Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice

Credits: NovelReader

Ten minutes later, Rihua and Will were busy cleaning up the overturned table, the shattered plates scattered all over the ground, and the soup clinging to the floor.

Stephen lowered his hand from the Slowpoke's head and coldly said to the silent Umbreon and the three Houndours:

"Starting today, Umbreon will eat sour Pokémon food for the next three days. As for you, Maria, Rose, and Sina, you'll eat sweet Pokémon food for a week."

Maria, Rose, and Sina were the nicknames Stephen had given to his three Houndours, for easier differentiation. Originally, he'd considered naming them "Chocolate" or "Vanilla," but those names didn't quite suit the trio, so he gave up on the idea.

The sour flavor was Umbreon's least favorite Pokémon food, while the sweet flavor was detested by the Houndours. This was their punishment.

According to the testimony of the impartial Slowpoke, Stephen learned that it was the Houndours who had started the provocation.

Even though Umbreon had been the first to attack, Stephen decided to impose a harsher punishment on the Houndours.

"Awwooo…"

Maria, who had taunted Umbreon with "You're getting old, Sis Umbreon. Can you even fight anymore?" was dissatisfied. After all, it was that old hag who struck first.

But Sina pressed her down beside her.

This was not the time to stand out.

By the afternoon, the issue between Umbreon and the Houndours had been resolved for the time being.

After a short midday break, Rihua brought her Houndours to find Stephen.

"Um… Stephen, about that man I mentioned… Can you help me?"

Will, being somewhat dim-witted, hadn't pieced things together yet. But Rihua didn't believe that someone as sharp as Stephen wouldn't have figured it out by now.

The man she wanted to kill was, of course, the Elite Four member of the Indigo League—Aldus—the one who had killed the parents of her Houndour.

"Do you think you're a match for an Elite Four member right now?"

Stephen countered with a question.

Rihua frowned slightly. "That's why I'm asking for your help. Don't worry, I'll repay you."

After all, she had personally witnessed Stephen teaming up with Will using clever tactics to defeat the Elite-level Altair.

"Do you think tricks like that will work every time against an Elite-level Trainer?"

Stephen's retort left Rihua speechless.

The reason tricks work is because they're unexpected and rarely used.

This world is reality, not a game.

There's no such thing as some "Level 1 Aron" or "Protect-No-Protect-Protect" strategy.

While tricks can be useful, what matters most is raw strength.

Hearing this, Rihua fell silent.

"Let's train together."

Stephen patted Eihua on the shoulder and walked toward the beach.

"Hey! Finally, getting serious about training? I've been waiting for this!"

Will, already by the seaside, stretched heavily.

"Yeah, let's start."

Stephen nodded.

Under Rihua's puzzled gaze, Will turned and pulled several… vests. From a nearby suitcase.

But they weren't for the three of them.

After pulling them out, Stephen and Will began putting the black vests on their Pokémon.

Rihua was utterly confused.

Has the world changed so much that even guys care about ceremonies now? Do they need outfits to train Pokémon?

Noticing the confusion in Rihua's eyes, Stephen picked up one of the vests and explained:

"These vests have built-in GPS satellites that can record each Pokémon's detailed parameters and physical changes."

As he spoke, Stephen unzipped the vest's inner pocket, revealing a small USB-like data device. He inserted it into Will's laptop.

Curious, Rihua leaned in and saw that Stephen had pulled up previous training data for Umbreon and the Houndours—

Running distance, maximum sprinting speed, instant acceleration, jumping power…

Rihua's eyes widened.

She felt like she and Stephen were living in entirely different worlds.

As a child of a wealthy family, she considered herself well-versed in all kinds of knowledge. But she had never seen anyone train Pokémon like this.

And yet, the surprises were far from over.

"Will, bring that thing out."

"Got it!"

Responding to Stephen's signal, Will pulled another item from the suitcase.

It was… a gas mask?

Stephen and Will placed the masks on their Pokémon, which were specially customized.

"This… what is this for now?"

Seeing the Pokémon, now wearing vests and gas masks, looking like they'd walked onto the set of Call of Duty, Rihua felt her worldview shatter once again.

"These are oxygen-restricting masks. They limit the amount of air entering the Pokémon's body, which helps enhance their lung capacity and endurance."

As Stephen spoke, he adjusted the air valve on Houndou's mask and continued explaining:

"By controlling the amount of air entering through different valves, we can simulate high-altitude training to improve their respiratory function."

Rihua was completely stunned. What was he even talking about?

Why didn't she understand a single word?

Stephen smiled faintly. "Of course, no matter how good the theory is, it still needs to be tested through practice."

"Will, let's have a practice match between our teams. You and Rihua."

"Alright! As the senior, I should teach the new member some discipline!"

Will rubbed his hands together eagerly.

He pointed at his Jynx.

Rihua was taken aback.

Her Houndour were Fire/Dark types, which had a clear advantage over Ice/Psychic types like Jynx.

"So, you're underestimating me, huh?"

Rihua's expression turned cold.

Fine. Since you're asking for it, I'll give it to you.

"Houndour, Flamethrower!"

Rihua waved her hand confidently.

The Houndour's mouth filled with intense flames, which turned into a fiery stream aimed straight at Jynx.

"Jynx, use Psychic to block it!"

Under Will's command, a faint purple psychic wave coated the Flamethrower mid-air, stopping it as if time had frozen.

Psychic-type moves are versatile.

"Child's play! Fire Spin!"

Rihua swiftly changed tactics.

The linear flames transformed into a spiraling vortex, forming a firestorm that trapped Jynx in a sea of fire.

While Fire Spin wasn't as powerful as Flamethrower, its larger area of effect made up for it.

Whoosh—!

The intense heat scorched the sandy beach, sending smoke billowing into the air.

Flames danced around Jynx, steadily sapping its strength.

"Crunch!"

At Rihua's command, Houndour charged through the flames, jaws glowing with a dark aura.

But just as the super-effective Crunch was about to land—

"Focus Blast."

"Jynx~"

Jynx suddenly raised its hand, an orange energy ball forming in its palm. It shot out, striking Houndour squarely on the forehead.

"What!?"

Rihua watched in disbelief as her Houndour howled in pain, was sent flying, and landed heavily on the ground.

How could Jynx land such a low-accuracy move like Focus Blast so precisely, especially in the chaotic environment of a Fire Spin?

Stephen explained:

"Generally, in a Fire Spin, a Pokémon's stamina is continuously drained, while its body is also ravaged by flames. This kind of pain causes their movements to falter, reducing the accuracy of their attacks."

He held up the oxygen-restricting mask. "But by simulating oxygen deprivation with these masks, we can train Pokémon to maintain their composure and accuracy even under such conditions."

While applying medicine to her Houndour, Rihua stared at Stephen, her mouth slightly agape.

This… this was incredible. She had never seen anyone use such training methods before.

To be honest, even without external tools, Stephen didn't think his training methods could match those of Green, the Trainer dubbed the Caretaker by Professor Oak.

But… he could rely on technology!

Someday, Stephen even wondered if he could create something like the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.