Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

With her eyes half-closed, Nan Yin vaguely saw the burst of strength and progressively increasing power emanating from the opponent's muscles in the instant of the sudden exertion.

Speed ​​is not a direct representation of data. It is often said that Dragonite is the fastest flying Pokémon, even reaching speeds of 2,500 kilometers per hour. However, if we define it according to the base stats given in the game, it only has a midpoint value of around 80, which is even lower than Heracross.

Therefore, she believes that Dragonite's speed is the hypothetical speed at its optimal state and maximum acceleration, a constant baseline.

When it comes to defining speed numerically, she prefers to consider it as the speed of an instantaneous burst.

For example, right now, without the heightened senses granted by telekinesis, Nan Yin wouldn't be able to capture the moment when Heracross charged forward.

Fortunately, with her current five senses, she can still give instructions in a timely manner.

"Hold."

With its crossed pincers securing its lower body, the scorpion plunges its tail into the soil, increasing the volume of force it can withstand.

Utilizing the surrounding environment to amplify one's advantages is the true essence of practical combat.

Although the force of the mountain-shaking device is immense, it still cannot break through the thick layer of soil.

As the old power faded and the new power had not yet emerged, the girl's command came a second time.

"acrobatics."

Suddenly, it pulls out its tail tip, kicking up a pile of sand and stones in front of it. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's vision is obstructed, Scorpion rises into the air and then swoops down from a high place, slashing down with its pincers.

Unable to react at all, with the stinging pain still lingering in his eyes, the Insect King could only instinctively raise his hand to defend himself.

But how could a panicked defense possibly withstand a well-planned offensive?

After a muffled thud, Heracross's carapace, struck head-on, was dented and covered in scratches from the air blades.

Four times the restraint, hitting the vital point.

His body trembled, and he swayed precariously. The Insect King's anger intensified, and at the same time, a slight fear quietly settled in.

If the levels are similar, this powerful move that hits the bullseye can undoubtedly defeat the enemy in one blow. However, in the end, Scorpio's normal development time is still too short, and it is not known for its attack.

Fortunately, Nan Yin did not feel disappointed at all. On the contrary, she was delighted and even enjoyed the feedback from the battle because of her ease in using the technique.

Drawing on experience, she became more certain of the connection and transition between commands. With each exchange, the girl's commands became more skillful and fluent.

Just like now, the moment after the acrobatic strike, Nan Yin's thoughts were transmitted to Xiao Shou's mind.

"Turning back immediately."

This move, originally intended for counter-attacking and zone defense, now only serves the crucial function of counter-attacking.

Rotating the shoulders and waist, and slashing down the stinging needle, this move is not for attack, but only to change the force applied to oneself, so that one is always in a high position with a favorable line of sight.

Using the recoil to create distance, Heracross's furious tile-splitting attack grazed the spot where Scorpio had originally been.

The blow missed, and the inertia left the body still sluggish. It was at this very moment that the final cadence was uttered from the lips as if a perfect plan had been devised.

"Yan Hui."

The attack was sure to hit its mark, the force was controlled and restrained. After the slash, Scorpion nimbly returned to Nan Yin's back, while the Insect King had already lowered his head and was unconscious.

Fair conditions, unfair results. Heracross's only truly effective offensive was the initial corner attack, which was defended and blocked; his subsequent chaotic attacks all failed to achieve their intended goals.

She only managed to launch one attack before being hit by three consecutive, skillful strikes to her vital points. The authenticity and exhilaration of the real combat made Nan Yin's heart surge with excitement, causing her to break out in a sweat and fall into a high-spirited vortex.

Fighting is fun.

She gently touched Scorpio's broad forehead as encouragement, and while pleased, she also took out the healing spray and black berries.

The former was to heal the insect king's injuries, and the latter was to return what did not belong to them in the first place.

Yes, she did not intend to capture the former. Although it was known as Hercules and ranked among the top Bug-type Pokémon, Nan Yin had her own principles.

A person's energy is ultimately limited; both Pokémon and humans have the limitations of life.

If you have too many Pokémon, it's inevitable that you'll end up neglecting some of them.

Perhaps it is for this reason that the League has limited ordinary trainers to six Pokémon.

Similarly, she absolutely did not want her child to become depressed due to neglect; that look of loss in her eyes could truly be felt.

Distressed.

Therefore, no matter how hard or tiring it is, Nanyin doesn't want to harm them.

Chapter 43 The Cancelled Evolution

Clean the dust off the wound, then wrap the insect king tightly with a bandage to stop the bleeding.

Pokémon are incredibly resilient; as long as the injury isn't to a vital area, they can recover after a period of rest.

Watching the other person stagger away into the distance, this little episode in the trip came to a temporary end.

It wasn't out of kindness that I treated Heracross; it was all a misunderstanding caused by my own Scorpio. It was perfectly reasonable to offer some help within my power.

"You'll have to be more careful next time, little one."

I touched the little animal's nose; a little instruction was still necessary.

After all, no one knows what kind of dangers are lurking in this dense forest. If it attracts a swarm of predatory Pokémon, such as Beedrill or Spearow, Nanyin is not yet able to deal with it effectively.

Listening to the sounds around her and noticing the signs of renovation, she carefully spread her mental energy, standing one in front of and one behind Eevee, trying her best to avoid any possibility of being accidentally injured.

As time passed, dusk gradually descended, bringing the afterglow of the setting sun to the forest and giving a signal to the nocturnal spirits.

It's time for dinner.

Not only them, but also the girls.

From the moment she planned her route, Nan Yin knew it would be difficult to leave this forest today. However, since she had anticipated this, she naturally didn't panic.

Before actually setting up camp, we need to find a flat area near a water source, based on the surrounding terrain.

This is not only for the convenience of fetching water, but also to provide a wider field of vision and avoid unexpected accidents, whether it is a wild Pokémon or a trainer hiding in the grass, who will rush up to challenge you as long as they take a liking to you.

To be honest, Nan Yin doesn't dislike formal battles; she just doesn't like being passively subjected to them when she's feeling irritable or about to get busy.

That would really make me furious.

After navigating through thorny bushes and pushing aside low-hanging dead branches, and after several twists and turns until her heels ached, Nan Yin's world finally opened up before her eyes.

Although it was already dusk, when she looked up, the clear sky and bright clouds still seemed to tell her that after hardship comes happiness.

The meaning of travel, perhaps, is that moment of relief and a smile after encountering a beautiful, sunny day.

Here it is.

Taking out a small hammer, Nan Yin hammered four ground nails into the soil one after another, simply set up the tent, and sat at the entrance of the curtain, gazing into the distance.

Without doing anything else, she simply bent down, hugged her calves, rested her head on her knees, and watched the sun set with the little ones.

Before long, as the sunset glow sank into the mountains, a dim, yellowish light gradually poured down on this open river bend from afar.

What should we make for dinner?

She would flick her fingers at the stray hairs on the side of her face, occasionally wrapping them around her knuckles. In the past, when she had racked her brains without success, Nan Yin would do this habitual gesture.

Of course, right now we're just experiencing a lack of choices due to abundant resources.

They put their backpacks to their sides and took out a variety of seasonings. Thanks to their thorough preparations before setting off, the issue of ingredients was not a problem for them.

Moreover, even if there are any shortages, the abundant resources here are available for the young girl to take as she pleases.

Not only fruit and wild vegetables, but also many vegetarian Pokémon she saw on the way here, such as Slowpoke, Clamshell, and Pachirisu.

To be honest, at first, Nan Yin was quite concerned about the practice of eating parts of spirits' bodies, but every situation depends on the circumstances.

Just like Slowpoke, aside from some trainers, most ordinary people's impression of it is limited to its supposedly delicious tail.

Because of their riverside habitat, they secrete a peculiar sweetness from their tails and use it as bait to fish for prey in the river bends.

However, because its sense of pain is very dull, Slowpoke often doesn't even notice when its tail is bitten off by its prey.

In the Alola region, their tails are considered a common delicacy.

The people there raise Slowpoke on a large scale. During the raising process, the tails of these Pokémon will naturally break off and fall off, and eventually be collected and processed as food.

Even though there is a precedent of eating Slowpoke tails, the people there will provide food accordingly to ensure that they are full.

The tails of these Pokémon, which evolve in the natural environment, are essentially consumables. This practice is no different from people drinking milk from Miltank.

Humans raise Pokémon, and the Pokémon respond to human support.

As long as they maintain goodwill and mutual respect, this mutually supportive relationship is perfectly acceptable.

That being said, since we don't intend to make contact, there's no need to deliberately get close and disturb their peaceful lives.

She sprayed insect repellent around the campsite, lit a campfire, set up a steel pot, and put the base ingredients into it one by one to bake until fragrant.

Without taking a break, Nan Yin finely chopped the potatoes and mushrooms she had prepared earlier, and once they were cooked through, she added them to the broth along with the curry cubes.

A bowl of hot soup is both comforting and convenient, making it an excellent choice for the evening.

After cleaning up the debris, she intended to walk to the river to wash her fingers, but the solid feel under her feet reminded her of the presence of the foreign object.

He bent down and focused his gaze, not rushing to take action. Through the reconstruction of his senses, the shape of the object gradually emerged in his mind.

—Water Stone.

Pushing aside the sand and gravel, I took out the translucent crystal. Under the moonlight, it seemed to reflect light and fall onto the chestnut-furred little beast.

"Buy?"

A look of astonishment crossed her face, but before she could react further, a dazzling white light completely enveloped Eevee's body.

Unexpectedly, even without being touched, the little guy was catalyzed and began to transform.

Although she was somewhat out of sorts and felt a little disappointed, she could accept any evolved form of Nanyin as long as it was this child.

Just as she was thinking this, the glimmer of light receded like the tide, revealing Eevee's chestnut-colored fur as before.

"Buyi!"

The bared canines and puffed-out chest were a stern refusal.

Did they resist the instinct for evolution through their own consciousness and physical resilience?

Knowing how hard-won this result was, Nan Yin bent down and gently rubbed Eevee's neck.

"Little one, do you have your own ideas?"

"Buyi."

Nodding slightly, as his body became uncontrollable, Ibrahimovic recalled the previous clash between Scorpion and Heracross, a battle that showed him where the gap lay.

If one is content with mediocrity and lets one's instincts dictate one's life before laying a solid foundation, then one will forever remain behind others and will never be able to stand in front of Nanyin and deliver a reliable roar when danger strikes.

He couldn't bear the trembling he felt when the insect king lunged at him, and he didn't want the girl's slender figure to stand in front of him.

If we were to make a comparison, the beautiful Gardevoir and the carefree Milotic, both powerful yet elegant, not only protect each other but also complement each other, their beauty shining brightly in all directions.

This is the future it is willing to accept.

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Chapter Forty-Four: Wings and Parallel Worlds

The sparse woods are not a quiet place.

The fluctuating temperature difference between day and night causes the air to flow faster than the outside air. The passing breeze also brushes past the branches, bringing a soft rustling sound. It may be a bit dry, but in the early morning, these monotonous rustling sounds actually filter out the drowsiness of Nanyin music at the beginning of its waking.

In a daze, I scooped up some lukewarm water and soaked it on my face to refresh and soothe my mind.

But when Qingming Festival came, she also found that her Eevee had been huddled by the riverbank early in the morning, as if it were keeping an eye on something.

Upon closer inspection, at the far end of the line of sight, at the bottom of the river where aquatic plants grow, lurks a group of brightly colored carp kings.

"What, little guy, you've gotten interested in fishing?"

Nan Yin splashed water to scare away the silly, fat fish; she didn't want to get splashed while washing her face.

After a simple face wash, she began planning her day.

Continue along Route 12, passing through the city of Sal, and after a few more hours you will reach Mirror Cave.

With the plan finalized, implementation naturally follows.