An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 189 Commander N, we love you! (Seeking monthly votes)
In the central square of Tangcao Town, the great sage Quixote began his sermon.

His gentle yet penetrating voice swept over the gathered crowd like a spring breeze, yet carried an undeniable weight.

"Gentlemen, have you ever considered that your elves actually don't want to live with you at all?"

He slightly opened his arms, as if embracing a wider world.

"They possess the same intelligence as us, and have their own emotions and desires! Yet we humans imprison them with cold Poké Balls, distort their will with so-called 'training,' and force them to become our tools in battle, servants in life, or even ornaments to satisfy our vanity! Isn't this a great tragedy?"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch, filled with inflammatory power.

"It's time for a change! Break these invisible shackles! Let the Pokémon choose the life they want! Those who want to fight, fight! Those who want to return to nature, let go! Let them truly dance with this world according to their own will! This is the bright future of harmonious coexistence between Pokémon and humans! Put down your Poké Balls and release your imprisoned hearts!"

His words echoed in the square, carrying an almost religious fervor and a sense of redemption.

"I can't stand it!"

Outside the square, Hei Lian pushed up his glasses, a disdainful smile curving his lips.

"Ugh, I can't stand it! It's those extremists again, waving the banner of protecting Pokémon! They're always spouting high-sounding but unrealistic nonsense. They talk about freedom and liberation, but they don't consider how much of an impact the absence of Poké Balls would have on the lives of ordinary people like us! Chaos, wild Pokémon invasions, the collapse of the trainer system... Can they afford to bear these consequences?"

Hei Lian's words were filled with the contempt of a professionally trained elite for ordinary people.

"Those who believe their nonsense are either simple-minded fools who have been misled, or penniless bastards who can't even afford the cheapest Poké Ball and are just making a fuss!"

He paused, his eyes gleaming with the insight of a wise man who had seen through the truth.

"Hmph! I bet these people are being secretly supported by those troublemaking foreign forces from Galar! Maybe it's that Marocmon Group that's behind it all! Trying to use these fallacies and heresies to disrupt our Union!"

Bai Lu, standing next to her, gripped the Super Ball tightly at her waist. She looked at Quichis on the stage, her face filled with lingering fear and resistance.

"That's right, that's right! That guy Quixote is completely insane! What free choice? My Fujiko... my Fujiko must be mine! I will never let Fujiko leave me! Don't even think about it!"

At that moment, Snivy hissed wildly inside the Poké Ball.

Damn you, Quixote! How can your brainwashing skills be so weak?! You can't even fool a sow! You're already courting death!!!

"really……"

Just as Hei Lian and Bai Lu were scoffing at the Plasma Team, a cold male voice suddenly rang out behind them.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sent chills down their spines and made their hearts skip a beat!
“Gentle preaching will have no effect on you stubborn, selfish people…”

Hei Lian and Bai Lu turned around abruptly as if they had been electrocuted.

Just a few steps away, a handsome man wearing a signature black and white baseball cap and with unusual light green long hair was standing there.

His deep green eyes were now staring with grief and indignation at the super ball that Bai Lu was clutching tightly in her hand.

"You selfish humans, can't you hear the elves' cries?! They don't want to be with you at all. You only use them to satisfy your disgusting and selfish desires. This act of depriving them of their freedom and trampling on their will has caused them unbearable torment... unbearable..."

N became more and more excited as he spoke, and his emerald green eyes instantly filled with tears, which uncontrollably slid down his handsome face.

It was as if what was imprisoned in the ball was not some vine snake, but his own blood-related brother who was suffering inhuman torture.

At that moment, the Snivy inside the Poké Ball suddenly sensed a kind of telepathic fluctuation.

This made it feel like it had grasped at a straw, and it howled wildly in its heart.

Ouch! Man, save me! Smash this damn Poké Ball! This is all Palkia's scheme!!! The entire League are beasts who signed a demonic pact!!! They all deserve to die!!!

Seemingly sensing the call of the Tangtang Snake, a resolute look appeared in N's eyes.

"Ha, Poké Balls... These vile things that reek of evil should not exist in this world! They are the curse of demons! They are high walls that block the heart!"

N's voice was resolute, carrying an unquestionable determination.

"Today, at this very moment, I must free the spirit in your hands! Let it regain its freedom! It is its right!"

Upon hearing this, Snivy immediately cheered!
Damn it, that's absolutely right! Quickly kill this sow and release me, and you'll have performed a great service!

"No !!!!"

Just like Gollum tightly guarding the One Ring he cherished, Bai Lu arched her body and hugged the Super Ball tightly to her chest.

"This is my precious vine! My wisteria! I'd rather die than give it to you! I'd rather die than let it go!!!"

Hei Lian reacted extremely quickly, taking a step forward to stand in front of Bai Lu and protecting her behind him, speaking righteously.

"That's right! Sir! Please watch your words and actions! These are our legally registered Pokémon partners, officially certified by the League! They are legal property explicitly protected by the 'Unova League Pokémon Protection and Management Law'! They are sacred and inviolable!"

Looking at the couple in front of him, N's last bit of patience for trying to communicate completely vanished.

"It seems... words won't work... then I'll have no choice but to have the elves speak to you in person..."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if responding to N's invisible call, a nimble figure darted out from the corner where clutter was piled up!

A dirty-looking pickpocket cat, like the most loyal guard, landed steadily at N's feet and hissed wildly at Blackie and White Dew on the other side!

Upon seeing this stray cat, which appeared to be no higher than level 10, Blackie's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and she even couldn't help but let out a soft hum. (To be precise, it was a level 7 pickpocket cat; because the time and location were so precise, the sprite simply recreated the one used in N's first appearance.)
"Ha, after all that talk, your Pokémon is just a stray cat you picked up off the street? I thought you were some kind of hidden master, putting on such a big show... Looks like it's time to let amateurs like you know how big the gap is between you and a professional trainer!"

In order to fully demonstrate his strength and prowess in front of Bai Lu, Hei Lian did not hesitate to choose his most intimidating partner!
"Go! King Yanwu! It's time to show your true skills!"

boom--! ! !
With a deafening roar and a scorching shockwave, a colossal beast, its body ablaze with fury, crashed down!
The level 43 Flame King is like a moving mountain of fire; just by standing there, the stone slabs beneath his feet seem to melt!

Its enormous, bell-like eyes burned with fighting spirit as it looked down at the pickpocket cat at N's feet, which was barely taller than its calf, like a dragon scrutinizing an ant blocking its path!

Faced with such an absolute difference in strength and size, the pickpocket cat in front of N was pitifully small, as vulnerable as a mantis trying to stop a chariot!
Even the Snivy inside the Poké Ball sensed the enormous difference in strength, and it roared in extreme disappointment and indignation!
Damn it! Are you kidding me?! This roadside wretch isn't even worth a flick of my tail! You good-for-nothing, all show and no substance, you've ruined my hopes! You're already courting death!!!

Hei Lian calmly pushed up his glasses again. After suffering a series of setbacks, he could finally start showing off again.

"Hehe, to be honest, I'm a pretty kind-hearted person and don't like hurting stray animals on the street for no reason. I advise you to admit defeat and leave with your kitten. After all, once my second senior brother gets serious, he won't hold back, and things might get messy..."

However, N simply said in a cold tone, "The bond between you and your Pokémon is like a candle flickering in the wind, utterly fragile. I will show you how a true trainer unleashes the power of their Pokémon."

Upon hearing this, Snivy gritted its teeth inside the Poké Ball.

You'd better do that! Otherwise, I'll really have to put your name on the list of those who choose the path to death!

Blackie, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea what the other person meant by "bonds".

In his view, the most important thing in Pokémon battles is tactics, knowledge, and daily training; everything else is just fluff.

"Hmph, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Let's go! Flame King, use [Charged Flame Strike]! Let's finish this battle cleanly and efficiently!"

"Roar--!!!"

The Flame King let out a roar of boiling battle intent, and his crimson fur was instantly covered by even more raging flames!

Flames coiled around its massive body like living things, and propelled by the flames, its seemingly clumsy body suddenly burst forth with an astonishing initial velocity, which continued to accelerate!
Like a giant chariot of flames with its fuel tank set ablaze, it charged toward the tiny pickpocket cat in the center of the arena with a ferocious momentum that could crush everything!

With Blackie's knowledge and imagination, he simply couldn't fathom what skills a level 7 pickpocket cat could use to defeat him.

He began to leisurely recall the knowledge he had learned. A level 7 wild pickpocket cat, it seems, only knows three skills.

One is "grab," another is "scream," and yet another is...

[With the help of]?
At the same time, two captivating beams of deep blue light suddenly erupted from the depths of N's calm green eyes!
The light seemed to pierce through the barriers of space, instantly connecting with the pickpocket cat's pupils.

At this moment, it seemed that there was no longer any barrier between N and the pickpocket cat. Their hearts were connected, and their synchronization rate reached an astonishing 100%!

"Meow--!!!"

Originally just a fierce pickpocket cat, its fur stood on end the moment the link was established!

A chilling black aura suddenly burst forth from its small body!

Its gaze was no longer an ordinary stare, but two sharp swords imbued with the power of insight, fiercely piercing the oncoming fiery behemoth!
This is... an extremely high level of [staring]!
As Yanwu Wang was charging forward at full speed, he suddenly felt that every weak point on his body was pierced by that terrifying gaze, and his defense dropped drastically!

While unleashing its "Stare" attack, the pickpocket cat's tiny front paws weren't idle!

Dense black energy surged from its body like a living thing, as if it were tempering and enchanting the claws beyond their limits!

The claws gleamed with a chilling, dark light, and their attack power increased exponentially in an instant!
This is... an extremely high-quality claw sharpening tool!
Just as Yanwu Wang, enveloped in flames, charged towards the pickpocket cat and was about to launch a fatal attack, the black energy on the pickpocket cat suddenly erupted violently like a volcano!
It neither chose to confront head-on nor to dodge. Instead, it gently placed its claws, which were shrouded in dark energy, on the giant fist of the Flame King, which was filled with immense power and raging flames, with a mysterious trajectory of "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds".

This is... an extremely high level of [transplantation]!!!
The essence of this move is to use the enemy's force against them, using the enemy's attack power to retaliate against the enemy!

With this miraculous move, the pickpocket cat borrowed the terrifying power of the Flame King, which was enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, and then used the extreme amplification of attack power brought by [Claw Sharpening], as well as the merciless disintegration of the Flame King's defense by [Gaze]!
With N's brain, which surpasses even computers, these three factors amplify one unit of power into three, five, or even ten units of effect!

boom--

The violent power was guided and reversed, like a flood bursting its banks, pouring into Yanwu King's own body!
"Roar-!!!"

Amidst the rising dust, King Yanwu's eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness, unable to rise again!
Instant kill!

At this moment, Snivy excitedly popped open the champagne to celebrate, and the entire Poké Ball was flooded with champagne!
Oh my god, that's so true! You...you...you're ten times better than that damn red suit guy, no...you're a hundred thousand times better!!!
You must be a divine servant sent by heaven to save me! You're qualified to serve me now!!!

Some were happy while others were sad. When the Flame King, who was covered in billowing black smoke, fell in front of him, Hei Lian stared in disbelief at what was happening before his eyes. He simply couldn't believe it was real!

"How...how could this be! My...my Flame King...how could it lose to a stray cat on the street?! You...you...you must have cheated! You used some forbidden item, or another Pokémon tampered with it! No...this can't be true!"

Standing opposite Blackie, N seemed to have done nothing of importance; his voice was flat and emotionless.

"Think what you want, I don't care. My only goal has always been to liberate the imprisoned elves..."

As they were talking, a blue and white super ball appeared in N's hand without anyone noticing.

Sensing that the Poké Ball had changed hands, Snivy was moved to tears and couldn't help but hum softly.

Oh my god, I'm free!!!

Only then did Bai Lu belatedly realize that her arms were empty.

She looked down and was instantly terrified!

"Ah—!!! My ball! My Fujiko!!!"

Bai Lu let out a heart-wrenching, terrifying pig scream. Her mind went blank, leaving only her most primal animalistic instincts!
"No--!!!!"

With a non-human roar, Bailu completely abandoned her human form!
She suddenly dropped to the ground on all fours, like a mad boar, unleashing a terrifyingly frenzied aura!
"Give me back Fujiko!!!"

She transformed into a humanoid bomb, charging towards N with a resolute determination to perish together with him! Her momentum even faintly resembled the tragic ferocity of King Yanwu's charge earlier!
This is... a [Self-Sacrifice Charge] with a power of 120!
Just as Bai Lu charged forward on all fours, unleashing her [Sacrifice Charge] with a do-or-die spirit, about to collide with N!
A lithe figure in fiery red and off-white, like lightning tearing through the air, burst out from behind N with scorching heat and an aura of untamed freedom!
The figure completed a perfect and smooth 360-degree spin in the air, and the long and powerful right leg, like a burning battle axe, drew a dazzling red trajectory with precision and ferocity, delivering a knight kick!

boom--! ! ! !

"Oh my god, oh ...

Bai Lu let out a pig-like scream and flew backward at an even faster speed than when she came, kicking up a cloud of dust on the ground!
Upon seeing this, the Snivy inside the Poké Ball immediately cheered!
Damn it, you did a great job, you did a great job!!!

That's how it should be done! No... that's the only way!!!

Just kick her to death like that!!!

The smoke and dust dissipated slightly.

The fiery red figure landed lightly and slowly straightened up.

Its off-white fur shimmered in the sunlight. It tilted its head slightly, and its smooth profile looked dashing in the light and shadow.

This is the evolved form of Scorbunny – Tumbler!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Alright, now we have Tang San and the rabbit. It seems there's a refresh of monthly tickets today, so cast yours if you have any.

(End of this chapter)