"In other words, Rillaboom will become a Pokémon Nutritionist. Alongside working as the team's cook, he'll handle and sell everything needed for cooking. We'll need company certification attached to his name, too, so he can pass the Pokémon League's review."
"Leafeon controls the household finances. If we start a company, he could even become its chairman. He could also be a part-time Trainer and command the Pokémon in battle."
"Serperior can lead the rest of the Pokémon through Gym Challenges and Pokémon League Conferences. Which raises the question: what exactly will I, the Trainer, do?"
After thinking it over, Ye Lan was dumbfounded.
He suddenly realized that he might be unnecessary to this household. Before long, it could lose him and still run perfectly well.
Put that way, it seemed as though there was little point in Ye Lan being a Trainer.
Was it his damn fault his Pokémon were so talented? He was just an ordinary Grass-type Trainer!
"That's great. I suppose that works too..."
A weight suddenly lifted from Ye Lan's heart...
Meanwhile, at the move-target shooting venue, Crawdaunt and Delphox were hitting their targets more and more slowly, and the scores on their machines were rising at a dwindling pace.
Alakazam was nearly out of psychic power. Where he had once struck great swaths of targets, he could now attack only one at a time.
The other Delphox that had reached the finals was trembling in the hand that held her staff. She clearly had no strength left to contend for the championship.
Only Decidueye and Leafeon were still gaining points at a steady rate.
Leafeon lay weakly on the ground, yet the number of Leaf Blades splitting off from his tail was increasing rather than falling.
Watching Decidueye fling feather after feather, Leafeon wondered whether his