Growlithe’s Persistence and Anger

Misty watched as Rope took Charmeleon back into the ball with a stoic expression on his face. Instead of rushing to release the Pokémon to start the battle, she opened her mouth and said to Rope, "Your Charmeleon, it's going to be strong."

Rope nodded silently, "I never doubted that."

Charmeleon's talent was excellent, but other than that, Growlithe's talent was going to be even better than Charmeleon's, but if it really came down to a fight between Growlithe and Charmeleon, Rope didn't think Charmeleon would lose at all.

Charmeleon's fighting spirit was too strong, probably because he wasn't trusted by his trainer, the kid from Viridian City Mayor family, and Charmeleon was always looking to win when he started fighting. If he can't win he must also impress his opponent. Even if it means trading injury for injury.

Rope had no intention of stopping him from such behavior. Such behavior was not necessarily bad for a Pokémon. Moreover, Rope's responsibility as a trainer was to prevent Charmeleon from getting too many injuries through his command.

Winning is the goal, and it's the trainer's responsibility to keep his partner as safe as possible.

If you can't do that then you're an unqualified trainer, of course Charmeleon this doesn't count, it's not a big injury, just go to the Pokémon Center and get treated, and there won't be any secret injuries.

"Let's continue our battle, Misty."

Rope said with a flat face.

Misty took a deep breath, then removed an unused Pokéball from her waist.

Rope also removed a Pokéball from his own waist.

It was still raining because Gyarados' Rain Dance effect was still in effect. But neither Rope nor Misty had any intention of taking an umbrella. Sue had previously received the umbrella from Daisy and wanted to go and give it to Rope, but Rope refused.

Sue was puzzled but didn't insist.

Rope is on fire, and this little bit of rain didn't affect him as much as it might have. It was obvious Misty just wanted a rainy day to get the weather advantage.

Otherwise Gyarados' Rain Dance would be more powerful than that.

Naturally, Misty didn't care about the rain. As a mermaid, she would only find this rain comforting to her body.

Rope and Misty looked at each other, and in unison, they threw out the Pokéball in their hands together.

"Out with it, Poliwrath!"

"Over to you Growlithe!"

Poliwrath's appearance didn't make much noise, it just silently posed to show off its muscles before diving into the water.

Having seen its opponent's ferocious methods, it wouldn't lightly choose to directly confront its opponent. Right now, the speed increase brought about by the Rainy World's Easy Traveling trait, and the large amount of water provided by the Field of Water, was its greatest advantage.

And the opponent was a Fire-type Pokémon, who generally speaking did not take the initiative to go into the water.

Poliwrath's eyes flashed with wit, he, Poliwrath, was a Pokémon who fought with his brain!

On the other hand, Growlithe landed on the ground and let out a "woof", then sat on the ground and looked at Rope with bated breath.

Rope utilized the innate understanding between Growlithe and understood what this guy meant, and then asked with an unusually complex expression on his face.

"Do you, really want to do this?"

If one looked closely, one would realize that Rope's cheeks were trembling slightly, and although one didn't know what kind of tawdry idea Growlithe had come up with, it seemed so...

The odds are it's not a normal idea.

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Growlithe spits out his tongue and squints at Rope with a smirk.

Rope held his forehead, then waved his hand in disgust, signaling Growlithe to feel free.

Growlithe jumped up excitedly, then chased his tail in place for two laps before taking a jump... and diving into the water in one go...

[What kind of suicidal new move is this????]

Misty, Sue, and Daisy stared at Growlithe, who entered the water with elegant aerial movements and extremely tiny splashes, with wide eyes in unison; it couldn't be said that they were dumbfounded, right, but they were definitely at a loss for words.

Have you ever seen anyone's Fire-type Pokémon voluntarily enter the water while fighting a Water-type Pokémon?

They coincidentally looked at Rope in unison, the doubt in their eyes on the verge of turning into substance and overflowing.

[Is this Growlithe the one you sent out to liven up the atmosphere?]

Rope saw such a sentence in their eyes.

He sighed softly powerlessly, then shook his head without saying anything.

He didn't want to, he also wanted to have a normal match, but for some reason, as soon as Growlithe got involved, everything had to change, even the style.

Of course, Growlithe should be able to win, or else Rope wouldn't have let him take such an unnecessary risk.

Although Rope didn't have much certainty either, but since Growlithe wanted to try, there was no need for him to organize it...

[So unlucky... Why do I have a natural rapport with this damn dog? Is it because he and I are too similar? No, no, no, that's impossible. It must be because I am too upright, so Growlithe is here to make up for my shortcomings, that must be it! ]

And with that, Rope completed a self-hypnosis.

As for the actual situation... we all know what's going on...

And inside the water, Poliwrath looked at Growlithe who jumped into the water.

No, what's going on here?

A Fire-type Pokémon voluntarily burrowing into the water?

Is there such a good thing?

Poliwrath didn't feel that he was gullible either. He now only thought that this Growlithe must be Rope's Pokémon that came to make up the numbers, who would be so stupid as to have a serious Pokémon?

This head that was sent to the door, God giveth and taketh not away.

Poliwrath hesitated for only three seconds at the sight of the situation, and there was a second of confusion, a second of doubt, and a second of thinking about the position in which he should beat up Growlithe.

Then Poliwrath leapt right out from under the water like a black and blue lightning bolt.

Then it slammed hard into Growlithe's stomach.

That said, how come all the Pokémon bred by this Misty guy like to hit their stomachs?

Poliwrath charged hard. But the moment he hit Growlithe he felt something was wrong...

It was too light... too submissive... he, didn't resist...

Poliwrath subconsciously felt bad, but by now they had broken out of the water into the air.

This was the kind of attack Poliwrath had thought of before, and it was cool!

But now, the script didn't seem to be going that way.

Growlithe endured the pain, his eyes filled with a fierce divine light.

Opening his mouth, his teeth were covered with flames that looked like substance.

Fire Fang.

He bit Poliwrath's hand.

There was also a white light flashing on his body.

Revenge!

[This is for Charmeleon. I'm giving it back to you.]

[Accept the wrath of me and my companions!]