Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

"Then the three of us are all ready to go! Next destination: the hunting grounds!"

"Pickup!"

Pikachu perched on Ash's shoulder and protested in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, okay," Ash quickly corrected himself, "Then the four of us are all ready to go! Next destination: the Safari Zone!"

"Be careful on the road."

Ah Xing stood up, picked up a small cloth bag from the side, and handed it to Xiao Zhi.

“This is an antidote that my father has treasured. It’s much more effective than the ones sold in stores…” She glanced at Xiaoxia as she said this, “…I think you should be able to use it.”

"Have a heart."

Xiao Gang nodded solemnly.

"Since it's an antidote, then we won't stand on ceremony."

Xiao Zhi readily accepted it and casually stuffed it into his backpack.

Then they carried Xiaoxia away.

Under Ash's pressure, Misty, with a sandwich stuffed in her mouth, could only protest by making "mmm" sounds.

She chewed desperately, finally swallowing the last bite as she walked out of the dojo.

"call--"

I took a deep breath and looked around.

"Wait, wait! They're gone already? Where's Senior Aju? Why didn't she come?"

As the first person to truly acknowledge my culinary skills—not with polite praise, but with genuine appreciation.

Ah Ju's status as a senior in her heart has skyrocketed.

She deliberately kept some ingredients she had never seen before.

I was hoping to show off my skills again this morning and make a decent breakfast for this knowledgeable senior.

As a result, Xiaogang beat him to it, which was truly heinous.

Upon hearing this, Ah Xing's expression froze.

Yes!

I was so busy chatting with the three of them that I got distracted.

It seems my dad only showed up once and hasn't appeared since!

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen him since he left yesterday..."

Ah Xing tilted her head and thought for a moment, then waved her hand dismissively.

"But there's absolutely no need to worry about Dad. I guess he got some inspiration after eating what you made?"

After all, Poison-type Pokémon, Fluffy, was in a blissful state after eating Misty's food.

He became so arrogant that he threatened to beat up ten of his fathers.

He was also punished by having to write down idioms from the dictionary.

As for whether Dad also got infected?

This situation was completely outside Ah Xing's comprehension.

After all, Dad is very strong!

How could a dojo master at the near-elite level be knocked out by a single meal?

Didn't you see that after he finished eating what Xiaoxia made, he could still go out for a walk as if nothing had happened?

"I see..."

Xiaoxia slumped her shoulders in disappointment.

I was hoping to have a good exchange of ideas with Senior Aju.

Looking at it this way...

I guess I'll just have to send things here for my seniors to appreciate in the future.

Ash, who was listening nearby and knew where A-Ju had gone, remained silent.

To deliver?

It's already a miracle that my brother can stand up now.

Yesterday, he single-handedly moved Brother Aju to a safe location and then gave him a special antidote.

But that only relieved the symptoms.

In the end, he was the one who took A-Ju all the way to the Pokémon Center, and thanks to Nurse Joy's emergency treatment, the Poison Master was miraculously brought back to life.

From the moment she was poisoned to the moment she was detoxified, Ah Ju didn't utter a single sound, maintaining the dignity of a poison master throughout.

Even as soon as he opened his eyes, my brother started talking.

So, even if I completely let go and don't resist, is this all there is to it for me?

This directly shocked Ash's worldview.

He truly is a real man among real men.

After a brief farewell, the three turned to leave.

Ah-Xing stood at the entrance of the dojo and waved vigorously at them.

Come visit again sometime!

"must!"

Xiaoxia turned around and waved vigorously.

......

The three left the gym and headed north along the main road of Fuchsia City.

The morning light was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

A gentle breeze was blowing, making it the perfect weather for traveling.

With Xiaogang leading the way, things got better.

Before long, they arrived at a flat and open area.

A simple wooden fence separates this area from the outside world; the fence is not high and is more like a symbolic boundary.

Unlike Asakusa City, which is full of trees, the vegetation here is mainly low shrubs, offering a wide and open view.

In the distance, rolling hills are faintly visible, along with scattered reflections on the water, which are likely lakes or streams within the hunting grounds.

Following the signs, the three found the entrance to the hunting grounds.

A small wooden house stood there all alone by the roadside.

The log cabin is a typical country style house, built with logs and covered with dark tiles on the roof.

A sunshade was erected in front of the house, under which sat an old rattan chair and a stone chessboard, the chess pieces still showing an unfinished game.

An old man with gray hair and a straw hat sat in front of the wooden house, watching videos while holding a picture book.

The old man watched with great interest, a smile playing on his lips.

However... the background noise in the video sounded somewhat familiar to Xiaogang.

Why does this look so much like the Galar region swimsuit show that he stayed up all night watching three times last night?

Ash's eyes lit up as he eagerly awaited the moment.

With a high-speed movement, he arrived in front of the old man in an instant.

"Hello there!"

The sudden noise startled the old man.

The illustrated guide in his hand flew out.

Xiao Gang, quick-witted and agile, slid in and caught the encyclopedia at the last second.

Black skin, swimsuit, plus a turtle.

He recognized the person in the video at a glance.

Lulina?

The picture quality, the length, the angle—this is definitely a VIP selection!

That's classy!

"Your illustration guide."

Xiao Gang handed the illustrated guide to the old man and nodded solemnly.

Eyes facing each other.

The old man was taken aback, then seemed to realize something and nodded heavily.

The two hands are clasped together.

No need for further explanation!

At this moment, the age gap disappears, the differences in identity blur, and only a pure, generation-crossing resonance remains.

This person is a comrade!

The old man stuffed the picture book into his pocket and cleared his throat.

"You three want to enter the hunting area, right?"

"Correct!"

"Then come with me."

The old man stood up, walked towards the wooden house, and then waved his hand, signaling the three to follow.

The three followed them into the wooden house.