Protean Froakie

Under George's patient explanation, Froakie reluctantly agreed to let Sato become its trainer.

But seeing how unwilling Froakie looked, Sato's heart twitched once, twice, then again.

Sato simply couldn't understand it. Why had catching Pokémon become harder as his strength increased?

Am I not handsome enough? Or not strong enough?

When it came to pay-to-win resources, he had the entire Reverse World. When it came to cheat abilities, he had the omnipotent Dark Power.

Yet his path toward catching Pokémon was only getting narrower! Was this a distortion of human nature, or a loss of morality?

Ahem... back to the point! Sato was only quietly complaining to himself. After all, a Froakie with Elite Four level Water-type talent was still incredibly tempting.

Still, Sato had quite a few doubts about this Froakie.

"You said Froakie was raised at the family's Breeding Base, but an Elite Four Level Froakie should be precious to any force. Yet it seems to have been left to roam free for quite some time?"

"Mm." George nodded. "Some Pokémon are extraordinary from birth. Like Mark's Phione and your Honchkrow, they were born with the potential to become gods and kings.

This Froakie is special too!

Even when it was still a Froakie, it already had requirements for its future trainer.

My older brothers and sister all tried to catch it, but none of them earned its recognition.

Second Brother even forcibly defeated it with a Pseudo-Elite Four Pokémon and successfully put it into a Poké Ball. But after Froakie came out, it immediately defected and refused to obey any commands.

The resources large families provide to each person are limited, and high-talent Pokémon especially must be registered. They absolutely cannot be discarded or lost.

No matter how talented an unruly Froakie is, it is useless.

After