Aimi's hand shook, and she almost dropped the vegetables on the floor.
"Sister Delia! What are you saying!"
Seeing Aimi's reaction, Delia laughed even more happily: "I was just asking, don't be nervous."
Aimi blushed and said nothing.
But in her mind, she couldn't help but think of Roy.
Earlier in the wild, when he commanded Pikachu to beat back the Hitmonchan, the calm and collected way he looked was truly handsome.
And when he helped her up, the feeling of his hand touching her arm...
Aimi's face turned even redder.
Delia saw it all, smiling without a word.
...
Over an hour later, the food was served.
Four dishes and one soup. Although they were home-cooked, they were colorful, fragrant, and delicious.
"Dinner is served! Dinner is served!" Misty was the first to rush over, swallowing her saliva as she looked at the dishes on the table.
Ayano smiled and invited everyone to sit down.
"Delia, your cooking is really good, much better than mine."
Delia waved her hand: "You are too kind."
Everyone sat around together and began to eat.
Misty ate the most happily, her chopsticks constantly shoveling food into her mouth.
Roy ate elegantly, but his speed was not slow.
Aimi sat next to Roy, glancing at him from time to time, then quickly lowering her head.
Ayano noticed her daughter's abnormality, and a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes.
"Roy," she began.
"Hmm?" Roy looked up.
"I heard from Aimi that you are going to participate in the P1 Fighting Tournament?"
"Yes."
"That competition is not child's play." Ayano said: "Anthony fought in it once before and was beaten so badly that he lost face, which is why he is now obsessed with it, always wanting to win the Champion title. You shouldn't be like him."
Roy nodded: "Auntie, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
It was rare for Aimi's home to have such a happy scene.
With more people around, Ayano's complexion improved quite a bit.
...
After the meal, Delia helped Ayano clean up the dishes.
Misty hiccupped, sitting on the sofa and rubbing her stomach.
Aimi pulled Roy to the corner of the living room and took out a small box from the cabinet.
The box was not big, made of wood, and the surface was a bit old, but it was wiped very clean.
Aimi opened the box and took out a small booklet from inside.
"This was left by my grandfather."
Roy took the booklet and flipped through it.
It had handwritten text, accompanied by some simple drawings.
"Fighting-Type Pokémon Combat Techniques"
"My grandfather was a very powerful Fighting-type Trainer when he was young." Aimi introduced.
"This booklet is his lifetime of experience."
She paused and sighed.
"I originally wanted to teach my father. But my father threw it away after one glance, saying something about how grandfather's punches weren't fast enough, and definitely not ruthless enough."
"He said the real kung fu is what he explored himself in street fighting."
Roy flipped through a few pages.
It was indeed written in great detail.
How to exert force, how to move, how to predict the opponent's movements...
There were also some tactics against different Fighting-type Pokémon.
"Although I haven't really raised any Pokémon, I have read this booklet many times."
"I think what my grandfather wrote is really amazing. If you can learn it, you will definitely be able to defeat my father's Hitmonchan."
She looked at Roy with anticipation in her eyes.
"Mr. Roy, I can teach you."
Roy closed the booklet and looked at her: "You will teach me?"
Aimi nodded: "I... although I haven't practiced in real combat, I have memorized all these techniques. And I can watch from the side and always help you correct your movements and such..."
"I know you are very strong, but the P1 Fighting Tournament is not just about the strength of the Pokémon; it also depends on the cooperation between the Trainer and the Pokémon, and the application of tactics. These things left by my grandfather will definitely be helpful."
With a secret manual, it would be a waste not to learn, so Roy nodded happily: "Okay, then I will trouble you."
Aimi's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Then let's go to the yard to practice now!"
...
The two came to the yard.
Calling it a yard, it was actually about the same as a wasteland.
The weeds were knee-high, and there were some unknown vines crawling everywhere. In the corner, there were a few old flower pots piled up, which looked like they hadn't been taken care of for a long time.
Aimi touched her head embarrassedly, her face slightly red.
"That... Mr. Roy, I'm sorry. It's just my mother and me at home. My mother is not in good health, and I have to go out to work part-time to subsidize the family expenses, so I really don't have time to clean this up..."
As she spoke, her voice got lower and lower, and her head lowered as well.
Roy looked around and waved his hand.
"Small problem."
After speaking, he took out a poké ball.
"Charmeleon, come out and get some activity."
A red light flashed, and Charmeleon appeared in the yard.
As soon as it came out, it saw the weeds all over the ground. It was stunned for a moment, then turned its head to look at Roy, its eyes filled with inquiry.
"Burn all these weeds." Roy pointed to the yard.
Charmeleon nodded and took a deep breath.
A flame spewed from its mouth, sweeping across the weeds in the yard.
The fire was well-controlled, only burning the weeds without spreading to other places. The weeds curled, charred, and finally turned into ashes in the flames.
In just a minute, the whole yard had changed.
The weeds were gone, the ground was exposed, and although there was still some black ash, at least it could be seen as an open space.
Roy took out another poké ball.
"Pidgeot, use Gust."
A huge Pidgeot appeared in the air, spreading its wings, almost covering half of the yard.
It flapped its wings, and a strong wind swept across the yard, blowing all the black ash into a pile in the corner.
The whole process was smooth and flowing, taking less than three minutes.
The originally overgrown wasteland was now a clean and flat open space.
Aimi stood on the side, completely stunned.
She opened her small mouth, her eyes wide, and she couldn't react for a long time.
Especially when Pidgeot appeared, she looked up at the giant bird, her breathing becoming rapid.
So big...
Really so big...
The size of this Pidgeot was a circle larger than any Pidgeot she had ever seen! And that wasn't all!
Those wings, those feathers, that sharp gaze...
"How is Mr. Roy's bird... so big?"
Aimi muttered to herself, her voice filled with unconcealable surprise.
Is this the strength of a powerful Trainer?
Even the Pokémon released casually have such a sense of oppression.
Roy recalled Pidgeot and Charmeleon and turned to look at her.
"Alright, we can practice now."
Aimi finally came back to her senses, two blushes appearing on her face.
She nodded quickly, but her heart was still thinking about the huge Pidgeot just now.
With such strength...
It seems that teaching her father a lesson can go very smoothly.
Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile of anticipation.
...
After cleaning up the yard, Roy released Primeape, who was preparing to participate in the fighting tournament this time.
A red light flashed, and Primeape landed on the ground.
As soon as it came out, it looked around, fists clenched, looking ready to fight at any time.
Seeing Aimi, it was stunned for a moment, then looked at Roy, its eyes filled with inquiry. Is this the opponent?
"No, look at you, getting impatient again." Roy patted its head: "Today is not about fighting, it's about learning."
Primeape tilted its head, looking confused.
Learning?
Learn what?
It, the dignified Primeape, was born to fight, does it still need to learn?
Roy saw its dissatisfaction and smiled: "You'll know in a while."
Aimi walked forward, carefully examining Primeape.
"It has a lot of spirit."
"The muscle lines are good, and the foundation is great. Mr. Roy has raised it really well."
Primeape heard the praise, puffed out its chest, looking proud.
But the next second, Aimi changed the subject.
"However... does it rely entirely on instinct when fighting?"
Roy nodded: "Yes, purely on brute force."
"Then that's it." Aimi smiled.
"Grandfather's notes wrote that the Primeape race is naturally belligerent, with great strength and fast speed, but the biggest drawback is that it has no rules. Fighting entirely on brute force, it can crush those who are weak, but when encountering those with techniques, it will be spun around."
Primeape understood that these words were talking about itself, so it was immediately unhappy, baring its teeth at Aimi.
Roy slapped the back of its head.
"Be honest, she is going to teach you skills."
Primeape covered its head and squatted to the side, aggrieved.
Aimi was amused, took out the booklet from the house, and opened one of the pages.
"Let's start with basic force-exerting techniques. Grandfather studied that although Primeape has great strength, the way it exerts force is wrong, and a lot of power is wasted. Just by adjusting it, the same punch can increase its power by more than 30%."
Roy raised an eyebrow: "Is there such a thing?"
"Yes, grandfather did experiments." Aimi nodded seriously, "Let's try it first."
She walked to the middle of the yard and began to explain.
"Primeape's punching mainly relies on the strength of the arm. But truly powerful boxing techniques require mobilizing the strength of the whole body. Feet, legs, waist, shoulders, and arms must form a whole, so that the punch can be heavy."
She gestured while talking.
"Look, when punching, the feet must first push off the ground, the force is transmitted from the feet to the legs, then to the waist, and when the waist turns, it drives the shoulders, and finally the arms."
She made a movement, although it looked unfamiliar, the stance was set quite correctly.
"That's about it."
Roy nodded and looked at Primeape.
"Did you understand?"
Primeape scratched its head, looking blank.
Aimi smiled: "It's okay, I'll teach you slowly."
She walked to Primeape's side and began to correct its posture hand by hand.
"Feet, spread out a little more. Yes, that's it."
"The waist must sink, yes, lower the center of gravity."
"When punching, the feet must push off the ground, not just relying on the arm to swing."
Although Primeape was irritable, it was quite serious when learning things.
Mainly because it found that after adjusting according to what Aimi said, the punch it threw really felt different.
More powerful, smoother.
Time passed quickly in the practice.
Aimi taught very patiently, correcting Primeape's movements over and over again.
Primeape also learned with great dedication, practicing more and more vigorously.
Roy watched from the side, nodding from time to time.
Originally, Primeape's attack attribute was high, and it could beat people all over the ground just by relying on physical strength to punch randomly.
Now that it has learned a set of rules...
Well, not bad.
It seems that a martial arts master is about to be traind.
In the future, I must watch Primeape so it doesn't take a wooden stick, otherwise it would be terrible if it hits the sky.
...
After practicing for more than an hour, Primeape had mastered the basic force exertion and movement.
It started to practice by itself.
Aimi wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked to Roy's side.
"Mr. Roy."
"Hmm?"
"Do... do you want to learn my family's boxing techniques too?"
Roy looked at her.
Aimi quickly explained: "I don't mean you are weak! I mean... this boxing technique can strengthen the body and be used for self-defense. Grandfather taught me some, and later I practiced it myself according to the secret manual, and the effect is really good."
She paused and continued.
"When my grandfather was young, he fought against a very powerful Fighting-type Trainer and gained a great advantage with this set of boxing techniques. I heard that the Trainer later became an Elite."
Roy raised an eyebrow.
Able to fight against a future Elite and still have an advantage?
This boxing technique is something.
He thought for a while, smiled and replied: "Aimi, I don't doubt the benefits of your boxing technique. However... if you teach me your family's secret boxing technique..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning was obvious.
This is your family's heirloom, is it appropriate to teach it to an outsider?
Aimi was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand.
"It doesn't matter! You promised to help me teach my father a lesson, and I don't even know how to thank you. We are like family now."
After speaking, she suddenly felt that this sentence was a bit wrong.
Family?
What does it mean to be like family?
Her face turned red instantly, and she waved her hand quickly.
"No, no! I didn't mean that you are my family! I mean I am your... no, no! I mean I consider you..."
The more she talked, the more confused she got, and the more confused she got, the more anxious she became.
She stomped her feet in anxiety, unable to speak clearly.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Mr. Roy, I usually just take care of my mother, I rarely communicate with people, and I became stupid all of a sudden..."
She covered her face, her ears turning bright red.
Roy looked at her appearance and couldn't help but laugh.
"It's okay, I understand what you mean."
Aimi peeked at him through her fingers, saw the gentle smile on his face, and her heart suddenly beat very fast.
She slowly lowered her hand and smiled slightly as well.
The two stood in the yard, looking at each other and smiling.
...
Meanwhile, inside the house.
Misty had been lying on the sofa for a long time, and her stomach was finally not bloated.
She got up, took a toothpick, put it in her mouth, and walked slowly to the door, wanting to see how the practice outside was going.
As a result, as soon as she poked her head out, she saw the two people standing facing each other in the yard, looking at each other and smiling.
Misty bit the toothpick, looking confused.
"Didn't they say they were practicing fighting techniques? Which move is smiling at each other?"
Delia, who had just finished cleaning the kitchen, walked over, looked in the direction of her gaze, and shook her head with a smile.
"Battle techniques are profound and mysterious, let's not worry about it."
She patted Misty on the shoulder.
"Let Roy go and study it in depth. Let's go, let's go take a bath. They will definitely be covered in sweat after they finish practicing, and the bathroom will have to be queued."
Misty nodded and followed Delia to the bathroom.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly remembered something.
"Uh... Sister Delia, can we bathe together?"
Delia smiled: "Yes, Aimi's bathroom is quite big."
The two entered the bathroom and closed the door.
The bathroom was indeed not small, with a white porcelain bathtub and light blue tiles on the wall, and it was kept very clean.
Delia began to take off her clothes.
Misty stood on the side, twisting and turning, and didn't take them off.
Delia turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"
Misty looked outside to make sure Ayano was not nearby, then whispered.
"Sister Delia... in a while, can you help me shave..."
Misty pointed with a blushing face.
Delia was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Of course."
"You really have heart for Roy."
Misty immediately bristled, her face flushed red.
"It's not for that big pervert! That... that! Isn't it normal for girls to love beauty!"
Delia saw through it but didn't say it, nodding with a smile.
"Okay, okay, okay, for the sake of looking good."
She took off her last piece of clothing, revealing her mature and plump body.
Misty also took off her clothes sluggishly.
Two naked women stood in the bathroom, one mature and plump, the other young and tight.
Then Misty set up her position, ready to start grooming.