As for the sed reason he had joihe anization, it was simply a matter of venience.
In his past life, Sato had many enemies, but after being reborn, he had let go of all grudges.
Except for one person—the assassin who had kidnapped him. And now, there was aarget—the Red-rank assassin.
People who speak little tend to think a lot.
Sato wasn't sure if this was a side effect of reination, but he shook off his wandering thoughts and refocused on Zorua and Gastly.
"Zorua, jog for twenty mihen e find me."
Sato activated a treadmill specifically designed for small Pokémon and instructed Zorua to start running.
"Gastly, this training room is five meters long and five meters wide. I want you to move bad forth tinuously until you colpse."
"Kehehe~"
Gastly slumped dejectedly, nodding its head, but its eyes darted around, clearly scheming ways to sck off.
"Oh, and anyone who scks off during training doesn't get to eat."
Sato poi the Pokémon food pearby, then raised his hand, where a ball of bck mist suddenly formed.
"Kehehe!"
Gastly immediately straightened up, nodding seriously, swearing it would plete its task.
However, its eyes kept flickering toward Sato's hand, uled by the eerie Dark Energy.
After twenty minutes, Zorua colpsed oreadmill, pletely exhausted. Sato gently picked it up, allowing a small amount of Dark Energy to flow into its body.
"Zor…"
Zorua let out a fortable sound. Pokémon naturally had strong recovery abilities, and this time, the Dark Energy was simply replenishing its internal reserves, so there was no pain.
"Kehe~"
Gastly floated over, feigning curiosity, but iy, it was just looking for an excuse to take a break.
Sato g it but didn't call it out. He uood Gastly's nature and allowed it this small moment of ziness.
"Kehehe~"
Seeing no punishment, Gastly pushed its luck, floating over to Zorua and asking about the sensation with a mischievous grin. However, before it could react, a familiar hand grabbed it again and flung it across the room.
"Kehe…"
Gastly resigself to training, zipping bad forth at high speed, leaving afterimages in its wake. Oddly enough, it seemed to enjoy itself—perhaps it had never realized before that it could move this fast.
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That night, after dinner, Sato returo his room.
He released Gastly, who didn't need sleep, and gave the drowsy Zorua two drops of his own blood before sitting cross-legged on the bed and beginning his meditation.
Since Dark-type Pokémon could enhaheir bodies through Dark Energy, so too could Sato himself. Unlike Psychiergy, which focused oal development, Dark Energy specialized in enhang physical attributes.
By cirg Dark Energy throughout his body, he could subtly improve his physique.
Through loraining, Sato had even repced sleep with meditation. This way, while his Pokémon rapidly grew stronger, he wouldn't fall behind.
At 6:00 AM, Sato ended his meditation.
After two hours of m training with Zorua and Gastly, he arrived at the cafeteria by 8:00 AM.
In one er of the cafeteria, all 19 other recruits sat in a row. After a moment's thought, Sato decided that from now on, he would arrive ten minutes earlier to avoid standing out.
Keeping a low profile was key. At least until he finished all his matters.
Grabbing a simple breakfast, he took the st seat among the recruits and silently ate his meal.
Fortunately, everyone was still unfamiliar with one another, and in this unfamiliar enviro, no one had the energy to mock Sato for arriving te.
By 8:30 AM, the group arrived at the .
For half an hour, they waited.
Then, right on time, a mature female instructor with a Green-rank Badge stepped into the room.
"Good m, everyone. I will be your instructor for disguise training…"
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From 9:00 AM to 12:00 PM, the recruits spent the m learning disguise and reaissaeiques in the .
From 12:00 PM to 1:00 PM, they had lund rest time.
From 1:00 PM to 6:00 PM, they took turns undergoing physical endurand bat training iraining grounds.
Died one hour, and after 7:00 PM, the schedule became free training time. Most used this time for Pokémon training, but others focused on physical bat or eve.
There were no instructors for Pokémon training—recruits had to figure everything out themselves. That didn't mean they had zero guidahough.
The anization's resource exge system didn't operate on Pokémon League currency; instead, everything was bought using points.
Each recruit started with 200 points, which could be spent freely.
Pokémon TMs, Pokéblocks, training manuals—all were avaible for purchase.
However, 200 points was only enough to buy oM for a move with 60 base power or lower or a beginner-level Pokémon training manual.
Most recruits chose the training manual specific to their starter Pokémon. Naturally, this led to some recruits mog Sato, thinking:
What good is having ara Pokémon if you don't have a manual? That unknown weakling won't amount to anything in three months.
Yet, Sato paid no mind to their gnces and murmurs. He simply titending csses, training, aing, all in a steady rhythm.
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Oer, Rika successfully purchased the Toxic Gas he had requested, costing 100 points. Sato saved the remaining 100 points, leaving them untouched.
Ihe training room, Zorua had undergone a plete transformation. Its once frail body had grown stronger, its fur now sleek and smooth, and its blue eyes sharp and lively.
Standing at 0.7 meters, it had now reached the normal size for its species.
Additionally, uhe stimution of Dark Energy, Zorua had successfully learned Dark Pulse. Although it still cked precise trol, Sato was fident that in three months, it would master it pletely.
Now, Zorua stood fag Gastly, who had also improved signifitly.
pared to a week ago, Gastly's movements were much sharper. Following Sato's guida had learo split its Shadow Ball into multiple smaller spheres.
Although the power was lower, the increased accurad rapid firing made it much more reliable.
With its naturally high Special Attack, as long as it didn't enter a Normal-type wall like Blissey, its damage output would be more than enough.
All of this progress had been made i within the private training rooms. But at night, when everyorained publicly at the training grounds, Sato held back deliberately.
Both Zorua and Gastly would only use their most basic moves, making their bat abilities appear mediocre at best. Even in disguise training and reaissance lessons, Sato performed just adequately enough.
Within one week, he had successfully created the illusion that he was below average in talent, quiet in personality, and not particurly hardw.
Only Rika, who had occasionally glimpsed his true training, had a faint idea of his real strength.
