After breakfast, Hisoka began his morning training. He was just as strict with his own physical conditioning as he was with his Pokémon.
The rows of professional gym equipment in his yard were a testament to the effort he put into his body. After a quick warm-up, Hisoka dropped into a standard push-up position.
He looked over at Lulu. Without a word, she understood his intent.
"Here Lulu comes!"
With a cheerful cry, she hopped off the table and landed steadily on Hisoka's back, kneeling in a ladylike pose.
Lulu's red eyes glowed with a faint blue light beneath her hair. With a wave of her hands, a pale blue aura enveloped Hisoka's entire body.
Feeling the pressure mounting on every part of his body, Hisoka smiled comfortably. "Too light. Increase the force."
"Lulu knows!" She gave a little shout and spread her hands. The blue light of her Confusion move intensified, exerting a massive force that would have sent a normal person flying, pinning Hisoka to the ground.
"Hoo!" Hisoka exhaled. The smile vanished, replaced by a look of grim determination. He raised his legs into the air and began performing perfect Russian push-ups.
A Russian push-up is ten times harder than a standard one most people can't even hold the posture yet Hisoka performed them smoothly under the full weight of Lulu's mental pressure.
Lulu's training didn't stop there. She had to carefully manipulate her mental energy to ensure the pressure was distributed evenly across his body. Too much force would cause injury; too little would make the exercise ineffective.
Each muscle group required a different amount of pressure, requiring Lulu's absolute concentration. Hisoka had calculated that this process consumed her mental energy five times faster than usual.
Like building muscle by tearing and regrowing tissue, training a Psychic type's mental power worked the same way. By rapidly depleting her energy and allowing it to recover, Lulu's mental capacity would grow stronger over time. The fine control required for this exercise would also make her future skill usage as precise as a needle.
Two hours later, his workout complete, Hisoka took a cold shower and returned to the garden. Lulu, exhausted from the training, had gone to the bedroom to sleep.
Wearing only black shorts, Hisoka's fit, fifteen-year-old body was a marvel of conditioning: six-pack abs, a narrow waist, and powerful chest muscles.
Curiously, a tattoo of a chibi-style Ralts was inked over his heart. Hisoka had a habit of getting tattoos in his past life, though he had favored a jade dragon pattern back then.
He had gotten this tattoo a year ago to commemorate his first Pokémon. Lulu had been ecstatic for months, constantly rubbing against the tattoo after his showers.
He opened his laptop and logged into a specialized bounty hunter website. Licensed trainers could use this site to accept or post missions.
Ordinary people could also post tasks, provided they paid a substantial deposit. Because the League monitored the site, all missions had to be legal, meaning the bounties were generally not very high.
To make the real money as a bounty hunter, one had to delve into the gray or black markets, where the rewards were staggering.
Hisoka wasn't interested in that for now. He didn't even have a second Pokémon yet; taking on illegal missions would be a death wish. He knew his limits.
He typed "Sneasel" into the search bar. A hundred results popped up instantly.
Sneasel's primary habitat was Mt. Silver in Johto. However, since Viridian Forest spanned both Kanto and Johto, Johto Pokémon occasionally wandered into Viridian.
Those lost Pokémon usually met grim ends, either killed by local predators or captured by poachers, as exotic Pokémon fetched high prices.
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