An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 69: A Glimpse of Mo Zhen, Tang She Makes Her Appearance (Two Chapters Combined, Please Read On!)
After proposing the convening of the first Unova Pokémon Tournament, Mo Zhen quickly provided a concrete plan.

"As for the specific plan, for the sake of efficiency, the liberals and the working class will each send a representative to speak."

To ensure that they can truly represent the interests of Pokémon, only free Pokémon that have not been captured by Poké Balls are eligible to run for representative.

At this conference, we will directly adopt the method of physical persuasion. The two delegates will demonstrate their opinions through their actions; whoever wins will be right. What do you all think?

Mo Zhen's proposal exploded like a bombshell in the crowd. The workers who had been holding up banners looked at each other in dismay, their "Give Me Back My Job" banners fluttering in the wind.

"Let the elves decide for themselves. Does this madman even know what he's saying?"

A worker wearing a hard hat sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

The middle-aged woman next to him stood with her hands on her hips, her face full of dissatisfaction, and echoed his sentiment.

"That's right, why should the elves decide what we do at work!"

Another young worker angrily spat on the ground and muttered something.

"Elves have no right to represent us, and we don't want to be represented!"

Seeing that his suggestion had received a warm response, Mo Zhen quickly spread his hands, palms up, leaned forward slightly, looked anxious, and scanned the crowd with sincere eyes.

"Hey everyone, don't get me wrong. You weren't represented. We elected elf representatives to represent the elves and decide whether elves have the right to work. You're not elves, so just wait for the results. That's perfectly reasonable!"

His voice was full of patience, as if he were coaxing a group of tantrum-throwing children.

Mo Zhen's explanation was reasonable, well-founded, and convincing, leaving everyone speechless for a moment.

They all turned to look at Quixote, hoping his mouth would offer some insightful opinions.

Quixote, standing on the podium, frowned slightly, gently stroking his chin with his right hand, his eyes deep in thought, as if he were pondering something.

After a while, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a thoughtful smile, and he unexpectedly agreed to the suggestion.

"A very interesting proposal. It borrows from the Kanto system, which is democratic and efficient. I have no objection!"

His tone was relaxed, but a sly glint flashed in his eyes behind his monocle, clearly indicating that he had his own plans.

Quigish didn't really think this broken system was superior; it was simply because their Plasma Team had plenty of free Pokémon that could fight.

On the other hand, the opposing quick-draw team has all their Pokémon in Poké Balls, so they probably won't be able to find a single free Pokémon to represent the working group anytime soon.

"I don't have any objection either!"

Before Quixote's smile could even fully form, Carbin from the Quick Guns team readily agreed to the proposal.

Cabin initially couldn't understand what was wrong with Mo Zhen, but after glancing at the red and blue bodyguards beside him, she suddenly remembered.

This kid never uses Poké Balls; aren't his two prized possessions both free-roaming Pokémon?

She glanced again at the Pokémon outside the Poké Ball on Team Plasma's side.

They are all elderly, weak, sick, disabled, and pregnant women who have been oppressed and exploited, and are brought here to sell their misery.

On the other hand, Mo Zhen's Pokémon can single-handedly take down an entire Poison Smoke team. These guys are no match for him.
Such a brilliant plan was truly a case of seemingly foolish wisdom, and many members of the quick-draw team immediately cast admiring glances at Mo Zhen.

Uzi, YYDS!

This one's a sure win!

So, under the confident and ardent gazes of everyone, Mo Zhen turned sideways and unleashed an invincible wind god kick, directly sending Gong Ping's water otter flying.

"Hey there! The elf representative from the working class is here! He says he'll fight to the death to defend elves' right to work!"

"What?!"

This scene left everyone in the quick-draw team speechless.

Ah Shui drew a clumsy parabola in the air and landed with a thud on the podium.

Its big, round eyes were filled with confusion. It blinked blankly, giving off the exact same expression as a Mudkip.

who I am? where am I? What am I going to do?
"This...this is outrageous!" "This weakling can be a representative?"

Looking at the frail-looking otter on the stage, scratching its head and completely lost, the quick-fire team members exchanged helpless glances and reached a deep consensus: Uzi is no good!
This guy is completely delusional, acting like a god one minute and a ghost the next, utterly unreliable.

Gong Ping was also startled, his mind went blank.

Hey, what's going on? How did Ah Shui become a representative? This guy has never worked a single day in a factory!
Can an elf who has never worked a day in his life represent the working class?

That said, does this mean there's no need for elections? They're just sent directly to the top, which feels a bit... well...

Cabbeen was so angry that he grabbed Mo Zhen by the collar.

If it weren't for the crowd, she would have loved to fire two bursts at him with her beloved M4A1.

"Uz, what are you doing?! I hired you to keep things in order, not to cause trouble! Why did you put that thing up there? You did it on purpose, didn't you?!"

She thought Mo Zhen was a real leg, but it turned out to be a prosthetic, and a defective one at that.

Faced with the leader's warm greeting, Mo Zhen smiled brightly and said confidently.

"What's the matter?"

Cabin's pretty face turned bright red with anger, and her nose was almost touching Mo Zhen's face.

"I'm talking to you seriously. Why did you choose that thing? It's not even your spirit!"

Mo Zhen continued to perform steadily, repeating the words with a strained expression.

"What's the matter?"

These three words seemed to have the effect of curing low blood pressure. Carbin's blood was surging, and he roared uncontrollably.

"Don't you understand? The representative you chose is a piece of trash, someone who's not fit to play. If we let this kind of rubbish represent us in the game, we'll only lose and lose everything!"

Upon hearing his old friend being belittled to the point of being worthless, Gong Ping immediately strode forward, grabbed Carbin by the collar, and loudly retorted.

"Shut up! Ah Shui is not the useless person you're making him out to be. He's my most reliable partner, and as a trainer, I will never allow you to insult my partner like this!"

Yes, Gongping intended to do that, but in fact, everything that just happened was a figment of his imagination.

In reality, he stood there, his face flushed with anger and grief, but he didn't dare utter a single word.

Having grown up on the streets, he deeply understands one principle: in this world where strength reigns supreme, the strong must humiliate the weak!
Snapped! !

The next moment, Mo descended from the sky, his anger truly ferocious.

"Excuse me, but I support Ah Shui as the representative because it truly cares about the spirits."

Unable to believe his ears, Carbin became unusually angry.

She never expected that this guy, whom she had just promoted to squad leader, would dare to openly provoke her.

"Uzi, I think you're lovesick! Do you want to eat purple eggs?"

Cabin roared, but the scene around her suddenly changed the moment she stared into Mo Zhen's eyes.

At that moment, she saw in Mo Zhen's eyes a rainy night, a Maybach, an overpass, an ever-burning golden eye, and a one-eyed god riding an eight-legged steed looking down at her.

In that instant, Cabin felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness. She was like a child who had just lost her father, weak, helpless, and at a loss.

In the falling rain, the Poké Ball at his waist, the M4A1 in his hand, everything he relied on seemed to have lost its meaning.

She felt that the god before her was invincible, and her only remaining thought was to hide in the Maybach, floor the gas pedal, and weep bitterly.

This sudden standoff startled Thomson.

What... what are they trying to do?!

Thomson cast a probing glance at Mo Zhen, and the moment their eyes met, time and space shifted.

Amidst the deafening roar of battle, he saw the rebel banners, burning temples, and a monarch with his hair tied in a bun chanting amidst the flames.

Life is but fifty years, like a dream, like an illusion.

Although as a member of the Hebi clan, Thomson was completely unaware of the Honnoji Incident, the moment he saw the scene before him, he seemed to understand everything.

Holy crap... a coup! A coup! Captain Uzi is about to do something big!

What should I do? A major event is looming ahead, and I have to consider whether this might be my only chance in this life! I can't see the end of my life following Carbin, but if I follow Uzbekistan and do something big, maybe I can even become a squad leader again!
Mo Zhen's sudden attack, and the inexplicable scene before Cabin and Thomson, were actually Mo Zhen testing Xiao Mengzi's new function, [Soul Illusion].

After successfully guiding Mei and Kyohei onto the path of trainers and absorbing a great deal of Mew energy, this pink-haired idiot finally regained a little bit of the power to intervene in reality and reclaimed some of the authority that should belong to the Mew God.

The skill 【Soul Illusion】 will cause anyone who makes eye contact with Mo Zhen to suddenly hallucinate that they are actually in a scene from a script at the moment their eyes meet.

Of course, don't think this is some kind of powerful control skill comparable to [Tsukuyomi]. In fact, it is a skill that requires a lot of skill to master.

Because Xiaomengzi is a complete pink waste, she can't decide what kind of scene the other party is in or how long it lasts. She can only be guided by the information conveyed by the user's eyes.

Simply put, the more expressive a user's eyes are, the more realistic the scene they can convey to the other person.

So, for the average person, this thing is basically useless except for making you look more determined.

But when this thing is paired with Mo Zhen's innate artist body, UZI has a three-piece set, Kobe boarded the helicopter, and took off!

With this amazing skill, even if he faced a hundred fully loaded M4A1s, he would dare to transform into Yan Shuangying and bet without batting an eye that the opponent's gun was empty.

Just as Thompson was considering whether he should use his Flash, which would cost him his career, to help Mo Zhen pull off an upset, a passionate shout suddenly came from the opposing Plasma team.

"Little Red, go! Fight for freedom! Tell everyone, elves will never enter the factory!"

While the Quick-Gun team was in chaos over the issue of representation, a white furry rabbit jumped onto the stage and stood side by side with the two water otters at the center gate to snipe each other.

Upon seeing this dazzling liberal representative, Thomson, whose finger was already on the F key, ready to flash and support Mo Zhen's rise to power, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"What?! There are more experts?!"

The members of the quick-draw team, who were originally attending a barbecue party at Honnoji Temple, began to question their existence after seeing Scorbunny on the stage.

They originally thought that Ah Shui, the representative of the working class, was invincible, but they didn't expect that the representative of the liberal faction was even more courageous, actually using fire to fight water.

Whose subordinate is this?!

In the distance, a girl with ponytails stood with intelligent eyes, hands on her hips, exuding a majestic aura, vaguely resembling the general Pan Feng!
The next moment, the quick-fire team members, having regained their senses, beamed with joy and opened half a glass of champagne.

No matter how you look at it, water-type has the advantage over fire-type!

This one is a sure thing!
On the outskirts of the crowd, a bespectacled young man with a serious demeanor was watching the chaotic arena in the center with a furrowed brow.

"Hmph, does that Scorbunny trainer have a problem with his IQ? He doesn't even know the most basic type matchups."

He pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light, his tone as if reciting a theorem from a textbook, full of disdain for laymen.

"Fire-type moves are severely weakened when used against Water-type Pokémon; that's an ironclad rule! No matter how weak that Oshawott is, its Water-type STAB and natural resistance to Fire are undeniable facts. This behavior isn't a matter of skill; it's a matter of intelligence."

"That's it!"

Beside the young man, a plump girl wearing a green hat immediately nodded in agreement like a chick pecking at rice.

"Blackie is absolutely right! What was that silly girl thinking, sending Scorbunny to fight Oshawott? Type advantages are common knowledge! Even I, a 'not-so-great' trainer, know that fire is weak to water!"

Blackie nodded slightly in agreement with the girl. As a professionally trained trainer, he had lost all interest in this duel between amateur trainers.

"A pointless farce, a pure waste of the elves' and audience's time. Let's go, Bailu, and prepare for the next professional assessment."

"Okay, sure..."

Bai Lu nodded and was about to follow Hei Lian's footsteps.

Snapped!
One of the Poké Balls on her waist suddenly popped open on its own without warning.

A figure in emerald green, with a sharp, penetrating aura, landed precisely and lightly on the open ground.

"Snivy!"

Bai Lu exclaimed in surprise and instinctively rushed forward two steps, reaching out to grab its smooth tail.

The vine snake seemed to have eyes in the back of its head. With a nimble flick of its tail, it precisely avoided Bai Lu's hand. The movement was smooth and natural, carrying a hint of contempt.

It didn't even spare a glance for its trainer; all its attention was focused on the ring.

Hei Lian's face was grim as he sternly reminded Bai Lu.

"Bai Lu! Look at your Pokémon! In such a chaotic public place, your Pokémon has strayed from its Poké Ball and is acting on its own. This is not just a matter of discipline; it's a serious lack of authority on your part as a trainer! You, immediately! Now! Bring it back!"

Bai Lu's face showed a wronged and helpless expression.

She looked at the verdant figure standing tall like a proud queen, seemingly oblivious to her reprimands, and helplessly spread her hands.

"I...I want it to obey! But it does whatever it wants. Forget about me disciplining it, I'm already being lenient with it!"

She tried calling out to the retreating figure of the Snivy.

"Snivy, come back quickly, it's too dangerous here..."

Bai Lu's voice was soft and weak, lacking any confidence, like a stone sinking into the sea, without even changing the rhythm of the vine snake's tail swaying.

Looking at Bai Lu's defeated and resigned expression, Hei Lian sighed, filled with despair at the collapse of morality in the trainer world.

He stopped urging Bai Lu and turned his complicated gaze back to the arena.

Now, he too has been forcibly kept in the audience of this farce by this unruly snail.

On the other side, Cabin, who had just escaped from Nibelungen and was covered in sweat, took a deep look at Naruto, who was cheering for Scorbunny in the distance.

An incredulous shock and a belated sense of apprehension flashed in her eyes.

What... what's going on...?

Although that person with the bun hairstyle had a clear look of stupidity in their eyes, making them seem rather dim-witted and uncultured, surely they knew something as basic as elemental counters!
In an instant, recalling how Mo Zhen had chatted and laughed with the other person earlier, Cabin gradually understood everything...

Could it be... that guy with the bun hairstyle is Uzi's mole planted in Team Plasma?!
He already had everything under control!
As Cabin gradually came to understand everything, he suddenly looked up at Mo Zhen. The moment their eyes met, a torrential downpour began.

Returning to the viaduct of fate, Mo Zhen, now the one-eyed Odin, rode an eight-legged steed, radiating divine light like a god. In his hand, the divine spear Gungnir pointed at Cabin, as if a god who controlled fate was mocking foolish mortals.

At first glance, Mo Zhen was identified as: a god.

At this moment, the completely delirious Carbin could only utter a heartfelt sigh in his heart.

Uzi, forever a god!!!
On the other side, looking at the Fire Rabbit on the stage, Quidditch's face remained completely expressionless.

He had complete confidence in Mingyi.

Because he knew that this seemingly illiterate little girl possessed a kind of simple wisdom, and was definitely not as foolish as she appeared.

However, he still needs to ascertain the opponent's combat strength to assess whether to initiate this evenly matched contest.

Quixote tapped his finger slightly, activating the scanning function of his left tactical goggle, and began to meticulously analyze the composition of Gongping and Ashui.

[Thin physique, lack of vitality, dull skin and fur, malnutrition, unfocused eyes, excessive indulgence in sexual activity]

The artificial eye stares at the truth, and the identification is: Super Power Fighting Team.

Upon receiving the test results, Quixote's lips curled into a slight, disdainful smile.

Now he had complete confidence in Mingyi.

Even if this clueless guy has an attribute advantage, he's no match for her.

Raising his voice, Quixote adopted the solemn expression of a superior and spoke in a serious tone.

“Very good. Selecting representatives is no trivial matter. Since both sides have sent representatives, let’s begin the conference.”

Hearing Quixote's impatient voice, Cabin, who was kneeling on the ground, regained his usual fierce expression.

"Hmph, let's begin then!"

Seeing their opponents, both the Plasma Team and the Quickfire Team had already opened half a bottle of champagne and were preparing their acceptance speeches.

Seeing that no one else was objecting to the two representatives' qualifications, Mo Zhen stepped on Xiao Mengzi's head and excitedly jumped onto the podium.

"Alright! Since everyone agrees, I hereby declare the first Unova Pokémon Tournament officially open!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

These two chapters are a bit difficult to split, so I'm combining them into one chapter. The bonus chapter event for monthly tickets ends tomorrow, so if you have any, hurry up and vote. Of course, following the story is even more important; tomorrow's conference is full of tough stuff.

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