Elf: I'm the only one who understands Pokémon

“During battle, defense does not mean being timid, it may just mean accumulating strength for a more comfortable attack.

Maybe it’s because of my personality. Rather than defeating countless enemies, what’s more important to me is protecting the things I cherish. "

Fang Zhu stuffed a mouthful of cheese lobster meat into his mouth and muttered.

"And I heard that there was someone who took defense to the extreme and used one Pokémon for 6 hours to exhaust the opponent's Pokémon.

I was so envious that I could defeat my opponent so effortlessly. "

Shi Xing'an didn't answer, he just lowered his head and ate the meat, thoughtfully.

This...should be okay, right?

Looking at Shi Xing'an's thoughtful expression, Fang Zhu sighed inwardly.

At least, it dragged him back to the right path somewhat, right?

"Fang Zhu, your move uses one hundred thousand volts as lightning armor. It's very creative."

At this time, Pace Wang elegantly put a macaron into his mouth.

"I have been studying the changes in moves, and after seeing your moves, I have a lot of ideas in my head.

Attack moves can be used for defense, and defensive moves may also be used for attack. "

Listening to Fang Zhu and Wang Pace starting to discuss the use of moves, Shi Xing'an still lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Sorry, I have to go to the toilet."

Suddenly, Shi Xing'an stood up, said something to Fang Zhu and Wang Peici, and walked quickly to the bathroom.

"Wow—"

The water from the faucet kept flowing out. Shi Xing'an took a few handfuls with his hands and splashed it on his face.

When he raised his head, the mirror reflected him very clearly, and his rough skin was clearly visible.It was so clear that you could even see the tiny trace not far from the corner of your eye.

Shi Xing'an looked at himself in the mirror, and water drops kept sliding down his cheeks.

My thoughts seem to go back to that stormy, silent and depressing night.

……

"It's just a few children as test subjects. At your age, do you think you can fight to the death with me?"

The middle-aged man shook the knife in his hand, and the grin on his face was particularly eye-catching under the light of lightning.

"As long as I'm here, don't even think about touching them."

The old instructor clenched the wooden stick in his hand, and his muscles tensed up.

Behind them are a group of children who have just participated in training for a month. Tonight is the first night of wild camping.

"Since you are the last batch of demon control soldiers, I will give you some face.

Get out of the way, I will only take away the two children, otherwise your body, whose body functions have almost deteriorated, will not be able to stop me. "

The man seemed to notice a certain mark on the old instructor's clothes. After saying this, he slowly approached the children.

"when!"

Just a few meters away from the children, the old instructor picked up the camping stick nearby and stabbed it out with all his strength.

The middle-aged man blocked the sudden blow with his knife, leaving a circular stick mark on the knife.

"None of them."

The old instructor stood up straight and leaned on his stick, showing a bit of the aura of his youth.

"Then there's nothing to talk about."

The middle-aged man pulled away, first put his hand into his sleeve, and then flicked it away.

Seven knives suddenly flew out and shot towards the old instructor.

The stick in the old instructor's hand danced in the wind, and after a while, the knives all fell to the ground.

"The sword is not old, it's just...

You can protect yourself, but what about them? "

"Shhhhhh!"

Several more flying knives were fired, this time the target was not the old instructor, but the children including Shi Xing'an!

The angle of the flying knife is extremely large and the speed is not slow. It is not something that a group of children who have just participated in training can react to.

The old instructor's eyes were filled with tears and he hurriedly stepped away. He swung his stick and dropped a knife.

Then, using the stick as a support, he stabbed the ground hard, quickly flew to the second knife, and kicked it away.

Landing, a stick flower, the third and fourth knives fell to the ground.

He threw the stick out of his hand and knocked down the fifth knife.

With a strong pull, the child who was about to be stabbed by the sixth knife escaped.

The seventh knife flew towards Shi Xing'an.

"puff!"

This was the sound of a knife inserting into flesh and blood. The old instructor stood in front of Shi Xingan, and the knife penetrated his shoulder.

"It's okay, I'm sorry."

The old instructor came in a hurry and accidentally picked up a pebble on the ground.

A pebble struck near the corner of Shi Xing'an's eye, and a little blood seeped out.

The old instructor tremblingly took out a handkerchief from his arms and gently covered Shi Xing'an's injury.

Then he immediately turned around, picked up the stick and stepped forward to fight with the middle-aged man.

Shi Xing'an felt furious, picked up the spatula next to him and charged towards the middle-aged man.

Three seconds later, he was swept back to the original position by the old instructor's stick.

"Don't make a mess!"

This was the first time Shi Xing'an knew that people can still exert strong fighting power even when they are old.

This was the first time Shi Xing'an knew that a stick could directly penetrate the human body.

This was also the first time Shi Xing'an knew that a person would die if a knife was inserted into the heart.

The rain was still falling, and the middle-aged man whose chest was pierced by a stick had fallen to the side, lifeless.

There was another knife in the old instructor's chest, and blood was flowing freely.

Shi Xing'an rolled over and crawled over, trying to use the handkerchief just now to stop the old instructor's blood from oozing out.

But the first aid class won’t start until tomorrow!He didn't know what to do.

"Your name is Shi Xing'an, right? Don't bother."

The old instructor just looked at him with a smile.

"I once had a child who worked just as hard as you, was just as strong, not to mention, looked a bit like you.

Maybe he missed me, so he asked me to accompany him. I have been waiting for this day for a long time. "

The rain was heavy, and Shi Xing'an's eyes were flooded with tears again.

That day, he actually couldn't quite hear what the old instructor was saying. He could only see his lips moving, opening and closing slightly, and the children gradually ran over and gathered around him.

"Children, I guess you will have to find another teacher in the future. I'm going to retire, old man!"

And, never lose the courage to charge! "

When he said this, the old man's eyes were fixed on Shi Xing'an.

When Shi Xing'an nodded gently with tears in his eyes, he smiled and closed his eyes.

14-year-old Shi Xing'an clenched his fists and firmly wrote down those words in his heart——

Never lose the courage to charge.

……

Turn off the faucet and dry your face with a paper towel.

"What's more important to me is protecting the things I cherish."

What Zhu said just now above the dining table echoed in his ears again.

If I had the coping and defensive abilities of Big Tongue at that time, would I have...

Shi Xing'an just lowered his head and looked at his palms.

Hold it into a fist, then spread it out, repeating the cycle.

Every time he goes to the Pokémon Center, Shi Xing'an always gets scolded by Ms. Joy.

"Why do I have to ask Iron Dumbbell to heal such serious injuries every time!"

"What age is it now? Are you going to fight with the metal monster or to die? Why are you so injured?"

Whenever this happens, the scarred metal monster will always raise his hand with difficulty and put it on his palm to express to himself that it can bear it.

The courage to charge and...

The power of protection?