As the sun set, dusk shrouded the entire harbor of Vermilion City. The St. Anne docked at the port.
Tetsuya stepped off the ship and stretched. This journey was finally over.
At the banquet after the competition that night, he had gotten to know quite a few people his age, and they had all added each other as friends.
For the next two days, he mostly hung out with them, munching on sunflower seeds, chatting, swimming, and playing games together.
Whenever they felt like it, they would even play a few friendly 1v1 battle matches.
He had used Roggenrola for a few matches as well, winning some and losing some. After all, Zero showed that Roggenrola was only Level 18 right now. Losing to Pokemon that were nearly Elite level was perfectly normal.
As for Combusken and Pidgeot, forget it. There was no need.
Then, every afternoon at the same time, he would go fish for Pokemon for a while, chat with those uncles and old-timers, and ask them a few questions. Just like that, another day passed.
Honestly, enjoying this sort of life for a day or two was fine. But after living like this on the ship for five days, he was already getting a little sick of it.
His past-life self would probably have collapsed long ago, but his experiences in this life had made the adventurous spirit in him extraordinarily active. Right now, all he wanted was training and travel.
Rest? What was that?
So, the moment the St. Anne docked, he said goodbye to the people he knew and eagerly slipped off the ship.
Otherwise, he would have had to exchange at least a few more pleasantries with everyone.
Honestly, the feeling of having his feet firmly on the ground was great, Tetsuya mused.
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