In the end, under Garp's eager gaze, Julian ha a portion of High-Grade Dragon-Type Pokéblocks.

  Garp: "Whoa, what is this? It's amazing!"

  "Want to e with me?"

  Seeing Garp's foodie tendencies, Julian immediately extended an invitation, feeling fident it was a done deal.

  Garp's strength was undeniable, capable of bursting out with peak-Elite level power.

  Garp: "No"

  'Sure, the food's great, but you think I'd leave just for that? You must be kidding.'

  Julian: 'Not even a hint of hesitation. At least pretend to think about it, or fake some reluce for appearance's sake. Now it just feels embarrassing.'

  Julian hadn't expected the dragons on Mountain to be so hard to recruit. Kingdra had already rejected him earlier, and now Garp was turning him down too.

  The worst part? Both of these jerks had taken his stuff without the slightest sense of guilt ratitude.

  'This is where Steelix is way better than you two. Give it a little food, and it's happy to tag along. Don't want it? It'll still stick around shamelessly.'

  Garp: "I let my kid go with you"

  "-Really?-"

  Julian looked at it in surprise.

  If the adult wasn't willing, a younger one was just as good—if not better. He preferred raising Pokémon from a young age to maximize their potential.

  Garp nodded and roared in a specific dire.

  Before long, anarp desded from the sky, clutg a small Gible in its arms.

  Perhaps because it was carrying its child, the sed Garp didn't approach but instead watched Julian and Dragonite warily.

  Judging from the battered state of her mate, she guessed he had beeed.

  Female Garp: "So you sold me and our child?"

  Male Garp: "Honey, no, listen to me—"

  Female Garp: "Not listening, not listening, Squirtle's reg sutras!"

  Julian ighe couple's squabble, his focus entirely otle Gible.

  It seemed to be its first time seeing a human, and instead of fear, curiosity filled its gaze as it studied Julian.

  Pokémon: Gible (Dragon/Ground)

  Level: 20

  Potential:

  Ability: Rough Skin

  Held Item: None

  Gender: Male

  Moves: Sand Tomb, Tackle, Sand Attack, Dragoh

  TMs: None

  Egg Moves: Draeteor, Twister, Dig, Dragon Cw

  ---

  A -potential Gible, destined for Elite. Its parents were both of potential, and a third of its own potential has turned into Blue.

  Female Garp: "So, you sold our son over some food"

  The female Garp was absolutely furious. This spineless idiot had sold their son to a human over some food! She was ready to beat him to a pulp.

  Watg the fight between the Garp couple—or more accurately, the one-sided domestic violence—Julian couldn't help but marvel. The male Garp didn't resist at all as his wife sat on his fad pounded away.

  No wohis guy could take a beating so well; apparently, he lived under stant high-pressure ditions every day.

  Meanwhile, the young Gible seemed entirely unfazed by its parents' brawl. It was clear this wasn't its first time witnessing such a se.

  Julian had already made his way to Gible, studying the little Pokémon's round, chubby form. It really did have an adorable charm.

  "Here, try this."

  Julian pulled out a box of Gible-exclusive High-Grade Pokéblocks.

  To wihis little dragon, Julian wasn't holding back. Anything beled "exclusive" cost signifitly more points, but the results were worth it.

  Gible hesitantly took a small bite at first, but after that first taste, there was no stopping it. Its little hands and mouth went into overdrive.

  However, si was still young, it could owo blocks from the entire box.

  Dragonite, watg from the side, couldn't help but eye the remaining blocks with greed.

  Notig this, Gible immediately offered half of the remaining Pokéblocks tonite.

  Dragonite was stuhis was the first time another Pokémon had willingly shared food with it.

  Julian's Pokémon were notoriously protective of their food. They'd usually get along fine, but if anyone dared touch their meals—eveagross would find itself in a fight.

  Dragonite was so touched that its "tears" seemed to flow from the er of its mouth.

  It shook its head, signaling it didn't need any, and patted its own round belly.

  Dragonite: "Kid, from now on, I've got your back."

  It khat, barring surprises, this Gible was likely to bee its new panion.

  Eventually, the domestic dispute ended, and the male Garp, sp a bruised and battered face, approached with his wife.

  Male Garp: "I'm entrusting my son to you"

  He wasn't stupid. Dragonite wasn't even at Elite level, yet it had mao defeat him, who was at the te stage of that rank. This proved just how exceptional Julian was at training Dragon Pokémon.

  Julian: 'Actually, I'm a Steel-type Trainer'

  The male Garp wouldn't leave the Dragon's Den. Having lived there his entire life, he khat if he left with this human, his wife might just pair up with anarp. That guy would then raise his child and... well, sleep with his wife.

  So, could he leave? Absolutely not.

  Besides, Gible was already at the age where it would soon be driven out of the territory to live on its own. Whether it survived or not wouldn't be his anymore.

  Letting his son go with this human was undoubtedly the better option. It would have a safer and brighter future.

  The female Garp agreed for the same reason.

  Most Pokémon are driven out by their parents ohey reach a certain stage of development and have gained enough survival skills to fend for themselves in the wild.

  This is especially pronounced in Dragon-type Pokémon.

  As soon as they outgrow their infand acquire the ability to protect themselves, their parents expel them from the territory, f them to survive on their own.

  Whether they thrive or perish from that point on is entirely up to them.

  The Garp parents kly what awaited their young Gible. They had experiehe same fate themselves—cast out into the wild ao survive in a world of harsh realities.

  Sure, the Gible might one day grow into a powerful Garp. But it was equally possible that it might meet its end in some remote er of the Dragon's Den.

  Male Garp: "Son, from now on, you're following him"

  He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as he g the energy blo Gible's tiny cws. Earlier, he had stared at the human with puppy-dog eyes for a long time before relutly being given just one.

  Yet now, his son was being showered with treats without even lifting a cw.

  Gible: "So… you don't want me anymore?"

  Male Garp: "That's right. You're useless now. Your mom and I pn to start fresh with a new one"

  Gible: "A new one? Is it the uncle from door?"

  Male Garp: "That son of a b**ch! That bastard's at it again, trying to steal my wife!"

  With a roar filled with murderous i, the male Garp unched himself in the dire of the supposed offender.

  The female Garp smacked Gible on the head: "I told you not to mention that to your father!"

  Julian, unsure of what just transpired, decided to ease the tension. "Uh… here. Take these as a small token of thanks."

  He pulled out two boxes of high-grade Dragon-type Pokéblocks. After all, they had just entrusted their son to him—it was only right to offer something iurn.

  He had no idea where the male Garp had flown off to, looking like it was about to start a fight, but with the female Garp still present, it seemed polite to hand the treats to her instead.

  Female Garp: "Perfect timing. I'll give one of these to your uncle"