On Rustboro City's central avenue, Young Master Mao strolled toward the academy with two dark circles under his eyes and two students in tow.
By the time he had finished dealing with matters in Oldale Town last night and gotten home, it was already well past midnight. Today also happened to be the official start of term.
As a result, Young Master Mao had barely slept.
"Is Teacher okay?" Kimarō whispered to Brendan, looking worriedly at the drowsy Gary.
"No idea. Did he sneak out last night? He looks like he barely slept." Brendan scratched his head.
If they hadn't been living in an upscale villa neighborhood, Brendan might have suspected Gary of going out to steal dogs in the middle of the night...
"Quit talking crap behind my back, you two. I can hear everything..." Young Master Mao rolled his eyes at his students.
They were technically his students, but they were only two or three years younger than him, so most of the time, Young Master Mao was more like a big brother.
After entering the campus, the two youngsters headed to their respective classes.
Young Master Mao went to the office first to collect his timetable and check which classroom he would be teaching in today.
"Let's see~" Timetable in hand, Young Master Mao ambled through the campus.
The first period had already begun, and the campus had noticeably quieted down. Only a few teachers were walking briskly outside, apparently heading to their own classes.
"Coordination Department, Pokémon Contest Battle theory. Found it~" Young Master Mao surveyed the classroom before him.
It was called a classroom, but it was really more of a gymnasium. Senior Division students generally took practical combat lessons, so a sports hall with several small battlefields was ideal for teaching them.
Straightening the