Pokemon born into a psychic family

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"Yesss..."

Emolga stood on top of a not-so-tall tree, holding the energy cube tightly in its arms, with tears in its eyes.

"Wow!!"

Beneath the tree, a gray Pokémon coldly stared at Emolga, with fierce eyes and barking.

It had two large, curved horns on the top of its head, a tail resembling an inverted triangle, and sharp fangs protruding from its mouth.

"Jujuju!!"

The terrifying howl echoed throughout the forest for a long time, nonstop.

"Eeeeeeeeah!!"

Emolga tightly closed its eyes, even though Houndoom continued to roar beneath the tree, still hugging the two energy cubes in its arms.

Suddenly, Houndoom opened its mouth, and orange flames erupted from it. A thick column of fire gathered in an instant, and the heat wave rolled toward Emolga!

At that moment, a beam of blue light came from the distance and violently collided with the Flamethrower in an instant.

Boom!

A loud roar exploded in the air, the explosion was deafening, and a strong shockwave spread in all directions. The leaves fell with a crunch, and the wind swirled.

"Yes!"

Emolga was struck hard, its cape-like membranes trembling, its feet staggering. It resisted with all its strength, but its slender body still fell hard to the ground!

"Yes!!"

Emolga fell quickly, tightly closing its eyes, not daring to look, but hugging the energy cube even tighter in its arms.

"Charlo."

A figure flew by at great speed, placing itself under the tree in an instant and holding Emolga in its arms.

"Yes?"

Emolga opened its eyes dazedly and looked at Combusken's orange pupils. It couldn't help but shrink its neck, but felt relieved.

"Little one, still refuses to let go in this situation." Bruce quickly approached, looked at Emolga in Combusken's hands, and smiled.

Emolga lives in trees and can use the inside of its cape-like membranes to glide while flying.

So, if Emolga simply decided to drop the Power Cube, it would be fine to glide away.

But I don't know if Emolga is too greedy, it didn't choose to drop the energy cube.

"Wow!"

Seeing the scene before him, Houndoom's scarlet eyes grew colder, its mouth filled with poisonous sparks as it tilted its head back and howled in terror.

Bruce's eyes were fixed, watching closely at the Houndoom in front of him.

[Pokémon: Houndoom (Dark/Fire)

Ability: Early Rise

Rank: Gym

Level: 25 (Senior)]

"Does it want to steal your energy cube?" Bruce thought for a second, then lowered his head and asked.

"Yes, yes!" Emolga blinked, an indescribable expression on its face. After hearing Bruce's question, it nodded repeatedly as if finding support.

"So that's how it is..." Bruce thought to himself that it was indeed true.

These energy cubes are made by Emma herself, the quality is perfect, rare in the market, and they have a fatal Captivate effect on every Pokémon.

Just as Groudon cannot refuse a Fly, no Pokémon can resist an energy cube like this.

Just as Bruce was thinking this to himself, Houndoom opened its bloodied mouth and instantly shot a column of scorching flames, wrapped in a tremendous heat, charging toward them!

-Charlo!

Seeing this, Combusken's eyes froze. It also opened its mouth and returned a Flamethrower!

Boom!

The two Flamethrowers met and collided halfway, causing a massive booming sound that was deafening and spread through the sparse trees.

"What's that sound?" Oliver looked up, glancing around with a puzzled expression on his face.

Thomas squinted, listened attentively, then pointed forward: "Let's go, let's take a look."

As the words fell, it seemed like he thought of something and added, "Be careful, don't make too much noise."

The two took a step forward and trotted ahead.

After running for a while, Thomas turned his head and looked at Oliver, who was panting slightly, and laughed foolishly: "Cousin, you really should work on your fitness. Otherwise, you'll suffer during the military training."

Oliver's face turned red, and he smiled sheepishly before asking aloud: "Cousin, what is field military training like? Can you tell me about it?"

"Sure," Thomas said slowly, his expression unchanged. "As the name suggests, field military training is a series of survival activities in the field.

"Every university will conduct field military training before the start of classes to exercise the students' ability to survive in the field and discover..."

"Discover?" Oliver frowned, puzzled.

"It's just to assess your level, how well your Pokémon is trained, and we'll rank you according to your performance at that time. High-ranking Normal participants will receive rewards."

As he spoke, Thomas suddenly smiled and said, "The most important thing is that the whole school will pay attention to this ranking. The higher your rank, the more attention you'll get."

"This is a great opportunity to boost our popularity, and maybe we'll get to meet some seniors through it."

Oliver silently looked at Thomas, who had a strange smile on his face, and stayed silent for a moment.

Thomas noticed that Oliver's reaction was flat, cleared his throat lightly, and immediately said seriously: "Anyway, you need to perform well in the field military training, get a higher rank, and leave a good impression on the teachers' leader."

"Alright, I will!"

Hearing this, Oliver's heart raced, and he began eagerly anticipating his college life in the middle of the month.

During their conversation, the two drew closer to the place where the sound had originated.

"Come here." Thomas hid behind a thick tree and waved at Oliver.

Oliver quickly ran over, and Thomas hid behind the trees together with him, showing just half of his head as they looked ahead.

What appeared before them was the back of a thin boy with a Combusken standing quietly by his side.

And right in front of them, a terrifying Houndoom paced back and forth, its blood-red eyes fixed on Combusken.

"They're older."

Thomas took a glance and judged the approximate strength of the two Pokémon.

At that moment, Oliver adjusted his glasses and stared at the boy's back without blinking.

He always felt like that figure was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him before.

At that moment, the boy's voice came calmly.

"Quick Attack."

This was a pure dialect from the south of Fairbay.

Upon hearing this voice, Oliver's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mouth opened in horror.

It's him!

It has to be him!

I'll never forget that sound!

The first day I went to the battle club full of confidence, it was the owner of this voice who calmly commanded Torchic and easily crushed Squirtle.

Wait, Combusken?

And many more!

Senior level?!!

Oliver kept his mouth open and stood still.

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To be Continued

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