Blissey's Egg Shattered

Memories flashed through George's mind, and he suddenly recalled that he had yet to answer the family head's question.

"Father, I lost track of time while caring for the Pokémon this morning."

As for tattling?

George disdained doing that. He would only record every grievance in his little notebook, then repay them all at once after obtaining everything he wanted.

"Sixth Brother's Breeder skills should be quite impressive by now, right? After all, he's caught so many support-type Pokémon."

The ever-persistent Fourth Brother interjected again, deliberately reminding Mars that George had always considered himself a Breeder.

Yet both George and Mars looked completely focused on the match, utterly failing to notice the increasingly twisted expression on the latter's face.

"Since you're here, go have a battle. You've been back for so long, yet I haven't seen you train your Pokémon. Don't forget the foundation of the Angeru Family."

Family Head Mars spoke again, but the faintly admonishing words made him regret it the moment they left his mouth.

George had only just returned. Don't let me drive him away again. Just as Mars was wondering how to make up for it, George replied.

"Okay, Father!"

Hm? He actually listened obediently. It seemed that trip had truly helped him mature quite a bit.

Mars felt deeply gratified, and as he watched George walk onto the training ground, he could not help but feel a hint of anticipation.

Then everyone watched George send out a...

Blissey.

"Sixth brother... did he take the wrong Poké Ball? father, should we let sixth brother switch to another one?"

Fourth Brother began offering worried advice.

Naturally, Family Head Mars ignored that excuse entirely.

Standing opposite George was Second Brother, who had just won the previous battle.

Although his Greninja had suffered quite a few injuries earlier,