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Tristen couldn’t help but to laugh a little when the boys got excited, but even he clammed up once Mr. Sanguaro made his presence known in the lunch room once again. Tristen has the feeling that this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence with these two. Though, to his recollection, Matteo kept the reigns on these two. The thing that caught Tristen by surprise was when Penny actually wanted to come along as well. Talk about an outing. Hey, anything that gets Penny outside more, though hopefully not so glued to her phone. Also perhaps to get to know Camp as well. Anything to get to know more people and make more friends as far as he was concerned. Tristen couldn’t help but to sweatdrop at Penny being beckoned by whatever the message that pulled her away. For someone so introverted, he was left to wonder just who on earth could she be messaging via her phone so much. Let alone the fact that she has such a one-track mind that she’d forget her lunch tray.

The Manetric hybrid then paid back attention to Fela as she brought up Cortondo. He remembered his adoptive father heading there first and last he heard he was long since gone from there on his Victory Road tour so it should be relatively fine to head there. Though bringing up Squakabilly Taxis or riding Cyclizar actually got him to realize something that he never really thought about until now. “Um, Squakabilly is fine, but uh…I got a question. I didn’t think about it until now until you brought it up. I’ve noticed that no one uses their own Pokémon really to get around. Like, if you had a flying Pokémon big enough, trainers back at home actually fly around on them instead.” Tristen said. “I’ve rode around on Dragonite more than once myself. Do they not do that here or do you not have Pokémon that become big enough to do that? Then again, I heard about the Alola region one time not really allowing that themselves. Something about the air space…I don’t remember…” Tristen couldn’t help but to scratch his head in confusion. Then another realization occurred to Tristen. “Wait, trainer licenses?” He’d look towards B in confusion. “You got at least three strong Pokémon that you got to perform with last Saturday and you didn’t have a trainers license?” Is this a regional difference thing, Tristen could only wonder.

Tristen couldn’t help but to stare a bit stunned at B as he recited all manner of trivia pertaining to Paldea and Alola’s banning of free roaming of trainer owned Pokémon in such fashions. Tristen had a hard time though coming to understand Alola’s alleged reasoning for it, let alone Paldea’s or Galar’s. Were there bad actors that lead to it? All the same, the only reason the likes of the Indigo chain hadn’t done so was because of merely tradition? Was that all? Then again, Jhoto in particular doesn’t seem to have places like Mezagoza for instance. In fact, closest place would be Goldenrod City, and he doubted that they’d compare. Probably in years down the road they’d be comparable, but until then… “Huh, I didn’t know that…” Tristen said, rubbing the back of his head. Incidentally, he wouldn’t dream of letting something like Dragonite wreck any havoc, intentionally or otherwise. For that matter, it was probably a good thing he didn’t get Dragonite out to take him off to the beach over the weekend. He was tempted, admittedly, but opted against it figuring to give Dragonite a bit of a day off, especially after a harsh battle the day before. Talk about a proverbial bullet dodged…

He then looked over towards Fela, finding out the conditions as to how someone like B was able to train Pokémon himself. Apparently, it was a provisional license, in a sense. One that allows him to battle like he did over the weekend, provided it was under the supervision of the academy. Tristen recalled about how his adoptive father did teach those ten and under himself back at the gym, in essence to prepare them for their Pokémon gym journey once they did make it to ten years of age. They didn’t actually get to train Pokémon, that he recalled, but they were taught various things such as taking care of a Pokémon and how to rough it out on the trail between their gym battles. The differences between the regions were becoming more and more apparent the more he stayed here and it actually fascinated the Manetric hybrid. “Threat is right…” Tristen said, rubbing the back of his head. “I guess I still got a lot to learn around here.”

Tristen would proceed to polish off his lunch then looked at a clock at the far wall. “Well, look likes class is about to start. See you in science?” Tristen said to Fela.

Tristen would get his area cleaned up and gathered his things as well then would proceed off. Before making his way to Mr. Jacq’s class, he would make his way off to the restroom. He would proceed to do his business and get cleaned up, only to realize that this afternoon after class was going to be probably a little hectic. Especially if B and E were involved. He was left to wonder if things were different if Matteo would have went along with them too. Probably not, now that he thought about it. He would sigh at the thought from it, only to think once again he really didn’t want any of this to happen. He started to wonder if things got any worse from here if he would end up having to spill about things he really didn’t want to fess up to. Like being a Snagem to begin with. While technically, he never told any lies sans not telling Matteo that he also had a Thunderbolt attack up his proverbial sleeve, there was perhaps only so long he could dance around and avoid the subject.

He would soon make his way out of the restroom and off for the next class.

As Tristen found his way to Mr. Jacq’s class once more, he would head off towards Fela and sat down nearby. “You didn’t miss too much from here. Mr. Jacq gave us a work packet to work on back on Monday that wasn’t too hard. I don’t know if he is going to get you to do it though to make up for your missing day though…he didn’t say anything about it.” Tristen said to her. The two would continue to converse, but Tristen had noticed Penny not being here. Was she still on that call or whatever that got her to leave the lunch room so abruptly? He was almost left to wonder just who in the world she talks to. It wasn’t any of his business, mind, but there couldn’t be anyone that important that she needed to talk to that made her stay out of the classroom late, is there? Speaking of, he is once again left to wonder just how a teacher can get away for being disorganized as he is. All the others seem to be on top of everything, other than Ms. Raifort that is but she apparently has an excuse for the time being.

Fela and Tristen would have carried on until Tristen looked back seeing Mr. Jacq plow through the door with a multitude of things in tow. Penny would make it seemingly in the nick of time just before Mr. Jacq closed the door on her. At least she did make it. As much as he liked Penny, Tristen had to admit she was rather weird. Or was this normal? If anyone else is any consideration in this school, probably not. Tristen got his things out and allowed Mr. Jacq his undivided attention, just as he makes it a point to do, ready to take notes on the lesson of the day. With that said, the lesson was going to be put on hold for a few minutes longer…Mr. Jacq was wanting an update on everyone’s science project. Despite being given a month to complete the assignment, Tristen is figuring that Mr. Jacq is making sure that every Pokémon is being taken care of. What kind of teacher would he be if he wasn’t? “Still got the Premier Ball?” Tristen asked Fela whispering as to try to not disturb the class. He was pretty ready to go up to the front…

As Tristen managed to get the Premier Ball from Fela, Tristen nearly jumped in his seat. He wasn’t sure if he is being called out because of him not being discreet enough or if their call out was just random call out. He didn’t expect to be called out like that, let alone so soon. Either way, it wasn’t of any consequence in the end. “Uh, yes sir.” Tristen said, taking the Premier Ball to the front of the class. He would make it to the front and at the large table at the front of the room near the board at the front of the class, figuring that he needed to make sure that the Pokémon was able to be seen by everyone, let alone Mr. Jacq and just letting Spewpa out on the floor wasn’t going to cut it. “Alright then, uh…” he quickly looked back at Fela for a second then popped the Premier Ball open to release Spewpa out on the table, awaiting judgment by the teacher and the class at large.

“Uh, yes sir.” Tristen said. “Not only we were keeping careful care of Spewpa from the start, we were finding some Pokémon battles as well. And to help out with that…” Tristen took out his own Pokeball and released the Pokémon inside of it, out onto the table next to Spewpa, and something that might catch Camp’s attention in particular. Wimpod would soon materialize next to Spewpa, but as soon as it was out, Wimpod’s attennae shot straight up as he looked out at the class. So. Many. People. Wimpod was already ready to wimp out and retreat back into the ball. “Take it easy, Wimpod, we’re in good company. Wimpod here has been Spewpa’s battling partner, to practice with and to battle alongside with. These two have done pretty well with each other.” Well, their grade was assured. Perfect score. But just as Mr. Jacq brought up at the start of this assignment a week ago, now came the topic of extra credit. Tristen looked back towards Fela for a second, who apparently was wanting Tristen to answer. Tristen nodded in response. “We were already wanting to do that and Spewpa is really anxious to get wings as well. Aren’t you Spewpa?” Tristen said, rubbing Spewpa’s head to put the bug at ease over Mr. Jacq’s inspection of the bug. Though as Tristen took note to the class, there was a slight bit of animosity that started to come about the air. Tristen wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or if by chance certain members of the class expected as such, especially with his performance against Nemona over the weekend. After showing off a rambunctious dino, a hard-hitting fighting weasel, and a dragon, raising a bug was probably not going to be all that much of a challenge if they had to suspect. Who knows, maybe Wimpod could evolve alongside as well as they were trying to raise Spewpa.

Tristen would recall Spewpa and Wimpod back to their respective balls then proceeded to return Spewpa back to Fela for the time being, figuring that she was wanting to keep up with the bug still. He was suddenly reminded though now that he thought about it the multitude of things that Fela left before her trip to Kalos in Tristen’s room for Spewpa was still in his dorm. Fortunately, that wasn’t going to be too much of a concern for the time being. Fela could just take the minor detour to his dorm to pick up Spewpa’s things before she headed off for the night herself. Tristen for the time being would return to his seat next to Fela’s, rather content that they pulled off something pretty good today.

Once the class was truly on its way, now that everyone got done talking about their Scatterbugs and having it inspected by Mr. Jacq, he’d proceed to talk about the various Pokémon and their potential of ‘level up’ moves. That is, the moves a Pokémon tends to learn naturally, and how in many cases it was possibly sometimes best to try to get a Pokémon to hold off evolving to learn some of these skills as opposed to evolving right away. Tristen knew of this quite well, in fact, being with Snagem as long as he has and being trained as he did. While it was true that Pokémon generally became bigger and stronger upon evolution, it was the matter of if they had the skills that carried over from one form to another. He remembered at one time that he was told of one of the gym leaders back home, Lt. Surge in the Kanto region, evolving Pokémon super early years ago. At the time, he tried to show that he could brute strength a lot of battles, showing how shocking something say a Raichu could be for instance. The lesson though was while it was all well and good, the Raichu for instance was unable to compete in matters of speed. A weakness that got exploited more than once until Lt. Surge got the hint, for that a military man such as him is afraid to show such vulnerabilities. This lesson all the same was going to be a bit of a cake walk, Tristen figured. With a worksheet to work on this evening and a few pages of notes to follow, the class ended and it was time to go to the final period of the day.

Tristen would say his goodbyes to Fela for now, agreeing to meet out at the front of the school to get ready to go get Spewpa trained. It was time for P.E. once again with Ms. Dendra. Tristen had to admit that out of all the classes so far this week, P.E. started to be one that he hadn’t really been looking forward to going to anymore. Not so much because of the teacher or the students themselves, for the time being that is, but it was the class that apparently put Tristen at most risk of exposing what he could actually do. Compared to effectively every hybrid student and maybe even the hybrid teachers dotted here and there, Tristen had the physical ability that they effectively couldn’t touch and directly challenging Tristen was probably not going to end well. Since Matteo used Agility on his first day to outrun him, suspicions probably would have stayed on the down-low. But then B and E already made a minor scene the other day that brought attention to him briefly just on mention of how Tristen looked without his uniform jacket on. The subsequent soccer game may or may not have done him any favors either, and Tristen was purposefully trying to hold back then. As he started to approach the doors out to the recreation fields, Tristen would sigh and mentally brace for impact for whatever Ms. Dendra was set to get the class to do.

Tristen would clear the doors and start his way across the fields to make his way to his class, but then something caught his attention near immediately. The field lighting up with the massive plume of fire. Tristen would be stunned, seeing Matteo finally make his appearance after being gone for almost four straight days suddenly trying to show off here in this very class. Tristen couldn’t really bring himself to answer B and E, not out of any sort of malice, but out of blatant confusion. Tristen’s mind wracked with just why in the world he was gone until now. For training? Was that even something excusable at this academy? Other than Pokémon Training and doing the Victory Road course Tristen doubted it, just as much as he doubted it was in fact training at all. Even if it was any sort of training, Tristen was already noting a couple of issues Matteo was doing with his Flamethrower attack. There wasn’t any sort of control at all with it. The flames weren’t that hot for one and he was straining to get such a large plume out. It was more flash than substance, something that Tristen recalled himself having issue with his Thunderbolt attack when he was learning it when he was younger, among other things. That level of an attack such as that takes a lot of skill and focus to pull off, let alone the capacity to unleash an actual certified Flamethrower, something that needed to be trained more than a mere three days. Sure, it could do damage, presumably, but not as much as Matteo would hope for if he decided to ever use it as it is now. It looked as volatile, if not as near unreliable, as Matteo’s Agility. It started to look he was trying to show off and try to be that ‘top dog’ again, as if he or Tristen ever were to begin with. It was the only thing he could possibly think of to go out of his way to only come to this class for the day.

Tristen could only watch as Matteo make his way back into the student line-up as directed by Ms. Dendra, confusion still wracked on the Manetric hybrid’s face, leaving him to wonder if that was the only reason why he was out? For that matter, where could he have gone to even learn a Flamethrower attack to begin with in such short time? Let alone out of contact of anyone? Tristen was ready to ask the Growlithe hybrid where in the world did he go and why, but Tristen had the foreboding feeling as Matteo locked eyes on him for that brief instant, going to him right away might not be the best idea. He had the feeling that Matteo was still sore with Tristen for the battle Saturday when Tristen was already wanting to put the whole incident behind him. A foreboding feeling came over the Manetric hybrid…a feeling things were going to come to a head sometime soon…

Tristen started to look about to see about someone to pair up with, but with people so quick to act, he didn’t really get too much of a choice. Indie, the vape-sucking Poison type trainer that Tristen faced back on Saturday, came up to him to partner with. And much to Tristen’s chagrin, he smelled as rancid as that Revaroom he sent out for that matter. The smell of oil and diesel fumes. “Uh, yea…” Tristen looked about once more to make sure, then looked back towards Indie. “I don’t think you and I got too much of a choice…” He said. So, sit-ups? Twenty of them? Calling it a cakewalk did it no justice. Though he never have someone that smelled as Indie did nearby when he did so. Tristen nearly wanted to gag, his canine sense of smell weeping for mercy over the odor of this guy. “You want to start or you want me to?” Tristen managed to then speak up.