Chapter 3: Psychic

Hearing Aron's words, Lilian turned her head to look at him with a troubled expression, secretly thinking of how to persuade him to reconsider.

Recently, many confident high school seniors had tried challenging the Torchic, but every single one had failed.

In mild cases, they ended up bruised and swollen; in more severe cases, they suffered muscle and bone injuries.

Luckily, human bodies in this world were more resilient than in Aron's previous life, allowing for full recovery with just a few days' rest.

But then Lilian thought about it—Aron was a student from an aristocratic school, after all; perhaps he really had the means to defeat the Torchic.

Well, in any case, it was all voluntary. Even if Aron got hurt, she couldn't be blamed.

With this in mind, Lilian nodded and said, "Alright, Student Aron, just be careful."

Aron nodded in response, then walked slowly toward the Torchic.

At that moment, the boy who had been lying on the ground stood up. He dusted himself off, looked seriously at Aron, and said, "Be careful, this Torchic is fast."

"Alright," Aron replied with a slight nod, looking down at the petite Torchic in front of him.

The Torchic seemed to sense Aron's intentions and stood there quietly,as if wanting for him to make the first move.

Aron stared into the Torchic's black eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly his gaze sharpened, a blue light flashing in his eyes.

In an instant, an invisible wave of energy burst from Aron's body, causing the hem of his white clothes to sway as if caught in a breeze.

In the eyes of Lilian and the boy beside her, Aron appeared to be standing still, staring silently at the Torchic, making no visible moves.

But in the next second, the Torchic's eyes suddenly widened, and it began shaking its head frantically, pain etched across its face.

"Tor-chic!"

The Torchic cried out in pain, spreading its legs and running in circles, shaking its head constantly.

Lilian: "???"

The boy beside her stared, dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Aron blinked and exhaled slowly.

"Chic…"

After a long while, the Torchic let out a faint cry before collapsing on the ground, its eyes spinning in a daze.

"Not bad," Aron muttered quietly as he observed.

Yes, he had just used his Psychic ability to defeat the Torchic.

Psychic abilities, a rare trait from the Pokémon universe, were only granted to a small number of Trainers, who were considered blessed.

Aron, born into a Psychic family, had naturally inherited this ability, and according to his grandfather, his Psychic talent was on par with his own.

Aron's grandfather was a well-known Elite Trainer, a Psychic with unpredictable powers.

Although Aron had not formally trained his Psychic abilities, they were still quite powerful.

While not as extreme as Sabrina's abilities in the anime—such as Future Sight, Teleportation, strengthening Pokémon, or shrinking the human body—it was still enough for him to manipulate objects and use Psyshock effectively.

It was Psyshock that he had just used to take down the Torchic.

The technique felt like thousands of needles stabbing into the Torchic's brain all at once, causing it intense pain, leaving it unable to fight back.

Clearly, a Rookie-class Pokémon couldn't withstand Aron's Psyshock.

"What an amazing ability," Aron thought, realizing he should develop his Psychic skills further as his ultimate secret weapon.

With these thoughts passing through his mind, Aron turned to Lilian and asked calmly, "Can I capture it now?"

Lilian shook herself out of her daze and quickly replied, "Yes, of course."

Just then, the boy beside them looked at Aron with a burning intensity, clearly excited. He stared at Aron and said loudly, "Student, you're a Psychic, aren't you?"

Aron nodded in response.

In this world, Psychics weren't unheard of. There was even a place in Easton that specialized in training them.

Seeing Aron nod, Lilian's expression brightened, while the boy clenched his fists, speaking rapidly, "You must be a student at the Psychic Gym in South Riverland City…"

Before Aron could answer, the boy's gaze fell, and he began muttering excitedly, "So, it's true—you can actually become a Psychic… No, I want to be a Psychic too!"

Without another word, the boy took off running toward the exit.

His voice echoed in the air: "Student, when I become a Psychic, I'll definitely repay you!"

Hearing this, Aron's mouth twitched slightly.

What a hot-headed kid!

The Psychic Gym the boy mentioned was run by Aron's father...

With that, Aron took out a prepared Luxury Ball, pressed the button and throwed it at Torchic.

"Ding… Ding!"

The Luxury Ball shook briefly before falling still.

"Torchic, successfully captured."

Aron looked down at the Luxury Ball and muttered softly.

"Congratulations, Student Aron," Lilian said with a bright smile. "Now, you just need to visit the Pokémon Center to register, and then you'll be an official Trainer."

Aron held the Luxury Ball tightly, a slight smile on his face, and replied, "Alright."

Half an hour later…

At the Pokémon Center.

"Congratulations, your registration is complete. From now on, you are a Rookie Trainer."

Aron took his Trainer ID from the staff, feeling satisfied as he glanced at the handsome portrait on the ID.

"For future Advanced Trainer certification, please visit the Pokémon Association Center," the staff added.

"Understood." Aron nodded.

"This is your Pokémon. your Torchic is in great health." The staff handed over the Luxury Ball containing Torchic.

"Thank you," Aron said politely, taking the ball.

Walking to a quiet corner, Aron pressed the button on the Luxury Ball, and white light flashed as the Torchic appeared in front of him.

"Torchic."

The Torchic looked up, recalling their earlier encounter. It took a cautious half-step back, tensing up with wariness in its eyes.

Aron smiled, stretching out his hand gently. "Torchic, we're partners now. Let's look out for each other."

"Tor-chic..?"

The Torchic tilted its head, staring intently at Aron, studying his face.

After a moment, it cautiously stepped forward, watching him carefully as it rubbed its head against his outstretched hand.

"Let's look out for each other," Aron repeated, gently stroking Torchic's head.

"Chic~!"

This time, Torchic finally relaxed, nodding in acceptance.