17. Unexpected.

"My name is Robert." The old man introduces himself.

"Ryan." I say shaking his hand.

"So how long have you been a trainer?" Robert asks as we head over to a table at the cafeteria.

"A little over a week honestly." I tell him.

"And how many partners do you have?"

"Oh just two, a fire type named Amber and then Stella who I got today." I smile at the man and order myself a cheese burger.

"Not heading out to capture more?" He asks with a curious tone.

"Nope, I wanted to get a nice stable training schedule going first and get to know my partner better before introducing more. You know, read up on the dungeons, get a few more moves under their belt, do some training myself so I'm not a useless tag along. Heading out without planning things just seems dangerous to me." I admit.

"Ah I wish my grandson was like you. You know he is the reason I'm here right now. Made me so angry I nearly had a heart attack!" He says with an angry look on his face. "I went to the auction because i was planning to get him a few nice items for his trainer journey. I have been planning this for a while you know? But you know what this little bastard did?"

"No sir." I ask eager to hear what would cause someone to almost have a heart attack.

"He told me he didn't want to become a trainer, that he would just stay at home as he didn't want to travel the world he just wants to play video games and jerk off to cartoon girls." The old man said angrily his face turning red.

Ooh what a blow.

"That fat little bastard does nothing but laze around all day on the computer, make messes, treat me with disrespect. You know he even dropped out of school and refuses to go back and he stole from me to buy some dolls." Robert is practically fuming at this point. "And after everything I did for that boy, he tells me to fuck off and he isnt going."

The old man waves into the air and the next minute a woman in a secretary suit walks over wheeling a trunk behind her and sets it next to the table.

"I planned to donate all the stuff I bought for him but I figured you could use it more, you seem like a good child. Tell me do you know what a specialist fighter is?" He asks.

I just now notice a bunch of what appears to be guards looking at us in fancy looking equipment with communicators. I'm wondering what the hell I got myself into.

"No sir."

He nods his head. "Well a specialist fighter is a fighter specifically trained by the military to guard important clients. Unlike the starters you can get from the lab which come at E-Rank with E-Rank skills who are trained a few weeks. Specialists are trained a few years and given incredible resources. Do you know who I am?" He asks.

"No sir." I respond respectfully as I hadn't really met any powerful people in my life and didn6t want to offend the old man. I don't feel like getting shot...does this world even have guns.

"Doesn't matter, anyway I pulled a couple of strings and ordered a fighter type specialist to maybe help whip my grandson into shape and keep him safe you know? Specialist start out at B-Rank combat skills I figured that would be a good head start for him. She was also trained to help teach martial arts, prepare meals, kill if needed. You know what my brat of a grandson said when I tried to introduce them? He said she wasn't his waifu and that Loli is life and he doesn't want some tomboy whatever that means." Robert is positively fuming.

I'm just sweating heavily wondering if I should call the cops.

Robert takes a couple of deep breaths. "Anyway, since he doesn't need this stuff as I'm going to be sending his fat ass to military academy." He picks it up the trunk and puts it on the table before sliding it over towards me. He also passes me a black and gold ball. I recognize it from the game as a Luxury ball helps build friendship with pokemon in the game, I dunno what it does here. "I'm going to give you all the things I bought for him. This way it won't go to waste as I can't exactly give these things back or I would look like a fool." he says sheepishly.

I open my mouth to object however he just waves his hand in the air. "No need to try to give it back, it's all yours now son. Anyway I've got to get going seems I've worked myself into a fit once more and my secretary is glaring at me." He says with a chuckle. "I hope to hear about you doing great things in the future Ryan." he stands up and claps my shoulder before walking off and leaving the case behind.

Meanwhile I'm just slack jawed in shock.

"Dude what the fuck? There are people like that in this world too?" I look at the ball in my hand and the fancy case on the table, it's much better quality than mine. Pulling out my communicator I open it up to look for what kind it is only to find out that its military grade and can't be bought. As for the Luxury ball, the cheapest one I could find was $120,000 and I nearly crapped my pants in shock.

Sweating heavily I quickly register the ball before I get my fucking ass robbed and hide it in my pouch muffling the communicator for safety.

I grab the trunk and quickly speed walk towards the bathroom where I hide myself in a stall and dump it into the internal world.

I know all about what happens if you show off expensive goods. You get your ass fucking robbed or killed! It's not just a little bit of money either, that ball alone was worth more than my entire bank account.