Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

95. I'm so skilled!

"Pfft?"

The Infernape paused.

"This... can't be right?" Xiao Gang hesitated. "It looks quite calm."

"Yes, they know better than most trainers when it comes to eating and talking."

Xiaoxia echoed, but her tone lacked certainty.

Although they expressed their doubts, they had already subconsciously believed most of it.

After all, when it comes to observing Pokémon, Ash rarely makes a mistake.

Xiao Zhi continued.

"Although your behavior, actions, and words all seem normal."

"but!"

"But my intuition tells me—you are angry all the time."

"I can even smell the constant stench of anger emanating from you!"

Pikachu and Bulbasaur exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion.

The smell of anger?

What does that taste like?

They also imitated Ash by twitching their noses.

"Pikachu?" "Seed."

Can you smell it?

Hmm... no, it only smelled the aroma of soup.

Bulbasaur quietly stretched out its vines and hooked the bowl closer.

Pikachu also picked up its little bowl.

Since things have come to this, why don't we have some soup first?

The fiery monkey remained silent for a moment, then slightly tightened its grip on the bowl.

It raised its eyes and looked at Ash, its gaze fixed on the depths of those eyes that were trying to remain calm.

A scarlet flame seemed to flicker for an extremely brief moment before being forcibly extinguished.

"...Pfft."

It responded with a low groan, which was taken as an admission.

indeed.

From the moment I open my eyes, every moment.

I want to fight when I see light, I want to tear when I encounter wind, and even breathing feels like fuel for my anger.

If it weren't for its astonishing willpower in suppressing the body, this body would never have a moment's peace.

"Is that so...?"

Xiao Gang stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

I thought the Inferno Monkey, like me, regained its sanity by extending its sage period.

Looking at it this way, it's clearly holding it in!

Thinking about it that way.

Xiao Gang's gaze towards the Fire Monkey was immediately filled with admiration.

If I were to call myself a hedonist, it would be in indulging in the pleasures of desire... well, in tempering myself amidst suffering.

That fiery monkey that doesn't let desire break through its will is the ascetic!

It is a path fraught with thorns!

"Then wouldn't that mean... you'd be in constant pain?"

Xiaoxia couldn't help but ask.

"Pfft..."

pain?

of course.

Infernape clenched its fist, its muscles bulging, feeling the surging, unreleased power within it.

But if this anger is allowed to ignite and spread to the innocent... the pain caused by such consequences will be a hundred times greater!

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhi stopped translating.

He put down his bowl, stood up, and walked straight to Infernape.

He wiped away his tears, his eyes showing neither pity nor fear.

Yes, it's all about appreciation.

"They have the ability, but they don't bully the weak; they harbor a great fire in their hearts, but they desperately control themselves so as not to hurt others..."

"Infernape, you're really strong!"

Not just physically!

It's even more about the spirit!

Ash grabbed Primeape's hand, his gaze intense as he stared directly at it.

"I really like you! By the way, do you want to come with me?"

"Pikachu, Pikachu."

Pikachu, who was drinking soup nearby, touched Bulbasaur with its little paw, with a little soup still on its mouth.

Look at this, doesn't it look like the time I met you before?

The seed captain frowned as he looked at Pikachu.

It stretched out its vine whip and, quite naturally, tugged at Xiao Gang's clothes to wipe Pikachu's mouth.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"seed."

That's true.

Under the threat of Bulbasaur's whip, Brock dared not utter a word of anger.

On the other side, Primeape looked at Ash with some surprise.

Follow the humans?

It's not that it hadn't considered it.

But its "anger" is an unstable bomb; even it doesn't know when that string will snap completely.

At that time... it doesn't know what it will do.

After all, when it gets angry, even it is afraid of itself!

Seeing the Primeape's hesitation, Ash let go and grinned.

"Don't worry! With me, there will be absolutely no problems!"

"There are dojos to fight in, and strong opponents to challenge!"

"The goal is to become stronger, to win, not to cause meaningless destruction!"

"You can unleash your power and vent your anger in a fair and square battle!"

Everyone nodded.

Let alone one Primalta, even a whole group of Primalta wouldn't be able to cause any trouble in Ash's hands.

The specific object of this "opponent," "battle," and "indulgence"... is somewhat, possibly, or perhaps open to discussion...

"How about it?"

Xiao Zhi stepped forward and then asked.

"Would you like to join me in finding a path that allows you to vent your anger without hurting others?"

"Pfft... Ha..."

The tranquility in the eyes of the Infernape was shattered.

The anger that had been suppressed for who knows how long, mixed with a certain desire, began to surge like unsealed lava.

It slowly put down the soup bowl and stood up.

Leaning slightly forward, an invisible pressure began to permeate the air.

"Pfft..."

Words fail me!

Prove it to me...

Is your capacity sufficient to contain my rage?

He jumped back a small step, assuming a fighting stance.

Its gaze shifted to Pikachu and Bulbasaur, who were drinking soup and watching the show from the side.

Bulbasaur immediately shook its head like a rattle.

The seeds on its back swayed with the movement.

"Seeds, seeds."

Don't look at it.