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Tristen listened on to Matteo as he told about some of the going ons in Paldea. Ms. Dendra close to the gym leader in Alfornada? That was interesting. Then again, it was probably expected. With the Victory Road route seemingly running under the jurisdiction of the academy, it effectively seemed as if the gym leaders were teachers in and of themselves. Or at least at this point is what Tristen is assuming given everything. He’d probably talk to his adoptive father later about it.

With the bell ringing, Matteo would give his goodbyes to Tristen, Tristen returning the notion to him. He’d see him tomorrow during Mr. Salvatore’s class during the second period. Speaking of whom, Tristen made it a note to stop by Mr. Salvatore’s classroom if he was available to get a bit more help on his make-up work for his class. While it wasn’t going to be due tomorrow, now that he thought about it, he wasn’t really given any due date on it, he still wanted to try to get it some of it down so he could be relatively on speed with the rest of the class. Following that, errands that he wanted to go take care of. One of which would be seeing about getting GRAY that discontinued Rotophone. The more Tristen thought about it, he was left to wonder if he would be able to get away with getting one, never mind explain why he would want a discontinued one without the Rotom in it as opposed to a new one. Never mind that Tristen has his own SNAG. That was probably going to take a fair bit of explaining and maybe give someone something to be open to the idea. Then after that, simply just to stop by the nearest Pokémon center near the academy to get his Tera Orb recharged after all this time.

Tristen would start making his way off the field then made his way off back inside of the academy, going to see Mr. Salvatore once again if he was available.

Tristen would traverse the halls and find his way back to Mr. Salvatore’s classroom once again, knocking on the door to make his presence known. He seen the Pokémon and Mr. Salvatore there tending to the Pokémon. “Hello, Mr. Salvatore. Uh, yes sir, I was wanting to go back over the stuff we talked about yesterday again just to make sure that I am getting it. It was pretty hard yesterday, though. I was wanting to see about trying to get at least some of the assignments that you gave me finished before I go to bed tonight so I can at least turn some of it in to you tomorrow in class.” Tristen explained to the Language teacher. As he made his way in, getting a better look of the Pokémon , Tristen started to realize what exactly it was. “Isn’t that a Galarian Meowth? I’ve seen a couple of those before. You made trips to the Galar region too, Mr. Salvatore?”

“Well, sir, its more of the same yesterday. Every time it looked like I was getting it, but when as we went on, something threw my understanding off track. It happened a few times through that hour yesterday we spent together. What’s worse, after I was done from here yesterday afternoon, between an errand I needed to go on and having to do, some Mr. Hassell’s homework that was due today and some of Ms. Raifort’s homework, I have to admit I didn’t get too much of an opportunity to work on your make-up work.” Tristen said, a bit regretful. Which that reminded him…there was Ms. Raifort’s report for tomorrow as well that he didn’t factor too much into his agenda today. At this rate, he was going to be up a good chunk of the night trying to do all of this. Suddenly he started missing working on stuff back at Snagem. At least there was some leeway there. “Anyways, I was wanting to review over what we did yesterday and make sure that I do have it down pat and then I want to try going on my own from there.”

Tristen tried to pay close attention to Mr. Salvatore’s impromptu lecture, going over the worksheets that he had and referred back to the text book. It was a wonder to the Manectric hybrid that common phrases they were, they were still baffling. It was perhaps the whole formality part to it, by chance? Paldean for instance had phrases that he understood that ended masculine and feminine, which sounded odd, but it was what it was. It almost felt like it doubled the entire dictionary just on its own. Then comes Kalosian, which effectively tells Paldea ‘Tiens mon soda.’. It was a wonder as Tristen went on and studied over the language just how language just came into fruition to begin with. Then the impromptu quiz. Listening to Mr. Salvatore, Tristen had to think on that for a second. In class, but not outside? It felt like a trick question somewhat. Maybe not ‘comment allez vouz’ since while technically it was in his ‘work’ setting, it was more towards his friends, or subsequently his peers in class, and it was in class, and not beyond the school. So the semi-formal one, right? “Uh, its ‘comment vas tu?’” Tristen answered Mr. Salvatore. It made the most sense to him.

Tristen, relieved that he managed to get the question right, started to feel a little more confident about the assignment given to him now. As he continued on, getting the impromptu lecture, it still looked rather daunting, even with this new understanding of the language. But it wasn’t as bad as it looked before. Maybe he could have a fair bit of his make-up work done to turn into Mr. Salvatore by tomorrow like he wanted to. “Thank you, Mr. Salvatore.” Tristen said starting to get his things together to stash in his pack. “See you in class tomorrow.” It wouldn’t take long after Mr. Salvatore leaving the class room before Tristen found his way out the door himself, checking the door to find the locking mechanism, locking the door and heading out.

With that after-school lesson now under him, it was time to run the errands that he needed before he settled into his dorm for the evening. He would pull out his SNAG for a second to check the clock. Pokémon centers were open at all times so the Tera Orb wasn’t that dire to be taken care of, and he had perhaps until late tonight to see about his history report, but he wasn’t so much as sure about seeing about looking into that discontinued Rotom phone. He figured to go on ahead and take care of that first. Tristen, unfortunately, didn’t quite know where to actually get one of them however. He figured his best lead at this point was back towards the front of the academy, where the library was at. Namely, the information and reception desk where he ended up signing up for the tournament roughly three weeks ago and give him an idea as to where to look, if there was anywhere to look.

Stashing his SNAG, He would walk off from Mr. Salvatore’s classroom, down the halls, and on his way to the reception desk, all the while trying to figure out how to explain that he wanted a Rotophone without the Rotom.

Making his way down the stairs and off to the desk. It was far from the massive bustle of academy hours. Students mostly have either recused back to their dorms or went off around Mezagoza to do whatever they felt to do. Once he arrived at the desk, he was greeted by the receptionist. Tristen had to take a quick breath to himself. He hadn’t fully worked out as to how to explain to anyone the situation. “Uh, hey there. Um…I know this is going to sound like a crazy question and all, but do you know anywhere that I can get a hold of a Rotophone that’s no longer being used. Obsolete, rather? Something without the Rotom in it?” Tristen asked the desk receptionist.

Tristen couldn’t help but to sweatdrop for a moment as the woman walked off to go check to find any obsolete phone. Someone actually tried what Tristen and GRAY was looking to do? When did that even happen? And why would a regular Porygon need it unlike GRAY who literally couldn’t exist outside of a computer device? Questions among questions. When she came back with the old Rotophone, Tristen was left astonished over how big this thing was. A wonder how technology had advanced all this time. Then again, that he could recall, the Rotom Dexes back in Alola weren’t exactly compact either. Maybe the Rotom itself had to do more with the portability of the device than anything. “This should be fine, thank you.” He said. “Do you want this back for recycling by chance? Or is there anything that you want me to do with it when I am done?” he then asked the receptionist.