Pokémon Breakthrough Peak

The inspiration for the long-range skills has no clue at all. Don’t think of Kiyoki Tsugumi as a tall person. He is just an ordinary person who has read books for a long time. Having talent and so on is all your illusion. If you don’t believe it, let’s crack it carefully. .biqugev

Let’s talk about Yangang Fist first. The continuous damage is very powerful. However, it is just a simple skill released together. Based on the two original skills, it is directly released together in a harmonious way. It only requires a certain technical content. There is no No big deal, other trainers can also help the fire elves do it, but their fire damage can't be increased much, so they don't bother to make such changes.

Let's talk about the flame barrier. It's even simpler. The pure flames are all emitted, and the technical content is not even mentioned. It just relies on the temperature of the flame.

The last thing is 'that', this Seiki Tsugumi is even more crazy, he doesn't even know its principle, he just happens to know that it can explode, hurt others and himself, I don't know the typical explosion that can't kill you, but I will definitely do it anyway. seriously injured.

Now that you have told everything, do you feel that his style has suddenly dropped a lot? Yes, this is the correct way for Kiyoki Tsugumi to open up.

Want to invent new skills? Haha, go to bed early, everything is there in your dreams.

The birth of each skill is not accompanied by countless experiments and rich theoretical knowledge. Do you think skills are child's play? So don’t think that you can invent skills after reading books for a few months. Reading books can only improve your knowledge content.

So it was more realistic to save money to buy a skill disc. Qing Muji decided to save money in the future and try to squeeze out money to buy a skill disc.

Bang, as the fiery sun slowly sets, dusk comes quietly.

The Fiery Monkey once again used his position to turn sideways and punch Charizard in the stomach naturally.

From practice until the evening, Charizard didn't know exactly how many times he had been punched in the stomach. Except for the noon break when he was having lunch, his stomach was in severe pain the rest of the time.

During the lunch break, Charizard endured the pain and forced himself to eat a lot in order to maintain sufficient physical strength and supplement nutrition. The feeling was very uncomfortable.

Finally, as the sun finally set, the smart crescent moon rose quietly, and today's beating was over.

Lying on his back on the ground, panting heavily, Qing Muji walked to the side of the fire-breathing dragon distressedly, and took out the remaining medicine from his backpack.

Pour out the wound medicine, soak the towel in the wound medicine to fully absorb it, then grab the towel and gently rub Charizard's beaten belly.

When the towel first touched his stomach, Charizard trembled. It was the natural trembling of his body caused by pain.

Although there was a moment of pain, the unique coolness of the wound medicine made Charizard relax a little. The cool towel rubbed his burning belly. Qing Muji tried his best to let his hand holding the towel rub Charizard's belly very gently, like this The result was that his arms soon began to get tired, and his stiff hands still tried their best to maintain the gentle movements, not daring to relax for a moment. He didn't let his hands rest until he saw that the obvious redness and swelling on his stomach had dissipated.

He rubbed his arms, snuggled next to Charizard with a feeling of exhaustion, and quickly fell asleep.

Late at night, with eyes wide open, it had not yet fallen asleep, and there was still some residual pain in its stomach, but it was much better than at the beginning and would be almost gone in the morning.

However, his thoughts are very messy now, which makes him unable to sleep. He gets up gently, trying not to disturb Qingmu Tsugumi who is sleeping. He lifts the blanket and covers Qingmu Tsugumi so that he can get some wind. .

Walking out of the small valley, I saw the Fiery Monkey sitting on a stone at a glance. After thinking about it, I walked over.

"Ho~hoho"

(Can’t sleep too?)

Looking at the fire-breathing dragon sitting on the ground next to him, the fiery monkey nodded, answering its question.

Its expression struggled a bit under the moonlight, but in the end it still asked the fire-breathing dragon a question in the dead of night.

"Puhha~Puhha~Bikeyi~Pucha"

(You should be very young, right? The fact that you have gained such a powerful force at such a young age shows that you have a very good talent. Why would you listen to that human trainer if you have such a good talent? Logically speaking, he has no way of directing your talent. right)

Charizard looked at the fiery monkey next to him in surprise. He didn't expect that she would ask such a sensitive question. He didn't have much objection to this question and turned to look at the night sky.

The black and white photos are flowing through his eyes, and the black and white photos reflect his memories.

In his childhood memories, he did not see his parents' kind smiling faces or warm weeds when he was born from the egg. There were only the cold machines exuding warm temperature and the people wearing white coats. The intern who keeps moving around.

Next to it, there were many faces that were exactly like his, struggling to break out of the egg.

Within a month after birth, it and other Charmanders received the care of those white coats. The white coats took care of the Charmanders while instilling in them that the trainer who protects their future is everything to them.

In the second month after birth, the Charmanders are taught to control their own bodies and tap into the skills within their bodies.

The third month of birth, today is a special day, and it is looking forward to it. The white coat said that they actually have their own parents, and they will take them to visit their parents today.

He watched his companions next to him being transported into the car one by one and leaving, and the excitement on his face slowly began to dissipate, because eventually he was the only one left in the room.

Seeing its expression, a woman in a white coat knelt down and told him with a look of unbearability that he didn't know if he had parents or if he was still alive. Because he was rescued from a terrorist organization by chance.

What, it turns out that I was alone. Seeing the friends in the same room in the evening coming back with excitement and happiness one by one, he felt more and more lonely.

In the fourth month of life, today they will be transported to the east, west, north and south, and soon a new round of beginners will set off.

In the fifth month of its life, it arrived at a brand new place. It met Jerry Turtle and Bulbasaur who were also transported, as well as a kind old man named Damu.

Soon, as one night approached, the kind old man gently told them that they would be able to see the beginners traveling soon tomorrow.

At the moment when I was finally put into the ball, I had the indifferent thought that I was always alone, anyway.

It doesn't matter who it is.

(These two chapters are about Charizard. After all, I am writing about Pokemon. I want them to be flesh and blood, rather than writing with the mood of raising pets. Elves are not stupider than us. They also have their own feelings and emotions. Simple And cute.)