I Never Break My Promises

Mount Coronet, beneath the vast sky, the wind carried the whispers of grass blades.

Armorouge stood before the Pokémon of the plateau like a strict drill instructor.

In just half an hour of "discussion," he had used indisputable strength to make every Pokémon understand what obedience meant.

Having thoroughly beaten this group of Pokémon into submission, Armorouge naturally had considerable authority over them.

Yan Yang's instructions still echoed in his ears—train them until they were like the Pokémon at the club. That would be good enough.

However, the foundations of these "trainees" before him were so poor that it was painful to watch.

So tempering their will was likely even more important.

Quick results? With foundations like these, that was pure fantasy. He wanted to finish the training as soon as possible too; after all, neither he nor Yan Yang had much time left in this region.

Armorouge decided that the first priority would be honing their battle awareness and discipline. As for systematic skill training, that could only be postponed for now.

Only after laying a solid foundation could they improve properly. He understood these matters better than any Trainer.

Fortunately, this group of Pokémon still possessed some cohesion, though that was all they had going for them.

After initially being stung by Armorouge's merciless declaration that they were "trash," they seemed to have truly realized just how deadly their weakness was with Lord Guardian absent.

Other than some initial resistance, they were fairly obedient afterward. That saved him quite a bit of effort.

He thought especially highly of that Gutsy Panda. As a fellow Fighting-type, not only was it a quick learner, but it could also perfectly receive the boost of his Overlord Aura. Given time, it might become a pillar among this group of Pokémon.

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