Feebas's Gift

The number left Xinhai somewhat speechless. Although a considerable portion had been spent on buying those highly effective permanent items for the little ones,

even after deducting those expenses, the costs for daily food, worn-out training equipment, and Evolution Stones alone had already exceeded thirty million League Coins.

"Raising Pokémon really is a bottomless pit..." Xinhai shook his head, once again deeply realizing how important resources were on the path of a Trainer.

Without sufficient financial support, many ideas for optimization could only remain castles in the air.

He shook his head, temporarily casting the financial pressure aside. Looking up at the clock on the wall, he found that the hands had already reached four in the afternoon.

At some point, most of the companions resting in the room had already woken up and were each doing some light adaptive training.

Eevee was practicing Calm Mind on the bed, a faint glow of Inner Focus surrounding her; Kirlia floated in the corner, still practicing Copycat; Mightyena lay on the carpet, silently circulating the energy within his body to reinforce his control over Dark-type energy; Sandile and Zigzagoon chased and played with each other in the open space, training their reactions and speed.

Xinhai stood up, walked to the bedside, took out Combusken's Poké Ball, and gently pressed the button.

A flash of red light appeared, and Combusken materialized on her own little bed beside the larger one.

The moment she came out, she instinctively tried to stand, but as soon as she put strength into her right leg, a wave of weakness swept through it. Her body swayed, forcing her to sit back down.

"Cha mo..." Combusken lowered her head to look at the bald, slightly swollen patch on her right leg, unable to hide the frustration in her eyes.