Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

"It's a negative emotion!"

"Think about it, where else is there a place with more intense, higher-quality, and more inexhaustible negative emotions than a PhD's research institute?"

He started counting on his fingers.

"If you were a researcher..."

"When research hits a bottleneck and no breakthrough can be achieved..."

"When you're pulling all-nighters to finish a report, writing until your hair is falling out in clumps..."

"When experimental data is incorrect and everything has to be started over..."

"And also, when you're driven crazy by Pokémon with too much energy..."

"Won't negative emotions overflow?"

"Absolutely huge portions! Top quality! Guaranteed you'll be stuffed with your Gengar!"

Xiao Gang and Xiao Xia heard this.

The image of Oak's lab in Pallet Town instantly flashed into my mind.

Those researchers who stay up all night working until their eyes are bloodshot, scratching their heads while staring at complex data, and wailing in despair because of failed experiments or uncooperative Pokémon...

That resentment was truly overwhelming!

Gengar listened, initially a little confused.

Slowly, the red eyes grew brighter and brighter!

"Gag!!"

It instantly regained its vitality, even more so than before.

His body swelled up a little as if it had been inflated, and his short arms waved excitedly.

What a brilliant idea!

An unparalleled self-service location!

It seemed to already see its bright future, thriving in that "fertile soil of resentment."

93. Something's not right about this world!

The next day.

Early in the morning.

As dawn broke, a light mist still lingered in the forest.

Ash and Pikachu had already arrived at an open space far from the camp and started their daily morning exercise.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

The scent of earth mixed with the coolness of the morning dew, when inhaled, invigorated both the man and the mouse.

"Hey, ha!"

"Pika!"

As a diligent student, it tilted its little head up, staring intently at Ash, meticulously replicating his movements one-to-one.

A simple warm-up, followed by some light activity to activate the switch.

Xiao Zhi carefully felt the new life force within his body and nodded in satisfaction.

Sure enough, he's gotten a little stronger today!

Ash's gaze swept across the surrounding trees, finally settling on a tree that was about the size of a person's embrace and had fairly lush foliage.

Although the trunk wasn't particularly thick, it would still take some effort for me to pull it out myself.

Xiao Zhi walked to the tree and stood firm.

Spread your hands out and press your palms against the rough bark.

He lowered his waist and sat down, his feet sinking into the soft soil.

"rise--!"

With a low shout, he suddenly pulled upwards with both arms!

Click!

The soil churned up, and the tangled tree roots were forcibly ripped from the earth!

Easy peasy!

Xiao Zhi weighed it in.

He easily hoisted the large tree, still covered in damp soil, onto his shoulder and began his weight-bearing exercise.

He mistook the muddy tree for a giant wooden spear.

Holding it with one hand, it started spinning!

Whoosh—whoosh—!

Ash's steps were steady, and his movements were expansive and powerful.

Even the heavy tree trunk was wielded with great force by him.

"P-Pikachu?!"

Pikachu, standing nearby, stared wide-eyed.

It was filled with eagerness to try.

It turned around and ran to a small tree about the size of a bowl, and followed suit, hugging the trunk.

The little legs pushed off the ground with all their might, and the little face turned red.

"Pikachu!"

Even when it exerted all its strength.

The tree swayed slightly, a few leaves fell, and then there was no further movement.

I felt the gap.

Pikachu deflated, loosened its grip, and plopped down on the ground, its ears drooping limply.

“Pikachu…”

I can't learn it, I simply can't learn it...

Just then, Ash made a sharp turn and thrust, causing the tip of the tree trunk to twitch violently—

Several thin, broken branches shot out with a whoosh.

They were planted one after another in the soft soil not far away, lined up neatly in a row, buried three-tenths of an inch deep, their tails still trembling slightly.

Pikachu's ears suddenly stood up!

His eyes instantly lit up.

It can't learn to uproot and dance with trees, but this... it thinks it can!

It immediately grabbed a relatively straight branch that had fallen to the ground and used its hind legs to push off.

Imitating Ash's wrist-shaking motion, the little body also twisted sharply—

"Pikachu!"

They neatly pulled out the branches, and then, imitating Xiao Zhi, they began to practice in a very professional manner.

The morning exercise lasted for about half an hour, until the body was fully warmed up and slightly sweaty, before Xiao Zhi slowly stopped.

"call--"

He exhaled a long breath of white air, walked back to his original spot, and carefully planted the tree back into the pit.

While you're at it, tamp down the surrounding soil with your feet.

Upon seeing this, Pikachu immediately stopped its training.

Following suit, it solemnly stuck the twig back into the ground and even patted the soil with its little paws.

After doing all this, it seemed to suddenly remember something.

He quickly faced Xiaozhi and, imitating Xiaozhi's earlier actions, puffed out his cheeks and exhaled a long breath.

Ash: "......"

The morning exercise has come to a brief end.

Ash and Pikachu were both slightly sweating.

Back at camp.

Xiao Gang was already busy over there.

A small pot on a makeshift stove was bubbling away, releasing a mouthwatering aroma of food.

Although Xiao Zhi cleared out yesterday's inventory, it didn't stump Teacher Gang, who has over a decade of experience in wilderness survival.

Using the remaining tree fruits that Xiaozhi brought back last night, plus the fresh wild vegetables he picked nearby this morning.

Put them together in water and cook.

It is seasoned only with a little salt and spices that you carry with you.

Although it was a bit meager, the aroma was still incredibly enticing thanks to Xiao Gang's culinary skills.

After a flurry of activity, even the most useless of the three got out of bed.

The three people and their Pokémon sat around a makeshift dining table that Ash had made out of stones when he had nothing else to do.

With a smile on his face, Xiao Gang served everyone steaming hot soup one by one.

I had just picked up the bowl, and hadn't even had a chance to blow on it to cool it down—

rustling sounds—

A rapid rustling sound came from the bushes not far away.