"Then let's fight."
"Hmm~"
Meloetta was also eager to leave. With a flash of light, her body was shrouded in radiance. Under the cover of that light, her long, naturally hanging hair suddenly floated up and rolled on top of her head.
Her skirt split into five petals, extending to the sides at right angles to her body. From above, she looked like a perfect pentagon. It was the Dance Form of Meloetta.
[Meloetta (Dance Form) (♀)]
[Personality: Careless (Adds Special Attack, Reduces Special Defense)]
[Attributes: Normal + Fighting]
[Ability: Serene Grace]
[Individual Values: MAX]
[Combat Power: Champion (Peak)]
Kaisen felt a surge of joy after glancing at Meloetta's panel. The Careless personality usually favored a Special Attack-oriented Aria Form, yet she had chosen the Physical-oriented Dance Form. She really was a little careless.
Kaisen's choice was simple. Although he was confident in the fast-growing Tyranitar, his opponent was a legendary Pokémon at the peak of the Champion level. If she broke through to the third-level God rank during the fight, he would be helpless. To be safe, Kaisen released his trump card without hesitation.
"Come out, Reshiram."
The Poké Ball opened, and the 3.2-meter white dragon Reshiram appeared before the 0.6-meter Meloetta. Meloetta, who had been warming up her fists and preparing for a fierce battle, froze mid-motion.
Meloetta: "..."
She touched her chin, seemingly lost in thought. After a moment, her body flashed with light again, and she reverted to her Aria Form.
"If that's the case, I don't think we need to fight. I surrender~"
Kaisen: "..."
Is life so difficult that even Mythical Pokémon have to put on a performance?
"Why did you add 'meow' to your sentence?" Kaisen asked, curious.
"Many human women follow a certain Meowth and learn this. Meloetta finds it interesting. Meow~"
"Okay, then come in." Kaisen took out an unused Poké Ball.
"Meloetta can go with you, but you must let Meloetta hear good music."
Kaisen thought about the band girls he knew—Toyokawa Shoko, Nagasaki Soyo, Ijichi Nijika, and Hitori "Bocchi" Gotoh.
"Deal!" With so many talented musicians around, he was sure they could satisfy her. And even if they couldn't, modern technology would soon allow her to listen to any singer in the world at the touch of a button.
After successfully capturing Meloetta, Kaisen's eyes flashed as a red light appeared, and Meloetta reappeared outside the ball.
Kaisen: "?" Was she captured or not?
He picked up the Poké Ball at his waist and tried to open it. Suddenly, Meloetta's body turned into red light and was pulled in, only to bloom outward again. He called up the system panel and found a new collection interface: [Pokémon Space].
[Pokémon Space]: Derived from Meloetta's coordinate space, it can be connected to the internal space of the Poké Ball. (Advancement opportunity can be used.)
Kaisen released his telekinesis and found that Fafninter and the Shiny Fraxure had also appeared in this lush forest.
"Fafnin~"
"Frax~"
"This space is connected to the Poké Balls. Let's all live here together from now on," Kaisen informed them.
Reshiram glanced around the expansive greenery. "It's spacious enough. You don't have to let me out constantly."
Kaisen was thrilled. While the Light Stone allowed for teleportation, having them in a shared, comfortable space within his Poké Balls was far more reassuring. Seeing that the Pokémon Space could be improved, Kaisen used an advancement opportunity.
[The Pokémon Space seeks growth. When the host obtains another coordinate space and succeeds in the challenge, they will automatically merge and expand.]
This meant the space had unlimited growth potential. He then used a C-level reinforcement.
[The Pokémon Space has improved. Local exits (Golden City / Raven City) have been opened.]
Kaisen was surprised. With enough merged spaces, he could essentially fast-travel across the world! After a quick trip to Nimbasa City to admire the Unova-style architecture, he returned to Saffron City.
There were only ten minutes left before the end of the lunch break. Drawing on his experience as a delivery boy, Kaisen rushed to the best ramen shop in Beika Town.
He discovered he could store the food in the Pokémon Space, but he opted for another method: Nancy's shrinking technique.
He shrunk the adult-sized portions of ramen down to the size of a palm, fitting several bowls into a single fast-food box. Since he was out, he decided to bring hot, fresh food for others, including the ramen-loving Hiratsuka Shizuka and Kirisu Mafuyu, who had been "accidentally hurt" that morning.
...
At Shuchiin Academy, in Hiratsuka Shizuka's office, Kaisen blocked his teacher just as she was headed to the cafeteria.
"What do you want?" Shizuka looked at him vigilantly. Behind her, the pink-haired Kirisu Mafuyu clenched her fists, remembering the morning's events.
"Jing..."
Shizuka narrowed her eyes, her expression becoming indifferent as she cracked her knuckles. Kaisen rolled his eyes.
"Teacher Hiratsuka, I went out for a bit and thought of bringing you food. How can you be so unkind?"
"Tsk!" Although Shizuka was secretly pleased her student had thought of her, she couldn't show it. "What 'good food' could you possibly bring?"
Kaisen puffed out his chest proudly. "I guarantee, with my ten-year career as a delivery boy, this is the best ramen in all of Golden City!"
"Ten-year delivery boy?" Both teachers were surprised by his claim.
"I also prepared one for Kirisu Mafuyu Sensei." Kaisen lifted the small rectangular lunch box at his waist.
Shizuka and Mafuyu stared at the tiny box, thinking he was playing a prank. But as Kaisen opened the lid and used his ability, the two bowls quickly expanded to their normal size.
"Come on, eat it while it's hot."
He handed one to Shizuka and picked up the other, looking at Kirisu Mafuyu with a hint of apology in his eyes. Mafuyu had intended to give a cold, stiff "thank you," but seeing the apology, she understood immediately: Kaisen knew about the "indirect kiss" incident from the morning.
The feeling of "social death" washed over her again. The normally frost-faced teacher blushed deeply, her composure crumbling into a rare, panicked shyness.