The term "martial arts" could actually be broken into two parts, each representing something different: techniques and internal cultivation.
Having grown up in this martial arts school, Infernape had naturally practiced similar disciplines, such as "Stillness."
Although pitting a turtle against a monkey in a contest of stillness seemed a little unfair, the Pokémon that ultimately won was Infernape, not Squirtle.
As for the reason...
"Meow~ (How embarrassing, old turtle. You actually lost to Infernape.)"
"Squirtle!! (They never explained it clearly! I just fell asleep! Why should that count as my loss?!)"
On the Cable Car down the mountain, Meownei was teasing Squirtle. Although Squirtle stubbornly refused to admit defeat, no matter what excuses he made,
he couldn't change what had already happened.
He could live with Meownei saying that. After all, deep down, Squirtle had already classified this Meowscarada as a monster.
The problem was that he seemed to have lost all dignity in front of Riolu too. His standing in the household had plummeted.
[Squirtle... (No, I have to help him catch a few more Pokémon. That way, I can establish myself as the big brother.)]
Squirtle was already making plans for the future. Out in the world, your image was yours to create. As long as he paid a little more attention, his standing would naturally rise.
There were still three days left in the holiday. The clever people planning to leave early to avoid the crowds hadn't set off yet, so the journey home wasn't congested.
Once they got home, Xin Mu switched on the robot vacuum and started cleaning the dust off the floor.
This wasn't an item provided by the game, but something Xin Mu had bought himself after moving in. Unlike the Hot Spring in the backyard, the house didn't clean itself. It