I'm Really Not a Pokémon

League Beginner Pokémon Breeding Center, deep in the forest outside of Pewter City.

Nobuo is the top administrator of this base.

He was walking out of his office and towards his jeep.

He would drive his beloved jeep around this base every day. On the one hand, he would observe the growth of the Pokémon, while on the other hand, he would also observe the work of the staff.

The welfare benefits here were quite good, and every staff member here could choose a Beginner Pokémon for their own child, or take it home themselves. But it was not allowed to be sold to the public.

And this rule caused all the positions at this base to be very sought after.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but let out a cold snort. He thought of the two staff members in Squirtle's cultivation area.

Sara1, a person whose family had little background, whose nurturing ability could only be described as not bad, and whose work ethic was very poor and perfunctory every day.

Nobuhide, a guy whose family has a good background in the League, has excellent cultivation skills, and has a very serious work attitude.

The contrast between the two was so great that one couldn't help but think of the gap between Altaria and Muk.

Thinking of the duo, he also decided on his first destination.

"Then let's check out the Squirtle district today. If I find this Sara fellow still slacking off there, I'll make sure to clean him up." Nobuo muttered these words, pondering whether he would be paid or penalized for working overtime, while he had already opened the door and got into the car.

The jeep puffed away into the distance.

And now Squirtle is in the cultivation area.

Sara, who was lying on a rock and sunbathing with four Squirtle and one Blastoise, was chatting with Nobuhide1, who was carefully recording the body data of dozens of Squirtle, Wartortle and Blastoise in the artificial lake.

"Nobuhide, it's such a nice day, take a break. This work will be done soon. You rest first, I'll work with you this afternoon." Sara spoke lazily, the warmth of the sun warming his body as if he was in a half-asleep state.

Nobuhide had a smile on his face that was as warm as the sun, his eyes observing Pokémon after Pokémon, his hand holding a pen as he kept scribbling on the form.

"No need for that Senior Sara. I can handle such a small amount of work by myself, there's no need to make senpai laborious. But Senior should be a little more careful about slacking off, I don't know when the base chief will come today."

Nobuhide's voice with a smile was very comfortable to listen to. Coupled with the work ethic of taking all the work in stride, Sara had a satisfied smile on her face.

"Don't worry, that old man has always liked Fire-type Pokémon the most, the Squirtle on our side is Water-type, he usually comes over last."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he heard the base chief's furious growl.

"Sara! You brat! Slacking off again!"

He looked up in panic, and the base chief had already stepped out of his jeep, rolling up his sleeves as he did so, his face filled with rage.

Sara got up hastily, a curt smile instantly plastered on his face.

"Ah, the base commander! I said why I feel in a particularly good mood today, so it's because you were the first to come to our Squirtle cultivation area today, Nobuhide, don't you rush to join me in welcoming our Base Chief!"

"Oh oh, okay, Senior Sara. good morning Mr. Nobuo!"

Nobuo sneered coldly at the winking Sara, then rebuked, "Now! Immediately go and organize Squirtle's feed and carefully count the quantity!"

"Okay, okay, I'll do it, don't worry." Sara answered with a winking smile, and then went towards the feed storage place on the other side.

This was a large-scale cultivation base, so naturally, it was impossible to feed every elf with Pokéblock, so this kind of low-compatibility version of feed often became the best choice.

Looking at Sara's departing figure, Nobuo couldn't help but snort once again. Then turning to Nobuhide with a smile, he said, "Nobuhide, hard work, any difficulties?"

Nobuhide smiled and replied, "No, not really Mr. Nobuo, I'm all right here, please don't worry."

"That's good then, work hard, don't learn from Sara that has no future." Nobuo patted Nobuhide's shoulder and said, "If you have any problems, just come to me and I'll try my best to solve them for you. And don't worry about the future, as long as you do a good job, I'll definitely promote you!"

Nobuhide was still smiling, "I believe you are a fair leader."

"Hahaha, that's for sure!" Nobuo once again vigorously patted Nobuhide's shoulder, then turned to leave with a big smile.

Nobuhide watched Nobuo's back as he left, the smile on his face unchanged, until the jeep completely disappeared from view, and the small ojeon on Nobuhide's face began to gradually tighten up, eventually revealing an expression of extreme indifference.

He collected the forms in his hands and then walked towards his office.

Nobuhide opened the door to his office, where a middle-aged man with a box at his feet, dressed in black with a narrow centipede-shaped scar on his face, was standing. Seeing Nobuhide enter, the man hung his head and respectfully said, "Boss!"

Nobuhide waved his hand, signaling him to excuse himself, then sat down in his seat and asked, "Are the preparations all done?"

The man nodded and said, "Everything is ready and the Prison Bottle has been delivered to me."

Saying that the man crouched down and opened the box at his feet, revealing a small transparent crystal box. And inside the box was the Prison Bottle that contained Hoopa's evil thoughts cast from the three attributes of water, fire and ground.

Nobuhide looked at the Prison Bottle without a single fluctuation on his face.

"That's it then, continue as planned."

"Boss... my subordinates take offense, is this thing... really that strong to give us the power to fight League?" Disbelief was written all over the man's face.

"This is the result of the investigation I've been one. This Pokémon has a powerful ability that we don't know about. And this ability is enough to give us the power to talk to League as equals! My ideal! Relying on him will accomplish it!"

Nobuhide grew more and more excited as he spoke, a fervent look spreading across his face.

"But, even Lord Giovanni didn't reach that goal..."

"Don't mention that name to me! " Nobuhide opened his mouth to growl almost violently.

"That traitor! He betrayed his ideals! He betrayed our ideals! I put my ideals with him but what did he do? He's given in to the League! He's giving up against the League! I! I can't accept this!"

Nobuhide roared in a hateful tone, and his shadow rippled as a gust of ghastly wind surged through him. Chills ran through the man's body, and he shivered as he watched the madness-like Nobuhide.

"In the face of betrayal we must return the betrayal! Achieve the goal that Giovanni failed! That is the best response to betrayal!!!"