Chapter 198: Cynthia: I Need to Plan Properly

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Cynthia: I Need to Plan Properly

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After seeing Cynthia off, Julian returned to the laboratory’s back garden.

Primeape had eaten and was now sitting cross-legged on the ground in meditation.

Master Enji’s meditation technique had proven surprisingly useful for sharpening Primeape’s focus.

Recently, Primeape had finally started to get the hang of it. He could sit still for longer, keep his breathing steady, and hold his temper just enough to feel the changes inside his body.

A calmer mind would not let him control his soul directly, but it made his Rage Fist training far smoother. The clearer his focus became, the easier it was to sense the difference between ordinary anger and the deeper, ghostly rage that powered the move.

With enough focus, Primeape could sense the differences between the new and original versions of Rage Fist in greater detail.

Professor Rowan was also nearby, calculating the data he had just collected from Primeape using the new Rage Fist. He was trying to optimise it and create a second version.

After resting for less than an hour, Primeape felt that his body had completely recovered.

He stood up, preparing for the second training session.

Professor Rowan said, "This time, let’s test the battle effect of the Rage Fist I created. Julian, shall we use one of the Pokémon from Professor Rowan’s laboratory, or your Pokémon?"

Julian released Hakamo-o.

"These two are old rivals. Let Hakamo-o act as Primeape’s sparring partner."

Primeape and Hakamo-o were old opponents. After Professor Rowan said they could begin, the two Pokémon instantly clashed.

Within just ten exchanges, Primeape had already thrown the sixth punch of the new Rage Fist.

Hakamo-o’s expression was serious.

Next would be Primeape’s seventh punch.

Hakamo-o danced his dragon body, purple energy flowing around him.

Hakamo-o’s use of Dragon Dance had become increasingly smooth.

He could always complete one Dragon Dance boost almost without anyone noticing.

Primeape clenched his fist and used the seventh punch of the new Rage Fist.

He felt his soul being pulled, but the force of that pull was far too weak.

As a result, the Rage Fist he threw felt somewhat limp.

He was knocked flying by Hakamo-o’s brute strength.

Primeape climbed back up.

He condensed Rage Fist again and threw the eighth punch at Hakamo-o.

But the fist still was not strong enough.

Hakamo-o stood in place, activated Iron Defense, and forcefully received Primeape’s punch.

Julian nodded.

Hakamo-o’s potential was being continuously developed.

His powerful muscles granted Hakamo-o exceptional strength and defence.

If Rage Fist was a mechanism, then Hakamo-o was steadily marching down the path of becoming a stat monster.

Julian called a stop to the battle and summoned Primeape in front of him.

"How did it feel when you threw the eighth punch just now?"

Primeape explained his feelings.

Simply put, the version Professor Rowan had created was decent for daily training.

But in battle, Rage Fist’s effect of pulling Primeape’s soul and bringing about a massive increase had been completely stripped away!

It could be said that it had lost the soul of Rage Fist.

Relying on this version of Rage Fist to evolve would be very difficult.

Professor Rowan rubbed his chin.

"This problem does exist. I was only thinking about safety, and forgot that Annihilape should be a Pokémon with a fighting spirit that risks everything."

"Next, Julian, you arrange Primeape’s training as you see fit. I’ll go back and continue researching. I’ll try to produce the second version as soon as possible."

Professor Rowan returned to the laboratory.

Julian took the chance to stroll around the back garden.

The laboratory’s back garden was very large, and many Berries were planted there.

The presence of these Berries reduced the pressure on Yuzo and the others when caring for the Pokémon in the back garden.

This adventure in the Great Crater of Paldea had brought Julian’s Pokémon tremendous growth.

But it had also exposed some issues.

Yuzo stayed behind to tidy the instruments. Looking at the Hakamo-o data that had also been scanned by the instruments, he raised an eyebrow.

"When you came last time, your Hakamo-o had only just evolved. How long has it been? Hakamo-o’s data has already increased to this extent."

"Julian, your Hakamo-o wouldn’t be close to evolving, would he?"

Julian stroked Hakamo-o’s dragon scales and smiled.

"Hakamo-o really is hardworking, but I can’t say when he’ll evolve."

"If we keep training like this, I believe Hakamo-o’s evolution will naturally come when the time is right."

Those Kommo-o living in Alola who naturally evolved there...

Julian felt there was a high chance none of them would be a match for his Hakamo-o.

The Alola region was indeed rich and nurtured many excellent Pokémon.

But precisely because the environment was so good, the famously combative Kommo-o performed rather poorly in Alola.

There was a faint trend of them becoming roadside nuisances.

Julian still had some impression of it. In a certain cave in Alola, large numbers of Jangmo-o lived there.

At the time, the impression it gave Julian was really not much different from a large group of Pikachu gathering together.

Julian also had a feeling.

Perhaps Hakamo-o’s chance to evolve really lay in Hakamo-o’s homeland.

This trip to the Great Crater of Paldea had made Julian truly feel how great an influence environment could have on a Pokémon’s growth.

The dinner at Professor Rowan’s laboratory was personally handled by Julian, and he used only the specialty ingredients he had brought back from Paldea.

The researchers ate enthusiastically. Even Professor Rowan said, "If Julian cooked for us every day, I feel like we’d get quite a bit more inspiration for Pokémon research."

Julian smiled.

"Since you like it, Professor, I’ll come to the laboratory and cook for everyone when I have time."

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Meanwhile, things were miserable on Cynthia’s side.

When she had just returned to the History Research Institute, what greeted Cynthia was not her grandmothers warm embrace.

Instead she opened with, "Why are you alone? Where’s your boyfriend? Where’s my great-grandchild?"

Cynthia flicked her long golden hair.

"Grandmother, what are you saying? We’re just friends!"

"And... what great-grandchild? What kind of thing is that to say?"

Professor Carolina looked at her coldly.

"You’re still pretending in front of me? Everyone says the Great Crater of Paldea is extremely dangerous, and the two of you went adventuring in it together."

"I don’t believe the two of you made no progress at all."

Cynthia twisted her fingers through her hair.

How should she say this? It was not that there had been no progress.

After all, Julian was planning to confess to Cassia.

"Grandmother, you said it was dangerous. Don’t you care whether I was injured?"

Professor Carolina rolled her eyes.

"Since you were young, how many dangerous places have you gone to without listening to me? Didn’t you always return safely?"

"Now you’ve gone to Paldea, and you’re pretending in front of me?"

The Great Crater of Paldea was dangerous to ordinary Trainers.

But who was her granddaughter, Cynthia?

A peerless genius!

Even if Cynthia encountered difficulties, they would not become obstacles to her.

They would only become motivation pushing her forward.

"I’m not talking to you anymore. I’m going back to my room!"

Cynthia rushed into her room.

Julian had asked Cynthia to help persuade Cassia, and Cynthia, in other words, herself, had agreed.

She needed to think about how Cynthia would persuade Cassia.

And after being persuaded, what attitude and explanation should Cassia use when facing Julian’s phone call?

There had to be a complete storyline, otherwise her Cassia identity might be exposed.

So she had to plan properly how to deal with Julian’s confession.

Directly agree to Julian’s invitation and confession?

Cynthia quickly shook her head.

No! No!

She always felt that agreeing to Julian’s confession as Cassia was not a good idea.

Make an excuse that she was busy and could not go?

Or...

Run away with an excuse halfway through the date?

Wouldn’t that be exactly the same as before the persuasion?

Cynthia bitterly scratched her hair.

She had to choose some middle ground.

Was she supposed to take the initiative or refuse?

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