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  July 17th, Friday.

  The weather was clear, with wisps of clouds drifting across the blue sky. Early-rising Caterpie had already beeen by Pidgey, and the pyers who had stayed up te grinding were still fast asleep.

  Natsume let out a yaulled Eevee out from uhe covers. The little o out a drowsy murmur.

  “Eevee?”

  Hmm… I guess buying that cat bed wasn’t really necessary after all.

  But sneaking out at night and then ing back covered in mud? That’s just nht, is it?

  Natsume sighed, got up, ao wash his face. He cupped a handful of water and spshed it onto his face.

  Droplets of water dripped down from his hair. Natsume touched his and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.

  “Another day waking up to my own handsomeness.”

  Today, he was going to pick up the Sinnoh Champion’s flight. Even the usually carefree Natsume-sensei had takeime to spruce himself up a bit.

  He wore a slightly oversized white T-shirt, his bck hair ly styled, giving off a and simple vibe.

  Though his mind might be a bit twisted and his strategies a bit dirty, Natsume-seill radiated a sunny aura.

  After all, it’s easier for readers to rete to a good-looking protagonist. Ugly main characters just don’t cut it these days.

  “Hauime to go out and greet uest!” Natsume called out.

  “Haunter?” Haunter woke up from its nap, scratg its head groggily.

  I thought I’d already finished all my courses yesterday!

  After preparing breakfast for the two little ones, Natsume sipped on some e juid sent a message to thia.

  “You here yet?”

  “10 a.m.”

  “I’ll be there soon!”

  “No rush, I wait.”

  Natsume hailed a taxi and headed to Tokyo Airport, feeling unusually nervous.

  The driver, gripping the steering wheel with one hand, g the rearview mirror and teased, “Pig up yirlfriend?”

  Natsume nodded seriously. “Something like that.”

  The driver burst out ughing. “Don’t tell me it’s an online romance meeting in real life!”

  Natsume was slightly taken aback.

  Are all the drivers iouran League this sharp?

  “Here’s my business card. If you want to bail when you meet her, just call me right away.”

  The driver threw Natsume a knowing look. “Once you’re caught in their web, it’s hard to get out!”

  Natsume calmly took the card and smirked coldly.

  Who’s catg who? That’s still up in the air!

  Outside, the air was stiflingly hot. Travelers carrying luggage were everywhere, and Pokémon weren’t a rare sight either.

  But someone like Natsume, with an Eevee perched on his head and a Haunter floating behind him, was definitely an unon sight.

  “Eevee… could you get down? I think my neck’s about to snap…”

  “Eevee!” Eevee tsundere-ly lifted its head, its little paws gripping even tighter.

  Haunter chuckled mischievously, enveloping Natsume’s head in a dark mist.

  Natsume’s face paled. Despite it being summer, he couldn’t help but shiver…

  In the first-css , there was only one passenger.

  The refle in the window showed a side profile. thia leaned against the window, her slender fingers resting oemple, lost in thought.

  “The Touran League… it’s been a while since I’ve been here.”

  I’ll go see Natsume-sensei first… he should be more familiar with the pce.

  Suddenly.

  Her gaze shifted to the pne’s wing cutting through the clouds. thia felt a rare emotion flicker through her heart.

  Nervousness?

  No, even when she reached the pinnacle of the Sinnoh League, she had never felt this way.

  “Must be tired…”

  thia rubbed her temples, thinking about tomorrow’s match against Lance. Her eyes gradually sharpened.

  She felt like she had grasped that fleetiion.

  “Anticipation, perhaps…”

  thia smiled softly.

  “Indeed, it’s time to enjoy a good battle!”

  Natsume realized that he had still uimated the world of the wealthy.

  Only sed-rate celebrities get caught by the paparazzi, or else it's all just a deliberate publicity stunt.

  Like the VIP aisle Natsume was currently in.

  The marble floor was so polished it could reflect his image, and the vast arrival hall was empty except for him, fnked by four burly men in uniform, their eyes sharp and vigint.

  The security guards stood with their hands behind their backs, exging subtle gnces.

  'What kind of big shot are we expeg this time?'

  'No idea, the information's pletely sealed. He's the only oo pick them up!'

  The guards coughed in unison, their gazes shifting to Natsume with a hint of reverence.

  Natsume felt a bit awkward.

  He had sidered making a pick-up sign, but it really wasn't necessary!

  Suddenly, the guards, who had been eyeing him with curiosity, straightened up, their expressions turning serious.

  From the long corridor behind them came the crisp, steady sound of high heels.

  Natsume felt a twinge of nervousness.

  Click, click—

  A dazzling head of golden hair.

  A bck trench coat and wide-leg pants, paired with exquisite bck high heels.

  Her face bore a smile that was as refreshing as a spring breeze, yet carried a hint of aloofness.

  The Champion of the Sinnoh League.

  thia!

  Click, click—

  The sound of the high heels, which had momentarily stolen his breath, came to a halt.

  thia stopped, her deep gray eyes lifting to meet Natsume's in the ter of the hall.

  Silence.

  "Natsume-sensei?" thia tilted her head slightly.

  Even Natsume, who had undergorous training, felt his heart skip a beat.

  Natsume was about to speak.

  But before he could, Haunter, with a sinister grin, moved first.

  "Haunter!"

  thia was slightly taken aback.

  Haunter first took the bag from thia's hand and ha to a flustered Natsume, thees cws to eagerly massage thia's shoulders.

  "Haunter? (o???)"

  thia chuckled, "Thank you, that does feel much better."

  "Haunter!! (/ω＼)"

  Haunter's face turned red, steam seemingly rising from its head as it flew around the hall like a defted balloon.

  Meanwhile, Eevee g tightly to Natsume's head, as if holding onto something irrepceable, its little face teh nervousness.

  Natsume cleared his throat, "Professor Rowan asked me to e as well."

  "So it was you at the researstitute st time?" thia blinked.

  She suddenly remembered why his voice had sounded so familiar.

  The Trainer of Eevee and Natsume-sensei were one and the same!

  Natsume nodded.

  "Then why didn't you mention it st time?"

  "Pying games with the Sinnoh Champion isn't something a normal person process right away!" Natsume sighed.

  thia nodded slightly, her deep gray eyes carefully sing Natsume.

  After a moment, she smiled softly.

  "Others probably wouldn't expect... Natsume-seo be this young."

  Though young, Natsume's uanding of battles far surpassed that of an ordinary master trainer.

  thia was curious...

  Acc to Professor Rowan's evaluation.

  This young master seemed to have knowledge of historical legendaries as well?

  "I didn't expect... the person I ying games with to be so beautiful."

  Hearing Natsume's words, thia was momentarily stunned.

  "Thank you."

  A faint smile blossomed on thia's face, "But do you often say things like this?"

  "This is the first time, and the st."

  Natsume thought for a moment, then added, "If you want to hear it, I say it a few more times."

  "That won't be necessary."

  thia ughed, "Shall we head to your pce?"

  If the system had a narrator fun, it would surely sarcastically announce:

  【It's now thia's turn to attack!】

  Natsume was taken aback, stammering, "So... so soon?"

  "First, we o diagnose Eevee."

  thia pohen slowly walked towards Natsume.

  A gentle st, a perfect blend of maturity and vivacity, filled the air.

  The distaween them was now mere inches.

  Natsume hadn't eveed.

  He looked down in fusioraight nose and cherry-colored lips ing into view.

  thia reached out and took Eevee from Natsume's head, cradling it gently in her arms.

  "This is the little one, isn't it?"

  thia smiled, "An Eevee with Anticipation?"

  Strangely, Eevee, which had seemed so resistant, lost all its strength the moment thia touched it.

  Eevee struggled in thia's arms, but its cries were soft and endearing.

  "Eevee! (〃＞皿＜)"

  Natsume breathed a sigh of relief, nodding with difficulty.

  "Yes, let's head to my pce first!"