(A/N: We've hit 5K collections!!! Huge thanks to all of you for the support and comnts, I know I've been a bit less active in replies lately, but I see and appreciate every one of you. Enjoy this bonus Chapter, and stay tuned, more are on the way soon! :)
John scrolled through his phone, his brow raising as he read Saul's latest post.
"Individual value analysis done by students for my Eevee. I couldn't make sense of it, but I was shocked."
Attached was a detailed breakdown of Eevee's stats. The comnt section was already ablaze.
EeveelutionAddict: "Saul's ignorance is serious, hahaha."
PsychicWannabe: "Psychic individual value? I need that kind of Psychic!"
ShinyHunter99: "Another day, another reason to envy Psychics."
PokéProfessorWannabe: "Wait, is individual value even recognized?"
BreedingMaster420: "So basically, only John's breeding house is reliable?"
John smirked. He was on his way to Justin's Gym when he saw the post. Just a mont ago, his teacher had asked him to evaluate Eevee's individual values and explain how he did it. The best excuse? Psychic powers.
In a world where Psychic abilities were commonplace, Saul had no choice but to accept this explanation. Being able to assess a Pokemon's potential with a re glance was unheard of. Even the best breeders, those who had spent decades refining their craft, could only make educated guesses about a Pokemon's strength. The precision of John's evaluations? That was sothing else entirely.
Saul Badman, a seasoned breeder himself, knew his students well. He recognized John's talent, but surpassing veterans with 40 to 50 years of experience? That was impossible, unless, of course, it was Psychic ability.
"Didn't expect one of my own to be a Psychic," Saul mused online.
John didn't mind taking credit for it. Psychics existed in all forms, from telekinesis to mind-reading. Seeing the future, bending space, or even manipulating energy—none of it was out of the realm of possibility. His so-called ability to discern individual values just beca another entry on that long list.
This post did more than settle a debate among breeders—it legitimized his discoveries. No longer would people question his ability to read a Pokemon's stats. Instead, they would marvel at his so-called gift. It also gave him an edge over competitors. No other breeder could replicate what he did, aning they had no choice but to acknowledge his monopoly on this niche.
John could already see the implications. His breeding house's next matchmaking event for Pokemon and trainers would be a full-blown spectacle. People would flock to him, desperate for his insight.
His thoughts were interrupted by an incoming call from Erald, his assistant.
"What's up?" John asked.
"Nothing wrong with the ranch, but I just got flooded with calls from breeders across the country. Hundreds of them want you to evaluate their Pokemon."
John chuckled. "Oh, now they're interested?"
Not long ago, these sa breeders had tried to suppress him, unwilling to accept his individual value theory. The breeding industry was cutthroat, and his rise threatened their control over the market. They had dismissed him, hoping he'd fade into obscurity.
But now that legends like the Caine and Saul had backed him, these sa skeptics suddenly wanted in.
"If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, huh?" John smirked. "Well, let 'em wait. We'll work with who we want, when we want."
John wasn't about to let them dictate the terms. His breeding house needed to establish itself further before he even considered partnerships. When the ti ca, he would make sure the deals favored him.
As he arrived at Justin's Gym, the familiar scent of fine liquor greeted him. Justin Sane lounged on his rocking chair, a jug of premium wine on the table beside him.
"You're finally here," Justin said, raising a brow. "Ti to pay up. Your Vigoroth and Sargle have been eating my food for a month."
"Sure, how much?" John asked, pulling out his wallet.
"I don't want money. Just a jug of your master's wine."
John imdiately shook his head. "No way. If my master's hiding it, you can bet it's sothing special. Even if I had so, I wouldn't hand it over."
Justin huffed. "Didn't you just ask for the price?"
"I ant actual money. You want wine? I can buy you so."
Justin scoffed. "Forget it. Just get your Pokemon and scram."
A mont later, John and his Pokemon were literally thrown out by a Slaking, landing outside alongside a massive stack of papers covered in Sargle's ink strokes.
Justin's voice rang out from inside. "Your Sargle's finally picked up so real technique. These sheets can cover a whole room and help with ditation!"
John dusted himself off and grinned at Sargle. "Looks like you actually got sothing out of this month."
Sargle puffed up proudly. "Sargle~!"
Recalling his Pokemon into their Pokeballs, John got into his car and headed to the Trainer Association's hotel. His flight was scheduled for five in the morning, and there was no way he was going to waste ti traveling from his school at that hour.
Settling into the driver's seat, he opened Vigoroth's stat panel on his Gaboy.
[Vigoroth (Normal-Type)]
[LV: 23]
[Ability: Vital Spirit (Prevents sleep, negates Rest.)]
[Individual Values: HP: 31, Attack: 31, Special Attack: 31, Defense: 31, Special Defense: 31, Speed: 31]
[Moves: Yawn, Uproar, Fury Swipes, Slash, Endure, Focus Energy, Encore, Force Palm, Focus Blast, Thunder, Blizzard, Flathrower, Protect, Quick Attack, ga Punch, Body Slam, Rock Smash, Cut, Solar Beam]
[Held Item: Assault Vest]
John's eyes flicked over the long list of moves. Among them, ga Punch and Body Slam stood out.
"Perfect. Ti to tailor its training."
With a strategy in mind, he started the engine.
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