Jiang Feng's sharp eyes caught the sand by Fatty's feet, and he groaned.
"Snuck up Spikemuth Peak to peep at the women's changing room again?"
Spikemuth Town wasn't coastal, but oddly, Spikemuth Peak had a saltwater lake—Cliff Lake, rumored to connect to the ocean floor.
Its claim to fame? Geyser fountains!
Cherry blossoms fluttered, making it a prime wild battle hotspot.
Sunshine, sandy shores, bikini babes, and scenic views—it was a rare tourist gem.
Legend had it Groudon's Precipice Blades once tore the earth, linking the lake to the sea, birthing tidal geysers.
But time dulled the fountains' vigor—less splash, fewer visitors.
Fatty, a repeat offender, cloaked himself every few days to creep on the lake's changing rooms.
"You know nothing! This is artistic sacrifice!"
"Your boy's gathering material for a novel—unprecedented, unmatched! A classic!"
"Got the title already: Yandere Gardevoir Falls for Me! Whaddaya think?"
Fatty beamed, lost in his delulu world.
"A coded novel?"
A Gardevoir waifu book? Bold concept.
But with Fatty's failing-grade writing—misspelling even leave slips—readable?
Maybe if you yeet your brain.
Jiang Feng shook his head. Fatty's a theory god, all talk. Couldn't even master Fitness 81 Forms.
No experience, no skill—just yolo vibes.
What flavor could he write?
"Lame. Your last piece—How to Reform a Fallen Girl—made me puke."
He opened his door, released Blaziken, ready to shower and crash.
"That was a fluke! You know zip! This'll blow up!"
Fatty grumbled, yanking out his notebook, squatting by the living room couch, scribbling like a madman.
Grind authors stay up all night!
"Match tomorrow—you not sleeping?"
Fatty's a sleaze, but his cloaking skills carried him through prelims.
"Fat Lord's inspired! Two万 words tonight!"
"No sleep, I grind! Matches? Pfft!"
Fatty's passion blazed, a creative inferno.
Night before the big tourney?
Same as me sneaking out pre-finals for arcade all-nighters.
Jiang Feng silently thumbs-upped—my old vibe!
Recalled Blaziken post-snack, showered, and hit the sack.
Next morning.
Wei Fatty, up all night, face greasy, eyes bloodshot, still hyped.
Proudly shoved his masterpiece at Jiang Feng.
"This it? Where's the two万 words?"
A single page—barely 300 words.
Elementary essay?
Bet the plot didn't even unbutton. What's there to read? I'm staring at void!
"This short?"
"Worried for your future wife."
"You know squat! Condensed is prime! Read it!"
Jiang Feng frowned, scanning:
One day,
I saved a stunning Gardevoir at Cliff Lake!
Love at first grab!
That moment,
I knew—time to fall!
Hand in hand, we strolled under the sunset.
Shadow Clones merged slow.
Then—BAM!
A gut-punch truth! Arceus!
It was…
…
"How's that? Epic, right?!"
Fatty, smug, clutched his draft.
Jiang Feng's face was stone, unreadable.
Then—BAM!—kicked at Fatty!
"Panicked, lil' punk got mad!"
"Bro code—come chop me! Wuhu takeoff!"
Fatty, ready, dodged and bolted, cackling.
"Dead fatty, wait—I'm chatting life and dreams with Xiao Li tonight!"
Fatty zoomed back, groveling.
"Jiang Bro, Jiang King! My bad, I'm done! I'll rewrite!"
"My fault—you're the boss!"
"No… you're big and bad!"
Some cool blade bro: That's more like it. Teachable! Five-star vibes!
Sunrise.
New day, as promised.
Tourney semifinals kicked off.
After prelims' survival of the fittest, semifinalists had game.
Jiang Feng's first foe? Spikemuth's Rain God, Xiao Jing!
One-punch Poliwrath and his rain-summoning Trainer—iconic.
Jiang Feng glanced skyward.
Yup.
No moves yet, and it's pouring!
"Yo, who gets it? Trainer with auto-rain buff!"
"Rain God slays—I'm sold!"
"Truth: Poliwrath's Drizzle!"
"Nah, Swift Swim! Rain boosts its Speed!"
"Blaziken's screwed—rain counters hard!"
Fire-type Blaziken, annoyed, shook off wet feathers. My drip's ruined!
Hates rain—no contest.
Match start!
Poliwrath didn't mess around—Dig, Belly Drum, Rest! One-shot combo!
Each move Competent-tier, but chained? Perfect synergy, insane power!
Speed, strength—tough fight!
Blaziken can't Earthquake, no interrupt.
Tried clawing the ground, Rock Smash for a cross-mountain hit.
No Dig setup, ground too thick—barely tickled Poliwrath.
If Poliwrath buffs up, its max Attack—how's Blaziken tanking?
"Blaziken, Bulk Up!"
Jiang Feng had simmed this yesterday.
Power's nothing if it misses—all reactionaries are paper Torkoal!
"Spit some smoke for the crowd!"
Blaziken opened wide, belching sticky Smokescreen over the field! No fire? Smoke's hype enough!
Mist swirled—rain even thinned!
Darkness swallowed the arena!
Poliwrath, bursting up for action, froze, spooked.
What?! Pitch black, can't see my claws!
Snoozed a sec—how's it night?
Where's that pretty-boy chicken?
"Poliwrath, Water Gun sweep!"
Rain God stayed sharp, ordering a wide spray—nowhere to hide!
Poliwrath calmed, following.
But thick Water Gun sweeps? No Blaziken!
Fog thick.
Where'd Blaziken go?!