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68.13% Pokemon: Chronicles of Darkness / Chapter 121: Chapter 121:

บท 121: Chapter 121:

First and foremost, as a dark-type Pokemon, Sneasel had a critical advantage in battle as it was immune to psychic-type moves, making it a formidable opponent when facing psychic-type Pokemon.

Moreover, it had resistance against ghost-type, ice-type, and other dark-type Pokemon.

However, it was important to note that Sneasel was not well-suited to lead the team as an attacker. Its low defense and HP meant that it was more vulnerable to attacks from its opponents. But, when it came to breaking down the defenses of the enemy, Sneasel was a valuable addition to the team.

For example, when facing psychic-type or dragon-type Pokemon, Sneasel was especially effective at taking them down. With its agility and quick movements, it could easily dodge their attacks and deliver swift blows to knock them out.

Sneasel was a natural-born assassin and hunter, with a personality that was both cunning and fierce. It was the epitome of an assassin-type Pokemon, with high attack and speed, but low defense and HP. This made it a powerful attacker when used strategically.

Even after evolving into Weavile, its innate skill set was not reduced but only amplified, making it an even more formidable force to be reckoned with. From the moment it was born, Sneasel's growth path was predetermined, with its strengths and weaknesses already clearly defined.

This particular Sneasel had a habit of pilfering the eggs of wild Pokemon, often creating a small opening in the egg with his claws to savor the contents. Recently, he had developed a particular fondness for Miltank's milk, drawn in by the aroma and slightly milky scent that reminded him of his favorite food. No, the taste was even better!

Fot the past couple of days, Sneasel had kept his eyes firmly fixed on Cain and his Pokemon, carefully watching them from the shadows, biding his time and waiting for the right moment to make his move. His cautious nature had been honed from years of surviving in the wild, and he knew that it was always best to remain hidden and observe from a distance.

Thanks to his innate stealth and deviousness, coupled with his dark attribute, Sneasel remained undetected by Slowpoke's psychic probes.

As Cain and the others finally made their appearance, Sneasel's ears pricked up, and he turned to face them, the milk bottle now hidden safely behind his back. His fierce gaze made it clear that he wasn't going to give up his newfound treasure without a fight.

Cain couldn't help but chuckle at Sneasel's protective behavior, but he knew better than to underestimate the Pokemon.

Pokémon: Sneasel (Light Blue)

Gender: Male

Level: 25

Type: Dark + Ice

Ability: Keen Eye

Held items: None

Egg moves: Bite, Ice Punch, Ice Shard, Icicle Crash

Basic moves: Scratch, Leer, Taunt, Quick Attack, Feint Attack, Icy Wind, Fury Swipes, Agility, Metal Claw, Hone Claws

Taught moves: Knock Off , Snatch , Low Kick

Technical Machines (TMs): None

Cain's eyes widened with excitement as he examined Sneasel's impressive stats.

In fact, what truly captured Cain's interest were the three inherited ice-type moves that Sneasel possessed. As a seasoned Pokemon trainer, Cain knew that this was a sign of exceptional talent, indicating that Sneasel's parent or parents were likely highly skilled in the ice attribute.

With a mischievous grin on his face, Cain called out to Sneasel, his voice brimming with excitement. "Come and fight Sneasel! If you lose, you become my Pokemon!"

Though his words may have sounded childish, Cain knew that this was a serious battle.

As a natural-born assassin and expert hunter, Sneasel was the perfect candidate for Cain's Pokemon Hunter identity. He knew that with Sneasel by his side, he would have a much easier time catching any Pokemon he set his sights on.

Unlike in the game, where ice-type moves had no lasting effect, in reality, their impact could be significant. The energy of ice-type moves could reduce an opponent's speed and reaction time, making them easier to catch, and thus, increasing the trainer's chance of success.

Sneasel was particularly skilled at reducing an opponent's speed while simultaneously boosting his own, making it nearly impossible for them to escape his grasp.

In response to Cain's words, Sneasel emitted a fierce cry, readying himself to attack.

Cain remained fully focused, closely observing Sneasel's actions, primed to act at a moment's notice. The instant Sneasel tried to flee, Cain commanded Miltank to use Block, sealing off his escape route with her massive frame.

Sneasel swiftly retreated, finding himself backed against the unyielding wall of the cave. In an instinctual move, he positioned himself to protect the milk bottle, his sole source of security. The wilderness was a harsh place, a constant struggle for survival, and Sneasel knew that all too well. Food was always on his mind, a nagging hunger that never quite went away.

Miltank, watching Sneasel's desperate attempts to protect his meager meal, couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. It was a feeling she knew all too well, having been in similar situations herself.

Cain, watching from afar, could sense the tension in the air. He knew he had to tread carefully if he didn't want to leave a bad impression on Sneasel.

With a sly grin, Cain took out two bottles filled with milk from his ring and shook them in front of Sneasel, whose eyes locked onto the two bottles like a predator honing in on its prey.

"Sneasel, let's make a deal," Cain said, his voice smooth as silk. "We'll fight. If you win, I'll give you these two bottles of milk. What do you think?"

As Sneasel stared at the bottles of milk, he couldn't help but feel conflicted. The scent of the sweet liquid wafted towards him, teasing his senses and tempting him to give in to Cain's proposal. But at the same time, he knew that accepting Cain's offer could mean giving up his freedom and becoming subservient to humans.

Cain's words lingered in the air, making Sneasel fall into deep thought. He had once ventured into the human world, driven by his insatiable hunger, and had witnessed the plight of the Pokemon who were subdued and controlled by humans. He knew all too well the loss of freedom and independence that came with it.

Despite the struggles of living in the wild, Sneasel knew that he couldn't adapt to a life of captivity. He cherished his freedom above all else, even if it meant facing constant hunger and uncertainty. But the two bottles of milk that Cain held in his hand were tempting, more tantalizing than anything he had tasted in a long time. Moreover, there was something peculiar about the energy infused within the milk that seemed to revitalize his body.

Sneasel's inner conflict was palpable, his emotions and thoughts conveyed through the tense silence that hung between him and Cain. If someone had been watching from the sidelines, they would have seen a fierce struggle within the small Pokemon, torn between his primal instincts and his desire for something more.


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Cain's mind raced as he tried to strategize against the tricky Sneasel, since his current lineup of Pokemon seemed ill-equipped to handle it.

As he pondered his options, his thoughts darted through the limited moves his team possessed. Only a few could inflict proper damage, including Murkrow's flying-type moves, Slowpoke's water-type moves, and Gastly's poison-type moves. Miltank was the only one who remained unencumbered by Sneasel's attributes.

Suddenly, he remembered Miracle Eye, a move that resets the opponent's evasiveness and removes the immunity of Dark-type Pokemon to Psychic-type moves.

Cain had heard rumors of a quasi-elite trainer who could teach this move to all of their psychic Pokemon. In his previous life, Cain had paid a hefty sum to learn this technique, hoping to train a powerful team of psychic-types.

Unfortunately, before that could happen, he was killed and his plans disrupted. Luckily, his memories of his past life were still intact.

Cain knew that if Slowpoke wanted to become a truly powerful Pokemon, it needed to learn Miracle Eye. This move would give it a fighting chance against dark-type Pokemon, allowing it to be more assertive in battle instead of just relying on its water-type moves for support.

This battle against Sneasel served as a prime example of the dangers that can arise when a Pokemon lacks a well-rounded set of moves. Even with its multitude of weaknesses, Sneasel still posed a significant threat to any unprepared Pokemon.

"Sneasel!" Sneasel eyed Cain's two bottles of milk with a mix of longing and apprehension. It knew better than to give into temptation, but what other choice did it have? Miltank had already blocked its escape route, leaving Sneasel with few options.

Cain watched as Sneasel carefully placed the half-drunk milk bottle on the ground and screwed the cap back on. Its actions spoke volumes about its resourcefulness and instinct for survival.

Cain couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy for the Pokemon. He saw a reflection of his own past struggles in Sneasel's eyes.

As an orphan in a new world, Cain had faced similar challenges. The unfamiliarity of his surroundings and the constant sense of difference had almost overwhelmed him. He knew what it was like to fight for survival in a world that didn't always make sense.

"Don't worry, little guy," Cain said softly. "I won't take your milk. I know what it's like to be on your own out here."

Cain's past was not one he liked to dwell on. Before he was taken by Team Rocket for their trial, he had been forced to scavenge through garbage dumps just to find food. Surviving was his only goal; becoming a trainer was a distant dream.

But even in those harsh times, there were those who would steal from him. He learned to guard his food fiercely, just as Sneasel was doing now.

Cain had seen the darker side of this world, the side that most people chose to ignore. He knew that the so-called beauty of the Pokemon World was just a facade, hiding the true essence of the world - a darkness that few could comprehend.

But Cain refused to be deterred by his past. He was determined to control his own destiny, to become stronger and rise above the challenges that life had thrown his way.

And that also meant subduing Sneasel, no matter the cost.

Cain was willing to do whatever it took to win this battle. If Slowpoke couldn't do the job, he would bring in Murkrow and Miltank to tip the scales in his favor.

But as he spoke, he could sense Sneasel's skepticism. It was understandable - why would it believe someone who had just waltzed into its home and declared that he wanted to fight?

"Milu~" Miltank called out, trying to explain something to Sneasel.

"Sneasel!" Sneasel waved its hand, interrupting Miltank.

Although it had no ill will towards Miltank, and even felt a sense of closeness to her due to her distinctive odor, it was clear that Miltank was on their side. Sneasel didn't want to hear her out any longer. If they were going to fight, then let's fight!

"Sneasel, Sneasel!" After deciding to fight, Sneasel approached Cain slowly, placing its two front paws in front of its chest. Its eyes were fixed on Cain's, cold and emotionless, like those of a predator ready to strike.

"Murkrow, Slowpoke, attack together!" Cain commanded with a serious tone.

However, before the two Pokemon could make a move, Sneasel charged forward with blinding speed, emitting a "Zizi~~" sound. Its front paws were glowing with a bright white light as the metallic sound of its claws scraping against each other echoed in the air.

Sneasel had used Hone Claws, a move that increases the user's attack power and accuracy.

"Murkrow, use Snatch!" Cain commanded.

If Sneasel's attack power was amplified, the battle would become even more challenging. Fortunately, Murkrow's Prankster ability increased the priority of status moves. Combined with Snatch, Murkrow could steal the effects from Hone Claws even if Sneasel used it first.

Traces of black light appeared around Sneasel's body, then suddenly, the effects of Hone Claws vanished.

"Murkrow, follow up with Tailwind! Slowpoke, use Water Gun!" Cain shouted.

Murkrow flapped its wings, summoning a burst of wind energy. This time, it didn't suppress the effect of Tailwind around itself. Instead, it allowed Slowpoke to benefit from the speed boost as well.

Unfortunately, Slowpoke wasn't a particularly fast Pokemon, and even with the speed boost, there wasn't much of a noticeable effect.

Following Cain's orders, Slowpoke shot a jet of water from its mouth aimed directly at Sneasel.

However, Sneasel was already prepared and deftly dodged the incoming attack before quickly closing the gap between them.


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