"Hello. I'm Wade."
He nodded, returning the introduction with a small smile.
The pieces had finally clicked into place. That familiar feeling while waiting in line—the golden hair, the commanding presence, the way she examined ice cream flavors with the same intensity others reserved for battle strategies.
Cynthia. Sinnoh Champion. One of only two female Champions in the entire Pokémon League.
Up close, she was even more striking. Soft golden hair cascaded over fair shoulders, framing a finely sculpted face. Her amber eyes were deep as ink—kind now, but carrying an undeniable sharpness that spoke of countless battles won. A form-fitting black coat hugged her delicate figure, tracing the elegant curve from her slender waist to her full, rounded hips.
She was the kind of beautiful that demanded distance. The kind that made you admire from afar and think twice about approaching.
"Wade?"
Cynthia's amber eyes flickered with recognition. She tilted her head thoughtfully.
"Professor Rowan mentioned that name, didn't he? You were his assistant—researching ruins, collecting myths?"
"Not anymore." Wade chuckled softly. "I came back to inherit a family farm."
Professor Rowan. The renowned Pokémon evolution specialist who'd published groundbreaking research on Combee's evolution stages. The man who distributed starter Pokémon to new Sinnoh Trainers and pioneered Legendary Pokémon studies.
Thanks to his past life's knowledge, Wade had once been highly regarded by the Professor, serving as his assistant for a time. The old man had even recommended him for advanced studies at Rainbow University. But when the call came to inherit his grandfather's farm, Wade had politely declined.
If memory served, Cynthia had also served as Rowan's assistant for a period.
Which would make her... my senior sister?
"I see."
Cynthia pursed her moist lips, thoughtful. Not everyone wanted to be a Trainer. And mythology? Even less popular. Ancient ruins, dangerous expeditions, decades spent deciphering forgotten scripts—it wasn't for everyone.
She felt a small pang of regret that he hadn't pursued that path. But she understood.
"Garchomp~"
The Champion's ace Pokémon studied Wade with obvious curiosity. Its sharp senses prickled—the Pokémon surrounding this farm owner were no ordinary companions.
Especially that Gardevoir. The one who appeared aloof but couldn't stop gazing at her Trainer with affectionate eyes. Garchomp hadn't felt this kind of pressure since battling the Elite Four.
Interesting human.
"Slurp... slurp..."
Unlike her battle-hungry partner, Cynthia had returned to more pressing matters. The last of her ice cream required immediate attention.
She licked diligently.
Then—disaster.
She turned to buy another. Maybe two. The ice cream stand was... gone.
Gone?
Her beautiful eyes widened in confusion. Her cherry lips parted, then closed, then parted again—words failing completely.
Wade followed her gaze to the empty space where the stall had been. The farmer's hasty escape route was obvious.
"He probably couldn't handle another hour-long selection process, Senior Sister."
A chuckle escaped him.
This was the Cynthia he'd heard about—the woman who, outside of battle, shed her Champion's mask completely. Gentle. Friendly. Approachable. And occasionally, adorably clumsy.
"If you have time, why not visit the farm? We're about to make our own ice cream."
The idea had crystallized while waiting. Sugar from the store. Milk from his Miltank. Fresh cream from Alcremie. Ice cream for everyone—Pokémon Girls and Champion alike.
"Is that... alright?"
For a moment—perhaps it was a trick of the light—a single strand of her golden hair seemed to stand straight up. The image was so charmingly at odds with her elegant appearance that Wade's fingers twitched with the urge to smooth it down.
Cynthia hesitated. Despite the Professor connection, imposing on her junior brother felt... forward.
But the prospect of more ice cream warred with her politeness.
Her exquisitely cool face showed the struggle.
Wade's arm settled comfortably around the female Garchomp standing beside the blonde Champion.
"Of course it's fine, Senior Sister. Look—Garchomp agrees."
He gave the Dragon-type a meaningful squeeze.
"Right, Garchomp? You want ice cream too, don't you?"
"Eh?"
Cynthia tilted her head, studying her partner with an unreadable expression—hope mingled with genuine curiosity.
Is that so? Do you want ice cream?
"Garchomp~!"
Caught completely off guard, the ace Pokémon found itself momentarily restrained by Gardevoir's psychic power. Just a flash—barely a second—but exactly enough.
Under Cynthia's expectant gaze, Garchomp's head bobbed in a trembling nod.
No... NOOOO—!
Moments later, watching its Trainer happily agree to the farm visit, the battlefield legend wanted to cry.
What Dragon-type Pokémon likes eating cold things?!
You, farm owner—using a Pokémon to manipulate a Trainer! That's just MEAN!
The Meeting Point
Having successfully lured the Champion with ice cream promises and gathered his ingredients, Wade returned to the designated spot.
Olivia was already waiting. The moment she spotted him, her face lit up.
"President! We can go back now~"
She hurried toward him, perhaps too quickly—or perhaps remembering something—because her fair cheeks bloomed with sudden color.
Then, glancing around furtively, she produced several delicate items from her bag.
"Pre... President... these should be... suitable for the private secretary uniform, right?"
Wade examined her selections.
Black lace. Strategic cut-outs. A thong with an adorable bow.
Well now.
Whether recommended by a savvy sales assistant or chosen by Olivia herself, each piece was designed to accentuate her charming figure. Worn by her, they'd be devastating.
The Secretary Miss truly is capable.
He patted her shoulder with presidential gravitas.
"Excellent choices. But don't return to the farm too early tonight. You'll need to try them all on—for proper inspection."
As President, mere samples weren't sufficient. A rigorous, scientific examination of the actual items was required.
"T-tonight?!"
Olivia's face ignited. Her voice caught.
T-tonight?! But I haven't prepared—I don't even have condoms yet—
"Of course." Wade's expression remained perfectly professional. "If they're too small, we'll need replacements immediately. You wouldn't want the President to watch you struggling with ill-fitting underwear during actual work hours, would you?"
"I... I understand~"
The intelligent Secretary Miss lowered her burning face. Her clear eyes misted over traitorously.
Wuwuwu... why are his reasons always so impossible to refute?
As Olivia finally recovered from her flustered state, her gaze drifted past Wade—and landed on the figure behind him.
A cool, beautiful woman in a black trench coat. Tall, fair, elegant. A presence that commanded attention without effort.
Wait.
That face.
That aura.
That—
"W-wait... is that CHAMPION CYNTHIA?!"
Olivia's emerald eyes went impossibly wide. She stared at the blonde woman, who smiled and offered a small wave. Then at Wade, calm and composed as always.
The President was gone for... what... an hour? Two at most?
And he somehow abducted the Sinnoh Champion?!
Her mind refused to process.