"Meow!" Like a hunter in the jungle, Persian stared fixedly at Rotom hovering in midair.
This Persian was no ordinary Pokémon. It had a human to scoop its poop, and that human was the boss of a publicly listed company. It was fed fine food, fine drinks, and all kinds of Pokéblocks every day, so even though it spent little time training, it had still reached a full level 40.
Logically speaking, with a sucker willing to keep it, it should have just stayed put and behaved. But with cats, nineteen pounds out of every twenty were pure rebelliousness. Accustomed to being pampered, Persian went wandering every night, bullying the weaker Pokémon in the surrounding neighborhoods and the like.
Tonight, it had just beaten up a stray Lillipup and was about to rest when it heard a commotion coming from the forest over here.
What was going on? Was someone fighting here?
Without even telling it? Did Persian have no dignity to uphold?
Considering itself invincible in the area, Persian had immediately gotten up to patrol its "territory," which had led to the current scene.
After only a cursory feel of the two opposing Pokémon's auras, Persian had contemptuously discovered that both were lower-level than it. And that unfamiliar thing flying in midair looked like a weakling, the sort it could handle with one paw.
Yep, one look into those eyes confirmed it-these were Pokémon I could show off against!
Persian struck a regal pose, strutting elegantly and even taking a moment to lick its fur. Gengar and Noibat could not help exchanging a glance.
Who... was this idiot?
"Rotom! A new Pokémon, Rotom!" Oblivious to anything being wrong with the other Pokémon, Rotom eagerly rushed over to take pictures. The flashing light stabbed at Persian's eyes, instantly making its