At this moment, a muffled voice came from the entrance.
Accompanied by heavy footsteps.
A burly man with a robust build walked out slowly. His chubby face was full of flesh, and his nearly two-meter height made him look down at Natsuhiko as if his eyes were slightly lowered.
Hunter P!
He belonged to the highest rank under Hunter Z and was considered one of his more capable subordinates.
He was a far more experienced Seat Hunter than Natsuhiko.
"N, Mr. Z is resting, come back tomorrow," Hunter P even slightly raised his chin, making his eyes squint even more as he looked at Natsuhiko.
It was obvious to feel.
He did not take this newest seat-holding hunter, Natsuhiko, seriously. One might even say he looked down on him.
It figures.
For people like Natsuhiko, being able to take a seat was purely because of the power play between the highest seats.
Under normal circumstances, anyone with only two or three Elite Candidate Level Pokémon didn't qualify for a seat.
Natsuhiko suppressed the annoyance in his heart and spoke again.
"Miss Q should have already informed Mr. Z, this matter is significant, and I think you cannot afford..."
"I said! Mr. Z is resting, don't you understand? Hmm?"
Natsuhiko's words were directly interrupted.
You could see his slit-like eyes slightly widen, and two faint white puffs of air spurted from his wide nostrils.
Listening to his tone.
Natsuhiko understood.
Whether or not Mr. Z was resting didn't matter at all.
The important thing was attitude and strength.
No.
Just strength.
If he couldn't display enough strength, the plans and arrangements Natsuhiko made with Miss Q would just be a joke.
Natsuhiko slowly stepped back two steps.
Seeing Natsuhiko retreat, the disdain in the fatty's eyes deepened.
But Natsuhiko chuckled softly a few times.
Since he's carrying the hunter's identity, naturally, he should act according to the hunter's way, adhering to the personality of a hunter.
"Has anyone ever told you, you look like a ball?"
Upon hearing this, the fatty's face immediately darkened.
To him, this could be regarded as taboo.
His narrow eyes were full of danger.
Natsuhiko flipped his hand, revealing a Pokeball.
The fatty sneered, holding two Pokeballs in his hand.
However, when he saw the Pokémon that Natsuhiko summoned, the malevolent expression on the fatty's face instantly turned into shock and even horror.
"Eli...Elite Trainer Level?!"
"Roar—!!"
The angry roar of Hydreigon echoed throughout the inner hall, shattering the glass and causing the tiles on the walls to become uneven. The two core hunters standing beside the fatty were sweating buckets, retreating against the wall, feeling the tremors of the wall.
And this influence was not just confined to the inner hall.
The hunters in the outer hall, separated by a long corridor, also faintly felt the trembling beneath their feet.
Even more apparent by comparison were the Pokémon that accompanied them.
Those with slightly weaker abilities cowered on the ground shivering, and those slightly stronger could barely keep themselves from falling, while the strongest amongst them could just manage a defensive stance, though the trembling of their bodies was still apparent.
Hydreigon, being an Elite Trainer Level Pokémon with a vast territory in Rayquaza's Alternate Space, was best at using its roar to declare sovereignty.
It even utilized some techniques from the "Giant Sound" move.
Even Ono's Kommo-o could only evade using its own trait and scales.
Natsuhiko smilingly placed his hand lightly on Hydreigon's neck.
Stroking it gently.
Hydreigon glanced sideways at Natsuhiko, exhaling two streams of white air from its nose, but ultimately did not resist.
Not only because it agreed to a three-year pact with Natsuhiko.
But also because...
It was surprisingly comfortable!
It seemed he used some special technique.
If there weren't people around, Hydreigon would probably squint its eyes, showing an expression that outsiders had never seen before.
Elite Trainer Level Pokémon!
And even an Elite Trainer Level Quasi-God Pokémon!
The fatty, also known as "Hunter P," the "ball" in Natsuhiko's words, now had his entire face full of excess flesh drawn together, the trembling of the flab vividly visible.
His broad forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, sliding down the distinct ridges.
Why?
He couldn't quite understand.
Didn't Natsuhiko, this "Hunter N," just recently take the seat?
Even with Miss Q's help.
The name of Black Widow Hunter Q was no secret among the high ranks of the Hunter Guild.
In the eyes of many, Natsuhiko was merely one of Miss Q's temporary "favorites."
Though no one said much about using a woman to rise up, behind the scenes, there were bound to be people who looked down on Natsuhiko.
Someone even labeled him as Miss Q's "boy toy."
That was also why, upon seeing and recognizing Natsuhiko, he wanted to give him a hard time immediately.
Average looks but with a good aura, combined with his overall style, while not quite matching the word "handsome," was still very pleasant to look at.
For someone resembling a "pretty boy," the fatty, whose own looks were not ideal, had always held contempt.
He wouldn't admit.
This contempt stemmed from jealousy.
But now.
The appearance of Hydreigon left the fatty numb from head to toe.
He tightly clenched the two Pokeballs in his hand, but no matter what, he dared not throw them out.
Seeing the other party's terrified appearance, Natsuhiko smiled and took out two Energy Blocks from his pocket, offering them to Hydreigon.