Chapter 112

Chapter 112

Virah looked up.

Jet flew so high that the Zubat was nothing more than a black dot moving around the sky, he was circling her currently and Virah watched in careful observation to ensure that her second Pokemon didn't over exert himself in the name of training.

'A lack of oxygen isn't really a problem for him,' Virah thought, she knew her Zubat was safe.

Still, the threat of Jet collapsing from oxygen depravation and falling from so high up was there and as a trainer, Virah could only feel concern at the thought of such a possibility happening to her Pokemon.

Virah continued to observe her Pokemon as he circled the skies, the Pokeball in her hand was there to ensure that if Jet did fall, she would capture him before he reached the ground.

'I'd just have to reduce his height limit for the next time,' Virah thought in consideration.

Jet, for all intents and purposes, would eventually start to go through scenarios like what he is currently going through.

Scenarios like him needing to hide while being in a place without trees and clear skies, thus necessitating the need for him to fly high, becoming nothing more than a black silhouette flying with the clouds.

Or that he's forced to be in an environment that lacks oxygen, like a room full of smoke.

His lungs getting used to the lack of oxygen would do wonders when the time comes and Virah deemed that his body would keep that adaptation and even improve upon it when he evolves into a Golbat in the future.

'I probably also need to train him to start getting used to places with little to no space-' Like a cave, 'or an area full of obstacles and obstructions,' such as forests and jungles.

Those two areas would be something that Virah would find herself commonly going to thanks to her journey, and should she find a Water Type, she'd also start to train Jet and Nitro to be able to function under heavy rain.

'Forests, Caves, Deserts, Mountains, Rain, Sandstorms, Harsh Sunlight, and Snow,' Virah mentally listed out with a considerate nod.

Those were all environments and weathers that all trainers undergoing their journey would have face and adapt to.

And it wasn't just the trainers, as their Pokemon needed to be able to fight despite such harsh environments and conditions, especially if they were going become professionals.

Pokemon fighting even with unfavorable environments and despite the harshness of all common weather set ups and is what separates "good" from "bad" and Virah whole heartedly believes in that fact.

Even then, she worriedly observed Jet's shadow as he circled above her, his training was harsh, but it was necessary, especially if he was going to become her personal scout.

Eggtech wanted her to be a micro biologist so topics such as Move Theory and Aura weren't- shouldn't be in her radar but they were, mostly because she deemed them interesting and also because they were relevant to her at the moment.

'I'd focus on micro biology once I'm actually under Eggtech,' Virah thought to herself as she closed her notes.

The progress that she's made today were small, and a lot of them were nothing more than confirmations for her theories but that was the point, after all, she set out today knowing that her priority were exactly these questions.

And the progress she made regarding them were good, they could be better, but that applies to a lot of things.

After sitting down on her chair for an hour, the exact thing that Virah needed to clear her mind was a shower, and she got out of the bathroom looking refreshed.

She sat down on her bed and as she started drying her hair, a thought occured to her.

'How's the slums?'

She knew that the people there didn't truly need her help, but her personal vendetta against Team Rocket didn't even involve doing that so...

... Was it fine for her to intrude on gang territory?

Right now the slums were starting to get tense, like a keg whose fuse has been lit, now it was only a matter of time before it blew up and things escalated.

And most of that happened because she continuously attacked Team Rocket.

She's gotten a lot of things from them because of it but what about the people living on the slums?

Virah frowned as she took her hair out of the towel and started blow drying it, right now they were most likely worried about the upcoming gang war because they'll most likely become the biggest victims of such an event.

And Virah, despite her refusal to feel empathy towards them, started feeling guilt at the thought of putting innocent people under such circumstances.

The poison specialist sighed and stood up, 'the least I can do is to make sure that Team Rocket falls down quickly and without much resistance,'

Decision made, Virah took out her notebooks from her bag and went back to her desk, she opened one into an open page while the other showed the list of items she got from all the weapons she scavenged from Team Rocket.

A book about engineering as well as one about electronics were placed on the upper most part of the desk, Virah opened the relevant pages and started reading with the tip of her pen pressed against the empty page of her notebook.

Drawing up designs for all sorts of gadgets couldn't possibly be that hard right?