Teacher Linna brought Roy into the classroom, briefly introduced him, and without mentioning that Roy’s Pokémon were Ghost-type, she assigned him to his seat.
At the very back of the class by the window, the hometown of kings.
Roy’s seat was also a single desk, for the same reason.
Holding the newly issued textbook, “Essentials of Pokémon Raising,” Roy began to flip through it.
Roy really hadn’t seen this kind of book much back at Mt.
Pyre; it contained points to note for training and raising Pokémon of various types.
Of course, books like this available on the market only skim the surface and lack in-depth introductions; the truly useful stuff…
But Roy flipped through the entire book and couldn’t find the three words “Ghost-type.” Even the Fairy-type, which was first defined in the Galar region last year, had an explanation, but there was just no mention of the Ghost-type.
It’s no wonder Professor Birch was so excited when he saw that he was a Ghost-type Pokémon Trainer.
Listening to Teacher Linna’s ceaseless lecture at the podium, she would occasionally slap the table to make someone answer a question.
She asked, “Which two Pokémon are not good at flying, but can both learn Fly?”
Hmm, first, rule out Groudon.
Little Fatty, who was called upon, clearly didn’t know the answer and had to ask for help.
The deskmate beside him whispered a reminder: “Dodrio and Doduo!”
You have to say, it really felt a bit like being back in school.
Seeing Roy reading the book with interest at his seat, Teacher Linna’s heart settled.
As far as it seemed, Roy didn’t have any strange habits and was a normal 12-year-old boy.
She mainly taught students about Pokémon types and raising.
She was also the substitute teacher for the Beginner Class.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
Class was over.
There was still about one class period before they could go eat, and the time really dragged on.
While Roy was thinking about what to eat for lunch.
A chubby hand gently slapped Roy’s single desk; it was clear he wanted to intimidate Roy.
But hindered by Roy’s identity as a Ghost-type Trainer, he didn’t dare to be too arrogant.
Is this some sort of school bullying segment?
“Hey…
hey!
You new kid, are…
are you that Ghost-type Pokémon Trainer in the academy?”
Roy stood up.
Standing at 170cm, he wasn’t short for his age of 12, and he looked down at Little Fatty, who was half a head shorter than him.
For some reason, Little Fatty looked a bit like the Dean of Students he had just met.
Seeing Roy suddenly stand up, Little Fatty was scared into taking two steps back, as if worried that Roy might eat him.
Who would have thought that Roy just stood up, raised his head, and stretched, then asked Little Fatty:
“Classmate, do you know where the restroom is?”
“If you go straight that way, it’s right there…”
Watching Roy leave the classroom, Little Fatty wiped a layer of cold sweat from his forehead.
A mocking voice sounded behind him, and The tall, thin boy said disdainfully:
“Oh, oh, oh, you’re even using honorifics now.
In a while, are you going to be serving tea and water to the new guy?”
“You were supposed to go give him a show of force, so just do it properly, don’t let your legs shake, okay?
You’ve made yourself a joke now; how do you expect Big Sister to see you?
Useless.”
Facing The tall, thin boy’s mockery, Little Fatty retorted without hesitation.
“Oh yeah?
Why don’t you go next time?”
“That…
that was a task Big Sister gave you, why would I go?”
The tall, thin boy said insincerely; he didn’t want to offend that new Ghost-type Trainer, so it was better to let this fat guy test the waters first.
Little Fatty didn’t argue with The tall, thin boy anymore; he had more important things to do.
Little Fatty walked to the side of a girl’s desk who had twin tails, a pink hair clip, and was wearing knee-high socks, and reported solemnly.
“Big Sister, I’ve asked my uncle and confirmed it.
He really is the new Ghost-type Trainer at the academy.”
It really was a Ghost-type Trainer; if she took him as her underling, wouldn’t that sound really cool?
After thinking it over, the girl made up her mind; she wanted to take a Ghost-type Trainer as an underling.
At this moment, Roy returned to the classroom and gave Little Fatty a friendly look—at least, it seemed friendly to him—but after Little Fatty saw it, he immediately hid behind the girl.
The girl stood up, but due to the height difference, she could only look up at Roy.
“Roy, I challenge you!
If you lose, you have to be my underling.”
Roy looked at the girl and chuckled.
Isn’t this the future Rustboro City Rock-type Gym Leader, Roxanne?
It seemed she was also studying at Rustboro Academy, and after graduating, she stayed at the school to teach while also serving as the Rock-type Gym Leader.
She looked much younger now, with a vibe of a Japanese-style delinquent girl.
Who would have thought Roxanne was so cute when she was little?
Roy had the urge to tease her a bit.
“And what if I win?”
Roxanne didn’t react for a moment.
This was the first time someone had refuted her; the other party actually thought she couldn’t beat him!
Roxanne said, full of pride:
“It’s impossible for me to lose to you.”
“That’s not fair.
If I win, there’s no reward, but if I lose, I have to be your underling.
I don’t want to battle you.”
Roy slumped back onto his desk; he had been cleaning the storage room all morning and was a bit tired.
Roxanne analyzed it and thought what Roy said made sense.
“Then if you win, it’s up to you.”
“Then if I win…” Roy looked at Roxanne with a playful expression and slowly stated his condition.
“Then you have to write me a love letter!
It must be over 500 words, with sincere and genuine emotions.
Prose and poetry are excluded.”
“A…
a love letter!”
Two blushes appeared on Roxanne’s clean little face.
She hadn’t expected Roy to make such a request and stood there, stunned.
The Pokémon world wasn’t aimed at children; people matured quite early, but there was no need to write a love letter just like that!
Seeing that Roxanne didn’t react, Roy thought she didn’t want to:
“If you don’t want to, then forget it.
I’m going to go eat after class.”
As Roxanne’s number one underling and lackey, Little Fatty couldn’t care about being afraid and immediately retorted:
“How bold!
You eat…”
Before he could finish cursing, Roxanne, who was beside him, spoke up and agreed: “Fine!
I agree.”
Roxanne never thought she would lose.
Little Fatty, who had just worked up the courage to passionately speak up for Roxanne, looked at his Big Sister in disbelief.
Another tall, thin boy beside him patted Little Fatty’s shoulder to console him.
“Brother, it’s just how they’re modeled, don’t waste your energy.”
“Then after school this afternoon, we’ll go to the specialized battle field in the center of the academy.
There are specialized referees and fields there.”
“See you there.”
After saying this, Roxanne returned to her seat with a blushing face.
Bestie: What are you blushing about?
The people watching the excitement around them also scattered.
If it weren’t for Big Sister insisting on taking Roy as an underling, they wouldn’t want to offend a Ghost-type Trainer at all.
But through the recent contact, they found that Roy didn’t seem any different from a normal Trainer; he had one nose and two eyes, and the kid even looked a bit handsome.
Could it be that the urban legend about Ghost-type Trainers who can use dark magic is fake?