January 7th, Thursday.

On this day, gaming content creator Natsume finally remembered his Nico Dou account.

The moment the video went live,

fans flocked in droves, pushing it into the top three of the category rankings—and the hype kept climbing.

"Like, favorite, and repost—Sun-Sand Team runs Venusaur."

After Natsume-sensei's signature catchphrase,

fans who hadn't ordered takeout paused to do so, while those who had clicked play immediately.

"I live for Natsume-sensei's videos during meals!"

"Outrageous! No moe commentary? Reupload this instant!"

"This one's advanced… can the newbies even keep up?"

Unlike his usual content,

the Sun-Sand Team was a weather-based strategy—and an expensive one at that.

Even in the diverse meta of the Master League, it was a rare sight.

But it was precisely this extreme difficulty

that left long-time viewers wide-eyed.

"Natsume-sensei's done with casual matches?"

"He's admitting it—the Master League is his stomping ground!"

"Ten years of weather teams unnoticed, one SubProtect Toxic strat and the world remembers."

Fans who'd doubted Natsume-sensei over SubProtect Toxic's simplicity were left speechless.

So you could run weather teams all along, and just trolled us with SubProtect Toxic?

Not only could he run them—he brought out two at once?!

It was like watching a meme streamer suddenly dominate the ranked ladder.

That's right. I, Natsume-sensei, am coming clean.

If he could hit world #7 with joke teams, imagine what he could do with serious compositions.

Compared to the SubProtect Toxic strat that made him famous,

this Sun-Sand Team was a step above in both difficulty and raw power.

It even incorporated Natsume-sensei's signature space-based tactics, with defensive pivots so slick they dazzled.

But this wasn't showboating—it was strength, polished to perfection.

"Too many details… my brain's melting!"

"Who cares? It's cool!"

Realizing this was footage from Natsume-sensei's climb to world #2,

fans abandoned hopes of copy-pasting the strat and started studying.

Then came the iconic Venusaur vs. Charizard moment—

viewers froze, food forgotten.

"Double Protect?!"

"What kind of god-tier opponent is this?!"

"No way—he still turned it around?!"

When Venusaur's Sleep Powder connected, the chat exploded with "OHHHHH!"

"Natsume-sensei and sleep strats—a match made in heaven!"

"Here it comes… the execution!"

Tens of thousands watched as Natsume-sensei's Sun-Sand Team unfolded.

What most pro Trainers prided themselves on mastering—weather teams—

Natsume-sensei didn't just execute flawlessly. He merged two weathers seamlessly.

Blazing sun piercing through storming sand—this was the textbook definition of weather control.

"Who said Natsume-sensei couldn't run weather?!"

"This Venusaur's got Red's energy."

"Nah, Red's Venusaur doesn't even carry Sleep Powder."

"Too filthy (based), Natsume-sensei!"

Kanto, Team Rocket HQ.

A suited man held a phone in one hand, stroking his Persian with the other.

"To coin…"

Giovanni's expression was grave as his ruby-ringed finger tapped the screen.

"It should be… here, yes?"

Still baffled.

The mob boss sighed softly.

If Silver were here, he could've taught me how this works…

Still, Giovanni had watched his mentor's Sun-Sand Team to the end.

The strat's high skill floor

made it less of a tutorial

and more of Natsume-sensei flexing every strategic muscle.

Tyranitar, a Rock/Dark type, had Ground-type traits in its youth—

a violent temperament Giovanni himself had documented in Giovanni's Techniques.

And in Natsume's command style—

predicting opponent moves, counting action frames—

Giovanni almost saw… himself.

As for that Venusaur's type-resist reversal—

"As expected…"

Giovanni chuckled hoarsely, shaking his head.

"My judgment… is never wrong."

...

Whether for Team Rocket or the International Police,

the Sun-Sand Team remained a strategy too complex to replicate.

After all, not every Trainer possessed that level of foresight and control.

But that did nothing to dampen the video's soaring views and popularity.

Don't understand it?

Good—that's the point!

"I'll never pull this off, but shouting 'Natsume-sensei is cracked!' feels appropriate."

"I thought Natsume-sensei was a meme streamer? This is straight-up illegal!"

"He did win Touran's regionals... might've already topped other leagues by now."

To casual fans, the Sun-Sand Team was equal parts artistry and devastation.

Even without grasping the nuances, hyping Natsume-sensei came naturally.

But for professional Trainers, it underscored his industrial-grade game sense.

This guy... was no tutorial or entertainment streamer.

Even in the Master League, few could match him!

Across academies specializing in weather strategies,

the Sun-Sand Team gradually became a benchmark for study and drills.

"Wait—he weaved in space-based tactics?!"

"Balancing defense and offense? My brain short-circuited!"

"Eureka! Sunny Day into Sleep Powder—that's Natsume-sensei's secret sauce!"

With just this tutorial, Natsume-sensei could've landed guest professor gigs at top institutions.

But he was already faculty at Celadon Academy.

A professor title would've been icing on the cake.

Though if it came with stipends like Professor Bill's honorary positions...

Well, that'd be another story!

In Natsume-sensei's group chat,

even big-shot competitors openly admired the Sun-Sand Team's design.

One Sunny Day Relay Team enthusiast shed bitter tears.

Too... damn... hard...

Brock: "@Jasmine, you run Sandstorm teams, right?"

Jasmine, her twin braids swaying, replied softly: "Mastering Sandstorm alone is tough, let alone..."

Internally, she sighed: This level of execution is beyond most Masters.

"Hmm..." Brock rubbed his chin. "I pegged Natsume-sensei as a defensive specialist. Turns out he's a tempo monster."

Trainer command styles varied wildly—

Ash's hyper-aggression, Giovanni's preemptive reads, Wallace's flamboyant maneuvers...

To put it bluntly? Ash's "toxic rush" approach

left slow Pokémon like Torkoal or Torterra struggling under his command.

"Defense... tempo..." Ash himself scratched his head, genuinely stumped.

"Not just tempo," Natsume interjected.

His real-world teams favored Tailwind for speed control.

But honestly?

Strategy hardly mattered when stomping lower tiers.

Blue Oak nodded. "Elite Trainers should master multiple playstyles."

As the "Breeding Prodigy," he'd raised at least two full teams—

only to get walled by that Battler, Red, every time...

Shaking off the thought, Blue Oak re-evaluated Natsume-sensei's prowess.

Night fell as Natsume returned home, checking the video's metrics.

His neglected Nico Dou account greeted him with

a 99+ notification badge—triggering his perfectionist twitch.

Followers ranged from Joys and Jennies to black-suited Team Rocket grunts...

Or maybe they were just regular delivery guys.

"Trending higher than expected." Natsume blinked.

He'd assumed the Sun-Sand Team's complexity would limit its appeal.

But prior fame gave it momentum,

and the usual polish ensured its reception.

Satisfied, Natsume moved on.

Currently ranked world #2,

a match against Steven (world #1) would

cap off his streaming journey neatly.

But Steven was another cold, calculated battler—

his Metagross synonymous with raw power.

"No rush."

Natsume cleared his throat.

"I can procrastinate a while longer."

Beyond streaming, he dabbled in content creation—

though world-saving left little time for other categories.

Yet in music and food, "Natsume-sensei, Are You Serving Dinner Today?"

rivaled Professor Oak's daily "Backyard" series in reach.

Even Battle section's top creators

often found themselves outclassed by his antics.

Idly, Natsume scrolled the Battle feed.

Top post? Old rival Takuya's gym challenge—

uploaded via a personal account. Classic 2D culture enthusiast.

Natsume smirked.

Months ago, Takuya's main team would've crushed him.

Now?

"The perks of being a jack-of-all-trades creator?"

He patted his own shoulder, grinning.

"Never change, Natsume-sensei."

Winter nights demanded heating,

but Arcanine's presence filled the room with warmth.

If only the big lug wouldn't zoom around like a wildfire...

Natsume sighed fondly.

Compulsively clearing notification badges,

his finger froze at a pinned official message.

"...Huh?"

[Dear Content Creator "Natsume-sensei, Are You Serving Dinner Today?":

We cordially invite you to Tokyo's "Top 100 Creators Awards Festival"...]

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