"I'm also from Pallet Town, so what?"
Delia took a protective step forward, her full, heavy breasts swaying noticeably under the thin tracksuit top as she positioned herself slightly in front of Yuuto. Her husband-protecting instincts flared instantly, and her usually gentle voice turned sharp and serious.
She was normally soft and sweet, but if anyone dared target Yuuto, she would never back down.
"What's wrong with Pallet Town? I'm not from Pallet Town, so am I not allowed to pass through here? You fat pig, are you discriminating based on hometown?"
Misty's verbal barrage continued without mercy, her perky breasts heaving angrily inside her tight yellow crop top. The fabric stretched taut with every furious breath, outlining the soft, round mounds and the faint pokes of her stiff nipples beneath.
"I… I'm not, I'm not discriminating…"
Being tag-teamed by the two of them, the Samurai Youth's face turned the color of pig liver as he quickly blurted out his reason.
"I just wanted to find a Trainer from Pallet Town to challenge!"
"I lost to two Trainers from Pallet Town before, and I just want to get my revenge quickly!"
As if he had found a legitimate excuse, his voice grew a bit louder.
"Oh, by the way, a Samurai only accepts duels with male Trainers…"
"And now you're discriminating based on gender too?"
Misty's eyes widened, and it looked like another storm of verbal abuse was about to break loose.
"Misty."
Yuuto stepped forward at this moment and reached out to gently grab Misty's slender wrist.
Misty's momentum faltered, and she looked back at him, her soft skin warm under his fingers.
Yuuto shook his head gently at her, signaling with his eyes to leave it to him.
He wasn't trying to shield the Samurai Youth; rather, seeing the fat kid's stubborn and punchable face, he knew verbal education wouldn't be enough.
He needed to get serious.
Incidentally, he could also complete the system's "Profound Education" mission.
"Alright, since he's looking for me, leave him to me."
Yuuto's voice was very calm, yet it carried a reassuring power.
Delia and Misty exchanged a glance.
"Hmph, consider him lucky."
Misty curled her lip, but she still obediently stepped back a few paces with Delia to clear the field.
However, the spot on her wrist where Yuuto had held her felt a little hot, a lingering tingle spreading up her arm.
The Samurai Youth breathed a huge sigh of relief when he saw the two fierce beauties back away.
At the same time, he felt a secret joy in his heart.
*Ha!*
*This pretty boy really does rely on women to protect him!*
*He's a weakling at first glance!*
He thought back to the two Pallet Town Trainers he'd met before—he'd lost to both.
Especially that spiky-haired kid with the Squirtle, who had mocked him after winning.
It had left him full of pent-up anger, so he'd camped in this forest for days, wanting to find someone from Pallet Town to reclaim his dignity.
*This is great!*
*He'd finally found a pushover!*
*He could finally vent the humiliation he suffered last time on this weakling who was protected by women!*
The Samurai Youth straightened his back a bit, and the plastic toy sword in his hand swung with more vigor.
"Hey! You're a Trainer from Pallet Town?"
He lifted his chin and looked down his nose at Yuuto.
"I am." Yuuto nodded, released Misty's wrist, and took two steps forward.
"You wanted a Trainer from Pallet Town, and here I am. If you want a duel, I'll accept."
Yuuto paused there, a 'kindly' smile appearing in his eyes.
"However, I have a condition."
"Ha! A condition?"
The Samurai Youth felt even more delighted hearing this.
*A weakling for sure! He's already making demands before the fight even starts!*
*He probably wants to set some conditions in his favor, like limiting Pokémon types or banning certain moves.*
*That's how the weak are!*
"Fine! Name it!"
The Samurai Youth waved his hand, feigning magnanimity.
"I am a man who will inherit the way of Bushido! Meeting the requests of the weak is part of a Samurai's character! Speak!"
He was smug, spinning the plastic sword in his hand.
Yuuto smiled and held up one finger.
"My request is simple. I accept your duel, but there will be two rounds."
"Two rounds?" The Samurai Youth was stunned.
"Yes. The first round is a Pokémon duel. The second round…"
Yuuto's smile widened, his gaze 'kindly.'
"…is a physical duel. Just you and me, no Pokémon, hand-to-hand."
"Huh?"
The Samurai Youth was completely dumbfounded.
He thought he had misheard.
Not just him, even Delia and Misty behind him blinked in surprise.
However, the two women quickly reacted, exchanging a glance as their lips curled into strange smiles.
"You… you want a physical duel with me? Hahaha!"
The Samurai Youth snapped out of it and burst into laughter as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world.
He patted his round belly and flexed his thick arms—though they were mostly fat.
"Kid, have you thought this through? I'm a man who will inherit Bushido! I've been doing physical training since I was a child!"
He pointed at Yuuto's seemingly 'slender' build.
"With your tiny frame, I could flatten you just by sitting on you!"
"Less talk."
Yuuto didn't feel like wasting words and stated his stance directly.
"What I'm beating is exactly your Bushido. Just say it: do you accept?"
"I accept! Why wouldn't I!"
The Samurai Youth was provoked by Yuuto's attitude.
*I wanted to teach you a lesson anyway, and now you're delivering yourself to be beaten?*
*Perfect!*
"You asked for it! Then I'll give you a thrashing in both rounds!"
Perhaps his layers of fat gave him unparalleled confidence, or maybe it was because he couldn't lose face for 'Bushido,' but he could already see himself using his body to sit on this arrogant brat.
Hearing the Samurai Youth agree without hesitation to a physical duel with Yuuto, Delia and Misty behind them both let their lips curl into meaningful smiles.
Delia was a woman who had felt Yuuto's physique and strength thoroughly and intimately; she knew better than anyone the explosive power and endurance hidden beneath that seemingly proportionate build.
Misty hadn't experienced it as deeply, but when Yuuto had carried her through the Viridian Forest earlier, that broad, firm back, sturdy arms, and the clearly felt muscle lines beneath his clothes had made her cheeks flush while also making her well aware of Yuuto's strength.
They could already foresee what the Samurai Youth's fate would be shortly.
"Then it's a deal."
Yuuto cracked his neck, making a slight clicking sound.
"Let's start with the Pokémon duel to warm up."
"Exactly what I wanted!"
Full of confidence, the Samurai Youth stepped back a few paces to create distance and pulled a Poké Ball from his waist.
"Let me show you the partner of a future great Samurai!"
"Come out, my blade—Heracross!"
A red light flashed.
A robust Pokémon with a large, sharp horn on its head appeared in the clearing.
Heracross!
A Bug-type Pokémon whose horn is its signature, possessing impressive strength.
This Heracross had a fierce gaze, and as soon as it appeared, it ground its large mandibles together, making a menacing "clack-clack" sound.
Its presence indeed seemed quite good.
Yuuto used his Aura to sense it briefly.
Energy level… roughly at the Novice level.
It seemed this Samurai Youth had decent luck, or had used some means to get such a powerful Pokémon for the early game.
But that was all.
From Heracross's slightly unstable breath and unrefined energy, it was clear that since capturing it, the Samurai Youth had likely only used it for showing off and hadn't done any proper training or cultivation.
"Hahaha, scared, aren't you!"
The Samurai Youth grew even more smug when he saw Yuuto didn't immediately release a Pokémon.
"To catch this, I teamed up with several brothers who also believe in Bushido, set a trap, and went through a lot of trouble to succeed!"
"This isn't something those Caterpie or Weedle you see everywhere on the roadside can compare to!"
He bragged as if he could already see victory.
"It's true that a Caterpie can't compare to it."
Yuuto nodded, his tone flat.
"Therefore, you should have trained it properly instead of using it to satisfy your ridiculous vanity and…"
His eyes turned cold.
"…your despicable behavior of ambushing others."
"What do you know! When a Samurai does it, can it be called an ambush? It's called a surprise attack!"
The Samurai Youth's face reddened as he argued stubbornly.
"Shut up! Hurry up and release your Pokémon! Let me defeat you with my Heracross's Guillotine!"
Yuuto didn't care to waste more words and tossed a Poké Ball.
"I choose you, Pidgeotto!"
A clear bird cry echoed through the woods.
A figure significantly larger than a normal Pidgeotto appeared in mid-air along with the white light.
Its wings spread, creating a gust of wind.
Its sharp gaze instantly locked onto the opponent below.
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