The Path of a Genius to Becoming a Pokémon Champion

Chapter 197: So There Are Monsters Among Humans

Afterward, as promised, the Azumarill clan helped Arthur find a small island.

The island wasn't large, about the size of a soccer field in total, and had a sloping shape, low on the west side and high on the east.

The lowest point on the west side had a beach, while the highest point on the east was a sheer cliff.

Looking at the straight-cut line of the cliff, Arthur seriously suspected that this landform was not naturally formed.

Rather, it was likely created by Dragon-type Pokémon themselves. In this area, it was most likely the work of a Dragonite.

Most Dragon-type Pokémon liked to build their nests on such high cliffs. Leaping from the top of the cliff could effectively help their large-tonnage bodies take flight, saving the stamina and energy needed for liftoff.

This was generally how a place came to be known as a Dragon Cliff.

However, at this time, no dragons were to be seen on the island. At the top of the cliff, only a flock of Wingull and Pelipper could be seen circling.

Arthur guessed that a cliff of less than ten meters was probably still too short for an adult Dragonite; the original owner here might have abandoned it after finding a better Dragon Cliff.

But for Arthur, this height was just right.

"From today on, you will train here."

He stood at the top of the cliff, facing the sea breeze, the hem of his clothes flapping loudly. His expression was cold, calm like an old well, and his authority was like that of a godfather.

Frogadier, standing beside him, nodded with a solemn expression.

Justin, half a step behind, was completely bewildered.

"Bro Arthur, there's nothing here! How do we train?"

Without turning his head, Arthur continued in a detached tone, "Jump down, then climb up along the cliff face. At the beginning, you have twenty minutes."

This statement startled Justin on the spot.

What startled him even more was that as soon as Arthur finished speaking, Frogadier leaped down without the slightest hesitation, not even for a second.

It couldn't be helped. It wasn't that Frogadier was brave, but that it knew Arthur too well.

It knew that haggling with its master during training was useless. If it didn't jump, its master would kick it down later anyway, guaranteed!

Subsequently, Arthur turned around, revealing a "kindly" smile to Justin.

"In half a month, you'll be jumping with it."

"Ah?!!!"

A scream like a marmot's echoed in the cold sea breeze on the cliff.

...

On the first day of training, Frogadier's cliff-jumping was only done three times for the time being. In Arthur's words, this was just to warm up.

Afterward, with the help of the thirty Azumarill, they first built wooden huts and dug drainage ditches and a latrine pit in the lower-lying area on the west side of the island's beach.

After all, they planned to live here for two months; the basic infrastructure had to be in place.

While building the house, Justin was filled with apprehension, constantly muttering, "I'm so stupid, really!"

He clearly knew that Bro Arthur's training was inhuman. When helping his Pidgeotto practice dodging before, they had gone straight into the wild and poked a whole forest of Beedrill hives.

Yet, he still couldn't resist the idea of clinging to a powerful thigh and had followed along…

It wasn't until he arrived on the island that he was filled with regret.

If heaven were to give him another chance to choose, he felt that staying in an air-conditioned urban Pokémon training gym would be more reliable this time.

The little Marill didn't quite understand Justin's thoughts.

After "dating online"... chatting for a year, this internet-addicted Marill had long since come to see Justin as her master in her heart, with only the formality of being caught remaining.

So, she was very dissatisfied with her "master's" fear of another human, feeling that it was very shameful.

They're both humans, what's there to be afraid of? Can he tear a Pokémon apart with his bare hands?

As it turned out, this thought was completely thrown to the winds by the little Marill the very next day.

Because… holy crap, it seemed he actually could!

Arthur's daily training plan was packed to the brim.

Waking up in the morning for a run around the island, even Justin and the little Marill had to join in.

After that was Frogadier's combat training.

Grandma Azumarill had lent him thirty of her clan members, and Arthur naturally utilized them all without politeness, having them gang up on Frogadier in groups of ten on the beach to hone its practical combat skills.

At first, the little Marill thought he was being overconfident.

Heh, underestimating our clan? Ten of our members will beat your Pokémon until it can't even fight back!

To be honest, most of the Azumarill who had come along initially thought so too.

Until Arthur personally stepped in and gave Frogadier a demonstration—

"When facing a group battle, you must first ensure there are no enemies in your blind spot behind you."

He calmly explained as he slowly stepped backward.

Then, he suddenly launched an attack, rushing an Azumarill that was trying to circle around his back with astonishing speed. He grabbed its ears and, with a violent throw, slammed it directly onto the beach, causing a loud "THUD"!

The kicked-up sand flew two meters high.

"When you attack, you can use a shoulder throw. The Azumarill are heavier than you; such a throw is very effective."

Even though he had dealt such explosive output with one move—the Azumarill smashed into the sandpit had eyes that were about to turn into swirls—Arthur's verbal guidance to Frogadier remained methodical, his tone not faltering in the slightest.

Next, an Azumarill rushed over, spinning to use "Aqua Tail" on him, but Arthur easily dodged it with a sliding step.

"The direction of your dodge should, as much as possible, be towards the side with fewer enemies."

Then, he accelerated explosively again, instantly appearing in front of another Azumarill and throwing a punch!

The abdomen of the Azumarill that took the punch visibly rippled rapidly, as if its entire body's flesh was trembling!

Just by looking, it wasn't hard to feel the terrifying force penetrating straight through to its back!

This Azumarill, without a doubt, was sent flying by the punch, unable to get up again.

"Here, you can use a skill, like Night Slash. The effect might not be as good as my punch. But you must learn to seize such opportunities when there are few enemies around you to launch an attack. In a group battle, you must never be purely on the defensive."

The internet-addicted Marill, watching from the side, was completely numb from the sight.

What the hell do you mean the effect might not be as good as your punch?!

An actual Pokémon attack skill with decent base power is weaker than a human's punch? What kind of god or monster is this?

They wouldn't even dare to write it like this in the games!

Are you a Machamp wearing human skin?

To this, Arthur remained emotionally stable.

Calm down, it's just a small scene.

A normal Machamp without using skills would definitely not be able to beat him.

Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning at all.

Afterward, Arthur continued his rhythm of explaining while fighting, his tone never once breaking from start to finish.

Fifteen minutes later, the little Marill stared dumbfounded at her ten clan members lying scattered across the beach. Not a single one was left standing.

Arthur patted the sand off his clothes, not even breathing heavily, and turned to ask Frogadier, "Did you see clearly? I already tried to slow the pace down as much as possible."

The internet-addicted Marill at his side took another critical hit.

This was the result of deliberately slowing down the pace?

Then what would happen if he didn't slow down?

Would he have knocked them all down in five minutes?

Simply outrageous!

At this moment, the little Marill's young heart received a huge shock.

Her understanding of the human species was fiercely refreshed.

At this point, she finally understood why her own master was always so respectful and fearful of this younger-looking human.

So, among humans, there really were monsters…

From this day on, the gazes of the thirty Azumarill clan members staying on the island all changed when they looked at Arthur.

And later on, the way they looked at Frogadier also began to gradually become strange.

(End of Chapter)

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