Pokémon：Trainer's Gambit

November 27th, Friday.

After the release of "Natsume-sensei Teaches Battling 12: Unburden Team," the video skyrocketed to the top of Nico Dou's daily rankings, completely overshadowing the latest photoshoot from Elesa, Unova's most popular idol Gym Leader.

Normally, Elesa's updates dominated the charts effortlessly.

But this time? Natsume-sensei had dethroned her.

What did this mean?

Even though everyone was a degenerate at heart, they still chose to shower Natsume-sensei's video with likes and coins.

This was true love!

"Grandpa, look! Your favorite content creator just uploaded!"

"You haven't posted in three whole minutes—even a farm donkey gets more breaks than you!"

"Natsume-sensei's Unburden Team is here!"

In the battle footage, Mustard had been in a dominant position—

Yet his Mienshao was instantly KO'd by a single kick from Hitmonlee.

In boxing terms, this would've been a highlight-reel knockout.

The sheer, brainless brutality of it left fans gasping.

"This? This is like Lu Zhishen beating the crap out of Lord Guan!"

"Natsume-sensei, you're playing DIRTY!"

"PLEASE KEEP IT COMING!"

Though Mustard had long retired, and few remembered his glory days, the back-and-forth slugfest was as thrilling as a classic boxing match to the fans.

But to trainers who knew Mustard's strength?

Natsume-sensei's fundamentals were on par with a man who had dominated Galar's Champion title for over a decade.

"Letting him roam free… was the right decision."

In Team Rocket's base, Giovanni, clad in his black suit, murmured to himself.

Meanwhile, at the International Police Academy, students finally exhaled as the tutorial ended.

Even their riot division had lectures on Unburden Team strategies—

But none were as clear, concise, and brutally effective as Natsume-sensei's.

Any doubts about his promotion to Inspector rank had vanished.

The group chat, at last, returned to its true purpose—being Natsume-sensei's fan club.

Pumped up after watching the video, Red eagerly invited:

"Natsume-sensei, wanna train with Bruno next time?"

Bruno, Kanto's Fighting-type Elite Four member, was a physical monster—he'd once brawled with an Onix bare-handed.

Red wasn't far behind, having sparred with Bruno for hours.

In the high-martial-arts world of Pokémon, where psychics and aura wielders ran rampant, raw physical training was almost quaint.

(Though let's be real—Bruno was just for fun.

If you wanted real hand-to-hand combat, you looked to Pallet Town's Ash Ketchum.)

"Can't. Got work."

Natsume swung onto Arcanine, heading to Celadon School for a lecture.

Despite running a company, his heart remained with the working class—

Evident from his multiple jobs as a streamer, teacher, and chef.

His eyes burned with determination.

If even Gengar is grinding at Saffron Gym, I can't fall behind!

"Speaking of work..."

Brock squinted. "Got any openings? I'll give it my all!"

Despite being a Gym Leader, Brock juggled roles as a museum guard, breeder, and chef in Pewter City.

A true man of steel, in every sense.

In a way, Natsume-sensei and Brock were kindred spirits.

Their blue-collar solidarity even moved Steven Stone, the wealthy heir.

"If you're interested, I'd be happy to purchase any rare ores from Pewter City."

Steven smiled warmly. "At a generous price, of course."

Brock stiffened.

As a Rock-type expert, he loved collecting minerals…

But Steven's offers were too good to refuse.

"Deal."

As Devon Corp's Vice President, Steven was handsome, powerful, and loaded.

But hey—Natsume-sensei was still a tiny bit better-looking.

Clenching his fist, Natsume steeled himself.

"Go get 'em, Natsume!"

Work hard, and you'll rise from rags to riches!"

The chat, now lively, moved on.

Gold rubbed his chin.

"Work? Nah. I'll stick to hustling at pool halls."

Helping out at the Pokémon Day Care didn't count as a real job, right?

Compared to the others, Blue Oak focused on Natsume-sensei's battle instincts in the Unburden Team.

Fighting was about one decisive strike—

And Natsume-sensei's ruthless precision reminded him of Master Chuck.

As Devon Corp's Vice President, Steven was handsome, powerful, and loaded.

But hey—Natsume-sensei was still a tiny bit better-looking.

Clenching his fist, Natsume steeled himself.

"Go get 'em, Natsume!"

Work hard, and you'll rise from rags to riches!"

The chat, now lively, moved on.

Gold rubbed his chin.

"Work? Nah. I'll stick to hustling at pool halls."

Helping out at the Pokémon Day Care didn't count as a real job, right?

Compared to the others, Blue Oak focused on Natsume-sensei's battle instincts in the Unburden Team.

Fighting was about one decisive strike—

And Natsume-sensei's ruthless precision reminded him of Master Chuck.

Chuck, Johto's Fighting-type Leader, ran a dojo like Mustard.

Many Fighting-type Gym Leaders had trained under him.

Keen insight—

That was one skill Blue had learned from Chuck.

Yet with Natsume-sensei? That insight failed.

A trainer who could be both methodical and aggressive—

What was his true specialty?

Blue glanced at Chuck beside him.

The man, built like a sumo wrestler but agile as a boxer, lifted massive weights with ease.

Wiping sweat, Chuck grunted.

"You think he's a martial artist too?"

"Just a hunch."

Chuck stroked his beard.

"Physique-wise, he doesn't look like a fighter… but you never know."

Judging by appearances was a rookie mistake.

Like that time Ash Ketchum, scrawny as a twig, had arm-wrestled a Snorlax.

Chuck's jaw had nearly hit the floor.

And now? Natsume-sensei had crushed Mustard.

Chuck's expression darkened.

Mustard was a monster in the Fighting-type world.

To beat someone at their own game?

That meant Natsume-sensei was dangerously versatile.

Nodding, Blue agreed.

Just as I thought.

Natsume-sensei dabbled in no-holds-barred combat too.

"Well, no use guessing."

Chuck wiped his brow. "Invite him to the P1 Grand Prix. That'll prove it."

"What's that?"

"A Fighting tournament in Kanto."

Chuck grinned.

"Prize money's decent."

"If he's the real deal, winning the belt should be easy."

There, they might see Natsume-sensei's Fighting-type team.

Blue considered it.

"I'll ask."

Knowing Natsume-sensei, good prize money would be hard to refuse.

...

As Blue and Chuck talked, the dojo's training grounds baked under the sun.

A lean, dark-skinned girl tied a headband around her forehead.

Bea, a Galarian fighter aiming to be the world's greatest martial artist, had found a new goal.

Behind the violent beauty of Natsume-sensei's Unburden strategy

She saw the gap between them.

Fighting-types, with their raw power and grace, might be his true mastery.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Bea's fists clashed with her Machamp's, neither backing down.

"Not enough! NOT ENOUGH!" she roared.

If it were Natsume-sensei—

He'd handle this effortlessly.

"I'm still too weak… I have to train harder!"

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