Conclusion of Field Military Training

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On August 19, the fourth day of field military training, the weather was good.

Bruce opened his sleepy eyes and woke from his dream. He was still sleeping in the cave from the previous day, where the original inhabitant, Seviper, had been kindly asked to leave. The tall Gogoat slept by his side, and Combusken slept with him in the tent.

After breakfast, Bruce checked today's ranking:

- Bruce Bayne: 5300 points, Rank 1

- Bin Dragneel: 2900 points, Rank 2

- Azalea Pércovich: 2750 points, Rank 3 

After defeating Ursaring yesterday, Bruce had taken down two more Professional-level Pokémon, and with today's survival points, his total had reached an impressive 5300. He had left Bin Dragneel, in second place, with an insurmountable gap.

Despite this, Bin was quite diligent, surpassing Azalea Pércovich once again to reclaim the second spot.

"These two are really something else," Bruce mused, finishing his breakfast before mounting Gogoat. "Today's mission is still to level up," he reminded himself, "and it's the last leveling day for Combusken. For the next three days, Metang will take over."

Throughout the past four days, Combusken had gained substantial experience and rewards. Bruce thought, "After such intense combat training, it's time for a proper break." Keeping a Pokémon's physical and mental well-being in mind was crucial for an excellent trainer.

Patting Gogoat's side, he called out, "Do you have any Pokémon you don't like or have some unresolved issues with? Today, we'll help you teach them a lesson."

"Ah~" Gogoat nodded decisively, recalling what it had seen throughout the previous day.

"Great, then lead the way," Bruce said with a grin.

"Ring!" Gogoat responded, trotting forward on its path of retribution.

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Outside the school's team building,

"Professor Rodríguez, sorry to trouble you again," said Liam, walking next to a calm, middle-aged man, with Jessica following close behind.

Professor Rodríguez laughed, waving his hand. "No trouble at all; it's my pleasure to train you all."

Liam smiled. "If we hadn't had your training these past years, our school's team wouldn't have performed nearly as well."

The professor shook his head. "Your accomplishments are due to your own hard work; I only provide minor guidance." He looked at Liam seriously. "As team captain, remember to act with caution—this year's competition is bound to be tougher."

Professor Rodríguez's eyes flashed with intensity. "Our school and Houston University have lost their previous dominance. Though we always make it to the top, without a championship, it doesn't mean much."

"Yes." Liam nodded heavily, understanding the gravity of the words.

"Focus on the University League," Professor Rodríguez said, patting Liam on the shoulder. "For the freshman exchange competition, just do your best."

The professor's face softened into a gentle smile as he asked, "How about this year's freshmen? Satisfied with their performance?"

Liam's expression shifted slightly as he nodded. "Very satisfied."

"That's good." The professor smiled. "The two students I mentioned should be doing well."

"They certainly are," Liam replied.

"Well, both have impressive backgrounds and are talented, hardworking, and high-scoring students. They're the stars of this freshman exchange competition."

The three of them walked into the team room, where a giant screen displayed the names, points, and rankings of the students, divided into ten sections. Seeing Professor Rodríguez, everyone stood to greet him.

"Professor, the live stream is ready," Rasmus reported.

"Thank you," Professor Rodríguez said, nodding, then turned to the screen with a smile. "Let's watch their performance together."

He first focused on the lower rankings, observing Oliver Dragneel in tenth place with 1350 points.

"He's from Fairbay City," Liam explained. "His parents are middle-class, and he started with a Squirtle, which recently evolved into a Wartortle and has just reached senior level."

"Not bad," Professor Rodríguez noted. "This type has both talent and hard work. With some resources, he could achieve great results."

Moving on, he commented on each student until he reached the top three rankings.

"Azalea Pércovich, with 2750 points, in third place."

Surprised, he murmured, "Azalea Pércovich is only in third place?"

Liam, anticipating his reaction, stayed silent.

"Who's ranked above them?" Professor Rodríguez wondered aloud as he scanned the second-place screen.

"Bin Dragneel, with 2900 points, is ranked second." Seeing this, the professor narrowed his eyes, surprised.

"How could it be? Bin and Azalea Pércovich are only in second and third place?"

"Who's in first?" Curiosity sparked, he turned to the first screen, and as expected, was stunned by what he saw.

After a pause, he spoke in a trembling tone, "Bruce Bayne, with 5300 points, holds first place."

"5300?"

Liam coughed and said, "As you can see, Professor, we have a terrifying genius in this freshman class. His Combusken is a Professional-level Pokémon, with immense combat power, strong enough to defeat the Ursaring in the secret realm."

"...?" Professor Rodríguez was speechless for a moment.

"Yes," Liam added, "and he's not from the Combat Department—he's a freshman in the Research Department."

Professor Rodríguez: "..."

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In the Secret Realm,

With Gogoat's help, Bruce located his first target of the day, a Professional-level Heracross. After several days of battles, Combusken had honed its combat skills and defeated Heracross with ease.

"Well done! Let's move to the next one!" Bruce patted Gogoat's back, satisfied. With a local Pokémon as a guide, hunting was much easier.

After a brief rest, Gogoat took Bruce to the next target. Today was Gogoat's day for revenge.

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Outside,

"You're saying Bruce is Jessica Jones's cousin and a freshman in the Research Department?" Professor Rodríguez took a seat, collecting himself.

"Yes," Liam confirmed.

"Jessica's cousin… I see," the professor's eyes gleamed thoughtfully.

"With him in the school team, this year's freshman exchange competition will be a success."

"I'll do my best," Liam replied solemnly.

"Pay close attention to his performance, and let me know if there are other strong candidates."

After a moment, the professor left. Jessica stared at Bruce's score in disbelief.

"It's hard to believe, right?" Liam smiled. "This freshman will surely set a record that'll be hard to break."

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On August 22, the last day of field training, Oliver found an exit from the Secret Realm. He opened his ranking:

- Oliver Dragneel: 2850 points, Rank 9 

It was a good result, and he was proud of standing out among so many talented freshmen.

Glancing at the top, he saw the top three scores:

- Bruce Bayne: 7800 points, Rank 1

- Bin Dragneel: 4800 points, Rank 2

- Azalea Pércovich: 4450 points, Rank 3 

Oliver put his phone away with a quiet acceptance of Bruce's staggering score.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar sound. Turning, he saw Gogoat approaching, carrying Bruce on its back.

Bruce waved and said, "I knew we'd meet again!"

"Congratulations on making the top ten," he smiled at Oliver, who replied, "Don't tease me; you're the real winner."

"Luck," Bruce said, smiling. They exchanged contact information, and Oliver left the Secret Realm.

Bruce turned to Gogoat, patting its head. "You've worked hard these past few days."

"Ah~~" Gogoat nodded, rubbing affectionately against him.

Leaving Gogoat, Bruce entered the exit portal. For him, these seven days in the Secret Realm were just a small episode in his path forward.

As he reappeared among the crowd, he heard Oliver calling him.

After reuniting, they returned their equipment and prepared to head back to school.

"Bruce," Nero whispered, "Your results are terrifying. Everyone was talking about you on the way here."

Bruce smiled, "I checked your ranking too, Nero. You're at 48, which is great!"

"Well," Nero grinned, "it's the highest among the Research students… after you."

Bruce chuckled. The training was over, but the path forward was just beginning.

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