章節 55: ## Chapter : 55 the duel
Arbok couldn't help but tremble, its massive body writhing in pain. It was clear that its life was about to come to an end. The injuries it sustained were beyond anything it could survive. Its once fierce eyes were now dull, filled with the acceptance of its fate.
Kane glanced over at Weezing, who was lying on the ground, looking at him expectantly. The Pokémon had done its part and seemed to be seeking some sort of recognition from Kane. Maybe all it wanted was a simple compliment from its new master, a gesture of acknowledgment for its effort and loyalty.
"The night is long, and dreams are plenty," Kane muttered to himself, glancing at the fallen Arbok. He knew he had to act quickly before things became too complicated. "We need to strike while the iron is hot."
Kane wasted no time and recalled Ditto and Gastly back into their Poké Balls. There were certain things they didn't need to witness, especially what was about to happen next.
"Weezing," Kane called out, his voice steady. "Give Arbok a proper send-off. Use Explosion."
The moment Kane mentioned the word "Explosion," Weezing hesitated, its floating body wobbling slightly. The move was powerful, and Weezing knew it could cause great harm, not just to its enemies but to itself. Yet, after a brief pause, Weezing glanced back at Kane, determination setting in its two faces. This was the master who had saved it from the misery of the black market. It was worth doing anything for him.
Weezing began gathering energy in its body, the toxins and gases swirling inside it at an accelerated rate. Despite the danger of what it was about to do, Weezing seemed almost content, as if it had accepted its role.
Kane moved far back, distancing himself from the impending blast. He knew the power of Explosion well enough to understand that it spread across a wide area. But it wasn't just the blast he couldn't bear to face—it was the look in Weezing's eyes. The look of loyalty, the willingness to sacrifice itself without hesitation. That was what mattered most to kane.
A thunderous explosion shook the area, sending shockwaves through the ground. Deep cracks formed beneath the blast site, and the sheer force of the explosion sent debris flying everywhere. The ground trembled as the earth opened beneath the blast.
Arbok had been blown to pieces, its massive body shattered by the force of Weezing's final attack. As the dust settled, Weezing lay unconscious on the ground, its two heads still smiling faintly. Despite the destructive force it had unleashed, Weezing seemed at peace. Maybe, just maybe, this was the best end it could have hoped for.
"Dreams are always beautiful," Kane whispered to himself, his gaze softening as he looked at the fallen Weezing. "Maybe this was your best destination."
He sighed softly before calling out, "Come out, Gastly."
When Gastly emerged from its Poké Ball, it floated forward, surveying the scene. Its gaseous body flickered with surprise as it saw the aftermath of the explosion.
"The explosion... it failed," Kane said, his voice cold and matter-of-fact. "Weezing is already dead. Go retrieve its poison core. It's in the connecting sac beneath the middle of its two heads."
Gastly, ever faithful, didn't hesitate. It understood that everything Kane was doing was for its evolution. Without question, it floated toward the fallen Weezing and prepared to extract the toxins.
Unlike some Poison-type Pokémon, Weezing's poison sacs were located in small, balloon-like sacs beneath its two heads. Removing these sacs wouldn't harm Weezing any further, but it would mean that the Pokémon would no longer be able to secrete toxins if it somehow managed to survive.
By now, Gastly had become skilled in the process of extracting poison sacs. It summoned a Shadow Ball and carefully aimed it at the connection point between Weezing's two heads. The ball of dark energy exploded, severing the sac with precision. Weezing's poison sac, black and brimming with potent toxins, floated free. Gastly began to absorb the venom into its body, letting the energy seep in drop by drop.
"How do you feel, Gastly?" Kane asked, watching his Pokémon intently. He felt a sense of unease, his financial situation always on his mind. There wasn't much money left for more purchases if this plan failed.
Gastly floated in place, its body flickering as it absorbed the last traces of poison. There was a moment when Kane thought it might be enough—the energy within Gastly grew stronger, its gaseous body pulsating with power. But after a few moments, the glow began to fade, and the energy settled back to its previous state.
"Still not enough..." Kane muttered, frustration evident in his voice. He had hoped Weezing's toxins would be sufficient to push Gastly's evolution to the next stage, but it wasn't happening. With a deep sigh, Kane realized he shouldn't have placed so much faith in a Weezing that had been wasting away on the black market for who knows how long.
Recalling Gastly back into its Poké Ball, Kane made his decision. He would have to continue buying Poison-type Pokémon. He needed stronger toxins if he wanted Gastly to evolve.
As he turned to leave, Kane's gaze fell on Weezing's body, still lying motionless on the ground.
"Maybe this was just bad luck," Kane thought. "Your talent wasn't great, but I bought you for your poison sac. That was always the plan, from beginning to end."
Kane knew the truth: Weezing had been starving to death in the black market. Perhaps this was a better end for it, fulfilling its final purpose. Whether Weezing survived this ordeal or not depended entirely on its will to live.
"Maybe you'll find a new owner who appreciates you, Weezing... if you wake up," Kane muttered softly, before walking away.
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Back at the Ecruteak Gym dormitory, Kane and Ditto resumed their intense training. They were working on mastering the "Flying Sword Throwing" technique, which had shown great potential in recent battles. Meanwhile, Gastly continued its daily mental training, honing its Psychic abilities.
Three days into his rest period, Kane returned to the training grounds. As expected, Komatsu, Melissa, and Thunderstorm were nowhere to be seen. They had likely gone off to enjoy their break. However, Kane did see Chiyama.
Kane wasn't surprised to encounter Chiyama here. He knew that a battle was mandatory for the Ecruteak Gym assessment under Pryce's supervision. Although Chiyama was strong, if he couldn't bring out his full potential in the upcoming fight, he might lose miserably.
"Oh, Kane! Why aren't you out having fun today?" Chiyama asked, raising an eyebrow at Kane's unexpected appearance.
"Nothing much to do," Kane replied, his tone casual.
Chiyama chuckled knowingly. "It's rare to see someone as calm as you. I've been watching your special training sessions, and I've had a few thoughts. How about a quick battle? What do you think?"
"Thank you for the opportunity," Kane said, a small smirk crossing his face as he pulled out Gastly's Poké Ball. He knew he had no chance of winning against Chiyama's Pokémon. Gastly's current level couldn't compare to the Pokémon that Chiyama had at his disposal, but battling against a master was the only way to ignite his own fighting spirit.
"Come out, Mismagius!" Chiyama called, releasing his Pokémon.
Before Kane stood a witch-like Pokémon with three dark red gems embedded in its chest, each radiating with incredible energy.
"You can make the first move," Chiyama said confidently.
Kane locked eyes with Mismagius, not wasting any time. "Gastly, use Shadow Ball!" he commanded.
The attack was swift and fierce. The spindle-shaped Shadow Ball shot forward with a sharp, whistling sound, hurtling toward Mismagius with impressive speed.
Chiyama nodded in approval. The speed of Gastly's attack—the way it condensed the energy, launched it, and how fast it traveled through the air—had already reached a high level. Even some Gengars couldn't perform at such a level.
"Use barrier Mismagius," Chiyama ordered calmly.
The gems on Mismagius' chest flashed, and a powerful psychic barrier expanded from its body, wrapping it in an invisible web of psychic energy. Gastly's Shadow Ball hit the barrier and exploded upon impact, but it didn't leave a scratch on Mismagius.
"What a formidable Mismagius," Kane thought. "It can expand its Psychic Wave in all directions, creating a psychic barrier with just its mind. This single Mismagius is as powerful as an entire army of Mismagius stationed at the second floor of Bell Tower."
"Keep using Shadow Ball," Kane instructed.
Although Gastly hesitated for a moment, having seen its first attack fail, it quickly regained focus. Kane's calm, unwavering command instilled confidence, and Gastly launched another series of Shadow Balls without hesitation.
Chiyama raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed. Most rookie trainers would panic after seeing their best move fail, unsure of what to do next. But Kane remained composed, analyzing the situation. He had already seen through Mismagius' Psychic barrier.
Kane remained calm and collected, his sharp gaze fixed on the battlefield. He had already seen through Mismagius's barrier without the slightest hesitation he ordered his gastly to launch a barrage of shadow balls at the barrier.
Although Mismagius's barrier was formidable, all Psychic-type moves depended on the user's psychic power. Weaving such an intricate psychic barrier was draining its energy, and Kane knew it wouldn't last much longer. Every time Gastly launched an attack, the barrier appeared unscathed, but in reality, it was chipping away at Mismagius's own psychic strength.
Chiyama, seeing the wear on his Mismagius, was forced to make a decision. The psychic barrier wouldn't hold. With a slight nod, he commanded, "Mismagius, use Perish Song."
This was a critical moment. Chiyama cast a glance at Kane, gauging how he would respond. The danger of Perish Song was unmistakable. Gastly lacked the Soundproof ability, so once it heard the haunting melody, the song would echo in its mind, its energy slowly draining until it reached zero. The technique was merciless, even more fearsome than a curse.
Though Perish Song had been a topic of debate among researchers, who eventually categorized it as a Normal-type move, its effects were undeniable. Any Pokémon, except those with the move soundproof, would be at its mercy. The melody was inescapable unless immediate action was taken.
However, not all Pokémon were defenseless. If a Pokémon could block its ears, it could prevent the song from taking hold. Unfortunately, Gastly had no such defense. Its spectral body had hearing but no way to block sound.Chiyama had seen this as a prime opportunity to exploit Gastly's vulnerability.
But what Chiyama hadn't anticipated was Kane's quick thinking.
Without a moment of hesitation, Kane gave his next order. "Gastly, fire out a Sludge Bomb straight into Mismagius's mouth!"
Mismagius had barely opened its mouth to begin the eerie chant when Gastly's Sludge Bomb was already speeding toward it. If the attack landed, it would deal heavy damage, and the toxins would likely poison Mismagius, throwing the entire plan into disarray.
It was a perfect counter. Kane's strategy was flawless, and Chiyama couldn't help but shake his head in admiration. He had intended to overwhelm the young boy with experience, but now, facing his seven-year-old disciple, he realized he had to fully commit to this duel. Kane was far more skilled than he had anticipated, his tactics sharp and precise, forcing Chiyama to abandon his usual stance as a master. He had to approach this battle with the seriousness of a true competitor.
Chiyama straightened his posture and tightened his belt, preparing for the challenge that lay ahead.
Gastly's Sludge Bomb flew with alarming speed, aimed directly at Mismagius's open mouth. If it connected, the toxic sludge would cause severe damage and inflict the poison status condition, ensuring Mismagius's defeat before Perish Song could take full effect.
Chiyama watched the battlefield unfold, mentally preparing for the next move. Kane was impressive—his quick thinking and sharp reactions proved that this battle would be anything but easy.
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