Bellsprout had finally learned another move, and Icarus was naturally delighted.
To help it fully master the move as soon as possible, he continued having Bellsprout practice repeatedly to increase its proficiency.
It learned Poison Powder very quickly. After all, it was fundamentally similar to Sleep Powder, with only a difference in energy properties.
By the evening, after dinner, Bellsprout could already release Poison Powder with solid proficiency.
Originally, at this time of night, Icarus had planned to begin training Stun Spore. Since the more toxic Poison Powder had already been mastered, Stun Spore, which simply emphasized paralysis instead of poison, should not have been difficult for Bellsprout.
However, unexpected news interrupted his plan.
Uncle Sam informed him that after hunting throughout last night and today, the guards had cleared out almost all the Flying-type Pokémon in the outer perimeter.
He told Icarus to come to his house and choose his reward.
Surprised, Icarus quickly took a shower to wash off the sweat from training.
Then he brought Bellsprout and headed to Uncle Sam's residence.
"I didn't expect it to be this fast… but it makes sense. Although the guard team isn't as strong as the Pioneer Team, they're still composed of experienced trainers. Dealing with a small group of newly hatched Flying-types would be easy for them."
Thinking about obtaining another Flying-type Pokémon soon, Icarus couldn't help but smile.
"Well… what should I choose? Spearow, Pidgey, or Zubat? I wonder if Uncle Sam will tell me their aptitude ratings. He has a Pokédex, so he must have already tested them."
He moved quickly through the dim streets, feeling slightly uneasy.
What if Uncle Sam had already set aside the Pokémon with better aptitude and left only the weaker ones for him?
After all, Uncle Sam valued him, but family and his own subordinates would naturally take priority.
If members of the guard team requested Pokémon, Uncle Sam would have to consider them as well.
Soon, Icarus left the darker streets and entered the brighter central district.
Streetlights illuminated his uncertain expression. The more he thought about it, the less confident he felt about getting a high-quality Pokémon.
"Spri spri?" Bellsprout looked at him worriedly and called out softly.
"Ha… what am I even worrying about?" Icarus said with a self-mocking smile. "I already have a well-qualified Bellsprout, and I still have three Pokémon whose aptitude hasn't been tested yet. Compared to most people, I'm already ahead."
"If Uncle Sam really leaves only a few mediocre options, then that just means the better ones were chosen first. In that case, I'll simply take the one with the highest market value."
"That way, I can always resell it and purchase a better Flying-type at the Pokémon Center."
Thinking this through, he relaxed slightly and continued toward his destination.
Soon, they arrived in front of a luxurious villa in the center of town.
"Ding-dong!"
"Hello. Please state your name," a pleasant female voice sounded from inside.
"Hi, I'm Icarus Aoki. Uncle Sam asked me to come."
The iron gate opened, and a young maid in uniform stepped out.
"Mr. Icarus, the master has informed us. Please follow me to the study."
"Thank you."
He followed her inside.
The villa's interior was lavish. Seeing this, Icarus couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"So this is the life of an Elite trainer… They've truly stepped into the upper tier of society."
He silently reminded himself that reaching the Elite rank was not just about strength—it meant status, wealth, and influence.
"Here we are, Mr. Icarus. The master is waiting inside."
"Thank you."
He stepped forward and knocked.
"Come in!" a deep voice called.
Icarus entered and closed the door behind him.
"Icarus, you arrived quickly. Couldn't wait, huh?" Uncle Sam laughed from behind his desk.
"Heh, Uncle Sam, you're teasing me. I am a bit eager. Having a Flying-type will make things much more convenient for me."
"Alright, no more small talk," Uncle Sam said, getting straight to the point. "You're the first to choose."
"I've already tested all their aptitude. The best is medium-tier good aptitude. The lowest is low-tier ordinary aptitude."
"A lot of people have asked me about these Flying-types. I can't favor anyone too openly."
He took out over forty Poké Balls from his space backpack and lined them up neatly on the desk.
"To keep it fair, everyone will choose blindly. Luck decides."
"You're first. Go ahead."
"Thank you, Uncle Sam."
Icarus stepped closer and examined the Poké Balls carefully.
"So many Zubat… I already have two. The lower limit of Zubat is too unstable. Even if I get an average one, it won't be much of a loss."
"Spearow or Pidgey?"
"Spearow has higher market value, so it's the most cost-effective choice. But I already own one. There are fifteen Pidgey here—the probability is higher."
He inspected the Poké Balls one by one, as if he might somehow sense a difference.
Uncle Sam remained silent, simply observing.
After a long while, Icarus finally picked up one Poké Ball.
"Uncle Sam, I've decided. I'll take this one."
"Very well. Take it and test the aptitude yourself later. That's the rule of blind selection. Whether it's good or bad depends entirely on your luck."
"Thank you, Uncle Sam."
After bowing respectfully, Icarus left the villa under the maid's guidance.
(End of Chapter 55)
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