"Squirtle learning Agility? Where did you get this Squirtle? Was it a gift from Arceus?"
"Are you kidding? You want a slow-moving tank to learn Agility? Why not teach it Extreme Speed while you're at it?"
The internet was a convenient communication tool. You never knew just who was talking to you from the other end of the connection.
Or, more precisely, you couldn't be sure whether the other party was human. They might be a highly intelligent Pokémon, or even an artificial intelligence.
Or perhaps an impostor pretending to be human despite being less intelligent than an AI.
But whether the replies were reasonable answers or absurd rebuttals, they all pointed to the same conclusion: Squirtle couldn't learn it.
"Meow... (Does discovering a special ability that a Pokémon shouldn't have count as a major discovery in human society? If he proves Squirtle can learn Agility, he could probably become a professor.)"
Names containing "Mu" were popular in this world, typically belonging to famous professors or the leaders of certain organizations. Regirock was a unique research subject for Xin Mu. If he really went into academia, studying Regirock alone could support him for most of his life.
Add a Squirtle that defied conventional wisdom, and becoming a professor really didn't seem out of the question.
"Meow?"
"Meow. (Nothing. Keep resting. I'm going to take a look.)"
After putting Litten on a nearby stool, Meownei headed toward the kitchen. She wanted to see how Squirtle planned to drink that entire pot of Max Soup.
"Squirtle? (You mean this whole pot is mine?)"
"Yes, it's all yours."
"Squirtle? (You're not even saving a bowl for your Meowscarada?)"
"She doesn't need it. This pot of soup was specially made for you, but... I need you to finish it all in one sitting."
"Squirtle!