After exchanging contact information with Norman, Young Master Mao went back to his office alone to slack off.
As the saying went, whether at school or at work, the people slacking off were really the same bunch.
That's right. If I, Young Master Mao, didn't slack off, I wouldn't be me~
Of course, he wasn't truly giving up on his responsibilities. Young Master Mao leaned back in his chair, thinking about the two kids under his wing.
Schooling alone couldn't produce a powerhouse. That much was clear from the backgrounds of the Pokémon League's winners over the years and the Pokémon Trainers at the very top of the pyramid.
Those who traveled accounted for ninety-nine percent.
Even elite talents like Steven and Wallace had gone out to develop their skills first before attending school for further study.
Put it this way: before they ever entered school, they had already thrashed their peers in every way imaginable.
So it wasn't that attending school made them strong. They had already been monsters before they arrived...
"Practical combat, huh~" Young Master Mao scrolled through his phone, searching for guidebooks to the Hoenn Region.
He had already promised Norman that he would go take on his third student.
But with a battle maniac like Norman, sending the two little ones against him now might crush their spirits...
"Hang on..." A promotional poster on his phone caught Young Master Mao's attention.
[Dewford Island Surfing Competition!]
"Come to think of it, Fighting-types seem a little easier to get started against. I could have Brendan train Grovyle's Aerial Ace, and Kimarō's Duskull would have a pretty good advantage too.
"Build up some experience, then head straight to Slateport City for a Pokémon Contest.
"Perfect~"
"Professor Oak~?" Just then, a knock came at the door, and Roxanne walked