"What the hell is this?! Shadow Clone?!"
"I've never seen something this insane!"
The three Rocket members were completely dumbfounded.
So were their Pokémon.
Because from their perception—
Every single Frogadier felt real.
And when their attacks connected—
They had clearly hit solid bodies.
This wasn't illusion.
It wasn't Double Team.
It was something else entirely.
"Frogadier," Gu Qiu said calmly,
"Rasengan."
Two Frogadiers stepped forward.
Front and back.
The one in front—
Was the original.
The motion was identical to Naruto's.
Compressed chakra spiraled violently in its palm, forming a dense rotating sphere.
When Frogadier first learned Rasengan, it had been unstable. Gu Qiu had trained it exactly the way Naruto trained—
Step by step.
Now—
It was far steadier than three days ago.
Kona's expression changed.
"What skill is that…?"
She had never seen anything like it.
Was this… a completely new battle system?
Had this young man developed a new combat path for Frogadier?
For the first time in years—
Kona doubted her own understanding of Pokémon combat.
The Rocket trio were in far worse condition.
They weren't analyzing.
They were panicking.
"Stop it! Stop him!"
Too late.
Clones surged forward.
Individually, each clone wasn't strong.
Against Houndour or Weezing, they posed little threat.
But against trainers?
Three.
Five.
Seven clones at once—
They were knocked to the ground instantly.
Pinned.
Overwhelmed.
And then—
Rasengan was complete.
Frogadier vanished.
Reappeared before Houndour.
No trainer command.
No tactical adjustment.
Houndour froze for half a second—
And that was enough.
The Rasengan detonated.
Boom—
A violent spiraling impact.
Houndour was blasted into a tree, the trunk cracking from the force.
Silence.
System prompt echoed.
[Your Frogadier defeated Houndour. Gained 513 EXP. Level up → 23.]
Two levels.
That was the joy of cross-level combat.
Frogadier exhaled heavily.
Maintaining over a hundred Shadow Clones while using Rasengan—
The burden was enormous.
Yet it had just defeated an opponent eleven levels higher.
Absurd strength.
Of course—
This gap would shrink later.
After Level 60, every level was a massive divide.
Even Pika-Itachi, after long training, remained at 61.
That realm was different.
"Frogadier, Strike Weezing!"
"Frog!"
Clone count reduced rapidly.
From one hundred—
To twenty.
Weezing attempted Sludge.
Too slow.
Impact.
System prompt again.
[Your Frogadier defeated Weezing. Level up → 24.]
Another level.
The battlefield was decided.
Only Golbat remained.
The Rockets' courage shattered.
"Run!"
"Now!"
Gu Qiu's lips curved slightly.
"Frogadier."
"Harem Jutsu."
The clones blocking their escape route shimmered—
And transformed.
Beautiful women.
Perfect figures.
Seductive poses.
The three Rocket members froze.
Their brains short-circuited.
By the time clarity returned—
Cold steel had already passed their throats.
The kunai Pika-Itachi had handed over earlier—
Had finally been used.
They collapsed.
Dead.
Clean.
Efficient.
Kona's cheeks flushed faintly.
"This kid… actually developed something like that?"
Even she had to admit—
It was… creative.
Golbat tried to flee.
Too late.
Frogadier finished it swiftly.
Gu Qiu recalled Frogadier immediately.
It was exhausted.
He did not relax.
He held Ralts gently in his arms—
And looked toward Kona's hiding place.
At the same time—
He signaled Pika-Itachi silently.
Be ready.
If she moved with hostility—
Strike first.
A soft cough.
"Well… looks like we meet again sooner than expected, Gu Qiu."
Kona stepped out.
For the first time—
She felt something strange.
A faint sense of being targeted.
A veteran's instinct.
Danger.
"Elite Four Kona?"
Gu Qiu frowned slightly.
"Gu Qiu," she smiled,
"You really hide your strength well."
She did not release a Pokémon.
She walked closer naturally.
Gu Qiu did not stop her.
The closer she came—
The greater his advantage.
Still—
He was fully prepared.
If she attempted to threaten him.
Or take Ralts.
He would not hesitate.
At most—
Out of respect for the Ice Beam TM—
He'd help take care of her family afterward.
That was his real thought.
"Relax," Kona said lightly.
"No hostility. I'm not here to steal the little one."
She glanced at the trembling Ralts.
"With talent like yours… I might need your help one day."
Her smile was charming.
Gu Qiu remained guarded.
Three corpses lay nearby.
This was not a relaxed setting.
Kona paused.
Then—
Took something out.
An egg.
White.
Cold mist curling around its surface.
Faint frost patterns shimmered under the light.
"This," she said slowly,
"Let's call it an investment."
And for the first time—
Gu Qiu's eyes sharpened.
An Ice-type egg.
From an Elite Four.
This—
Was no ordinary gift.
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