Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

As expected of me, the little mouse!

Pikachu's lips slowly curled up, a hint of smugness flashing in its eyes.

I never expected this.

I, a mouse, am receiving the same treatment as Ash!

Also, you actually know that the mouse is Ash's anti-counterfeiting mark, not bad at all!

Because of this, I'll go easy on you!

The Ditto on the other side didn't understand Pikachu's gaze at all, but it could feel the calm aura of the main character coming towards it!

"Ahem! Please, both trainers, get to battle now!"

Seeing that the two were about to continue chatting, the referee couldn't help but quickly remind them.

Ash and Imettie snapped out of their daze at the same time, exchanged a glance, and nodded.

"Alright—Ditto, let's use Thunderbolt!"

Ditto puffed out his cheeks, and electric sacs surged wildly on both sides of his cheeks, golden sparks crackling and popping, tiny arcs of electricity darting wildly through the air.

Finally, they converged into a thick pillar of electricity, which struck straight at the real Pikachu on the other side!

Xiao Zhi waved his hand.

"Pikachu, we also have Thunderbolt!"

The real Pikachu didn't even flinch as it watched the lightning strike.

Too weak! Too weak!

That's not how you use 100,000 volts!

Pikachu stood upright, crossed its paws over its chest, and electric current surged through its body. Then, it unleashed a burst of golden lightning that shot straight towards 100,000 volts!

Two 100,000-volt beams met in mid-air, their golden currents intertwining.

Unsurprisingly.

Almost instantly, the real Pikachu's electric current engulfed the one on the other side.

The remaining electricity struck Ditto, causing it to scream as all four limbs twitched and its fur stood on end.

They almost revealed their true forms!

Pikachu uses Iron Tail!

Ash spoke up again.

"We're the same!"

Seeing Pikachu rushing towards it, Ditto forced itself to turn around, its tail straightened, and a silvery-white light began to spread from the tip of its tail.

But it only spread halfway before stopping.

The sheen hung precariously in the middle of the tail, neither high nor low, like a piece of unfinished paint.

The entire tail looked half bright and half dark, which was unusually comical.

Then Ditto turned its head and looked at the real Pikachu on the sidelines.

Its eyes held a profound sense of confusion.

"Huh?"

Not a buddy?

Do you really know Iron Tail? Why can't I copy it?

The shock and doubt in that tone were so obvious that Pikachu couldn't hide his smugness any longer.

What do you mean I really can use Iron Tail?

Its iron tail is certified by Ash! It's the real deal!

How dare a mere Ditto disturb the rat's Dao heart!?

In a single leap, Pikachu rushed in front of Ditto.

A slap laced with rage... I mean, Iron Tail struck the other man's face directly!

Fueled by rage, Ditto didn't even have time to scream before its entire body spun and flew away.

It spun three and a half times in the air before slamming onto the protective pad at the edge of the ring.

It slid down limply, its eyes turning into two spinning mosquito coils.

The real Pikachu stood in the middle of the field, its chest heaving violently, not from exhaustion, but from anger.

"Pikachu!!"

So what! I'm just asking you, are you Iron Tail?

Is it a tail as strong as steel?

Unfortunately, Ditto could no longer hear. After checking, the referee raised the flag.

"Ditto is unable to battle! Pikachu wins! Imete, please send out your third Pokémon!"

Imetti covered her face and let out a long sigh.

"...As expected, it didn't work. I told you it hadn't been imitating for long enough..."

Imettie slowly reached for the last Poké Ball at her waist.

Then he threw it out suddenly.

A red glow burst forth.

Two huge, hemispherical objects suddenly appeared on the field.

Its surface is smooth, with a natural flesh color, and it lies quietly in the field.

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

"...What kind of Pokémon is this?"

"It's a bit like... uh... double-shot gas?"

"But the color doesn't match, does it? And isn't the surface of a double-bomb gas cylinder supposed to be bumpy and uneven? This texture is way too smooth!"

Is it a new Pokémon?

"I've never seen this before... I checked the encyclopedia, but it's not listed there either. Could it be an undiscovered species from some region?"

The audience whispered among themselves, and some people held up the encyclopedia and scanned it for a long time, but all they could see on the screen was a loading circle that kept spinning.

Looking at the field, Imetti's face turned red at a visible speed, from the base of her neck all the way to the tips of her ears, as if she had been boiled.

She hurriedly pulled out a Poké Ball, aimed it at the field, and frantically pressed the recall button.

"Come back, come back, come back!!"

With a flash of red light, the mysterious Pokémon was returned to its ball.

She hurriedly stuffed the ball back into her belt, keeping her head down and not daring to look at anyone.

Among the audience, only Xiao Gang saw through everything!

What Pokémon?

What species have not been discovered?

That is clearly—

What a deceptive thing this world is!

267. Terrifying!

Except for Xiao Gang.

At that moment, only Kojiro in the commentary booth knew what it was.

That curve, that luster, that soft, flesh-colored texture—

He recognized it all too well; it was clearly a breast pad! And most likely, it was even a Ditto in disguise!

After all, if Tsuyoshi is a theorist, then Kojiro is an experientialist!

He actually had real experience dressing as a woman on the Saint Anne!

The days when his colleagues kept asking for his contact information still evoke mixed feelings in him.

But given this size...

Even from his perspective as the person who was ranked the most popular among his colleagues back then, it was still a bit of an exaggeration.

My shoulders don't ache, and will it really not slip down?

Could it be that Ditto can coordinate with other monsters and secretly sabotage things from within?

Thinking of this, Kojiro's scientific spirit was instantly ignited.

Now I have a reason to apply for funding and write an extremely professional cross-dressing... oh no, I mean, a cross-dressing report for Boss Sakaki!

The boss will be so happy!

..........

Meanwhile, the referee on the sidelines was completely bewildered.

No, what's the meaning of sending them out and then taking them back?

Should we switch to something more targeted?

But isn't this a 3v3? And you only have one Pokémon left!

Logically speaking, one can only say that once a move is made, there's no going back!

In order to keep his professional referee license, the referee quickly spoke up to remind him.

"Ahem! Please, Imettie, abide by the rules of the competition and immediately send out your Pokémon. No changes are allowed!"

Imetti: "......."