An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 70 Unova Pokémon Tournament (Part 2 combined, please continue reading)

Standing on the central stage of the conference, Mo Zhen inexplicably became the host of the conference.

But no one came forward to refute his identity, because the fact that "this man in the red suit is the host of the event" had unknowingly become a consensus.

With his confident smile, everyone assumed that this young man was the pre-selected host.

When everyone agrees on a certain point of view, suddenly expressing a different opinion will make you seem out of place and very foolish.

So, in order to appear normal, everyone tacitly refrained from questioning them.

"Before we begin the conference, let's listen to the voices of our supporters. Now, you round-headed sauropod elf, what are your thoughts on this conference?"

Seeing the microphone pointed at him, Xiao Huolong smiled shyly, scratched his head sheepishly, and began to talk about his daily experiences in the boiler room.

(Note: For the sake of smooth writing, all Elvish languages ​​in the following content were simultaneously translated by Xiaomengzi.)
I support Ah Shui because although work is tough, I feel like I learn something every day. That feeling of continuous progress is great and powerful, it brings a sense of accomplishment. But ever since I accidentally blew up the boiler room last week, the factory manager won't let me work there anymore. Can anyone put in a good word for me? I really want to continue working there; I'm truly dedicated to my job!

The camera then panned to a mysterious blue dog.

Its expression was solemn, like a security guard standing on sentry post protecting the peace of the area, and it saluted the camera respectfully.

[This elf completely agrees with the water otter's point of view. I believe that work is a way to realize self-worth. My life has been full of value because of my labor. Without a job that contributes to society, you will only live a relatively unsuccessful life. By the way, if there are any security guard positions available for elves, please contact me immediately!]

Before Luca could finish speaking, a group of liberal elves swarmed over, completely surrounding Mo Zhen.

[NMSL! Who goes to work as a respectable elf?! Ugh, disgusting, despicable!]

【That's it! 】

Are you a dog? You really are a dog!

Clearly, compared to the working-class elves, the liberal elves hold more radical views and their statements are extremely aggressive.

The difference in quality between the two sides is self-evident.

One word: Victory!

Before the game even officially started, the working class had already won big.

After being hit where it hurt by a liberal comment, Luca, enraged, unleashed his "Shave" move, taking a layup and adding a subtle elbow flick, firing the first shot in the fight against racial discrimination.

[Man, I'll tell you what canned food is! So what if I'm a dog? I'm a genuine blue-skinned dog from Hezhong! I'm proud of my identity! No one can take away my right to be a security guard!]

Before the fight even started on stage, a fierce battle had already begun offstage.

When Luca descended from the sky like a helicopter, the liberal spirits, who had been so passionate and indignant, were all terrified and scattered like birds.

[Run! Someone's being attacked!]

Why isn't anyone doing anything about this?!

【hateful! 】

This scene is strikingly similar to the real-life incident where a user on Tieba was assaulted offline.

[Hmph, trying to escape? Lightning Whirlwind Elbow!]

Faced with the lively atmosphere of the conference, which was physically very close, Mo Zhen, the war correspondent and host of the conference, excitedly showed everyone while pulling the liberal elf to take sides.

"Alright everyone, I think you all understand the superiority of the Pokémon Tournament now! If we let everyone express their opinions one by one, this situation would occur, so please stop arguing and let our great representatives decide the important matters!"

The chaotic scene below the stage made everyone present deeply understand the prestige of the Pokémon Tournament.

After Luca's arms transformed into helicopter propellers, and he repeatedly elbowed the liberals like sprites, the two representatives on the stage finally expressed their opinions.

With her eyes bloodshot and her temper flaring, Yan Tu'er Xiao Hong charged toward A Shui like a freedom fighter.

Its charge, enveloped in flames, seemed to unleash a deafening roar.

Ha! You groveling, hardworking slave! Look at how weak and frail you are now! This is what happens when you work for humans!

Freedom is the nature of elves, freedom, freedom, freedom, tatak!

Faced with such a powerful attack, Ah Shui, who had never participated in a Pokémon battle before, was immediately stunned and at a loss.

When it turned its head to Gongping, seeking his help, it was met with a lewd smile and a lewd look.

Of course, in Gongping's imagination, he should show the same standard "confident smile" and "resolute eyes" as Mo Zhen.

The next moment, under Ah Shui's expectant gaze, Gong Ping took out a fluorescent screen from his pocket and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

This familiar pose makes it seem like an open-world adventure game is about to launch.

Immediately afterwards, a pretty girl appeared on the screen, striking a pose seductively, accompanied by a coquettish voice.

Ah~ brother, this giant rocket feels so cool~ keep scrolling, don't stop!

In an instant, a gleam appeared in Ah Shui's eyes, and the little seashell on her belly burst forth with fighting spirit!

Super Power Team, on the move!

In the blink of an eye, Ah Shui struck back, unleashing a fierce water gun that shot skyward, accompanied by the roar of a tiger echoing through the venue, as if responding to the other party.

Shut up, you ignorant child! You are not me, how can you know my joy? How can an unemployed person like you understand the pleasure of labor?
If you call me weak and frail, then take this Roaring Tiger Spear!
This water gun is no ordinary weapon; the surging water jet is as fierce as a roaring tiger descending a mountain, unstoppable!
Such a powerful water gun attack drew gasps of surprise from the elves watching below.

[Is that a water gun?! Even Gyarados's Hydro Pump isn't this powerful!]

Wow, otters are such manly creatures!

[It's over, it's over. Everyone should just find a job!]

Amidst the gasps of many elves, Little Red, tongue lolling out, collapsed into the puddles, a scene reminiscent of the defeat CG of the five-cent Vision.

"Did everyone see that? The working-class otter representative proved with his actions that going to work not only doesn't harm your health, but can actually prolong your life and strengthen your body!"

Is this for real? There's this feature?!
Seeing Ah Shui's powerful water gun, the group of elves in the audience were stunned by Mo Zhen and almost got tricked into going to the factory.

"Well done!" "That's awesome!" "That's the best!"

Amid cheers from the quick-fire team members, Carbin stared blankly, unable to believe the diameter of that water gun.

This...this is too powerful! No wonder it's Uzi, he must have found some really valuable items!

Click.

A soft, crisp sound broke the silence.

They are black-rimmed glasses.

A fine crack was clearly visible in the center of the lens.

He stood there as if petrified, his previous cold expression of "everything is under control" and "you are all novices" completely shattered.

"This...this is definitely not the power of an ordinary water gun! That otter's energy level was clearly very low...what is the source of this explosive power? Something's not right, this situation is not recorded in the textbooks at all..."

Bai Lu clapped her hands excitedly.

"What an amazing water gun! It's even more powerful than a fire hydrant!"

Snivy glanced at the terrifying strength Ah Shui had displayed, then at its foolish trainer, a murderous glint in its eyes...

So this is the true power a trained Pokémon should possess? That listless loser actually has this kind of power...

Foolish woman... You have completely wasted my talent and potential. You are courting death!
"Xiao Hong, stand up! Cheer up, don't embarrass yourself, prove to everyone that liberals are not cowards!"

As the champagne from the Quick-Gun team burst through the ceiling, Mingyi, standing below the stage, revealed a pure yet resolute gaze, desperately calling out to the collapsed Scorbunny. In a daze, Scorbunny trembled slightly, feeling a surge of free will flowing into its body.

Immediately afterwards, the dormant fire energy within its body ignited, and a free will burst forth in its eyes as it plunged into the air.

In its mind, a voice was calling out.

Little Red, you are free, so... don't stop, tap tap tap!

At this moment, the flame of freedom reignited within Xiao Hong, and she charged towards Ah Shui.

That's right, I am free, and I will never compromise with the working class. I will fight to the end!
Below the stage, Mo Zhen's eyes revealed a profound look, and he could tell at a glance that this was by no means a simple encouragement.

This is... a forbidden martial art, the Rejuvenation Roar!

Quixote, who was silently watching from afar, curled his lips into a wicked smile, revealing a sense of complete control.

From the moment he first saw Mingyi, he could tell from her clear and wise eyes that she possessed a rare and precious power of innocence.

Thanks to her lack of formal education, Mingyi possesses a wild, elfin innocence that allows her to resonate naturally with other elves who have also lacked formal education.

This power points directly to the essence of a trainer's path, saving them twenty years of detours compared to small-town trainers who spend five years battling and three years completing their Pokédex.

In that instant, Gongping stared at Mingyi in the distance and finally realized something.

[A silly smile] [Innocent eyes] And the bond with the elves...

Masaka?! She's a trainer just like me!
While Ah Shui was accumulating water guns, Xiao Hong seized the opportunity and leaped into the air, delivering a Knight Flame Kick directly towards the water otter's vitals!

Caught off guard, Ah Shui was so frightened that he spat out a weak water gun, unable to withstand the fierce attack of the Fire Rabbit, and was kicked in the groin!
That kick, the result of twenty years of practice, almost made Ah Shui's eyes pop out.

A wave of intense, layered pain washed over him, and under this terrifying, fatal blow, Ah Shui's bloodshot, resolute eyes began to glaze over.

I must persevere, persevere, persevere...

After its face contorted in a grimace for three seconds, its imposing body finally gave way and it collapsed.

With an expression of disbelief on her face, Mo Zhen let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Little Otter has fallen! (Sobbing) No one expected that Little Otter, on whom we placed such high hopes, would fall at the feet of Hermitaur in the final round! But that's the charm of the Pokémon Tournament, isn't it? There are many results we can't predict! (Sighing) The free-spirited Scorbunny represents a dramatic turnaround. Does this mean that being unemployed is good for you, and if you want to have a high HP bar, being unemployed is better!"

Looking at Ah Shui, whose eyes were unfocused, Gong Ping in the audience was moved to tears, feeling unbearable pain.

He knew that this would be a very difficult time, as he was connected to Niu Zi by heart.

Give up. It's over. There's no need to persist any longer...

Gongping originally wanted to make Ah Shui admit defeat and end the tournament.

But looking back, at the hopeful gaze of Mr. Mo Zhen on the stage, Gongping recalled the afternoon he became a trainer.

I, Mo Zhen, am saying that you, Gong Ping, will become a Pokémon Trainer.

An indescribable emotion welled up in Gongping's heart, and he clenched his fists, his eyes hardening.

No! I... I absolutely cannot let Mr. Mo Zhen down. Now is not the time to give up!
Quickly, think about what can still lift our spirits in these turbulent times.

But the more urgent the situation became, the more chaotic Gongping's thoughts became. He had no idea how to salvage this desperate situation.

In despair, Gongping looked up at Mozhen, like a mouse in the dark peering at the sun through a crack in a sewer.

When Gongping prayed to the god of art, he was met with a resolute gaze as cool as moonlight.

The moment Gongping and Mozhen's eyes met, the ethereal and solemn sound of a pipe organ suddenly rang out.

In the song "Cornfield Chase" from the movie Interstellar, Gongping suddenly finds himself sitting in a jeep with Ah Shui next to him, and lush cornfields rushing past in front of him.

The next instant, he was already in the spaceship about to launch. Outside the porthole, Ah Shui was crying out his name on the ground. Amidst the shouts, the rocket roared into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the spaceship headed towards the black hole that seemed to be the end of the world. Before his eyes, the light and shadows shifted, and he fell into a five-dimensional space where endless time and space intertwined.

In that five-dimensional space, everything that Gongping and Ashui had experienced in the past unfolded before his eyes like a movie playing in fast-forward, and he found the answer!
"Ah Shui, hang in there! Think of the dried fish, Miss Liuli, and... the Roaring Tiger Pill!"

? !
At that moment, when three things came to mind, Ah Shui's previously dull eyes regained their brilliance and revealed a resolute look.

Amidst endless suffering, it shakily stood up, its swaying back resembling that of a hero who stood firm in the face of adversity!

Like someone desperately needing to relieve themselves finding a toilet, Mo Zhen screamed hysterically, releasing all the pent-up emotions within her, and began her passionate commentary.

"It's a three-piece set! Little Otter has collected all three pieces! The tournament isn't over yet, Little Otter is still attacking!"

The next moment, Ah Shui, having collected all three pieces, began operating at high speed, frantically rubbing against the seashell. It activated the bond between itself and Gong Ping—[Friction Creates Water].

[Dream Trait - Friction Creates Water: Life never ends, friction never stops! Friction, this is the true meaning of life! Unleash astonishing water power through friction, converting life energy into water-type energy and gaining terrifying water-type skill bonuses.]

Driven by the power of bonds, the water-based energy within Ah Shui's body is rapidly gathering at an astonishing speed!

I want to fight! I want dried fish! I want Miss Ruri! I want the Roaring Tiger Pill!
Aa ...

At this moment, what Ah Shui sprayed was not a water gun, but a lifetime of unwavering faith!
Faced with the Otter's [Super Tiger Roar Spear], which contains the power of bonds, a spark of life ignites in the eyes of Scorbunny.

It sensed that this water gun was no ordinary weapon and that it was very likely to lose.

The only way out now is to achieve a qualitative breakthrough, just like the other side.

The time has come! Quickly think, fight, and liberate millions of our compatriots!

However, no matter how much it thinks about Mingyi, it cannot reach the level of understanding between Gongping and Ashui.

Because the bond between them lacks the sedimentation of time.

send!!!
Suddenly, when it recalled a certain dark-skinned boy and his beastly behavior, Little Red gradually turned red and ignited at a certain moment.

Aa ...

I'd rather die than work for someone like that again!
Ta-ta-ka, ta-ta-ka, I will never bow down to humanity, I will turn my broken body into flames!

In an instant, flames shot up from Scorbunny's body as it charged head-on into the Otter, braving the water gun's impact with a spirit of self-sacrifice!
At this moment, both Ah Shui and Xiao Hong shared only one belief in their minds—Charge!

Boom! Crack! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

A frenzied resonance surged on the stage, water and fire energies clashed, and boiling water splashed wildly, creating a passionate and intense atmosphere. A billowing mist rose from the stage, enveloping the entire venue.

The audience in the front row, whether human or elf, were all equally splashed with boiling water, wailing and crying out in agony.

"My God, what are they doing! Even the boiler room explosion at the factory last week wasn't this terrifying!"

"Help! It's so damn hot! Oh no, I'm really burned!"

Amidst the widespread suffering of the people of the United States, the thick fog on the stage dissipated, and the two men were fortunate enough to pass away.

The two elf representatives, Otter and Scorbunny, lay peacefully on the ground, completely burned out (drained).

Mo Zhen, the host of the conference, who was holding an umbrella on the stage, announced the end of the conference in a passionate tone.

"What?! It's a tie! It seems the delegates have reached a consensus. We must uphold the spirit of harmony and win-win, ensuring that all elves who want to work have a job, and all elves who don't want to work have fish to play with. I hereby declare this conference a complete success. Let's give them a round of applause!"

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.

The Crazy Thursday monthly pass bonus chapter event ends today, so cast your votes now!

(End of this chapter)