Observing Opponents

His gaze quickly swept across the faces of several fairly strong Trainers, but unfortunately, no one from the list appeared.

He checked the time. It was eight thirty in the morning, when most people would choose to train at the training grounds.

Tetsuya found a place to sit and brought up videos on his watch interface.

In any case, he had decided to spend the next three mornings here. Watching videos while observing battles was pretty interesting.

He could also keep an eye out for any future opponents. He wasn't like Reiji, walking up to unfamiliar opponents and demanding a battle to expose their strength.

Thinking of that, Tetsuya wanted to complain. No normal person would do something like that, right?

As for the afternoon, he would see whether Pidgeot was willing to accompany him to fish for Pokémon in the sea while flying around nearby.

Given Combusken's personality, after having fun all morning, it would definitely drag Roggenrola off to keep playing in the afternoon. Tetsuya knew that very well.

They could occasionally go somewhere else for fun too, like swimming to relax.

Simply perfect.

Tetsuya did not notice in the slightest that his lifestyle was gradually approaching that of a middle-aged or elderly man.

He stayed for an entire morning, but there was no one worth noting.

After closing the video that had finished playing, he was not disappointed. After all, there was a high probability that those who came aboard the St. Anne were here to enjoy themselves.

Training aboard the ship was also a matter of personal privacy, and it was all done in enclosed spaces. He could not possibly pry into other people's privacy.

In this world, rashly probing into someone else's Training Plan or training methods could make the two sides enemies. It was like trying to steal a family's inherited craft in ancient times in his past life.

Last time, if he had not known it was Brock, and if Brock had not made his intentions clear, and if Tetsuya had not happened to have related plans himself—

If it had been anyone else, Tetsuya would probably have found an opportunity to kill that person in the wilderness.

Coming to his door for no reason and asking how he trained his Pokémon—wasn't that just asking to die?

He stretched and stood up, moving his body around. After sitting for three hours, his legs were a little numb.

He first called Combusken back, and they returned to the room together. By then, Pidgeot was already perched on the balcony.

"Yo, you're back. Have a good flight?"

"Pidgeot!~"

Tetsuya laughed. It looked like Pidgeot had enjoyed itself immensely. Birds of prey still needed the freedom of the skies to fly.

"Dangoro!"

Roggenrola also ran out of the small room and greeted its Trainer.

After that, it was pulled aside by Combusken, and the two secretly discussed something.

Tetsuya did not bother with them. He directly prepared lunch for his three Pokémon, then called room service and had them bring up bread, beef, lettuce, tomatoes, potatoes, and the like.

Today, he planned to make himself a hamburger meal in the room's kitchen.

Come to think of it, this world seemed not to have food like hamburgers yet. Or perhaps they simply did not exist in the Kanto Region.

Tetsuya could not be sure. Most regions in this world were quite far apart, with different customs and cultures, and he had never visited them.

Still, if they had sandwiches, then hamburgers should exist too, right?

Of course, there definitely was not much Chinese Cuisine. Cooking in this world mainly leaned toward Japanese and Western styles.

"Come to think of it, maybe I'll have a chance to become some kind of restaurant tycoon in the Pokemon World someday. How about calling it Pokemon Gourmet Supplier?"

As he made the hamburgers, Tetsuya let his thoughts wander.

He simply made two beef burgers and a serving of fries. With the drinks that had been restocked in the room's refrigerator early that morning, Tetsuya sat down in a chair on the balcony.

Basking in the sun, eating a burger, occasionally taking a sip of an ice-cold drink and a bite of fries—this was simply the blissful life of a couch potato.

Adjusting his sunglasses, Tetsuya caught sight of someone stepping out onto the neighboring balcony from the corner of his eye. The man seemed oddly familiar.

"Yo, Uncle Chinatsu, you're staying next door? Good afternoon!"

He turned and greeted him energetically.

"Isn't this Tetsuya? I certainly didn't expect this." The middle-aged man named Chinatsu was stretching when he heard the voice from next door and turned his head.

So it was the young man from last night. Asakawa Chinatsu loosened up his muscles and casually replied that it really was quite a coincidence.

This Uncle Asakawa Chinatsu was the man who had asked Tetsuya whose child he was last night.

"Uncle, are you going to fish for Pokémon this afternoon?"

Tetsuya took a satisfying sip of his drink, realized it was empty, and gestured for Combusken to get him another bottle before asking Chinatsu.

"I am. I'll be going in a bit. What, are you coming too?"

As he watched Combusken walking back and forth, a flash of amazement crossed Chinatsu's eyes. After all, he was also an experienced Trainer.

Although he was not as professional as a Breeder, he could still tell that this Combusken had been raised exceptionally well and was quite strong. That was a Trainer's instinct.

His reply to Tetsuya's question was just as quick.

"I'm going. Let's go together later, Uncle." "Sure. Last night wasn't suited to my performance. This afternoon, I'll show you what it means to be the king of fishing for Pokémon!"

Tetsuya quickly finished his meal, clapped his hands, and signaled that he was ready.

Chinatsu, who had been doing his noon exercise nearby, stopped as well.

The two stepped out through the balcony and headed toward the sea-fishing area, talking and laughing.

Behind them, Combusken and Roggenrola secretly followed before dashing straight toward the amusement area.

Tetsuya casually reminded them to come back for dinner. The two silly Pokémon stiffened a little, and only when they heard nothing further did they continue on their way.

"Haha, looks like you and your Pokémon have a pretty good relationship." Uncle Chinatsu found the sight rather amusing.

"Of course. They're all family to me," Tetsuya answered without hesitation.

Chinatsu revealed a trace of approval. "Indeed. Pokémon are all our Trainers' family, our most trustworthy partners."

As they talked, the two had already reached the area from last night.

Quite a few people were already there.

"Yo, old man, you're still here." "Hello, Uncle Old Fu."

"You old bastard, the sun's going to roast you later." "Dias, you vampire, you actually came in the afternoon?"

Compared to Tetsuya's polite greetings, Uncle Chinatsu's way of greeting people was considerably wilder.

As expected, Uncle Chinatsu was met with a torrent of curses.

"Asakawa Chinatsu, you bastard! You have no respect for your elders. Look at how polite Tetsuya is."

"You damn lizard, who are you calling a vampire?"

Well, Asakawa Chinatsu's strongest Pokémon was a Sceptile, so he was called the damn lizard.

As for Dias, who was called a vampire and was also known as Old Fu, his strongest Pokémon was a Gengar. Because his battle tactics often unknowingly drained opposing Pokémon of their stamina, he had jokingly been dubbed a vampire.

The two were old rivals and old friends.

Tetsuya did not bother with the conversation between these childish adults. He simply picked up his fishing rod and began fishing for Pokémon.

He whistled, and Pidgeot, which had been circling overhead, landed beside him.

The Trainer on watch nearby glanced at the tag on Pidgeot and did not react. This was Originally Is permitted.

With one hand stroking Pidgeot's feathers, Tetsuya casually held his fishing rod and fished for Pokémon.

His cool style drew a burst of sighs from the uncles nearby.

"Back when I was young..."

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