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  Thursday, July 16th.

  Thanks to the existies, the progress on Pnts vs. Zombies was moving swiftly, and a demo could be ready before the weekend.

  Kazuya's hairline had receded awo timeters, a sight that would bring tears to anyone's eyes, but it didn’t matter anymore.

  As long as you stayed up te enough, there was no room left for sorrow!

  Eevee stomped across Natsume's face with its usual carefree attitude. Though its soft, plush paws were fortable, being woken up like this wasly ideal.

  Natsume scratched his head and reassured the two eagerly waiting Pokémon, "Alright, alright, I’ll make breakfast right away!"

  “Haunter! (*≧▽≦)”

  “Eevee! (▼ヘ▼#)”

  Natsume opehe fridge and, under Haunter’s resentful gaze, shamelessly stole a oomoo Milk.

  He took a sip while scrolling through his feed.

  The Master League was set to kick off in Tokyo this Saturday, and the group chat was buzzing with discussions about it.

  Gold: “Has the bracket been released? Is there anyone I actually beat?”

  Green: “Unfortunately… probably not. The Red er is Lance from the Kanto League. You’ve experienced his strength firsthand.”

  Yellow: “Mr. Lance is from Viridian Forest too. He’s such a nice person! (?▽?)”

  Gold shuddered, recalling the twonair that excelled at weather manipution. He gritted his teeth and asked, “What about the Blue er? I should at least have a 10% ce of winning, right?”

  Whitney: “The Blue er is Miss thia. You’ve got no hell!”

  Brock, however, spoke with a serious toheoretically, a 10% ce does exist.”

  Red: “Gold’s strength has improved quite a bit… 10% might be a bit low, but it’s irely impossible!”

  Blue Oak: “True.”

  Gold was in tears.

  “Are you guys really trying to cheer me up?”

  “Thanks a lot!”

  Closing the chat interfaatsume scratched his head.

  “thia’s ing to Tokyo for the match?”

  “No wonder she hasn’t been gaming tely,” Natsume muttered, feeling a bit disappointed.

  Losing that extra ine was like adding salt to an already struggling household!

  But thia was, after all, a true Champion-level trainer.

  Going to the match to broaden his horizons wouldn’t be a bad idea.

  “Buzz—”

  The ph at that moment, and Natsume answered.

  “Hello, who’s calling?”

  “Natsume, I apologize for calling so early. I was w if you’re free this Friday.”

  “Professor Rowan?”

  Natsume was surprised. “What’s the matter?”

  “Last time, you mentioned something about Eevee’s Anticipation. Are the symptoms still present?”

  Natsume paused for a moment, then turo look at Eevee.

  Haunter was so hungry it had no energy left, slumped against the wall, while Eevee was busy pying with its Substitute…

  g!

  The newly bought eeacup fell with a loud crash. Eevee blinked, gng sneakily at Natsume.

  “Eevee! Σ(っ°Д°;)っ”

  Log eyes with Natsume, Eevee looked like it had been caught red-handed. It awkwardly turned auffed out its cheeks, and angrily swatted at the fallen teacup…

  Natsume’s eyebrow twitched, and he cleared his throat. “Professor Rowan, um… I think the symptoms are still there…”

  “Don’t worry too much. It’s probably a normal rea.”

  Professor Rowan tinued, “My assistant will be visiting Touran this Friday. She’ll e by to diag.”

  “That’s great,” Natsume said cheerfully.

  “Do you need me to pick her up?”

  “That’s actually why I called,” Professor Rowan replied with a chuckle.

  “She’ll be arriving at Tokyo Airport on Friday m.”

  “I’m worried she might get lost trying to find your pce. It would be great if you could meet her.”

  “No problem! What’s your assistant’s name? I’ll make a sign for her.”

  “No need for a sign. You’ll reize her right away. You’ve met her before.”

  Professor Rowan added, “She’s the Champion of the Sinnion, thia.”

  “No problem!”

  Natsume agreed without hesitation, but then his brain froze.

  Wait, what?

  Are we talking about the same thia here?

  The stunningly beautiful, incredibly talented thia who’s ing to Tokyo for the match this weekend?!

  “Thank you for your help!”

  Before Natsume could fully process it, the ever-effit Professor Rowan had already hung up.

  Natsume stood there for a moment, then absentmindedly took another sip of the Moomoo Milk… except he fot to open his mouth.

  Haunter, feeling sorry for the wasted milk, floated underh Natsume and opes mouth wide to catch the dripping milk.

  “Hmm… this makes sense.”

  After a long pause, Natsume o himself.

  “She’s ing to diagnose Eevee, so it’s only right that I go pick her up…”

  “Eevee!” Eevee was now scratg the wall in hunger.

  Haunter, still staring longingly at the Moomoo Milk in Natsume’s hand, was on the verge of tears.

  If you’re not going to drink it, give it to me!

  Who drinks bottled milk without opening their mouth?!

  “Just a sed… just a sed!”

  Natsume snapped out of it and was about to start making breakfast when his phone vibrated again.

  “Darn it, ’t I catch a break this m?!”

  Natsume angrily picked up his phone, only for his eyelids to twitch.

  [Cabbage Ice Cream: you talk?]

  [Natsume-sensei: Yes…]

  Small, weak, and helpless.

  A moment ter, thia’s call came through.

  Natsume answered, and that familiar, magic voice filled his ears.

  “I’ll be arriving in Tokyo on Friday m. If it’s not too much trouble, could you meet me at the airport?”

  “I…”

  “It’s fine.”

  Hearing Natsume’s hesitation, thia paused for a moment.

  “It was a bit sudden of me. We arrange a game aime.”

  “Wait!”

  Just as thia was about to hang up, Natsume shouted.

  “I’m free! Totally free!”

  Perhaps realizing her request might have been a bit forward, thia carefully sidered her words.

  “I’m not very familiar with Tokyo…”

  “You’re the only friend I have iouran Region.”

  “I know.”

  “So, will you pick me up tomorrow?”

  “Of course! I’d be a Growlithe if I didn’t!”

  A faint smile spread across thia’s face.

  Her slightly husky voice, carried by the currents across the strait, made her tone even more magic.

  Natsume could hear thia’s breathing.

  The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

  thia said, “See you then.”

  Natsume replied, “See you tomorrow.”

  …

  After hanging up, Natsume let out a long sigh.

  He clutched his chest and muttered, “Why is my heart beating so fast?”

  “It’s just meeting an online friend…”

  “It’s not like she’s going to stay over, right?”

  Natsume had undergorous professional training.

  This little situation was nothing, and he quickly calmed down.

  However, there was ohing that bothered him…

  “What identity should I use wheing her?”

  Natsume’s expression turrange.

  “A gaming buddy? A researcher’s junior? Just an ordinary student from Tokyo Metropolitan Uy?”

  In the end, Natsume decided to py it by ear.

  There was o lie. thia would see right through him, and Natsume had never hidden anything from her anyway.

  He just o pick her up and take her to her hotel.

  So, in the end, thia’s only purpose…

  Was to help diagnose Eevee’s potential issues.

  Natsume paused. “Wait, so thia’s just a tool?”

  “Haunter! ?(;′Д｀?)”

  Haunter was now so hungry it was turning pale.

  Eevee silently chewed on a napkin, tears in its eyes.

  Natsume scratched his head helplessly.

  “Alright, alright, I’m ing!”