Back at the vil, Julian released Metagross aly pressed the Teleport TM/Disc, rewarded from the system against its head.
With a fsh of white light, the disished, signaling it had been successfully absorbed.
Julia out a relieved sigh, having worried Metagross might fail to absorb it, and the reward would have been in vain.
But he realized he was overthinking; after all, the system tailored it specifically for Metagross, so there was no ce of failure.
"Metagross, Teleport" Julian said.
In an instant, Metagross disappeared and reappeared in the courtyard pool, then ba front of Julian.
"Perfect!"
Julian said, pattiagross's head.
Metagross rexed, giving a satisfied look as Julian massaged it with his Aura-infused hands.
Just then, Growlithe trotted over, nudging Julian's hand for attention.
"Meta~"
Metagross turo look at Growlithe:
'What's up, little guy? You want in on the massage too?'
Growlithe barked back, "Grow, Grow, Grow!"
After a good fifteen minutes, Julian had giveagross a full massage.
Looking around, he noticed Growlithe and a lineup of Steelix, Dragonite, Lueltan, Slowking, and Aron, all waiting patiently.
Julian held his head, chug. "Alright, o a time. Slowking, could you grab me a bottle of ice-cold soda?"
Settling in for a long afternoon, Julian began his Aura massage with Growlithe, who was already sprawled out, all fs up, gazing at him expetly.
His Aura-imbued hands moved gently rowlithe's limbs and torso, easing out the tension in its small, furry frame. The Aura followed his hands and slowly peed into Growlithe's body.
pared to Metagross, Growlithe was much softer and more pliable. Metagross had the density of iron, much like Steelix and Aron.
Within minutes, Growlithe was dozing off fortably.
Using his Psychic ability, Julian floated his soda bottle over, took a refreshing sip, and curiously tugged on Growlithe's little tongue, which had flopped out.
The pup stayed asleep.
"Is it really that rexing?"
Julian smiled.
After over two hours, Julian had massaged all eight Pokémon.
Thankfully, his superhuman physique and power of advanced Aura made it manageable to care for them all.
"Slowking, let's have a barbecue tonight. Could you pick up some ingredients?" he called.
"Slow!"
Slowking nodded, setting out with a basket, ever mindful of the enviro, avoiding single-use pstic bags.
"Lucario, you grab the grill?"
"Metagross, the charcoal's also by the grill—mind bringing it over?"
"Not you, Meltan. You'd just make a mess."
He quickly caught Meltan, who tried to help.
"Steelix, could you cover up the holes you dug? We need a ft space to set up."
Surveying the backyard, Julian noticed Steelix's resting pit, which would o be filled for their cookout.
"Dragonite, e here."
Dragonite waddled over with a silly expression. Juliarieved a -fitted Flying saddle from the system spad secured it ontonite's back.
This would make Dragonite his designated Flying mount. Though Metagross owerful, Dragonite had the advantage in both speed and fort.
Julian climbed ontonite's back, sat in the saddle, and fastened his seatbelt. Immediately, he felt a sense of security.
"Alright, Dragonite, let's give it a test flight."
The Flying saddle was -desigo fit Dragonite's unique body shape, so while it might feel a bit off at first, Dragonite would soo used to it with regur flights.
"Swish~"
Ihan 0.01 seds, Dragonite went 0 to 100.
Julian's neearly snapped from the sudden acceleration.
Dazed, Julian heard a soft, apologetic rumble fronite.
It seemed to have momentarily fotten Julian was on its bad had taken off at full speed.
"If you want a rainer, just say it" Julian patted Dragonite's head gently, he really felt like he almost died when Dragonite accelerated just now.
"Let's start slow. I'll tell you when it's time to speed up," he said.
Although cities typically restricted Flying Pokémon without relevas.
However, colleges and uies were more rexed about it, and in the skies above Imperial Uy he often saw other Trainers flying.
Some rushing to css, while others practig their moves just like Julian.
The added weight and presence of a rider naturally affected a Pokémon's band movement, so frequent practice was essential to build their coordination and fort.
After an hour of flight practice, they returo the yard.
Julian uhe Flying saddle, appreciating its quick-release meism.
By now, Slowking was back with the barbecue supplies.
The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the vil's courtyard.
The barbecue ingredients were all processed, and there was o anything.
Julian took out some fresh fruit from the system space, choosing eae based on his Pokémon's preferences, and passed them to Slowking, his unofficial chef.
"Make some non-alcoholic pi?a codas for them, and I'll just take a Coke," Julian said.
As Julian began grilling, he called to Growlithe. "Start the fire, but go easy."
Julian warned, for fear that Growlithe would directly burn Charcoal to ashes.
Growlithe spit out a small fme, carefully igniting the charcoal.
As the food started to sizzle, its aroma filled the air.
The lights in the courtyard flickered on as dusk settled, and Lucario turned on the Bluetooth speaker, filling the evening with music.
Julian gri his Pokémon surrounded him.
"Hang tight, it's almost ready!" he reassured them.
Every now and then, Juliaed his team to human food, but tonight's menu was tailored just for them—roasted berries, energy cubes, and even grilled treats.
Slowkiurned with drinks, serving Julian a bottle of MooMoo Milk instead of the Coke he'd asked for.
Julian raised a brow. "I wanted Coke…"
"Slow~"
Slowking shook its head; 'You only drink one of Coke a day, and you've already had it.'
Julian: (?`w'?)
"Fihen how about a beer?"
Barbecue and beer, it erfect match.
"Slow~"
'You 't drink beer at ye,' Slowking replied, reminding him.
Julian: \(ˉ ˉ)/
Shrugging, Julialed in, tent with the milk as he grilled.
This time, Julian didn't invite anyone. pared to others, he preferred to spend time with his Pokémon.
The full moon hung high above, stars twinkling in the night sky.
Us glow, Julian and his Pokémon eheir own private barbecue party.
