"Pidgeotto, is it? Ha!"
The Samurai Youth was first stunned when he saw the Pokémon Jiang Chuan released, then he laughed again—but this time his smile carried obvious disdain.
"It seems you have some basic knowledge; you know to use a Flying-type against a Bug-type."
"However…" He deliberately drew out his tone and patted Heracross's hard shell beside him, producing a dull *bang bang* sound.
"My Heracross is no ordinary bug!"
"It's an elite I spent three days and three nights searching for deep in the forest! See these large horns?"
The Samurai Youth pointed at Heracross's giant mandibles, which gleamed with a cold light.
"It can easily snap small trees as thick as a bowl! Its strength is incredible!"
"It's completely unafraid of any bird attacks!"
"Type advantage?"
He sneered and puffed out his chest.
"In the face of absolute strength, that little bit of advantage means nothing! My Heracross is the Chosen Bug!"
To prove his point, he pushed hard on Heracross's back.
"Heracross, show them your courage!"
Heracross cooperated with its master; although uncomfortable under Pidgeotto's sharp gaze, it still ground its giant mandibles with a "kacha kacha" sound and stomped its legs hard, making the ground tremble slightly, displaying its "courage" not to fear birds.
However, this "courage," under the calm and sharp gaze of Pidgeotto's eagle eyes, seemed somewhat like bravado.
Yuuto was too lazy to even comment on this chuunibyou speech and immediately started the battle.
"Pidgeotto. Increase altitude, maintain distance."
"Use Agility to create distance, don't let it get close."
The command was concise and clear.
Pidgeotto let out a long cry, flapped its wings fiercely, and its figure shot up, instantly rising to a height Heracross could not reach by jumping.
"What?"
The Samurai Youth was stunned, not expecting the opponent to refuse engagement.
"You… you're cheating! If you have guts, come down and fight me face-to-face!"
He yelled, pointing at the Pidgeotto in the sky.
"Heracross! Charge! Jump! Use Clamp! Crush that Pidgeotto!"
Heracross received the order, let out a low growl, pushed off with its hind legs, and its heavy body leaped upward, its giant mandibles clamping down fiercely with a "kacha" sound toward Pidgeotto's afterimage in the air.
But it clamped nothing but air.
Pidgeotto had already gracefully slid sideways the moment Heracross jumped, easily avoiding the reckless lunge.
Not only that.
In the instant they passed each other, Pidgeotto flapped its wings.
A stream of air, not particularly strong but precise enough, swept up sand, stones, and fallen leaves from the ground and plastered Heracross's face.
The damage was minimal.
The insult was extreme.
Pidgeotto even circled halfway in the air, letting out a slightly mocking cry, its eyes looking as if it were watching an idiot.
"Bastard!"
The Samurai Youth's face flushed red.
"Heracross! Keep jumping! Use Clamp repeatedly! Don't let it escape!"
Heracross landed, shook off the sand and stones from its eyes, and leaped up again with effort.
It clamped air once more.
Pidgeotto avoided it just by slightly gaining altitude.
"Again!"
"Jump!"
"Clamp it! Why don't you hit it already!"
…A comical scene unfolded on the field.
The mighty Heracross was like a spring toy, fruitlessly leaping up again and again, swinging its giant mandibles at the air, following the Samurai Youth's exasperated commands of "Jump!" and "Clamp!"
Meanwhile, Pidgeotto was like a top-tier dancer, casually strolling through the air.
Sometimes easily gaining height.
Sometimes elegantly shifting sideways.
And sometimes, taking advantage of Heracross's landing stiffness—when its old strength was spent and new strength hadn't emerged—it would swoop down, tap its head lightly with a wing, or fan up a gust of wind and sand to blind its eyes.
It was pure mockery.
"This… this is too much…"
Behind them, Misty's eyelids twitched as she watched, her perky breasts heaving under her tight crop top with every indignant breath.
She had received proper Gym Trainer education, and seeing that the Samurai Youth couldn't even manage simple offense and defense, she instantly developed a phobia of stupidity.
"That Heracross probably has decent strength, but speed is its obvious weakness, especially when dealing with aerial units."
"This idiot commander actually keeps telling Heracross to jump… Doesn't he know that Bug-type Pokémon generally have mediocre jumping ability?"
"Especially a heavy type like Heracross, continuous jumping consumes massive stamina, and it can't even touch Pidgeotto."
"Even if he had Heracross use Rock Tomb to restrict the field, or Focus Energy to search for an opportunity, or simply use Harden to boost defense and wait for the right moment, it would be better than this mindless jumping…"
Misty couldn't help but complain under her breath…
On the field, the Samurai Youth was already drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, more exhausted than if he had been jumping for ten minutes himself.
Heracross was worse off. Continuous explosive jumping had drained a huge amount of its stamina. Now, when it landed, its legs were shaky, the frequency of its giant mandibles opening and closing slowed, and it was panting heavily.
In contrast, Pidgeotto's breathing was stable, its eyes were as sharp as ever, and thanks to the effect of Agility, the airflow circling its body was even more agile.
The difference was obvious.
Yuuto estimated that Heracross's stamina was nearly depleted and immediately launched a counterattack.
"Didn't you say your Heracross was strong and unafraid of birds?"
"Now, here's your chance to show it."
"Pidgeotto."
"Wing Attack."
The command was given.
In the air, Pidgeotto, which had been maintaining Agility, suddenly halted its movement.
Immediately after, it folded its wings, executed a smooth turn in the air, and its sharp gaze locked onto the panting Heracross that had just landed below.
The next moment!
It transformed into a streak of white light, diving down at a speed far exceeding its previous playful movements!
"Oh no! Heracross! Dodge quickly!"
The Samurai Youth finally realized the danger and shouted in panic.
But it was too late.
Heracross, severely drained of stamina and slow to react, only managed to weakly raise its giant mandibles.
The streak of white light had arrived!
A dull impact sound!
Pidgeotto's wing, enveloped in Flying-type energy, solidly struck Heracross's chest carapace!
The power fully erupted!
Heracross let out a painful screech, its heavy body was knocked airborne by the force, sent flying backward, and crashed heavily onto the grass several meters away.
It struggled twice, trying to get up.
But the sharp white slash mark on its chest carapace brought intense pain, compounded by its stamina exhaustion.
Finally, its eyes rolled back, and it lost the ability to battle.
The Samurai Youth stared blankly at his fallen Heracross, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.
"This… how is this possible…"
He muttered to himself, his face turning from red to white.
"My Heracross… my Chosen Bug… how could it…"
"I… I haven't even commanded it to use its real ultimate move, I still have many tactics I haven't used…"
"How did I… lose?"
He couldn't accept it.
The script was supposed to be him crushing the opponent with absolute strength!
"Hehehe…"
A clear laugh mixed with undisguised sarcasm came from the side.
Misty couldn't hold it in anymore. She folded her arms under her perky breasts, pushing them up even higher, and looked at the Samurai Youth with the expression one reserves for an idiot.
"You had moves left to command?"
"Did you even command?"
She ticked off points on her fingers, speaking rapidly.
"From start to finish, all you shouted was 'Jump,' 'Clamp,' and 'Charge!'"
"Pokémon battles aren't like kids fighting, where you win by mindlessly rushing forward."
"Type advantage is basic knowledge, and you ignored it."
"You completely lack understanding of Pokémon stamina management, move timing, and battle rhythm."
"You don't even have the most basic common sense: 'Don't let a close-combat Pokémon that is poor at aerial defense chase a high-speed Flying-type.'"
"You call that commanding? You were sending your Pokémon up there to get beaten and give away a free win!"
Misty's words were fast and sharp, like small knives repeatedly stabbing the Samurai Youth's fragile self-esteem.
"I… I…"
The Samurai Youth's face instantly turned crimson, and he pointed a trembling finger at Misty.
"Women shouldn't speak! This is… this is a duel between male Samurai! What do you know!"
He tried to use volume to mask his guilt and shame.
But this extremely humiliating failure, especially being exposed for his poor commanding by a woman right in front of him, made him completely "overheat."
"You!"
He suddenly turned to Yuuto, his eyes slightly red with anger.
"Fine! I'll give you… I'll give you credit for catching a powerful Pidgeotto! And its type counters my Heracross!"
"I… I was careless! I didn't prepare tactics to counter a Flying-type!"
"This Pokémon battle, I grudgingly admit you won!"
He stiffened his neck, desperately looking for an excuse to save face.
"But!"
His voice suddenly rose, as if he had found his footing again, and he vigorously brandished the plastic toy sword in his hand.
"Now! It's the second round! A duel between men! A showdown between Samurai!"
"What good is a strong Pokémon! A true Samurai speaks through his own fists and sword!"
"The previous battle doesn't count! That was just a warm-up!"
"This is when things get serious!"
He struck a "Samurai" starting pose that he thought was cool but was actually incredibly clumsy, pointing the plastic sword at Yuuto.
"Aah!!!"
He let out a loud roar, attempting to boost his momentum.
"Come on! I will use true Bushido to thoroughly teach you a lesson! Let you know what true strength is!"
Yuuto looked at the blustering, inwardly terrified fat guy opposite him, who was trying to mask his nervousness with loud shouting, and lost all interest in mocking him.
He calmly took off his jacket and casually tossed it to Delia next to him.
"Hold this for me."
Delia took the jacket, which still held his body warmth, held it in her arms, and nodded gently. There was no worry in her eyes, only trust and anticipation for the show.
"Start?"
Yuuto only asked two words.
"St- Start! Take this!"
The Samurai Youth felt a jolt of fear from Yuuto's calm, waveless gaze, but the arrow had left the bowstring. He roared to encourage himself, took heavy steps, brandished the plastic sword, and "charged" toward Yuuto.
That speed… was truly nothing to write home about.
Yuuto didn't even bother with any preparatory movements.
He simply walked casually toward the charging Samurai Youth.
No fancy moves.
No unnecessary actions.
Just simple and direct, forward, aiming for—the mouth.
A muffled thud, accompanied by the cringe-inducing sound of teeth clashing.
All of the Samurai Youth's shouts and momentum were smashed back down his throat by this single punch.
The plastic toy sword flew out of his hand.
He stumbled backward from the blow, his fat face visibly distorting, and his eyes instantly widened to their limit, filled with unbelievable confusion and the physical tears brought on by intense pain.
His head was ringing.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Why did he hit my mouth?
What about the promised Bushido duel?
Is this what Bushido looks like?
Why isn't he playing by the rules?!
Yuuto didn't give him any time to think.
The punch sealed his mouth, preventing the guy from crying out for mercy later and ruining the fun.
The moment the Samurai Youth was stunned and lost his balance leaning backward, Yuuto's left hand shot out like an iron clamp, grabbing the collar of his Samurai outfit.
He pulled down hard!
At the same time, his right leg stepped forward, hooking behind the Samurai Youth's legs.
The Samurai Youth's mass of fat slammed squarely onto the grass, making the ground slightly tremble.
Before he could recover from the searing pain in his mouth and the ringing in his head, he felt dizzy, and then his vision was filled with green grass and dirt.
Immediately after, an irresistible force came from the back of his neck.
Yuuto pressed his knee onto the small of the Samurai Youth's back, his left hand still gripping the collar, and his right hand unceremoniously pressed down on the back of his head, grinding his fat face firmly and thoroughly into the grass.
Yuuto began the real lesson.
After a series of actions.
The Samurai Youth's psychological defenses completely collapsed.
"Ngh… Woooaaah—!!!"
He couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into loud sobs.
Tears and snot mixed with grass stains and dirt, smearing his face, leaving him utterly miserable.
"Waa… Stop hitting me… Wuwu… I know I was wrong… I truly know I was wrong…"
"Brother… Brother, stop hitting me… Wuwu… It hurts…"
Only then did Yuuto release his grip, stand up, and brush the grass clippings off his hands.
The Samurai Youth felt as if he had received a great pardon. He tried to scramble up but fell again because his legs were weak. Finally, he crawled on all fours to Yuuto, ignoring the grime on his face, crying profusely.
"I'm sorry! Sorry, Brother! Sorry, both Sisters!"
"I was too naughty! I had a foul mouth! I was rude! I ambushed you! I refused to accept defeat!"
"I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong! Wuwu…"
"I won't dare to randomly ambush people with a sword again! I won't discriminate anymore! I will train Heracross properly! Wuwu…"
He was sobbing uncontrollably, clearly terrified by the beating.
It must be said that when educating this kind of chuunibyou, obnoxious delinquent, reasoning is often less effective than getting physical.
After talking for half an hour, he'd probably still be calling you an idiot in his heart.
Go up and elbow him, and he becomes obedient.
[Ding! Mission to educate the Samurai Youth complete.]
[Two Super Flight Berries have been placed in the system backpack.]
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