March 2, Monday.
Another "wonderful" workday had arrived.
After getting up and washing, Qingyu quickly opened the gym doors and stepped outside to take deep breaths of fresh air.
Paldea's (not actually) cold winter had quietly passed. Even without any Wonderful Little Gadgets, today was warm and sunny.
As always, Miraidon lay comfortably on the cat mat by the entrance, enjoying a sunbath that soothed both a dragon's body and soul, its body gleaming in the reflected sunlight.
If only it could absorb solar energy to recharge. Maybe it wouldn't even need to eat...
The thought crossed Qingyu's mind before he quickly shook his head.
No, no. Wouldn't that turn its Ability into "Protosynthesis"? That would be completely illegal!
Looking away from the Shiny Miraidon, Qingyu took a few steps forward and looked toward the Battle Court outside the gym.
As expected, Mewtwo was already there bright and early, sharing its recent battle insights with the group of Baby Pokémon gathered before it.
After more than two weeks of combining practical experience with theory, Mewtwo had fully adapted to its role as a Trainer.
It had gone from being tormented by newcomers wielding all kinds of obnoxious tactics to tormenting them right back. Its progress had been considerable.
As the gym's second apprentice and Sunshine Gym's future, Mewtwo had also faithfully inherited Nemona's Grind King spirit. It used Calm Mind to restore its mental energy, then spent the time it saved frantically absorbing knowledge. With huge chunks of every day devoted to battles and reviewing them, it was growing increasingly comfortable on its path to becoming an outstanding Trainer.
Aside from its slightly unorthodox approach, which made it immediately obvious who had taught it, there were practically no flaws.
Oh, there might also have been the "minor issue" of driving