Pokemon: Reborn Rich Alternate Earth
Chapter 609: Cat And Dog War

Before it was even seven o'clock, more than a dozen dog Pokémon had already gathered at the villa's entrance.

There were Arcanine, Growlithe, Granbull, Houndoom, Mightyena, Herdier, Stoutland, Furfrou, and Smeargle.

Uh... Smeargle, are you really supposed to be here?

Julian yawned as he walked out in his Lucario pajamas, looking at the crowd of dogs at the gate. 'Making such a ruckus first thing in the morning—aren’t you afraid I’ll just stew you all in one pot?'

The dogs were barking non-stop, shouting things like “Boss!” and “President!”

“You’re looking for Arcanine, huh?”

Julian finally figured out why they were being so noisy—turns out they were here to see Arcanine.

All the dogs nodded in unison.

“When did that mutt become the president?” Julian muttered.

Arcanine was the vice president of the Dog Club. But now these mutts were calling him the president. Had he been promoted?

Of course, it could also just be that the dogs had high emotional intelligence—calling the vice president "President," like how people might refer to a vice principal as "Principal" or a deputy as the main leader.

"Hold on, I’ll go get it."

Julian was speechless. These dogs were being so loud, yet Arcanine seemed completely oblivious.

He walked to the backyard and saw Arcanine lying in its doghouse, legs in the air, snoring with its mouth slightly open and half its tongue hanging out. Clearly, the guy was sleeping like a log.

Julian suddenly grinned mischievously and said to Gengar, “Go grab a lemon from the kitchen.”

"Gehehe~"

Gengar floated off giggling, and came back shortly with half a lemon.

Holding the lemon, Julian gave it a light squeeze over Arcanine’s mouth, letting the juice drip down bit by bit.

Arcanine smacked its lips—probably dreaming about something tasty.

The next second, its tightly shut eyes flew open. A flood of sour saliva gushed out, dripping onto the doghouse below and even soaking the high-quality Fire Stones beneath it.

"HAHAHA!"

"GEHEHEHE!"

Julian and Gengar clutched their stomachs, laughing.

Arcanine kept flapping its tongue, too overwhelmed by the sourness to bother retaliating against these two troublemakers.

After a while, once the discomfort eased, Arcanine finally got its revenge by licking Julian’s face all over. As for Gengar? Well, the ghost had turned invisible—no way to find it.

"Those dogs outside are looking for you. Go check it out."

Julian took a towel from Magearna and vigorously wiped his face.

Meanwhile, Arcanine finally heard its underlings calling and remembered its important business for the day.

Today was the big fight against the Cat Club—how could it have almost forgotten?

"Arf!"

Arcanine: “Vice President, you coming or not? With you, we’re sure to win!”

The "Vice President" it was referring to—was Lucario.

Julian was quite surprised. He never expected the usually steady and composed Lucario to have gotten mixed up with Arcanine—even becoming the vice president of the Dog Club.

'Lucario actually got led astray by Arcanine? Damn, my dog’s impressive.'

Noticing Julian’s gaze, Lucario’s face darkened. "Vice president"? It had never even agreed to join the damn club! After Arcanine became the Dog Club’s president, it had unilaterally appointed Lucario as vice president without even asking.

With a swift motion, a bone staff materialized in Lucario’s hands. It glared at Arcanine—if that dog dared say one more word, it wouldn’t hesitate to 'enforce some canine discipline'.

Seeing its "vice president" in such a foul mood, Arcanine drooped its ears in disappointment and slunk away—but not before making sure to swipe some Pokéblocks from Julian.

'After we beat the Cat Club, these treats will be rewards for the top performers.'

"This actually seems kinda fun," Julian muttered under his breath before asking, "So, Vice President, do you know where they’re fighting?"

Lucario: ಠ_ಠ

In the end, under the 'vice president’s' reluctant guidance, Julian arrived at Crescent Lake in the Trainer Academy.

The lake, named for its crescent-moon shape, was home to many wild Water-type Pokémon. Some trainers even released their own Water-types here to roam freely.

By the lakeside, Arcanine and the Dog Club were already squared off against Persian and the Cat Club.

The Cat Club’s members included Persian, Meowstic, Delcatty, Glameow, Luxray, and—naturally—every single Eeveelution.

If Smeargle could join the Dog Club, then having the Eeveelutions—like Espeon and Flareon—join the Cat Club? Makes perfect sense. No further questions.

The Dog Club had around twenty members, while the Cat Club boasted nearly forty.

Just in terms of numbers, the dogs were completely outmatched.

“Vice President, aren’t you gonna step in and show some support?”

Lucario: "Say one more word, and I’m throwing you into the lake."

Julian immediately shut his mouth—this vice president clearly couldn’t take a joke.

But what really surprised him was Persian—the Cat Club’s president was actually Level 75, mid-Elite tier, the same as Arcanine.

"Whose Pokémon is that Persian?" Julian asked curiously.

“It belongs to the new Vice Dean, Daniel Turner,” a nearby student answered.

The epic clash between cats and dogs had naturally drawn a crowd. Hundreds of students had gathered around Crescent Lake to watch, already split into two factions—Team Dog and Team Cat.

Some trainers even had their own Pokémon participating in the battle, just like Julian’s Arcanine. Naturally, they were there to cheer their partners on.

"Wait, my uncle is the vice dean now?" Julian muttered under his breath.

The student who had just answered him had been about to introduce himself—but upon hearing Julian's remark, he immediately decided he didn’t want to talk to this guy anymore.

Unless it was just a coincidence of names, this "Daniel Turner" had to be Julian’s second uncle.

Now that he thought about it, he had heard that the Trainer Academy's previous vice dean had retired recently—he just never expected his uncle to be the replacement.

But given his uncle’s strength, being vice dean was almost underqualified for him. He could easily be the head dean if he wanted.

'So that Persian belongs to Uncle…'

Meanwhile, Arcanine was already strategizing—figuring out how to take down Persian as quickly as possible once the fight started.

Originally, the Dog Club had been dominating the Cat Club. But ever since this Persian showed up out of nowhere, the Cat Club had rapidly expanded its ranks. With more cats came more power, and the tide began to shift.

Smeargle, gripping its sketchpad, was ready to capture the upcoming battle in art—though if the dogs started losing, it was fully prepared to grab its supplies and bolt.

Just then—splash!

A Magikarp leaped out of the lake—as if signaling the start of the battle.

"ARF!"

Arcanine: "Alright, boys! Let’s teach these backstabbing cats a lesson!"

"PER!"

Persian: "Show these mutts who really rules this planet!"

In an instant, the two factions clashed by the lakeshore.

No moves were used—they all knew that would risk damaging the area, not to mention the crowd of onlookers.

This was a pure, old-fashioned brawl.

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