Pokémon Breakthrough Pinnacle

His thin body was in sharp contrast to the shrewd figure in front of him.

Those huge palms could easily pinch this thin old man and make him unable to resist.

"Are you satisfied? I'm really scared of you. Go ahead and have your morning meal."

There was no trace of fear at all. His withered hands gently patted the belly of the giant creature in front of him, and the caring tone in his tone was palpable.

The small piece of bread only made him feel that it was a drop in the bucket. To the giant mouth of the abyss, the bread could only be described as a small grain of rice, and he was simply attracted by its fragrance.

"Um, grandpa, I have a request that I'm not too willing to make."

The old man standing on the rocks looked up and saw that it was the trainer who had just given him bread.

"Well, young man, you don't have to say it if you don't want to ask. I don't mind, old man."

The old man's playful answer made Qingmu Tsugumi scratch the hair on the back of his head in embarrassment, and looked at the Charizard standing next to him.

His eyes were full of concentration, and his erect pupils were all filled with that huge figure, and his tail was wagging more frequently.

‘Sure enough, the desire to fight has come up’

Qingmu Tsugumi was particularly helpless. The larger the elf, the more exciting the fire-breathing dragon was. Only in this way would he feel happy and comfortable during the fight.

Charizard will not ask Qing Muji at all. Even if he encounters the elves and items he likes, he will not express them. He will just stare at them silently.

But Kiyoki Tsugumi, who is familiar with him, knows that these subconscious actions are the best way of expression.

'Why can't I give you what you want?'

With a smile, Qing Muji approached the old man, ignored the old man's teasing words, and continued shamelessly.

"That's right. I wonder if this Kirby can reward me with a battle with Yan. Please."

The closer you get, the more terrifying you feel about this huge creature.

Over two meters tall, his strong or plump body makes him even bigger. His eyes are always narrowed, making him look like he is sleeping. His slightly curved smile combined with his eyes makes people feel...

A bit naive.

Kirbymon obviously heard Kiyuki Tsugumi's words, but it was obvious that he had no desire to fight.

The slightly protruding finger claws struggled to reach behind and scratched his butt.

The heavy body makes it walk slowly, but you can feel a little vibration with every step.

Compared to the strenuous battle, Kirbymon prefers to sit on the ground and enjoy natural food, stuff its stomach full, and then fall asleep. The next time it is hungry, it gets up and repeats the above actions. This is Kirbymon.

the life you want.

Looking at Kirbymon preparing to walk slowly into the forest, this attitude undoubtedly rejected his request to fight.

But this is also normal. The Kirby clan is lazy by nature. They live a slow-paced life and prefer to live a comfortable life of eating, sleeping, waking up and eating. Most of their temperaments are gentle, and they rarely get angry about anything.

"Please wait a moment, I'm being paid. Is that bread delicious?"

The heavy sound stopped, and the figure that was walking towards the forest stopped.

Are you considering this? But you have to strike while the iron is hot.

He took off the backpack he was carrying, opened the zipper of the backpack and rummaged around inside. Soon, Kiyoki Tsugumi found what he wanted.

The beautifully packaged bread, with the colorful pictures on it, was mouth-watering. One, two, three. Qing Muji decided to take out all the uneaten stock.

A small pile of bread was placed in front of Kiyomi Tsugumi. There were 35 pieces of bread, which was all he had in his inventory.

Kirby turned around, and the speed of its turn did not reflect the heaviness of its previous walk.

First he stared at the small pile of bread, and then at the fire-breathing dragon that had been aiming at him.

He was so tired of fighting that he didn't want to move, but he had bread as payment, but he would definitely be injured in the fight, and it would definitely hurt a little bit, and the amount of bread was so small that he was not even qualified to stuff it between his teeth, so it was a fool who fought with him.

Recalling the taste of the bread that had just been put into his mouth, the evenly sprinkled pork floss on top, and the sweet filling inside, he looked at the different packages of bread on the floor, and he didn't know what they tasted like.

Even though it was closed, the mouth still felt as huge. His mouth moved a bit, as if he was reminiscing or enjoying it, okay! He was sure to be that fool.

"Well, he actually uses food to seduce him. He is really a smart little guy. But since this kid has agreed to fight you, I won't stop him."

The old man knows that Kirby can hardly stand the temptation of food. He will accept all the food, whether it is sweet or salty, but it seems that he prefers sweet food.

Since you want to fight, you must find an open place. Ordinary wood cannot withstand the fire-breathing dragon's flames. It will burn crazily if it touches even a little bit, and it will cause a forest fire. This is not what Qingmu Tsugumi wants to see.

scene.

The eyes with three scars have quietly closed, and the fire-breathing dragon has begun to warm up.

He hasn't moved his hands in nearly a month or two. During these two months, he has mostly been practicing or mastering his flames to exercise his control over the flames.

The skills of fighting each other from left to right have not fallen behind, and he occasionally practices with the young Stylus Bee to help him hone his close combat abilities.

He moved his flexible fingers and claws, stretched his wings to the maximum, and then opened his eyes suddenly.

The fighting spirit burning in his eyes almost spread into reality.

Fisting to the point of physical contact is the romance of our clan, and this is the second most important truth to protect.

(Kabimon is not so much strong as he is fat. Sometimes his weight is an advantage in a fight. Who knows how I will write this or how I will fight him tomorrow.

Tomorrow’s affairs will be settled tomorrow. This is my idea.)