The Crysticat's expression froze, and it put its sunglasses back on.
The boy who is oblivious to Crysticat discomfort, continued talking: "We'll be training a little bit harder from now on. We'll go to the training center and practice farting. As long as you learn Teleportation and get the quota for the National School Beast Tamer Competition, my allowance will be double."
"Crystal, my future is depends on you!"
"Crysticat."
...
Riley read for a while, then checked the forum again and suddenly noticed he had several private messages.
He opened them.
They were all from a user named "Snorlax777."
[ It's all your fault! What kind of crazy idea was that?! Now my Crysticat has run away from home! ]
[ I should never have trusted you! ]
[ I asked around, and there's no way to learn Teleportation through farting! ]
[ Just wait for me to report you! ]
What kind of person is this?