For Fang Yuan, assigning training tasks to his Pokémon and watching them gradually grow was an immensely fulfilling thing.
He had thrown away his work with the Twelve Earthly Branches and come to the World Tree Secret Realm to train Pokémon. Fang Yuan was thoroughly enjoying himself.
The feeling... was probably like a gaming addict playing games. Even though it would get exhausting after a long time, maybe even lead to sudden death, the enthusiasm basically never waned.
About a week later.
The Pokémon had successively begun carrying out the training plans Fang Yuan had devised.
Of course, Fang Yuan was not some demon. The amount of training time he assigned his Pokémon was not that much.
Only around six to eight hours a day.
They could arrange the remaining time themselves.
They could continue training, or they could do things they liked.
What they ultimately chose to do also depended on their personalities.
For example, Infernape found eight hours of training a day nowhere near enough.
Eevee, on the other hand, clocked out on time. Setting aside its lunch break, it worked nine to five and absolutely never did overtime.
It looked like it was slacking off, but its process of multitasking while gaming could actually be seen as training its Coordination Ability.
Then there was Milotic. Even if it wanted to rest, when the other Pokémon came running over covered in injuries after training, did it not still have to heal them...?
That was equivalent to training its healing moves.
So although the prescribed training time was not long, their training efficiency had exceeded Fang Yuan's expectations.
After a week, Fang Yuan sat beneath a fruit tree in the World Tree, analyzing the week's training efficiency with Rotom Phone.
Leaning against the trunk, he watched as Rotom Phone