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Chapter 186: Mew Appears
Chapter 186: Mew Appears
Oreldan City.
Pokemon Center.
Jing He handed the little ones over to Nurse Joy.
Although Gengar and the others weren't seriously injured, and Gengar still had plenty of energy, after all the battles, a thorough recovery and check-up were necessary.
"Teacher Jing He, leave it to us."
Nurse Joy smiled warmly.
"Lucky~~"
Jing He was a bit surprised that Nurse Joy from Oreldan City recognized him. However, he had full trust in Nurse Joy and the Pokemon Center's medical capabilities.
"Thank you."
Although they had been invited by the royal family to stay in the castle, Jing He decided to stay at the Pokemon Center to keep an eye on the little ones. Daigo and the others followed suit.
The Next Day.
Oreldan City Battle Arena.
Amidst the thunderous cheers of the crowd, the group performance match officially began. The invited trainers and the temporarily assembled teams gathered here. Since it was a performance match, Jing He felt no pressure in leading the team, especially with Daigo and the others' formidable strength.
After giving Daigo and the others some instructions, Jing He took a seat in the audience. Unlike university team battles, which required tactical planning and order of appearance, this was a three-on-three match where each trainer commanded one Pokemon at a time, with three Pokemon each. The pace of the battle was fast, emphasizing strong attacks.
It was said that this type of group match was initially created to allow people in peacetime to feel a hint of the past conflicts in the Pokemon world. It also served as a reminder of the horrors of war and the value of peace. Over time, it evolved into the current performance match.
Gengar raised its hand toward a vendor selling snacks in the arena.
"Genkai!"
Popcorn!
Watching the vendor's skilled movements, Jing He suddenly thought, "If the Trio were here, they'd probably make a fortune with their business acumen."
"Should I bring them to the next big event? They could earn enough to cover a month's revenue or more for the shop."
Jing He was tempted by the idea.
"Sir?"
The vendor spoke up, noticing his distraction.
"Oh."
Jing He snapped back to reality. Turning around, he saw Gengar holding two large buckets of popcorn, with Glaceon, Forretress, and Minior each carrying one.
His lips twitched, but he still paid for the popcorn.
"Sir, there are macarons, cakes, and other sweets over there. If you're interested, you can take your Pokemon to check them out."
The vendor reminded him before leaving.
Jing He's heart sank as he turned back to his seat. The four little ones were nowhere to be seen!
"Ah well, it's a rare celebration, a rare..."
He consoled himself and refocused on the match. Daigo didn't use his invincible Shiny Metagross but still dominated with his Bastiodon, effortlessly taking down the opposition.
"Oooh?"
Suddenly, a low call came from beside Jing He.
"Back so soon?"
Seeing it was Glaceon, Jing He smiled.
"Of course, you're the one who worries about me."
He opened his arms and patted his thigh. However, Glaceon's clear blue eyes showed a mix of confusion, hesitation, and curiosity.
"Hmm?"
Jing He was taken aback. But a moment later, Glaceon lightly jumped onto his lap, its soft, white paws patting back and forth until it found a comfortable spot and curled up.
As the person who knew Glaceon best, Jing He immediately realized something was off. To confirm, he hesitated for a moment before placing his hand on the little one's head and gently petting it.
"Oooh~~"
The little one closed its eyes in contentment, purring softly.
The feel was almost identical to Glaceon, but Jing He was now certain it wasn't his Glaceon.
Who's Glaceon got lost and mistook me for its trainer?
Wait!
A thought suddenly struck him, and his expression became peculiar.
Could this be...
He took out a clear energy cube.
"Oooh?"
The little one's eyes lit up, its nose twitched, and it quickly gulped down the energy cube, its cheeks puffing up.
Appearance, actions, and sounds could be mimicked, but habits were harder to fake. His little one always ate the energy cubes in small bites, not in one big gulp, to avoid choking.
Jing He was now almost certain who the little one on his lap was.
"Oooh~~"
But the little one, seemingly unaware, continued to mimic Glaceon by snuggling into Jing He's chest and sniffing curiously.
Suddenly, the little one perked up, ears erect, and quickly jumped off Jing He's lap, dashing away.
A Swellow then flew out from the other side of the audience.
At the same time, Jing He, watching this scene, saw the Pokedex information appear in his vision.
[Mew, New Species Pokemon, Psychic Type]
Well, well.
It really is this little "Mr. Mimic"!
Mew is known for its playful nature, often transforming into other Pokemon and appearing before children and playful Pokemon.
It was naturally lively and had an incredibly strong sense of curiosity, but sometimes it would make risky decisions.
Jing He frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "With Mew appearing, why does it feel like things are starting to get a bit off?"
"Ge-ge~~"
Gengar and the others returned with a pile of snacks, interrupting his thoughts.
"Ooh~~"
Ice Six Tail leaped onto Jing He's lap, expertly nuzzling and then curling up.
But just as it settled down, it immediately stood up again, staring at where it had just lain with a scrutinizing and suspicious gaze.
"Ooh?"
Why did it feel like another Pokemon had lain there?
Jing He's expression stiffened slightly, and he cleared his throat.
"Cough. Wow! Look, Daimu's Bastiodon is so brave!"
As he spoke, he pretended to be excited and roughly rubbed Ice Six Tail's head.
After a few shakes, the little one became dizzy and forgot what it had been thinking about.
Jing He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The little one's senses were really sharp.
However, Daimu's matches were going very smoothly, and they quickly advanced to the semifinals.
"Compared to last night, this is what I call bullying the 'babies.'"
"Let's congratulate the Jing He Team from the Kanaz Pokemon Academy in the Hoenn region for winning the team competition!"
Amidst the firing of celebratory cannons, the host excitedly announced the final result.
Jing He Team?
When did they come up with a team name?
He wasn't surprised by Daimu's victory.
Most teams didn't even need Yasha and Dujuan to step in; Daimu alone could take on three opponents and push them aside.
Following the crowd out of the arena, the exciting team competition had set a great tone for the festival.
After the team competition, the "Aura Warrior" title battles would likely begin in earnest.
"Teacher, here's the medal and trophy," Yasha said, handing them over enthusiastically.
Jing He took them and turned to open Gengar's mouth, stuffing the medal and trophy inside.
"Ge-ge?"
Gengar blinked.
"Have the principal frame them when we get back," Jing He said.
"Teacher, those are a medal and trophy, not certificates!"
"Then put them in the display cabinet."
"That's more like it."
Laughing and chatting, the four of them walked out of the historic arena.
Many people were still discussing the exciting details of the match, most of which were thanks to Daimu.
"Teacher, now that we've won the championship, shouldn't you treat us?" Yasha asked, patting her stomach.
"Sure, sure, sure."
Jing He smiled and pointed to a nearby food cart.
"Over there are 'Rage Buns,' they'll fill you up."
Hearing this, Yasha became indignant, hands on her hips, and pouted.
"Teacher, that's not very sincere!"
Daimu and Dujuan also laughed.
Both of them were more reserved, but having Yasha, the "lively treasure," to liven up the group was quite nice.
"Hey, kid!"
Just then, a burly man standing beside the food cart Jing He had pointed to saw him, his eyes lighting up slightly, and he asked, "Want a bun?"
The group turned their gaze and looked at him in surprise.
"Shibao Elite?!" Yasha exclaimed in shock.
A strange look flashed across Jing He's eyes.
Shibao Elite, it turned out, wasn't using Korean.
He hadn't expected to run into one of the current Kanto Elite Four, the Fighting-type Elite, Shibao, here!
"These 'Rage Buns' are quite authentic. Would you like to try one?"
Shibao asked with a smile.
While called buns, they weren't the ordinary steamed white buns. Instead, they were a special Pokemon-world delicacy: sweet pastries made from flour dough with various fillings, often red bean paste.
"Ge-ge!"
Gengar, intrigued, immediately floated over.
"Do you want one?"
Seeing Gengar's fierce expression, Shibao didn't show any surprise; instead, he smiled warmly and asked.
"Ge-ge, ge-ge!"
Gengar nodded vigorously.
"Great!"
Shibao laughed heartily, clearly pleased with Gengar's enthusiasm for the "Rage Buns."
Gengar devoured a "Rage Bun" in one bite and immediately gave a thumbs-up.
"Ge-ge! (Д)b"
"Hahaha—while I see the shadow of Kukui Elite's Gengar in you, I didn't expect you to be such a hearty fellow!"
Ten minutes later.
Jing He and the others, sitting on chairs by the roadside, watched as Gengar and Shibao walked arm in arm.
"Teacher, Gengar really can eat," Yasha couldn't help but comment.
Jing He, who was breaking the "Rage Buns" to share with the three little ones, twitched at the corner of his eye.
Can eat?
Do you believe that if there were a competitive eating contest, Gengar could outeat a Snorlax?
Dujuan also remarked, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that the Fighting Elite would be walking arm in arm with a Gengar."
A few more minutes passed.
The food cart owner, grinning, pushed his empty cart away, and Shibao and Gengar finally walked over.
"Although I'm not full, being half full is not bad."
Shibao looked a bit disappointed.
"Shibao Elite, are you on a mission?" Jing He asked.
"No," Shibao shook his head. "Just training."
Shibao loved to travel and train all over.
Fujin, the Gym Leader of the Fighting Dojo in Hoenn, had once trained with Shibao for a while.
Then, Shibao's face turned serious as he looked at Jing He and said, "Kid, how about a real, no-holds-barred battle?"
(End of Chapter)
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