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Mustard would smile at Reno's question, it was a good one and one he had received before so he expected it somewhat. "You are correct, this dojo and the Isle of Armor is not part of the Galar League, instead only those of note are allowed on the island and even fewer of them are accepted into this dojo so I guess you could say you are all a privileged lot." Mustard laughed to himself. "After all, not everyone gets to train under a former Champion." He said, slyly grinning at Reno as he revealed his former status. The entire room, save for Honey and Avery, seemed surprised by this revelation. "So to properly answer your question my status as a former Champion, and the experience it comes with, grants me the tools needed to vet possible Gym Leaders for the league. At least that's what they say! I think they just gave this old geezer a busy work job to get him to step out of the limelight for the young blood!" He said with a laugh, mostly joking.

"Besides that our dojo is famous for teaching two styles of martial arts, those being Bajiquan or Single Strike Style and Mantis or Multi Strike Style. I suppose the names describe themselves." He nodded to himself. "But yes, little Kubfu here practices martial arts here at the dojo. In fact it is Kubfu's species that inspired these martial arts which the dojo was built again. I guess you could say his kind is very special."

"Now! If no one has anymore questions...let's eat!" Mustard declared happily and so the group of Psychics, plus Mustard and Honey, began to dig into the succulent stew Honey had prepared from the items they gathered. At first one would be right to be leery that the ingredients they brought could make anything good but just one bite would dispel any doubt as you were greeted by possible the most delicious thing you ever put in your mouth. As more and more was eaten one would feel filled with energy and strength, as if the stew banished the very concept of tiredness from your being. Was this from the Max Mushrooms they gathered? Maybe this was the true purpose of making this meal, to invigorate the Psychics, though that was ominous for what was to come next.

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"Ah~ That was delicious!" Mustard declared, leaning back in his chair and patting his belly, Kubfu mimicking him from his high chair. "So, do you kids enjoy the stew? Pretty good huh? My darling Honey is a master chef! Thank you dear for the delicious meal." He complicated his wife who was already going about cleaning up. "So, I bet all of you are feeling pretty good right about now, huh? Like you could run laps around this island. Am I wrong?" He asked with a devious smile.

"You intend for us to partake in a physically tasking challenge next, do you not?" Divit spoke up, already deducing that this meal of Max Mushroom stew was to prime them with something grueling, not that the Medicham hybrid was a stranger to physically demanding training, but he was already familiar with taking natural stimulants prior to such things.

Avery however looked to Divit and Mustard nervously, he was not cut out for physical stuff, even if he was feeling pretty strong right now.

Reno would only be able to stare across the table at Ter with a look of pure bewilderment and mild horror. "I asked him about the martial arts styles. Did....did you miss the part where I did that? Do we need to get you a CAT scan for tumors?" Reno quizzed, giving a look of concern to the other Snagem of the group. "Like...I can do the physical stuff fine but should we give him a medical check-up?" As he continued to speak, Reno would move himself around the table to where Ter was, doing his best to test the man's reactions to stimuli like Reno snapping his fingers or shining a light in his eyes. He had to be sure this wasn't anything serious, after all.

Called it on the money, apparently. Well, my daily exercises probably gave me a leg up over the majority of the participants, here. I couldn't even begin to assume I'd have an advantage over Reno, though, despite not knowing the first thing about how he spends his free time. I was fine without that knowledge, though - I should expect to be challenged by him no matter what at this point.

Shaking my head, I focused on the choice ahead of me, but there wasn't really a choice. The Single Strike Style being referred to as 'Dark Fist' was enough to not want to be involved with that, so my decision couldn't be easier to make. I stood to the right of Mustard, determined to disregard Reno's fake concern. "You didn't ask if it had anything to do with the upcoming challenge, just like I didn't ask any details about the dojo's fighting styles. Calm down."

I couldn't help but shoot Reno an odd look, basically saying "what kind of argument is that?" with my facial expression. "Putting aside how unreliable gazing into the future is, doing so would be INCREDIBLY bad sportsmanship, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if I were disqualified for attempting to do so." I explained. I wanted to go into more detail about how Gym Leaders were meant to be reliable to the communities their gyms are built within, but I didn't want to start a full-on rant while the dojo's leader was trying to organize the next challenge.