A few days passed in a flash, and the Castelia scientific research summit smoothly concluded. Lorze's primary task for coming to the Unova region was completed.
Calculating this scientific research summit, only the first day when he met Cynthia and Oleana was relatively interesting. The following few days, everyone was busy with their own things and nothing happened. It was almost completely idled away by Lorze; he merely spent a little garbage time participating in a few activities just to pad out his attendance report. After all, poaching talent for the Devon Corporation was already a great merit. Presumably, the old man wouldn't make things too difficult for him either.
As for this guy's thoughts... obviously placed on experiencing Castelia's local customs and making love with his wives.
But actually, it wasn't just that. He also took out free time to train Leavanny's combat skills—actually, this was also requested by Leavanny herself. Perhaps inspired by Lorze's previous acting on occasion, she hoped she could not only take care of Lorze in life, but also protect Lorze in battle.
Although Leavanny knew she probably couldn't reach any great heights in battling, at least she wouldn't drag down her husband and other sisters in critical moments.
Lorze also didn't expect this little insect girl to actually be so competitive. This adoration of wanting to dedicate her entire self... should it be said she is severely love-brained? But being the object of the love brain is very blissful.
"Want to learn combat skills? Of course you can! It's just that I'm still very surprised. Actually, I think it's fine to leave battling matters to the other sisters. Even so, does Leavanny still want to train?"
Seeing Leavanny nod with firm eyes, Lorze smiled and agreed to her request. This time, the mediating conversation with the manager actually became a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Lorze was still very confident in his own training level. He had already single-handedly trained many amazing wives. Even young girls with poor innate aptitude could become quite outstanding through his hands. So Lorze very much looked forward to what kind of progress Leavanny could make.
And to train Leavanny, he had to first find a good place. He couldn't possibly train in the hotel room, right? Sorry, that place can only exercise her bed skills, it's another important battlefield~
Although the Pokémon Center provides dedicated training venues for Trainers, it's crowded with mixed eyes and not very convenient. After all, to them, this is both training and sweet couple time. Whether it was Lorze or Leavanny, they clearly didn't want to be disturbed by others. So they chose a more hidden place—the remote outskirts of Castelia City. After riding his beloved Rapidash wife or Suicune wife, it was less than a ten-minute journey, very convenient.
When entering the working state as a Trainer, Lorze's temperament instantly elevated. That kind of high-spirited young Trainer, even having a bit of a Champion's feeling. This might be a kind of confidence that comes naturally in a field one is familiar with; when being a researcher, he wore a lackadaisical appearance...
"Before training, we must first test Leavanny's foundation. Jirachi!"
"Awoo, Jirachi is here, Boss!" "Ugh!? Get down quickly, you little troublemaker!"
But the mischievous Wishing Star gigglingly hugged Lorze's head, instantly destroying the serious atmosphere...
At Lorze's request, Leavanny began to use all her skills to launch an attack on Jirachi. This also gave Lorze a good opportunity to observe her.
Jirachi, floating in the air, smilingly opened her small arms: "Come on, Big Sister Leavanny! Jirachi is already prepared!"
Leavanny poked her two arms together, looking at Lorze somewhat hesitantly. This was her maternal instinct acting up. Looking at the petite, cute Jirachi, she truly couldn't bear to swing her blades at her. What if she hurt Jirachi?
Seeing through Leavanny's misgivings, Lorze waved his hand and smiled: "Just go at it. Jirachi is actually very amazing. To tell the truth, Little Sister Leavanny probably can't beat her yet."
"Right, don't underestimate Jirachi, hehe!"
What the heck? She's clearly just a little sister, right? Although she indeed wasn't good at fighting, she still felt somewhat underestimated. After taking a deep breath and making up her mind, she fiercely rushed towards Jirachi!
"He-fu!"
Corresponding to the loud, crisp insect cry was Leavanny's appearance of baring fangs and brandishing claws. Her movements were indeed somewhat comical. Combat without systematic training is undoubtedly striking haphazardly. Guys possessing innate combat abilities are a minority after all.
However, Leavanny still used a move, which was the key point Lorze wanted to see: A searing white blade light seemed to light up on her two blade-like arms. Lorze narrowed his eyes and nodded—This is the Normal-type move Slash, a move naturally comprehended when Swadloon evolves into Leavanny. It fits perfectly with the sharp blade-like arms. As for the power, that's a matter of opinion.
Leavanny's chopping action? Sluggish, with a huge downward momentum, lacking slightly in agility. The latter didn't even use a move, merely shifting her body to nimbly dodge this attack.
And Jirachi's silver bell-like laughter sounded somewhat piercing to Leavanny, as if mocking her. This made Leavanny twitch her antennae somewhat uncomfortably—she still didn't quite understand Jirachi after all. This guy has no particularly complex thoughts, just inherently very optimistic.
"He-fu... fu!" (Take this, Little Sister Jirachi!)
Seeing one wave of offensive fail, Leavanny immediately spat silk threads from her mouth intending to restrict Jirachi's movements, while her arms swung out Razor Leaves to cooperate with String Shot for a slashing attack. But neither move had an ideal effect. Either they were burned to ashes by Jirachi's Fire Punch, or firmly blocked by her Protect move.
She seemed to become stubborn, continuously attacking, continuously attacking. But just at this level, in the eyes of both Lorze and Jirachi, it looked like playing house, completely unthreatening.
The moves Leavanny used were also very lacking, all relatively low-tier moves like Razor Leaf, String Shot, Slash, and Bug Bite. Even if she racked her brains to fight, the offensive still seemed like child's play, always easily neutralized by Jirachi in the end. This made Leavanny somewhat frustrated: The strength gap between her and Jirachi was suffocatingly large, this chasm was even bottomless at a glance.
But in Lorze's eyes, Leavanny wasn't completely without merits: When she engaged in strenuous exercise, that pair of dazzling large tits and erotic buttock cheeks and tail abdomen shook like branches full of flowers. Such plump undulations were like surging giant waves on the sea surface, making Lorze hard just watching!
Ahem ahem, speaking seriously: Maintaining such high intensity and fighting for so long and still having spare capacity, her stamina is indeed excellent, and her strength is also considered quite large. This might be the physique forged by years of high-intensity labor.
"Alright, let's stop here. I just wanted to gauge Little Sister Leavanny to see how her foundation is. I roughly know the situation now."
Even if it's practice, the taste of losing definitely isn't pleasant. And as a Trainer, how to untie a Pokémon's mental knots and provide encouragement is equally important. Lorze reached out and gently stroked Leavanny's head to comfort her—
"You've already done very well. Didn't I say it before the match? Jirachi is indeed very amazing, this isn't an arrogant statement. So even if Little Sister Leavanny can't beat Jirachi, it's not shameful. After all, the current you is a blank piece of paper in terms of combat. We can work hard together to paint unique colors. As long as Little Sister Leavanny is willing to train seriously, one day you can catch up to the sisters' footsteps!"
Moreover, Lorze also very meticulously noticed that Leavanny just now seemed to have gotten a bit anxious. So he told her Jirachi's laughter actually didn't have such complex meanings, she is just a very simple, cheerful girl. This made Leavanny, who wrongly blamed her sister, blush with some shame. Fortunately, Jirachi herself didn't seem to care about this—this girl has always been carefree.
This way the misunderstanding was resolved. Lorze smiled and nodded: It's nothing more than friction between family members, they are all good girls.
"Alright, since the basic situation has been confirmed, next let's formulate a training plan for Leavanny."
The top priority is to first master some powerful moves. As the saying goes, "to do a good job, an artisan must first sharpen his tools." Only by learning powerful moves can she exert her true strength.
And for Leavanny, she needs to first learn practical and powerful moves like Leaf Blade, Swords Dance, and Trailblaze, before she can begin more advanced training. The little bit she knows currently is truly insufficient to support high-intensity combat.
For an ordinary Trainer, having their Pokémon learn so many moves in a short time is undoubtedly a very difficult matter. But on Lorze's side, abundant resource conditions, barrier-free telepathic communication, and the affection and bond between each other—all these advantages allow his Pokémon to achieve a crash course to a certain extent.
Bug Gem, Leaf Stone, Silver Powder, Miracle Seed... all these resources capable of elevating strength were arranged for Leavanny. Fully supplemented energy is naturally the material foundation for move practice. The rest depends on Lorze's guidance and Leavanny's own comprehension, and what kind of chemical reaction will be produced when these two combine.
Besides move training, how to apply these moves freely in battle is also a very deep knowledge. Looking at Leavanny's blade-like arms, Lorze had a sudden flash of inspiration and designed a set of exclusive blade dance combat movements for her.
During battle, she can be as elegant as a dance, swinging the sharpest blade to strike the vital points when the enemy lets their guard down, and can also attack with a very wildly unrestrained posture. Most importantly... this fighting style integrates all the practical moves like Swords Dance, Leaf Blade, and Trailblaze, balancing aesthetics and practicality. The movements are sometimes ghostly and unpredictable, sometimes broad and sweeping, switching rhythms freely and making her unpredictable.
Lorze, his inspiration bursting, was himself particularly satisfied with this combat tactic. This also illustrated his own further refinement in his level as a Pokémon Trainer.
Of course, for the current Leavanny, thoroughly mastering this set of combat tactics is not an easy task. It requires both solid training investment and the accumulation of practical combat experience. But self-breakthrough inherently takes a long time to achieve merit, she can take it slowly.
But... the wives seemed to issue protests against the two people being all lovey-dovey together.
"Hey, this isn't the reason for Hubby and Little Sister Leavanny to keep waltzing, right? Too biased wow! We want it too!"
"Hehe, got found out..."
Lorze responded with a slightly awkward smile. He originally wanted to use a couple's dance to help Leavanny find the feeling of a blade dance. As a result, he found himself getting a bit too absorbed in it, unable to stop...
Because Leavanny's ballroom dancing wasn't bad. After all, having lived in a large city like Castelia all the time, under constant exposure over the years, she had reached the level of "even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen a pig run" (having basic knowledge even without direct experience). Lorze very much enjoyed the joy of dancing with Leavanny.
"Actually, I also secretly practiced this dance in private, always hoping to encounter the person I love most to dance with❤~"
Lorze held Leavanny's blade-like crook of the arm. To him, it was like walking on the tip of a knife. But Lorze actually wore an appearance of doing it with ease, even having spare capacity to banter with Leavanny—
"So that's how it is. Then has Little Sister Leavanny's wish come true?"
"Big Brother Lorze is so annoying, hehe❤~"
On a spring day with growing grass and flying warblers, Lorze, holding his insect girl, danced gracefully amidst a sea of vibrant greenery. That was an extremely aesthetically pleasing picture.
Seemingly having monopolized Lorze's time for long enough, Leavanny very sensibly didn't occupy her beloved husband anymore. Instead, she very commendably took the initiative to carry out the plan Lorze formulated for her.
And after Leavanny, Lorze also, at the request of the other girls, danced a couple's dance with them respectively. The original training ground seemingly turned into a lively open-air ballroom...
During the actual training, Lorze's soul was still hooked away by Leavanny's large tits swaying incessantly with the rotation of her body. His two eyes fundamentally couldn't tear away from the heavy giant breasts. This Leavanny's breast jiggling was truly... too blood-pumping! He simply wanted to jerk off looking at the training Leavanny, but felt that was truly inappropriate, so he dropped the idea.
Especially after training, the strenuously exercising Leavanny was dripping with fragrant sweat. This sweat soaked her clothes, making them semi-transparent, allowing the delicate body of Leavanny inside to be faintly visible, very erotic.
Fortunately, this was the deserted outskirts of Castelia City. Even if she exposed herself, it wouldn't be seen by others. But it still gave Lorze a feast for the eyes.
Whether it was her snow-smooth neck, slender waist, or grand, upright giant breasts, all had densely packed sweat beads resting on them. Leavanny also used her blade-like arms to lift her wet clothes to wipe the sweat off her body.
"You performed wonderfully! Wifey worked hard too~ Let Hubby wipe your sweat for you❤~"
Lorze, with a face full of doting, intimately called Leavanny wifey. Leavanny still felt shy about this address between partners—only feeling a dream-like bliss.
They sat together on a deserted bench to the side. Leavanny's wet giant butt immediately printed the marks of two sweaty buttock cheeks on the dry bench. And Lorze very considerately and meticulously used a small towel to help her wipe her body...