The Cost of Being Uneducated

"Looks pretty intimidating. Dragonair, use Twister on that whatever-it-is!"

"Disarm it first!"

The moment the battle began, Banjirou threw all thoughts of anything being wrong to the back of his mind.

In a sense, he truly did have talent for battling.

After all, there were plenty of Trainers in the world whose mentality was easily affected.

Banjirou's ability to ignore outside distractions and immerse himself in battle was a talent many Trainers could not obtain, one that took considerable effort to develop even if they tried.

But—

Having talent was one thing, yet his problems with knowledge and experience were considerable.

The Shiny Dragonair raised its tail tip, strung with one large and one small crystal-like golden orb, and swung it forcefully toward Tinkaton!

Accompanied by a soft blue glow from the orbs, an enormous dark-blue tornado formed out of thin air and swept straight toward Tinkaton!

Judging by its trajectory, it was clearly aimed at the hammer resting on Tinkaton's shoulder.

Banjirou's reasoning was simple.

In the Unova Region, there was a Pokémon called Timburr.

Its evolved form, Gurdurr, and its final evolution, Conkeldurr, were all types skilled at fighting with weapons such as lumber, steel beams, and concrete pillars.

The latter could charge at enemies barehanded with muscles built through years of training, so it did not matter whether it had a weapon or not.

But once the former two were disarmed, their combat strength would decline sharply.

Looking at Tinkaton, aside from that intimidating giant hammer, the entire Pokémon looked soft and frail, like a cloth doll. It was obviously weak in battle.

Therefore, Banjirou was certain that as long as Dragonair's Twister successfully disarmed Tinkaton, winning the first battle would be effortless!

The powerful Twister came roaring in. Judging from its momentum, if it struck solidly,