Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

"Let me put it this way: with the same force—a slap or a finger stabbing you—which hurts more?"

He paused, and before Xiao Zhi could answer, he answered his own question.

"Of course it's the latter. The reason is simple: because the power is concentrated."

Xiao Zhi nodded, his eyes focused.

"I understand."

He lowered his head, the pen tip moving rapidly across the paper, muttering to himself in a serious tone.

"Under the same force, the smaller the area of ​​contact with the force, the more concentrated the pressure distribution."

"According to the pressure formula P=F/S, when F remains constant, if S decreases, P will naturally increase."

"Pikachu! Pikachu!"

Pikachu shook its head and tapped its ears.

That's right, that's right.

I just reviewed this formula a few days ago.

Shiba: "..."

What area?

What kind of pressure?

What pressure?

He stared blankly at the man and the rat in front of him.

As an older generation of people from Northeast China, my level of education was basically limited to elementary school.

After all, in their time, people didn't pay so much attention to such things when going on adventures.

The general procedure is as follows.

[This is a backpack], [This is a Poké Ball], [Alright, let's go on an adventure!]

【What? You're saying there aren't any Pokémon in the Poké Ball?】

[Useless thing, you've grown up for nothing, can't you even catch it yourself!]

As for reading?

What kind of reading? What books should we read?

"Ahem! That's right!"

Shiba cleared his throat.

Although he couldn't understand it, that didn't stop him from nodding with a profound and inscrutable expression.

That's the logic!

"In short—it's about concentrating all your strength into one point and unleashing it in an instant."

He raised his hand, palm down, and slowly closed his fingers.

"From surfaces to lines, from lines to points."

As he spoke, his thick hand gradually clenched into a fist, then extended his index finger, and finally—with a slight exertion at the fingertip, as if he really wanted to put all his strength into that tiny point.

"Practice to the extreme, and you will attain the ultimate essence of strength."

Xiao Zhi quickly jotted down notes in his notebook, the pen scribbling as lines of text fell onto the paper.

Pikachu also huddled nearby, its little head following Ash's hand movements, nodding occasionally.

"So next, I will teach you how to squeeze every bit of power out of your body and concentrate it all into one point for a burst of power."

As soon as Shiba finished speaking, he turned his palm upwards.

"The essence of softness is another way of using strength: using someone else's strength against them, and overcoming hardness with softness..."

"Isn't that similar to energy dissipation?"

Xiao Zhi looked up, raised his hand, and asked.

Shiba glanced at him.

"Although it sounds similar, the principle of 'eliminating force' is ultimately just a manifestation of the profound meaning of 'softness'."

He raised his hand and drew a circle in the air.

"The true essence of softness lies in the word 'guidance'—disturbing the opponent with minimal force, using minimal effort to achieve maximum effect."

"Of course, this also puts one's ability to use strength to its fullest potential to be extremely tested."

He withdrew his hand and looked at Xiaozhi.

"After all, only by understanding how power flows can we find its weaknesses and guide it."

Xiao Zhi listened and took notes without even looking up.

Pikachu was also gesturing nearby.

Shiba looked at the man and the mouse, paused, and his tone revealed a hint of reminiscence.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank a kid from the Hoenn region for inspiring this profound principle of gentleness."

"?"

Xiao Zhi raised his head.

"A vine tree—have you ever heard of it?"

Xiao Zhi thought for a moment and then shook his head seriously.

"Have not heard."

"That kid is quite a martial arts genius."

Shiba's gaze drifted into the distance.

"As you know, the Hoenn region is known for its elaborate contests."

"Everywhere there are flashy performances and battles, and the moves are all about looking good."

"The move should be flashy and dazzling, ideally even spinning three times in the air—"

He looked away, his tone tinged with emotion.

"Even in such an environment, he was able to stay true to himself and focus on the cultivation of martial arts."

"His unwavering resolve is the most steadfast I have ever seen."

Xiao Zhi nodded thoughtfully.

Even Brother Shiba said so, so he must be a formidable figure!

He silently wrote the words "vine tree" in the corner of his notebook and drew a small star next to them.

"All right."

Shiba snapped out of his thoughts and clapped his hands.

"Theory alone is useless."

He moved his shoulders, and his bones cracked.

"No matter how you put it, it all requires a very high degree of control over one's own strength. Next up is the time for private instruction!"

......

Two days later.

The corner of the training ground was piled with broken wooden stakes, stacked haphazardly into a small mountain, with fresh wood shavings still visible on the cut surfaces.

It's about converting a surface into points.

The best approach is to visually demonstrate the destructive power and continuously summarize the findings.

So those wooden stakes became the best targets.

The scene should have been like this:

Shiba stood by, pointing and giving instructions, and occasionally even demonstrating himself.

Ash's Pokémon pondered deeply, gesturing at the air, slowly grasping the profound mystery of the secret.

But in reality, Shiba sat on a bench by the field, staring blankly at the field.

It took two days.

He's already mastered the two great mysteries?!

Is this... this talent?!

Of course, it wasn't Ash's Pokémon that learned it—those little guys did improve, but they were still far from mastering it.

But what truly made Shiba question his existence was Ash himself.

Master one secret technique every day!

Although I'm not yet proficient and far from being able to use it freely, I've still mastered it!

It is the ability to clearly explain the principles, accurately demonstrate the movements, and spot any flaws in the exertion at a glance – this is true "mastery"!

Shiba rubbed his temples.

What the hell is that monster?

He has mentored many trainers, from novice trainers to renowned gym leaders, from ambitious challengers to seasoned fighters—no one has ever mentored anyone like Ash.

Which of those so-called geniuses didn't practice a single movement repeatedly for ten days or half a month before they could even get a basic grasp of it?

Who among them didn't gradually improve under his scolding and correction?

This kid is something else. He's only been practicing for two days, but he acts like he's been training for two years.

Is this the kind of shock Professor Oak felt when he was defeated and retired?

Before he could think it through, Xiao Zhi ran over again with a frown on his face.

"Brother Shiba!"