Pokémon, but cultural invasion

Hearing the strange noise, Qishu, who had just finished his live stream, carried Eevee out of the room.

"Wow, it's become clean."

"Did you hire a cleaning service?"

"Ah."

It would take a long time to explain, so Quanshu decided to just brush it off for now.

"By the way, there's something I'd like to discuss with you about the exhibition match at the Quartz Convention."

The strange tree twisted and turned, its eyes blinking.

Judging from her expression, Quanshu knew it was bound to be a troublesome matter.

"Sit down first."

"okay."

Kiju sat cross-legged with her knees bent, her athletic shorts covering the delicate, fair skin on the inside of her thighs. The backs of her feet faced Izumi, her round, cute toes curled up, revealing a healthy pinkish-white color.

"Although winning or losing an exhibition match isn't important, we should still try our best to win if we can."

“The Padawan Gym Leader is naturally at a disadvantage when facing the Kanto Gym Leader who is fighting on home turf.”

"My fighting style is very dependent on audience feedback; I can't get motivated without the cheers of the audience."

Quanshu nodded and said, "I understand. I'll be there to cheer you on at the exhibition match."

"Nah!"

Qishu scratched his head and said, "The key is the aura. I want to overwhelm the aura of the other gym leaders as soon as I enter the arena!"

"So I want you to write a battle theme for me, something like the one for Dr. Zombie King's level."

"I want to dominate the cheers and applause as soon as I step onto the stage, overwhelming my opponents with my momentum."

She leaned back and sank into the soft sofa.

As a popular live streamer, when her signature background music plays, even Qi Shu doesn't know who can defeat her!

"The purpose of boredom."

"Hey, I'll pay you!"

Qi Shu pulled out a stack of bank cards. "I've made a lot of money from live streaming. Would it be alright if you wrote a song for me?"

"I didn't write those songs; I was just a copyist."

Quanshu couldn't think of any song that would suit Qishu.

The legend can't last forever.

That song can only be given to her when Qi Shu beats up Dan Di.

"Can't you?"

Qi Shu jumped off the sofa, clutching the hem of her clothes, and looked at him pitifully.

"Okay, I see."

Quanshu sighed helplessly, "They copy games and movies, so what's one more song?"

"Great!"

Chapter 82 Tiga's hand chop, unable to withstand it

"Dear Master Nobuhiko, seeing the words is like meeting each other, showing your trust is soothing.

It has been three months since we last met in Golden City. I heard that you went to Mount Leibo for training. I shouldn't disturb you, but I really need your help.

My new film requires me to wear heavy costumes and perform large-scale physical movements, which ordinary actors find too weak and ineffective. Therefore, I sought help from the apprentices at your esteemed dojo, who indicated that they needed your permission.

This letter is to extend my greetings... The following is information regarding actor benefits and drama series remuneration....."

—Your friend Izumi-ki

Upon seeing the amount at the end, Nobuhiko, sitting on the boulder, unconsciously clenched the envelope.

Quanshu...he was so rich?

As a fighter, money is an external thing; he should continue his training deep in Leibo Mountain.

But... Nobuhiko looked up at the sky, and after distancing himself from worldly troubles and calming down to cultivate, the harder he tried, the more he realized the gap between himself and his opponent.

The cold gaze and disdainful indifference of Nazarick, the shock and helplessness of seeing her own spirit fall at Nazarick's feet, deepened and amplified with each recollection.

"Drink!"

Nobuhiko suddenly leaped up and chopped down with his hands behind his back.

The boulder, as tall as two people, was violently split in two by the force of the palm strike.

He bent his knees and leaped toward the cliff face, running across the almost vertical rock face, leaving behind three-inch-deep footprints.

After running 100 meters, I sat cross-legged and plunged into the river in the gorge, riding on the head of a giant carp that had surfaced to watch the commotion.

“Gah—”

He was dragged into the deep water, riding a furiously roaring Gyarados.

not enough!

In the dark, murky waters where mud and sand churned, Nobuhiko's tiger-like eyes were wide open.

That's far from enough against Naz!

He knocked out Gyarados and floated to the surface.

After his irrational outburst ended, Nobuhiko felt a deep sense of despair.

He has trained hard all these years, thinking of defeating Nazja, even just once.

But the stronger he became, the more he realized that the gap between him and her was like an insurmountable chasm.

Can the human body truly overcome superpowers?

Whether he's facing his inner demons or taking on the responsibility of being the head of the dojo, he should go home.

......

Golden Dojo.

The massive building, whose dome resembles multiple white umbrellas, had its doors tightly shut.

Only a child, about shoulder height, carrying a cardboard box and a bucket, left from the side.

"Is Master Nazja taking a break today?"

The child glanced at Nobuhiko, who was wearing a karate uniform, and said, "Uncle, didn't you see the notice?"

"The Goldenrod Gym is closed during the Indigo League and it is unknown when it will reopen. You want to collect badges to go to the neighboring Johto region, right?"

"You can wait, but in my opinion, the Goldenrod Gym won't reopen anytime soon, because I, as a disciple, have been dismissed."

"Who told us we're dispensable? We've been doing odd jobs at the dojo for three years, and we can't even get the dojo master to remember our names."

With his pent-up grievances somewhat relieved, the child stepped into the departing taxi: "And so, I'm starting a new life."

Nobuhiko remained where he was.

What exactly happened that made the powerful Sabrina dismiss her disciples and close her gym?

During my three months of seclusion in the mountains, many extraordinary events occurred in the outside world.

For example, the posters on the streets and alleys along the way, and the fox thief and curly ears on the giant screens of high-rise buildings.

The former has a long history of bad behavior, while the latter is a pampered pet. When did they become so popular?

I don't understand.

......

Nobuhiko, along with his dojo apprentices Asheng and Xiaodian, arrived at the address written in the letter—a gymnasium on the outskirts of a certain golden city.

When Izumi mentioned that he was short of two or three suit actors, he selected two muscular apprentices.

After communicating with them, we were greeted by people at the entrance of the stadium.

"Hello, Mr. Nobuhiko. I am Mitsutaka, the head of the props team. Please come in."

A young man with a meticulously trimmed seaweed-like hairstyle warmly greeted Nobuhiko, who shook hands and bowed before entering the venue.

This old, abandoned stadium is being renovated. Aside from the busy workers, the original green field has been divided into areas of varying sizes.

The largest section features miniature mountains with varying elevations, densely packed with finger-sized artificial trees.

"Master, the artificial hill is so small, yet the area it covers is so large."

Asheng blurted it out without thinking.

Nobuhiko really wanted to teach his stupid apprentice a lesson. Who builds landscapes and stadiums?

Guangtai explained with a smile, "This isn't a fake mountain; it's a special effects scene."

"Our film is about a battle between towering giants and monsters, so we need to create realistic scenes to make the big ones stand out from the small ones."

A giant monster?

Nobuhiko frowned in thought.

Ancient legends passed down orally in various regions often tell stories of colossal Pokémon wreaking havoc on human settlements.

Including Kanto, there were even sightings of giant Gengar a few years ago.

Are these so-called monsters giant Pokémon?

But then two life-sized, ugly monsters suddenly appeared, overturning Nobuhiko's previous conjecture.

"Monsters, Ultra Beasts, Mega Pokémon, you can call them whatever you want."

Guangtai patted the shoulder of a monster with a long tail and an armored head: "This is Golza, and the one next to it with wings and a scythe-like neck is Melba."

"How about that? Isn't it terrifying? My hands cramped up from making these two suits."

Guangtai exuded a sense of pride and accomplishment that even his seaweed-covered hair couldn't hide.

"Do Ultra Beasts really look like this in real life?"

Nobuhiko circled the two monsters, examining them closely. They were exquisitely crafted and looked both majestic and frightening.

Mitsutaka said, "In the ancient legends of Alola, the Ultra Beasts came from another world. Nothing is impossible."

Knowing beforehand that they would be wearing strange costumes, the two apprentices touched the texture of the leather suits.

Ah Sheng exclaimed in surprise, "With such a cool appearance, we must be powerful characters in the show, right?"

"Maybe he'll be an important supporting character," Xiao Dian agreed wholeheartedly.

"Number 5, Ultraman Tiga, hurry up and audition!"

Quanshu pulled the fully dressed actors out of the dressing room and said, "The three of you will fight a scene according to the script."

Then Asheng and Xiaodian saw the two monsters being beaten and fleeing in disarray.

One bird dug its way into the ground like an ostrich, while the other flapped its wings and flew away, only to be struck by some unseen light, crying out, "Ah, I'm torn to pieces!" before lying on the ground.

"What a terrible performance!"

Quanshu covered his forehead, his face contorted by the hot, heavy, and stuffy leather suit that severely hampered his performance.

"Spring Tree, it's been a long time."

Nobuhiko waved.

"Welcome, Mr. Nobuhiko. Thank goodness, the action scenes are finally saved."