Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

It raised its head and let out a wary roar from its throat.

Brothers!

Don't talk too much! These trainers are masters of sweet talk!

If you can take action, don't just talk!

There are only three of them and one Pikachu, so the advantage is on my side!

Let's go side by side!

Take care of them!

46. ​​This unusual color of yours... why is it fading?

A group of Pokémon came in fiercely, and they also died tragically.

It only took a short while.

They got several big bumps on their heads, then covered their heads and obediently sat down in a row in front of the three people.

Among them, the oddly colored little fire dragon was particularly striking.

The large bump on its head was particularly eye-catching, adding a touch of comicality to its fierce-looking face.

Standing next to Ash.

The starfish stood with its hands on its hips, completely unaware of what an opponent was.

Seeing that the group of Pokémon had been completely suppressed, Brock calmly recalled his own Pokémon.

Even without Ash, he and Misty, both former Gym Leaders, are strong enough to handle this situation.

As long as you are prepared.

Even against seven or eight fierce but uncoordinated Pokémon, you can easily win, even against multiple opponents.

Not to mention Ash and Pikachu were there to support them.

At this moment, most of the Pokémon obediently lowered their heads, except for the little black Charmander.

Even with a large bump on its head and covered in dust, the flames on its tail burned even more fiercely than before.

It stood stubbornly, blocking its companions, its eyes fixed on Ash.

His eyes were filled with a fierce look that was all bark and no bite.

What's wrong with this person?

He took his own dragon breath in the face and casually swatted away his companion wave missile.

Could it be a superpowered person...?

Are they all this terrifying?!

"I've already said I'm not a superhuman."

Ash casually squatted down in front of Charmander, his line of sight level with it.

So, that's why.

Ash got straight to the point, pointing towards the Pokémon Center at the foot of the mountain.

"Are you really the Charmander that Nurse Joy was talking about, the one who was abandoned by his trainer on this mountain but has been waiting for him ever since?"

Charmander: "???"

It roared at Xiaozhi twice.

Reveal the dragon's strengths, but not its weaknesses!

Humanity!

Don't you think it's presumptuous of you to ask that question?!

Who would rub salt into a wound right from the start?!

It abruptly turned its head away, avoiding Ash's overly frank gaze, which seemed to reflect its past embarrassing moments.

A low growl escaped from his throat.

"Woo... Roar!"

Enough with the nonsense!

It straightened its chest, trying its best to maintain its last bit of momentum.

Since it's fallen into your hands today, consider it bad luck!

The little fire dragon admits defeat!

It paused for a moment, then glanced at its companions around it.

"Roar! Roar!"

But these guys... they only followed me because I forced and threatened them!

Everything—robbery, ambushing trainers…—was orchestrated by me!

It has nothing to do with them! You should let them go!

It's a little dragon, and it takes responsibility for everything it does!

Kill me or torture me, it's up to you!

This declaration of loyalty made the surrounding Pokémon raise their heads and start to stir again, clearly unwilling to let their leader bear the burden alone.

"it is good!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhi was not angry at all. Instead, he slapped the ground next to him and praised loudly.

"Loyal! Very good!"

"I, Xiao Zhi, admire your loyal, righteous, and courageous character!"

Looking at the deep palm print on the ground.

The little dragon's eyelids twitched wildly.

But for the sake of its underlings, it accepted it!

As they were talking, Xiao Gang also secretly moved closer.

As a trainer aiming to become a Pokémon breeder, he has a strong desire to explore the ecology and forms of various Pokémon.

The little fire dragon with its dark skin in front of him really piqued his curiosity.

"It really is... black."

He carefully examined the unusually colored little fire dragon in front of him.

"I never imagined that experiences after birth could affect skin tone... This is quite a rare case..."

Once the desire for research is ignited, it is difficult to suppress.

As he muttered to himself, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the darkest-looking area on the little dragon's back.

"roar--?!"

The little dragon, caught off guard by the sudden "attack," froze and its fur stood on end!

It suddenly turned around, bared its white teeth at Xiao Gang, let out a threatening growl, and its tail flames shot up.

Can you really get started so easily?

Are you being polite?!

"Hey, Xiaogang, be careful..."

Xiaoxia reminded her from the side.

You're not Ash Ketchum, do you really think Pokémon moves are just for show?

However, Xiao Gang's attention was no longer on the threat posed by Charmander.

He stared blankly at his hands.

"Ok?"

His hand, which had just touched the little dragon's skin, was now covered in some blackish-gray, sticky stains.

And the patch of skin that Xiaogang touched.

Beneath a palm print, the mottled orange-red color that Charmander should have, as recorded in the Pokédex, was revealed.

"This……"

Xiao Gang was stunned. He brought his hand close to his eyes and looked at it carefully, even subconsciously rubbing the stains with his fingers.

It has a sticky texture and a faint scent of grass, wood, and minerals.

"Shinny Pokémon, so they can fade?"

Xiao Zhi scratched his head.

He doesn't have any Shiny Pokémon, so he has no right to speak.

"Pikachu?"

Pikachu is also tilting its head.

It's not a Shiny Pokémon, so it has no right to speak.

The starfish looked at the little fire dragon and then at its older brother.

Since the eldest brother has no right to speak, then it has no right to speak either.

"roar……?"

Charmander stared intently at the glaring black ash on Brock's hand, then slowly and mechanically turned his neck to look at his back—the small patch of "domineering black" had disappeared, leaving only an incongruous orange-red mark of a handprint.

"..."

The entire dragon froze.

Xiao Gang brought his fingertips close to his nose and sniffed carefully.