This elf world is a bit strange

"Geng Ga!"

Before he finished speaking, Gengar, who had been standing next to the old man with a naive look on his face, disappeared in an instant and reappeared above the pond.

Countless dark auras emerged from the woods, water, and underground at the same time. Ghost Pokémon hidden in every dark corner came from all directions at the call of the King.

Among them, there are only a few powerful Pokémon, but their number is almost endless.

With Gengar with dim eyes as the center, the vast mountains look like a ghost cave.

"This is actually also... the aura of a hegemon?"

But at a glance, Firion realized that the so-called ghost army had a more powerful aura than the nightmare demon's dominant aura.

That is an aura that is enough to change the environment and attract wild Pokémon to follow it spontaneously.

"You're scared by this? It's not over yet!"

With a smile on his face, Kikuko glanced at Firion and shouted. Gengar, whose momentum had reached its peak, suddenly disappeared again out of thin air, and the next moment he appeared in the shadow under the Dream Monster.

"Swish"

The fingertips bent, and an unstoppable claw swung down heavily, stopping at the side of the dream demon who was on full alert but unaware, just a hair's breadth away.

"Shh-"

Before the dream demon could react, its figure disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, it rushed out from the shadow behind Firion like flowing water.

"click"

A small stone landed on the lawn in front of Firion.

The dream demon found this small stone on the way here. He thought it was beautiful and hid it in the shadow space.

However, the shadow space, which had always been infallible, was taken away by Geng Gui, who had superb skills, without it noticing.

"This……"

"Madge?!"

Although it has long been known that Kikuko is unparalleled in the use of shadows, when Firion actually saw Gengar's performance of making light of any task and using it freely, he was still amazed and felt a sense of awe, and the Nightmare was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

With just a wave of their hands, the pair had a real understanding of the concept of [the strongest ghost master of the contemporary era].

"Want to learn?"

Very satisfied with this trial demonstration, Kikuko gently waved her cane to call back several powerful companions, and looked at Firion with a somewhat proud smile.

"miss you!"

Firion answered without hesitation.

It's not that he is weak-willed, it's just that the temptation is too great.

"If you want to learn... then be determined to catch up even if it means your death. I'm not one of those old pedants who likes to persuade people step by step." Kikuko's smile became a little more sinister. She turned her back and stabbed the ground heavily with her cane. "Put all your useless things in the room over there. You can say goodbye to them during this period! Remember, there is no room for enjoyment in Kanto!"

"Geng Ga!"

Gengar, who had been waiting for a long time, laughed triumphantly, and rushed to the side of Firion and the Nightmare. With a light wave of its chubby purple little hand, the backpack fell into its hand.

Next is the dream demon's shadow space.

All the daily necessities that were carefully prepared before coming were cleared out, and all the props on the body were also completely removed, leaving only basic training supplies.

He even took away the cookies that the dream demon had secretly hidden.

"Ma...Machi..."

Looking at the shadow space that was originally full, but now turned into a pitiful place that even mice were unwilling to visit, with all the things piled up in that storage room, the little dream demon, who had never had a hard life since following Philio, was in tears.

Especially after seeing that Gengar had eaten most of his favorite strawberry-flavored cookies in one go, an indescribable grief and anger rose in the little guy's chest.

"Machi!!!"

"Geng Ga!"

The reaction of the Dream Monster was anticipated. The fat but extremely agile purple figure lightly hooked his finger and flew forward. The ghost energy that almost condensed into a purple-black ocean spanned the sky and the earth, pressing towards the Dream Monster under the admiring gazes of countless ghost Pokémon.

Grandma Kikuko's Spartan-style training began without any preparation.

As she said, this is a special training unique to Kanto that combines tradition and strength. It is also the source of the Kanto region's top position among all major regions.

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Above the pond, the dream demon's big eyes searched everywhere, and the shining electromagnetic waves entangled and scattered around it, but it couldn't find the real target.

Dozens or even hundreds of purple afterimages flickered in all directions. Countless attacks emerged one after another, ignoring the dream demon's dodging and moving around. Each attack landed accurately on its petite body, without much force, but accumulated over time.

It was more like a one-sided beating than a fight.

In the effortless alternation of attack and defense, Gengar displayed the thousands of skills he had honed over decades of battle, highlighting the unpredictability of Ghost-type Pokémon to the fullest.

"Madge!"

Gnashing his teeth and full of longing, the little dream demon widened his eyes and concentrated all his energy, looking for an opportunity to fight back, but all he did was add tiny scars to his body.

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"Are your hands just for decoration, or are the things on the ground for me to use?! Move!"

"Look to the left! If it was the real thing, you would have died ten times already!"

"Don't you have a superpower that's best suited for actual combat? Why are you so distracted?! Pay attention, I won't show mercy anymore!"

"..."

While the Nightmare was experiencing individual instruction from Gengar, in the forest beside Tan, Firion himself was also experiencing unprecedentedly harsh instruction.

Compared with the practical training arranged by Kikuko, the physical training program designed by Cocobul and Kornie can be described as gentle.

The tricky mechanical weapons and traps on the ground, as well as the continuous attacks from Dragonite and Bulbasaur hidden in the dark, made him, who had no Pokémon to protect himself, have to use all his martial arts to escape in a panic.

For a moment, although his whole body was covered with mud and broken leaves, and his clothes were torn into several large and small holes, at least he was not hurt.

For him, this is an extraordinary performance that has squeezed his potential to the limit.

But even so, there were still many loopholes in Kikuko's words. A single point of the crutch revealed unforgivable flaws and defects, which made him feel furious.

But every word hit him where it hurts at the moment, leaving him speechless. He could only keep his head down and continue dodging, using his superpowers to the fullest, keeping his eyes and ears open, and using the complex terrain to maneuver repeatedly.

Compared to his ever-improving ability to command Pokémon in actual combat, although he himself has made considerable progress as a trainer, he is ultimately no match for Nancy and Korne, who are good enough to compete with Pokémon.

Kikuko, who saw this, stood by the outdoor training ground she had carefully built and watched coldly. Her sharp tongue, which made both Oki and Liu Bo a little afraid, was both a blow and an encouragement.

Each move and each style were skills they had painstakingly studied when they were young. They were the crystallization of experience and lessons learned from actual combat, and today few people know about them.

"Too slow! Are your legs and feet as stiff as an old lady like me?!"

"You're standing so straight, are you going to be a sitting duck? Bend down!"

"Bathed" in the hail of bullets composed of tricky mechanical weapons and the increasingly fierce attacks of Venusaur and Dragonite, listening to Kikuko's harsh but incisive advice, Firion was frightened, and his reaction and perception abilities were rapidly growing under the pressure of being on the verge of physical and mental limits.

It is painful, but it is really effective.

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The scene under the waterfall is quite different from that on the side of the Nightmare and Firion. It can even be said to be quite quiet.

Emperor Nabo, Big Mouth Baby, Scaled Dragon and Tyrannosaurus stood in a neat row under the wide waterfall, accepting the temper of the huge water flow falling from hundreds of meters in the sky.

As the frontal attacking combination in the team, strength training was a project that Kikuko had decided on early on, and this wonder of nature was the perfect training ground.

Different from the small-scale fight in Fengxu Town at that time, this time, the waterfall they faced was a real wonder of the world. Not only did it look grand in scale, but when it really hit them, it was as powerful and heavy as a wrought iron hammer.

Garagar and Arbok sat leisurely on the rocks exposed above the water, occasionally throwing a few harmless skills that landed at the feet of a few Pokémon.

They were either startled and slipped while dodging, or simply failed to dodge the skill and fell into the water in a mess, but could only be shaken twice before returning again.

His head was already dizzy from the water flow, and he could hardly hear anything at this moment. He could only endure it.

The test from nature is always fair and cruel, with only the dichotomy of success and failure. It is also full of rugged wildness and will not negotiate with anyone.

Strength and endurance are the foundation of everything that every Pokémon needs, and are also the weapons that the older generation of trainers in the Kanto region are proud of.

No progress comes out of thin air. Every bit of progress should be earned from sweat, blood and tears. This is the view of a large number of old-school trainers represented by Kikuko, and it is also the result of their practices from generation to generation.

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"Buyi..."

In the bushes on the shore, there was no mission. The Solar Eevee, who was just observing around with the Wind Fairy, Mimikyu and Aegisblade, turned his head and looked at Firion with a worried look on his face.

Everyone was training hard, but the two of them were the only ones hanging around here, which made it feel a little bad, and it was also a little worried about Firio's health.

"Mimi~"

The gentle Mimikyu came forward and gently rubbed the cheek of the Eevee with his Pikachu-shaped stuffed jacket. While speaking in a gentle and soothing voice, he pointed at the Wind Fairy who was playing in the water with the Aegisblade in the distance without any care.

"Buy!"

The little pad stomped heavily on the lawn, and the angry and annoyed little Eevee puffed up his cheeks, which made Mimicry unable to help laughing. The little eyes on the puppet's chest blinked non-stop, revealing a full smile.

Decades ago, when Kikuko was still young and Pikachu-shaped dolls were not yet popular, she had also shown such an expression when she watched her trainer practicing hard like a masochist.

But soon, it and the Shieldblade realized what they should do.

This cute little guy in front of us also has to take this kind of road.

The more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt. Mimikyuu issued a silent call to the equally giggling and unruly Shield Sword Monster.

The truly valuable practice is never just physical training, but choosing the most appropriate one according to the situation.

Psychic energy and ghostly light spread, and it's time to begin their training.

Chapter 272: Grudges between Seniors and the Secret of Shadows

“…Huh! I can’t take it anymore! Kikuko-senpai, I have to take a break!”

After making a mess of the entire forest, Firion, covered in sweat and dirt, dodged the last bunch of arrows and sat down on the grass next to Kikuko in a mess, gasping for breath, unable to stand up no matter what.

"You can't hold on in less than two hours? It's faster than I thought. Well then, Venusaur and Dragonball, you guys come back too!"

Seeing that Firion was unable to move even a finger, Kikuko shook her head in disdain, called back the two Pokémon that were already looking tired, turned away, and walked towards the cabin alone, hiding the amazement in her eyes.

In fact, at the beginning, she thought that this training, which was just a show of force, would only last about an hour at most, but Philio persisted for twice as long as she expected.

Because of this, the mechanical weapons in the forest were exhausted only halfway through the training.

It was thanks to the ghost-type Pokémon summoned by Gengar that helped with the installation that it has been able to maintain this moment.

Restraining her excitement, Kikuko said coldly, "Take a five-minute break, then prepare dinner. I'm going to meet someone. Prepare lunch before I come back. And massage those little guys under the waterfall. Aren't you a high-level breeder? You should have this ability."

Before he finished speaking, the old man, in a hurry, led by Doronbaruto, soared into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

Leaving with her was Geng Gui, who had already beaten the little dream demon unconscious.

The giggling purple fat man flew beside the old man, chattering non-stop. One could feel his excitement from a distance.

"Maggie..."

In sharp contrast to Gengar's joy is the exhausted Little Dream Demon.

If it was a little mud monkey when it came back from training at night in Sala before, then now it is a swollen and wet little mud monkey, falling into Firio's arms with its mouth flat, and getting covered in mud.

"Senior Kikuko's attack was really heavy. I was completely stunned. Are you almost the same?" Firio asked, smiling and pinching Xiao Mengyao's bitter little face.

"Madge! Madge!"

The dream demon rose up upon hearing the sound, and instantly swelled into a small balloon. It came close to Firion, showing off the scars of all sizes all over its body, which were not serious but extremely mocking.

Ever since she became the leader of the wild Pokémon in Sala City, she had never suffered such a great injustice. She was beaten unilaterally and could not touch the opponent at all. She was even teased by the shadow's tricks and could not vent her anger.

But after thinking about it, it became happy again.

The little balloon immediately shrank into a ball, his teeth clenched, and even his hair was clenched into two small fists, exerting force secretly.

Wisps of dark aura seeped out from the body and blended into the surrounding environment.

A few resentful shadow dolls and floating balls that were wandering not far away just now floated over staggeringly, approached the dream demon with a playful smile, and circled around it.

"This is... you learned it?"