Pokemon born into a psychic family

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"What's wrong?" Noticing the odd expression on Oliver's face, Thomas asked loudly.

Oliver bit his lower lip, his eyes darkened, and responded, "Cousin, this is the person I told you about."

Thomas was a bit surprised, then asked, "Is this the guy from the Battle Club?"

"Yes." Oliver looked at Bruce's back and nodded slightly.

Thomas turned his head, first looking at Bruce, then at Combusken, who became a white blur and charged toward Houndoom, and he stayed silent for a while.

After a while, Oliver's voice broke the silence in his ears: "Cousin, are there many people with Senior-level Pokémon at the beginning of the school year?"

Upon hearing this, Thomas thought for a moment and then said quietly, "In my school, there are very few initial Pokémon. Most of the first-year students' Pokémon reach Senior level after the field military training."

"The situation at your school might be better, and the ratio should be about one-tenth."

Seeing that Oliver's face looked a bit gloomy, Thomas smiled and said reassuringly, "Cousin, don't be discouraged. Your Squirtle is about to evolve, and you can reach Senior level before the field military training."

"At that time, even though you're at the talented Metropolitan Capital University, you'll still be very competitive."

"Also, as far as I know, it's even difficult for the children of those important aristocratic families from the Metropolitan Capital to train a Pokémon to Senior level in just one month."

"Maybe this Combusken is different. It belongs to the type that exerts strength in the early stages and progresses quickly, but then slows down in the intermediate and later stages."

"We don't want to surpass everyone in the early stages or trample every genius. As long as we can make steady progress, we'll keep advancing."

"The future is what matters."

Thomas patted Oliver on the shoulder and spoke seriously.

After hearing Thomas's words, Oliver stayed silent for a while, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally nodded emphatically.

"Ah, now I understand!"

Upon hearing this, the corners of Thomas's mouth lifted, and he nodded, "It's good to understand. Now, let's watch this battle closely."

"Since both of them are first-year students, they might meet again in the near future."

At this moment, the battle between Combusken and Houndoom was in full swing.

"Wow!!"

With a deafening howl, Growl rang out. Countless Pokémon scattered like birds and beasts. Houndoom opened its fierce mouth, two cold fangs covered in crackling electricity, and bit directly at Combusken.

"Break bricks!" Bruce said calmly.

"Charlo!!"

Combusken remained silent in place, staring fixedly at the Houndoom that suddenly attacked. At the same time, its palms turned into hand blades, and in an instant, they burst into dazzling white light!

In the next second, Combusken leapt to a position half a meter above the ground, dodging the Thunder Fang, and slashed with a blade in its hand!

"Roar!!"

The hand blade struck precisely between the two horns on Houndoom's head, like a giant axe carrying immense power, with a powerful force attached to it.

Houndoom whimpered in pain, its skull nearly cracked, and the pain from the top of its head spread throughout its body in the blink of an eye, causing it to stagger and fall to the ground.

"Charlo."

Combusken exhaled in relief as Houndoom finally collapsed, a satisfied smile on its face.

This Houndoom was at the same Senior level as Combusken, so the two Pokémon fought back and forth for several rounds before falling.

"Yes!"

Emolga, resting in Bruce's arms, stared blankly at Combusken's back. Its mind was filled with the scene of the battle Combusken had just fought, and little stars gradually appeared in its eyes.

"Little brat, don't do that next time." Bruce looked at Emolga in his arms and smiled gently.

"Compared to your own life, the energy cube isn't important at all," he added.

"Yeshhhh!" Emolga's dark eyes turned white, and its cheeks blushed slightly.

"Charlo."

At that moment, Combusken suddenly turned and looked at a tall tree, its eyes serious and its face full of vigilance.

"Huh?"

Seeing Combusken's reaction, Bruce also turned around and looked. At the same time, he held Emolga with his left hand and touched the Poké Ball on his waist with his right hand.

"We don't want to harm anyone."

Two figures, one tall and the other shorter, stepped out from behind the trees. The tall and burly man was smiling, while the slender young man beside him had a strange expression on his face.

"Is that you, Oliver?" Bruce's eyes gleamed, and he recognized the identity of the boy.

It was the experience from the Battle Club event back then.

This is the advantage of having Pokémon by your side at all times: you can find hidden humans or Pokémon in the darkness and respond in time.

The sense of smell, hearing, and detection of Pokémon are far superior to humans.

Upon hearing Bruce call his name, Oliver's expression changed rapidly, and he finally nodded. "It's me, my classmate Bruce."

Seeing this, Thomas chuckled, crossed his arms, and said, "Let me explain the situation."

"In short, this is a fateful encounter. I brought my cousin to Green Forest to practice. We heard a lot of noise around here, so we came to check it out."

He looked at Bruce and continued, "I didn't expect to run into someone you know. Considering I couldn't disturb the battle at this moment, I didn't make any noise behind the tree."

After saying this, Thomas secretly sighed to himself, thinking about how cautious this person was.

Eyes full of vigilance, touching the right hand to the waist, and observing without leaving a trace.

Compared to the foolish cousin beside him, he didn't seem like an equal.

"That's right." After listening to Thomas's explanation, Bruce suddenly nodded and hugged Emolga again with his right hand.

"Yes?"

Emolga opened its eyes wide, looking curiously at the two people in front of it.

Oliver silently observed Bruce and couldn't help but think about that day's match and Squirtle, who had been repeatedly defeated and had to resist the battle.

He had always thought that he should defeat Bruce next time, but when he saw the older Combusken, he realized how vast the gap was between him and Bruce.

After Thomas's explanation, Oliver had already figured out a lot, but when he looked into those calm black eyes, he realized he still couldn't let go.

Yes, teenagers always do that.

But for now, he didn't have the courage to challenge Bruce.

Suddenly, Thomas burst out laughing and said, "Since the misunderstanding is cleared up, we won't bother you anymore. I wish you a safe journey."

"I wish you a safe journey as well," Bruce replied with a smile.

As the two figures gradually walked away, Bruce murmured softly, "No wonder I always felt that back was so familiar when I came in."

Thomas and Oliver left the place, and then Thomas said, "In nature, you must always be alert. Unless you're dealing with close acquaintances or special circumstances, you must keep a safe distance."

"I know," Oliver nodded silently.

Seeing that Oliver's expression wasn't very good, Thomas rubbed his head and laughed heartily, "What? You still haven't figured it out?"

Oliver remained silent.

Thomas couldn't help but laugh and then said, "I just observed carefully, and Bruce's identity is not simple."

Oliver raised his gaze, his eyes shining with doubt.

Thomas said slowly, "The clothes and pants he wears, even the shoes and backpack, are all high-end outdoor gear, only available at the outdoor activity store in the city center."

"We passed by there when we were buying supplies. You should know that store."

Upon hearing this, Oliver nodded. Everything in that store was expensive, and Bruce was wearing a full set of gear.

"That person must be rich or noble, and there's a high probability he comes from an aristocratic family."

"They come from wealthy families, they don't lack resources, and they don't lack training. It's much easier and simpler for them to raise Pokémon than it is for us."

"Therefore, it's normal to not compare at the early stage."

"Children from aristocratic families always have a natural advantage in the early stages."

Thomas patted Oliver on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Our advantage lies in the intermediate and later stages."

"Don't be discouraged, the key is hard work."

After drinking a bowl of thick chicken soup, Oliver revived. He couldn't wait to improve Squirtle's strength and catch up to the Senior kids as soon as possible.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let's find a suitable place to camp nearby." Thomas looked at the sky and said.

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To be Continued

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