Life continued peacefully.
The six little brats studied Pokémon battling under Heiduo, and he had arranged for them to attend Trainer School together next year.
Heiduo had never believed he was more professional than a teacher. All he could do was teach them everything he knew.
But there were also many things he could not give them.
Such as basic cultural knowledge, peers their own age, and more real combat experience.
A childhood without school was incomplete. Learning was forever humanity's most important skill.
Therefore, Trainer School was a good choice. It was also quite relaxed, leaving them plenty of time to continue studying under him. They could even show off at school now and then, or get slapped in the face or something.
Life needed all kinds of experiences to be exciting.
Or if they wanted to become traditional Trainers, Heiduo had no objections. He simply did not want his students to be illiterate, so school was a must.
They did not need to be especially cultured, but they at least had to understand the common sense they should know and not become disconnected from modern society.
Time slowly slipped away like a babbling stream, gone before anyone noticed.
Never to return.
Peaceful and tranquil.
There were minor episodes, but none enough to move him.
What kind of minor episodes?
It was simple. Using his terminally ill body as an excuse for medical parole, Giovanni was transferred from a detention center to a hospital, then escaped from there.
Yes, a detention center, not a prison.
Just like in his previous life, prison was not somewhere one could simply be sent. One had to be convicted and receive a judgment first.
But who was Giovanni?
A rich man. A great villain. Someone with enough money to build countless overseas bases.