Pokémon: Master of the Rain Team

Double-Edge increased by 1%.

Horn Attack increased by 3%.

Rest increased by 4%.

Tackle increased by 2%.

Only the tackle-type moves showed any improvement in proficiency. As expected of this big, dumb glutton—the move with the biggest gain was still Rest. What a joke...

But for this Rhyhorn, he didn’t need to overcomplicate things. Rhyhorn already had a broad move pool. All he had to do was cater to its preferences and help it master the moves it already knew.

Since this big guy liked to charge, his training focus would revolve around collision-based moves.

Rhyhorn’s training plan was divided into three phases.

In the morning: practice tackling moves. This type of training didn’t require much technique—just nonstop ramming. He only needed to teach Rhyhorn when to charge, and where to hit, to maximize power.

Morning was chosen because this guy got the itchiest after waking up. A good ram session made it easier for him to eat and then go back to sleep.

In the afternoon: train stomping tantrum- and trample-type moves, using its legs. Besides its sharp horn, Rhyhorn’s second offensive asset was its powerful limbs.

At night: more tackling. Since the big guy liked charging so much, he could ram all he wanted. It wouldn’t cause recoil, and it also allowed him to train both abilities at once—perfect.

Then there was meal time: breakfast, lunch, dinner. Rhyhorn had to use either Crunch, Thunder Fang, Ice Fang, or Fire Fang to eat.

That way, eating meals would also train biting moves—like eating rock-flavored popsicles or a spicy rock hotpot.

This was the training plan he’d designed based on Rhyhorn’s three offensive assets: its sharp horn, its strong limbs, and its rock-crushing teeth—all of which were Rhyhorn’s best weapons.

As long as these parts were used to their full potential, Rhyhorn wouldn’t be lacking at all. No need to seek far and wide.

Of course, this was just a temporary plan. After Rhyhorn evolved—walking upright, gaining arms, and a long tail—a new plan would be in order.

Once it became Rhyperior, it would need the thickest armor and be able to take the hardest hits—if anything could knock it down, he’d eat his hat.

Rhyhorn was his sturdiest meat shield—high attack, high defense, and Sturdy-like resilience. A heavily armored tank.

As for the roles of his three main Pokémon—

If Poliwhirl was a high-speed, high-attack assassin, and Krabby was a high-attack, high-defense warrior, then Rhyhorn was the tankiest of tanks. A damage-dealing armored juggernaut.

He wondered what these three would look like once they fully matured... and where he would be at that time. Just thinking about it was exciting.

After finalizing training plans for his main trio, he turned to the Pelipper soaking in the water. This guy would be the core of the team—and of the Rain Team. It would have to work harder than the rest.

Other Pokémon could summon rain, sure, but this one brought Rain just by entering battle. Unless the opponent was overwhelmingly strong, no one could outmatch its weather. So the focus would be on Rain Dish and Rain Dance.

[Pelipper]

Type: Water + Flying

Gender: Female

Potential: 69%

Level: 28.57%

Ability: Drizzle / 1.39%

Moves:

(Gust / 10.59%), (Roost / 14.01%), (Aqua Ring / 9.23%),

(Water Gun / 21.49%), (Quick Attack / 9.29%), (Wing Attack / 9.58%),

(Water Pulse / 4.87%), (Agility / 10.37%), (Rain Dance / 3.17%), (Tailwind / 4.11%)

Since evolving, Pelipper hadn’t had much training time.

First it had to tail Poliwhirl, then it flew him off the island—it simply had no time to train.

Its potential hadn’t changed, and its level had only increased by 2%.

Drizzle’s proficiency hadn’t improved either—still just 1%. No wonder it couldn’t summon any decent rain.

So the next training focus would be Drizzle and Rain Dance.

As for the rest:

Gust increased by 2%.

Roost increased by 5%—since it often carried him in flight, it needed recovery.

Water Gun increased by 2%.

Wing Attack increased by 2%.

Agility jumped by 9%, the highest gain, since it used the move frequently while traveling.

Tailwind rose by 3%.

That summed up Pelipper’s stat changes. He still saw it as primarily a support mon. First, it needed to max out Drizzle, Rain Dance, and Tailwind before anything else.

There was also a must-have move for Pelipper: U-turn.

As the core of the Rain Team, if it died the moment it hit the field, what’s the point of a Rain Team?

Pelipper had to support while also having reliable self-preservation and decent offensive capability.

That meant Pelipper’s workload was heavy. Making a support Pokémon into a fighter placed quite the burden on the Trainer.

Thankfully, his Pelipper had decent talent and potential. Once it learned Hurricane, pairing it with rain would let it shine brilliantly in battle.

After finalizing Pelipper’s training plan, he looked toward Butterfree, who was lazily basking in the sun while sipping honey water.

Ever since leaving the deserted island, he hadn’t asked much of Butterfree. Its mission was already complete. They didn’t need survival skills anymore—no need to push it so hard.

He was very grateful for Butterfree’s help back then. Since it had chosen to follow him, he would make sure it wanted for nothing for the rest of its life. Consider it repayment.

[Butterfree]

Type: Bug + Flying

Gender: Female

Potential: 69.96%

Level: 25.56%

Ability: Compound Eyes / 15.21%

Hidden Ability: Tinted Lens / 3.21%

Moves Mastered:

(Confusion / 18.14%), (String Shot / 13.15%), (Gust / 8.13%), (Bug Bite / 3.29%),

(Supersonic / 2.11%), (Poison Powder / 6.13%), (Stun Spore / 15.52%),

(Sleep Powder / 15.35%), (Psybeam / 2.11%), (Electroweb / 5.34%)

Butterfree had reached level 25. Ever since Poliwhirl went off to train, Butterfree had been slacking, so its level hadn’t risen much.

Compound Eyes increased by 5%, and Tinted Lens by 3%.

Confusion rose by 4%—it used it so often it had become second nature, rarely using its wings anymore.

String Shot went up by 3%.

Gust by 2%.

Bug Bite by 2%, mostly from eating Berries and snacks.

Poison Powder went up by 1%.

Stun Spore and Sleep Powder each rose by 3% from frequent use.

Electroweb rose by 2%, often being paired with String Shot.

That summarized Butterfree’s stat changes. Its growth was slow, but he wasn’t going to let it slack completely.

Even if its duties were light, it still needed to participate in training.

Butterfree’s plan remained the same: focus on Confusion until its potential capped out.

Slowpoke would follow the same plan. With two Pokémon using Confusion, they could discuss techniques together.

As for Spinarak—though he didn’t plan on catching it, since it was tagging along, it had to train too.

All Pokémon except Farfetch’d, Magikarp, and Wishiwashi would undergo training—the only difference being intensity.

Spinarak’s training didn’t need much effort. He just wanted it to work on move accuracy, especially for Poison Sting and combos like String Shot + Electroweb.

Unlike Slowpoke, which required an evolution item like King’s Rock or a Shellder for Slowking…

He actually preferred Slowbro over Slowking.

If he wanted to raise Slowpoke as a main battler, he’d need a near-Elite-tier Shellder to boost Slowpoke’s low potential via fusion evolution.

Otherwise, if it was just a pet, the evolution didn’t really matter—it wouldn’t be used in battle anyway.

He’d decide later. No rush.

Looking at things now, he didn’t have many Pokémon ready for professional battles—basically just Politwhirl.

Krabby was borderline, and Rhyhorn wasn’t complete. The rest weren’t worth mentioning.

They’d do fine in amateur matches, but against professionals, they’d just get crushed. That’s the difference between pros and hobbyists.

Just like in his past life’s games, he knew well the gap between a pro player and a casual one.

”Don’t challenge someone’s profession with your hobby.” That line wasn’t a joke—it captured the reality perfectly.

With the Pokémon training plans done, it was time to make one for himself.

Daily running and physical training were a must. Then came study.

He needed to learn basic Pokémon breeding knowledge—at least for Water-types—and maybe give his Pokémon massages.

That way he wouldn’t need to hire breeders, and it could even pave the way for publishing groundbreaking discoveries someday.

But that was for when he was stronger. Only powerful Trainers could speak and be heard.

If a random kid discovered the Fairy Type, people would laugh and move on.

If a Champion did, everyone would take notes, do research, and verify it.

That’s the power of reputation—and it didn’t stop there...

Should a powerful Trainer learn how to make Pokéblocks or other energy food?

He didn’t think it was worth it. Once you knew how factory-made blocks were created, you’d never want to hand-make them again.

They were industrially mass-produced... and you’re still hand-crafting?

Seriously?

Know what industrialization is?

It steamrolled agrarian society—and automation leveled it up even more.

Yet some folks still want to hand-make Pokéblocks?

Their heads must be swollen from too many hits.

Even if you started your own workshop, you’d never beat the big factories. You’d get crushed.

It’s better to wait for scientists to invent compact Pokéblock makers. Just set the parameters, toss in the Berries, and boom—done.

Isn’t that way better than hand-mixing everything?

We’re in an industrial age! Berries go in one side, Pokéblocks come out the other.

Why sweat like a caveman? What’s the point?

Someone’s bound to say, ”But hand-made blocks have soul.”

...Uh, what? Who’s eating souls now?

Dude, that’s messed up. You’re worse than Ghost-types. Trying to devour people’s souls? Calm down.

Anyway, that’s not his thing. He only wanted the body, not the soul.

He was perfectly happy with factory-made blocks. No way he’d be dumb enough to make them himself.

Just like in his past life—remember that silly blue planet? Every country got forced into industrialization. The pain of being crushed by industry? Still fresh.

So no, he wasn’t hand-making Pokéblocks. He’d just buy a compact maker and produce as many as he wanted.

The real cost would be in the Berries and formulas.

Same with Poké Balls. They’re mass-produced on factory lines. These consumables were made in bulk.

But if they’re made in bulk, why are they still expensive?

Because this was an island city—just think about how expensive watermelons were in Japan.

And if too many are made, prices drop. That’s what capitalists don’t want to see. If you get it, you get it.

As for compact machines? Don’t worry.

There’s always Team Rocket.

When it comes to breaking monopolies, villain teams are humanity’s greatest hope.

”If the League won’t let me do business, I’ll flip the table!”

That’s how Team Rocket became a cross-regional, publicly listed company. Without that unbreakable will…

Ahem. Actually, if the League acted like decent people, Team Rocket wouldn’t have gotten this far. Dreams alone wouldn’t cut it.

For now, his job was simple: make money, get stronger, repeat.

When your power reaches a certain level, even things you don’t want get delivered to your door.

And things you do want? Just raise a hand or say the word, and they’ll arrive gift-wrapped. That’s true power.

Pokéblocks. Rare Pokémon. Valuable resources. All within arm’s reach.

That’s why people go crazy for money, power, and status—they’re not just chasing dreams. They’re chasing that ease.

Every time he thought about it, he wanted a cigarette to calm down.

That’s also why Trainers end up in so many conflicts. Just thinking about being dragged into it gave him a headache.

But there’s no avoiding it.

No point overthinking. One step at a time.

He got up, ready to call his Pokémon over and hand out training plans one by one.

(End of Chapter)

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