Irido's mind was broken.
He looked at the Gastly that floated out of the shadows with a sardonic grin on its face, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.
You say you're angry... then indeed you should be angry at your own negligence and carelessness. But if you want to say you feel nothing... this feeling of being attacked from behind and then finished off is really bad!
His lips pursed tightly, and he didn't look at Rope, just silently collected Beautifly with Pokéball.
"Thanks for the hard work, Beautifly."
A soft smile appeared on his face before he chuckled at Beautifly.
Beautifly's Pokéball wiggled in response to his words.
Rope nodded at this, it looked like this man was nice even though he hated himself for some reason.
People who were nice to Pokémon were essentially nice. There might be this and that bigotry. But the nature must be good. Just like Rope, although he disagreed with N's ideas and style. But for N's opinion he is a one are holding a not bad attitude.
Thinking of freeing Pokémon from Pokéball is childish.
After all, Pokéball is not just a bond, but also a commitment from both sides.
Pokéball is like a bridge between trainers and Pokémon.
But this heart for the sake of Pokémon always left nothing to criticize.
Irido glanced at Rope, who had an appreciative face, and instantly felt as if his hostility was really useless...
Against the other rich and second-generation people who took up resources but accomplished nothing, he could easily defeat them. Even when relying on few resources.
But against Rope, he felt a twinge of powerlessness...
Gastly had just defeated Beautifly without showing a few moments of strength at all. It was just the strange and bizarre way of attacking that was surprising.
He took a deep breath, then with a slight gaze in his eyes, he unhooked a second Pokéball from his waist.
"Come out, Delcatty!"
White light flashed, and a large light yellow cat with a purple mane appeared on the field.
Delcatty looked lazy standing on the field. It didn't look like it had much spirit.
On the side of the field, Daisy frowned slightly, "Delcatty? A Pokémon with an extremely gentle temperament, even if the nest is occupied by another Pokémon, it will just change the place to sleep. This kind of Pokémon... is seriously not suitable for fighting, it's more suitable for living together."
Cynthia had also heard of this kind of Pokémon and nodded, "If I remember correctly, this kind of Pokémon is still quite common at Pokémon Contests. After all, the key consideration of Pokémon Contest isn't actually sparring. But using Delcatty directly in a regular tournament. isn't there something to rely on?"
As they said that, they both turned their own gazes to Wallace who was off to the side.
"Actually, there are ways to nurture Delcatty, such as delaying the evolution as much as possible, so that the evolved Delcatty also remains full of energy at all times, in which case Delcatty will be much more spirited."
Wallace also frowned, then said, "But actually the effect is still very general. Rope wrote a 'rivers and mountains are easy to change, but nature is difficult' sentence in his thesis I always like it."
"Pokémon's nature is an amazing thing. Even some Pokémon's natures can develop into their traits. Like Slaking."
"But you guys, that Delcatty doesn't look like anything less than battle-hardened."
Cynthia and Daisy naturally noticed. That Delcatty looked aggressive...
"That's rare, but the world is a big place."
Cynthia was also in awe.
This is the charm of Pokémon! Each Pokémon has its own unique character just like every person. You can always see yourself in Pokémon. Whether it's arrogant or affectionate, fervent or elegant.
"Your Delcatty is great!"
Rope said as he looked at the Delcatty that appeared to be standing lazily, but with a desire to fight under its eyes.
"Of course, Delcatty is one of my most important companions!"
As he said this, Irido's tone had a pride in it that was hard to hide.
Rope nodded, still hadn't changed his mind about teaching the little guy a lesson, but his opinion of Irido was already much improved. It was just that this trainer still had a positive outlook.
"Battle! Begin!"
The referee saw that Rope wasn't talking either, and waved the flag violently to announce the start of the match.
"Gastly, Sucker Punch."
"Delcatty, Play Rough!"
Gastly turned into a black stream of light and crashed straight towards Delcatty. Since both of them used their skills at the same time, it was too late for Irido to modify his command now.
The black stream of light crashed into Delcatty's body.
Delcatty screamed in pain, then endured the pain and used Play Rough.
Speaking of Play Rough, the big event was still pleasing to the eye as if it was a dance.
"I can only say that it's worthy of being a coordinator. Every move is full of beauty...''
Rope couldn't help but sigh as well. Compared to the trainer's Strong is Beautiful, the Coordinators were still very mindful of the existence of beauty itself.
Gastly was similarly struck, then endured the pain and quickly moved away.
If it wasn't for the fact that her body type wasn't so slender, then Gastly would really have the feeling of an assassin.
One hit misses and disappears a thousand miles away. Unfortunately, killing the opponent in seconds wasn't that simple.
After all, real Pokémon battles were not a numerical competition...
"Gastly, Icy Wind."
Rope commanded in a slightly casual manner.
Gastly's light blue ice energy surged from his body as he stepped back, and a cold wind mixed with icy gravel surged towards Delcatty.
"Delcatty avoid it!"
Delcatty knew that this move couldn't be taken hard, and obediently listened to her master's words choosing to avoid it for the time being.
"Anticipate the landing point, Curse!"
This was one of the basic training that Rope had given Pokémon, and Gastly had done quite well.
So this time the prejudgement... hit!
Purple and black ghost-based energy surged towards Delcatty's landing spot, quickly establishing a black and purple cord on both Delcatty and Gastly's Pokémon bodies.
Gastly gave a menacing grin before a purple and black nail appeared on his head.
The nail went into his body.
Gastly had a pained look on his face. But with a flash of white light on his body, his look eased a little.
One can only say that leftovers are always a god.
While Gastly's side of the face was in agony, Delcatty only felt a chill rush straight from the flesh pads into his brain, and his whole brain wasn't quite right anymore...
Delcatty, entered the Curse state!
"Delcatty!"
Irido frowned, before pulling out his Pokéball and preparing for a rotation.
"Mean Look!"
It was just a shame that before he could do anything, Rope had already given the order.
Gastly's big eyes took on a purple-black glow. Looking straight at Delcatty.
Once again ghost energy used on Delcatty. It was like a knot binding Delcatty tightly.
The red light released from Irido's Pokéball to retrieve Pokémon was bounced back.
A look of panic finally appeared on Irido's face.
"Delcatty! Evade first!"
Irido hurriedly ordered.
This kind of stone red couldn't be sent towards the opponent's head anymore. Evading was probably the best choice.
"Burn!"
Rope's tone was as calm and bland as ever. This was normal, after all, there was no need for someone who was winning to panic at all.
The spectators in the arena hadn't actually heard of this skill called 'Burn'. They could only take it as if Rope also had some self-created combo-style skills just like Irido...
But when the purple-black spectral energy that was wrapped around Delcatty's body burned up in an instant.
Purple-black flames scorched Delcatty, who let out an almost mournful scream.
"Delcatty!"
Irido shouted before pulling out his Pokéball once again and preparing to retrieve it.
But the red light still bounced off.
Irido looked at Rope with an unabashedly harsh gaze.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Rope met Irido's gaze and said blandly.
It wasn't like he was some kind of demon.
This burning was just having pain...
Because it's phantom pain...
This was Rope combining with Gastly's ghostly energy after awakening his new flame. Don't look at Delcatty screaming now. But there won't actually be any physical injuries at all.
Of course, how long the psychological shadow would last, Rope wouldn't know...
"Woe is me, settle him."
Rope didn't drag his feet and ordered directly.
"Gah-hiss!"
Gastly shouted all over, then a purple and black mist came out from his body and attacked towards Delcatty.
Delcatty was once again focused by the black mist, then showed a pained face, then fainted.
"Delcatty is incapacitated! Please ask Irido player to send the next Pokémon!"
The referee's decision was made quickly, and Irido's red retrieval ray appeared quickly as well.
Before the referee's words had even left his mouth, Delcatty had already been retrieved into the ball.
"Hard work, Delcatty."
Irido's face shows a look of pain.
Pokéball shook lightly as if to comfort Irido and tell him to relax.
Irido silently shook his head then put the ball back on his belt.
Seriously...the crowd on the sidelines jumped.
The screams of Delcatty just now were just too much. To say it was a wail would be an understatement.
The way they looked at Rope gradually became not quite right. Was such a vicious guy really worthy of becoming a trainer?
Of course, only newcomers or those who weren't trainers at all would feel that way.
League set up a bright and magnificent image for trainers. So many people think that trainers are a bright profession.
But in reality, the darkness that trainers were exposed to was much more than they thought.
Ash looked at Brother Rope, who was so cold-faced on the field, and there was a strange feeling rising in his heart.
The Rope he saw was always gentle. Even when he was impatient, he just grumbled and would definitely fulfill your requests if he could.
But now it seemed... what he knew about Rope was only far from enough...
"So this is the trainer, Ash..."
Whitley's voice suddenly rang in Ash's ears.
Ash looked towards Whitley, who had a cold face and resembled Rope by eight points.
"Is it that simple for a trainer to defeat an opponent?"
Without waiting for Ash to speak, Whitley muttered to himself, "Of course not, because the heart of every Pokémon that voluntarily steps into battle is determined. They all came for the sake of victory and will fall in pursuit of it."
"Do you think Rope is cruel? No...there are more cruel behaviors and moves that exist in this world. If you become a trainer, you'll be exposed to them sooner or later."
Whitley's words were cold and hard. It also uncovered for Ash a piece of the trainer's cover that wasn't covered by himself.
Ash looked to Daisy as if for help.Daisy just stroked his head.
He looked to Cynthia, who shook her head at him and said, "If you don't think you can do it, Ash, you don't have to, but... you're going to run into it, because that's just the way it is."
He finally looked to Wallace who had the most elegant style.
Wallace looked at the teenager who hadn't yet embarked on his journey, but would soon, and said, "I used to aspire to be elegant everywhere. But there's always an ugly side to the world. So does everyone. And...Rope's flames aren't exactly a dishonorable move...cloning, transformation...those are the real dishonorable aspects of trainers. Moves...don't say much at all."
Ash's young mind received a great shock...was this the world of the adults?
He meant to ask that...
But they told him that too.
This was the world of trainers. If you can't accept it, don't set foot on it.
"No! I must become a trainer!"
Ash said as he looked at the crowd.
"And I'm going to do it better than Brother Rope!"
His tone was firm and emotional.
Wallace looked at the teenager in front of him, who obviously didn't resemble himself much, but always had the feeling that he was giving a glimpse of himself back then, and nodded appreciatively, "I believe in you, Ash, you're going to be a great trainer in the future!"
"Go for it, Ash!"
There was a lot of chatter off the field, but things weren't so good on the field.
Gastly was still drifting around in the middle of the field. Uncertain in his movements, elusive in his trajectory, but seemingly capable of delivering a powerful blow to the Pokémon Irido's sent onto the field at every turn.
At least that's how it seemed to Irido...
The tiny Gastly...had taken the shape of a Daemon...
"Will player Irido please send out the next Pokémon!"
The referee urged again.
"Not fighting? Admit defeat if you're not going to fight...no shame."
Rope's face remained expressionless, as if stating a fact.
Irido looked at Rope's face, trying to see any hint of sarcasm, mockery, excitement in his expression...but alas, there was nothing.
"Will contestant Irido please send the next Pokémon!"
Silence.
Outbursts.
"Come out Gallade!!!"
A humanoid Pokémon with green hair and a white body appeared in the field.
"Pokémon trainer! Never admit defeat!"
Irido nearly growled.
Rope laughed. He finally saw what he wanted to see in Irido.
"Evolve, Gastly, give him respect!"