Sure enough.
After Nobita fearfully delivered the baseball, he got beaten up again.
A black eye, swollen knees, his whole body aching terribly.
"Doraemon, Gian bullied me!"
Nobita ran wildly back into the house.
Dragging snot and tears all over his face, he shouted and cried out his grievances.
This was his nature.
In the face of the strong, he was timid and incompetent, not even daring to fart.
But in front of those who cared about him, he could vent without restraint.
"Alright, alright, I'll give you a tool. You can go teach him a lesson."
Doraemon looked at Nobita and said somewhat impatiently.
He had only been at Nobita's house for two days.
But he had already lent out tools four times.
Every time Nobita borrowed a tool, it was because he was bullied by others or scolded by his parents.
Such trivial matters.
'No wonder Sewashi thinks that if we leave his Grandfather alone, they might all disappear.'
'How could a girl like Shizuka like someone like Nobita?'
Doraemon muttered in his heart and sighed lightly.
Then, he pulled a tool out of the Four-Dimensional Pocket.
"Ta-da! Air Cannon!"
A small, portable tool that looked like an air pump appeared before Nobita's eyes.
"Tch, looks pretty ordinary. Can this defeat Gian?" Nobita pouted, somewhat disdainful.
"Hmph, don't underestimate the Air Cannon. Just shout 'Bang!', and it fires instantly. At full power, it's enough to knock down an elephant!"
"That powerful?" Nobita's eyes instantly lit up.
Ignoring Doraemon's opinion, he immediately snatched the Air Cannon and put it on his right hand.
"Hey, hey, don't rush! The Air Cannon is hard to aim, it takes practi..."
Before Doraemon could finish speaking, he saw Nobita raise his right hand, a confident curve lifting the corner of his mouth, as he said softly, "Bang!"
Whoosh!
The air distorted.
The next second, the mosquito that had been buzzing around the room for the past few minutes fell to the ground with a pat.
"You... you actually..." Doraemon's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
'That Nobita who got bullied and didn't dare fight back, that super loser Nobita...'
'Actually shot down a mosquito on his first try using the Air Cannon?'
"Hehe, I'm best at shooting games at the arcade." Nobita scratched the back of his head, laughing proudly.
Doraemon was shocked speechless.
'This Nobita, a genius with extraordinary talent in shooting...'
'Might actually have a chance to marry Shizuka.'
"Thank you, Doraemon! I'm going to get revenge on Gian! I'll treat you to dorayaki when I get back!" Nobita waved, put on the Air Cannon, and couldn't wait to go cause trouble for Gian.
"Hey, wait! The Air Cannon's charge only lasts for..."
Before Doraemon could finish, Nobita's figure had already faded into the distance.
'Sigh, this reckless kid, when will he ever grow up?'
Doraemon shook his head, both helpless and amused.
But in his heart, he felt a glimmer of expectation for this child he originally thought was utterly useless.
…
Half an hour later.
Gian and Suneo, bruised and swollen, had Nobita firmly pinned under their feet, saying scornfully,
"Weren't you so tough just now? Didn't it feel great beating us up? Why not keep going?"
"You... I... Dora..."
Nobita mumbled incoherently, looking despairingly at the Air Cannon by his hand.
For the first thirty minutes after getting the Air Cannon,
He had a perfect hit rate, making Gian and Suneo flee in disarray, looking utterly wretched.
But unexpectedly, the Air Cannon Doraemon pulled out was an old gun almost out of energy.
It could fire thirty or forty shots at most before the energy inside was completely depleted.
And so, after half an hour of carefree fighting, Nobita's tragedy arrived.
"Pah! You thought you could turn things around with a stupid gun? Let me tell you, I, the great Gian, will always be stronger than you!"
Gian laughed arrogantly and, accompanied by Suneo's sly grin, swaggered off… leaving Nobita lying on the ground, silently picking up his glasses from the floor.
Humiliation, unwillingness, anger… all these impulses surged into his heart at once.
Nobita wanted to clench his fists and fight that despicable guy to the death.
But just as this emotion filled his mind, an even stronger emotion instantly calmed him down.
'I can't win.'
'Why provoke that guy Gian? He's naturally stronger than me.'
'I should just go back.'
'Go home, yell at Doraemon, maybe get a better tool.'
'Or...'
'Just steal the tools?!'
A greedy light flashed in Nobita's eyes.
[The Nap-Loving Sharpshooter: @Dark Group Owner, Group Owner, last time you said Doraemon airs the Four-Dimensional Pocket. Are there any signs or something?]
'The fish is biting!'
Seeing the message Nobita sent in the group, a smile appeared on Hattori's lips.
[Dark Group Owner: The Four-Dimensional Pocket is afraid of water. You can pretend to accidentally splash a little water into it. That will make Doraemon wash the pocket again.]
[Dark Group Owner: The opportunity only exists while it's airing. Given Doraemon's personality, important tools should be near the pocket. Remember to take several.]