Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

"state!"

"I'm talking about another one!!!"

With a bump on its head and looking aggrieved, the Gyarados swam back again.

It picked up the starfish and left.

The hot spring pool was quiet for three seconds.

Blaine's lips twitched, and he slowly spoke.

"Young people these days...are quite energetic, huh?"

"Hmm... Ah..." Xiao Gang managed to utter.

"Xiaoxia has grown up too."

Xiao Zhi nodded. Just a moment ago, he had actually seen a bit of his mother's shadow in her.

Shocked, he momentarily lost his footing and failed to block the attack from the starfish.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, Blaine released his own Platypus.

It was still wrapped in bandages.

His lower abdomen was particularly thick, causing him to walk with a limp, and his mouth would twitch with every step.

It stood by the pool, looking down at the steaming hot spring water.

First, she gritted her teeth and then stuck her whole leg in.

Then he slowly sank his whole body into the hot spring.

The moment the water overflowed the bandages, the duckbill fire beast's body visibly stiffened.

It tensed every muscle in its face, as if it were preparing for torture.

Two seconds later, its expression changed.

The "Hmm!" changed to "Eh—".

It changed from "Eh—" to "Oh~".

The Duckbill Flame Beast sank completely into the water, with only one nostril and forehead visible, and a series of low "gurgling" sounds coming from its throat.

“Senior.” Xiao Gang recovered slightly from his “deathly” state, as his instinct as a breeder overcame the emptiness of life. “It has injuries. Is it okay for it to soak in water like this?”

“Of course it’s fine.” Uncle Xia leaned leisurely against the pool wall, his arm resting on the volcanic rock, looking completely at ease. “After all, this water is no ordinary water.”

"Huh? Really?"

Upon hearing this, not only Xiao Gang was shocked.

Even the fire-breathing dragon in the water had its tail wrapped up and placed on the shore.

Ash, who had carved out four suitable holes of varying depths on the volcanic rock by hand for Bulbasaur, Krabby, Pidgeotto, and Butterfree, also turned around.

Seeing this, Xia Bo smiled smugly.

"Ordinary hot spring water has a slightly smelly odor, more or less."

"Smell this, does this pool smell?"

Xiao Zhi sniffed hard.

Indeed, apart from the dampness and the faint astringent smell of rocks, there was no foul odor at all.

After all, it is a product of volcanic gases dissolving in water.

Logically, it should have a faint rotten egg smell.

"Why is that?"

Xiao Zhi raised his hand, like a student listening attentively in class.

Upon hearing this, Blaine stood up and walked behind an inconspicuous rock by the pool.

Bending down to unscrew something.

With a "click," a new stream of water, shimmering with a faint blue-white luster, gushed out from several hidden outlets at the bottom of the pool.

"This water is from a 'water ring' created by a Water-type Pokémon. After being heated by geothermal energy, it is transported here through pipes."

"After all, the water-based move 'Water Ring' has the effect of continuously restoring stamina."

"Water circulation ring?"

Xiao Zhi was taken aback. He closed his eyes and carefully felt the warm sensation coming from his body.

It was indeed quite unusual—not just warm, but also a sense of relaxation that seeped into your bones, making you feel more and more refreshed the longer you soaked.

"There really is!"

"Gurgle~"

The duckbill fire beast gave a long, drawn-out response from the water.

Xiao Zhi scooped up a handful of water and smelled it carefully.

Huh?

Xiao Zhi was taken aback, then looked up.

"Senior, what kind of Pokémon is this Water Ring? Why does this water feel so familiar?"

Hearing what Xiaozhi said.

Pikachu also imitated Ash by sniffing the air.

Then he nodded very firmly.

"Pikachu".

Of course, it can't smell it.

But that doesn't stop it from having a large interior!

After all, if Xiaozhi says it's cooked, then it's cooked!

Blaine: "?"

What does it mean when it says "this water tastes somewhat familiar"?

Having lived this long, this was the first time he had ever heard of someone being able to smell the origin of a water-based technique.

187. How did you make the money? That's really hard to guess!

Although Blaine was a little shocked, Ash looked very serious.

It doesn't seem like they're just making things up.

I don't understand, but I respect it.

Shaking his head, Xia Bo still spoke.

"Yeah, it's a bunch of Squirtles."

“They come here a few times a year to do odd jobs and earn some extra money.”

"Squirtle?!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhi stood up from the water with a splash.

Pikachu was comfortably perched on his head.

He was immediately swept into the pool and splashed around with a "pika pika" sound.

"Yes, it's Squirtle."

Blair was startled by his strong reaction.

"What? You know each other?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, they should know each other!"

Ash scooped Pikachu out of the water and casually placed it on the shore.

"By the way, senior, may I go and take a look at them?"

"Look at them?"

Blaine completely couldn't understand the thought processes of today's young people.

"Now?"

"please!"

Xiao Zhi clasped his hands together, his attitude sincere.

Uncle Shabby shook his head helplessly.

After all, he was a promising junior.

He stood up from the hot spring, opened the low door, and whispered a few words to the waiter outside.

Less than five minutes.

A commotion of "Jenny, Jenny" could be heard outside the low gate.

With the soft rustling of footsteps on the gravel path, the low door was pushed open, and a group of Squirtle walked in in a single file.

The one at the very front is slightly larger and is wearing a very stylish pair of sunglasses.

It still had half a Pokémon cookie in its mouth.

"Jenny~"

The lead Squirtle walked in casually, munching on a cookie.

Who wants to see this tortoise?

Its gaze swept casually over the hot spring pool.

It swept across the misty water surface.

He glanced at the Charizard lying to the side, its eyes half-closed.