Bab 14: Wholehearted Special Training
Eastern plains of Ecruteak City.
When Cain arrived today, he noticed that there were significantly fewer people than yesterday.
Perhaps some people couldn't handle the special training after just one day. Those who lack ambition don't even have the right to complain about society.
Yesterday, they were cutting grass, training Ditto's resilience.
Today, Cain began to search for his own special training targets.
A Mankey, and a Tyrogue.
It's you two, Cain targeted two young trainers with Fighting-type Pokémon. These two Fighting-type Pokémon were completely unimpressive in Cain's eyes, but there weren't any better options at the moment.
Cain walked over and called out, "Hey, kids."
That's not right. He hasn't fully adapted to his time-traveling state yet. He should be more careful with his words and actions in the future.
Fortunately, the two young trainers didn't hear him clearly and just looked around.
Cain said again, "Your Pokémon are Fighting-types, and what they need most is power. I have a punching bag here that you can use for training."
However, Cain's words had no impact on the two youngsters, as they hadn't heard of special training before. Their idea of practice was limited to playing and competing with their friends.
Cain shook his head. Kids will be kids.
It seemed that explaining things to them would be futile, and of course, Cain didn't bother trying. He directly instructed Ditto, "Transform into a punching bag. When others hit you, use your body's flexibility to absorb the impact. If you can't do that, the pain won't be pleasant."
Ditto didn't dare to hesitate when following Cain's commands.
A punching bag about one meter tall appeared in front of them.
Cain took action himself, punching the bag. From the depth his fist sank into the bag, it was clear that Ditto hadn't absorbed the impact at all.
"Seems like you don't know what pain is, huh?"
Cain snorted coldly, and his fists flew like a storm, hitting the bag relentlessly. As his punches sank deeper and deeper into the bag, Cain knew Ditto had learned how to use its body to absorb the impact.
Pokémon can only unlock their potential under extreme conditions.
The pain forced Ditto to seek a breakthrough.
Cain's fists and palms kept changing as he struck the bag. After all, he was still in the body of a seven-year-old boy. Although he possessed many fighting skills, his strength was limited. In just about half an hour, Ditto had learned to easily cope with Cain's attacks.
There was no point in continuing the fight by himself.
Cain glanced at the nearby Mankey and Tyrogue.
"Have you seen enough? Come and fight."
Cain grumbled, wondering what use these Pokémon were. After fighting here for half an hour, he couldn't ignite their competitive spirit, and they remained indifferent.
Mankey and Tyrogue actually hid behind their trainers.
"Hmph, useless."
Such Pokémon were usually bred in nurseries, never experiencing the harsh environment of the wild or knowing what battle was, let alone life and death struggles. This was why Cain preferred to buy Pokémon at high prices in the black market rather than go to a nursery.
Cain took a sip of water and continued fighting. Although his Ditto's effectiveness had diminished, the training still greatly benefited his physical fitness.
Cain was in the heat of battle.
Suddenly, a Machop jumped out, striking the sandbag with a Karate Chop. The sandbag was knocked down with a single blow.
Its power, speed, and accuracy were impressive; this Machop wasn't just playing around.
Cain acknowledged the strength of the uninvited Machop. If it were his Ditto from yesterday, it would have reverted to its original form after being unable to withstand the blow. The power of this strike was definitely five times his own.
"This sandbag is transformed by Ditto, right?"
A seemingly eleven or twelve-year-old boy approached. His long, dark hair covered half his face, and he wore a black long-sleeved T-shirt despite the scorching weather. A cold smirk on his face sent a chill down people's spines.
Such a young age, yet his eyes were so sharp.
Cain's first impression of this boy, who instantly recognized the sandbag as transformed by Ditto, was that he was no ordinary person.
Cain didn't engage with him immediately, instead turning to the knocked-down sandbag.
"You can get up now."
That Karate Chop was a powerful Fighting-type move, and it dealt significant damage to the Normal-type Ditto.
Ditto hesitated for a moment before standing up.
"Come on, let's continue."
Cain spoke to Machop and the gloomy boy.
"Heh, interesting."
The gloomy boy smirked again, giving Machop a signal.
Machop's power was unmatched by Cain. It used Karate Chop and Low Sweep to attack the sandbag transformed by Ditto from different directions.
Cain focused on the sandbag's changes.
Ditto couldn't completely deflect Machop's attacks, and every punch and kick inflicted considerable damage.
The sandbag grew smaller with each hit, but it still maintained its sandbag form. Cain could feel Ditto's energy draining.
Not bad. Cain nodded in approval of Ditto's performance.
After an hour of hitting, the sandbag had already become the size of a Ditto in its normal form.
"Enough."
Upon hearing Cain's command, Ditto transformed back to its original form, covered in scars.
But the gloomy kid didn't stop because of Cain's words. His Machop continued striking for an hour without showing any signs of fatigue. It launched a Karate Chop towards the transformed Ditto.
Foolish creature.
Cain snorted coldly, took a step forward, and kicked Machop's lower leg. Machop immediately lost its balance, stumbled forward, and took a few steps to steady itself. If it weren't for its weakened physical condition, this kick would have knocked it down.
Cain turned to leave, but the gloomy kid blocked his path.
"Injured my Machop and thought you could walk away like that? Are you looking down on me?"
Cain rolled his eyes, "Get out of the way; it's not your place to act wild here."
Hearing Cain's words, the gloomy kid couldn't help but gasp. He thought, "How can he be so arrogant when I have the upper hand?"
Seizing the opportunity, Cain whispered "Dagger."
Ditto naturally understood, transformed, and a chilling dagger appeared in Cain's hand.
Cain's left hand grabbed the gloomy kid's throat, and the dagger in his right hand was pointed at the man's abdomen.
Although the gloomy kid appeared to be two or three years older than Cain, the skilled fighter Cain had no trouble handling him.
Cain's eyes widened with anger, full of bloodshot veins, "Don't mess with me, or you'll die miserably."
Like a fierce beast, the gloomy kid couldn't help but feel chills down his spine, his scalp tingling, and his legs trembling, unable to speak.
"I... I won't dare, I won't dare again."
The gloomy kid only wanted to teach Cain a lesson, but he didn't expect a child younger than himself to use a weapon. With only the two of them in the field, what if this was a desperate person? It would be dangerous.
Machop, seeing its master restrained, didn't dare to act rashly.
The gloomy kid was already frightened out of his wits, and Cain easily pushed him aside like a withered weed.
Cain sneered, got on his bike, and headed for the city.
In his past life, he had spent over sixty years in the underworld, met countless people, and felt something off about the gloomy young man when he first saw him. His temperament was entirely different from that of his peers.
Of course, these were just Cain's intuitions, without any basis. Living on the edge in the world of Pokémon, one had to be cautious.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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