Pokémon: Global Invasion

Chapter 39: Weather Moves

Chapter 39: Weather Moves

"This is... a weather move!"

"Why does this Sandshrew know a weather move?"

Meanwhile, in the Champion's lounge, gasps of disbelief filled the air as all the Champions watched the raging sandstorm in the arena, their faces reflecting their disbelief that a Sandshrew could actually use Sandstorm!

Weather moves were notoriously rare and difficult to learn!

"It's actually Sandstorm!?"

Kenji, standing around the arena, instinctively took a few steps back as he looked at the sandstorm before him.

Just as he was about to command Ursaring to continue the attack, he saw the swirling sandstorm suddenly begin to dissipate, with dust settling to the ground.

Looking back at Sandshrew in the arena, he found that it had already fainted, lying in a heap of yellow sand.

"This... has the battle ended?"

"It seems so. That Sandshrew has completely exhausted its stamina."

"What a pity! I was hoping to see a very rare weather move, but it's unfortunate, so unfortunate."

After a brief moment of shock, the audience turned their gaze to the fallen Sandshrew, showing expressions of regret, yet the astonishment couldn't be hidden in their eyes.

After all, it was a weather move!

"Sandshrew!"

Seeing this, Ryoma hurriedly ran onto the stage and picked up Sandshrew.

"Sandstorm move... well done!"

Kenji fixed his gaze on Sandshrew for a moment before suddenly pulling out a bottle of healing potion and tossing it to Ryoma.

Ryoma caught the healing potion, momentarily stunned, and without further thought, he quickly administered it to Sandshrew.

Honestly, the effects of the healing potion were quite evident. After drinking it, Sandshrew's hurried breathing began to calm down, so it seemed there wouldn't be any major issues.

"Thank... you."

Ryoma sighed in relief and looked towards the wealthy young master across from him.

"It's nothing. Your Sandshrew is quite interesting."

"Sandstorm move... heh."

Kenji waved his hand dismissively, turning his back to Ryoma as he slowly walked off the stage, gradually disappearing at the entrance.

"Phew, the battle is over!"

"The winner of this match is Champion Kenji!"

Seeing Kenji disappear, the host let out a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and picked up the microphone to announce the final result.

"Impressive, that Kenji is really strong!"

"Strong? How could he not be?"

"I heard that this Kenji young master has shown exceptional trainer talent since he was young. He became an intermediate trainer at 18, an advanced trainer at 19, and a Pokémon Hunter at 20. There is probably no one among his peers in Aloha City who can match him!"

"Ah! That talent is indeed somewhat terrifying, but it's his personality..."

"Personality? What do you know? If I had that kind of power, I'd be arrogant too!"

In the audience, people began discussing this Kenji young master, and many inside stories were revealed, leaving everyone astonished.

"A 20-year-old Pokémon Hunter!"

Hearing the discussions around him, Ryoma's pupils suddenly constricted.

Thinking it over, Kenji's strength was truly overwhelming. Apart from the inherent strength of Ursaring itself, he was also able to effectively use the seemingly useless move Leer in battle, delivering a decisive impact. His power was genuinely formidable!

Moreover, from Kenji, he sensed an oppressive aura, something not possessed by an ordinary person!

"It seems that this world is far more complex than I imagined."

"Every large organization must have its own systematic methods for Pokémon training."

"Just like this Kenji; without systematic training support, he wouldn't have been able to rise so quickly!"

"Although I have a wealth of Pokémon knowledge in my mind, converting that knowledge into strength requires much work."

"Perhaps joining an organization to gain access to these Pokémon training methods would be a shortcut."

Ryoma's gaze flickered for a moment, and the sense of superiority he had gained from his recent victories gradually calmed down.

......

"This Ryoma should be a commoner, right?"

"Relying on his own exploration to train a Sandshrew to this level is already impressive."

The Champions, looking at Ryoma's forlorn expression in the arena, couldn't help but sigh softly. Sometimes, the world was like this—some people were born into privilege, while others had to fight for everything.

They were once like Ryoma too, as commoners. No matter how hard they worked, they couldn't reach the standards of the wealthy young masters.

That was why they chose to join the club, exchanging their loyalty for limited training resources, which ultimately earned them their current strength!

"Perhaps we should consider making him a trainer in our club."

"To be honest, I am very interested in how he made Sandshrew learn Sandstorm."

The Rock Champion sighed. His Pokémon was Graveler, which was somewhat similar to Sandshrew in a way. He felt that his Graveler might be able to replicate Sandshrew's path.

If he could teach his Graveler that stunning sandstorm attack, along with the final Sandstorm move, then Graveler would certainly undergo a transformation in no time, possibly even elevate him to an advanced trainer!

After all, that was the level of an advanced trainer, a realm that many people dream of!

"Well, that's true. His greatest advantages are his youth and his boundless imagination."

"However, without sufficient resources, relying on oneself to explore is really too difficult."

"If he keeps trying to figure things out on his own, he will only fall further behind those who enjoy better conditions, eventually becoming just another face in the crowd."

The other Champions nodded in agreement, feeling quite sympathetic.

...

After the match concluded, Ryoma was unexpectedly invited to the club's office.

"Your name is Ryoma, right? Would you like to join our Adventure Island Club?"

Although Ryoma was unable to defeat Kenji, the person in charge of Adventure Island Club still extended an olive branch to him.

This time, Ryoma did not immediately refuse but fell into silence.

"If I join the club, what will I gain?" After a while, Ryoma finally spoke up.

"You will receive as much as you invest." The club's person in charge did not make any promises but instead smiled slightly.

"Is this another form of selling myself?"

Hearing the person in charge's words, Ryoma sighed inwardly.

For him, the best approach would indeed be a transaction, whether with money or some other form of exchange.

However, the idea of selling himself was very hard for Ryoma, who loved freedom. He was not someone who liked to be bound.

Therefore, without exception, Ryoma chose to decline once again.