"Everyone, I think we need to have a proper discussion about who the boss among us is." Zoroark rested her chin in both hands as she looked at her companions, a hint of seriousness in her eyes.
"The boss?" Farfetch'd, whom Zoroark had forcibly dragged out, looked at her in bewilderment. He did not quite understand what she meant.
Charmeleon rolled his eyes, then went back to huffing and puffing as he worked his muscles. During his battle that day, he had discovered that although his muscular strength had improved considerably, his hands still hurt a little when he chopped at Onix. That made Charmeleon feel that he still was not training enough.
As for this business about a boss, though, Charmeleon did not care. He had no interest in status like that. He would rather train his body properly and work toward becoming a stronger Pokémon sooner. Once he could shatter a rock with a single punch, that should count as a modest achievement.
Snorlax did not stir. He was still asleep, snoring softly. He was deliberately keeping the noise down, too; otherwise, his snores could probably have kept all the Officer Jennys in the building awake.
"Oh, you know, the one who leads us!" Looking at her uninterested companions, Zoroark immediately felt that this was not quite how she had planned it. She had imagined that after she said those words, Charmeleon's and Farfetch'd's gazes would sharpen, and then everyone would battle it out using their own abilities.
But to her surprise, none of them cared about being the boss?
That would never do! Zoroark felt that a team definitely needed a boss, someone who would protect their companions as the strongest among them, then conquer the entire Kanto region, become the strongest in Kanto, and stand at