The Global Transport Center was an international company that offered Pokémon rental services. Its Rental Centers could be found in almost every city across all major regions, and its services covered land, sea, and air. With its considerable resources, reasonable prices, and excellent service, it had earned the trust of traveling Trainers.
The company's shareholders knew full well that its success depended entirely on the hard work of every Pokémon at every Rental Center.
As such, each month, they took turns gathering Pokémon of the same species at headquarters, inviting top massage therapists and master chefs to arrange a seven-day vacation tailored to them as a reward for that year's work.
Of course, this was an extra reward, separate from their regular wages.
Normally, to ensure each Rental Center had a variety of options available, they only kept one to five Pokémon of each species. Large gatherings like this were a rare opportunity.
Not only that, these gatherings also helped the Pokémon find mates. The company took full responsibility for raising their offspring, and these Pokémon employees could even choose whether their children would work at a Rental Center once they grew up, set out on a journey with a Trainer, or return to the wild.
As the company's owner, old Henry had never treated the Pokémon as his private property, but as family. Every year, he devoted a portion of his wealth to rescuing abandoned Pokémon. That had been his reason for founding the company in the first place.
Today happened to be the day when the Tropius from all the different regions began their vacation and banquet.
"Hroo~"
"Hrooo~~"
"Hroo hroo!!!"
"What's going on, everyone? Are the Tropius unhappy with today's Pokémon Food?" The moment Henry entered the banquet hall, leaning on his cane, he saw that instead