After the family finished dinner, Julian took out a piece of paper from his pocket, flattened it and said, "Mom, dad, this is the application form for the Trainer class, please sign it."
The application form was required by every prospective senior high school student to take home for their parents to sign. Of course, if both parents were dead, then the elders in the family could sign it. But if they were orphans, they didn't need it.
Signing up meant that you wanted to become a Trainer, and that the elders in the family knew, and they also supported you to become a Trainer.
But if they didn't support you and didn't sign, did that mean you couldn't be a Trainer? No, being a Trainer was your own decision, but getting the support of your relatives and elders could make you go further on this road.
Jake looked at the creased application form speechlessly, then looked at Julian solemnly and asked, "Are you sure you want to become a Trainer?"
"Don't be a trainer just because your grandfather and I are both trainers."
Tina also looked at Julian with worried eyes.
If there was any profession in this world that could make people worry, it was a Trainer's.
A powerful Trainer could prosper a family and even create a whole new clan.
But being a Trainer was also an extremely dangerous profession. If a Trainer wanted to become stronger, he needed to fight against other humans or wild Pokémon. And the aftermath of a Pokémon's attack might kill you.
Flamethrower, Hail, Earthquake, Rock Throw, Thunderbolt, Smog—with the physique of an ordinary human, being hurt by such attacks, even if they didn't die, they would be turned into cripples.
Countless Trainers died every year just from the aftermath of Pokémon battles.
In addition, a Trainer also needed to explore Secret Realms and Ruins, because they could find items to make their Pokémon stronger, capture and raise powerful Pokémon, etc., and these places were full of countless dangers.
Some Trainers even died at the hands of their own Pokémon because they didn't know enough about them.
In the Drakorian Trainer Association, there were about 30 million Rookie Trainers registered each year, and only about two-thirds of them lived to the second year.
And every year, the number of Trainers dying due to various reasons was about seven million, which was still traceable. But many of them died in Secret Realms or Ruins, and there weren't even bones left.
"Dad, mom, what are you worrying about? Although I haven't become a trainer yet, but my genes come from you, I must be a genius."
"I'm sure of this, even Rayquaza can't stop me if it comes," Julian said firmly.
Rayquaza was a currently known First-class Legendary. It lived in the ozone layer and regarded the ozone layer as its territory, which had led to the smack down of many satellites launched by various countries.
At that time, Celestria wanted to try to capture it, and sent more than a dozen Elites and a Champion, but they were all killed by Rayquaza like cutting melons and vegetables.
And in rage Rayquaza even flew to the sky of Celestria, and turned an important economic city of Celestria into ruins.
Because of that the humans had unfortunately seen the horror of a First-class Legendary, and that the other party was completely capable of easily destroying a country.
At present, there were five known Champions in Drakoria. And these five were Drakoria's nuclear deterrent to other countries.
"That's my boy, I will sign it."
Jake smiled, and signed the application form, Tina also signed it.
Julian folded the application form again according to the original traces and put it in his trouser pocket.
"Alright, I'm going to my room. By the way, let Grandpa send Beldum over quickly. I'll be a trainer tomorrow."
After speaking, Julian went upstairs.
Tina heard that, and immediately went into the kitchen to cut up some fruits for Julian to take it upstairs.
"Why does this brat wants a Beldum from father's one, my Metagross is also very good, okay? Right, Metagross?"
Jake muttered quietly, but when he turned his head, he saw that Metagross was burying its head in the food, eating happily, and it hadn't heard him at all.
"Father's Metagross has the strength of a pseudo-Champion, while your Metagross is just an Elite."
Tina rolled her eyes.
A Pokémon's growth potential had a lot to do with the strength of its parent.
There was definitely a difference between the descendant of a pseudo-Champion Pokémon and a descendant of an Elite one.
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The next day Julian took the breakfast prepared by Love (Indeedee) and went to school. When there was still some distance to cover, he got out of the car and let the Maybach leave first.
Now wasn't the time to reveal his identity. When the third year of high school started, and his Beldum was revealed, it wouldn't be too late for them to know.
At eight o'clock in the morning, everyone in the class had already arrived, and the head teacher also walked in at the exact time. Three people in the Trainer Association uniforms followed him, along with two Pokémon who helped carry things, Machoke.
"Students, they are the staff of the Lake City Trainer's Association. Anyone who wants to enter the Trainer class in the third year of high school, come here, bring up the form you brought back yesterday, and they will approve it for you."
There were forty students in Julian's class, but only fifteen of them walked over. The others were either staring or indifferent.
Trainer was a career that burned money, and ordinary families couldn't afford it.
The application form stated Julian's name, date of birth, home address, and parents.
When the staff member saw the names of his parents, they showed a surprised expression and looked up at Julian, who blinked hastily.
The staff member understood and meticulously entered Julian's form into the system.
"Okay, next," the staff member said.
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"Ding~"
"Congratulations to the host for registering as a Trainer, the Trainer system is officially active."
"Rewarding Starter Pack: Probing Eyes"
"200 bonus points"
"Ding~"
"Main Quest: Get a starter Pokémon."
"Mission Reward: The Power of Aura, 500 Points."
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An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in Julian's mind, and after showing a little surprise on his face, it turned into indifference.
'Let me just say, a thing like transmigration has happened, how could there be no system.'
It turned out that this system couldn't appear until he signed up for the Trainer class.
However, this system had too few things in the Starter Pack, just one skill—other systems had so many good things in them.
'Probing Eyes? what is it?'
Confused, Julian set his sight on the two Machoke.
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Pokémon: Machoke (Fighting)
Level: 29
Potential: Yellow
Ability: Guts
Held Item: none
Gender: Male
Moves: Leer, Low Kick, Focus Energy, Revenge, Low Sweep, Knock Off, Scary Face, Vital Throw
TMs: Mega Punch, Mega Kick, Fire Punch, Ice Punch
Egg Moves: none