Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

A burning, stinging pain shot through my chest, accompanied by a coughing up a cloud of dust.

His hair stood on end like a bird's nest, trembling slightly with the rhythm of his cough.

His face was covered with black and white stains.

The clothes were unrecognizable, hanging loosely on her body, and even seemed to flutter in the wind.

It can be said that if it weren't for the great hand of fate manipulating cause and effect in the dark,

At this moment, he is most likely completely naked... the kind that can't be broadcast at all.

After coughing violently a few more times, Xiao Zhi let out a hoarse gasp before finally catching his breath.

He blinked hard, shook off the dust from his eyelashes, and then turned to look behind him.

"Cough! How are you all? Are you alright?"

Behind him, the two men and the rat were also in a sorry state, covered in dust and dirt.

But at least, being able to breathe after that devastating blow is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

"It's...it's alright."

Xiao Gang responded and looked around while holding his backpack.

Seeing such a scene, one can't help but gasp.

"This whole thing really depended on you, Ash..."

His tone carried a lingering fear, as if he had survived a close call.

It's fair to say that if Ash hadn't spread his arms and shielded them at the most crucial moment, taking the brunt of the attack...

It's still uncertain what will happen to them at this moment.

Xiaoxia then came to her senses.

She stared blankly at Xiaozhi for two seconds, then suddenly stood up straight.

"Hey Ash, are you alright?!"

Her gaze swept back and forth over Xiaozhi.

Subconsciously, I reached out to help Xiaozhi, but stopped halfway through, my fingertips hovering two or three centimeters from Xiaozhi's arm, as if afraid of touching his wound.

Compared to the passionate fight with Naza last time, and being struck by lightning the time before that, it was a far cry from the previous incident.

This was the first time she had ever seen Ash in such a disheveled state.

But after all, it's an attack of that level. Even the Heavenly King's Strike should only be this bad, right?

When that beam of destructive light lit up, she even thought she was about to be vaporized.

Xiao Zhi waved his hand and forced a relaxed smile.

But the movement aggravated a wound, causing him to grimace and gasp.

"Hiss—thank goodness, I'm not seriously injured!"

As he spoke, Xiao Zhi stretched his neck and raised his arms.

Ok.

The head can still move, and the limbs are still intact.

As someone who has experienced countless battles, this isn't a serious injury; it should heal in a few days.

Xiao Zhi has always had an almost intuitive understanding of his physical condition!

"Try this one of mine. It might not be the right size... but you can wear it for now."

Xiaoxia had already pulled a neatly folded T-shirt out of her backpack.

He took the clothes that Xiaoxia took out of her backpack.

Xiao Zhi quickly ripped off the tattered strips of cloth covering his body, revealing his lean but muscular upper body, and immediately put on the new clothes.

"Pikachu!"

Pikachu poked its little head out from the ground.

It held a baseball cap tightly with its two little paws, lifted it high above its head, and handed it to Ash.

"Oh!"

Xiao Zhi's eyes lit up instantly.

Seeing his hat, all the injuries on his body seemed to disappear in that moment.

He bent down, took the hat, and reached out to pat Pikachu's head.

"Thank you, Pikachu! I thought my hat had just vanished under that Hyper Beam!"

"Pikachu, Pikachu!"

Pikachu waved its little paws, its face showing an expression that said, "You underestimate me."

The situation was extremely dangerous.

The mouse saw that the shockwave from the destructive beam was about to blow your hat into the sky.

It happened in the blink of an eye!

It pounced on its prey with a speed exceeding the limits of its species!

He leaped up and grabbed the hat, then rolled seven or eight times on the ground, finally managing to shield it tightly under his belly.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful, a masterpiece of rodent sports!

Just as the man and the mouse were praising each other.

Xiao Gang stood up, walked over to Xiao Zhi, and carefully examined his injuries.

He took out several more bottles of spray-on wound medicine from his bag, and then took out a bottle of purified water.

"It might be a little chilly."

He first rinsed the ash off the wounds with clean water, then raised the spray bottle, aimed it at the patches of wounds and burns, and pressed the nozzle without hesitation.

The cool medicinal mist applied to his burning skin created a sensation of both ice and fire, which made Xiao Zhi sigh comfortably, and his shoulders relaxed completely.

Xiao Gang said this while spraying.

"Although this is a medicine for Pokémon injuries, I've checked the ingredients, so it shouldn't have any side effects..."

After thinking for a moment, Xiao Gang added another sentence.

"...For you."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhi nodded, the gesture small but extremely firm.

"That's true."

It's all for treating injuries anyway.

He used it often when he was a child and not strong, so he could accept it completely!

As for the instigator, Chaomeng.

After delivering that blow, he decisively left the scene.

of course.

It was purely because it felt good that Ash had helped it free itself from its restraints, so it generously let Ash go.

It was definitely not because he saw that Ash had actually managed to withstand his attack.

Furthermore, after being freed from its restraints, its mind became clear, and its long-suppressed superpowers suddenly erupted, allowing it to foresee 14000605 possibilities of itself ultimately being crushed by Ash.

Yes, that's right!

That's it!

"So... what should we do now?"

He helped pour out the entire bottle of wound medicine.

Xiaoxia asked.

Ash glanced down at Pikachu, then looked up at Brock and Misty.

"Is that even a question?"

"Of course we should call the police!"

As a five-star good citizen.

The idea of ​​seeking help from the League when needed is deeply ingrained in Ash's soul.

After all, the dojo is gone, shouldn't we call the police?

......

Three minutes later.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the conference room door.

Three taps, neither too light nor too heavy, carrying a tentative caution.

"Come in."

Sakaki closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and placed his hands folded in front of his abdomen.

His voice remained as steady as ever, devoid of any emotion, as if the intensely suppressed storm from before had never occurred.

The door opened.

The person who came in was that high-ranking official, the one who had asked about "consumer rights protection" at the door earlier.

He held a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, his face showing an expression that was trying hard to appear professional but couldn't hide his confusion.

He walked to the conference table and cleared his throat.

"Boss, I couldn't find any information about selling your amazing gadgets."

His tone was serious, even carrying a hint of apology for failing to complete the task.