"A Pidgeotto? Ha!"
When the Samurai Youth saw the Pokemon Roy released, he was momentarily stunned before laughing again, though this time his smile was filled with obvious disdain.
"It seems you have some basic knowledge after all, knowing to use a Flying-type against a Bug-type."
"However..." He intentionally drew out his tone and patted the hard shell of the Pinsir beside him, producing a dull "thud-thud" sound.
"My Pinsir is no ordinary bug!"
"It's a Superior I spent three days and nights finding deep within the forest! See these giant Mandibles?"
The Samurai Youth pointed to the Pinsir's pair of giant Mandibles that glinted coldly.
"They can easily snap a small tree as thick as a bowl! Its strength is immense!"
"It's not afraid of any bird attacks at all!"
"Type advantage?"
He sneered and puffed out his chest.
"In the face of absolute power, that little advantage doesn't mean squat! My Pinsir is the chosen bug!"
To prove his words, he even gave the Pinsir's back a forceful push.
"Pinsir, show them your courage!"
The Pinsir cooperated with its master; although it felt somewhat uncomfortable under Pidgeotto's sharp gaze, it still ground its giant Mandibles with a "clack-clack" sound and stomped its legs, making the ground tremble slightly to display its "courage" in the face of a bird.
However, under the gaze of Pidgeotto's calm and sharp eagle eyes, this "courage" seemed more like a bluff.
Roy didn't even bother to comment on this chuunibyou speech and started the battle immediately.
"Pidgeotto. Increase your altitude and maintain distance."
"Use Agility to create space; don't let it get close."
The commands were concise and clear.
Pidgeotto gave a long cry, flapped its wings powerfully, and its body shot upward, reaching a height that Pinsir could hardly reach with a jump almost instantly.
"What?"
The Samurai Youth was stunned, not expecting the opponent to refuse a direct engagement.
"You... you're cheating! If you have the guts, come down and fight head-on!"
He shouted, pointing at Pidgeotto in the sky.
"Pinsir! Go! Jump! Use Vice Grip! Crush that Pidgeotto!"
Receiving the command, Pinsir let out a low growl, pushed off with its hind legs, and its heavy body leaped upward, its giant Mandibles snapping fiercely at Pidgeotto's afterimage in the air.
However, it snapped at nothing but air.
The moment it jumped, Pidgeotto had already gracefully glided to the side, easily avoiding the reckless pounce.
Not only that.
In the instant they passed each other, Pidgeotto flapped its wings.
A current of air, not particularly strong but precise enough, swept up sand, stones, and fallen leaves from the ground, covering Pinsir's face.
The damage was minimal.
But the insult was immense.
Pidgeotto even circled half a turn in the air, letting out a slightly mocking cry, its eyes looking as if it were watching an idiot.
"You bastard!"
The Samurai Youth's face turned beet red.
"Pinsir! Keep jumping! Use Vice Grip repeatedly! Don't let it get away!"
Pinsir landed, shook its eyes which were blurred by the sand and stones, and leaped with effort once more.
Another miss.
Pidgeotto avoided it with a simple lift in altitude.
"Again!"
"Jump!"
"Grip it! Just land one hit!"
...On the field, a comical scene unfolded.
The mighty Pinsir was like a spring toy, jumping up in vain over and over again under the Samurai Youth's exasperated commands of "Jump!" and "Grip!", waving its giant Mandibles at the sky.
Meanwhile, Pidgeotto was like a top-tier dancer, strolling leisurely through the air.
Sometimes it easily pulled higher.
Sometimes it gracefully shifted sideways.
Sometimes, while Pinsir was stuck in the landing lag between its old and new strength, it would dive down and use its wings to give it a moderate smack on the head or fan up a gust of wind and sand to blur its vision.
It was complete toy-playing.
"This... this is just too..."
In the back, Misty's eyelids were twitching.
She had received formal Gym Trainer education, and seeing this Samurai Youth unable to perform even simple offense and defense, her intolerance for stupidity flared up.
"That Pinsir might have decent strength, but its speed is a clear weakness, especially when it comes to dealing with aerial units."
"This idiot commander is actually making Pinsir jump continuously... doesn't he know that Bug-type Pokemon generally have average jumping abilities?"
"Especially a heavyweight like Pinsir; jumping repeatedly consumes massive amounts of stamina, and it still can't even touch Pidgeotto."
"Even if he had Pinsir use Rock Tomb to restrict the field, or Focus Energy to look for an opening, or even just Harden to boost its defense and wait for an opportunity, it would be better than this brainless jumping..."
Misty couldn't help but mutter under her breath... On the field, the Samurai Youth was already drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, as if he had been the one jumping for ten minutes.
Pinsir was even worse; the continuous explosive jumping had drained a lot of its stamina. Now, its legs were weak upon landing, and the frequency of its Mandibles opening and closing had slowed down as it gasped for air.
In contrast, Pidgeotto's breathing was steady, its eyes as sharp as ever, and because of the effects of Agility, the air currents surrounding it were even more agile.
The difference was night and day.
Roy estimated that Pinsir's stamina was nearly depleted and immediately launched a counterattack.
"Didn't you say your Pinsir is strong and not afraid of birds?"
"Now, I'll give you a chance to show it."
"Pidgeotto."
"Wing Attack."
The command fell.
In the sky, Pidgeotto, which had been maintaining its Agility state, suddenly paused its movement.
Then, it folded its wings and completed a smooth turn in the air, its sharp gaze locking onto the gasping Pinsir that had just landed below.
The next moment!
It turned into a streak of white light, diving down at a speed far exceeding its previous playfulness!
"Not good! Pinsir! Quick, dodge!"
The Samurai Youth finally realized something was wrong and shouted in panic.
But it was too late.
Pinsir, with its stamina heavily depleted and its reactions slowed, only had time to barely raise its giant Mandibles.
The white streak was already upon it!
A dull sound of impact!
Pidgeotto's wings, wrapped in Flying-type energy, slammed solidly into the shell on Pinsir's chest!
The power exploded completely!
Pinsir let out a painful hiss as its heavy body was lifted off the ground by the force, flying backward and crashing heavily onto the grass several meters away.
It struggled a few times, trying to get up.
But the sharp pain from the clear white slash on its chest shell, combined with its exhaustion, was too much.
Ultimately, its eyes rolled back, and it lost the ability to battle.
The Samurai Youth stared blankly at his fallen Pinsir, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.
"This... how is this possible..."
He murmured to himself, his face turning from red to pale.
"My Pinsir... my chosen bug... how could..."
"I... I haven't even commanded it to use its true ultimate move yet, I still have many tactics I haven't used..."
"How could it... fail?"
He couldn't accept it.
This was supposed to be a script where he crushed the opponent with absolute strength!
"Hehehe..."
A crisp laugh filled with unmasked ridicule came from the side.
Misty really couldn't hold it back anymore. She crossed her arms and looked at the Samurai Youth as if he were a fool.
"You still have commands to give?"
"Did you even have a command?"
She counted on her fingers, speaking rapidly.
"From start to finish, all you did was shout 'jump', 'grip', and 'go'."
"Pokemon battles aren't children's brawls; you can't win just by brainlessly charging forward."
"Type advantage is basic knowledge, which you ignored."
"You completely don't understand Pokemon stamina management, skill rhythm, or battle pacing."
"You don't even have the most basic common sense, like 'don't let a melee Pokemon that's bad at anti-air chase a fast Flying-type'."
"You call that commanding? You're just sending your Pokemon up there to get beaten and throw the match!"
Misty's words were fast and sharp, like little knives stabbing into the Samurai Youth's fragile self-esteem.
"I... I..."
The Samurai Youth's face turned completely red instantly, and he pointed a trembling finger at Misty.
"Women shouldn't talk! This is... this is a duel between samurai men! What do you know!"
He tried to use volume to cover his guilt and embarrassment.
But this ultimate, stifling defeat, especially having his clumsy commanding exposed to his face by a woman, made him reach his boiling point.
"You!"
He suddenly turned to Roy, his eyes turning red with anger.
"Fine! I'll admit... I'll admit you caught a strong Pidgeotto! And its type even countered my Pinsir!"
"I... I was careless! I wasn't prepared with a tactic to deal with Flying-types!"
"This Pokemon duel, I'll begrudgingly count it as your win!"
He stiffened his neck, desperately trying to find a way to save face.
"But!"
His voice suddenly shot up as if he had found a new source of support, and he forcefully waved the plastic toy sword in his hand.
"Now! This is the second round! A duel between men! A showdown between samurai!"
"What's the big deal about a Pokemon being strong! A true samurai relies on his own fists and sword to speak!"
"The battle just now doesn't count! That was just a warm-up!"
"Now we're getting serious!"
He struck a pose he thought was very cool but was actually incredibly clumsy, pointing the plastic sword at Roy.
"AHHH!!!"
He let out a loud Roar, trying to build momentum.
"Come on! I'll use the true bushido to teach you a lesson! I'll show you what real power is!"
Roy looked at the blustering fat kid across from him, who was trying to hide his fear with shouting, and didn't even have the interest to mock him anymore.
He calmly took off his jacket and tossed it to Delia nearby.
"Hold this for me."
Delia took the jacket, which still carried his body heat, and held it to her chest. She nodded gently, her eyes showing no worry at all, only trust and amusement.
"Ready?"
Roy only asked two words.
"Re... Ready! Take this!"
The Samurai Youth felt a chill in his heart from Roy's calm, emotionless gaze, but since he had already started, he roared to encourage himself and charged toward Roy with heavy steps, waving his plastic sword.
That speed... was really nothing to praise.
Roy didn't even bother to make any preparatory movements.
He just walked toward the charging Samurai Youth with a leisurely pace.
No flashy moves.
No extra actions.
Just simple and direct, moving forward with the target—the mouth.
A dull thud sounded, accompanied by the tooth-aching noise of teeth colliding.
All of the Samurai Youth's Roars and momentum were smashed back into his throat by this one punch.
The plastic toy sword flew out of his hand.
His whole body was knocked backward, his fat face distorting visibly. His eyes instantly widened to the limit, filled with unbelievable confusion and physiological tears brought on by the intense pain.
His head was ringing.
Who am I?
Where am I?
Why did he hit me in the mouth?
What happened to the bushido duel?
Is bushido like this?
Why isn't he following the script?!
Roy didn't give him any time to think.
He used one punch to silence him, preventing this guy from ruining the mood by crying for mercy later.
The moment the Samurai Youth was stunned and lost his balance as he leaned back, Roy's left hand had already reached out like a steel pincer, grabbing him by the collar of his samurai outfit.
He yanked downward with force!
At the same time, he stepped forward with his right leg, hooking it behind the Samurai Youth's legs.
The Samurai Youth's mass of fat slammed solidly onto the grass, making the ground vibrate slightly.
Before he could recover from the pain in his mouth and the ringing in his head, he felt the world spin, and then his vision was filled with green grass and dirt.
Immediately after, an irresistible force came from the back of his neck.
Roy pressed his knee into the small of the boy's back, his left hand still clutching the collar, while his right hand unceremoniously pushed the back of the boy's head, burying his fat face firmly into the grass.
Roy began the real education.
After a round of treatment.
The Samurai Youth's psychological defenses completely collapsed.
"Mmph... Waaaah—!!!"
He could no longer hold it in and began to wail loudly.
Tears and snot mixed with grass juice and mud covered his face, making him look pathetic.
"Ugh... stop hitting me... uuu... I know I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..."
"Big brother... big brother stop hitting me... uuu... it hurts..."
Only then did Roy release his grip, stand up, and pat the grass clippings off his hands.
The Samurai Youth felt as if he had been granted a grand pardon. He scrambled to his feet but tripped again because his legs were weak. Finally, he crawled to Roy on all fours, ignoring the filth on his face, crying with snot and tears everywhere.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, big brother! I'm sorry to the two big sisters!"
"I was too mischievous! I have a foul mouth! I was rude! I used a sneak attack! I didn't admit defeat!"
"I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Uuu..."
"I'll never dare to sneak attack people with a sword again! I won't be prejudiced anymore! I'll train my Pinsir properly! Uuu..."
He was crying so hard he could barely breathe, clearly terrified by the beating.
It had to be said that when educating this kind of chuunibyou and annoying delinquent, reasoning was often far less effective than just getting hands-on.
If you talk for ages, he might still be calling you an idiot in his head.
But if you go in with an elbow, he becomes honest immediately.
[Ding! Mission to educate the Samurai Youth completed.]
[super flight berry *2 has been placed in the System Backpack.]
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