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24.56% Survival in the pokemon world / Chapter 14: **Chapter 14: Dedicated Training**

章 14: **Chapter 14: Dedicated Training**

The eastern grassland of Ecruteak City.

Today, Kane noticed significantly fewer people than the previous day. Perhaps some couldn't handle even a day of special training. Such unmotivated individuals don't even deserve a right to complain about society.

Yesterday's training focused on Ditto's endurance by changing and maintaining its form while cutting grass. Today, Kane began searching for a special training partner while looking around he spotted two teenagers with.

A Mankey and a Tyrogue.

"Perfect," Kane thought, targeting two teenagers with Fighting-type Pokémon. These two Pokémon were completely harmless in Kane's eyes, but for now, he had no other options, so he had to go with them.

Kane approached them, shouting, "Hey, you two!" 

No, he thought to himself. I still haven't fully adjusted to my new life. I'll have to watch my words from now on.

Luckily, the teenagers didn't catch his words and only looked around confused.

Kane corrected himself, "Your Pokémon are Fighting types. What they need most is strength, and I've got a sandbag for them to practice on."

However, the teenagers didn't understand what Kane meant. For them, "training" was just sparring with other Pokémon and showing off to their peers.

Kane shook his head, disappointed. These kids were clueless.

He decided not to explain further and simply commanded Ditto, "Transform into a sandbag. When they hit you, focus on using your body's softness to absorb the impact. If you can't, it's going to hurt."

Ditto, still cautious after yesterday's training, transformed without hesitation into a one-meter-tall sandbag.

Kane tested it out as he threw the first punch to test the transformation, and his fist sank deep into the sandbag and seeing the sandbag twist in pain Kain shook his head disappointed. Ditto had failed to absorb the blow properly.

"You don't seem to understand pain yet, do you?" Kane sneered, before unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks on the sandbag. With each hit, Ditto gradually learned to soften its body and minimize the impact.

Pokémon only reach their potential when pushed to their limits.

Ditto's pain forced it to find ways to improve.

Although Kane was only seven, with limited strength, he had trained for about half an hour, and Ditto was now able to handle his attacks with ease.

But there was no point in continuing.

Kane turned his attention to the Mankey and Tyrogue nearby.

"Did you see that? Now it's your turn. Fight!" Kane shouted at them, frustrated. Despite watching him train for half an hour, the Fighting-types remained passive, hiding behind their trainers.

"Useless," Kane muttered.

These Pokémon were probably bred in a controlled environment, never having faced the wild's harsh realities of survival. They didn't know what real battle, or the difference of life or death, Kane would much rather buy Pokémon from the black market, even at a higher price, than deal with this.

After taking a quick drink of water, Kane continued his own training, knowing it would still benefit his physical fitness.

As Kane was in the middle of punching, a Machop suddenly appeared, delivering a powerful karate chop to the sandbag, knocking Ditto to the ground.

Strength, speed, and precision—this Machop wasn't like the others.

Kane assessed that this Machop's strike was at least five times stronger than his own.

"That sandbag isn't normal, is it?" 

A young boy, around twelve years old, stepped forward. His long black hair covered half his face, and he wore a long-sleeved black shirt, despite the hot weather. His sneer sent a cold shiver through the air.

At such a young age, his gaze was unusually sharp.

Kane immediately sensed that this boy was no ordinary kid.

Instead of responding to the boy, Kane turned to the knocked-over sandbag.

"Get up."

Although the Machop's attack had been a real combat strike, Ditto paused for only a moment before reforming itself.

"Continue," Kane instructed the boy.

"Heh, this is interesting," the boy replied with a cold smile before nodding at Machop.

Machop's strikes were far more intense than Kane's. The chops, kicks, and punches assaulted Ditto from various angles. 

Kane closely observed Ditto's responses. The blows were too powerful for Ditto to fully neutralize, resulting in significant damage.

The sandbag shrank with each hit, but Ditto maintained its form. However, Kane could tell it was running out of stamina.

Not bad, Kane thought, nodding in approval of Ditto's resilience.

After an hour, the sandbag had reverted to Ditto's normal size.

"That's enough."

Upon hearing Kane's command, Ditto transformed back into its original form, covered in bruises.

But the boy wasn't satisfied. Machop, not even tired after an hour of attacks, prepared to strike Ditto again with a karate chop.

"Foolish insect" Kane growled, stepping forward and swiftly kicking Machop's calf. The sudden attack threw Machop off balance, causing it to stumble.

As Kane turned to leave, the boy blocked his path.

"You hurt my Machop and want to walk away just like that? Don't you think that's a bit rude?"

Kane narrowed his eyes, "Get out of my way. This isn't your place to act tough."

The boy's breathing became heavy as he wondered how Kane could still be so defiant, despite the situation being seemingly in his favor.

Taking advantage of the boy's hesitation, Kane whispered, "Dagger."

Ditto, understanding immediately, transformed into a sharp blade, which Kane quickly grasped.

Within seconds, Kane grabbed the boy by the neck with his left hand and held the dagger close to his abdomen with his right hand.

Though the boy appeared two or three years older, Kane's combat skills were more than enough to handle him.

Kane's eyes blazed with fury, bloodshot and intense, "Don't fuck with or you'll be kissing death."

The boy shivered as a chill ran down his spine. His legs trembled as he muttered, "I-I won't... I swear."

The boy had only intended to teach Kane a lesson, but he never expected that a child younger than him would dare use a weapon. With no one else around, the situation was more dangerous than he had anticipated.

Machop, seeing its trainer in danger, hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Kane released the boy, who was now pale and trembling. He easily pushed him aside, like a wilted plant.

Kane sneered, got on his bike, and rode back into the city.

In his past life, Kane had lived through 60 years of experience, navigating both the criminal underworld and legitimate circles. The moment he saw this gloomy boy, his instincts told him that something wasn't right. The boy's demeanor was unlike that of other kids his age.

However of course this was Kains intuition living in the Pokémon world one had to be cautious to survive .


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章 15: Chapter 15: Thunderstorms

Kane arrived at the Pokémon Center with Ditto, who was even more seriously injured than the previous day.

Nurse Joy had nothing to say, only giving a moment of silence for Ditto's condition.

Kane sat down at the Pokémon Center restaurant and ordered five glasses of the best MooMoo Milk, produced in the all-natural pastures of Goldenrod City.

The Milton family of Goldenrod Gym is globally recognized for producing the highest quality MooMoo Milk from Miltank, with their products sold worldwide. The family tightly controls the management of their Miltank herd, with each Pokémon numbered and registered. In his previous life, Kane had dealt with the Milton family, eventually being forced to leave the Johto region due to conflicts. However, ever since then, his Pokémon had never suffered from malnutrition.

After a short while, Nurse Joy returned Ditto to Kane.

"Good job today—let's eat," Kane said.

Ditto hopped up onto the table to enjoy its meal while Kane, still eating his more modest dish, noticed that Ditto's meal cost five times as much as his own. Watching Kane's actions, Nurse Joy seemed to begin understanding his values.

As Kane left the Pokémon Center, he sensed that someone was following him. Already knowing who it was, he remained calm.

Although he had intimidated the boy earlier that day with a dagger, the dark-haired teen was only temporarily stunned, his mind blank in the heat of the moment. After cooling off, he'd likely feel ashamed and angry, determined to seek revenge on Kane.

Kane stood still and said, "Since you're already here, come on out."

The gloomy boy emerged from the shadows.

Kane smirked, "So, looking for revenge?"

The boy glared at Kane, seething with anger. He had been trained rigorously since childhood, carrying the hope of his family's revival. He was just starting to believe he could carry out his mission, only to be humiliated by someone younger than himself. The more he thought about it, the more he resented Kane.

But the boy had to endure it. His family's mission required patience.

"You're also taking the Ecruteak Gym trainee exam right?" the boy asked, his tone unfriendly as he stepped out from a shadowy alley.

Kane smirked, realizing that the boy was desperate to get into Ecruteak Gym, likely for reasons beyond mere prestige. Maybe this boy had greater ambitions related to the gym.

Seeing an opportunity, Kane decided to use the situation to his advantage.

"Is your aim really to get into Ecruteak Gym? Maybe I'll go and sing a little song to Mr. Chiyama that you definitely won't enjoy," Kane said slyly, giving a knowing smile.

The boy's eyes widened. He came from a side branch of the Chiyama family and had spent his entire life preparing to infiltrate Ecruteak Gym to access ancient ghost-type Pokémon training techniques left by his ancestors. His entire family's hopes rested on him succeeding.

At that moment, a dark thought crossed his mind: **kill him**.

Kane sneered, stepping closer and whispering coldly, "Unless you kill me right now."

His words were sharp, like steel needles piercing the boy's heart. With people nearby, the boy knew he couldn't kill Kane.

Kane's eerie smile unnerved the boy, forcing him to step back.

"What do you want?" the boy asked, his arrogance deflated.

"I'm Kane from Ecruteak City. Perhaps we can be friends. i hope we can get along well in the Ecruteak Gym," Kane said, extending his hand with a faint, triumphant smile.

However, the boy didn't buy it as he this wasn't a handshake of friendship—it was a threat.

"Why should I trust you?" the boy asked, his voice shaky, as he recoiled from Kane's presence.

"You should trust me because you have no choice," Kane responded coldly.

The boy clenched his teeth, swallowing his pride, and begrudgingly slapped his hand into Kane's.

"Thunderstorm," the boy muttered before walking away, disappearing into the night.

Kane let out a quiet sigh of relief. He had been bluffing the entire time. With his current strength, there was no way he could have taken on that kid. But Kane knew that the boy's obsession with getting into Ecruteak Gym clouded his judgment, forcing him to back down.

Though Kane didn't know the boy's full motive for joining the gym, it was clear he wasn't aligned with Chiyama , which made him useful to Kane. If handled properly, the boy could become a powerful ally. If not, he'd be a ticking time bomb he'd have to diffuse.

Later that night, Kane wandered through the black market, looking for his next target.

A Venipede appeared at one of the largest vendors. Kane hadn't expected to find one so soon, immediately catching his interest.

The price tag read "40,000 poke dollars."

Kane was stunned. "40,000 poke dollars?"

The vendor noticed Kane's interest and said, "Hey, little man, you like this Pokémon? Let me tell you, this is a rare Pokémon from the Unova region! It evolves into the powerful Scolipede. Go home and ask your parents to buy it for you. This is the only left."

"Boss, 40,000 poke dollars. Are you serious? Venipede is a common Pokémon in Unova. You'd never pay more than 5,000 poke dollars at a breeding house there, and here you are, selling it for 40,000 poke dollars. Do you take people for fools?"

Kane's words hit the vendor hard.

"Get outta here, kid! Don't spread nonsense you don't know what you're talking about. Thunderbolt Town's Tatsuo already bought a male Venipede from me. You don't want to buy? Fine, but don't ruin my business."

**Tatsuo?** He bought one for 40,000 poke dollars?

Kane was speechless. **What a waste of money. **

Still, Tatsuo's eagerness to buy Venipede reassured Kane that he could rely on him for part of the training. Now, all Kane needed was to wait for a Skorupi. As for a Tentacool, catching one in the Johto seas would be easy.

After wandering the market, a little longer, Kane found nothing worthwhile—either the Pokémon were too weak, or the prices were unreasonable. Despite this, visiting the black market was more a habit than anything else, a remnant from his past life.


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