Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Meanwhile, a pair of people and a cat were smiling broadly, holding a brocade banner in their hands.

He knew it all too well.

It was Musashi, Kojiro, and Nyanko.

Above the photo was a large, bold headline:

With the generous assistance of concerned citizens, police and local experts quickly solved a bizarre case!

The subtitle is even more jarring:

With the help of a genius program, the alliance's security monitoring system may be about to receive a "Skynet" upgrade!

Sakaki: "...?"

110. Martial Arts Conference!

Back to Ash's side.

The handling of the dream-inducing tapir and the hypnotic tapir went surprisingly smoothly.

Given their actual harm in the case—despite their timid nature, they possess unique abilities.

Especially after Xiaogang carefully explained, and even almost quoted classical texts, what consequences their hypnosis and dream-making could cause.

Officer Jenny felt that no matter how she handled it, it wasn't quite right.

Ultimately, it was on Xiaozhi's advice that we decided to proceed.

The two Pokémon eventually got special jobs at the Pokémon Center in Celadon City—

Assist trainers or Pokémon in treating insomnia or anxiety due to various reasons.

In Miss Joey's words.

"If their hypnotic abilities are used properly and with professional medical guidance, their effects are gentler and more direct than many drugs."

With this "half-staff" position...

The Dream-Inducing Baku and the Hypnotic Baku's admiration for Satoshi was like a surging river, never-ending.

I am naturally extremely satisfied with this job.

Having resolved this unexpected incident, Ash and his two companions returned to their temporary lodgings.

In the days that followed.

They strolled around Yuhong City, waiting for Rika's recovery and the opening of the martial arts tournament.

Lijia, on the other hand, was discharged from the hospital quite quickly.

Although Ash secretly whispered to the two of them, when they got close, she still had the unique scent of Gloom.

But she herself still retains that gentle and elegant Yamato Nadeshiko demeanor.

When the three asked her why she had accidentally broken what looked like a biological weapon at the dojo that day, she was surprised.

Lijia said she couldn't remember.

Her memory stopped when she went to the storeroom that morning.

Ms. Joey provided a professional explanation for this.

"It's possible that the body received some kind of intense stimulus in an instant, triggering its self-protective mechanism."

This can lead to temporary loss of control of behavior and memory blockage.

This is not uncommon in medicine, as long as she is not seriously ill.

Memories may gradually return over time; let nature take its course.

......

A few days of peace passed.

Ash's long-awaited martial arts tournament is finally about to begin.

As the gym leader, Rika needed to stay behind and couldn't personally escort them to the arena, so she explained the location in detail—

A fairly large resort on the outskirts of the city.

The three of them set off early in the morning.

Following the road signs, we headed towards the outskirts of the city.

Leaving the bustling city center, the roads gradually become surrounded by greenery, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of earth and vegetation.

The three of them walked and talked.

"Lijia said that this competition has attracted quite a few fighting experts!"

When this is mentioned, Xiao Zhi rubs his hands together, full of fighting spirit.

Even without exercising every morning, his blood was already boiling with excitement.

"Xiao Zhi, although I've said it several times, I feel it's still necessary to remind you again."

Xia, who was standing to the side, sighed helplessly and spoke again.

"He's a Fighting-type expert, not a Fighting-type expert! Besides, trainers aren't allowed to participate in the tournament!"

"Oh dear, they're all the same! They're all the same!"

Xiao Zhi waved his hand and grinned.

"Xiaoxia, you don't understand. Think about it, if a trainer can't even train himself well, how can he possibly raise a Fighting-type Pokémon well?"

"So, a fighting-type expert is probably the same as a fighting master!"

Xiaoxia: "???"

Is this how it's called an equality?!

"Pikachu".

Pikachu perched on Ash's shoulder and nodded solemnly.

That makes sense.

To be honest, that's exactly how I am with Xiaozhi.

The AI ​​is so powerful, and I deserve a lot of credit for it!

This also demonstrates the effectiveness of their training!

As they were talking and laughing, they heard a rustling sound of wind coming from the roadside ahead.

The three of them stopped and looked over.

A brown, humanoid Pokémon was seen jogging along the grass beside the road, repeatedly practicing its jab.

Xiao Gang quickly identified the Pokémon.

Its body is purple like a warrior's armor, its head has a patchy mane, and its hands are covered with red boxing gloves.

Sharp eyes, decisive movements.

He then said.

"It's a Fast Punch Man!"

"Let me tell you, it's said that its punches are so fast they can even tear the air apart..."

Upon hearing this, Quick Fist Man paused for a moment, then swung his fists even more vigorously, the wind whipping around his fists, with a hint of showing off.

He even threw a few extra punches in their direction.

"Fast Fist Man..."

Ash looked the Pokémon up and down.

My gaze lingered for a moment on its bulging biceps and taut leg muscles.

He then nodded.

It is indeed faster than the punches of ordinary Pokémon.

"...However, I've heard that these Pokémon don't last very long."

Xiao Gang turned slightly to the side, half-covered his mouth with his hand, and lowered his voice, as if sharing some secret that no one else knew, afraid that the person in question would hear it.

"Although the explosive power is strong, it can only maintain high-intensity output for a maximum of three minutes. After three minutes, the stamina will not be able to keep up."

"Pikachu?"

Pikachu tilted its head and twitched its ears.

Oh, I see. So it was just a cheap imitation.

It took a closer look at Quick Punch, who was still throwing punches with all his might, and then raised a small paw and touched its chin.

He commented in a very serious manner.

"Pikachu".

The speed is okay.

The force wasn't applied deeply enough; the punch felt a bit weak.

It lacks a solid, robust strength.

Pikachu didn't lower its voice.

The quick-fisted man suddenly stopped moving and turned his head sharply.

A pair of sharp eyes glared angrily at Pikachu—

You even wrote a review!

What does a yellow-skinned rat, a wild dog-like creature, know about martial arts?!

"Yebi!"

With a low growl, Quick Fist Man stood with his feet apart, adopting a standard boxing stance, his red boxing gloves poised in front of him.

His eyes were full of provocation