"You really were stronger than I expected.💎😂 😡😝"
In the restaurant lobby.
Heiduo and Rai sat on the sofa, the latter sighing softly.
"Oh, so you really don't want the restaurant anymore?" Heiduo had long since grown used to the praise of those around him. Compared to listening to Rai's compliments, he was more concerned about what Rai planned to do in the future.
Rai smiled. "Of course. Once words are spoken, they can't be taken back. Honestly, the restaurant was nothing but a burden to me. All I ever wanted to be was a Trainer."
"When people are poor, their ambitions shrink." The second son wore a wistful expression. "Back then, I had no ability to earn money. I could only go against my conscience, endure my brother's murderous glare, shamelessly enjoy the resources, and spend my father's money..."
Just how much psychological pressure had he been under?
The corner of Heiduo's eye twitched. It was obvious Rai had been holding some of these words in for a long time.
"Fortunately, that's no longer the case." Rai stood up and pulled out six Poké Balls, throwing them out. "Come on! Take a look at my partners!"
White light flashed in succession, followed by the crisp sound of Poké Balls opening.
Six Pokémon of varying sizes and species appeared before Heiduo.
"Eh... they're all Psychic types?"
Heiduo narrowed his eyes.
Psychic-type Pokémon usually gave people a mysterious impression, and Trainers who specialized in Psychic types were relatively rare. Such Trainers often possessed certain special abilities.
Kalos happened to have a Psychic-type Gym as well, and its Gym Leader's side profession was that of a so-called prophet.
It was absurdly mystical.
But he had never expected Rai to specialize in Psychic types.
The highest was level sixty, while the lowest was