Pokemon: Spiritual Master-Chapter 425: Gengar: I’m Not Gone~

"Johan-sensei, nice battle!"

During dinner, Flint had already lost count of how many times he had gotten this excited.

Johan couldn't even be bothered to respond.

He was already tired—Flint had disturbed his sleep, then during his battle against Guzma, he had to use Aura to counteract Dragonite's Outrage backlash. He had no energy left to argue with Flint.

He'd let it slide for now and just add it to his mental list.

"What are your plans after the finals tomorrow?" Thorne asked.

Plans?

Johan was momentarily taken aback.

After a brief moment of thought, he glanced at Cynthia with a hint of inquiry.

"What do you think about opening a farm?"

"A farm?" Cynthia tilted her head, blinking in confusion.

Everyone at the table was also stunned, especially Thorne.

"A farm?"

Thorne had asked Johan with the intention of discussing the "Special Raid Team" mission.

After all, it was no small matter, and as the vice leader, Thorne was under quite a bit of pressure.

Who would have thought Johan's train of thought would derail so completely and land on a farm?

Johan sighed and shook his head.

"Life isn't easy, the pressure is intense."

Besides...

The café practically ran itself now. The Indeedee siblings, Alcremie, and the occasionally appearing Marshadow handled everything without his supervision.

During the Lily of the Valley Conference, the café's stall had made an astonishing profit in just a few days—comparable to months of regular business.

As for the "Special Raid Team," wasn't Thorne still keeping watch over things as vice leader?

Hunter J and her group weren't making any moves, so tracking them down wasn't easy.

And as for the TV show and screenplay business, Matori and the Team Rocket trio were handling things smoothly. Profits were stable.

There were new scripts, too, but they hadn't found suitable actors yet.

Opening a farm could provide a means of self-sustenance, alleviate stress, and maybe even bring in some extra income.

He already had plenty of experience growing Ice Radishes and Black Radishes.

"A farm, huh..."

Steven spoke up slowly, "Devon happens to have two unused plots of land. If you want, I can help you apply for them."

"If it's a farm, what Pokémon are you planning to raise?" Thorne asked.

Crops aside, raising Pokémon... Knowing Johan, the expenses would skyrocket, right?

"Hmm..." Johan rubbed his chin. "I think Farfetch'd would be a good choice. They're cute, docile, and they come with their own seasoning..."

Do you even like them?

Or are you just craving their meat?!

"As the saying goes, nature's justice is lenient but never excessive."

"Can I work there?" Flint immediately raised his hand, tears of anticipation glistening in his eyes.

Fitzwilliam's ahoge twitched as he caught on. "Count me in too!"

Johan scanned the two of them.

Hire them?

One was a brute, the other a goofball?

"Forget it."

Flint & Fitzwilliam: "..."

For once, you two finally did something right. Thorne secretly sighed in relief.

Johan exhaled softly.

Forget it.

One step at a time.

The journey must be taken step by step, food eaten bite by bite—you can't just swallow a whole Farfetch'd in one go.

Nightfall.

At Cynthia's villa.

"Garrr! |*▼皿▼)"

Garchomp glared at Johan, looking like it would rip him apart if he dared to make a wrong move.

It hadn't missed what Dragonite did during the day with its "Dragon Dance."

But Johan was too tired to care and simply thanked the Spiritomb that brought him tea.

"Thanks, Spiritomb."

He gently stroked its shadowy silhouette.

"Zzzpa~ o(////▽////)q"

Spiritomb blushed slightly and curled up.

"By the way..." Johan lowered his voice and whispered, "Spiritomb, are you interested in becoming the strongest Pokémon on Cynthia's team?"

"Zzz, Zzzpa? d(д)"

I-I... Who do I need to beat?

"Tomorrow is the finals. Shouldn't you be resting?"

Just then, Cynthia, fresh out of the shower with damp hair, stepped out wearing a cute Alcremie-themed pajama set.

"It's fine, I'll crush him with ease." Johan grinned.

Despite his confidence, exhaustion overwhelmed him. He stood up, yawned, and said to Cynthia:

"Good night."

"Good night~"

Wait... what did "good night" imply again?

Lying in bed, Johan didn't have time to think much before hugging Ninetales and drifting off to sleep.

It had been a long day.

The room fell silent.

But soon, a pair of crimson eyes opened on the ceiling.

"Ka-kaah?"

Gengar tested the waters with a soft call.

After confirming that Johan was fully asleep, it grinned and silently floated down.

It approached the dozing Larvitar, curled up in its "nest," snoring softly. Gengar gently tapped its little head.

"Yoji? ()"

The little one rubbed its eyes, opening a slit, looking confused.

"Ka-kaah?"

At your age, how can you sleep so much?

"Yoji?"

But... isn't there a match tomorrow?

"Ka-kaah!"

You're too small to compete anyway!

"Yoji!"

Oh, right!

Larvitar's little eyes lit up, rolling out of its "bed" and landing on the floor.

It wasn't hurt at all. Patting its belly, it quickly stood up, looking at Gengar eagerly.

"Yoji?"

Are we going out for food?

Larvitar touched its red-armored belly.

"Ka-kaah!"

Gengar crossed its arms, looking exasperated.

Such a great opportunity, and you're thinking about food?!

It grabbed Larvitar and quietly slipped out of the room, heading toward Cynthia's door.

Before they could even knock, the door swung open, revealing Garchomp sitting cross-armed with a piercing glare.

However, upon seeing it was just Gengar and Larvitar, its expression softened.

Gengar waved at Garchomp, and they all headed to the courtyard together.

Backyard.

"Ka-kaah~"

Garchomp, look at this little one. Exceptional talent, pure potential—it would be a shame not to train it.

Gengar playfully patted Larvitar's head.

"Yoji! (^^)"

Larvitar grinned, waving its little arms.

Garchomp glanced at them before Gengar slid over and handed it a stack of Pokéblocks with a smile.

"Garrr~"

Garchomp swiftly accepted them.

Ahem... Hmm... Indeed, the potential is impressive.

It had heard about Larvitar stomping on Johan's house.

Considering it had only hatched recently, such destructive power certainly lived up to the "Tyrant of the Desert" title.

As a Ground-type itself, Garchomp was confident in Ground-type moves.

"Garrr~"

Show me what moves you've got.

"Ka-kaah!"

Gengar immediately signaled for a pause.

One house was already destroyed—if another collapsed, where would they sleep?

So it led them away from the competitor village to a secluded spot.

Larvitar then began showcasing its moves.

"Yoji!"

Despite its small size, it executed its moves cleanly—until...

Hummm—

A soft blue light shimmered around Larvitar as it raised its arms, swaying its hips happily...

Dragon Dance!

Oh no!

Gengar's face went pale as it slowly turned toward Garchomp.

Smack!

Garchomp's forehead veins bulged into a cross shape.

It grinned—a terrifying "kind" smile.

"Garrr~ (╬▼皿▼)"

Let's have a talk, Gengar.

Garchomp grabbed the mischievous ghost.

"Yoji..."

Larvitar seemed to sense something was off and covered its eyes.

"Garrr~"

Kids shouldn't watch this.

"Yoji."

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It peeked through its fingers.

Then...

"Ka-kaah!!"

Flapping wings, startled Pokémon, and silence.

The Next Morning.

Johan woke up, feeling fully recharged.

"Huh?"

"Gengar... did you... get fatter?"

"Ka-kaah~ (._.)"

Today was the final match of the Lily of the Valley Conference, and online discussions had already erupted in full force.

"Darkrai's Dark Void combined with Dream Eater and its Nightmare ability—how do you even counter that?!"

"Lol, do you even know hypnosis? Johan-sensei is the master of sleep tactics!"

"Exactly! Not to mention he has Ursaring—if you've never seen a sleeping Ursaring, you don't know true terror!"

"So you're saying Johan-sensei is basically Darkrai's worst nightmare?"

"True nemesis of Darkrai confirmed!"

"But Tobias has other Pokémon too. You don't really think he only has a Darkrai, do you?"

"What if... Darkrai is actually Tobias's weakest Pokémon?"

"Hiss—Johan-sensei is in danger!"

"..."

Of course, none of these online debates had the slightest impact on Johan.

At this moment, he was engaged in a fierce battle—over breakfast—with his little Pokémon.

"Larvitar! You can't eat the plate! Spit it out!"

Watching the little one gobbling down its meal like it hadn't eaten in days, Johan was starting to get a headache.

Hadn't he fed it plenty before bed last night?

How did one night pass, and it was already acting like it was starving again?

Wait...

Was Larvitar's appetite another one of those "conceptual" problems?

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