Elves: Goal, help Pokémon fulfill their wishes

Zeraora threw his first punch! Liang Yin closed his eyes in fear and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"Look at me, human!" the electric cat ordered forcefully, "Show me your resolve!"

Zeraora punched for the second time! Liang Yin's mind went blank, but he tried his best to keep his eyelids open.

Zeraora punched for the third time! Liang Yin's ears were filled with only the buzzing of the ears and the whirring of the wind.

The fourth time! The fifth time! The sixth time…

At first, he would count consciously.

I just don’t know from which time on, the counter was completely killed.

Zeraora's claws were really steady. Each of its punches would stop just right in front of Liang Yin's nose without actually touching him.

As for Liang Yin, although he did not suffer any actual injuries, the strong wind pressure blew open the wound on his right cheek that had just healed, and sporadic electric sparks sprinkled on his eyelids, making him feel numb - after the fear, what followed was a rapid surge of adrenaline and a violent heaving of his chest.

"Let's stop here for now," the electric cat saw that this human seemed to have reached his limit, and waved his claws to disperse the dense lightning, "Let's eat something first."

After seeing the performance just now, even Zeraora couldn't help but look up to Liang Yin again.

After hearing Zeraora's words to stop, our protagonist Liang Yin finally sat down on the ground and gasped for air. The pleasure of surviving a disaster made him sweat profusely, and a blush quickly appeared on his face. Don't get me wrong, this was caused by the expansion of capillaries.

After his heart rate and breathing calmed down a bit, he turned his gaze towards the big cat that was preparing food.

I remember that before leaving the camp, Hualiao Huanhuan had already packed their luggage very considerately for them.

There weren’t many things, just two small iron bowls and ten cans of vegetables.

Every time Liang Yin sees these somewhat "thin" things, he can't help but "reminisce" about the backpack of survival kit he bought but never used.

Zeraora picked up a can at random, first skillfully hooked the pull ring with his claws, and easily opened half of the film, leaving enough air vents for the next action.

Then, it pinched the metal shell of the can and released a burst of electricity. In just a few breaths, the solidified food inside was heated into a steaming soup, which was then poured evenly into two iron bowls.

"Here, human, your share."

The food is simple, but the sense of ceremony is still strong.

It pushed one of the bowls to Liang Yin, then picked up the other bowl and gulped it down.

It's strange, cats' tongues should be afraid of heat, but Zeraora had no objection to the freshly heated canned food.

Liang Yin attributed this to the peculiarities of Pokémon compared to ordinary animals. After all, on Blue Star, normal cats can neither discharge electricity nor cook for humans - even if it's just as simple as heating a can.

On the Blue Planet, there is a pick-up line called "My cat can do backflips, do you want to come over and see it?" Then, isn't this big black cat, which can use "plasma lightning fists", "close combat" and "flash of lightning" when fighting, can use a "plasma bath" to clean its own hair when it is dirty, and can use "discharge" to heat canned food when it is hungry, a thousand times more powerful?

Unfortunately, you can’t touch the tiger’s butt, and this cat with electricity all over its body can’t suck itself.

As his body became tired, Liang Yin's wandering mind began to start to have random thoughts again.

He took small sips from the bowl, occasionally glancing at Zeraora who, after finishing the drink, licked the bottom of the bowl with his barbed tongue. Only when the other party looked back at him warily did he hurriedly lower his brows and swallowed guiltily in big gulps.

Zeraora: ...Tsk, you're still pretending. I've seen this greedy expression many times. You must think your portion is not enough and you're eyeing the bowl in my hand!

Sorry, the food is limited, two meals a day, one can for each meal, after five days, we will run out of food and have to look for something else. Electric Cat thought to himself.

Then electric light burst out from its claws, and it "rolled" across the surface of the iron bowl with a "sizzling" sound, which was considered a quick cleaning and sterilization.

……

Zeraora might be gifted at "specially training" humans. Even though this was its first time doing this kind of thing, it still did a pretty good job.

But it could also be due to another reason: out of grief for the devastated world, the black cat had given those criminals even crueler "special training" countless times in his dreams. Then he was surprised to find that if he weakened those methods, made them more targeted, and then packaged them a little, they could be put into use directly...

In the first stage of "head-on punching", after Liang Yin had almost adapted to it, Jeraora immediately increased the difficulty and entered the next stage.

"What? It's already the second stage so soon?" Liang Yin was stunned, then asked, "But what is the content of the second stage?"

"Take off your clothes first." Zeraora said seriously, words that could easily be misunderstood.

Liang Yin took off his coat without hesitation, then grabbed his inner clothes, coughed twice, and looked at Dianmao: "Take off everything?"

The latter was silent for a few seconds, then said: "No, just the coat is enough."

After saying that, Zeraora took over Liang Yin's yellow coat with black stripes. In fact, it had been curious from the beginning why the pattern of the clothes worn by this human was somewhat similar to its own fur color, but due to face, it did not dare to ask.

Without any regret, Dianmao took off half of the sleeve of his coat, tied a knot at the cuff, picked up a handful of sand and put it in, then tied a knot on the remaining gap to make a small sandbag.

It threw it into the air as if weighing it, then caught it steadily with its claws. Then it nodded with satisfaction and handed the sleeve with half of it missing back to Liang Yin.

With his mouth twitching, Liang Yin put on his coat again and asked, "Zeraora, what are you doing?"

It’s not that I feel sorry for my clothes, because after the last commission, there is nothing intact about the clothes I wore after three months of survival in the wilderness.

And since I had fallen into such a desperate situation this time, I was already prepared to face his ragged appearance when he returned.

As for spare clothes?

It’s not that I didn’t prepare them, but they were in that lost backpack!

"Have you heard of the dodgeball game?" Zeraora replied, "In the second round, I need you to dodge the sandbags I throw at you to train your ability to respond."

"When you can hold on for five minutes, you'll pass."

Liang Yin had certainly heard of dodgeball, which is about avoiding the ball thrown at you by the opponent. But he was worried that with Zeraora's strength, was it a ball... or a bomb?

As if seeing his worry, Zeraora added:

"Don't worry, I will control the strength and speed, and try to aim at non-vital areas."

Liang Yin uttered an "Ah", broke out in a cold sweat, and then sighed: "If you hadn't said the last sentence, I wouldn't be that scared."

"But I see you only made a sandbag. Is that enough?"

The implication is that you might as well take off the remaining half sleeve of your coat and make it into a sandbag - that way, your coat becomes a vest, and at least it's symmetrical.

"No need. Using only a sandbag but being able to maintain a continuous offensive is also a special training for me," Zeraora refused, his eyes sparkling. "What the old seafood said is right. In the past, I have always adopted a strategy of avoiding fighting with Ultra Beasts as much as possible, and retreated when possible. Over time, I have indeed lost something..."