"Thank you, Professor Oak… Actually, aside from Mega Evolution and Dynamax, I have another discovery I'd like to share today. Consider it my contribution to the field of Pokémon research."
Peter smiled faintly.
If he was going to break the system—
He might as well break it completely.
Professor Oak blinked. "Hm? From the way you're saying it… is this discovery on the same level as Mega Evolution?"
"Of course," Peter replied calmly. "In fact, it may be even more important than the previous two. It could completely overturn the current battle environment."
As he said that, his gaze drifted toward Lance, the corner of his lips curving upward with subtle mischief.
Whitney's pink eyes sparkled like a cat spotting a giant fish.
See that man up there?
Mine.
Ahh~ he's ridiculously handsome!!
…
"Hah… this kid sure talks big. Now I'm getting curious," Bruno laughed, slapping his massive chest.
Lance stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know what he's about to say, but why does it feel like he's looking at me weirdly?"
Will adjusted his glasses. "You're overthinking it. The Dragon type's dominance is unshakable. Unless someone invents something that's immune to Dragon-type moves—"
Before he could finish—
Peter spoke.
"As everyone knows, Pokémon currently possess seventeen recognized types: Water, Fire, Grass, Electric, Ice, Poison, Rock, Dragon, Ground, Flying, Psychic, Fighting, Ghost, Dark, Steel, Bug, and Normal.
However…"
He paused for dramatic effect.
"There exists an eighteenth type in this world.
I call it—
The Fairy type."
"—WHAT?!"
The hall erupted instantly.
"Eighteenth type? That's impossible!"
"Fairy type… it sounds oddly pleasant…"
"This is insane! And yet my first instinct is that he's telling the truth!"
"…"
Peter raised both hands slightly.
The room gradually quieted.
Strangely enough, the giants of the Pokémon world obeyed his gesture without hesitation.
Without realizing it—
He had already built authority in this circle.
"Fairy-type moves are super effective against Fighting-, Dragon-, and Dark-type Pokémon.
They are resisted by Fire-, Poison-, and Steel-types.
Fairy-type Pokémon are weak to Poison and Steel.
They resist Bug-, Fighting-, and Dark-type attacks.
And…"
He paused again deliberately.
"Fairy-type Pokémon are immune to Dragon-type moves."
"—!"
Every single head turned toward Lance.
"Immune… to Dragon?!" Lance's eye twitched.
Will hurriedly waved his hands. "I-I was just joking earlier!"
Karen grinned wickedly. "Guess in Werewolf games, we can blind vote Will first~"
Will: Σ( ° △ °|||)︴
Cynthia chimed in casually, "Lance, you don't need to look so distressed. Most of your team are Flying-types anyway."
"?!" Lance opened his mouth, only to realize… he couldn't argue.
Leon chuckled. "Now that you mention it—Gyarados, Charizard, Dragonite, Aerodactyl, Altaria… only Kingdra's pure Dragon."
"You people don't understand," Lorelei teased. "If it has 'Dragon' in the name, it counts, right? Isn't that so, little Lance?"
Lance stared at the ceiling in silent despair.
Of everyone in the room—
He feared only one person.
The Ice Queen.
Before becoming Champion, he had spent years being utterly suppressed by Lorelei.
If she and Agatha hadn't retired, he might never have claimed the title.
Just thinking about it hurt.
It really hurt.
…
While they bantered, Peter continued steadily.
"Verifying the existence of the Fairy type is quite simple."
He walked over to Whitney.
"Babe, lend me your Clefairy."
"Ah? O-Okay…"
Whitney released Clefairy.
Peter turned to Cynthia.
"Cynthia, could you please have Garchomp use Dragon Pulse on Clefairy?"
Cynthia hesitated. "Are you sure that's safe?"
Clefairy looked only Elite-tier at best. A direct Dragon Pulse from Garchomp could be devastating.
"Don't worry. Clefairy's true typing includes Fairy. Dragon-type moves have no effect."
Cynthia nodded.
"Garchomp—Dragon Pulse."
"Garchomp!"
A brilliant blue surge of draconic energy shot forward—
And struck Clefairy directly.
The energy dissipated into nothing.
Clefairy merely stumbled back a few steps.
No damage.
Everyone: ?!! (๑°⌓°๑)
"Immunity… it's real?!" Lance muttered, visibly shaken.
In that instant, the reign of the Dragon Champion felt a little less secure.
"Actually," Peter continued calmly, "Fairy-type Pokémon are more common than we think. Many were previously classified as pure Normal-types due to subtle type interactions and the scarcity of Fairy-type offensive moves.
For example—
The Clefairy line.
The Snubbull line.
The Jigglypuff line.
The Togepi line.
Additionally, many Psychic-types possess Fairy typing—such as Gardevoir and Mr. Mime."
"Great. So Cynthia's Togekiss and Diantha's Gardevoir are even worse matchups now…" Lance muttered.
Lorelei rolled her eyes. "You're practically a Flying-type Champion. Why are you this distressed?"
"…Wait. I only have three actual Dragon-types, don't I?"
Lance froze.
Existential crisis activated.
----
"That concludes my findings on the Fairy type."
Peter bowed deeply.
Thunderous applause filled the hall.
Many scholars wore expressions of shame.
Decades of immersion in research—
And an eighteen-year-old had just redefined the battlefield.
Soon after, the Chairmen, Champions, Elite Four, and Professors began intense discussions.
Peter and Whitney were escorted to a waiting room to await the final decision.
If nothing unexpected occurred—
He would soon be officially recognized as a Pokémon Professor.
And not just any professor—
One of significant prestige.
"Honey~ you're amazing!" Whitney leaned forward with sparkling admiration, elbows resting on her knees, gazing up at him like a devoted fan.
Her posture, unfortunately, gathered her impressive assets into a rather distracting display.
Peter felt his nose grow warm.
Before he could stop himself, he murmured:
"Which part are you talking about?"
Whitney blinked—
Then her cheeks flushed crimson.
"You're terrible… thinking dirty thoughts again."
Peter glanced at her small hand tightening subtly in his palm, a wicked smile tugging at his lips.
The adorable Miltank girl.
Who knew what she was thinking inside?
"Ugh… why are they taking so long?" Whitney pouted. The time difference was catching up to her.
Peter leaned closer and whispered,
"Want to go eavesdrop?"
Her eyes lit up instantly. "Can we?"
She was already on her feet before finishing the sentence.
Peter chuckled softly.
"Let's go."
The waiting room was adjacent to the main hall.
They approached the heavy doors—
And the murmur of intense discussion drifted out from within.
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