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The Kommo-o looked at Jacob, slightly moved aside to make room, and gestured for him to enter the house.
The living room was littered with empty beer bottles and reeked of alcohol. The interior of the entire villa wasn't actually very large, only about 120 to 130 square meters. It was called a villa because the surrounding training grounds and auxiliary buildings covered a substantial combined area.
Jacob saw several familiar figures in the room, including Hydreigon, Garchomp, and others.
"Where's Teacher Nina?" Jacob asked the Kommo-o.
The Kommo-o pointed toward Nina's bedroom.
Jacob walked to Nina's bedroom and opened the door. He saw Nina lying on the bed with her legs sprawled out, revealing her white, slender legs. She appeared completely intoxicated, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.
Next to the bed was a trash can filled with vomit, emitting a foul odor. Besides empty wine bottles, various sundries and clothes were scattered across the floor.
The small camisole, short skirt, shorts, and other garments were uncomfortable to look at. Is this really the room of a single woman? It was incredibly messy and reeked of alcohol.
Shouldn't a woman's room be clean, tidy, perhaps pink, cozy, and filled with a light, pleasant scent?
...
Seeing that Teacher Nina was completely drunk, Jacob knew that today's trip to the underground black market was likely impossible.
"Bleurgh."
At that moment, Teacher Nina rolled over and retched into the trash can beside her, then flopped back onto the bed and continued sleeping, completely unaware that there was another person in the room.
Witnessing this scene, Jacob was quite speechless. Then he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulder and turned around.
He noticed a broom had been placed in front of him, and three formidable dragons—Kommo-o, Garchomp, and Hydreigon—stood before him, blocking his path. They pointed at the broom and then at Nina on the bed.
"What are you suggesting? You want me to clean up and take care of Teacher Nina?" Although Jacob couldn't understand dragon language, he could easily guess their meaning. From the looks of it, they wouldn't let him leave unless he agreed.
The three dragons nodded one after another. Jacob's expression turned exasperated at this point, but when he looked at Nina's messy house, he couldn't bear it due to his mild mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
"Fine, fine, fine," Jacob sighed, releasing his four Pokémon. "I'll help Teacher Nina clean the house, and you can help train my Pokémon. How's that?"
The Kommo-o nodded in agreement, then gently placed its hand on Jacob's shoulder and patted him, as if apologizing for nearly breaking his bones earlier.
"By the way, teach them some moves, like Draco Meteor. It shouldn't be difficult for you."
...
While the Pokémon went outside to train, Jacob didn't immediately start cleaning the house. He first boiled some water, prepared a cup of honey water, and brought it to Teacher Nina.
"Teacher Nina, here's some honey water to drink," Jacob said, approaching Nina's bed and calling out twice.
"Hmm?" Nina murmured, responding hazily, then slowly pushed herself up to sit. After finally supporting herself, her hand slipped and she nearly fell. Fortunately, Jacob was quick-witted and caught her, preventing her from tumbling off the bed.
Her skin felt slightly warm to the touch and was remarkably smooth, but the strong smell of alcohol made Jacob frown. He had no inappropriate thoughts whatsoever.
"Drink some honey water."
"Yeah." Nina, leaning against Jacob, seemed unusually compliant. Her voice was soft and gentle, making Jacob's heart beat faster. Then Nina took the honey water and drank it all.
It was rare to see Teacher Nina so obedient. Jacob secretly resolved that from now on, whenever he wanted to talk to Nina, he might need a few shots of white wine to improve his own tolerance, starting from today.
After Teacher Nina finished the honey water, Jacob carefully laid her back on the bed and began cleaning up the scattered items. He gathered Nina's clothes from the floor and put them in the washing machine. Finally, when Jacob noticed the undergarments in the bathroom, he paused in deep thought. Whether to wash them or not was a difficult question.
...
After four or five hours of diligent work, Jacob finally cleaned the entire house. Meanwhile, he also went downstairs to the supermarket to buy some vegetables, rice, and a pack of cigarettes.
The food was naturally for cooking dinner, and the cigarettes were purchased for the security guard.
"Sir, here's a pack of cigarettes for you."
"Thanks." The old man who received the premium cigarettes had a smile on his face, displaying his yellowed teeth. The more he observed Jacob, the more he liked the young man. Then he noticed the vegetables Jacob had bought and guessed that the kid would probably stay overnight.
He's certainly brave, the guard thought. He used to spend nights out to avoid Maximus. Now that he knows Maximus is away on a mission, he comes directly to the teacher's dormitory to stay. But why does this guy look so much like that young scientist Jacob from the recent news—Maximus's apprentice?
It must be true, the guard realized. No wonder the Dragon King wanted to accept him as a disciple. This kid isn't so innocent after all—he learned skills and then pursued his master's daughter.
...
After returning to Teacher Nina's villa, Jacob first cooked porridge and fried vegetables, then placed them in the warming drawer to keep them hot. After glancing at Teacher Nina, who was still sleeping soundly, Jacob went to the nearby training ground to see how his Pokémon were doing.
On the training ground, he spotted Grovyle following closely behind Kommo-o, running continuously with weighted training gear, leaving a green afterimage as it moved. Fine beads of sweat glistened on its head.
"Roar!" The Kommo-o bellowed, stopping abruptly to punch a training steel post. Lightning flashed around its fist—it was using Thunder Punch!
The Grovyle, following closely behind Kommo-o, imitated the dragon's movements and threw a punch of its own. There was also a faint electric light surrounding its fist. Though not as prominent, it was definitely real.
"Hmm?" Jacob rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things correctly. Thunder Punch? When did Grovyle learn Thunder Punch? Had it mastered the move in just three hours of training?
Jacob quickly used his system to check Grovyle's skill list, and sure enough, he saw "Thunder Punch" listed there!
Jacob was ecstatic. Although Thunder Punch was a physical move, and Grovyle usually specialized in dual-type attacks, Thunder Punch could effectively counter Flying-type Pokémon.
Good dragon! Jacob couldn't help but praise inwardly. "Kommo-o, you're truly an exceptional dragon! Not only can you open doors, but you can also teach Thunder Punch. I'm fortunate to have your help!"
Jacob then looked to the other side and saw Charmander and Noibat working together to chase after Garchomp. The gap in strength between them was so enormous that Garchomp had completely lowered its power to serve as a sparring partner. It was merely dodging without counterattacking, while Noibat and Charmander persistently pursued it.
Noibat was managing reasonably well since it could fly and barely keep pace. However, the short-legged Charmander couldn't fly, so it could only run continuously while simultaneously attempting to use moves. It was already exhausted and gasping for breath. This scene reminded Jacob of a certain mythical creature.
"Roar!"
The Garchomp halted and landed on the ground, waiting for Charmander and Noibat to reach it. Then it opened its mouth and suddenly exhaled a scorching breath, covering a large area in front of it.
"Heat Wave!"
Charmander and Noibat attempted to mimic the move, trying to use Heat Wave themselves, but unfortunately failed after several attempts. After five or six tries, Charmander opened its mouth and spewed out hot breath.
"What?"