What should I do if my pet loves watching anime?

Old Hong chose a relatively flat and dry spot near a large hot spring pool as the new campsite. The eagle used its wings to fan away the snow, while Grandma Hong deftly began setting up a simple tent and arranging the cooking area.

Gu Beiri released Scyther from the Poké Ball.

The little guy was still unconscious, but his breathing had become much more stable, and the frost on his shell was melting rapidly in the temperature of the hot spring valley.

Following Mr. Hong's instructions, he prepared a special wound medicine, carefully applied it to the wound, wrapped it in a thermal blanket, and placed it near the hot spring in a place with a suitable temperature.

"Let it awaken naturally; the heat from the hot spring and the energy from the earth's veins will help it recover," said Old Hong, as he took out an object carefully wrapped in oil paper from his backpack.

Unfold the oil paper, and inside is a palm-sized, simple-looking, dark gray skill machine with intricate spiral patterns on its surface.

Under the hazy light of the hot spring valley, the patterns faintly flowed with a bluish-white glow.

"The high-speed mobile skill machine that Xiao Chen got is too new and too advanced; it's not suitable for use now."

Old Hong handed the skill machine to Gu Beiri.

"This was prepared in my early years. I originally intended it for Pidgey, but it learned how to use it on its own, so it has been sitting idle ever since."

The energy here is gentler and more mature, making it suitable for building a solid foundation.

Once the Scyther wakes up and is almost fully recovered, teach it this skill.

Gu Beiri solemnly accepted it. It felt slightly heavy in his hand, and he could feel the flight-type energy contained within it, which had been tempered over the years. It did indeed have a more profound charm than the standard skill machines circulating in the market.

"Thank you, Mr. Hong."

"Don't thank me yet." Old Hong waved his hand and pointed to an area deep in the hot spring valley where the mist was particularly thick and the sound of rushing water could be faintly heard.

"Do you see that over there? My old friend lives in the largest hot spring."

Once Scyther is healed and Yolk is ready, we'll go give them a visit.

"friend?"

"An old swamp king that's almost become a spirit." Old Hong grinned, giving a knowing look.

"It's tough and strong, and it can even play in water and mud. Although it's too strong for you right now, it has a few offspring that are perfect for testing the results of your training."

…………

The flying praying mantis wakes up at dusk.

Nourished by the hot spring veins and carefully cared for by Gu Beiri, it recovered quickly. Apart from being a little listless, its body was fine.

Upon waking, the first thing it did was struggle to stand up, look at Gu Beiri with eagerness and a hint of resentment in its eyes.

"Eh?" (Did I...fail?)

Gu Beiri understood its gaze, gently pressed it down, and softly said, "No, you succeeded."

You flew across that airspace, leaving your mark.

As for the unexpected turn of events, that wasn't your fault.

"Get some rest and recover well; we still have new things to learn."

Upon hearing something new, the Scyther's eyes lit up, and it calmed down, obediently accepting the subsequent treatment and energy replenishment.

"Rong~"

The fluffy sheep was like a fish in water in the hot spring. Relying on electromagnetic energy, the whole sheep lay flat on the water, lazily closed its eyes, and its tail swayed occasionally as it floated around in the hot spring.

By early morning, the flying mantises had largely recovered their vitality.

Gu Beiri took out the old-fashioned "High-Speed ​​Movement" skill device.

"Are you ready?" Gu Beiri asked, looking at the Flying Mantis.

"Yes!" The flying mantis nodded vigorously, its wings slightly open, revealing its anticipation.

The skill machine activated, and a bluish-white light enveloped Scyther.

Unlike the intensity of using the stealth attack skill.

This energy infusion was gentler and more sustained, like a gentle stream, nourishing its wings, muscles, and even its spirit.

The mantis closed its eyes, its body trembling slightly, as if receiving an ancient inheritance.

What it "sees" is no longer a simple energy flow path, but a feeling of shuttling through the airflow, borrowing its strength, and accelerating—a state of mind where the body and the wind become one.

This process lasted about fifteen minutes.

When the light faded, the Scyther opened its eyes, but instead of trying it out immediately, it quietly savored the new lightness and smoothness that had been added to its body.

"How are you feeling?" Gu Beiri asked.

The flying mantis did not answer, but instead gently flapped its wings.

It did not reach its maximum speed; it was just ordinary flight.

Its takeoff is faster and quieter, and when turning and hovering in the air, the wing adjustment range is smaller, and the movements are smoother and less strenuous.

It's as if its body is becoming more aligned with the air, reducing drag and increasing efficiency.

"Excellent, this is what high-speed mobility should be like, not just blindly fast, but efficiently."

Old Hong walked over at some point and offered his comments.

"However, this is just the beginning."

To truly master its use in combat, especially in conjunction with your Demon Slash, requires extensive practice and real-world experience.

"Old Hong."

Gu Beiri was about to get up and greet him when Old Hong waved his hand and continued.

"Come with me, I'll introduce you to my old friend."

This also provides a good opportunity to find suitable battle partners for Squirrel and Scyther.

…………

The poor little sheep had only been lying in its beloved hot spring for a short while when Gu Beiri pulled it out. The cold wind outside made the sheep feel terrible.

The group and the elves walked through the thick fog filled with the smell of sulfur, heading deeper into the hot spring valley.

Beneath their feet were slippery rocks and warm mud. The fluffy sheep took small, quick steps, shivering from time to time, still carrying the lazy scent of being soaked in the hot spring.

The deeper they went, the louder the sound of the water became, and the more humid and hot the air became, dispelling the chill that enveloped everyone.

After passing through a patch of low-lying, peculiar ferns covered with glistening water droplets, the view suddenly opened up before me.

A huge hot spring pool with a diameter of over fifty meters came into view. The pool water had a strange color that blended milky white and azure blue. The central area was constantly churning and boiling, and white steam rose into the sky, making a "gurgling" sound like the low roar of a giant beast.

Colorful mineral deposits are piled up around the pool, refracting a mesmerizing halo in the rising mist.

Right at the edge of the hot spring pool, on a flat, dry, and warm black rock platform near the water, lay an unusually large Swamp King.

Its skin is a thick, dark blue, unlike the smooth skin of the common Swamp King. Its body is covered with wrinkles of varying depths and patterns like tree rings.

Its round body took up almost half of the platform, with its short limbs outstretched, giving it a lazy, leisurely, and comfortable appearance.

At this moment, the old swamp king is closing its eyes, seemingly taking a nap, its breathing long and even.

A little further away in the shallow water, several small pufferfish, about the height of a school desk leg, were playing and splashing each other, making cheerful "plop plop" and "gurgle" sounds.