Dinner that evening was quieter,Derek's absence was notable, and when Micah asked Matt about it, his expression turned diplomatic.

  "Derek is taking a mandatory three-day cooling-off period. Working remotely from his residence, supervised training on appropriate workplace conduct." Matt's tone made clear the discussion was closed. "just Focus on your own development."

  After dinner, Micah worked up his courage and sent a message to Maxie, Need to discuss something when you have time. About the tournament and Bellatrix. No emergency, just want guidance.

  The response came within minutes, My office, 7 PM. Bring Bellatrix.

  Maxie's office was located in the administrative section, a space that reflected its occupant, organized, efficient, filled with geological samples and research materials but nothing frivolous or decorative. The researcher sat behind a desk covered in papers and data tablets, reviewing something with focused intensity.

  "Come in," he said without looking up. "Sit. Give me thirty seconds to finish this calculation."

  Micah settled into the visitor's chair, Bellatrix positioning herself nearby. He watched Maxie work, noting the precision of his note-taking, the speed of his analysis. This was what mastery looked like,complex problems solved with practiced efficiency.

  "Alright," Maxie said finally, setting aside his work and giving Micah his full attention. "The tournament. You're wondering if using Bellatrix is appropriate."

  "How did you,"

  "Process of elimination. Donny is still too young, you have no other Pokémon, and I know Phoebe announced the tournament today. You're too thoughtful to register without considering the ethical implications." Maxie's expression was neutral. "So. What are your specific concerns?"

  Micah organized his thoughts. "Bellatrix is on loan for security purposes. Using her in a tournament,even a friendly one,feels like it might be disrespecting that purpose. Like I'd be treating her as a tool for my advancement rather than a professional doing her assigned job."

  "Good instinct. That concern demonstrates appropriate respect for Bellatrix's role and autonomy." Maxie leaned back, steepling his fingers. "However, consider the counter-argument, Bellatrix is a trained battle Pokémon. Her skills include combat capability that extends beyond pure defense. Participating in supervised matches maintains her combat readiness, provides valuable experience in new battle formats, and allows her to exercise capabilities that pure security work doesn't fully utilize."

  "So you think I should participate?"

  "I think you should ask Bellatrix directly what she prefers." Maxie's gaze shifted to the Houndour. "She's intelligent, experienced, and perfectly capable of indicating her preferences. If she's willing to participate, your ethical concerns are addressed. If she declines, you respect that decision and sit this tournament out."

  It seemed so obvious in retrospect. Micah turned to Bellatrix, who had been listening to the entire conversation with focused attention.

  "Bellatrix," he said formally. "Would you be willing to participate in the tournament with me? It would mean supervised battles, multiple matches potentially, and me giving you commands in combat situations. I'll understand completely if you'd rather not,your primary job is security, and that remains your priority regardless."

  The Houndour stood, moved to position herself directly between Micah and Maxie, and gave a single, decisive bark. Her tail,usually held in neutral position,swayed once. Her eyes held something that might have been enthusiasm, or at least professional interest.

  "I believe that's a yes," Maxie observed with faint amusement. "Bellatrix has been on pure security detail for three months now. I imagine she's ready for some actual combat engagement. Good for maintaining her skills and preventing boredom."

  Relief flooded through Micah. "So I can register us?"

  "You can. With caveats." Maxie's expression turned more serious. "First, Bellatrix's primary function remains security. If something happens that requires her professional attention,an actual threat, an emergency situation,that takes absolute priority over tournament matches. You'll need to be prepared to forfeit a match if necessary."

  "Understood."

  "Second, You're inexperienced as a battle commander. Bellatrix is not. She'll compensate for your tactical limitations to a degree, but you need to develop actual command skills. That means studying type matchups, move interactions, basic battle strategy. Don't rely solely on her experience."

  "I'll study. I promise."

  "Third, This tournament is a learning opportunity, not a proving ground. Winning would be nice, but it's not the goal. The goal is developing your command capabilities, building rapport with Bellatrix in combat situations, and gaining experience with competitive battle formats." Maxie's tone softened slightly. "Derek's comments yesterday were inappropriate and inaccurate. You don't need to prove yourself through tournament victory. You prove yourself through consistent good work, which you've already been demonstrating."

  The words settled into Micah's chest, warm and grounding. "Thank you. That helps."

  "Good. Now go register before Matt's deadline passes. And Micah?" Maxie pulled his work back toward him, already returning to his calculations. "Start studying tonight. You have five days before first-round matches. Use them wisely."

  Micah left the office feeling lighter, more confident. He had permission, he had support, and he had a plan. Back in his room, he immediately pulled up his PokeNav and sent a message to Matt, Registering for the tournament. Pokémon, Bellatrix (Houndour). Confirmed with Maxie.

  The response came quickly, Excellent! That brings us to twenty-two participants. I'll add you to the bracket. First-round matchings will be announced Monday morning. Good luck!

  Micah set his device aside and looked at Bellatrix, who had resumed her standard position by the door. "We're doing this. Me and you. Partners in battle, not just security."

  The Houndour's ear flicked,acknowledgment without breaking her vigilant scan of the room's perimeter.

  "Right then," Micah said, pulling up battle strategy resources on his PokeNav. "Let's get to work."

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  The next three days passed in a blur of data analysis work and intensive battle strategy study. Micah threw himself into both with equal focus, determined to prove,to himself as much as anyone,that he could handle multiple demanding responsibilities simultaneously.

  Mornings and early afternoons were dedicated to Phoebe's division work. They completed the statistical analysis, compiled comprehensive documentation, and prepared visualization materials that would help Phoebe present her findings. Matt praised their efficiency repeatedly, noting they'd finished in half the projected timeline.

  "You three work well together," he observed on Thursday afternoon, reviewing their final report. "Different strengths, but they complement rather than conflict. Kira's marine biology background catches technical issues, Lucas's systematic documentation ensures traceability, and Micah's pattern recognition identifies anomalies. That's good team dynamics."

  The praise felt earned, which made it more satisfying than simple flattery. They had produced genuinely useful research materials through collaborative effort and careful attention to detail.

  But Micah's evenings were consumed by battle preparation. He studied type matchup charts until he could recite them from memory, Dark/Fire meant resistance to Fire, Steel, Ghost, Dark, Ice, and Psychic attacks; weakness to Fighting, Ground, Rock, and Water moves. Bellatrix's likely moveset,he couldn't know for certain without asking Maxie, but based on her apparent experience level, probably Ember or Flamethrower for Fire-type attacks, Bite or Crunch for Dark-type, maybe Smog for coverage and Thunder Fang as an unexpected option against Water-types.

  He watched battle footage from previous facility tournaments, analyzing strategies and identifying common patterns. Most matches followed predictable structures, type advantage users trying to secure quick knockouts, defensive specialists trying to wear opponents down through attrition, balanced teams attempting tactical flexibility.

  Bellatrix's combination of offensive capability and high special defense suggested a hit-and-run approach,exploit type advantages aggressively, use superior speed to maintain positioning advantage, and leverage Dark-type immunity to Psychic moves for tactical superiority against specific opponents.

  But all the theory in the world wouldn't matter if Micah couldn't actually command effectively under pressure. Battle required split-second decision-making, adaptation to unexpected tactics, and clear communication with your Pokémon partner.

  On Friday evening, he convinced Kira to help him practice. They found an empty training arena in the facility's basement level,a space designed for supervised Pokémon battles, with reinforced walls and safety barriers.

  "This is weird," Kira admitted, releasing her Corphish. "I've never battled someone who's using a loaned Pokémon before. Feels like you have an unfair advantage,Bellatrix is clearly way more experienced than either of our partners."

  "Which is why this is practice, not competition," Micah replied, trying to project confidence he didn't entirely feel. "I need to get comfortable giving commands, and you need battle experience for your Corphish. We both benefit."

  They established ground rules, no knockout attempts, stop immediately if either Pokémon showed signs of serious distress, and Matt would supervise to ensure safety. Then they took positions on opposite sides of the arena.

  "Ready?" Matt called from the referee position.

  "Ready," they both confirmed.

  "Begin!"

  Kira moved first. "Corphish, Bubble Beam!"

  The Water-type opened its pincers, releasing a stream of pressurized bubbles toward Bellatrix. Micah's mind raced,Water-type move, super effective against Fire-types, but Bellatrix had the speed advantage and could probably dodge,

  "Bellatrix, dodge right and use Ember!"

  The Houndour moved before he finished the command, already anticipating the order. She slipped sideways with practiced ease, the Bubble Beam missing by inches, and countered with a stream of small flames that caught Corphish across its shell.

  Not very effective,Water resisted Fire,but it demonstrated the speed differential clearly. Bellatrix was simply faster, more experienced, more tactically aware.

  "Again!" Kira called. "Bubble Beam, rapid fire!"

  Corphish adjusted its aim, tracking Bellatrix's movement and firing multiple bursts. Micah felt panic trying to creep in,should he call for another dodge? A different attack? Try to close distance?

  "Agility!" he called, remembering the move from his study sessions. "Build speed!"

  Bellatrix's form blurred, her already-impressive speed increasing as the move took effect. The Bubble Beams couldn't track her as effectively,she was simply too fast, weaving between attacks with fluid grace.

  "Now close distance! Bite!"

  The Houndour charged, crossing the arena in a heartbeat and clamping powerful jaws on Corphish's shoulder. The Water-type shrieked,not serious pain, but definite discomfort. Dark-type moves were neutral against Water/Normal typing, but Bellatrix's experience showed in the precision of the attack.

  "Corphish, Harden! Then Vice Grip!"

  Kira was adapting, trying to leverage her Pokémon's defensive capabilities. Corphish's shell gleamed as the Defense boost took effect, then its pincers clamped around Bellatrix's foreleg.

  "Break free!" Micah shouted. "Smog!"

  Bellatrix released toxic purple gas directly into Corphish's face, forcing the Water-type to release its grip and scramble backward, coughing and disoriented.

  "That's enough," Matt called. "Both of you did well. Micah, your command timing is improving,you're starting to anticipate rather than just react. Kira, good adaptation when your initial strategy wasn't working. Corphish, Bellatrix, excellent work. Take five minutes to recover."

  They both recalled their Pokémon, letting them rest in their Pokéballs while they discussed the match.

  "You're getting better," Kira observed. "First few commands were hesitant, but you found your rhythm once you stopped overthinking. Bellatrix knows what she's doing,trust her instincts more."

  "That's the hard part," Micah admitted. "I want to give good commands, but I'm scared of ordering something stupid that puts her in danger."

  "Welcome to training," Kira said with a slight smile. "That fear is healthy,it means you care about your partner's wellbeing. Just don't let it paralyze you. Better to make a questionable call decisively than to freeze up and make no call at all."

  They ran two more practice matches, each one helping Micah build confidence and familiarity with combat commanding. By the end, he was anticipating Kira's strategies, calling attacks without hesitation, and beginning to develop actual tactical thinking rather than just reactive responses.

  "Much better," Matt declared as they finished. "You're ready for the tournament, Micah. You won't win every match,probably won't win most matches, honestly, given your experience level. But you'll be competitive, and that's what matters for learning purposes."

  Friday night, alone in his room with Donny dozing on the bed and Bellatrix at her post, Micah made another journal entry,

  Day 12, Tournament registration complete. First matches are Monday. I'm nervous but also kind of excited? Kira helped me practice,we ran three matches and I got progressively less terrible at commanding.

  The data analysis project wrapped up today. Phoebe praised our work, said it was exactly what she needed for field prep. That felt good. Concrete evidence that I'm contributing something valuable.

  Been studying type matchups and battle strategy every night. My head is full of information about move priorities, stat modifiers, strategic frameworks. Hope I can actually remember it when I'm in the arena with adrenaline pumping.

  Bellatrix seems... engaged? More animated than usual, like she's looking forward to actual combat after months of pure security duty. That's reassuring. At least one of us is confident.

  Derek still hasn't returned. Matt says he's on "cooling off" period but won't give details. Part of me hopes he doesn't come back,he made everything more stressful. But part of me wants to face him in the tournament, prove I belong through actual competition rather than just avoiding conflict.

  Mom sent another letter. Farm is stable, sold two more acres but keeping the core property. Dad's Rhyhorn is apparently helping train some neighbor's kid's Geodude. They sound okay. I miss them but also... I'm glad I'm here. This feels right, even when it's hard.

  Monday, first round. Don't embarrass yourself, Micah. Don't freeze up. Just do what you've been practicing.

  He closed the journal, set his alarm, and tried to sleep. But his mind kept running through battle scenarios, imagining opponents and strategies, rehearsing commands and contingencies.

  Eventually exhaustion claimed him, pulling him down into dreams where Bellatrix moved through darkness like living shadow and Micah's voice rang clear and certain across imagined battlefields.

  When morning came, he'd be ready.