Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

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And... it seems like he's not the one who's really in trouble.

"By the way, where's Sabrina?"

Nazi's father then remembered his own daughter.

How come we see Ash here? Where did his daughter go?

Could it be that he was too embarrassed to see Ash shirtless?

Did they just run away?

Huh?

Thinking about it this way, could my icy daughter be unexpectedly... innocent?

This thought almost made him lose his composure.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhi did not answer immediately, but subconsciously looked down at his feet.

Following Ash's clearly pointed gaze, Sabrina's father and the crowd that had gathered around looked over.

Not far from Xiaozhi's feet, in a depression among the rubble, a person was lying face up.

The first thing that catches the eye.

It was a pair of black stockings, badly torn and snagged, and a scarlet bodysuit covered in dust...

Next came her long, black hair, spread out in a disheveled manner, like spilled ink...

Then, my gaze inevitably drifted to that face—

A pig's head face so swollen that its original shape was almost unrecognizable.

Naza's father: "...?"

Who is this person?

Weren't there only three people when they were sent in?

Could it be that Ash had other challenges before?

Were they trapped here by the uncontrolled power of Sabrina?

Or... did he get beaten up like this because he glanced at Ash a few more times?

Has Sabrina's possessiveness and ruthlessness reached this level?

"Who...is this person?"

Nazi's father asked hesitantly, pointing to the horribly disfigured face on the ground.

"It's Naz."

Xiao Zhi answered honestly.

He hadn't expected this at all.

The opponent was so fragile; one punch and he couldn't get up.

“I know this must have been done by Nazja.” Nazja’s father nodded subconsciously, following his own train of thought. “What I mean is, who is this person lying down…?”

"Naza".

Xiao Zhi confirmed it again.

Naza's father: "Hmm...hmm—?!!"

He gasped sharply, his neck stiffened as he turned back, his eyes fixed on the "pig's head" face on the ground.

The superpowered individuals who had gathered around, along with Xiao Gang and Xiao Xia who had just approached.

Even Gengar, who had drifted over to watch the commotion, had all eyes focused on that face.

Then, the group fell into a petrified silence.

It's really no wonder that Nazja's father didn't recognize her at first.

That face... was just so striking.

Her face was originally as white as snow and as delicate as a doll.

At this moment, it is swollen and deformed, displaying a variety of colors.

His whole face looked like a pig's head that had been brutally ravaged.

She was completely unlike her usual cold, beautiful, and awe-inspiring presence as the owner of the museum.

All the words of concern and care that Sabrina's father had prepared for Ash stuck in his throat.

He stood with his mouth agape, bent over, his eyes wide open.

His expression shifted instantly from extreme worry to bewilderment, disbelief, and a stunned blankness as if his worldview had been shaken.

He held that position for several seconds, his gaze slowly shifting to Xiao Zhi, who was moving his sore shoulders.

Then he slowly turned back and looked at his daughter's miserable face.

Repeat this process twice.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out a dry, monosyllable from his throat, filled with endless questions and bewilderment.

"……what?"

91. I saved my game! I saved my game!?

Goldenrod City, Pokémon Center.

In the quiet ward, the light was filtered through the off-white curtains, making it soft and hazy.

The faint smell of disinfectant lingered in the air.

Amidst the faint, clean scent of sun-dried sheets, a bandaged person slowly opened their eyes.

My vision was initially blurry, then gradually became clear.

pain......

dizziness.......

His left cheek, in particular, felt like it was being burned.

She tried to reach out and touch it, but found her arm unusually heavy, as if it were filled with lead.

The mere movement of a fingertip sent a slight shiver through me.

"you're awake?!"

The elderly father, who had been staying by Naz's bedside, almost sprang into action.

He lunged to the bedside, his knee accidentally hitting the metal bed leg with a dull thud, but he was completely unaware of it.

His bearded face was filled with surprise and worry.

There was still a hint of unease in his eyes.

"It's good that you're awake, it's good that you're awake!"

He rubbed his hands together, his tone cautious, with a clear hint of flattery and persuasion.

"How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt? How about your body?"

"pain……?"

The voice came through the thick gauze wrapped around his face.

With the dryness and hoarseness of someone just waking up.

What's wrong with her?

Naz's head was buzzing, and her thoughts were sluggish and difficult to process.

"It's normal to feel pain, after all..."

The old father choked on his words, his gaze sweeping over her face covered with gauze.

After all, his face was already in such a state.

Even the well-informed Joey was shocked.

She was asked if she had taken the heavy impact of a Steel-type Pokémon with her face.

The old father observed the only visible feature on Naz's face, which was wrapped in gauze: her eyes.

His eyes didn't seem as cold as before.

Instead, I feel somewhat... lost?

Like a newborn baby taking its first look at the world.

"Miss Joey said there might be a risk of concussion, and you need to be closely monitored. You need to rest for a few weeks and absolutely must not get excited..."

"..."

Seeing that Naz didn't speak, nor did she use her cold gaze to pin him to the spot.

Then use your superpowers to throw him out.

Just lying there quietly.

This allowed him to relax a little.

He quickly pressed his advantage, unconsciously speeding up his speech.

"Well, there's something I need to tell you... oh no, I need to talk to you about."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"You see, since it has already happened, what's done is done."

"Don't hold a grudge against Xiaozhi. He explained the situation to me later, and... you were indeed partly to blame for what happened..."

As the old father spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Naz, whose face was wrapped in gauze.

Observe if she makes any slight movements.