Chapter 1024: Naranja Academy

Mesagoza.

The location of Naranja Academy, situated in the center of Paldea, is the largest metropolis in terms of population and area.

People of all kinds come here from all over the world to study. Age-unrestricted and inclusive openness are the synonyms for this ancient school, which is one of the few in the world.

Spring has arrived.

It's another enrollment season, with new students arriving one after another to register; Mesagoza is in its busiest period.

Before the bridge leading to the towering, wall-like gate.

Many teenagers wearing shirt-and-shorts school uniforms, full of youthful vigor, were either riding Cyclizar back and forth or walking with their Pokémon.

Friends were chatting and laughing, waving to greet each other.

"How many Gyms have you challenged?"

"Four already, you?"

"I caught a very powerful Pokémon by Casseroya Lake! Want to battle in a bit?"

"Forget it, I'm a peace-loving person."

"Did you watch Iono's live stream the day before yesterday?"

"Watched it, watched it! The Orre Champion is so cool! I can't believe Iono managed to invite him!"

Everything was peaceful and thriving.

Suddenly.

A howling gale blew from afar!

Boom!

Blue lightning flew through the bridge and into Mesagoza in the blink of an eye, with a sky full of dust and sand sweeping in behind it, suddenly blowing up the ties and hats of passersby, and some small Pokémon were frightened and fell down.

Who is that?

Daring to speed on a Cyclizar in front of the Mesagoza gate!

Many students showed anger, and a few scattered people vaguely felt that the back view looked a bit familiar.

But this small interlude was soon thrown to the back of their minds; there were more things worth caring about in the new semester.

Inside an alleyway somewhere.

All Baimu braked before Miraidon hit the wall, half-amazed and half-emotional: "I actually have a day where I speed in the city."

Speed is addictive, especially for a Trainer like him with keen senses and top-tier dynamic vision, who is often dissatisfied with the speed limited by his own muscles.

And compared to speeding in the empty blue sky, the "obstacles" standing on the ground were undoubtedly more exciting.

"Not again."

He touched Miraidon's head, and the latter looked unsatisfied, flicking its long tail.

"Gaa-ss~"

The high-speed dash activated its potential violent genes as a Paradox Pokémon.

Accelerating, discovering obstacles, dodging—a whole set of actions that seemed simple but were actually adrenaline-pumping in split-second calculations, reminding it of its powerful past after a long time.

Once upon a time, it also dashed back and forth among a group of Pokémon at a speed invisible to the naked eye like this.

Nowadays...

Woo.

Miraidon lowered its head, obediently following All Baimu as he walked out of the alley, its electronic eyes on both sides of its head secretly observing the passersby.

But due to its unique styling, it inevitably attracted many curious gazes.

All Baimu, wearing a mask, moved forward on his own, and even when someone asked which beauty salon his Cyclizar got its styling done at, he just waved his hand and didn't respond.

"Professor Turo, Long Ren, none of them replied?"

"Yes."

Porygon2 flew out of his pocket and said, "I suspect Long Ren has already secretly gone to Area Zero."

Ever since getting off the ship, All Baimu had sent a message to Long Ren.

Who would have thought there would be no reply until now, as if he had evaporated from the world.

All Baimu was silent for a few seconds and said, "Ask Nemona later."

With Long Ren's unique personality, Nemona, as the Student Council President, must know about him.

Detouring all the way to the wide flowerbed plaza.

He looked up at the stairs that were probably over several hundred steps, just about to head to the school gate at the top, when his peripheral vision suddenly caught the street side.

He saw Penny and Mela, who had removed her makeup and changed into her school uniform, sitting opposite each other under a parasol, tasting parfait ice cream.

"East Asian makeup technique?"

All Baimu's expression was strange.

The bare-faced Mela had a cute bob cut, and the only similarity to the rebellious girl with the metal rock style was probably the tomato-and-egg-like hair color.

He walked forward slowly with Miraidon.

The sunlight was blocked.

Mela turned her head unhappily, seeing the strange Miraidon first, and then noticing All Baimu wearing a mask.

Even if she couldn't see his face, she wouldn't forget those unique eyes that radiated a deterrent force.

"Hey, don't block the light."

The words were hard, but the tone was very light.

It sounded like coquetry at first listen.

Penny looked up belatedly, with a silver spoon still in her mouth, and after a brief moment of being stunned, she hurriedly stood up to greet him: "Ch-Champion!"

"Call me All Baimu; I'm not the Champion here either. Always calling me that, your Chief Champion will have an opinion."

All Baimu waved his hand, "Where's Clavell?"

Mela stirred her parfait and said, "Gone; he disappeared as soon as we arrived in Mesagoza."

Did Principal Clavell go to work?

He thought to himself, when he suddenly saw Miraidon blinking its electronic eyes, slowly approaching the unsuspecting Penny.

"Do you want to eat a parfait?"

All Baimu asked.

Miraidon looked back at him, then at the bewildered Penny, and as if playing a prank, leaned over, rested its claws on Penny's shoulder, and rubbed and licked her.

"Ah gaa~! Gaa-ow~"

"Wow! What is this!?"

Penny looked like a bullied little beast, weakly raising her hand to resist, but Miraidon's offensive was too fierce, so she had to ask for help with a bitter face: "Wait, don't do this... help, save me!"

Mela immediately shouted, "Control your Pokémon!"

"... Miraidon!"

All Baimu reached out to pull this inexplicably crazy cyber giant lizard, providing a tissue to Penny, whose glasses had been licked crooked. "Sorry, are you okay?"

"I'm fine... just sticky from the saliva..."

Penny wiped her face and glasses, puzzled: "Is it a Cyclizar? It looks so inexplicable..."

Miraidon glared, "Gaa-ss!"

Actually calling it inexplicable!

Penny was so frightened she ran behind All Baimu, truly licked into a psychological shadow; it was All Baimu's Pokémon after all.

If it were someone else, Penny would probably have thrown a small tantrum.

All Baimu: "I don't know, I picked it up on the road, but it already has a Trainer."

"Did it get lost from its Trainer?"

Mela raised her hand and said, "I can let the Team Star partners help."

"No need, I know who it is. I'll go register first, let's keep in touch."

All Baimu made a phone gesture and dragged Miraidon away.

After walking a distance.

He turned his head and asked, "Do you like that girl?"

"Gaa-ss?"

Miraidon's electronic eyes trembled, denying this statement, and didn't explain the reason.

After all, it was rare to see someone weaker than it, and who seemed to be in the same boat; how could it not bully her?

Gaa gaa gaa!

Miraidon, you really are a powerful and evil Pokémon!

It secretly laughed, then pretended that nothing had happened, to avoid making All Baimu unhappy.

Second-floor battle plaza.

The venue for Naranja Academy's school battle tournament.

The venue surrounded by colorful sunflower patterns had a very European artistic style, with bright colors, making people feel happy.

At this moment, two people were borrowing the venue for a battle; on one side was a Paldean Tauros, Combat and Fire dual type.

On the other side was a Pawmot with messy hair on its head like a two-dimensional hot-blooded manga protagonist, fat and chubby.

"Pawmot! Double Shock!"

The familiar ponytail dark-skinned girl gave the order in high spirits.

In an instant.

A blue and yellow mixed electric light lit up, and the Pawmot, shining and entwined with thunder, flew forward, colliding with the Tauros that was charging angrily!

Thud!

Tss—!!

Electric current flashed, flying in all directions!

Dust like thick fog rose, blocking the situation in the field; after it dissipated, Tauros had clearly lost its ability to battle.

"Student Council President, Nemona wins!"

I don't know who the referee was, but they even specifically mentioned Nemona's title.

All Baimu, leading the obediently following Miraidon, decisively gave up the idea of recognizing Nemona in front of everyone.

Wait until he finishes registering, then send her a message.

He quietly bypassed the battle venue, not knowing that another person who was also crowding in the crowd suddenly caught sight of Miraidon.

"Why is it here!?"

That person's pupils shrank, showing disgust and irritability, scratching his gray-black long hair, and finally chased after him.

Who would have thought All Baimu's pace would be extremely fast, and he could nimbly avoid other students.

Just when that person thought he could get close quickly, he could only watch All Baimu walk away as he was blocked by the coming and going students.

"Who exactly is he? Not wearing a school uniform, shouldn't be a student of the school."

That person tried his best to chase.

Perhaps heaven pitied this effort, All Baimu finally stopped in front of the castle-shaped Naranja Academy gate, taking photos constantly with his Rotom Phone.

"Eight hundred years of heritage, the Pokémon version of Hogwarts..."

"That person over there!"

A boy who looked sixteen or seventeen, carrying a large travel backpack, with gray-black bangs covering one eye, shouted.

Miraidon turned its head, discovered it was an acquaintance, and immediately bit All Baimu's hem.

"Who are you?"

All Baimu asked suspiciously.

This person also seemed a bit familiar.

The boy said seriously: "My name is Arven; why is this Miraidon like this? Why does it appear here?"

"Arven... you know it?"

All Baimu heard this name, Miraidon, and asked back: "Then do you know Professor Turo?"

Who would have thought that as soon as this was said.

Arven's brows immediately furrowed, showing a very repulsive look at the name, "... Why are you mentioning my dad? You haven't answered my question yet!"

Dad?

Sure enough, he's Professor Turo's son!

All Baimu remembered that when he was checking information last night, he caught a glimpse of news saying that Turo and Sada had a son.

Specific name—unknown.

He said: "I encountered it in South Province (Area Three) yesterday; I don't know why it's like this either."

"South Province (Area Three)?"

Arven was stunned.

He nodded and said: "Yes."

He only had a pitiful part of the clues in his hand; rather than throwing them all out, it was better to mention them when necessary.

All Baimu said: "Is it your Pokémon?"

"No..."

In Arven's gaze toward Miraidon, there were various emotions such as disgust, doubt, and irritability.

This made Miraidon, who had wanted to be close to him, shrink behind All Baimu.

"Gaa-ss..."

"I want to find Professor Turo; can you contact him?"

All Baimu said straightforwardly.

Arven snorted: "Do you think I can contact him? You're not a student of our school, right?"

"Preparing to register for enrollment in a bit."

He was determined to become a member of Naranja Academy.

Arven heard this, thought for a moment, and said: "Since that's the case, let me test if you're qualified to take care of Miraidon for the time being!"

"Me?"

All Baimu thought Arven was going to take Miraidon back, but instead, he wanted to dump it on him.

What's the situation?

"Of course it's you! Before I contact my dad, someone must take care of it, but I have my own things to be busy with. Since it met you, it might as well be you!"

Arven saw him silent and not answering, frowned and said: "You wouldn't be a Pokémon Trainer who just became one, right?"

"That's not it, it's been two or three years."

All Baimu took off his mask and found the boy's expression was normal.

Doesn't recognize him?

Fine.

"Where are we battling?"

He helplessly took out a Poké Ball.

Arven invited him to the playground.

——

Playground.

The place was open.

In the center of the red rubber track, several small battle venues were arranged neatly.

The two chose one.

Miraidon stood behind All Baimu, peeking.

Arven stood on the opposite side, holding the Poké Ball in his hand.

"If you want to take good care of Pokémon, you can't do it without strength! Come on! Let me see your ability!"

"Yes, yes..."

All Baimu threw the ball.

Bang.

Two white lights flashed.

Appearing in the field were the fat and chubby Greedent and the warm-smiling Blissey.

Arven saw this, nodded slightly and said: "You've cultivated them quite well! The Pokémon are very healthy!"

All Baimu: "Are you a Breeder?"

In the Pokémon world, Breeders often judge the health status of Pokémon at the first moment.

And Trainers usually choose to look at the Pokémon's eyes and overall spirit.

Arven snorted, "I'm a Herba Mystica chef!"

"What a coincidence, I'm also a chef; want to exchange pointers when you have time?" He replied casually.

Arven gritted his teeth and said: "You win first before you talk! I want to use this battle to dispel my depressed mood! Body Slam!"

"Greed!"

Greedent jumped and charged toward Blissey.

Speed...

Very slow.

Although it was relative, Arven's strength was indeed incomparable to Nemona's.

"Psychic."

After All Baimu finished speaking, he didn't look at the situation in the field anymore, reaching out to touch Miraidon's head.

In the field.

The moment Greedent leaped high to slam down on it.

Blissey's eyes lit up, and the invisible ripples of glowing blue light swayed, instantly restraining the opponent.

Arven's expression changed, "Not good!"

As soon as the words fell.

Greedent's body moved up, down, left, and right uncontrollably, and then it kept slamming into the ground like a ball.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of heavy muffled sounds attracted the attention of others on the playground.

But not long after, Blissey released the mental control.

Only because Greedent had already lost consciousness, its head down and dizzy.

"Greed..."

Several cracks remained on the flat ground.

Undoubtedly, they were caused by Greedent's collision.

Arven was dumbfounded, clenching his fists and widening his eyes, "O-one hit and..."

"You really only cultivated Pokémon for two or three years!?" He shouted in disbelief.

All Baimu nodded, "Absolutely true, if you don't believe me, you can check online, my name is All Baimu."

"All Baimu... such a familiar name..."

Arven took back Greedent, turned around, and took out his phone to search.

The surrounding students began to whisper, their eyes full of surprise and admiration.

They undoubtedly knew All Baimu.

Half a minute later.

Arven took a deep breath and put down his phone.

"You, you're so amazing!"

He praised in surprise: "I didn't expect there to be a Trainer like you in the world!"

All Baimu was ashamed, "What do you mean a Trainer like me..."

"Gaa-ss~"

Miraidon chimed in. ===== CHAPTER 1025 =====