"So, you detect the potential of Dark-type, Ghost-type, and Bug-type Pokémon?" Will quickly flipped through their accepted missioails, preparing to adjust their pns.
"Does that mean all of your Pokémon have high potential?" White curiously leaned in, though his eyes showed no hint of envy.
After all, he had money.
"Yeah, I guess." Sato nodded.
For some reason, he felt a slight sense of disappoi. Even though he had hidden part of his ability, only Cir seemed to express any envy.
"The Beedrill territory is to the north, past a small hill, there are Pinsir and Heracross groups. If your ability works, we'll only o go there—this trip will be worth it."
"No problem," Sated and looked at their leader, Lance.
"The's go! Money first, battles ter!"
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After pag up, the group resumed their journey using their ride Pokémon. It took about an hour before they reached the Heracross territory.
Heracross were typically docile and paid little attention to their arrival, fog solely on feeding on the sweet tree sap.
"White, your turn!"
"Got it! Bellossom, use Sweet St!"
White released a Bellossom, its small body looking adorable as it spun in pce, releasing pink clouds rant mist.
The gluttonous Heracross were instantly drawn in, leaving their trees and gathering around in a daze.
"Sato, quick, quick!" Cir whispered excitedly, careful not to disturb the Heracross in their blissful state.
"That one, and that ohe rest are just average."
Sato closed his eyes and quickly pinpoiwo Heracross with Pseudo-Elite F-type potential using his Dark Energy emotion feedback.
The odds were astonishing. Out of a Heracross group hly a huseudo-Elite Four-level potential.
Mount Silver's reputation was well-earned!
What followed was ane-scale battle. Even though Heracross were known for their geure, surviving in Mount Silver meant they had to learn how to fight.
Heracross were strong! They tered almost every Pokémon in Sato's team. Their Bug- and Fighting-type bination naturally made Sato hesitant to ehem directly.
So instead, he relied on Zoroark and Houndoom for le Fmethrower attacks, refusing to let his Pokémon engage in close bat.
Just one solid punch from these Heracross would be enough to take out any of his Pokémon.
Lance, oher hand, was in a pletely different league. His Pidgeotto and newly sent-out Altaria tore through the battlefield, practically unstoppable!
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After successfully capturing the two Pseudo-Elite Four Heracross, the group took a break, had lunch, and then moved on to the nearby Pinsir territory.
Unlike Heracross, Pinsir didn't need Sweet St to lure them in—they charged at the group on sight.
After sing the swarm, Sato found only one Pseudo-Elite Four potential Pinsir, which turned out to be the group's leader.
By the time they left, the Pinsir were caught up in an internal battle, fighting for a new leader.
The group tinued visiting different Pokémoories, including Ledyba, Parasect, and Forretress, earning a small fortune in just three days.
With Rose Joy's timely medical support and White's ample logistical supplies, Sato felt like he was on a luxurious vacation while effortlessly making money.
As dusk settled, the group gathered around a campfire, chatting and enjoying their meal. Sato swallowed the st spoonful of delicious fish soup, realizing just how indulgent this lifestyle felt.
"Here's some good news—over the past two days, we've captured eight Pseudo-Elite Four-level potential Pokémon, exceeding any of our previous hunts!"
"Oh!" Cir and White cpped enthusiastically, while the others smiled at Lance.
"And we owe this success mostly to our eammate, Sato!"
"Yeah! Yeah!"
Receiving the appuse and praise from the team, Sato nodded in response, feeling somewhat unfortable. In his mind, he was silently pleading, Hurry up and move on, talk about the real issue already!
"But!"
Of course—there was a twist...
"But to be ho, in the past three days, we haven't gained much real experience. We've only been making money! Do any of us actually ck money?"
"I do!" Sato screamed internally, the tiny vilin version of himself in his mind raising both hands a in agreement.
"We don't!" Lance decred loudly.
Uhe flickering campfire and the glow of the setting sun, his presence seemed almost blinding.
"What we ck is training, experience, battles against powerful Pokémon, and the opportunity to capture worthy partners!"
Sato found the speech a bit dramatic, wanting to snap out of the atmosphere, yet he couldn't help but feel his blood boil. It was as if everything Lance spoke of was right before his eyes.
A quice at the others, even the usually posed Will, revealed eyes refleg the fmes, all staring ily at Lah unwavering focus.
So this... is an adventurer's team?
Sato faintly sensed an invisible yet profound force, something he had never felt before.
"Starting tomorrow, Will, adjust our pns. cel all missions that are purely for money and repce them with ohat will truly challenge us!"
"Uood, Captain!"
"White, starting tomorrow, we'll venture deeper into the inner se of Mount Silver. Make sure everyone has their emergency supplies fully stocked—just in case!"
"Got it, Captain!"
"Everyone else, get some good rest. We leave at six sharp tomorrow m!"
"Yes, sir!" x5
Without thinking, Sato also responded, straightening his bad sitting upright with full seriousness.
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The night passed without i.
The m, White was, as always, the first to wake. Cir was dragged out of the tent by Lance, which meant she had no choice but to sit a breakfast with everyone.
"Based on our current location, the mission target is capturing the leader of the Nido —a Pseudo-Elite Four Nidoking!—Rose, prepare five antidotes per person, specifically for the Nido 's poison."
"Got it, right away!"
Rose Joy immediately got to work, and with the help of Blissey, it took only a few mio prepare and distribute the antidotes.
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As usual, they mouheir Pokémon and rushed toward the mission site.
Nearing the Nido 's territory, they dismounted and proceeded on foot. At the same time, Will sent out Natu for reaissance.
Sato thought for a moment before Gengar, hidden in the shadows, to iigate as well.
Mier, a green blur fshed through the air, and in the instant, Natu nded on Will's shoulder, preening its feathers.
"The intel was accurate. The Nido resides in a vast grassory with over 500 members. Their leader is a Pseudo-Elite Four Junior Nidoking, always "apanied" by eight Peak Elite Nidoqueen,"
Will reported, able to unicate directly with Natu—something the others envied.
"Wow, eight Nidoqueen..."
"Hey, stay serious!" Cir shot White a gnce as he clicked his tongue in amazement, her face slightly flushed.
