In the special perial Uy, there are only thirty coveted spots each year. Those who earn a pce here are among the best, having achieved outstandis throughout their high school careers.

  Julian had earned his spot by seg first p both the team and individual petitions of the Yale Provincial High School League. He also possessed a rare ability: the advanced Aura and intermediate Psychic, though only a select few were aware of the tter.

  Juliaraordinary abilities had earned him reition, but in this special css, he wasn't alone in having ualents.

  Several others in the css were simirly gifted. For instahere was Shen's Heart's Eye and another with Heart on.

  (T/N: some kind of ability that helps train and bond with dragon types easier, boosting their power)

  Others had achieved top rankings in their provincial high school leagues or even challenged city-level gyms while still in their final year of high school.

  Everyone here had a remarkable track record, and none of them had e to be sed-best.

  In a css full of gehe petition was fierce—each person believed they were the best, and the only goal worth pursuing was to be number one.

  Julian held student number 202201, making him not only the top student in the special css but also of the ech of students who ehis year.

  Naturally, his status drew the attention of many in the css. Some looked on with envy, others with skepticism, and a few with ht hostility.

  They didn't believe that Julian was necessarily better than them.

  True, Julian came from a powerful family, but so did many of them. The special css wasn't filled with ordinary students—most were from wealthy or iial families themselves.

  None of them felt inferior because of family status. The real question on everyone's mind was why Juliae their equal backgrounds, should be sidered the best.

  "Julian, you know people arely vinced with you getting no. ht?" Shen said with a smirk as she sat beside him.

  Despite her owraordinary ability, Shen was among the weaker members of the special css in terms of raw strength. If she hadn't awakened her powers, she likely wouldn't have made it into the css at all.

  Since she was sitting with Julian, the hostility directed at him was also spilling onto her.

  "Your spot as the top student/representative doesn't seem like it's going to be an easy ride," she added, with a gleeful expression.

  Although she couldn't beat Julian but if others could that's also good.

  Julian remained calm. "Looks like you'd rather join them," he said lightly.

  Shen hurriedly shook her head. "No way! I'm with you," she said, but her guilty expressiorayed her.

  Julian didn't o read minds to sense what Shen was thinking.

  'I feel your malicious iions.'

  Just then, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway outside, and a rge, imposing man in his thirties ehe .

  He surveyed the thirty students, nodded, and introduced himself, "I'm Frank, your homeroom teacher. Rock-type Elite Trainer."

  His words carried signifit weight. In Drakoria, there were hundreds of millions istered Trainers, but only around 500 had reached Elite status.

  Each Elite-level Trainer was a vital asset to Drakoria, part of the force that protected the nation from external threats and maintais strength on the world stage.

  Julian had entered pseudo-Elite Trainers before and eveed one, but this was only the third true Elite Trainer he had met, besides his father and grandfather.

  To have someone of Frank's caliber as their homeroom teacher was a clear indication of just how special the special css truly was.

  Elite Trainers were usually involved in expl high-level secret realms, perf national duties, or uaking high-stakes missions.

  The fact that Frank was here teag a css spoke volumes about the treatment and expectations pced oudents.

  Frank wasn't just ae Traiher—he had a sterliation among his peers.

  At Imperial Uy, there were only six Elite Trainers, and Frank ranked sed only to the Dean of the Trainer Academy.

  "As students in the special css, you'll face challenges from the regur students once a month," Frank tinued. "The loser will move down to the regur css, and the winner will take their p the special css."

  Most of the students had already heard this rule, but none of them believed they would ever lose to a "regur" student. The special css wasn't just for any students—they were from noble families, the elite, the best of the best.

  Losing to an ordinary student was unthinkable.

  "Now, let's choose a css monitor. Julian, as the representative, you take the position. The css monitor earns 1,000 credits per month."

  Julian had been about to dee, but when he heard the mention of 1,000 credits, he nodded.

  In uy, credits were the primary currency. Students could use them to purchase Pokémon, items, treasures, move CDs, and even hire one-on-one sessions with specialized teachers.

  But for Julian, the most valuable thing to acquire were the books in the school's library. As it had journals of experience recorded by pseudo-Elite ae trainers.

  While the Walker family was renowned for their expertise in training steel-type Pokémon, Juliahere was always more to learn from the experience of other Trainers, even those outside his family's sphere.

  Just as Frank finished his annou, one of the students stood up, his expression filled with defiance.

  "Teacher Frank, I disagree. The css monitor should be the stro person here, and I don't think that's Julian."

  Audent quickly stood up. "Yeah, me too. I think we should have a battle to decide."

  In total, six students stood up, each voig their opposition to Julian being appointed as the css monitor.

  The others remained seated, watg the frontation unfold with i.

  Frank turo Julian. "What do you say? If you don't want to be the monitor, I choose someone else."

  He kicked the ball in Julian's court. As the representative, if he didn't have a certain level of strength, he should go down as soon as possible.

  Trainer rofession that needed petition to improve.

  Julian stood up, his gaze steady. "Let's go to the battlefield."

  He khis challenge wasn't just about the position of css monitor.

  These students didn't care about that—they cared about proving themselves as strohan him, the representative.

  Julian was more than ready to accept their challenge. If they wanted a battle, he would gdly take them on, and he would make sure that afterward, there'd be no more doubts about his strength.

  Frank smiled slightly. Julian's fidence pleased him. This was what he expected from the best student in the special css.