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"How do you feel?" Shu Tong asked the still somewhat dazed Weedle as its status information appeared once more.

[Name]: Weedle

[Type]: Bug, Poison

[Ability]: Run Away

[Skills]: String Shot, Poison Sting

[Individual Talent]: Mid-grade

[Recent Turning Point]: Absorbing the energy of Poison Sting with its Trainer's Viridian Force; its individual talent is continuing to improve.

[Recent Turning Point]: Two months later, while undergoing special training with its Trainer in the northern woods of Creek Town, it was the first to face a Mystery Realm invasion and died tragically.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp."

Weedle chattered nonstop, making all sorts of gestures as though afraid Shu Tong would not understand what it meant.

"You feel like your whole body is overflowing with energy, but that energy does not seem to belong to you. It feels too unreal, so you want to train like crazy to make up for the work you skipped by gaining this energy?"

As Shu Tong spoke, Weedle nodded repeatedly before quickly crawling into the yard.

Watching Weedle squirm along, Shu Tong shook his head.

How naive. This little guy is still too honest. If crazy training alone could grant that kind of energy, there would be no such thing as individual talent in this world.

Although its individual talent had not undergone a qualitative leap this time, the [Recent Turning Point] showed that it was already changing imperceptibly. As long as Shu Tong's body could endure it, Weedle's talent would keep improving.

Why did it feel like he was the one holding it back? The thought flashed through Shu Tong's mind.

Still, he had to encourage Weedle's enthusiasm. Although it had absorbed the energy, learning how to develop and use it still required special training and real combat.

In the yard, Weedle's String Shot had wrapped around the highest branch of the ginkgo tree, and it began spinning through the air. It could previously only swing around four or five times before the thread snapped, but now it spun more than ten times before the branch broke and Weedle fell.

Smack!

This time, Weedle fell directly from more than five meters up. It clearly could have used String Shot again to slow its descent, but it still chose this suicidal training method.

Shu Tong swallowed hard. It looked painful just watching.

Yet Weedle did not stop. After getting back up, it continued its aerial spins. After falling five times in a row, it finally collapsed.

"That's way too intense. A Weedle is actually this disciplined."

Shu Tong walked over to Weedle and used Viridian Force. Weedle instantly recovered its stamina, and this time Shu Tong did not feel drained afterward.

Just as Shu Tong was happily realizing that his control of Viridian Force had improved, Weedle had already started swinging again.

"Damn, is this guy craving my Viridian Force?"

Shu Tong felt something was wrong. He was still weak, so he hurried back to check on the Nine-Flavor Rehmannia Pill. He had swallowed at least twenty pills last night. If his grandparents found out, would they not think something had happened to him?

With that thought, Shu Tong got so scared that he hurriedly swallowed another pill to calm himself down.

Sure enough, the Nine-Flavor Rehmannia Pill worked pretty well. After taking one, his fatigue visibly began to improve. But seeing Weedle train so recklessly still made him uneasy. He had only just recovered some stamina, and he needed to save it for tonight.

"Weedle, come on. Let's practice your skills," Shu Tong said.

He could not let Weedle keep training like this. Once it evolved into Beedrill, it would definitely be a high-speed close-range killer. Yet now it was being trained as a meat shield. He had to correct that quickly.

He rode his electric bike toward the woods north of town.

"Weedle, use String Shot on that branch first and pull it down," Shu Tong ordered.

"Chirp."

Without hesitation, Weedle used String Shot to wrap around the branch, then pulled backward with all its strength. Before long, there was a snap, and the branch broke in the middle.

"Mm, your String Shot is indeed much tougher than before. But for now, you can only be considered to have grasped the move. You are just a little better than a beginner. With String Shot like this, it can only restrict an opponent if it hits them head-on. But have you considered this? From the moment String Shot leaves your mouth until it reaches your opponent, they can easily dodge its path. What do you do then?"

"Chirp? (⊙﹏⊙)"

Seeing that he had successfully stirred Weedle's thirst for knowledge, Shu Tong slowly said, "We need to strengthen String Shot in three areas.

"First, increase the speed at which you use String Shot. Restrain your opponent before they can react.

"Second, make use of your strengths. If String Shot misses, immediately swing the thread around and change its direction to restrain your opponent.

"Third, you may need to keep supplementing your protein. If you can use two or even three String Shots at once, that will naturally widen your attack range and raise your chance of success.

"As long as you achieve all three points, your String Shot can be considered proficient."

"Chirp chirp."

This time, Weedle did not casually use String Shot. It stared straight ahead, focused its Inner Focus, gathered all its strength, and fiercely spat out String Shot. A white thread shot forward at high speed, more than three times faster than before.

"Keep going, faster." Shu Tong had no intention of letting Weedle stop.

Faster, faster, even faster. Good! Swing it.

After more than an hour of this, Weedle had completely turned into a limp, sticky bug sprawled on the ground. This kind of special training was not as simple and direct as slamming into the ground, but its effects were countless times better. Its bodily coordination, attack speed, and the intensely focused Inner Focus it maintained throughout would all improve during training.

Most importantly, it saved Shu Tong's Viridian Force.

"Come have a bottle of Moomoo Milk. It replenishes protein. After you finish it, we'll try practicing Poison Sting." Shu Tong opened a bottle of Moomoo Milk and placed it before Weedle.

The original plan had been one bottle of Moomoo Milk a day because Shu Tong had no money. Now Weedle could drink as much as it wanted. Even after evolving into Beedrill, there would be no need to cut it off.

His Pokémon deserved the very best. Not every milk was called Moomoo Milk.

After drinking the Moomoo Milk, Weedle perked up again. This time, Shu Tong did not need to stress the point. It brought the same energy as before and used Poison Sting with all its might.

Dozens of Poison Stings shot straight ahead amid piercing whistles, embedding themselves firmly in the tree trunk.

"Good, not bad. Your speed and explosive power are decent, but Poison Sting is currently your only offensive move and the key to victory. Aside from the move's power itself, accuracy is especially important. Without accuracy, everything is pointless. And there is no need for Poison Sting to spread out so much. That only weakens its proper power."

Weedle blinked up at Shu Tong, waiting for his next instruction.

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