Chapter 905: Rivals, Male and Female

Boom!

A high splash erupted from the sea surface.

A few seconds later.

The bulky Galarian Slowking floated to the surface like a corpse, the eyes on its shell turning into a pair of black circles.

"Slow... Slowking!?"

It looked around in a daze, only to discover that its Trainer hadn't floated up with it.

Big trouble!

Slowking dove down anxiously, peering around for a long time before spotting a figure wreathed in dim light, hurriedly swimming over to hoist them out of the seabed.

"Wuff!"

As soon as he breathed fresh air, Avery spat out a mouthful of water, steadied his glasses, and his chaotic thoughts cleared up: "Cough, cough, cough—aha, aha, that was close!"

He couldn't swim; the more he thrashed, the deeper he sank.

Fortunately, he was born with psychic powers, which allowed him to hold on until Slowking rescued him.

After resting for a short while, Avery spat out a few more mouthfuls of seawater and lay weakly on Slowking's back.

"Slow..."

"You're right, that guy must be targeting the Slowpoke tails on the beach! We have to go call for some help!"

He said viciously.

Although there was no evidence yet that All Baimu was poaching Slowpoke tails, this kind of casual behavior was already extremely suspicious.

And since there was no police station established on the Isle of Armor, dealing with villains could only rely on the fellow disciples of the Dojo.

Slowking quickly carried Avery around the beach.

At the same moment.

In the camp by the beach.

All Baimu had confirmed with the Dragapult siblings that the Slowpoke tail's origin was definitely not stolen or forcibly severed by them, so he tossed it onto a rock.

"Don't you guys touch it."

He warned his own Pokémon.

Although this thing was a rare ingredient and he was very curious about its taste, considering Avery's constant accusations of thievery, it was better not to touch it for now.

Lest it be hard to explain when someone came knocking to settle scores.

Calyrex stared at the Slowpoke tail, suddenly regretting that he had acted too quickly.

"Alas, We should perhaps show mercy—"

"It's fine, that person came to settle scores without rhyme or reason; even if you say it to the heavens, the responsibility is fifty-fifty," All Baimu interrupted the second half of the sentence.

Calyrex was originally a Pokémon full of compassion.

However, the Golden Coffin incident had caused him to develop prejudices against humans, so he refused to forgive the insolent Avery.

All Baimu fully agreed with this.

He was, after all, a Legendary Pokémon on par with Rayquaza; if someone sprayed a Hyper Beam at the slightest disagreement, who would dare provoke him?

Even if Calyrex didn't need to be that arrogant, it was only natural to strike back when offended.

He wanted this little deer to live more freely.

Not to be forced to blend into human society and wrong himself just to accommodate him.

"We understand."

Calyrex heard All Baimu's protective intent and was moved inside.

In front of the firewood pile, Blissey, who found happiness in being busy, set up the pot and instructed the Dragapult siblings to pour the ingredients into the pot one by one to stew.

Tonight was another free-for-all for Chef Blissey.

All Baimu, who had been running around all day, just wanted to be a master who opened his mouth to be fed.

However, the firewood flickered, shining on Blissey's big face, which always maintained a smile, inexplicably resembling an old witch brewing medicine in a cartoon.

All Baimu secretly took a picture, preparing to use it as a screensaver.

Suddenly.

He looked toward the shadowy dense forest.

"So fragrant~ Good evening, handsome~ Have you seen a man wearing a hat who speaks very annoyingly?"

The voice arrived before the person.

But he already knew the identity of the visitor.

The rival exclusive to "Pokémon Sword" DLC — Klara.

Opposite her was the Shield version rival Avery, who had just been tossed into the sea by Calyrex; these two, one a former "popular" idol and the other a psychic, both had flaws in their personalities.

And both liked to set up field-effect moves before battling.

However.

No major evil.

All Baimu blinked and said, "I have."

Klara, wearing a butterfly-shaped headpiece, with curly pink hair and heavy makeup even at night, walked out of the woods, exposing her slender figure to the camp lights.

Beside her was a Galarian Slowbro with a Shellder moved from its tail to its arm; it looked dull when it first appeared, but its gaze soon fell on the soup pot.

"Slow~?"

"Happy!"

Blissey enthusiastically invited it to have dinner together.

Slowbro tilted its head to look at its Trainer, while Klara was questioning where Avery had gone.

"He was tossed into the sea by my Pokémon."

All Baimu said calmly.

Klara's pupils shrank, and she gave a stiff, coy laugh: "Handsome, you really love to joke..."

"Not joking, my Pokémon accidentally picked up a Slowpoke tail. Not only did he frame me at will, but he also provoked my Pokémon, and my Pokémon tossed him into the sea in a fit of anger."

He pointed to the Slowpoke tail.

Seeing that his tone didn't seem fake, Klara felt slightly relieved.

—Serves him right!

She secretly spat.

Although both were newcomers to the Dojo, their relationship wasn't very good, and they often quarreled on weekdays, so Klara naturally wouldn't seek revenge for Avery.

Besides, there was no need to suffer such a small loss.

"Is that so? Don't be angry~ Hmm... he counts as a junior to me, he is indeed very annoying, but he's just a bit slow, I'll teach him a lesson for you!"

She pondered for a moment and smiled, putting in a good word for Avery.

After all, she considered herself a senior.

All Baimu said indifferently: "As long as it's explained clearly."

While the two were communicating, the Galarian Slowbro held the soup Blissey served it in its claws, drinking it in small sips, already in bliss.

"Slow~"

After a long time.

When Avery and his fellow disciples arrived at the beach aggressively.

What they saw was the strange scene of Klara and All Baimu sitting around the campfire, chatting happily. And her Slowbro was drinking a bowl of soup happily.

"This..."

Everyone looked hesitant.

Avery suddenly had an ominous premonition and shouted: "K-Klara! What are you doing!"

"Avery! How are you talking to a senior? Also, this is Mr. All Baimu, who came to visit the Master's wife, and you actually framed him for stealing a Slowpoke tail!"

Klara still had a smile on her face, but her words were clearly poisonous.

Just like how she was good at the Poison type.

Avery naturally couldn't admit to framing him, so he started arguing with her. The fellow disciples of the Dojo looked at these two clowns and were speechless.

Among them, a slightly older dark-skinned young man stepped forward to greet him: "This... Mr. All Baimu."

"Just call me All Baimu. You should have heard it too; the whole thing is a complete misunderstanding. I came to the Isle of Armor recommended by Raihan, the Gym Leader of Hammerlocke, wanting to ask the Master's wife to prepare Max Soup so that my Gengar can Gigantamax."

He explained his purpose in a few words, "I saw it was late when I arrived and it was inconvenient to disturb, so I just camped here for the night. I'll come to visit tomorrow morning."

The dark-skinned young man and his fellow disciples looked at each other and completely let down their guard.

Avery, who was arguing, said in surprise:

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

All Baimu couldn't be bothered to answer.

Klara became more and more proud, making the other person's face turn blue and white, and the accompanying Slowking sighed helplessly.

The fellow disciples of the Dojo also left yawning one after another.

In short.

A world where only Avery was hurt was born just like that.

The dark-skinned young man was worried that letting the two continue to argue would damage the reputation of Master Mustard's Dojo, so he forcibly grabbed them by the collars and said goodbye.

Slowbro hurriedly finished the soup and chased after them, turning around to wave its claws halfway.

"Slow~"

"Happy!"

Blissey was full of smiles.

The noisy beach suddenly became quiet.

Calyrex let out a long sigh: "Truly noisy."

"Hee-hee-hee!"

Spectrier in the shadow of the big tree agreed quite a bit; if it hadn't been for the Rotom Phone stopping it just now, it would have almost rushed over to kick those two arguing humans away.

The overlord of the Crown Tundra wasn't just blowing hot air.

But unexpectedly.

A few minutes later, Avery appeared again, but this time he came to apologize; he and Slowking bit their lower lips and bowed ninety degrees.

"Sorry! I shouldn't have framed you!"

"Slow!"

Just like how he woke up after cheating in the game and was willing to give up the Gym Leader position to punish himself, the Avery in the animation was still not very smart.

But he was quite proactive in admitting his mistakes.

"If you apologize to him again, I'll forgive you."

All Baimu pointed to Calyrex; in fact, he didn't take it to heart at all. If it weren't for worrying about the latter, he could have solved the misunderstanding by pressing him to the ground.

Avery bowed and apologized again without a word, and Slowking followed suit.

"Sorry!"

"Slow!"

Calyrex was slightly startled, then said: "We forgive you."

Avery stood up in astonishment.

Telepathy?

So it was a Pokémon with high intelligence; no wonder it was angry because of his loose tongue.

Fortunately, he was forgiven.

Avery breathed a sigh of relief secretly and left with light steps.

It's just...

All Baimu looked at the Slowpoke tail placed on the rock.

Although it was the root cause of the misunderstanding, the disciples of Master Mustard's Dojo and Avery didn't seem to have any intention of taking it away...

Eat it?

It's not a waste!

He didn't hesitate much and nodded to Blissey, who had long had a plan.

"Happy~"

Blissey happily went to get the tail.

It wasn't that they hadn't eaten this thing before, but the Galarian version was definitely the first time; it decided to cut it into cubes and stew it into the soup.

Simmered over low heat for half an hour.

Blissey scooped up a small spoonful to taste.

"Happy!!"

The mellow taste made its eyes shine, and the faint spicy taste on the tip of its tongue was like the finishing touch, making the curls on both sides of its head float up freshly.

Blissey hurriedly started serving meals to the Trainer and partners.

It received unanimous praise.

Even the Calyrex, who now only wishes to eat carrots, gave a positive evaluation; though Glastrier and Spectrier did not speak, they ate everything clean.

——

The next day.

Calyrex was affected by last night and didn't want to go to the crowded Dojo, preparing to wander around the Isle of Armor with Glastrier.

Seeing this, All Baimu handed him a photo of the Max Mushrooms and asked him to help collect raw materials.

So the man and the deer acted separately.

Not long after.

He found the antique Master Mustard's Dojo.

Unexpectedly, in the open space next to the Dojo, Avery was maintaining a one-legged stance, holding a huge bucket of water with both hands raised.

Their gazes collided.

"Wuff!"

Avery's face turned red instantly, and his stable movements became shaky.

He didn't care and came to the front door to knock on the door frame.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Excuse the intrusion, I am All Baimu. I have come here specifically to visit Master Mustard and his wife." His voice spread throughout the Dojo hall.

Many disciples and Pokémon who were practicing martial arts stopped their movements and turned their heads to look.

Deepest part of the hall.

An old man wearing a green tracksuit and a black-green small top hat, with strangely long eyebrows, stroked his beard and laughed: "The old man is here! You are the All Baimu who caused a misunderstanding with little Avery yesterday, right?"

What a unique verbal tic!

All Baimu complained inwardly, but responded calmly on the surface: "Many offenses, I hope Master Mustard will not blame me."

He believed that Mustard was a reasonable person and would definitely not escalate the already resolved conflict like a third-rate villain.

Sure enough.

Mustard laughed, pointed outside the door and laughed: "Where, where, it was my disciple little Avery who was wrong first, I have already punished him. Please come in!"

All Baimu aimed at Avery with his peripheral vision and thought to himself, no wonder.

It was just that Calyrex had tossed him into the sea last night, which was equivalent to punishment, and he had apologized to him and Calyrex afterwards, so punishing him again was a bit much.

Therefore, after All Baimu entered the door, he said a few good words for him.

Mustard laughed: "Since the parties involved have said so, the old man cannot lose your face. Go call little Avery back."

He ordered the nearest dark-skinned young man.

Not long after.

Avery walked in shakily.

"The party involved spoke good words for you, you should take it as a warning."

Mustard laughed and patted Avery's pale shoulder a few times, then turned his head: "I heard from my disciple that you are here to ask for Max Soup?"

All Baimu: "Exactly, I trouble the couple to not spare their help."

Mustard: "Then do you know the rules?"

Rules?

Seeing his blank face, Mustard said: "Max Soup cannot be given for nothing, you have to pass the trial battle, have you prepared in advance?"

There is such a thing!

All Baimu remembered this battle trial exclusive to Master Mustard's Dojo; the rule was that you could only use three Pokémon of the same type and fight five consecutive battles.

You could only restore Pokémon stamina twice in the middle.

"I really didn't hear about it before I came, but I don't need to prepare, I can do it anytime."

He had this confidence.

Mustard laughed loudly: "Good, good, good! The old man likes Trainers who are as straightforward as you, then let's start!"

Saying that.

Master Mustard pushed open the back door of the Dojo.

Revealing the wide arena behind the narrow mountain path that could support Gigantamax battles.

He said: "The battle field is on an energy point, you can use Gigantamax. The rules are..."

The rules were about the same as in the game.

Three Pokémon of the same type, five rounds in total, with two breaks in between. Only he could use Gigantamax, the Dojo side could not.

The two chatted while walking to the field, and the Dojo disciples followed closely behind.

"First round — let little Avery do it!"

Mustard pointed to Avery in the expectant eyes of the disciples, causing Klara in the crowd to curl her lips.

Avery was very surprised, and just as he was about to refuse, he found that All Baimu had already walked to the Trainer's seat on one side, obviously not caring who the opponent was.

This attitude stimulated him.

"Leave it to me!"

He manipulated his psychic power to make himself float and flew to the other side.

No need to say more.

Mustard served as the referee: "Both sides release Pokémon!"

All Baimu's team currently had three or more of the same type — Steel, Dragon, and Ghost; he didn't want to bully people too much.

So.

"Leave it to you!"

Bang!

A white light flashed.

A Galarian Corsola, smooth as white jade, rolled into the field; opposite it was a Swoobat with a heart-shaped nose.

It opened its eyes resentfully.

Wake up! Go to work! ===== CHAPTER 906 =====