On the other side, Ralts and Eevee also put on weight-bearing clothes. Their weight-bearing capacity is 10 kilograms. After wearing them, the pressure on them is still very high.
When Training Ball launched the launcher, Eevee's originally light dodge became sluggish, and he had to use all his strength several times just to avoid the ball.
One time, he failed to dodge and was hit by a ball. The slight pain made his body pause, but his eyes became more focused.
Ralts is not good at running. During training, he relied on Confusion to float around. Now that he is wearing weights, his moving speed is much slower. Confusion consumes more energy, and a small amount of sweat quickly breaks out on his forehead.
Xinhai observed for a while, and after making sure that they could persist, he found a place where he could observe the three Pokémon at all times and started his training.
Throughout the afternoon, the training room echoed with the buzz of equipment and the muffled sound of fists and feet hitting the target board.
Combusken's every kick felt like a heavy weight, and the muffled sound of the target board being hit was much lower than in the morning.
It just keeps kicking again and again, summing up experience and Absorb lessons, and its body shape becomes more and more stable over time.
Ralts The figure suspended in the air became more and more sluggish, and the originally light and butterfly-like dance turned into a clumsy dodge.
Sweat flowed down its cheeks, leaving small wet marks on the ground. It had been hit dozens of times, making it look very embarrassed.
But it still tried hard to persevere, regain its stability, continuously reduce unnecessary movements, and avoid incoming attacks at the minimum cost.
Eevee looks the most embarrassed, with its fluffy hair soaked in strands of sweat. In order to avoid faster ball paths, it often rolls on the ground.
The little guy was so tired that his tongue stuck out and he kept panting. Occasionally he was hit by the Training Ball. After whimpering in grievance, he immediately turned over and climbed up, continuing to avoid the flying attacks.
Xinhai, who is on the side, will deliver Pokéblock and nutrients in a timely manner to ensure that they replenish their physical strength in time before their condition declines.
While massaging them, Xinhai looked at the three Pokémons who almost had no energy to chew. Xinhai felt distressed and relieved at the same time.
The afternoon passed quietly in silent persistence, and the hands of the electronic clock on the wall slowly slid towards five o'clock.
As Double Rock Smash Kick continued to be used, Combusken's breathing became heavier and heavier. The fifty kilograms of weight required it to exert more effort every time it raised its legs.
In the last round of Double Kick, when the right leg hit the target board, it showed "68", and the left leg followed closely and hit "65".
Although the increase in power is still small, the smoothness of its connection has been significantly improved compared to the beginning of the afternoon, and its own balance has also improved a lot.
It looked at the numbers on the display screen with a trace of satisfaction on its tired face.
Ralts was hanging in mid-air, with sweat beads on its forehead. As it moved, it fell to the ground, leaving short traces.
After an afternoon of weight-bearing training, it no longer pursues large-scale movements, but accurately predicts the trajectory of Training Ball and avoids attacks in as small a range as possible.
At the end of the last round of training, it was only hit once, panting slightly, and looked at Eevee with a hint of tacit encouragement in its eyes.
Eevee was lying on the ground, his tongue hanging out, his mouth open and panting, his fluffy hair soaked with sweat.
Although it looked very embarrassed, its eyes were very bright. In the last round of evasion training, it relied on its flexible rolling and precise predictions and was not hit even once.
As the Training Ball transmitter stopped buzzing, it let out a cheerful "beep" sound, struggled to get up, staggered towards Ralts, and rubbed its head against the opponent's arm.
Xinhai walked forward, first turned off the training equipment, and then took out a towel and energy drink.
"That's it for today. You're doing great." He smiled and rubbed Eevee's wet head, then patted Combusken who was following him, and finally wiped the sweat from Ralts's forehead.
Eevee didn't want to move, so he dug directly into Xinhai's arms, buried his face in his clothes, and purred with satisfaction.
Ralts enjoyed the wiping of Xinhai, hugged Nutritional Potion, and drank in small sips, her ruby-like eyes full of relaxation.
Combusken was moving his body aside, thinking about his insights from today's training, and would kick into the air from time to time.
After confirming that none of the three Pokémons were injured, Xinhai took them all back to Poké Ball, packed up his backpack, threw the garbage into the trash can, and turned around to leave the training room.
Walking out of Battle Building, the sun is no longer very hot at this moment, and the cool wind blows on the cheeks, making people feel particularly refreshing.
Xinhai carried a backpack and walked briskly towards Pokémon Center, with a relaxed atmosphere filling the air.
There are gradually more pedestrians on the street, most of them are trainers who have finished their training or adventure for the day, and some trainers are accompanied by their own Pokémon.
Returning to Xinhai of Pokémon Center, looking at Nurse Joy who was still busy at the front desk, I suddenly felt that I was quite relaxed like this.
Xinhai waited in line for three minutes, handed Pokédex and three Poké Ball to Joy Ya and said, "Hello, Nurse Joy, please help my Pokémon recover."
"Xinhai! Please wait a moment." Joy Ya saw it was Xinhai, took over Poké Ball and Pokédex and smiled.
After Joy Ya entered the information of Xinhai, he handed it back to Pokédex and said, "There will be a message notification when the recovery is completed, pay attention to check, Xinhai."
"Okay, thank you, Nurse Joy." Xinhai smiled and nodded, turned and walked towards the stairs.
Back in the room, Xinhai took a quick shower and put on clean clothes. I felt a lot more relaxed.
I checked Pokédex and found that there was no notification from Pokémon Center, so I prepared dinner for Combusken and them.
Just when Xinhai was ready, Pokédex received a notification from Pokémon Center, indicating that Pokémon had been restored.
"Xinhai, your Pokémon has fully recovered, and they are in good condition." Joy Ya handed Poké Ball to Xinhai with approval in his eyes.
"Excuse me, Nurse Joy." Xinhai took Poké Ball with a smile and said.
"You're welcome, this is what I should do. If you need anything, come to me or Xiao Luo at any time." Joy Ya smiled and waved his hand.
Xinhai smiled, turned and walked towards the stairs.
"Everyone is out to eat!" Xinhai returned to the room and released three Pokémon.
"Don't be scared!" Combusken raised his arms as soon as he came out, and seemed to be Hustle again.
Ralts came to Xinhai's shoulder and rubbed his cheek affectionately.
Eevee came to Xinhai's feet, rubbed his trouser legs with his head, and kept spinning his fluffy tail happily, making a Charm sound of "buah, buah," in his throat.
Xinhai touched Ralts's hair, smiled and bent down to pick up Eevee, and rubbed its fluffy little head. "Are you hungry? Go wash your hands and eat."
The three little ones quickly washed themselves, watched Xinhai put their rice bowls in front of them, and then started eating.
Xinhai sat on the chair next to him, looking at Nutritious Meal in front of him, his expression a little heavy.
After being mentally prepared, Xinhai picked up the chopsticks and swallowed in big mouthfuls, as if he had some deep hatred for Nutritious Meal.
For a moment, the only sounds left in the room were the soft sound of clinking tableware and the chewing sounds of three little birds.
Xinhai solved his "hard work" by swallowing half a bottle of Moomoo Milk to suppress the strange taste in his mouth.
He looked at the three Pokémons eating happily, and took out three after-dinner fruits from his backpack.
After dinner, Xinhai put away the dishes, put the three little ones on the bed, and started the evening massage service.
Under Xinhai's exquisite techniques, the three little guys gradually relaxed and finally fell asleep.
Xinhai looked at the fatigue between their brows, smiled and gently touched their little heads.
After carrying them to his little bed one by one, Xinhai touched Eevee on the bedside.
Xinhai put his palm on its belly and massaged it gently in circles, causing Eevee to make a "purring" sound, and its little paws would kick from time to time, just like a kitten stepping on milk.