, "I vote for Ricardo."
Her shy expression only seemed to stir the competitive spirit of the others. Immediately, another girl shot up, casting her vote for John.
And just like that, the battle was on. The votes piled up, 15 for John, 15 for Ricardo—an even tie. The tension in the room felt like it could be cut with a knife. It was like watching the climax of a reality TV show, except this was real and no one had signed a contract.
Just when the final vote was about to be cast, there was a knock on the door. A senior stepped in, scanning the room like he was looking for a missing person.
"Excuse me, is John here?" he called out.
All eyes turned to John, who was casually absorbed in his Gameboy, the very image of someone who had no idea he was the center of attention.
He glanced up, startled. "Uh, yeah, that's me. What's up?"
The senior took a step forward, glancing at Daisy nervously. "Professor Scarlett is looking for you," he said, his voice a mix of awe and nervousness.
A collective gasp rippled through the room. Professor Scarlett was a renowned Pokemon researcher, famous for her groundbreaking studies and widely respected in academic circles. Being invited to join her research team was an opportunity most could only dream of, especially for a freshman.
Daisy's eyes widened with genuine surprise, her cool demeanor slipping just a bit. "Professor Scarlett? You mean... that Scarlett?"
The senior nodded, confirming what no one could quite believe. "She'd like John to join her team."
The room erupted into murmurs. John barely had time to process the news, let alone bask in it.
Daisy, still recovering, turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "Well, that's an opportunity you shouldn't miss."
"Got it," John said, standing up and sliding his Gameboy into his bag as he made his way to the door.
As John exited, whispers filled the room.
"Who is this John guy? He's barely been here a minute, and now he's joining Professor Scarlett's team?"
"He's gotta be related to her, right? There's no way he's already done something to impress her."
"But Scarlett's team doesn't just take 'related' students…"
Daisy cleared her throat, cutting through the buzz of conversation. The room fell silent, all eyes back on her.
With both John and Ricardo now off the table, the class was left with no choice but to start the vote for class leader all over again. The drama, it seemed, was far from over.
John followed the senior downstairs.
"I'm Ben, a junior studying the Pokedex. Before you meet my mentor, I have a personal question for you, if that's okay?" Ben asked, his voice curious as they descended the stairs.
At Riverstone University, the first year was just a general introduction to the departments, and in the second year, students specialized in their specific fields.
"Sure."
"Did you design the Breeder program for Nosepass that's mentioned in your paper?" Ben asked, genuinely curious. He had studied Nosepass alongside Professor Scarlett for a long time but still couldn't understand why a freshman named John had written about the Breeder program.
John, too, was wondering why Professor Scarlett wanted him to join her research team. Now it seemed like it was because of his work on Nosepass's Breeder program.
But a Breeder program for Nosepass—was it really enough to get him directly into a research team?
"No, I just read about it in a book," John replied.
"I see." Ben nodded, his suspicions confirmed. Given John's age and the depth of his knowledge as a freshman, there was no way he could have developed such detailed research without some outside influence.
Soon, Ben led John to Building 7, to Room 7—the office.
"Professor, John is here," Ben announced as they reached the door. He quickly stepped aside and entered the adjacent office.
"Come in," came a voice from within.
John pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The office wasn't what he expected. There was a single desk, flanked by two large sofas. On one side, a Glaceon lay lounging, and on the other, a Flareon rested its head on the armrest. A female assistant was tidying up some papers on the coffee table. In the corner, a Roselia dozed off in a vase that was curiously empty of flowers.
It looked more like a private study than an office.
A young woman with silver hair sat on one of the sofas, her face youthful but unmistakably authoritative. She wore a researcher's white lab coat and had one hand resting gently on Flareon's fur while holding a book titled The Meaning of Pokemon to the World in the other hand.
Scarlett—a renowned researcher, the youngest professor at Riverstone University, and a Pokemon Breeder master.
"Sit down," Scarlett said without looking up from her book.
John, who had lived through many situations in his 18 years, wasn't intimidated by the formal atmosphere. He casually dropped into the seat opposite Professor Scarlett, causing Glaceon to shift with a yawn and flop onto the desk, once again dozing off.
"What do you need from me?" John asked.
"I have a few questions I'd like you to answer," Scarlett said, still not looking up from her book.
Here we go again, John thought, expecting Scarlett to ask the same thing as Ben. But her tone was more commanding than inquisitive, almost like an order.
"First question: How strong do you think the magnetic field needs to be for Nosepass to evolve into Probopass?"
John blinked. "What?"
"Don't you know?"
"No, I do." John thought for a second before answering. "Based on what I've read, for a magnetic field to affect Nosepass, the strength needs to be between 10T and 10.5T."
"So precise?" Scarlett raised an eyebrow.
"Well, a field below 10T won't have any effect on Nosepass, and anything above 10.5T could damage it. For Nosepass to evolve, it needs to be in that range for an extended period. When it adapts to the field strength, it can evolve into Probopass," John explained, though he hadn't personally tested it.
"However," John continued, "I'd recommend using the natural magnetic fields found in nature. Probopass that evolves under those conditions are generally stronger than those evolving in artificially created magnetic fields, even if the field strength is the same."
Scarlett set the book down. This matched the results she had obtained in her own research. At first, she had believed that Nosepass's natural strength influenced the evolution, but now it seemed that the magnetic field itself was a key factor.
"We'll need to test that again," Scarlett mused.
"Why?" John asked.
"I'm not sure," Scarlett replied thoughtfully. "But this theory seems to be the most plausible explanation."
Then, Scarlett asked, "Do you think it's better for Nosepass to evolve using a Thunder Stone, or is it better to use a special magnetic field?"
John thought for a moment before answering. "It really depends on what you want from the Nosepass. If you evolve it with a Thunder Stone, it'll have stronger electric-type moves. But if you evolve it with a special magnetic field, its overall stats improve, and its ability to control electromagnetism is enhanced."
John continued, recalling something he had read in his notes from Roxanne. "With a Probopass evolved under a special magnetic field, there's even a training program that allows it to learn the move electromagnetic levitation, which frees it from its usual speed disadvantage."
Scarlett straightened up, clearly impressed. She then asked, "In your Breeder program for Nosepass, you mention using Babiri Berries. Why is that? Nosepass is a rock-type Pokemon, and Babiri Berries are normally used for steel-types."
"Really?" John raised an eyebrow. "I thought it made sense. Babiri Berries increase resistance to steel-type moves, which is pretty useful for Nosepass, since it's weak to steel-type attacks."
"Well, even Nosepass in the wild will eat Babiri Berries if they encounter them," Scarlett said, nodding. "That's because Nosepass are often stationary and use their magnetism to attract prey, which can bring them into contact with their natural enemy, Metang. Babiri Berries help them resist Metang's steel-type moves, making the berries even more appealing to them than regular food."
"Interesting..." John nodded, understanding now.
Scarlett smiled. "You've done your research. Fieldwork like that is crucial for the most accurate results."
"Thank you, Professor," John said.
Scarlett reached for a contract on the table and slid it across to John. "Sign this, and you'll officially be a member of my research team."
John looked at the contract but didn't sign it immediately. He furrowed his brow and looked up at Scarlett.
"Professor Scarlett, I have one question of my own."
"Go ahead."
"Why should I join your research team?"
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