"Ah! Help! Help!"
The boys had courage to spare, but courage did not make them stronger overnight.
The boy had barely rushed in with his wooden stick before Rockruff sent him fleeing with his arms over his head, screaming all the way. If a Porygon2 clone had not quietly guarded his vital points, he would probably have gone down already.
Baimu turned to the others. "Who dares take over?"
The boys looked at one another. The one Baimu had called on first gritted his teeth. "I will!"
"Good! Switch! Come back!"
At Baimu's call, the boy being bitten looked as though he had been pardoned.
He had wanted to retreat for ages, but some force had kept him from rejoining the group.
Switch! Switch!
Like a runner passing the baton in a relay, he gratefully handed his stick to his trembling friend.
Seconds later.
Screams rang across Wisteria Flower Plain once more.
"Mochi, mochi..."
Perched on Baimu's shoulder, Pecharunt marveled. When it came to poison, it could not hold a candle to this human!
He did not even need Mochi to make other humans willingly endure being bitten. What kind of spell had he cast on them?
Its little mind could not comprehend such grand ambitions.
By the second half of this harrowing struggle against fate, nearly every boy had been bitten, and Rockruff was visibly tiring too.
"Arf... arf..."
Its voice was hoarse, and stringy drool ran from the corners of its mouth.
Everyone looked toward Cha Biao, who had yet to take a turn. Convinced he would get to reap the rewards of their suffering, they glared at him.
But Baimu was the one who stepped forward.
He walked up to the panting Rockruff, caught it firmly and precisely by the scruff, and effortlessly lifted the Pokémon that