Chapter 9: Oh My, What A Huge Bug!
“Your activity range is the sports field and Training Hall No. 1. Using the training hall during class time doesn’t consume contribution points. I personally suggest you go to the training hall, where there are many auxiliary training equipment.”
“Alright, the remaining time is yours.”
Guan Tong had only demonstrated a skill, which was somewhat unprofessional for a teacher.
On the other side of the sports field seemed to be Class B also having combat class, with the male teacher wearing glasses carefully explaining to Class B.
The team dispersed, and the A Class crowd began their individual practice.
Xingye said, “Feels like we’re being left to fend for ourselves. Is this the treatment for A Class? I love it, brother, to the training hall?”
“Sure, go, but by yourself.” Zuo Hang was already heading toward his poor lonely sister on the sports field.
The Turtwig that had just come out of the Poké Ball stood by Zuo Rou’s legs. Zuo Rou looked at the dispersing A Class crowd and finally cast a pleading gaze toward Zuo Hang.
“Don’t be afraid, I’ll teach you.” Zuo Hang touched his sister’s messy hair and said gently.
Xingye watched this scene and suddenly felt abandoned by the world. A sense of loneliness surged in his heart. Zuo Hang was the only person he could talk to so far.
“Don’t leave me behind!”
Zuo Hang sat cross-legged on the ground and released Fletchling, then said to the two Pokémon: “For Fletchling, the highest compatibility is with a few physical attack moves and peck. For Turtwig… if I remember correctly, Turtwig seems to be more compatible with slap.”
It had been a long time, and Zuo Hang hadn’t started training from initial Pokémon in a while.
The direction of the first physical attack move must be determined well.
For Pokémon like Fletchling with a powerful beak, it’s best not to learn tackle or claw—not that it can’t master them, but compared to ‘beak’, Fletchling’s head hardness isn’t suitable for learning tackle, and its claw sharpness isn’t suitable for learning scratch either.
If forcing it stubbornly, not only would it take a long time to practice, but the power after mastering might not be high either.
“You’re not wrong. Turtwig’s wings have a lot of strength, so it can learn slap, but Turtwig is also a bird Pokémon and can master peck, a flying type skill. But at the start, I still recommend learning slap.” Hoshino Ryuji, holding a Caterpillar, walked toward the two.
His Caterpillar was obviously larger than normal, probably from eating too many leaves, with the middle sections of its belly bulging.
Zuo Hang raised an eyebrow, “This is your initial Pokémon? Damn, rich family’s Caterpillar are all like this?”
Xingye spread his hands and said: “No choice, casually picked an egg from the Pokémon Day Care. This guy ate its entire eggshell on the first day of hatching, fought the Mankey at my house doorway on the second day and even won—clearly bug type, acting like fighting type, never idle.”
The Caterpillar stared at Fletchling and Turtwig with strong hostility, scaring Fletchling and Turtwig to immediately hide behind the electric mouse.
Pikachu, standing on the grass looking at the sky, suddenly gained two little brothers. It was ‘staring’ at something in the clouds when Turtwig ran over, grabbed its tail, and called out “Poka~ Poka~” twice, clearly seeking help.
The electric mouse naturally couldn’t ignore it and looked toward the terrifying source at Turtwig.
Holy cow! Such a big bug!
A golden electric arc lit up on its cheeks.
“—Pika~~~~”
Before “chu” could be shouted, Zuo Hang used head pat on the electric mouse, ending this Thunder Shock.
Even a power 40 Thunder Shock was enough to pierce the Caterpillar. He didn’t want to be expelled on the first day of school for accidentally maiming a classmate’s Pokémon in such a misunderstanding.
The electric current scared the Caterpillar’s eyes white. Even without hitting it, the sensation of impending death was truly unpleasant.
The ten-day-old Caterpillar first understood what it meant by there are skies beyond skies, mice beyond bugs, and secretly listed the electric mouse as the number one danger target, vowing never to provoke it lightly.
The Caterpillar’s change naturally didn’t escape Xingye’s eyes, “Your Pikachu”
“What’s up?”
“Nothing, let’s practice first. Didn’t Teacher Guan say we have to learn it in three morning classes?”
Zuo Hang and Hoshino Ryuji set a straight line about ten meters for the three Pokémon.
What the three Pokémon had to do was run-up, then attack.
Caterpillar and Turtwig ran on the ground, Fletchling flew ten meters then attacked. Pikachu and Snowy Child stood at the ten-meter finish line as practice targets for the three Pokémon.
The Caterpillar’s attitude toward Turtwig had obviously improved a lot, but standing at the same starting line as the green bug several sizes bigger than itself made Turtwig very panicked.
Fletchling acted first.
From five meters off the ground, it dove toward Pikachu, tucked its wings tight after one flap, beak forward like a feathered arrow.
Pikachu raised a hand and easily blocked the move.
No skill light on the beak; the first release didn’t succeed.
Fletchling was imitating Taillow’s earlier action, about seventy to eighty percent similar, already having the flavor.
Seeing this, Turtwig also ran, raising a hand for a slap toward Snowy Child.
“—Pa~” Snowy Child raised a hand and easily blocked Turtwig’s incoming wing. No skill light; Turtwig’s first release also failed.
With the first two having moved, the Caterpillar naturally couldn’t stay put and wriggled forward running.
Perhaps from eating too many leaves, it took over half a minute to crawl ten meters. By the time it reached the electric mouse, it was panting, rammed forward hard once, no skill light, and the whole bug collapsed on the ground, probably unable to recover for a while.
“You sure this guy beat the Mankey at your house doorway?” Zuo Hang said.
“It was pretty strong at two days old, later ate more and more fat… You know why I carry him now, right? He’s too fat to crawl himself.”
Xingye moved the Caterpillar to a spot, drew a white line half a meter in front of an old wutong tree with a branch.
“Start tackling from here. Whenever you can bash a dent in this old wutong tree, you’ve mastered tackle.”
Peck, slap, tackle… These skills all require a run-up distance when first practicing. With initial stats, it’s hard to give ordinary actions skill power, so this run-up distance is essential.
The Caterpillar looked at the wutong tree in front of it tearfully. The Weedle under the crooked-neck tree nearby bashed a dent in the bark in three to five tries. The Caterpillar lifted its eyelids, glanced at its own Y-shaped antennae, and cried out that this was unfair!
Now it was just minor skills needing short bursts of power. Later, practicing Quick Attack or Headbutt would be far more grueling than this small fuss.
Investment walk brothers~ Steady profit no loss~
