Chapter 12: Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice [12]
A Few Days Later
"Don't move, little kitty, just a bit more..."
In a seaside house, Stephen was drawing blood from Guiovanni's pet cat—the Persian.
The pampered feline, usually spoiled by Giovanni, nearly wanted to strike this pesky human down with a single blow. As the cherished pet of Team Rocket's leader, it usually roamed around the team without care, cradled and protected. However, in just these few days, Persian felt like it was being drained dry by this kid!
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Today should be the last time unless something unexpected happens," Stephen tried to reassure it.
"Have you made any progress, Stephen-kun?"
Giovanni asked, taking a sip of coffee and glancing over.
"It still requires some time, but we've run into a bottleneck in the research," Stephen replied as he carefully put Persiant's blood into a test tube, diluted it, and prepared for the next round of experiments. "What can be studied with blood is, after all, just research. The ultimate goal of research is application, but..."
At this point, Stephen glanced out the window at the beach tourists and their various Pokémon companions.
Hearing the word application, Giovanni immediately grasped Stephen's hesitation.
"Aren't there plenty in the suburbs? Do you want me to call someone to help you catch some? Or you could just go to a Pokemon store and buy one. Although it costs more, they're less aggressive."