"Sato, this Weavile of yours wasn't raised from a young age, was it?"
Sinnoh Region, Primeval Forest.
Champion Shiping and Sato stood side by side, watching the two Weavile sparring wildly not far away.
"Yes. When I caught it, it had already reached Elite Peak and had exceptionally strong survival skills in the wild!"
"No wonder its skill tree is a little crooked." Shiping nodded in understanding.
Then he continued, "The Weavile line has always been better at Physical Attacks. That is determined by its Species Talent.
Although every Pokémon is unique, it cannot be denied that each species has a growth path more suitable for it. The general direction never changes.
A Weavile skilled in special attacks may seem stronger in the early stages, but in the later stages... it probably cannot even achieve twice the effort for half the result."
As soon as he finished speaking, one of the Weavile was suddenly sent flying backwards. It slammed into a large tree before slowly sliding down.
It was Sato's Weavile!
Back on the battlefield, Meganium's Frenzy Plant reached Weavile almost in the blink of an eye. The thorn-covered vines twisted together in dense masses, enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Sato suppressed the countless memories flashing through his mind and softly commanded, "Ice Punch!"
"Weavile!"
Weavile's response was quiet, but its blood-red eyes were full of determination.
So what if its skill tree was crooked? It could just bend it back. My Weavile has never been weaker than anyone! A plain Ice Punch swung out, making contact with the foremost Frenzy Plant immediately.
A shocking scene unfolded. The Frenzy Plants that had been advancing in unison seemed to have all been hit by Disable in an instant.
A thin layer of frost coated them, yet it was like