Chapter 64: An Old Knight's Heart
Chapter 64: An Old Knight’s Heart
Inside the counseling room.
“Hehe~”
Gengar floated near the wall with a smirk, clearly trying to look serious but failing miserably.
Jing He was holding Ice Six-Tails, gently petting the fluffy, cool fur on its head while silently observing Gengar.
“Mew~”
Six-Tails purred contentedly, casting a helpless glance at Gengar.
“Alright, what happened?”
Just a moment ago, Gengar and Ice Six-Tails had not only put a lazy Slaking into a deep sleep that would last for three days but also chased away a few overly active Simipour. The commotion even caught the attention of the legendary Slaking that hadn’t bathed in three years. If that Slaking had decided to intervene, Jing He would have been in a tricky situation.
Gengar, seizing the chance to explain, hastily began to recount the events.
“Hehe, hehe~”
Let me explain, no, let me justify myself.
It all started when Gengar and Ice Six-Tails were planning to take a leisurely stroll nearby. They happened to see a few Simipour stealing the "Wenyou Fruit" from two Bellsprout in the academy.
Could Gengar stand by and watch?
Of course not. He took decisive action, knocking out two of the Simipour, but then the other two Simipour started chasing them. The Simipour also targeted their MooMoo Milk, and one of them even hit Ice Six-Tails. Although this caused a group of Slaking to fall asleep, could Gengar let it slide?
Gengar told the story with vivid detail and righteous indignation.
After listening, Jing He pursed his lips and summarized the situation.
“So, you were ‘robbing the robbers’?”
“Hehe!!”
Gengar tried to continue his justification, but Jing He had already made up his mind.
He rubbed his forehead.
Oh no.
Breaking and entering.
Robbing the robbers.
Gengar, you’re getting further and further down the path of lawlessness.
“No phone for you tonight!” Jing He said sternly.
“Hehe!! Σ(дlll)”
Gengar froze, as if turned to stone.
My Eevee, my Pikachu, my Foambear!
“Then, take some energy bars and return them to the Bellsprout later,” Jing He added.
Gengar nodded dumbly, as if his soul had been sucked out, and then asked, almost subconsciously,
“Hehe”
What about the Simipour?
Jing He’s eyes narrowed.
“Leaving them alone would be a kindness.”
Bullying Ice Six-Tails?
“Next time you’re bored, go ‘play’ with them.”
“He, he”
During the afternoon training.
Jing He had also arranged training for Ice Six-Tails to control its psychic abilities. Despite a few mishaps, no one was seriously hurt.
That evening, back at home.
Gengar quietly hid in the corner, just as he pulled out his phone, he felt a gaze on his back.
“Hehe~”
He immediately smirked and claimed he was getting the phone for Ice Six-Tails.
“Mew?”
Under Six-Tails’ puzzled gaze, Gengar shoved the phone into its paws.
Seeing the situation, Gengar offered to teach Six-Tails how to play.
“Hehe, hehe~”
Tap here, tap here, yes, exactly, watch the Foambear Adventure.
Ice Six-Tails tilted its head, eyes full of confusion.
Six-Tails: “??”
Jing He watched Gengar’s "remote" behavior but just smiled, not taking it too seriously. He had his own matters to attend to.
Today’s video had been uploaded to the internet, and many people were trying to add him as a friend. Some genuinely wanted advice on Pokemon psychology, while others were just looking for entertainment.
For example, the “Earth King” from earlier.
So he spent some time responding to messages and filtering out those who truly needed help from those who were just wasting time.
Even at this hour, friend requests kept coming in, such as:
Falling Bird: “Excuse me, my Pokemon and I don’t get along. What should I do?”
This was a relatively reliable question.
Jing He clicked “Accept.”
Jing He: “Can you provide more details?”
The other person, also a “Master of the Internet,” quickly replied.
Falling Bird: “My Pokemon is very powerful, extremely powerful! But I have a bit of trouble communicating with it.”
This was a typical case of a trainer who lacked the skills to handle a powerful Pokemon, much like how Ash struggled with his Charizard.
Was this world Ash’s or Red’s?
Jing He hadn’t quite figured that out yet.
But he quickly refocused his attention.
To solve this issue, there were generally two methods.
One, the trainer could improve their skills by winning battles and earning the Pokemon’s respect.
The second, and more suitable for this case, was to enhance the bond and intimacy with the Pokemon to gain its trust.
Jing He: “Can you communicate with it at all, or is it impossible?”
Falling Bird:
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Chapter:
It's true, most of the time, it's him, no, it's it who initiates contact with me.
Is it the voice input method?
It's always full of typos.
But Jing He wasn't too concerned. After all, it's not like another Mewtwo would just show up, right?
The probability is too low.
[Jing He in the Field]: My suggestion is to first establish a friendship or partnership with it, and put the trainer and Pokemon relationship on the back burner.
[Falling Bird]: How do I do that?
[Jing He in the Field]: Whether it's a human or a Pokemon, the key to winning its heart is to win its stomach. That's always a good start.
In Kanto's Vermilion City, at the Team Rocket base.
In a dimly lit room, Matori clutched her tablet, the faint glow illuminating her face, making it appear rosy and excited.
"Win its stomach."
She glanced furtively at Giovanni, who was engrossed in his work.
Seemingly noticing her gaze, Giovanni asked casually while browsing through files:
"Did you add him?"
"Y-Yes, I added him!"
Matori jumped, answering instinctively.
"Oh?"
Giovanni paused, turning his head to ask:
"How did it go?"
Matori hurriedly hugged her tablet, the glow dimming, and replied:
"I added him with a different account and am still trying to communicate. It's not confirmed yet."
Giovanni nodded, returning his attention to the files.
"Send someone to investigate his background."
"Understood!"
"His tactical skills are impressive. We should try to recruit him."
"Understood!"
Days passed one by one.
Despite the rigorous training, life was filled with laughter and joy.
Vulpix was gradually mastering its abilities, and Gastly was becoming more solid and tangible.
Occasionally, Jing He would disguise himself as "Wuda" and take the two little ones to the battle restaurants in Kanaz City for some special treats, also enriching their battle experience.
From the beginner-level battle restaurants to the intermediate and even advanced ones, they were now brave enough to challenge them.
After all, even if they lost, it was just spending money they would have spent anyway.
This made the name "Wuda" once again a well-known figure in the battle restaurants of Kanaz City.
Initially, the battle restaurants were somewhat wary of "Wuda," but they soon discovered the business opportunity.
"Wuda" brought in a lot of traffic. If they could promote it a day in advance, they could attract more customers and trainers who were eager to face him.
The urban "legend" of "Wuda" continued to grow.
On this day.
It was the Autumn Festival at the Kanaz Pokemon Academy.
The campus was adorned with colorful decorations, exuding a festive atmosphere.
Jing He wore a black tuxedo with gold trim at the cuffs and collar, a monocle, and a cane, walking through the campus.
This outfit was a significant investment, though it was actually reimbursed. Who knew the reimbursed clothing would be so elegant?
Floating beside him, Gastly looked around curiously, its mouth stuffed to the brim, while Jing He's wallet steadily diminished.
At his feet, Vulpix followed closely, eyes wide with curiosity, seemingly experiencing this for the first time.
However, after these days of subtle influence, Vulpix was definitely less shy than before.
"Teacher Jing He, you look so handsome today!"
"Wow, Ice Vulpix is so cute."
"Is Gastly eating enough? Do you want more?"
These days, Jing He was quite well-known in the academy.
"Teacher Jing He, do you want to pick out some clothes for your Pokemon?"
A student-run "Pokemon Formal Wear" shop called out. A girl in a medieval evening gown spoke up.
Jing He was slightly taken aback.
"Ow?"
Ice Vulpix tilted its head adorably, its gaze fixed on a Santa costume in the store, its bright blue eyes twinkling.
Gastly, meanwhile, stared blankly at a knight's armor hanging on the wall, lost in thought.
Noticing their reactions, Jing He smiled and said:
"If you like it, pick one."
"But Gastly, the knight's armor might not be suitable for you. What about that mask?"
After all, Gastly only had a head, and the knight's armor would require at least a pair of hands.
"Jekk~"
Gastly mumbled.
But I have a knight's heart.
Suddenly.
Gastly's body erupted in a brilliant white light!
Jing He's expression froze.
No way, just for a costume, it's not that serious, is it?
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(End of Chapter)
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