Yellow Millet Dream

"It seems the Pokémon and I are a little too strong..."

Looking at the night outside the window, Mark let out another sigh.

He had originally been seriously preparing for the World Pokemon Alliance Champion Tournament three months from now, only to directly become an Award Presenter for it.

However, Mark soon shook his head.

The Pokémon and he were indeed somewhat stronger than ordinary Trainers, but compared to the countless Parallel Time-Spaces and the vast, boundless universe, they were really just a drop in the ocean.

They did not even amount to a drop in the ocean.

Not only did Mark not think his current rate of improvement was fast, he even felt that it was somewhat slow.

"Then is it that the strength I've displayed is a little too overwhelming?"

If, after arriving in this world, he had acted like the protagonists of those novels who pretended to be weak while secretly overpowering everyone, hiding the strength of himself and his Pokémon...

If he hid Pokémon such as Jirachi and Mew, never allowing them to appear before the public, and restrained himself during competitions as well, barely winning each time...

Then perhaps he could have normally registered for the World Pokemon Alliance Champion Tournament by now.

But...

Mark shook his head.

What would be the point of winning the championship that way?

Even if he won the competition, Pokémon such as Jirachi, Mew, and Victini would not be able to happily raise the champion's trophy, much less cheer joyfully in the Battle Arena.

And if they lived that way...

Not only would little ones such as Jirachi and Mew be unable to participate in competitions normally, they would also obey his orders to hide away and live furtively.

Well, to put it bluntly, that kind of life would