Ash's Pokémon Travel Has Big Problems

Pikachu has the greatest destructive power.

Secondly, there's Gyarados, which has the largest attack range.

Pidgeys are more of a nuisance.

Miss Dream Demon is one of them.

Miss Misdream is not good at simple destructive power.

However, Marshall's arrangements went far beyond that.

Under the control of the power of shadow, all the Pokémon in the junkyard were mobilized.

Groups of Gastly and Haunter with crimson eyes emerged from the shadows, emitting eerie laughter, and used hypnosis and strange beams to interfere with Ash and his Pokémon.

Large numbers of gas bombs and double-explosive gas bombs, like mobile poison gas bombs, spewed out poisonous mist and fearlessly rushed forward, attempting to self-destruct.

Even some controlled sludge and tattered bags wriggled and sprayed venom or garbage into the sky.

Ash and his friends got into a real brawl!

Enemies are everywhere, in the sky and on the ground!

"Pickup!"

Pikachu's electric shock dispersed a cluster of gas bullets that were trying to approach, and the electric light on its cheeks dimmed slightly due to the continuous high-intensity output.

"Compare--!"

A shadow brushed past Pidgey's wing, taking a few feathers with it.

It let out a painful cry, but stubbornly maintained the fierce storm.

Unlike Dojo battles, where you can continuously stack damage with high-speed stars.

That's actually not appropriate now.

Because the damage was too dispersed.

"Mah!" The Dream Demon used its psychic powers to create a barrier, blocking a giant chunk of trash from Dust Mountain.

However, the barrier also shook violently, clearly indicating that it was barely holding up.

...Miss Dream Demon is not good at enduring hardship.

The Golden Gyarados was the first to be affected.

Its massive size made it the perfect target.

Despite its sturdy scales and ferocious water cannons, it was still badly wounded and let out painful roars under the focused attention of Dust Mountain and the harassment of countless minor skills.

However, in this respect, the Golden Gyarados has the strongest will.

He did far too much pain training.

It's just a little pain.

Just bear with it a little and it will pass.

Things took a turn for the worse!

Air superiority is being rapidly eroded by sheer numbers and attacks from all sides.

Ash's forehead was covered in cold sweat as his brain raced, searching for a way to break the deadlock.

We can't keep at this rate; we must strike at the heart of the enemy!

His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, locking onto Cross (Marcado), who stood atop the dusty mountain, laughing triumphantly.

All the abnormalities originated from the possessed body!

A bold and adventurous plan took shape in his mind.

[Everyone! Cover me!]

Ash let out a shout in his heart, and the power of Aura surged within his body at an unprecedented speed.

He recalled his arduous training at the Soul Arena, Lucario's guidance, and the fluctuations of that mysterious dark world.

That is not destruction, but the starting point for perceiving the inner rhythm of all things and then guiding and intervening!

—This is the outbreak of fluctuation!

[Pikachu! Pidgeotto! Misdreavus! Gyarados! Maximum firepower, clear the area in front of me!]

Ash's thoughts were transmitted to his friends.

Upon hearing the command, the companions, though confused, carried out the final order without hesitation.

This is the time for unity!

"Pikachu!!!"

Pikachu unleashed its full power, releasing an unprecedented Super 100,000 Volt.

The thick, golden lightning bolts, like divine punishment, instantly cleared away the debris and bullets from the dust mountain in front of them.

"Compare--!!!"

Pidgey, having exhausted its stamina, unleashed a high-speed movement, slamming the Lycanroc that was trying to intercept it away.

"Bang—!"

The dream demon's eyes blazed with purple light, and its powerful psychic energy, like an invisible hand, forcefully deflected the incoming rain of trash from one side.

"Roar!!!"

The golden Gyarados endured the attack from Dust Mountain, gathering its last strength in its mouth.

An unprecedentedly massive water cannon, like a cascading silver river, roared towards the face of Dust Mountain, halting its advance.

The destructive power of water flow may not be strong, but its impact and physical collision volume will inevitably cause things to be washed away.

It's now!

A blue aura appeared in Ash's eyes.

With a powerful kick from the top of Gyarados's head, his body seemed to defy gravity, transforming into an arrow that shot straight toward Cross, who was standing atop Dust Mountain.

His right fist was clenched.

The barely perceptible, shimmering waveguide light around him suddenly intensified, its color becoming as deep as the abyss of the universe, as if it were "black" that had swallowed all light!

—The fluctuations of the dark world!

Come out here!

He poured all his will, all his insights, and all his strength into this one punch.

This is not to cause physical damage, but to bombard the body occupied by the foreign object with the "black world waveguide" that he has comprehended, which can interfere with the inner self and vibrate the essence, without reservation!

"Get out here...!"

Ash's roar and his punch arrived at the same time!

Cross (Marshall)'s arrogant smile froze instantly, turning into a genuine look of astonishment.

He seemed not to have expected Ash to use such a near-suicidal close-range attack.

Even more unexpectedly, this seemingly ordinary punch contained such a strange and pure mental impact power!

"Oh!"

The sound of fists striking flesh was not loud.

It could even be described as very light.

Ash's fist landed squarely on Cross's chest.

No bones shattered, no flesh and blood flew everywhere.

however--

"Uhhhhhh-!!!"

Cross let out a scream that was utterly shrill and beyond human comprehension.

A dense, inky, and churning shadow energy was forcefully blasted out of his body by the waveguide power containing the rhythm of the "black world," as if it were a process of removing poison and healing wounds.

This is the magic of waveguide power.

The dim candlelight in Cross's eyes went out instantly, and he fell limply from the top of the dusty mountain like a puppet with its strings cut.

However, what attracts attention now is something else entirely.

The blasted-out shadow energy rapidly condensed in the air, transforming into a small, gray doll-like figure.

Marshadow is a humanoid Pokémon, composed of smoky gray shadows.

The area around its face resembles a helmet. The top of the helmet has two curved horns, and there is a small horn between the ears.

Its eyes are orange-red with yellow pupils, and there is a yellow oval mark above each eye.

There is a small lump on the wrist of each arm.

There was a smoking collar around its neck, and a shadow on each foot.

The Mythical Pokémon Marshadow has finally revealed its true form to Ash!

at the same time.

Just as Ash's gaze met Marshadow's burning white eyes...

A small area was projected onto his retina.

This system, which has always been largely ignored, has finally started responding again.

It's just a little different from before.

It seems to be due to the special properties of mythical beasts.

This was the first time Ash had seen a Pokémon's name in his achievements.

[Achievement: First encounter with the Mythical Beast Marshadow - Completed]

[award:……]

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The author says the following

(I'm posting 5000 words now, and I still have 5000 words left to write...)

(But this part of the story isn't finished... I wonder if I'll get criticized for only publishing half of a great plot.)

(I'll check the number of people who have chosen this at 1 p.m.)

① Regardless of whether it's finished or not, send it first.

②To be sent together with tomorrow

Chapter 167 Achievement: First Encounter with the Mythical Beast Marshadow

The moment he was forcibly blasted out of the human body named Cross.

Marcia was bewildered.

The entity, composed entirely of shadows, tumbled several times in the air before barely managing to stabilize itself.

Like candlelight, the eyes clearly reflected for the first time the human trainer below, who was still in a punching stance.

An unprecedented sense of absurdity froze Marcia.

Marshall: ...How is that possible?

Marshall: ...That shouldn't be!

it!

A guide who lurks in the shadows!

The messenger under the Phoenix King, responsible for judgment and trials!

He was actually punched out of the possessed person's body by a human?

This is so outrageous it's almost bizarre.