Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

The brilliant light of evolution flickered like a faulty light bulb under its forceful suppression.

After a few final struggles, it reluctantly dimmed and dissipated.

Xiaoxia subconsciously looked at Lijia, who had just been explaining the science.

Rika: "???!"

No?

How can there be Pokémon that resist evolving?!

Xiao Zhi, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised at all.

He strode forward, took off his coat without hesitation, and deftly draped it over the Charmander's shoulders.

Then, he sat down cross-legged in front of the Charizard.

Regardless of whether the ground was dirty, he then pulled out a bunch of bottles and jars.

Xiao Zhi picked up a can of paint and grinned.

"You can rest assured about my skills!"

"After it's repaired, you absolutely won't be able to tell; it'll look brand new!"

"Roar……"

The fire dragon gave a low response.

The tense body relaxed slightly, and the body lay down, bringing the part that needed repair close to Xiao Zhi, letting Xiao Zhi handle it.

Putting everything else aside, it is indeed confident in Xiao Zhi's skill in repairing "skin".

They've already mastered it.

Rika: "......"

A gym leader who feels completely out of touch with the unique bond and thinking between contemporary trainers and Pokémon.

He sighed almost inaudibly and raised his hand to rub his slightly aching temples.

What is all this nonsense...?

Then, her gaze finally shifted from this "outrageous" scene to the domino flower...

The field behind us.

A look of heartache immediately appeared on his face.

The once meticulously manicured lawn has been turned into scorched, smoking mud, with ashes and potholes scattered everywhere.

The shrubs, vines, and flowerbeds she had carefully cultivated to decorate the field and aid in battle were now either charred or lying askew, barely alive.

They lost the game?

That's a small matter.

As the owner of the museum, she was well aware that victory and defeat were common occurrences in war.

The victorious flower was cruelly destroyed?

It's not something unacceptable.

In Pokémon battles, injuries are inevitable.

Moreover, Grass-type Pokémon are the most resilient.

With the solid foundation of my own Queen of the Night flower, I'll dig a hole, bury it properly, and water it with a specially formulated nutrient solution.

Let it bask in the sun for a few days, absorb plenty of nutrients, and it'll be back to its energetic self, ready to argue and play pranks on you.

but……

This meticulously designed, carefully maintained, and painstakingly constructed battlefield is now just ruined!

The gym area, which usually only requires simple repairs during battles, has now suffered a devastating blow!

The thought of replanning the greenery, renovating the land, purchasing and cultivating landscape plants, and restoring the original layout...

The time and effort required made Lijia feel dizzy.

"It's a little lacking in color; it's a bit too pale."

"And here, the seam needs to be smoothed out a bit more."

"Pikachu!"

Ash and his friends huddled around Charmeleon, heads close together, discussing the details of repairs.

It broke the monotony.

"All right!"

That's it.

Ash casually pulled over a curious Pikachu and rubbed the paint stains on his hands with its fur.

"Pikachu?!"

Pikachu was caught off guard.

Its ears perked up, and it let out a short protest.

Ash laughed and turned to Charmeleon.

"What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Charizard lowered its head, turned its arms, and carefully examined the abrasions on its skin.

The damaged areas have been cleverly filled.

The newly applied paint blends seamlessly with the original color.

It carefully touched the repaired area with the tip of its paw.

Feeling the smooth texture, a look of satisfaction was evident on his face, and he exhaled a breath carrying sparks from his nose.

"Roar!"

Watching Ash interact with his Pokémon.

Rika finally recovered from the shock of Ash's re-creation of her gym grounds.

She put away the hibiscus flower and took out a badge from the small, exquisite sleeve pocket of her kimono.

She walked slowly towards Xiaozhi, her voice regaining its usual gentleness.

"Xiao Zhi".

Ash, who was reaching out to pat Pikachu's head to comfort it but was dodged, looked up at the sound.

My eyes were immediately drawn to the exquisite badge in Lijia's hand.

It was an exquisitely crafted eight-petaled flower, each petal displaying a different color.

“This badge,” Lika said, handing it out gracefully, “is yours to deserve. It’s proof that you won this battle with your strength and conviction.”

"Great!"

Ash's eyes lit up. He rubbed his hands on his pants and then solemnly accepted the badge.

I received this badge.

He is now at the fourth level of the Power of the Emblem!

Even among many trainees of the same age.

This achievement is absolutely remarkable, a testament to a promising young person with a bright future, and someone who can look down on a large number of people!

"Thank you, Ms. Rika! That was a wonderful match!"

"Yes...yes..."

Lijia's lips maintained a smile, but her gaze once again involuntarily drifted towards the battlefield, which resembled a masterpiece of abstract painting.

The fingers inside the sleeve curled slightly.

She quickly composed herself, deciding not to look at that painful place again. Changing the subject, her gaze swept over Xiaoxia, who was looking excited.

"Speaking of which, now that you've received the Rainbow Badge, what are your plans for your next trip?"

Lijia's voice returned to its calm tone, as if she were having a casual chat.

Are you planning to head straight to the next gym location?

"The next gym..." Ash stroked his chin, then naturally turned to his two companions, "What do you guys think?"

Xiaoxia lightly touched her cheek with her fingertip, pondering for a moment.

"I haven't made any specific plans yet, I'll just follow you guys."

Xiao Gang, who had switched to his reliable form, took out his Pokédex.

He quickly flipped through the map and began his analysis in a serious tone.

"Given Celadon City's geographical location, the closest city to which we haven't yet challenged the gym is probably Asakura..."

"That's it!"

Lijia clearly interrupted Xiaogang, her voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable sense of severance.

"It seems we don't have a very clear goal yet."

Xiao Gang was taken aback, and tried to finish speaking.

"I meant light red..."

"Since the itinerary isn't completely finalized yet!"

Lijia seemed not to have heard the second half of his sentence at all, and continued smoothly with a smile.

Her tone rose slightly, carrying a suggestive undertone.

"Then why don't you listen to what I have to say?"

Xiao Gang: "???"

He opened his mouth, looking at Lijia's flawless, gentle smile, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.