Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Gyarados suddenly opened its huge mouth and used Crunch on the starfish that was right next to it!

Ash reacted swiftly, striking again with his iron-like arm that clamped down on Gyarados's mouth, forcefully shoving its attack back.

Staryu, still shaken, jumped to the side, patting its chest with its tentacles, and looked at Ash with a lingering fear.

Brother!

Look at it!

It was definitely not loyal!

......

A moment later, the Gyarados that had been so aggressive just moments before was now a completely different creature.

Its face was bruised and swollen, and on its head, a starfish was perched arrogantly, with several tentacles occasionally slapping its forehead, acting like the big brother.

Gyarados, meanwhile, kept bowing and scraping to Misty, its usually ferocious crimson eyes now showing a rare hint of docility.

Just one punch.

Gyarados was immediately rendered powerless, and its several-layered overconfidence buff was completely wiped out.

Once it returned to normal, its eyes immediately became clear.

It does whatever Xiaoxia tells it to do; it's a perfect Pokémon.

Recalling its previous arrogant attitude of thinking it was the king of the world and second to none, Gyarados felt ashamed, but it couldn't control itself!

The features are so addictive!

"Thank you so much, Ash!"

Xiaoxia breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at Xiaozhi gratefully.

"Oh, and you too, uncle."

Xiaoxia mentioned Wu Neng again.

"Dude! Why are you thanking me?"

Xiao Zhi waved his hand dismissively.

"Oh, right."

Ash, still feeling the thrill of the moment, turned his gaze to Brock, who had been quietly observing him from the side.

He grinned and patted Xiaogang's shoulder hard, making him shake three times.

"Hey bro, aren't you a disciple of Shiba? How about we have a little showdown while the atmosphere's just right?"

Brock's gaze slowly shifted from the bruised and battered Gyarados, which was being used as a stool by Staryu, and he stiffly turned back to meet Ash's eyes, which were burning with fighting spirit.

In an instant, Xiao Gang felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, his legs went weak against his will, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

broken!

This wave is coming for me!

23. What a terrifying man!

Upon hearing Xiao Zhi's words, driven by his survival instinct, Xiao Gang's CPU instantly started working at an astonishing speed.

Then came some difficult-to-understand words.

"Who is Shiba? I don't know him at all," "My training is just for show, good for fitness, but completely useless in actual combat," "My back has been bothering me lately, probably from twisting it while lifting stones yesterday"...

And so on, going on and on.

But no matter how varied the excuses may be, their core ideas remain highly consistent and as clear as can be.

He's no good, he really isn't good enough, please let him go, you should find someone else!

In short, it made Ash very disappointed.

......

Trainers often lead simple and unpretentious lives.

My daily routine is nothing more than a cycle of training, eating, and sleeping.

The group stayed at Xiaogang's house and spent a relatively peaceful night.

The next morning.

The expected scene of being woken up by Ash's energetic morning exercise did not occur. Instead, Misty was woken up by a strange chill.

"Hmm~"

She muttered something in dissatisfaction, her eyes still tightly closed, and groped around in a daze, instinctively trying to wrap herself in the blanket tighter to absorb that meager warmth.

But when he reached down, he touched nothing but the cold sheets.

"?"

Where's the blanket?

Where is my blanket?

Where is my big, warm blanket?

She forced her sleepy eyes open and looked over in confusion.

Her flat body offered excellent visibility, and she could see that she was wearing nothing but her pajamas, while her warm blankets had been completely snatched away by a long, curled-up creature next to her.

Its enormous size meant that even the blanket could barely cover half of its body.

"?"

No, what kind of good Pokémon would be so bored as to come and steal its trainer's blanket in the middle of the night?

Is this even possible?!

Even the starfish, with its rebellious nature, wouldn't do that!

Xiaoxia, who was already notoriously grumpy in the morning, sat up nimbly without saying a word, grabbed the edge of the blanket that Gyarados was pressing down on her, and, imitating Ash, gathered her energy in her dantian and suddenly yanked it off!

"Gyarados, you...?"

The question had barely left his lips when the words caught in his throat.

Beneath the blanket, Gyarados's massive body was trembling slightly, and tears streamed down its ferocious face.

Upon seeing Xiaoxia, it acted like a child who had suffered countless grievances finally seeing its parents. It immediately whimpered and, with snot and tears streaming down its face, rubbed against Xiaoxia with such force that it almost knocked Xiaoxia off the bed.

"Okay, okay, it's alright now..."

Xiaoxia was a little confused by its sudden attack.

Her brain, not fully powered on in the morning, couldn't process such complex information. She just subconsciously reached out and gently touched its rough faucet, whispering words of comfort.

Last night, didn't she just lend Gyarados to Xiaogang's younger siblings because they were so curious about it?

There's no need to look like you've been ravaged eight hundred times, both physically and mentally exhausted.

"You...were you bullied?"

She asked tentatively.

But this question has serious implications.

Gyarados seemed to have been triggered by some terrible memory, its body trembled even more violently, and its huge mouth opened and closed repeatedly, emitting whimpers that were difficult to understand.

Xiaoxia was speechless for a moment as she looked at the Gyarados, which had lost its over-confidence and turned into a crybaby.

Yesterday's mighty Pokémon, which started with Hyper Beam, has turned into a tearful, pitiful baby seeking comfort today.

This contrast... Is Ash's "moral correction punch" really that effective?

"Don't be afraid!" A sense of protective responsibility welled up within her, and Xiaoxia suddenly stood up, hands on her hips, trying her best to strike the most imposing pose. "Whatever the matter, this trainer will take care of it for you!"

Standing up for your Pokémon is the inescapable responsibility of every trainer!

"I, Xiaoxia, am making this clear today! Even if it's Ash, if he dares to bully my Pokémon without reason, then I will..."

"Cough cough!"

As the words were about to come out, she regained her composure slightly, coughed twice tactically, and slightly revised the second half of her sentence, but her momentum remained undiminished.

"Then he should ask for my opinion first!"

Upon hearing this, Gyarados stopped whimpering. It raised its massive head and stared intently at Misty, its eyes filled with adoration.

Then, it pointed at Xiaoxia with its heavy dragon head, very forcefully and very clearly!

nod?

What does nodding mean?

Xiaoxia's heart skipped a beat. Her previously strong momentum unconsciously diminished, and her voice softened, carrying a hint of uncertainty.

"Xiaozhi?"

Gyarados nodded again.

"You mean Ash??"

His voice carried a more obvious hesitation.

But Gyarados nodded firmly once again.

Are you sure???

Xiaoxia felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

But having already uttered those bold words in front of its own Pokémon, Gyarados was now gazing at her with an adoring look that seemed to say, "Trainer, you are my light! My god!" expecting her to uphold justice...

She should go, both morally and logically.

The problem is, the other party is Ash!

"Ahem... well, Gyarados," Misty cleared her throat, a hint of guilt in her voice, "listen to me... tell me, is there a possibility, I'm just saying a possibility..."

"Is there...some misunderstanding here?"

......