The uncle with the mustache could no longer raise his head. He got down from his seat, knelt down and apologized.
"I'm so sorry, please forgive me..."
The uncle with a small mustache was sweating profusely and nodding and bowing to apologize.
Well, he was sweating profusely, but I don't know if it was real sweat or the saliva that Misty spit out when she caught him.
"My name is Muramasa, this is my Scizor, I named it Masamune..."
An old man with a small mustache named Muramasa explained the reason there.
"Your Pikachu is very powerful. It can easily knock down my Scizor with one blow..."
"What I've been waiting for is a Trainer as powerful as you!!"
In the past, Muramasa was a strong Trainer and had won many championships.
He opened his own dojo in order to pass on his experience to Rookie Trainers so that they could one day win championships in competitions around the world.
Now, in order to express his apology and achieve his own purpose, he specially invited Ash and his group to his dojo.
Many powerful Pokémon are being trained here.
Xavalong, Golem, Machamp, Nidoking, Infernape... basically all of them are final evolved Pokémon.
From this point of view, Muramasa is quite capable.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to coach so many underdogs and powerful Pokémon.
"Of course, our master is a very good Trainer...
The village was welcoming Ash and his disciples in this dojo and looked very proud.
"Especially Teacher's Scizor, the real one, also known as the Red Flash."
"It also made a huge contribution to Master's winning of the championship..."
Red Flash... well, they look very similar, but in terms of strength~~~
Ash and his group did not comment.
"Pika~Pika"
Pikachu, who had just finished fighting the Red Flash, was happily licking the red ketchup beside him.
"It's not a big deal at all."
At this time, a young man who was holding a computer in his arms, wearing a black and red T-shirt and with long purple bangs, spoke in a light tone.
From the looks of it, he looks a lot like the middle school villain in some hot-blooded comics.
"Young Master~!"
The receiving disciple bowed hurriedly.
"This is my son, Shingo..."
The dojo master Muramasa also walked over and introduced.
At the same time, he was also facing Ash, and said seriously: "Mr. Ash, can you please fight with Shingo?"
"Fight him? 817"
Ash didn't even raise his eyelids and didn't comment.
Shingo, who was standing next to him, had already turned on the computer in his arms and started typing frantically.
"Ash with Pikachu... Currently, the only one who meets the requirements is Ash from Pallet Town.
As he pressed the keys, pages of information began to appear on the laptop screen.
Looking at the portraits and content shown there, they are all pictures about Ash.
"The data of the Trainers who have achieved excellent results in the past five years is all in this laptop."
"You can see the Pokémon they use, as well as their tactics and results..."
When he retrieved Ash's information, he also had an intuitive understanding of Ash:
"According to my information, you are a C type, a typical aggressive type [the type that uses force to overwhelm everything].
"If you frequently use one Pokémon, you can easily defeat all of the opponent's Pokémon."
"In the official tournament, we only sent out one Pokémon in every match and won."
"It was with this kind of strong strength that we won the championship in the Indigo Plateau Conference."
"Later, when we played against Trainer Drake in the Orange Alliance Winners Cup, we sent out all six Pokémon."
"But no matter how you look at it, it seems like it's giving your Pokémon more opportunities to appear and have more experiences."
"And I did this specifically to leave six Pokémon's handprints in the Orange Alliance's Hall of Champions..."
Well, his analysis in this regard is quite good.
At that time, when challenging the Orange Alliance Winner's Cup, the winning Trainer had to press his six Pokémon and the Trainer's own handprints on the template.
If he didn't even take out six Pokémon, it would be too disrespectful to the Orange Alliance and would be too disrespectful to this Alliance.
This also shows that this guy named Shingo is indeed good at data collection and analysis.
"In short, winning two regional championship trophies in a row is enough to show that you are very strong. It is real strength, not just luck..."
"It's really impressive that she is just a new trainer and has such ability and achievements."
Having said this, he raised his head, showed an approving look and nodded slightly:
"A Trainer with such strength and record is worthy of being my Rival."
As he said this, he closed his laptop, stood up and prepared to walk outside:
"Come on, let me see what a champion's battle looks like~!!"
He felt quite good about himself and was talking nonsense there.
In response, Ash just raised his head and glanced at him lightly, and then did not move at all.
"Um?"
Shingo realized something was wrong and frowned: "What do you mean?"
"I didn't say I wanted to fight you~~~"
Ash said leisurely: "The so-called battle is nothing more than the wishful thinking between you two, a father and a son, who feel good about yourself.
He didn't spare any face at all, and looked at Muramasa beside him and said: "It is said that if a son is not taught well, it is the fault of the father.
"The main reason your son can behave like this is closely related to you as a father."
Shingo is Muramasa's son and his most outstanding disciple.
However, Shingo disagrees with his father's philosophy. He is convinced that he has figured out the deepest meaning of battles between Pokémon.
He believes that no one's ability can surpass the information and that he cannot find a trainer better than himself, so he refuses training.
In order to make Shingo recall the feeling of fighting again, Muramasa wants to find an excellent Trainer to fight with him.
Ash is the powerful Trainer he finally met.
Shingo has refused to train for more than a year. Even if he wins every battle, he is limited to the disciples in this gym.
He thought that by using a computer, he could understand all the battles in the world.
This is very rude to a Pokémon Trainer.
Confusing information with combat is a complete misunderstanding. If you are always on the battlefield, you should have the mentality of being on the battlefield at all times.
"If you're as good as you say you are, you should travel."
"You can challenge gyms to get badges, participate in Alliance Conferences, or fight against various Pokémon in the attached towns.
"These are the best ways to prove your own strength..."
Ash glanced at Shingo, who had an unpleasant look on his face, and said, "The so-called information collected alone cannot be used as proof of your strength.
"Rival, you are not even worthy of my serious look or positive treatment."
Ash's words were so merciless that Shingo's face turned pale and red.
"Are you afraid of fighting me...
Shingo was so angry that he said, "That's why I said such a thing..."
"Scared? I think you've made a mistake."
Ash no longer had the desire to talk to him:
"You have to know that even if you tell others, you say that I, a two-time champion, am afraid of you, a guy who stays in a gym and only knows how to look at data?"
"Are the people outside laughing at you, laughing at you, or laughing at you?"
Ash continued to fire at full force: "What kind of champion are you and what kind of champion am I?"
"Without even the honor of being able to take action, you dare to call yourself the so-called strongest Trainer..."
Ash shook his head and was too lazy to say anything further.
"Let's go, Xiaogang, Misty.
He stood up and called his two companions to leave together.
"Wait a minute!!"
Shingo couldn't bear it any longer and shouted there.
Especially when he saw the disciples around the dojo, they were all looking at him with subtle eyes.
Shingo felt a fiery wrath in his heart.
"Just because you won two championships, you think you are so great?!!"
Shingo took out his Pokémon ball and said, "I want to show you how powerful the data is!!"
"Go, Bray!!" (acag)
Bang!
The Poké Ball opens, revealing a Pokémon inside.
Click.
Two large red pincers opened and closed, and a new Scizor appeared in the field.
Well, Shingo's Pokémon is also a Scizor, and he named it Bray.
In terms of appearance, it is even more powerful and has a brighter luster than his father Muramasa's Scizor Masamune.
B...
For Ash, this was still nothing to worry about.
He still didn't turn around and walked out of the dojo.
"Don't go! You haven't seen how powerful my braiding is..."
However, no matter how Shingo shouted, Ash still walked out without looking back.
Seeing Ash and the others about to walk out of the gate of the dojo, Shingo's eyes flashed with ruthlessness.
"Bree, rush forward and use the alloy claws~!"
Since you don't want to fight me, then I will make you fight me!!
Shingota directly chose to let his Scizor launch the attack.
Whoosh~!!
Shingo's Scizor Bray also suddenly turned into a red Flash and rushed behind Ash and the others.
"So, this sneak attack is exactly the same as your father's...
Ash's footsteps still did not stop, only the faint sound of words rang out.
"It's really ugly."
"Hey~!!"
The moment Ash finished speaking, a Gengar suddenly emerged from the shadows beneath his feet.
Then, as it appeared, it fired several Shadow Balls in succession from its hands.
Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh!!
He blasted straight towards the attacking Scizor.
Boom~!!
Even if Scizor turned into a red Flash, even if Scizor had a very fast speed.
Gengar's Shadow Ball could always find the target accurately, as if it had been positioned, and bombarded Scizor with all of it.
In an instant, thick dust and smoke rose in the venue due to the explosion.
Phew!
Scizor's figure was directly affected by the destructive force of the explosion and flew out from the dust and smoke.
"Schisor?!!"
Shingo's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly ran towards the Scizor who was lying on the ground with a charred body.
At this moment, he didn't even care about his most important computer in Last Resort.
"Are you okay, Scizor?!!"
He walked over and asked.
But it was obvious that Scizor was completely unable to say anything.
Its eyes were already full of circles and spiral patterns, and it just fell to the ground.
And judging from its appearance, it doesn't look like nothing happened at all~~
"This Gengar does not appear in the data at all..."
Shingo gritted his teeth and whimpered from his throat.
Whether Ash participated in the Indigo Plateau Conference or the Orange Alliance Winners Cup, there was no record of him sending Gengar out.
Shingo's computer also did not contain any information about Gengar.
"So, just blindly collecting information is of no use to the powerful Trainers, right?!"
At this moment, Shingo was deeply shocked in his heart.
He found that the data and information intelligence tactics that he had always been proud of were completely useless when facing Ash.
A Gengar appeared from the opponent's Solaceon and easily knocked down his Scizor Bray in a few moves.
Then there is no guarantee that there are other hidden and powerful Pokémon in the information he doesn't know and hasn't collected...
If you think about it this way, the information he collected is basically nothing~~~
"So, the situation between Pokémon Trainers cannot be measured or replaced by information or intelligence..."
A strong hand patted Shingo's shoulder as he was thinking silently.
His father, Cun, was standing there and said solemnly, "On the battlefield, things change rapidly."
"There are all kinds of situations that go beyond the data and intelligence."
"If there is no excellent improvisational command ability and Trainer response to respond to it."
"After all, I still can't grow into an excellent Trainer."
Muramasa said in a deep voice: "At least, the Trainer you met before you has already given you the answer in this regard, right?"
Shingo said nothing, but just watched Ash and the others leave in silence.
But at this moment, he didn't even look at the laptop scattered on the ground at his feet, which already explained his mood.
Maybe, it's time to start over again in some aspects~~~
"Ash, this is the first time I see you being so strict with someone."
After leaving Muramasa's gym, Misty looked at Ash curiously and said, "You even used Gengar."
"I can't help it. I hate sneak attacks the most. Who made this father and son carry out sneak attacks one after another~"
"And both the father and the son seem to feel good about themselves~~~"
Ash waved his hand slightly. He didn't overturn the dojo, which was already considered a good temper for him.
There is no way, since I am now the secret investigator of the Pokémon Alliance.
No matter how big or small, you are still an official. When you go out and walk in the region, you still have to pay attention to the impact~
"But then again, where are we now?!"
Misty didn't think much about it. Instead, after walking out of Muramasa's dojo, they seemed to be lost again.
They are currently located in a vast forest.
The natural air smells fresh, but the direction is a bit confusing.
However, according to past practice, the more such places are, the more likely they are to be haunted.
"Hey, you guys~!!"
Sure enough, a frivolous young man wearing a red vest with a green shirt underneath, a cross-body bag, and purple bangs on his head walked out of the woods.
"Have you seen Cyndaquil around here?"
His tone was aggressive and impolite, just as his appearance revealed.
The whole person stood there with an air of recklessness, looking at Ash and his group unscrupulously.
"Cyndaquil? Is there any Cyndaquil here?"
Xiaogang was slightly startled. Will there be Fire Type Pokémon in the Normal forest?