Ms.Akabane
the boy implanted the microchips on each of his pokemon, before seeing their stats
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[Houndour - Level 11]
[Potential: high silver]
[Moves: Ember [E], Bite, Howl [E] , Fire fang [H][E] , Thunder fang [H][E]]
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[Bronzor - Level 9]
[Potential: Silver]
[Moves: Confusion [E] , Tackle, Confuse ray[E] , Payback
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[Beedril - Level 11]
[Potential: High silver]
[Moves: Poison sting [E], Harden, String shot, Twineedle]
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Pokemon moves were ranked as Experienced, Alpha, Master
the number of times of time to cast the move, the strength of it alongside other things is determined by the three representations
Bronzor was the weakest link of the team currently, but its main purpose is to be a meatshield, nothing more, nothing less. it can be a meatshield if anything goes wrong.
tomorrow the boy starts the academy.
although not particularly bright at all, the boy was quick to pick up things and seemed to have a good memory, although it was a normal thing to try to understand something first before it sticks in his mind.
slowly sliding the magazine into the gun, the boy fired a bullet at Bronzor and watch it easily deflect and nearly ricochet off it and hit him.
"Hmm."
although the gun was quiet, it wasn't enough to not draw at least the tiniest amount of attention.
slowly putting the pistol in his pistol, the boy was quickly stopped by Q, who had a glass of coffee
"I wouldn't go outside if I was you." Q took a long sip of coffee
"Why?"
"Well, A little birdie has told me that someone in the higher position had became attracted to your beedril." Q coldly stated, "And another birdie told me they are going to ambush you on the left Hallway." Q said, "A little birdie should have told you that forcing someone to a duel was perfectly fine." Q sipped his coffee, before walking to the large sofa and watching TV. it seemed that Cynthia was having an exhibit match with Flint of the Elite 4
The boy sighed, before going towards his bed and sitting down.
Zeke had left out that murder was legal here.
was he the one who wanted my Beedril?
the boy muttered to himself, before sighing.
laying down on the bed, the boy drifted into the dreamworld that was sleep.
waking up the next morning, the boy looked towards Q, who had his face inches from his.
Eli stared at Q, before saying "Seriously?"
"A little birdie told me that your safe to go to your class today," Q said
"Do you always talk like that?"
"A little birdie told me to tell you to fuck off," Q said, before lazing down on the sofa
The boy sighed.
he did some research last night.
Duels were the way Team Galatic solved problems with its members.
another member would challenge another member into a duel where the loser has to pay a hefty fine or give one of their pokemon, or in some cases, death.
the person needs to verbally agree to a challenge, but stronger forces like to force their oppression onto weaker members to get something out of them. that's why there are 3 gangs in the lower stages that stick up for eachover to makes sure they don't get opposed.
he also got a text message saying that the academy was the large building on the bottom of the large island.
slowly walking down the stairs and down the large hill that separated the island, the boy arrived at the high-tec building the nurtured its students to be the best killing machines one could hope for.
every team galactic member that had walked out of the building had been a successful killer or spy one could ask for.
Believe it or not, the team Galatic gave its members a large amount of freedom compared to the other evil teams. one could start their organisation, move on their own accord, do missions commissioned by private buyers, and that because the only true currency in team galactic is loyalty.
benefits like these honey-traps its members into wanting to stay due to the high amount of benefits.
of course, Eli is the same. however, he isn't an impressionable 14 year old as the rest of the people here. the moment his time expires, he won't look back.
however, for now, he needs to step back and lay low to not draw any unwanted attention
not saying he won't show his strength if time is, but he didn't want to play his cards blindly
slowly walking through the sliding doors, the boy quickly saw his classmates. 15 girls, 15 boys.
several gazes locked onto the boy. some hostile, some having a neutral stare and some others admiring his appearance.
indeed. his fathers and mothers beauty had both combined into his offspring.
but it was this face he hated the most.
quickly walking to his seat , the boy received his timetable for today.
while walking to the building , he was given a smart watch
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Period 1 - Espinoage and camoflauge
Period 2 - Fundamentals of Pokemon training and battling
Period 3 - Marksmanship training
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Although some people in here seem harmless, they had all just went through a brutal battle royale and are probably traumatized or extremely aggressive. It's either that or there brutal, just like him.
the boy sat on the back right row, facing the wall.
it seemed that there was no determined seating plan , so the boy quickly sat down and waited for his teacher to come.
soon after, kids flocked to their seats when they saw a woman that had uh... remarkable features and sat down.
"Im your homeroom teacher, Ms Akabane."
She had flamy hot red hair and blue eyes. her gaze, however, was no less of that of a Hawk.
"For the next 6 months, you will be training under the countless facilities this building posses. I'm here to measure and record your growth. nothing more, nothing less." She coldly muttered before she threw out a Pokeball, revealing a large Ghost
"I'll send the information to your Smartwatch."
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Misamagus - Level 43
silver potential
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"You see that? I could crush you now without a second thought."
Simplified information popped up on the hologram watch as the playful gazes of the teenagers in the room turned into that of horror.
"Every week, there will be a class tournament. if you achieve the last place, you will be fined and your monthly alliance will be cut."
The class nodded. this was to be expected
"Let the first-period class commence then." The teacher nodded.