Pokemon: Helping Pokemon Pays Off

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After enduring the ordeal, Hoshino finally stepped out of the police station. A mere 10,000-word reflection? It was no different from padding word counts in a novel—simple, with little challenge.

Out of habit, he glanced back at the station. For some reason, he had a nagging feeling he'd be visiting frequently in the future. Probably just his imagination...

"Cyclizar~"

Hearing his Cyclizar's call, Hoshino snapped out of his thoughts and smiled slightly. Next stop: the traffic bureau to secure his riding gear!

Switching his phone to panel mode, he quickly located the bureau. It was less than two kilometers away—pretty close. Since he didn't have the proper riding gear yet, he didn't dare ride Cyclizar openly, though walking alongside was fine.

Following the map, he soon arrived at the traffic bureau, passing several trainers riding their Pokémon along the way.

Surprisingly, the traffic law course wasn't as intense as he'd expected. No multi-day sessions like a driving school. Instead, he simply sat with Cyclizar and watched an hour-long loop of traffic regulations on a big screen. It was so dull they nearly dozed off...

"Trainers who've completed the course, please proceed to the eastern hall to select your riding gear for your Pokémon. Register afterward."

Hearing Officer Jenny's announcement, Hoshino perked up and headed to the hall with Cyclizar, hoping to find the perfect gear.

To his surprise, instead of shelves lined with gear like a supermarket, the hall featured sleek machines. Trainers could input their Pokémon's name and size, and the system would automatically generate custom gear on the spot.

"Pretty high-tech..."

He stopped Cyclizar from trying to bite the machine, then entered its details—name, height, weight—and waited.

Soon, he heard something drop from the machine. Curiously, he picked up a transparent Poké Ball. The screen provided instructions:

"Storage Ball: A specialized item designed to store riding gear, maintaining the aesthetic of a Poké Ball. Press the center button to deploy or retract the gear."

"Convenient."

Eager to test it, Hoshino pressed the button, and a set of handlebars and footrests appeared—resembling parts of a futuristic motorcycle.

Cyclizar's eyes lit up with excitement, clearly loving the gear.

"Hold on, let me figure this out first..."

After fiddling with it, he managed to strap the gear onto Cyclizar. Interestingly, it didn't include a seat—Cyclizar itself served that purpose. A seat would've only restricted its movement.

With the gear in place, Cyclizar now resembled a sleek, powerful bike. If Hoshino styled his hair into a pompadour, he'd exude peak biker vibes.

"How does it feel?"

"Cycli Cycli!"

Cyclizar wiggled happily, satisfied with everything except being unable to stand upright. It was ready to hit the road!

They returned to register the gear. The registration mainly linked the gear to Cyclizar as a unique license plate. If lost, it could be reported and replaced, but it couldn't be transferred to another Pokémon.

By the time they finished, it was already past 2 PM. Hoshino hadn't eaten, but thankfully, he had snacks left from Slowking. Time to head home, eat, and fix the door.

"Let's go home!"

"Moshi~"

Gripping the handlebars and resting his feet on the pedals, Hoshino felt an instant sense of mastery. This was the true activation of [Riding EX]! He felt unstoppable—like he could even duel with a new hairstyle.

Just as he was about to leave, Officer Jenny called out from behind:

"Wait! You forgot something!"

"Huh?"

She approached, holding something, and scolded him sternly:

"How can you ride without safety gear? It's as important as wearing a helmet while fishing! What did you even learn in that course?"

"You're asking me that...?"

"Here. Pokémon riding safety comes first!"

"Thanks..."

She handed him a black pair of goggles with an elastic strap—like a cheap freebie from a promotion. Definitely leftover stock.

"Couldn't you at least give me a helmet?"

The goggles could hang around his neck when not in use, reducing the risk of losing them.

This time, they truly headed home. With the proper gear, Hoshino could finally ride Cyclizar openly.

Along the way, Cyclizar kept trying to challenge other Pokémon riders to races, but Hoshino reined it in.

As the crowds thinned, the streets grew quiet—that meant they'd reached the drifter's district. Despite its daytime calm, it became lively at night.

"That feeling again..."

Hoshino sensed familiar gazes. According to Slowking, these were stray Pokémon guarding their territory against humans.

But Hoshino didn't care. He revved the throttle, and Cyclizar shot forward at full speed. A few Meowth and Rattata gave chase but couldn't keep up. Frustrated, they stomped and cursed before giving up.

Cyclizar finally stopped outside the izakaya. The door was shut—he didn't know if Slowking was inside, and he wasn't about to knock recklessly. What if Ceruledge was lurking behind the door…?

"That guy's gaze was terrifying. I was genuinely scared last night."

Thinking of Ceruledge gave him chills. He felt like it might still be watching, ready to ambush him at any moment.

Back upstairs, his poor door still leaned against the wall. After finishing the snacks as lunch, he had Cyclizar straighten the door as best as it could—good enough for now.

Then he settled into the living room, ready to revisit an idea from earlier:

How to help Pokémon while making money.

Survival came first. Without resources, he couldn't even help himself, let alone others.

There were plenty of troubled Pokémon in this district—potential clients. Friendship was great, but money was essential!

Offering unsolicited help often led to ungrateful responses. But if they sought him out and paid for help, the dynamic shifted entirely.

Of course, handling all sorts of weird requests required versatility and resilience. Not everyone could manage that.

"But there's a perfect job for this!" Hoshino's eyes lit up.

His current situation was ideal.

"A freelance agency—taking on any job!"

"Cyclizar~"