[Not a power fantasy] Reborn as a guy in swim trunks, inheriting the family’s cheerleading gym.
With help from the System, Iori vows to become a master and guide all living things.
You like your childhood friend but lack confidence?
Don’t worry, I’ll teach you the three classic tea-art techniques!
Want to get rich overnight?
With luck that bad, you still think you can dream? Get lost!
A certain Pokemon that can’t fly: “Master…”
Iori: “You’re beyond saving. Just wait to die. I’m out!”
A Legendary Pokemon roared: “Take my Precipice Blades! Drop dead!”
After a long, intimate exchange, a certain cheerleading gym owner rose from the ruins, feeling pleased.
Another day filled with hope~
[A travel-focused story: the blurb is short, but it’s about a certain schemer spreading love and hope through the Pokemon world.]
I'll come first. I'm thick-skinned. I'll give myself five stars~ The person who refuted it is my wife≧∇≦! I had a brainstorm today and clicked on the recommendation. It doesn't matter whether this book can make me eat a chicken drumstick every day. No matter how much it is, I will donate 10% of my monthly manuscript fee. I will post it as proof [take a closer look] The computer has been sent. I have a break on May Day~
Isn't there that unscientific invisibility cloak? I think we can accumulate more elf skills through black chicken soup to obtain a permanent elf identity.