For the next few days, Roy stayed at Chuck's Gym, demonstrating Extreme Fighting Technique to the Gym students, including how to concentrate one's power into a single point and how to unleash the power within one's body...
Chuck had already taught them when he returned from Saffron City, but Chuck himself hadn't been learning Extreme Fighting Technique for long, so he could only be considered a half-baked practitioner.
The content taught was naturally not as good as what Roy taught.
Chuck saw a resemblance between Roy and Bruno. Roy was completely open-minded and, like Bruno, wanted to pass on the Extreme Fighting Technique to all Fighting type Pokémon Trainer.
The only thing that bothered Chuck was that Roy had eaten up his family's entire month's worth of food in less than a month.
The key issue is that some of these rations are for the Gym apprentices. If Roy continues to eat like this, he'll eventually bankrupt the Roy.
If word got out that a Gym Leader had been eaten out of his pocket, he would be laughed at by all the other Gym in the Johto.
Seeing Roy demonstrating his power generation technique Chuck didn't interrupt.
After Roy finished teaching and let the apprentices practice on their own, Chuck called Roy over.
"Roy, come here for a second."
Upon hearing Chuck call his name, Roy leaped from the ring to Chuck's side.
"The Martial Arts Tournament is the day after tomorrow. Let them warm up today. You have other things to do later."
Roy looked at Chuck with a puzzled expression. Wasn't he here to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament?
Is there anything else that needs to be done?
"I need to ask you for a favor this afternoon: to pick up the judges for this Martial Arts Tournament."
Should I personally greet the judges who are coming to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament?
Roy looked at Chuck with a suspicious expression.
Why don't you go by yourself?
"I still need to go to Goldenrod City to pick up Chairman Damaranch."
President Damaranch?
Upon hearing this name, Roy recalled the little old man who was a judge at the Edge Cup.
"Elite Four Bruno can't make it this time, but Chairman Damaranch said he's invited a special guest to be a judge at our Martial Arts Tournament."
"Special guest? Who is it?"
Roy was puzzled and didn't understand why he had to be the one to pick them up, given the large number of apprentices in the Gym.
"You're asking me? I don't know who I am right now. Chairman Damaranch didn't tell me either..."
Chuck didn't really understand either. He only heard from President Damaranch that the guest had a very high status in the Galar region and that the guest would be going directly to Cianwood City by boat.
He also specifically asked Roy to pick him up.
However, Chuck didn't tell Roy this.
Special guest?
A heavyweight guest from the Galar region?
And he can even Coaching Martial Arts Tournament?
Roy pictured a figure in his mind, but he didn't believe that Damaranch get the other person to come.
"Just tell me, are you going to help or not?"
"Yes, of course I'll go, but..."
Roy wasn't going to do Chuck's work for nothing. He stared straight at Chuck, waiting for him to say those words.
Chuck, of course, knew what Roy meant, and said:
"Okay, I'll ask Rena to add a couple more dishes for you tonight."
"You said it yourself, I didn't mention it."
Looking at Roy's hypocritical face, Chuck felt that if he could hold Roy down, he would have loved to pin him to the ground and beat him up.
They've been eating and living in my house for so long for free and yet they still try to negotiate with me.
Seeing that Chuck's expression was getting worse, Roy patted Chuck on the shoulder, tactfully walked out of the Gym, and shouted towards the sky:
"Dragapult, stop playing, we need to go out."
Dragapult, who was chasing a Pelipper in the sky, stopped playing with the Pelipper after hearing Roy's call.
After retracting the two Dreepy following him to the holes on both sides of his head, he swooped down towards Roy on the ground.
When they were less than 2 meters from the ground, Dragapult suddenly and came to a steady stop next to Roy.
"Doryu!"
The chased Pelipper sensed the threat behind it had vanished. Looking at the suddenly departing Dragapult, it tilted its large head, completely unaware of what had happened.
Roy doesn't know about the Pokémon, but Dragapult was just having a blast in Cianwood City.
Because Cianwood City does not prohibit Pokémon flying at low altitudes, Dragapult can fly around Cianwood City every day with its two Dreepy.
Just a few days ago, someone even posted a picture of Dragapult's afterimage on IQ, suggesting that the Beheeyem had landed in Cianwood City.
Roy didn't explain, he just silently liked the message.
"Dragapult, let's go to the port."
"Doryu!"
Dragapult took off with Roy on his back. It could be said that he had a complete grasp of the map of Cianwood City. In just a few minutes, he flew from the city center to the port of Cianwood City.
After recalling Dramberto, Roy, wearing the fighting training uniform of the Azure City Gym, waited at the port for the special guest that Ah Si had mentioned.
About half an hour later, two cruise ships docked at the port of Cianwood City, and the small port instantly became lively.
Roy observed the tourists disembarking from the two cruise ships. Judging from their figures and postures, most of them were Fighting type Pokémon Trainer, presumably there to participate in the Martial Arts Tournament to be held the day after tomorrow.
However, Chuck never mentioned what the special guest looked like, so he didn't know who he was waiting for and could only wait in vain.
Just as Roy was pondering the identity of the special guest that Damaranch had invited, an aged voice reached Roy's ears.
"Young man, you're the one who came to pick me up, right?"
Upon hearing the sound, Roy didn't turn around immediately, but instead felt a chill run down his spine.
More importantly, he didn't even Frisk when the person speaking had stood behind him.
Even the Ancient Gengar in the shadows failed to detect the other party.
The Ancient Gengar also peeked out from Roy's shadow after hearing the sound. How come this old man has no presence at all?
Like a ghost?
Roy turned around and saw a man who was not tall, not particularly burly, and wearing a Blue sports jacket.
A small old man with a blue claw mark on his chest, long white eyebrows drooping down, and a short white beard appeared behind him.
Mustard?