“How about…
coming to my place?”
Mishiro blurted out without thinking.
After all, he was the reason she had gotten dragged into this mess.
Even if he didn’t know why she had ended up in the sewers in the first place, it was still his fault.
He felt obligated to make it up to her somehow; otherwise, his conscience wouldn’t let him rest.
“Your place?”
Taro tapped her chin, lowering her gaze in mock contemplation.
“I see…
Cleaning myself up at your place before heading back would definitely be convenient.
Mm, okay, let me accept!
But…
do you have spare clothes I can change into?”
“Hmm…
I’m not sure if my mother’s clothes will fit you.
She’s a bit taller than you, but she kept herself in great shape.” Mishiro recalled while unconsciously comparing the girl in front of him to his memory.
Taro knit her brow slightly, sensing a hidden insult in his words, though she couldn’t quite pin it down.
She pivoted to a curious question: “Your mother…
Wait, where are your parents?
Since you inherited the Gym, didn’t they leave any other Pokémon behind?”
At the mention of his parents, Mishiro’s expression dimmed slightly, though he kept his tone light.
“They’ve been missing for a long time.
But recently, I got confirmed news that…
they passed away in an accident.
Before this, I was just a Breeder who didn’t even own a Pokémon.
I decided to become a Trainer specifically to inherit the Gym they left behind.”
“Oh…
I’m so sorry.”
Taro waved her hands hurriedly, guilt washing over her face.
She hadn’t expected such a tragic story.
No wonder he always carried a subtle air of distant isolation; he must have suffered immensely both mentally and physically lately.
She cleared her throat, put her hands behind her back, and leaned forward with a bright smile to change the subject.
“So you’re a rookie who just became a Trainer?
What about that Excadrill then?
You don’t act like a novice at all.”
“I caught it, of course.
Did you think it just offered itself up to me?” Mishiro replied matter-of-factly.
“You caught it yourself…” Taro’s lips twitched.
“So you mean, shortly after becoming a Trainer, you successfully tamed a wild Pokémon that strong and even beat that insanely powerful student?” This chapter was taken from NovelPing without permission.
“Just in a day’s work.” Mishiro crossed his arms and corrected her.
“And by the way, that guy was Blue, the former League Champion of the Kanto region—not just ‘some strong student.'”
“Ch-Champion?!” Taro covered her mouth in shock, eyes wide with disbelief.
But thinking it over, a claim like that was easy enough to verify, and that guy’s sheer power made sense only if he really was Champion-level.
So, she had lost to a Champion?
Thinking of it that way made her feel a bit better about her own defeat.
But then a jarring realization hit her: *A Champion lost to a novice Trainer?!
Is this guy using hacks or something?!*
Taro unconsciously clenched her fists.
Looking at Mishiro, her curiosity was now tinged with a burning desire for a rematch.
Just then, the emergency room lights went off.
Nurse Joy, her pink hair neatly set, walked out accompanied by an Audino in a nurse uniform.
Mishiro hurried forward.
“How is Greninja?”
“Are you a Breeder?” Nurse Joy glanced at him with curiosity.
When he nodded, she smiled warmly.
“Your emergency first aid was exceptional, and your medical knowledge is remarkably solid.
If you hadn’t treated it immediately, given the severity of its injuries, even I couldn’t guarantee a full recovery.
Rest assured, the surgery was a complete success.
With proper rest, it’ll bounce back in no time.
Never underestimate a Pokémon’s natural healing abilities!”
“Thank you so much!
Can I see…”
“Not just yet,” Nurse Joy cut in gently, sensing his anxiety.
“There are still some follow-up procedures.
You can visit once it’s transferred to a regular ward.” She added kindly, “By the way, are you a Trainer?
If you have a Trainer Card, medical treatment at the Pokémon Center is completely free, and prescription costs are half-price.”
“I…”
Mishiro was struck speechless.
Having only recently regained his memories, he had forgotten to apply for a Trainer Card.
It served as a Trainer’s official ID, and since registering required owning at least one Pokémon, he had never gotten around to it.
“Use mine.”
Seeing Mishiro rubbing his neck awkwardly with a silly grin, Taro couldn’t take it anymore and handed over her own Trainer Card.
Since her card had been issued in the Unova region, she didn’t qualify for the half-price medicine discount in Kalos.
However, as the daughter of a wealthy mining tycoon, a small fee like this was pocket change.
“Thanks a lot,” Mishiro scratched his head sheepishly.
“You really seem clueless about basic common sense.
Make sure to find time to get your Trainer Card sorted,” Taro advised gently.
“Will do, I promise,” Mishiro pounded his chest.
Since there was nothing more they could do at the Pokémon Center for now, they decided to leave and return later. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Stepping outside, Mishiro let out a long breath.
The sky had cleared and the rain had completely stopped—the system’s weather forecast had been spot-on.
Only then did he recall his previous Archive Quest.
The system had notified him of its completion earlier, but he’d been too busy saving Greninja to check.
Taking advantage of the quiet moment, he brought up the system interface to view his rewards:
[Legendary Archive: “Sewer Greninja”]
[Archive Quest: Win a battle using Greninja in any sewer battlefield (Completed)]
[Quest Rewards: Technical Machine: Dark Pulse, Greninja Follow-up Archive Intel, Legend Points × 100]
“Follow-up Archive Intel?” Mishiro blinked, pulling up the newly unlocked entry in the Daily Intel archive.
Upon tapping it open, a line of text emerged:
[Archive Intel: Everyone, do you still remember the story of Greninja?
In the second year of Gen’wa…
the invincible Ash-Greninja was born, sweeping through the Lumiose Conference!]
“Huh?
Ash-Greninja?”
Mishiro’s brow furrowed tightly as a bad feeling washed over him.
This narrative sounded way too familiar.
Sure enough, the system prompt rang out in his mind the very next second.
[Related intel acquired.
Create Legendary Archive?]
“…Create!”
Mishiro answered mentally.
Even though he had already guessed what it was, he clung to a tiny sliver of hope.
[Legendary Archive created: “Golden Healing Shuriken”]
[Vaguely, you remember that day when Greninja unleashed its Golden Water Shuriken in the final clash against Charizard.
Watching Water-Absorb Charizard standing victorious in the arena, you wept bitterly in front of your TV, swearing that one day, you would claim victory in that match.]
[Archive Quest: Battle a Charizard with Greninja and deliver the finishing blow using Water Shuriken to win.]
[Side Quest: Change the quest target to defeating Mega Charizard X.]
[Rewards: Charizardite X, 2 Mega Stones of Choice (Side Quest / Excludes Mega Stones for Legendary or Mythical Pokémon), Legend Points × 100, Legend Points × 300 (Side Quest)]
“Are you freaking kidding me?!”
Mishiro nearly exploded out loud.
It was just as he feared!
What kind of legendary archive was this?!
Golden Healing Shuriken and Water-Absorb Charizard?!
Without a doubt, this damn system was a total Greninja hater!
Watching Mishiro’s expression violently shift through various shades of rage and despair, Taro tapped her chin and tilted her head, giving him a deeply concerned look.
She was genuinely debating whether to turn around and ask Nurse Joy for a mental checkup.
Right now, this guy looked like he had taken a falling sewer brick straight to the skull…