Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Shiba withdrew his fist, a piercing glint flashing in his eyes.

"it is good!"

He couldn't help but cheer.

This technique.

He feels he won't be able to use his skills unless he's beaten for ten years!

I really don't know where Ash found such a fine piece of jade!

"Is it force dissipation?"

Xiao Zhi realized what was happening and blurted it out.

Shiba nodded.

"That's exactly right! Forcing it to fight, in my opinion, is actually a bad idea!"

"but--"

Shiba then changed the subject.

"Did you know that the applications of energy dissipation go beyond this?"

Both Primeape and Ash looked up at the same time, their eyes showing the same confusion.

real or fake?

How come I (it) didn't know I (it) had been beaten so many times?

"What you just did was to deflect, neutralize, and dissipate my force."

Shiba spoke slowly, gesturing with his hands in the air.

“I once met an old man who called this ‘the power of conservation’.”

He resumed his stance, knees slightly bent, and lowered his center of gravity.

"But this can also go a step further—using the opponent's attack to counter their force and create considerable destructive power, which is called 'offensive force'!"

He gestured with his chin toward Infernape, his eyes conveying a sense of challenge.

"Come on, hit me!"

Primarine instinctively turned its head to look at Ash.

Xiao Zhi nodded almost imperceptibly, his eyes filled with encouragement.

Having obtained the trainer's permission, Primeape no longer hesitated.

With a fierce look in his eyes, he stomped his right foot on the ground and shot out like an arrow!

He delivered a lightning-fast punch to Shiba!

The wind howled from the punch.

Shiba neither dodged nor avoided.

He simply shifted his body slightly to the side and his chest contracted—just like the Infernape's earlier movement.

The instant the punch was deflected, Shiba's body suddenly straightened, like a bowstring that had been fully drawn and then suddenly released.

The force that was released seemed to circle inside his body, flowing down his shoulder and arm, and finally converging on his other fist!

He threw a punch.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Before the Inferno Monkey could even react, it was struck squarely in the eye socket.

It was stunned.

He looked down at his fists, then raised his hand to touch his bruised eye socket.

A look of shock flashed in his eyes.

This punch was as if it had hit itself!

That force, that feeling—it was clearly its own punching power!

"Do you understand now?"

Shiba stood with his fists clenched, his breathing steady and normal, his chest not even rising and falling noticeably.

The fiery monkey shook its head blankly, its eyes still looking dazed.

But Xiao Zhi nodded emphatically, his eyes shining like two lamps.

"Understood!"

He took a step forward, his hands unconsciously gesturing in the air.

"You caught the force that came at you, instead of resisting it head-on, then let it circulate inside your body, adding your own strength, and then sent it out!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice rose by half an inch.

"This is the true essence of energy dissipation!"

Xiao Zhi exclaimed in amazement, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Use their strength against them, and use their own methods against them!"

He drew a circle in the air with both hands.

"The better you do, the more you borrow; the more you borrow, the harder you have to pay back!"

"Pfft?"

The fiery monkey blinked, looking bewildered, its dark circles making it appear somewhat comical.

How come it seems like Ash, the bystander, understands things better than the one being beaten?

"Don't understand? That's okay!"

Ash walked up and patted Primeape's furry shoulder.

"I'll teach you then!"

Shiba: "???"

No, wait—

Wasn't it me who taught it?

How did it become you teaching?

And how can you learn it just by looking at it once?

He opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words.

After calming himself down, Shiba coughed lightly, using the sound to draw everyone's attention back.

He said to the Infernape.

"Don't doubt yourself, you have this talent."

"Be calm, patient, and able to take a beating—but remember, taking a beating is not the goal, it's a means."

"Only by withstanding a beating can one gain the strength to fight back."

"What you need to practice next is how to retain that force while dissipating it, how to let it circulate in your body, and how to send it out at the most appropriate time."

......

Shiba pointed out each of the Pokémon to the others.

He was about to continue speaking—

A yellow mouse ran up to him with an expectant look on its face.

Pikachu is holding the same notebook as Ash, with a crooked Pikachu head drawn on the cover.

With the pen in its paw, Pikachu stared longingly at Shiba.

We've already taught all the other Pokémon, so it's time for this one, right?

Shiba looked down at the yellow-skinned rat, and his expression immediately turned strange.

He deliberately omitted Pikachu.

Although Ash's other Pokémon are also quite strange.

But this Pikachu... it's strange beyond strange.

As a Pikachu, with an Electric-type base, it has plenty of speed but lacks strength, and plenty of explosive power but lacks endurance.

Logically, this kind of Pokémon should be used for a fast-paced attack.

Train reaction time, body movement, and the intensity of electric shocks.

But this one in front of me—why is it that it excels in strength?

Moreover, the drug resistance is also terrifyingly high, and for a moment... he really didn't know how to guide them.

This applies to any Fighting-type Pokémon.

Even with just a little strength, one could easily take off and reach the pinnacle of life.

But it just so happens to be a Pikachu.

Looking at Pikachu staring longingly at him, Shiba felt unprecedented pressure.

He cleared his throat.

"Ahem...you..."

Pikachu leaned forward, holding the notebook even higher.

"...He is talented."

Shiba carefully considered his words.

"Yes, a very great talent."

"Pikachu, Pikachu?"

And then what? And then what?