Pokémon: Did you play Pokémon today?

Chapter 220 "Master Shiba, quickly use your invincible strength to think of a solution! (Lament)"

Shiba:

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Silence is Shiba tonight.

"Let's seize the opportunity and send out our pink little angel—Chicken Egg!"

As Bai Zhou spoke eloquently, he controlled Xiao Bai to throw out a Poké Ball.

Pink, round Chansey with a gentle smile appeared on the battlefield.

"I don't need to tell you what to do next, do I?"

Bai Zhou's tone was light and cheerful, carrying a "you know what I mean" connotation.

"Could a class representative help review the key tactical points?"

He habitually interacted with the live stream audience, and without waiting for replies from the chat, he began asking and answering his own questions at a rapid pace.

"Yeah! That's right! What should we do first? Shrink to a tiny size! Shrink to a tiny size! Shrink to a tiny size again! Maximize our evasion rate! Then use the egg-laying skill to maintain our health and achieve perfect survivability!"

"At the same time, don't forget to spread three layers of Spikes on the field, and then set up Stealth Rock! Then, with a full evasion rate, we can use Whirlwind to force the opponent's Pokémon to switch out! Achieving truly fully automated battles!"

His tone grew increasingly excited, as if he were describing a perfect work of art, his voice even trembling slightly.

"Just think about it! We hardly have to do anything. Every time the other side switches in a Pokémon, its stamina is reduced by half just from the entry mechanics!"

"Then they hit us, MISS! We blow them away! Switch on the next one! They come out and take more damage! Perfect!"

An infinite loop! That's art! The ultimate expression of strategic wisdom!

The live stream chat exploded instantly, showering Bai Zhou's incredibly "dirty" tactics with the most "enthusiastic" response.

"Great job!"

"Your mommy's kiss! This is supposed to be a pink angel?! You call this a pink angel?! It's more like a pink devil! Disgusting! Ugh!"

"I have never seen such a shameless person!"

"Dirty! So filthy! Mr. Salty Fish, please, have some humanity!"

"Master Shiba, quickly use your invincible strength to think of a solution! (Lament)"

"What kind of thing would a poet do?! I'm speechless! I demand that Mr. Salty Fish compensate me immediately, right now, for the emotional distress caused by soiling my eyes!"

"I've reported this! This streamer is corrupting children! This is even more disgusting than hypnosis and dream-eating!"

On a barren mountain.

Shiba looked at the Chansey on his phone screen, which had a gentle, harmless smile but was about to commit "devilish acts," and at Shiraishu's "passionate" commentary.

Silently, I left the live stream, my fingers stiffly turning off my phone screen.

He stood up and looked up at the clear, cold moon.

His calm and unwavering resolve, honed over decades—

broken.

A tiny crack quietly appeared.

He hadn't expected that Bai Zhou wouldn't even need to appear in front of him.

With just a few words and a set of tactics on the screen, he easily disrupted the peace that he had cultivated through decades of hard work.

For some reason, Shiba felt a strange chill run through his body.

That heart, accustomed to maintaining absolute calm in battle, could no longer find peace at this moment.

The scene Bai Zhou described kept replaying uncontrollably in my mind.

His own Pokémon struggled painfully and attacked desperately amidst the Stealth Rock and Spikes, only to see a series of "MISS" messages.

Then they are mercilessly blown away, replaced by another scene of helplessness and suffering—

The thought of having no way to use one's strength, being slowly worn down and suffocated to the extreme made his chest feel tight just imagining it!

"Strange power!"

Shiba suddenly shouted in a deep voice to his equally muscular companion who had been silently by his side.

"Our cultivation is far from sufficient!"

His fists clenched tightly, and his knuckles cracked.

"It's because of this—this—"

He seemed unable to find the right words to describe the tactic, and finally let out a long sigh.

"—Heretical teachings—shake your mind!"

Before he could finish speaking...

With a sudden roll, Shiba leaped down from the boulder several meters high like a lithe tiger!

boom!

A heavy thud echoed as the rocks beneath their feet cracked slightly.

He didn't pause at all, nor did he even assume any starting stance.

He swung his fist, which contained explosive power, directly at the monstrous strength who was already on high alert and equally eager for battle!

Bang! Bang! Smash!

For a moment, the only sounds in the silent, desolate mountains were the dull thuds of fists and feet hitting flesh, and the powerful shouts of Pokémon and their trainers.

They engaged in hand-to-hand combat training without reservation, each exchange carrying immense force, shattering the once flat rocky ground beside them.

It smashed out one shocking dent after another!

During the intense sparring, a fiercer flame burned in Shiba's eyes.

He let out a low growl at the night sky, as if declaring war on a tactical mastermind he had never met in the distance.

"Shirazuki! Wait for me!"

"Once I complete this round of training and forge a truly invincible will and physique, I will definitely challenge you personally!"

"Use the purest, most positive, and most powerful force to defeat all your tactics in a fair and square manner!"

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Inside a garden villa in the Kanto region, nestled deep in the forest, with a rather gloomy and classic appearance.

On the second-floor balcony, an elderly man wearing a dark purple apron and leaning on a specially made ghost-head cane stood quietly, gazing at the starry sky in a daze.

Although his face was aged, etched with the lines of time.

But the glint in her slightly narrowed eyes, and the restrained yet dangerous aura she exuded.

All of this demonstrates his extraordinary status.

The oldest and most unfathomable Ghost-type Elite Four member in the Kanto region, Professor Oak's number one "old nemesis"—Grandma Akiko.

"Genga~"

A call, tinged with both affection and playfulness, suddenly rang out.

The shadow beneath Grandma Kikuko's feet suddenly began to wriggle and expand as if it were alive.

A Gengar, with a round body and a strange smile on its face, quietly peeked out half of its head and most of its chubby body.

"What's wrong, Gengar?"

Grandma Kikuko was attracted by its movement and slowly turned around.

She walked steadily to a set of quaint little tables and chairs on the balcony, sat down, and looked gently at her old companion.

Gengar didn't say much, but just used its short, stubby fingers to rummage through the shadow again.

Finally, as if by magic, he pulled out a smartphone with its screen still lit up.

On the phone screen, Bai Zhou's live battle was playing clearly, with the sound amplified.

"This is—ah—"

When Grandma Ju heard the strangely familiar young voice in the live stream, she almost instantly realized who was broadcasting the live stream.

A faint but genuine smile involuntarily appeared on her usually tightly pursed lips, which gave her a somewhat stern look.

"It's that young researcher whom Old Man Oki has always treasured so much—Shiroshu, is that his name?"

"Live streaming? That's some novel stuff."

She watched the screen with great interest.

"Is this a challenge against the Four Heavenly Kings? Heh—using this—hmm, unique" tactic to pass two rounds in a row?"

"What an interesting lad—that old man Ooki, his luck has always been this good."

Seeing that Granny Kikuko seemed interested, Gengar chuckled happily and floated out of the shadows, holding his phone.

He then carefully placed the phone on the small table, adjusted the angle so she could see it easily, and even thoughtfully poured her a steaming cup of tea.

Grandma Kiku picked up her teacup, blew on it gently, and looked at the live stream screen.

But as she watched, the leisurely smile on her face gradually faded, replaced by a...

A strange color.

"Kona and Shiba—have they really lost like that?"

She muttered to herself, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Next—isn't it my turn, this old woman, to take the stage?"

"Eye-ga~"

Gengar nodded vigorously, his face showing an excited expression as if he were watching a good show.

In the live stream, Bai Zhou, controlling Xiao Bai, successfully defeated Shiba and entered the door to Grandma Ju Zi's challenge room.

The battle scenario has changed again.

The original cool or passionate background music was replaced with a melodious, ethereal tune with a hint of eeriness, creating a stark contrast to the previous one.

The entire scene was covered with a light purple filter, creating the mysterious atmosphere unique to Ghost-type gyms.

The six supporting pillars in the challenge room have also transformed into unique stone pillars, each emitting a faint green or purple glow and engraved with strange runes.

It adds to the eeriness and ominous feeling.

Da da da

The crisp sound of the cane striking the ground rang out rhythmically, approaching from afar.

A kind old man with a hunched back and a cane appeared on the other side of the battlefield.

She wore a seemingly kind smile, but just looking at her steady, composed posture, as if she had everything under control, was enough to reveal her true nature.

And those eyes that seem to see right through people's hearts—you can feel an invisible, heart-pounding pressure from them—she's terrifyingly strong.

"Kikuko: I am Kikuko, the Ghost-type Heavenly King of the Kanto Four Heavenly Kings."

"Kikuko: When you reach my age, don't be like some people who only know how to bury themselves in old books—you must be like me, always keeping your fighting spirit and passion alive!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the shadow beneath her feet suddenly surged and expanded like boiling water!

A pair of ferocious and enormous blood-red eyes suddenly opened in her shadow!

Immediately afterwards, a Gengar with a strange and profound smile slowly emerged as if rising from the abyss, hovering in front of her.

"Kikuko: That guy spends all his time fiddling with his crappy machines these days, he's completely forgotten what it means to be a trainer! Let me personally teach you what a real trainer's battle is all about!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the chat room immediately sensed something unusual and began to wildly speculate.

"This line—it's packed with information! Something feels off, but I can't quite put my finger on why."

"Three sentences! Aside from the first sentence, a self-introduction, the other two are closely related to someone! 'Someone,' 'that guy'—the reference is too obvious! Could there be some untold story between them?"

"Gengar! Gengar is the first Pokémon to start! I remember that Mr. Salty's starter Pokémon was Gengar! Hurry! I want to see a Gengar mirror match! I want to see bloodshed!"

"It seems like Grandma Kikuko has a lot of complaints about that person; the resentment and dissatisfaction in her tone are practically overflowing from the screen."

"You don't understand, upstairs! Quite the opposite! In my opinion, Grandma Kikuko is just too focused on that person! It's a classic case of love turning into hate! She's frustrated that he's not living up to her potential!"

"Watch your words! Be careful what you say! You might get yourself into trouble! Otherwise, one night when you're walking alone, you might get licked by a Gastly that appears out of nowhere!"

"Stop! Stop! Let's leave this topic at that!"

In the live stream, Bai Zhou watched as the comments section veered off course and began gossiping wildly about the grudges and feuds of the older generation. Cold sweat seemed to be seeping from his forehead, and he quickly spoke up to forcefully change the subject.

"Grandma Kikuko is one of the Ghost-type Elite Four of Kanto, and she is very powerful. Everyone should give her enough respect."

He first set the tone, then changed the subject, revealing a smile that suggested he was about to "stir things up."

"But as I said before, don't be deceived by appearances. The kings often have some unexpected things hidden."

In order to completely divert the dangerous discussion in the live stream chat about the relationship between Grandma Kikuko and Professor Oak, he threw out another outrageous statement.

"Actually—it's more accurate to say that Granny Kikuko is a pure ghost-type Heavenly King."

Bai Zhou lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "It's more accurate to say that she's a Poison-type master whose talent is 'held back' by her Ghost-type appearance! If you think back carefully or do some research, you'll find that many of her main team Pokémon have dual Poison types, and her tactics often involve the use of various forms of poison and poison status—"

He paused deliberately, letting the comments section process and verify the information on its own.

"Well, those who know, know. I won't go into details, lest my mother-in-law take offense."

Bai Zhou skillfully stopped short of making a point.

"So, what do we do now, facing this unfathomable master of the Ghost system?"

He controlled Little White to wave his hand.

"Of course, we've also sent out our most trusted partner—Gengar! Let's have a fair and square duel between Ghost-types!"

A flash of light appeared, and Xiaobai's Gengar appeared on the field, facing off against Grandma Kikuko's imposing Gengar.

However, the next battle...

Unlike before when dealing with Kona and Shiba, Bai Zhou did not resort to the extreme "dirty tricks" or "..."

"Turtle retreat" tactic.

On the contrary, it showed another side of Gengar as a high-speed, high-special-attack, fragile assassin!

He took advantage of the Ghost type's type advantage, and through precise prediction and command, he launched a fierce offensive tactic with Gengar's high speed and high attack, smooth move combos, and strong sense of pressure!

Shadow Ball, Sludge Bomb—he uses all sorts of moves with ease, unleashing incredibly flashy combos and explosive damage!

This scene not only made the barrage of comments in the live stream eagerly anticipating a sequel to "Dirty Tricks" go viral, but also made Grandma Kikuko, who was leisurely sipping tea off-screen, nod in satisfaction.

She had seen the comments about her and Daiki, of course, but she didn't care at all.

Having lived this long, what kind of rumors haven't I heard?

Moreover, the grudges and entanglements of the older generation should not involve the younger generation.

What truly surprised and impressed her was Shirashu's understanding and application of Gengar.

She could tell at a glance that the young man on the screen was definitely a seasoned Gengar trainer in real life, and quite skilled at it.

His command strategy, his grasp of timing, and his use of Gengar's characteristics all reveal a seasoned and knowledgeable skill.

"He's a good boy/girl."

Grandma Kikuko took a sip of her tea, a hint of approval flashing in her eyes.

"He wasn't completely corrupted by that old man Oak into a bookworm who only knows how to bury himself in research—he still retains the sharpness and spirit of a trainer."

She nodded in satisfaction, then slowly stood up, leaning on her cane, and strolled back into the dimly lit villa.

What about what happens after the live stream?

She has seen what she wanted to see.

All that's left is the process.

This young man is quite interesting.

Perhaps—she will be a good person to talk to in the future.

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