"Alright, now let me go over the shortcomings in your current moves in detail.
First, Vine Whip. The sharpness and coverage of the vines aren't strong enough. Although your power is above the freshman level, the efficiency has dropped proportionally, so this definitely needs improvement.
Then there's the issue with the three powders. Your energy control still isn't precise enough, so you need repeated release practice. This kind of training will also greatly help you gain better control over the energy inside your body."
Icarus carefully explained every flaw he had recorded in his notebook. In truth, the most important issue was still energy control.
"Spri spri!"
Bellsprout patted its chest confidently, indicating that it was best at repetitive proficiency training.
"I'm very reassured when it comes to you. Just like before, your basic physical training stays the same. We'll adjust your move training to focus on these two points."
After saying that, Icarus closed the notebook.
"It's already past eight. Let's sleep early tonight and get up early tomorrow to start training."
"Spri~"
"Bobo~"
The two little ones nodded. They were indeed tired after today's intense testing.
"Good night, Bellsprout, Pidgey."
Icarus turned off the lights, and the three of them went to rest.
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The next morning, Icarus and the two Pokémon had already begun their morning jogging routine.
This time, instead of running a fixed three laps, they ran according to their individual conditions and stopped when they felt sore.
This self-monitoring method was adopted because their physical abilities were different.
Moreover, Bellsprout and Pidgey were both highly self-motivated, so Icarus felt at ease using this approach.
After running, eating breakfast, and resting for half an hour, Bellsprout began training on its own initiative.
"Spri spri~"
Crack! Crack!
In the open clearing, the vines lashed out side by side, striking a marked point twenty meters away.
"Pidgey?"
Pidgey tilted its head at Icarus, asking what about me?
"Haha, I'm about to take you there. Come on, let's go to Uncle Sam's house. Today happens to be his day off, so he should be home."
Icarus gestured for Pidgey to perch on his shoulder.
Just in case, he still made a phone call first. The number had been given to him by Uncle Sam when he went to collect payment last time.
Beep… beep… beep…
The cracked phone screen displayed the dialing interface.
"Maybe I should buy a better second-hand phone. It doesn't have to be new."
Looking at the spiderweb cracks across the screen, Icarus decided he would stop by a second-hand phone shop later. After all, he was officially stepping into the circle of trainers soon. It would be embarrassing to exchange numbers while pulling out a phone with a shattered screen.
"Hello! Huh— Who is it?"
A deep voice answered, slightly breathless.
"Could he be exercising?" Icarus wondered.
Then two softer female voices came faintly through the phone.
"…Who is it, Master…?"
"…Should we—"
Icarus instantly understood.
Of course, he couldn't say anything directly. Maintaining a good impression was important.
"Hello, Uncle Sam. This is Icarus. Sorry to disturb you so early. I wanted to ask for a small favor. Are you at home right now?"
"Huh—Icarus! It's fine. I'm here. You can come over."
The call ended.
"I'm so envious…" Icarus muttered inwardly. "But why is Uncle Sam so focused on enjoying life? Shouldn't a newly promoted trainer focus on training Pokémon and exploring further opportunities?"
As he walked toward the villa district with Pidgey, the image of the elegant maid from last time flashed through his mind, followed by the sturdy figure of Uncle Sam. Then that memory was replaced by the powerful presence of Arbok at the city gates.
A few days ago, a vice-captain of the guard team had sparred with Uncle Sam. Icarus had witnessed Arbok effortlessly defeating several high-ranking Pokémon. It was like an adult beating children. Clearly, Uncle Sam had held back.
"Forget it. Why am I overthinking this? Uncle Sam has at least 150 years of lifespan. Why am I, a rookie who just reached the Normal tier, worrying about elite-level matters?"
Standing before the villa, Icarus patted his head and rang the doorbell.
Ding dong.
"Hello, Mr. Icarus. The master said you may follow me to the living room."
A different maid led him inside.
"Hahaha! Icarus, what brings you here today?"
Captain Sam, dressed in loose pajamas, slouched on the sofa, clearly having just gotten up.
Icarus glanced around. Several unfamiliar maids stood nearby.
"So this is elite-level life…" he thought silently.
"Hahaha, you look stunned, kid. You're not even sixteen yet. If you become an elite trainer, you can live like this too."
Uncle Sam clearly noticed his reaction.
"Ahem, Uncle Sam, I don't know what you mean. I just think your house is very beautiful," Icarus replied with an awkward smile.
"It's alright. All men understand—oh wait, you're still just a boy. Maybe you don't," Uncle Sam teased.
Icarus kept his inner thoughts to himself.
"Ahem. Uncle Sam, let's get to the main point. I came today to ask you for a favor."
He spoke sincerely.
(End of Chapter)
(End of Chapter 75)
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