Pokémon Farm Story

This situation is not as good as the show effect when the trainers of both teams personally take to the field, pick up their own Pokémon and smash them into the opponent's face.

The event organizer may have also considered this possibility.

Therefore, we plan to directly select the top 3 teams through three elimination rounds, with the teams playing in the order of the group draw in each round.

As I said before, this competition is not very large.

The number of trainers who signed up for the competition is relatively small, but this is relative to the Donghuang Alliance.

The uncles on the street might be very capable fighters.

"I'm in Group 3."

Mei, who sat next to Natsume, seemed to be in a good mood.

He looked like he was in a bad mood when he was off the court.

Natsume adjusted his clothes a little awkwardly, but ultimately chose not to move his butt to the side.

I have to admit, Natsume isn't very good at dealing with girls.

If it's just chatting or playing games, there's no problem.

But if it involves deeper content, it would touch upon Natsume's vast blind spots in knowledge.

"This is your first time participating in a competition. Are you feeling nervous, Natsume?"

Picking up the bell from the ground and putting it on her lap, Mei looked at Natsume with some curiosity.

In fact, Mei didn't see any nervous expression on Natsume's face.

It remained peaceful from beginning to end.

It has been like this since I first met Natsume.

"Nervous? That's not bad."

"At least not in terms of combat."

"If I have to say, standing in front of so many people actually makes me more nervous."

Natsume is very confident in Yaya and the others and is not worried about losing.

This is one of the reasons why I'm not nervous.

Another important reason is that Natsume doesn't care much about this game.

Win or lose, it's all the same.

Well, that's what Natsume said after he was sure that he would win.

Maybe this is what is called the ease of a strong person.

What was nerve-wracking was that it was the first time I was fighting in such an occasion.

Natsume has never liked occasions with a lot of people.

I always feel uncomfortable being watched by others.

Compared to those who are born to perform under the spotlight, Natsume feels that he is still far behind.

Sometimes Natsume himself would joke that he might not be born to be a trainer.

Where are the social anxiety trainers?

"I see. I was very nervous when I first entered the competition."

"That was when I was about to graduate from high school, and I participated in a competition."

"It's the so-called new baby cup."

Mei began to talk about her previous experience in participating in competitions.

The mood at that time, the tension of preparation, the excitement of fighting, etc.

It clearly happened just last year, but somehow it feels like a long time has passed.

Natsume just listened quietly at the side, nodding from time to time to agree with Mei.

Some people say that no matter whether it is a boy or a girl, when a person is willing to tell you stories about his past.

This proves that at this moment, you have a certain weight in his heart.

Well, except Batman and the Joker.

Soon, the elimination round began.

"Then I'll go first, Mei."

Natsume casually stuffed Zoroark and Togepi into Mei's arms, stood up and stretched his stiff body.

Although he didn't take the initiative to move away, Natsume still felt a little unnatural during the conversation just now.

The result is that maintaining a posture for a long time has resulted in no place in my body feeling comfortable.

"come on! Come on!"

Mei raised her pink little fist and waved it to cheer for Natsume.

Walking along the dim contestant passage, a dazzling light suddenly came on the moment I stepped out of the venue.

No cheering, no shouting.

There were indeed quite a few people sitting in the audience seats on both sides of the arena.

But it doesn't look like the mood is high.

It feels more like they are just here to support the crowd.

Yes, competitions of this scale are basically just entertainment after dinner.

If someone told Natsume that the people in the stands were actors and officially invited, Natsume would believe it.

Just like when we were in school, the school would force us to watch movies and activities. I can only say that everyone was doing it for a living.

"The first round of eliminations has officially begun."

"The battle rules are 1vs1, each side uses a Pokémon, and when one Pokémon loses its ability to fight or loses its will to fight, the other side wins."

The referee on the sidelines announced the rules of the fight.

The knockout rounds are usually a 1v1 process, and only in the final round will it become a 3vs3 battle.

The advantage of 1vs1 is that you don't have to consider too many tactics, just send out the strongest Pokémon you have.

The downside is that it is difficult for players with mediocre skills to hide their tricks.

It is said that every year in the knockout rounds of major competitions there are always guys who try to hide their strength and end up getting defeated.

For Natsume, there is nothing particularly easy to hide.

Opposite Natsume was a young boy with a youthful look on his face. The Poké Ball he held tightly in his hand showed his inner nervousness.

It seems that like Natsume, this is his first time playing a game.

However, compared to the boy opposite, Natsume seemed a lot more relaxed.

"The battle begins."

As the referee announced the start of the battle, Natsume and the boy opposite threw out the Poké Balls at the same time.

"Come on, Shuttlecock Flower!"

"Raven, come and fight."

The shuttlecock flower, with a determined look and full of fighting spirit, emerged from the blooming white light, and at this moment it was ready for battle.

Once upon a time, it was just a weak grass, and its strength was very weak at that time.

But now! It is already a mature shuttlecock flower!

This time, it must win everything! It vows to take back...

Before Jianzihua could finish expressing her lofty ambitions, an overwhelming shadow enveloped her.

Looking up blankly, a Pokémon that looked like a giant monster in a disaster movie (from the perspective of Kameka) was looking at it quietly.

There was no emotion in those scarlet pupils.

The petite shuttlecock flower looks like a small toy in front of the other party.

"Hua?"

Turning her head blankly, Jianzihua looked at the equally dumbfounded trainer.

I'm typing this, seriously?

"Don't give up, Shuttlecock Flower!"

“Think about our efforts and persistence during this period!”

"As long as we persist and don't give up, we will definitely win...right?"

As he spoke, the young man lost his confidence.

Kamagra is already the strongest Pokémon he has.

But he really saw no hope of winning at all.

Aura is a very mysterious thing.

But at this moment, the aura of the Steel Crow opposite was so powerful and dazzling.

"Hua?"

Will it win?

You ask me this?!

You're the trainer, bastard!

You should cheer up!

The battle isn't over yet!

Turning her head, Jianzihua tried hard to cheer herself up.

We have finally come this far, how can we give up just like that!

The pendant behind him ignored him.

The flower on the head trembled slightly, and a pink airflow suddenly rolled up.

Fairy wind!

The pink air currents rushed towards Steel Crow like a tide.

The shuttlecock flower itself also took this opportunity to leap into the air.

It's called flying, but it feels more like floating.

The moment Jianzihua made her move, Steelix, who had not moved since her debut, also moved.

The wings that were originally attached to the sides of the body opened and flapped violently.

Violent airflow surged out from between its wings, and the pink airflow disappeared in an instant.

It's like a small stream flowing into a big river.

"Hua!"

The shuttlecock flowers floating in the air were also blown up by the strong wind, and the world in front of me was spinning wildly.

Before Jianzihua could stabilize her body, a huge shadow attacked again.

The wings that looked like cast iron statues lit up with the light of the moves.

"Gah!"

Yan returns!

The wings, flashing with sharp light, hit the shuttlecock flower hard.

Or right in the middle of the face.

"Oh!"

The shuttlecock flower in the air flew backwards like a volleyball.