Heath stroked his chin thoughtfully. Sprigatito-he had heard of it. It was a Pokémon from the region that had most recently joined the League, supposedly a very suitable choice of Starter Pokémon for new Trainers. Its standing was somewhat similar to Bulbasaur's in Kanto.
But it seemed considerably more popular than Bulbasaur. Heath felt its feline appearance earned it quite a few extra points.
Honestly, though, Bulbasaur really did have it rough. It was one of the Grass-type Starter Pokémon, yet its popularity simply could not match Charmander's or Squirtle's. Every year, the League's Pokémon surveys showed that Bulbasaur had the lowest selection rate of the three Starter Pokémon.
After all, Bulbasaur occupied a somewhat awkward position. Its strength was actually quite respectable; there simply were not many Trainers who knew how to use it flexibly.
If those tactical players from his previous life crossed over, a single Grass-type Pokémon would be enough for them to develop countless dirty tactics.
"Mr. Fujiyama, would you like something to eat?" Heath asked with a smile. Although Mr. Fujiyama was visibly excited, he still needed to eat. Skipping breakfast made people susceptible to conditions such as gallstones, according to the Joy family's research.
Besides treating Pokémon, the Joy family also served as doctors for humans. Their League Medical Journal had an impact factor as high as seventy-three and was recognized as an authoritative medical journal. Miss Jessie had once complained that doctoral students at her college were required to publish a paper with an impact factor of at least five for their dissertations.
That could certainly be called miserable. Heath had never studied medicine and knew nothing about these things. Fortunately, although Miss Jessie had been expelled, she still knew a thing or two about medical school.
"Hmm, how about a cup of