Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

"Shh~ Keep your voice down, Xiao Zhi. It's already suffered enough. Don't blurt out the truth."

"Indeed, even Little Rattata has surplus food, yet it still comes here. It seems it's not doing well here at all..."

Fat Ding looked down at the tree fruit on the ground, then looked up at the three humans who seemed to be discussing something in hushed tones.

"?!"

What do you mean?

What do you mean?!

It, the pink devil.

The holder of the legendary record of 23 goals.

The myth of invincibility in the hunting grounds.

The symbol of freedom—used as a beggar by these three humans?!

147. The intelligence is wrong!

Jigglypuff's pink cheeks flushed red at a visible speed.

It burned from a light pink all the way to a ripe tomato color.

What a shame!

This is an absolute disgrace!

Fatty's breath grew stronger and stronger, his whole body trembling roundly like an inflating balloon.

It looked like it was about to break free from Earth's gravity and take off from the spot.

But it forced a deep breath and pulled itself back from the brink of floating!

Do not!

Cannot take off!

It's a Jigglypuff that's seen it all!

Back in the day in the hunting grounds, it held on for twenty-three rounds without falling – what a legend that was!

What an honor!

What's more... it has a whole bunch of its own underlings watching right behind it!

Fatty's gaze fell on the two orange fruits at his feet.

A decision instantly formed in my mind.

Don't underestimate them. When faced with this situation, you have to use your absolute strength to fight back on the spot!

Fatty raised his head and glanced at the three of them.

It wants to use a tree fruit to get back the face it lost, with interest, right in front of those underlings!

The first one was wearing a baseball cap.

Hmm, it does look quite pleasing to the eye.

Then I'll let you off the hook for now!

The other one looks dark.

If its observation is correct, it's a cook, and you can't afford to offend the person who cooks.

I'll let you off this time!

Then it's you I've chosen!

That last little blond guy!

Having identified its target, Jigglypuff took two steps back.

Take a running start and aim.

"Buri!!!"

A powerful shout.

Fat Ding raised his right foot high, shifting his entire body weight onto his left leg, about to unleash a thunderous shot—

But then my foot slipped.

Then, in an extremely sudden, extremely awkward, and extremely undignified manner, it slid forward entirely.

"Buri—?!"

The fierce shout took a turn in mid-air, instantly shattering into a series of panicked, trembling sounds.

There was a loud cracking sound.

Jigglypuff landed face down on the grass.

The orange fruit that its toe brushed against tumbled twice in the air, tracing a graceful parabola.

Finally, it hit the back of its own head squarely and bounced to the side.

"Buli!"

There was a half-second of silence on the grass.

Pikachu was the first to lose control.

It pointed at the fat guy lying on the ground and laughed so hard that it slid right off the makeshift dining table.

Xiao Zhi, who was holding a bowl, was also stunned.

It fell down twice in a short period of time.

He had never seen anything like this before...

"What a slippery Pokémon!"

Xiao Gang couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Yes, it was because my foot slipped!

Xiao Zhi nodded.

Jigglypuff lay motionless on the grass, his face buried in the soil.

If it could, it would like to lie there forever.

Lie down to the ends of the earth.

But it could feel the gazes of its underlings behind it without even turning around!

Myths cannot be turned into jokes!

Fatty did a somersault and suddenly stood up.

His face was covered with a few blades of grass and a small patch of mud, and there was a faint red mark on his head from being hit by a tree fruit.

But it didn't bother wiping it away; its gaze swept past the three humans who were struggling to suppress their laughter and locked onto the electric mouse.

laugh!

You're still laughing!

Jigglypuffed out his cheeks.

With its short legs moving incredibly fast, its pink body charged straight at Pikachu with unstoppable momentum.

Rushing up to Pikachu, Jigglypuff swung its two little paws like windmills.

He unleashed a barrage of slaps on Pikachu!

The greatest truths are the simplest!

The slapping was rapid and frequent.

Fatty's lips were tightly pursed, each slap carrying the anger of humiliation and the determination to get revenge.

Pikachu was stunned for a moment after being attacked.

I felt patting on my stomach.

It looked down at the little pink thing that was frantically waving its claws.

This kind of force...

How should I put it? It felt like the counterattack it received when it was just idly raiding a Pichu's den wasn't as strong as the one it had just encountered.

Pikachu stretched out a little paw and gently patted Jigglypuff's head.

"Pikachu?"

That's it?

after all.

When your opponent is weak to a certain extent, everything it does seems like it's being coquettish.

"Buli!"

I was humiliated again.

Jigglypuff was so angry that his whole body swelled up, and his cheeks turned a deep red.

The slaps came even harder, the little hands almost leaving afterimages in the air.

It gritted its teeth, its eyes fixed on Pikachu's sharply defined abs.

beat!

I'll beat you until you beg for mercy!

I'll beat you until you can't laugh anymore!

But soon, Jigglypuff stopped.

It's not because Pikachu can't laugh anymore.

It's not because its little hands hurt so much.