The doorbell rang. Sato pressed his lips together before finally standing up to open the door.

  As expected, Kiki was outside. Before Sato could even speak, she extended her right hand.

  "The Potential Enha Serum. Aunt Haruka told me to help you analyze it."

  Too zy to reply, Sato turned around arieved all the Potential Enha Serum from his spatial backpack, handing them over to Kiki.

  "This much?!"

  Kiki gasped.

  Over a hundred vials of Potential Enha Serum were ly arranged in a rge taiheir brilliant va-like glow refleg onto her face.

  "Well, I did out the entire base. Just standard procedure."

  Sato couldn't help but show off a little.

  Kiki rolled her eyes, closed the tainer without hesitation, and ha to sey beside her before turning away with her head held high, clearly unwilling to waste more time on Sato.

  Sato g sey, who was trotting behind her, let out a smirk, and closed the door.

  Lying bato his lounge chair again, Sato found that his previous ziness had pletely disappeared.

  His mind was now focused on the hundred vials of Potential Enha Serum. It wasn't that he doubted Kiki's hoy—but rather, this stuff came with potential risks.

  Should he even sider using it on Houndour?

  "Uhe Joy family eutralize the highly stimuting pos i's better not to risk it."

  Sato cluded in his mind.

  Right now, Houndour already had the Fme Orb's amplification, and its potential was no longer something that could be easily capped.

  After settling his thoughts on Houndour, Sato turned his attention to Carvanha.

  Ever since capturing Carvanha, it had spent most of its time in basic training—but the ck of a proper training enviro had been a major limitation.

  Thinking about this, Sato lost all desire to rex. Carvanha had already rested long enough—it was time to train!

  Grabbing Carvanha's Poké Ball, Sato left the Oliviy Pokémoer and headed toward the southern coastline.

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  Looking out over the sea, small whirlpools could be seen scattered across the surface.

  But with the surrounding seawalls, this area was far from ideal for training.

  Following the coastline, Sato kept walking until he reached the southwesternmost edge of the city—where he finally found a desote, empty beach.

  "This pce is perfect! e out, Carvanha!"

  Sato liked this kind of isoted enviro—no distras, perfect for training.

  Moreover, the open sea just ahead had plenty of whirlpools, both big and small, making it araining ground.

  The moment Carvaered the water, it joyfully swam around, enjoying itself.

  Born and raised in the o, the small rivers and waterfalls it had entered during their journey had never been enough.

  "Carvanha, once you've had your fun, we'll start training!"

  Before long, Carvanha returned, eyes gleaming with energy. It let out two sharp cries, looking ready for whatever was ing.

  "You see that small whirlpool on your left? Get in there and try to hold your position. Don't let the current drag you away!"

  Carvanha nodded and rushed toward the whirlpool, carefully entering its edge—but the swirling current was far strohan expected, and Carvanha was immediately pulled in, spinning helplessly.

  Even the smallest whirlpools weren't something Carvanha could resist easily. After all—this was the force of nature itself!

  A fsh of red light—Sato timed it perfectly, recalling Carvanha the moment things got out of trol—and immediately sent it back out for atempt.

  "Sha!"

  Carvanha wobbled, feeling dizzy for a while before slowly rec. It g the distant whirlpool with lingering fear—its power was no joke.

  "Don't rush it. Approach slowly, and the moment you feel yourself losing trol aing pulled ireat immediately."

  Sato crouched down, running his hand over Carvanha's smooth, shark-like skin before tinuing, "For now, just staying at the e of the whirlpool is enough. It was my mistake for not sidering this properly."

  Sensing Sato's apology, Carvanha affeately nudged him before cautiously approag the whirlpool again—this time, far more carefully, fog only on feeling the strength of the outer currents.

  They tiraining until dusk.

  As the su approached, Sato recalled Carvanha, knowing that the o at night would be far more dangerous, auro the Pokémoer to rest.

  The day, as usual, Sato arrived at the bead released all six of his Pokémon.

  Except for Houndour, who wasn't very ied in the sea, the rest were full of excitement.

  After letting them py around for a while, Sato began assigning their training routines:Sprint drills, obstacle dodging, and wave resistaraining…

  Ohese fual exercises were dohey moved on to individual specialized training.

  For Zoroark, the focus was refining Night Daze's attack area—not expanding it, but trating it into a smaller, trolled form.

  Night Daze was undeniably powerful, but its stamina ption was immense.

  If Zoroark could shape the move into a fan-like attastead of a full circur burst, the energy cost would be greatly reduced.

  Gengar's training, oher hand, was entirely different.

  As a id-back ghost, Gengar spent most of its time meditating.

  Yet, despite its rexed nature, its power increased rapidly through meditation. Even its move mastery—it could improve its teiques just by meditating.

  Meanwhile, Larvitar's Rock Slide had already reached near perfe. For an unevolved Pokémon, mastering it to this level was more than enough.

  So, Sato slightly adjusted Larvitar's training pn.

  The move to master—Sandstorm!

  As the future Tyrant of the Desert, half of Tyranitar's legendary status came from its Sand Stream Ability.

  Any Pokémon capable of trolling the weather was o be uimated.

  Take, for example, Lorelei's Poliwrath—a natural-born Water-type ruler, able to manipute rain, and Water Pokémon, and once showcased its dominance during the Goldenrod City riots!

  Such abilities were entirely different from simply using Rain Dance or Sandstorm to summoher.

  One was summoning.

  The other was trol.

  For now, training Larvitar to master Sandstorm was about ying the groundwork—so that o evolved, it could quickly awaken its Sand Stream Ability and and the battlefield!

  While Larvitar's training followed a clear, structured path, Spinarak's development relied heavily oa Sato had found in Team Rocket's archives.

  A Poison Srategy—it sounded powerful.

  But in practice, it was far from easy.

  Currently, Spinarak had already learo coat its Bug and Poison moves with its own venom—even applying it to its Silk Threads.

  However, it still couldn't absorb and ie external toxins without issues, nor could it trol poison distribution with precision.

  So for now, Spinarak could only refis teiques, improve its Sniper Ability, and slowly build its skills.

  For Carvanha, training focused oing whirlpools, which would enhas awareness and trol over water currents.

  The day it could use Aqua Jet to briefly hover in mid-air—that would mark the true pletion of its training.

  As for Houndour, having only retly joihe team, it had yet to undergo systematic foundational training. So for now, its strength was still growing rapidly.

  At the same time, learning to properly use the Fme Orb was a core part of its training.

  How muergy could it safely el at ohout harming itself? That—was something Houndour had to figure out through experience.