After leaving Jasmine utterly demoralized and taking in a little sweetie and a little tagalong, Young Master Mao's life grew even more laid-back.
After all, disciples handled the work when something needed doing. Now that he also had the poor little tagalong Maylene, Young Master Mao felt that aside from using the bathroom and bathing, there was practically nothing he needed to worry about himself.
"Oh, crap! I'm a damn ambitious young man chasing his dreams!" Lounging sideways on the couch and watching Weavile stare blankly from the windowsill, Young Master Mao suddenly came to his senses.
His chronic laziness seemed to be getting worse lately...
Wearing an apron behind the coffee table, Gengar raised his head in bewilderment. The kids had all evolved... Evolution was a good thing~
Wartortle and the others competing in the tournament had to join Bea and Maylene for morning training, while Eevee-chan took the other little ones to the harbor to see whether there were any wild Pokémon to pick on.
Only Young Master Mao, Gengar, and Weavile, who had recently been researching a new move, remained at the hotel...
Gary's mouth twitched. Gengar, don't give me that lonely old empty-nester ghost routine...
And Weavile, I already told you, you can't learn Amnesia!
Seriously... I told you to learn Ice Punch. Who told you to cosplay as Slowbro...?
Two little cuties took the Fighting Tournament's competing team out to train every day.
All Gary needed to do was offer some advice on raising them and provide snacks like Pokéblocks and Poké Puffs.
As for fighting in person... Gary expressed even less interest in testing whether his ribs were tough enough...
Little Maylene truly lived up to her background in a family of Fighters. Once she had eaten her fill, her barehanded bouts against Bea