The midday sun shone down on the land. Vibrava dispelled the sandstorm, leaving Yong momentarily dazed.
His vision had been filled with swirling yellow sand for so long that its sudden disappearance took some getting used to.
Yong shook his head and started preparing everyone's food.
All the iron ore had been supplied to the sleeping Lairon, so Steelix and Rhyhorn would have to make do for this meal.
Fortunately, there was still a little Primordial Stone Milk left. Adding it to their Pokémon Food would provide the energy their bodies needed.
When the wind and sand cleared, everyone stopped training and headed toward the clearing where Yong stood. They knew it meant it was time for a break.
Soon, a large pot of Ham Fried Rice was ready, accompanied by Pokémon Food, Pokéblocks, and a few Berries. Steelix and the others returned from all corners of the island and gathered around Yong, waiting for him to hand out their food.
The older Pokémon, led by Steelix, courteously pushed food toward Tyrunt, Shieldon, and Larvesta before moving to their own portions and digging in.
Yong smiled warmly at the sight.
This was what being a family meant, wasn't it?
Picking up his Fried Rice and taking hearty mouthfuls, Yong told each of his partners what they needed to improve in their training and what he had planned next.
Training alone was far from enough. They needed actual combat practice.
Many things, including how they used their moves, the timing of their attacks, and their control over energy, could only fully demonstrate the results of their training in battle.
What they did poorly, what needed improvement, and even how to use the environment-none of these could truly be understood through training alone.
Especially the rapport between Trainers and their Pokémon.
Commanding