Elite trainers occupy a revered status, esteemed by many as the pinnacle of achievement to which countless aspiring trainers aspire.
While pseudo-Elite Trainers may not reach the heights of their elite counterparts, they represent the ultimate goal for most, with some achieving this milestone in their twenties, while others may take until their fifties or sixties to arrive at the same point.
Within the trainer community, there is a significant gender imbalance, with male trainers vastly outnumbering their female counterparts.
Wren, 45 years old, became a pseudo-Elite Trainer at the age of 36, a milestone that fills her with pride.
Although she has only recently joined this battle club, her brash personality has already made her well-known among its members.
"What kind of person dares to challenge a pseudo-Elite now?"
When Wren noticed that Julian was wearing the uniform of Lake No. 1 High School, her disdain for him only deepened, despite his qualification to spar with her.
"A high school student—what level of strength can he possibly have?"
"I hope you maintain that cocky attitude a while later," Julian replied calmly as he made his way to the battlefield.
"You look foolish. Don't come crying to me you lose," Wren scoffed.
A staff member frowned and inquired, "Haven't you looked over the guest information we provided?"
"I glanced at it. It's just some rich kid; I'll take it easy," Wren replied dismissively as she headed toward the arena.
It was clear she had overlooked Julian's background, or her attitude would have been different.
The staff, not particularly fond of Wren himself, hoped she would face some challenges in her match.
"Choose a venue," the announcer called out.
As Julian and Wren positioned themselves at opposite ends of the arena, Julian was given the opportunity to select the venue type.
"This one will do," he said, opting for a standard field without any attribute bonuses.
Most public battlefields are designed this way due to the lower construction and maintenance costs compared to those with added bonuses.
"what a clueless rookie," Wren sneered, looking down on Julian, the wealthy kid who didn't even know how to choose a advantageous battleground.
Wren declared, sending out her ace Pokémon to teach Julian a lesson and remind him that challenging a pseudo-Elite is not a decision to be taken lightly.-
Pokémon: Steelix (Steel/Ground)
Moves: Thunder Fang, Fire Fang, Ice Fang, Tackle, Harden, Rock Throw, Dragon Breath, Stone Edge, Crunch, Dig, Iron Tail, Tackle
move Discs: Hyper Beam, Giga Impact, Protect, Sandstorm, Earthquake
Genetic Moves: Flail, Defense Curl
As he looked, Steelix's stats were impressive at first glance, and its moveset was undeniably exceptional, justifying its status as a pseudo-Elite Trump Card.
Noticing that Julian had yet to release her Pokémon, Wren assumed that her Steelix intimidated him, a wealthy second-generation who had lived a sheltered life.
This thought only intensified the smugness on her face.
Steelix stands out among Pokémon due to its considerable size, typically measuring around 9.2 meters in length.
With Wren's training, it appears to exceed 10 meters.
Pokémon like Steelix and Gyarados can easily dazzle novice trainers who lack experience.
Of course, both of these Pokémon are formidable in their own right.
Just then, a flash of white light revealed a striking Metagross a sleek silver figure boasting a discus-shaped body, thick legs akin to Beldum, and an "X"-shaped golden metal cross adorned on its face.
A different-colored Metagross emerged onto the field.
Pokémon: Metagross (Steel/Psychic)
Qualification: Purple
Moves: Tackle, Steel Beam, Confusion, Metal Claw, Bullet Punch, Flash Cannon, Magnet Rise, Psychic, Scary Face, Brick Break
Disc Moves: Iron Head, Zen Headbutt, Iron Defense, Protect, Light Screen, Psycho Cut, Shadow Ball, Gyro Ball, Psyshock
After more than six months of training, boosted by both system and family resources, Metang has finally evolved into Metagross, becoming a true Pseudo-Legendary Pokémon.
Its status has transformed from blue a pseudo-champion to purple a champion.
"Random Mission: Teach her to behave decent and defeat her with brute force."
"Task Reward: 500 points and a minor qualification enhancement potion (below cyan)."
Currently, none of Julian's four Pokémon have qualifications lower than cyan, meaning these quests primarily offer him points that are more useful.
Now at level 49, Metagross has attained the Advanced level.
While it hasn't reached the peak of that tier, its presence is more imposing than the pseudo-elite Steelix across the field.
With Metagross's emergence, Julian's previously relaxed demeanor shifted, and his expression darkened slightly.
"Metagross - and it's silver - this pokemon is…"
Wren stared in awe at the Pokémon that every trainer, especially those specializing in Steel and Psychic types, dreams of having.
Initially, she had thought he was just a privileged newcomer; she didn't expect him to be someone who disguises their true identity.
Though she was taken aback, Wren quickly composed herself.
She had encountered pseudo-legendaries before, but Julian's identity took her by surprise.
"It hasn't reached pseudo-elite status yet, so even this Pseudo-Legendary isn't a match for Steelix," Wren mused silently.
She understood that pseudo-legendaries were formidable.
At the same level, she might not want to engage in battle, but right now, the disparity in their levels was significant.
"Steelix, use Iron Tail!"
Wren initiated the attack.
Despite Steelix's massive size, it moved with remarkable agility.
In just the blink of an eye, it spanned the 100-meter field.
With its slender physique, the power of its Iron Tail surpassed that of ordinary Pokémon.
The air was charged with pressure as the Iron Tail swung through, creating explosive sounds, while Metagross showed no intention of dodging.
The system encouraged Julian to pursue the most aggressive tactics.
What does violence mean? For Metagross, it meant pure steel aggression.
As Iron Tail approached, Metagross finally reacted, raising its forearm to intercept the attack with a resonant metallic clash.
When the two moves collided, an immense surge of energy erupted.
Thankfully, the arena had a protective barrier, preventing the energy from spilling out; otherwise, trainers Wren and Julian would have been caught up in it.
"Is that the best you can do?" Julian remarked in disappointment as he surveyed Steelix.
Floating in the arena, Metagross held its ground against Steelix's Iron Tail with its forearm, displaying incredible stability without even a hint of sinking.
It was as though the colossal Iron Tail was no more threatening than a feather duster.