Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

How come this person seems to understand what it's saying?

Venusaur composed itself and tentatively called out again.

"That...that?"

"So it's someone the professor knows!"

Venusaur: "?!"

You can actually understand it?!

Its pupils twitched slightly, but it quickly regained control.

Don't panic.

As the patriarch, one must never panic under any circumstances for the sake of saving face.

It nodded expressionlessly, its movements reserved and restrained, as if none of this was surprising.

Xiao Zhi then let go of her hand.

"what happened?"

Xia noticed something was wrong and tilted her head to ask.

Xiao Zhi sighed, his tone filled with an indescribable regret.

"I never expected it to be a frog that the PhD knows."

He thought he could finally go all out this time.

When he caught that vine whip, he could feel the heavy force behind it; it was definitely a formidable opponent.

"Is that so? Then this is going to be difficult."

Brock, who knows Ash well, chimed in with a hint of regret.

Venusaur: "..."

It's confirmed.

The way he spoke, the tone of his voice, the "what a pity we can't fight" expression.

He's definitely a descendant of that great tree! No doubt about it!

"Senior... I'm so sorry! But it's not directed at anyone in particular, Bulbasaur really doesn't want to evolve!"

Ash brought Bulbasaur and offered an apology.

With the steps in place, Venusaur nodded.

He indicated that he was also at fault and shouldn't have argued with a junior.

It subtly puffed out its chest, making its body appear even more imposing, and its gaze swept over the surrounding circle of Bulbasaur without leaving a trace.

Sure enough, the Bulbasaur's reaction did not disappoint it.

Whispers spread like a tide all around.

Every Bulbasaur's eyes shone with adoration, and their gazes toward Venusaur were even more fervent than before.

Did you hear that? The human who caught the ancestor's attack with his bare hands was actually a junior among juniors!

[The ancestor must have thoroughly humiliated its predecessors!]

[My god, the Ancestor is too powerful!]

Our Bulbasaur family is truly thriving!

The discussion grew louder and louder, and the Bulbasaur became more and more excited as they talked.

Venusaur sat calmly under the old tree, expressionless and silent.

But if someone could read Venusaur's expression, they would notice that the corners of its mouth were curving upwards in an extremely slow and subtle way.

Its eyes were slightly narrowed.

The large flower on its back had unknowingly opened up a little more, emitting a calm and contented fragrance.

The frog appeared before him.

This is the treatment it deserves as an ancestor!

Having lived for so many years and reached this level, nothing—no rare treasures, no breakthrough in strength—can compare to this kind of adoration that makes one feel like a star surrounded by the moon.

Especially after almost being humiliated by a junior, the feeling of being elevated to a pedestal again is even more comfortable than basking in the sun all day.

Venusaur was extremely pleased!

Even the way they looked at Ash suddenly became much more affectionate.

Well, even among the younger generation of that great tree, there are still some good people.

At least this kid knows how to handle things and knows how to save face.

Unlike his awful senior, who was simply... ugh!

It cleared its throat and waited for the surrounding chatter to subside before slowly speaking.

"Bana—"

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Venusaur's gaze returned to Ash, or more precisely, to the bewildered Bulbasaur at his feet.

It examined it for a moment.

This little guy isn't particularly large, nor are his limbs thick; at first glance, he doesn't seem special.

But Venusaur has lived for decades and has seen more Bulbasaur seeds than leaves in the forest; it never judges things by their appearance.

It noticed the posture of Bulbasaur when it fired its solar beam.

There were no unnecessary movements, no tense trembling, and even in the moment before the energy went out of control, its body maintained absolute balance.

This kind of foundation cannot be developed through training.

"Bana—"

Junior.

Your Bulbasaur has quite good potential.

Ash was taken aback: "Huh?"

Venusaur croaked twice more, its tone unusually patient.

It is very talented.

With such a foundation, it would be a real shame not to follow its lead and benefit from its continuous beam of light.

Although, judging from its perspective, the accuracy and timing of that solar beam just now were far from perfect.

But the fact that it can achieve this level of capability demonstrates its natural sensitivity to and control of energy, which is quite remarkable.

When Venusaur said these words, its tone was flat and indifferent, as if it were stating a fact.

But the surrounding Bulbasaur were already in an uproar.

The ancestor himself said he has talent?

That little guy?

Doesn't that mean... the ancestor will personally guide it?

My goodness, what an incredible blessing!

Ash's eyes lit up immediately.

"what do you mean……"

Venusaur nodded.

Anyway, the ancestor was just idling around.

However, let me be clear from the start: learning skills from it depends on talent.

"What were you thinking, Bulbasaur?"

Ash looked down at Bulbasaur.

Bulbasaur glanced discreetly at Brock, whose resistance to Vine Whip was becoming increasingly strong, and then nodded emphatically.

You must learn!

Of course I want to learn!

Venusaur nodded.

This indomitable spirit is just like my own back then.

Unlike that blown-up fossil pterosaur, this one is real!

Without any preamble, we went straight into teaching mode.

It slowly closed its eyes.

The large flower on its back slowly unfolded in the silence, each petal seemingly illuminated, gleaming with a faint golden light.

Then, something amazing happened.

Ash felt a slight tremor in the ground beneath his feet, but it wasn't the kind of tremor that occurs during an earthquake.

It is a gentler, deeper pulse, like the earth itself breathing.

He looked down and saw that the grass at his feet was turning yellow and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dew on the tips of the grass evaporated into mist, rising up in wisps.

It wasn't just at his feet.

Centered on the Venusaur, all the vegetation within a radius of several meters was rapidly losing its vitality, its emerald green turning into withered yellow, and its upright stems and leaves drooping helplessly.

That energy seemed to converge on the large flower on Venusaur's back.

The radiance of the large flower grew brighter and brighter, changing from pale gold to golden gold, and then from golden gold to dazzling white gold.

The whole process took less than a second.

Xiao Zhi's pupils contracted slightly.