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Chapter 392
Chapter 388: Little Bro, Did You Grab the Wrong Script?
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
"Bang!"
However, just as the Referee was about to announce the result, the fallen Alakazam's body suddenly burst into a puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared, Alakazam had vanished from its spot.
In its place lay a small, dinosaur-shaped doll.
"Substitute? Since when!?"
Kikuzuke's expression changed on the spot as he blurted out the words.
"Haha, little bro, you let your guard down!"
A burst of arrogant laughter rang out. Gary was trembling all over, one hand raised like a claw to cover an eye. His upper body leaned back as he laughed maniacally, as if possessed.
He had wanted to laugh like this for a long time.
But this little bro's strength was comparable to his own, so he couldn't laugh until he had secured an absolute advantage. Otherwise, losing would be too embarrassing.
"Finish it, Alakazam, use Shadow Ball!"
"Swoosh!"
The next second, the golden, humanoid fox-like Pokémon instantly appeared behind Gengar. A purplish-black ball of energy, equally formidable, was gathering between its two spoons.
Ghost-types are super-effective against Psychic-types, but they're also super-effective against other Ghost-types!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The tables had turned. This time, the Shadow Ball exploded on Gengar, its Ghost energy detonating on its back!
With the type disadvantage, hanging on by a thread, and with critically low HP, not even ten thousand Gengars could have withstood that!
"Gen..."
The Referee leaped across several floating platforms. After carefully checking that the downed, wailing Gengar was not a Substitute doll, he shot to his feet and declared:
"Gengar is unable to battle! Alakazam is the winner!"
"Since all three of Kikuzuke's Pokémon have lost the ability to battle, the winner of this preliminary match is Gary of Pallet Town!"
As the announcement ended, Gary immediately struck a flamboyant pose, soaking in the cheers from the crowd as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
In reality, however, their strengths were evenly matched. The slightest mistake could have led to Gary's defeat; he had already given it his all. In the end, he only managed to win by catching his opponent off guard with Substitute.
This little bro, who looked so harmless, was actually incredibly strong.
"Mr. Gary, congratulations. Please continue to advance in this conference."
On the other side, Kikuzuke could only manage a wry smile. He recalled his Gengar, and though he felt a bit resentful, he forced a smile and sincerely congratulated him.
Although he had been defeated, the tense back-and-forth between their Pokémon, pushed to their limits, had given him a rare sense of excitement that made his blood pump. This Indigo League Conference was already worth it!
"Oh, my grandmother told me to say these things to you after this battle ended..."
Kikuzuke suddenly remembered the note his grandmother, Agatha, had stuffed into his hand before the battle. He pulled it out from his clothes and began to recite it like a robot, completely devoid of emotion.
"Ha. Ha. Ha."
He started with three mechanical-sounding syllables, leaving Gary completely baffled.
"Is this the strength of Professor Oak's grandson? What a scrub, to be so easily defeated by my grandson. To have raised a grandson like this, Professor Oak must be no good either. Ha. Ha. Ha. Here's a piece of advice for him: stop trying to be a professor and go be a comedy star on TV."
Kikuzuke read it out word by word, his tone completely flat, as if he were merely a puppet.
Gary: "?"
Little bro, did you grab the wrong script?
However, Kikuzuke paid him no mind. After finishing the taunting note, he even gave Gary a polite nod before slowly turning to leave the stage.
As long as he isn't embarrassed, then the other person will be!
"It seems I still need to train harder. To think there are experts this strong among my peers..." Kikuzuke clenched his fist, silently encouraging himself.
"..."
Observing in secret from the VIP box, Agatha heard these words. She slammed her cane into the ground, her face alternating between livid and flushed with embarrassment.
"This child, why is he so dense!"
Before the match, she had accidentally said, "Read it when the battle's result is decided," instead of "Read it only if you win." Although that was her mistake, was the boy illiterate? Why couldn't he be a little more flexible?
Thankfully, she hadn't signed her name.
"Damn it, that Professor Oak's grandson actually won..."
She hadn't expected her own grandson to lose, either.
Agatha had watched the entire battle. All she could say was that Gary's strength was comparable to her grandson's, so either one winning wouldn't have been a surprise. But Gary was more cunning and managed to seize an opportunity at the end to turn the tables.
"Could it be that old man Professor Oak is also secretly training his grandson?"
Agatha had been training Kikuzuke since he was a child. Despite his polite and foolish appearance, his aptitude was very high, and he had already mastered a third of her true teachings in manipulating Dark- and Ghost-type Pokémon.
Agatha was confident that her grandson's strength was absolutely among the top of his peers.
It was just that his personality was too rigid, and he was even bafflingly kind, having inherited none of her ruthlessness and cunning.
Even so, he still lost to Gary.
"That shameless old coot, Professor Oak, could he have been secretly guiding his grandson's training during their journey? Hmph, shameless!"
In the end, Elite Four Agatha could only leave the box, muttering and cursing, and once again sent her regards to Professor Oak's entire family.
Meanwhile, at the Ice Arena, Ash's battle had also concluded. He had successfully earned the right to compete in the Main Stadium.
"Haha, Ash, I lost! As expected, you're still really strong!"
The loser, Abin, walked over, scratching his head with an embarrassed look. He had plotted against Ash for a long time, which wasn't a good thing for a friend to do, but despite all his schemes, he was still no match for him.
"Luck."
Ash simply replied. If Abin had actually sent out his Gengar, the outcome would have been truly uncertain.
All he could say was that this Indigo League Conference was full of hidden masters. They hadn't even reached the Top 16, and he'd already faced a cunning opponent like Abin. He wondered what kind of monsters he would encounter in the battles to come.
Abin extended his hand and said with a smile, "I hope I can have another battle with you next time."
"Next time, let's just have a direct fistfight. I really don't want to battle you again."
This was the truth. Ash would rather have faced the three legendary birds in this match than a dirty player like him.
But Ash still reached out and shook Abin's hand. The two looked at each other and smiled, forming a not-insignificant rivalry under the watchful eyes of the countless spectators.
Annoying as it was, if Ash could steal all of Abin's tactics, then he'd be the one annoying others.
"Then keep it up, Ash! You have to win the champion title!"
"The harder you work, the luckier you get!"
After the match, Ash, Brock, and Misty returned to the Pokémon Center.
The preliminary round was completely over. According to the tournament format, they now had a three-day break before the Top 16 battles would be held in the Main Stadium.
This was the true start of the Indigo League Conference!
Abin followed the three of them. He had plenty of dirty tricks up his sleeve and planned to become Ash's temporary brain trust for the next few days.
This way, if Ash really did become the champion, the trophy would be half Brock's and half Misty's, and he'd have to give Abin a piece of it.
"Bang!"
Just as the group walked through the main entrance of the Pokémon Center, the sound of party poppers went off, and colorful streamers rained down on their heads, leaving Ash and his friends somewhat baffled.
(end of chapter)
2024-05-15 Author: Samsung Charmander (Author Name)
"Bang!"
However, just as the Referee was about to announce the result, the fallen Alakazam's body suddenly burst into a puff of smoke. When the smoke cleared, Alakazam had vanished from its spot.
In its place lay a small, dinosaur-shaped doll.
"Substitute? Since when!?"
Kikuzuke's expression changed on the spot as he blurted out the words.
"Haha, little bro, you let your guard down!"
A burst of arrogant laughter rang out. Gary was trembling all over, one hand raised like a claw to cover an eye. His upper body leaned back as he laughed maniacally, as if possessed.
He had wanted to laugh like this for a long time.
But this little bro's strength was comparable to his own, so he couldn't laugh until he had secured an absolute advantage. Otherwise, losing would be too embarrassing.
"Finish it, Alakazam, use Shadow Ball!"
"Swoosh!"
The next second, the golden, humanoid fox-like Pokémon instantly appeared behind Gengar. A purplish-black ball of energy, equally formidable, was gathering between its two spoons.
Ghost-types are super-effective against Psychic-types, but they're also super-effective against other Ghost-types!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The tables had turned. This time, the Shadow Ball exploded on Gengar, its Ghost energy detonating on its back!
With the type disadvantage, hanging on by a thread, and with critically low HP, not even ten thousand Gengars could have withstood that!
"Gen..."
The Referee leaped across several floating platforms. After carefully checking that the downed, wailing Gengar was not a Substitute doll, he shot to his feet and declared:
"Gengar is unable to battle! Alakazam is the winner!"
"Since all three of Kikuzuke's Pokémon have lost the ability to battle, the winner of this preliminary match is Gary of Pallet Town!"
As the announcement ended, Gary immediately struck a flamboyant pose, soaking in the cheers from the crowd as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
In reality, however, their strengths were evenly matched. The slightest mistake could have led to Gary's defeat; he had already given it his all. In the end, he only managed to win by catching his opponent off guard with Substitute.
This little bro, who looked so harmless, was actually incredibly strong.
"Mr. Gary, congratulations. Please continue to advance in this conference."
On the other side, Kikuzuke could only manage a wry smile. He recalled his Gengar, and though he felt a bit resentful, he forced a smile and sincerely congratulated him.
Although he had been defeated, the tense back-and-forth between their Pokémon, pushed to their limits, had given him a rare sense of excitement that made his blood pump. This Indigo League Conference was already worth it!
"Oh, my grandmother told me to say these things to you after this battle ended..."
Kikuzuke suddenly remembered the note his grandmother, Agatha, had stuffed into his hand before the battle. He pulled it out from his clothes and began to recite it like a robot, completely devoid of emotion.
"Ha. Ha. Ha."
He started with three mechanical-sounding syllables, leaving Gary completely baffled.
"Is this the strength of Professor Oak's grandson? What a scrub, to be so easily defeated by my grandson. To have raised a grandson like this, Professor Oak must be no good either. Ha. Ha. Ha. Here's a piece of advice for him: stop trying to be a professor and go be a comedy star on TV."
Kikuzuke read it out word by word, his tone completely flat, as if he were merely a puppet.
Gary: "?"
Little bro, did you grab the wrong script?
However, Kikuzuke paid him no mind. After finishing the taunting note, he even gave Gary a polite nod before slowly turning to leave the stage.
As long as he isn't embarrassed, then the other person will be!
"It seems I still need to train harder. To think there are experts this strong among my peers..." Kikuzuke clenched his fist, silently encouraging himself.
"..."
Observing in secret from the VIP box, Agatha heard these words. She slammed her cane into the ground, her face alternating between livid and flushed with embarrassment.
"This child, why is he so dense!"
Before the match, she had accidentally said, "Read it when the battle's result is decided," instead of "Read it only if you win." Although that was her mistake, was the boy illiterate? Why couldn't he be a little more flexible?
Thankfully, she hadn't signed her name.
"Damn it, that Professor Oak's grandson actually won..."
She hadn't expected her own grandson to lose, either.
Agatha had watched the entire battle. All she could say was that Gary's strength was comparable to her grandson's, so either one winning wouldn't have been a surprise. But Gary was more cunning and managed to seize an opportunity at the end to turn the tables.
"Could it be that old man Professor Oak is also secretly training his grandson?"
Agatha had been training Kikuzuke since he was a child. Despite his polite and foolish appearance, his aptitude was very high, and he had already mastered a third of her true teachings in manipulating Dark- and Ghost-type Pokémon.
Agatha was confident that her grandson's strength was absolutely among the top of his peers.
It was just that his personality was too rigid, and he was even bafflingly kind, having inherited none of her ruthlessness and cunning.
Even so, he still lost to Gary.
"That shameless old coot, Professor Oak, could he have been secretly guiding his grandson's training during their journey? Hmph, shameless!"
In the end, Elite Four Agatha could only leave the box, muttering and cursing, and once again sent her regards to Professor Oak's entire family.
Meanwhile, at the Ice Arena, Ash's battle had also concluded. He had successfully earned the right to compete in the Main Stadium.
"Haha, Ash, I lost! As expected, you're still really strong!"
The loser, Abin, walked over, scratching his head with an embarrassed look. He had plotted against Ash for a long time, which wasn't a good thing for a friend to do, but despite all his schemes, he was still no match for him.
"Luck."
Ash simply replied. If Abin had actually sent out his Gengar, the outcome would have been truly uncertain.
All he could say was that this Indigo League Conference was full of hidden masters. They hadn't even reached the Top 16, and he'd already faced a cunning opponent like Abin. He wondered what kind of monsters he would encounter in the battles to come.
Abin extended his hand and said with a smile, "I hope I can have another battle with you next time."
"Next time, let's just have a direct fistfight. I really don't want to battle you again."
This was the truth. Ash would rather have faced the three legendary birds in this match than a dirty player like him.
But Ash still reached out and shook Abin's hand. The two looked at each other and smiled, forming a not-insignificant rivalry under the watchful eyes of the countless spectators.
Annoying as it was, if Ash could steal all of Abin's tactics, then he'd be the one annoying others.
"Then keep it up, Ash! You have to win the champion title!"
"The harder you work, the luckier you get!"
After the match, Ash, Brock, and Misty returned to the Pokémon Center.
The preliminary round was completely over. According to the tournament format, they now had a three-day break before the Top 16 battles would be held in the Main Stadium.
This was the true start of the Indigo League Conference!
Abin followed the three of them. He had plenty of dirty tricks up his sleeve and planned to become Ash's temporary brain trust for the next few days.
This way, if Ash really did become the champion, the trophy would be half Brock's and half Misty's, and he'd have to give Abin a piece of it.
"Bang!"
Just as the group walked through the main entrance of the Pokémon Center, the sound of party poppers went off, and colorful streamers rained down on their heads, leaving Ash and his friends somewhat baffled.
(end of chapter)
