After a little "force" from Drilbur, Basalt was quickly taught a lesson. After paying the price of two unlimited feasts, Drilbur's anger was finally appeased, and the little boat of friendship between man and mole set sail once more.
Whistle~ whistle~ whistle~
Having entered the top four, Basalt was in a great mood. After finishing the interview, he whistled a cheerful tune all the way out of the gymnasium.
Because he had been held back for the interview, the gymnasium was now basically empty. As he walked, no one ca up to ask for his autograph.
Beep~ beep~
Just as he opened his dinsional bag, preparing to take out his folding bicycle to go ho, the horn of a luxury car by the roadside honked continuously, attracting his attention.
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Coach Miles's handso face. He beckoned to Basalt.
"Coach Miles, what a coincidence!"
Basalt understood in a second. He smiled, put his bicycle back, and got into the passenger seat of Coach Miles's car. It had to be said, a luxury car was different. The seats were so soft, a world apart from a bicycle seat.
"Coincidence my ass. I was waiting for you here specifically," Coach Miles shook his head helplessly. If he hadn't been waiting for Basalt, he would have left long ago.
"This is the secret technique for the move 'Focus Energy.' You can keep it for now. It contains many thods to help a Pokémon train its ntal concentration, which might also be of so reference value for you to learn the move 'Hone Claws.'"
Coach Miles, wearing sunglasses, took out a black USB drive and handed it to Basalt, then added seriously, "Don't spread this around, and don't make a big deal about it."
"A secret technique?"
Basalt was stunned. He had long heard of the value of secret techniques. Each one was imnsely valuable, far more so than an ordinary move. But now, Coach Miles was giving him a precious secret technique? For free?
Are you serious?
"Coach Miles, don't joke with like this!" Basalt looked at him seriously, not daring to reach out his hand for it. This gift was too precious. He couldn't accept it!
"I'm not joking with you." Coach Miles shook his head with a smile and then explained the origin of this technique.
With that, Basalt's expression imdiately changed. He smiled and took the USB drive with practiced ease.
Oh, so I won this secret technique myself? Then it's fine!
"Coach Miles, when I catch a Water-type Pokémon in the future, you'll have to let take a look at your secret technique for 'Aqua Jet'!" Basalt really didn't treat himself as an outsider. After getting Focus Energy, he was already eyeing Miles's Aqua Jet. His skin was not just thick; it was extra thick.
Hearing this, Coach Miles couldn't help but laugh. "If you can win the championship, I'll give you my secret technique for Aqua Jet as well."
Miles had already taken a liking to Basalt's potential and wanted to form a good relationship with him before he rose to prominence. Now that Basalt had half-jokingly made a request, he half-heartedly agreed. It would save him the trouble of finding an excuse later.
"Just you watch! I will definitely win this championship!" Basalt was overjoyed. If he won the championship this ti, he would really be making a fortune. There was prize money from Jack, a secret technique from Coach Miles, and a rare Berry and prize money from the officials. He would be rolling in it!
Basalt was full of confidence.
"Let remind you, Luna's strength is very high. You must not be careless. What she has shown so far may not be her full strength." Seeing Basalt's growing arrogance, Coach Miles quickly poured a bucket of cold water on him. "And what about Smoochum's Sing? Do you have a good way to deal with it?"
"Umm…"
Basalt was at a loss for words, speechless.
Sing, as a sound-based move, would take effect as long as it could be heard. So even if Drilbur dug underground, in theory, it still couldn't resist the hypnotic effect of Sing and would have a high probability of falling asleep. If it were any other Pokémon, it wouldn't be a big deal if Drilbur fell asleep underground. But Luna's Smoochum was a Psychic-type.
As a mysterious and powerful psychic Pokémon, its strong ntal power could penetrate a certain thickness of soil to envelop the underground Drilbur with a psychic attack. In addition, because its psychic power could penetrate a certain thickness of soil, even if Drilbur was in a digging state, as long as it got close to Smoochum, there was a high probability that Smoochum would sense it. In this way, the surprise attack effect of Dig would be greatly weakened.
If an attack is sensed by the opponent in advance, then the move is useless!
"Screech!"
Seeing Basalt staring blankly for a long ti, Coach Miles gave his advice. "There's still a week until the semifinals and finals. Your Drilbur has a good aptitude for Screech and already has so foundation. There's a certain possibility that it can master this move within a week."
"Once your Drilbur masters Screech, when Smoochum uses Sing, Screech can drown out its song. Not only will it break the opponent's attack, but you can also take the opportunity to greatly weaken Smoochum's defense. A win-win."
Hearing this, Basalt's eyes instantly lit up again. He praised, "Coach Miles, you're a genius! How did I not think of that?"
It had to be said, the older the ginger, the spicier it is. Coach Miles's few words of advice had instantly cleared the clouds for Basalt, allowing him to see a ray of hope.
"Work hard, young man!"
Coach Miles patted Basalt's shoulder, then started the car and took him to the club, conveniently telling him to get back to training.
Basalt was on the verge of tears. He was already very tired from the competition today and had originally planned to go ho and rest well. But looking at the trainees training enthusiastically in the club, he smacked his lips and said, "Sigh! Since I'm already here…"
With no other choice, Basalt could only take Drilbur to the training room, take out the last of the special tal Coating, apply it to the little mole's claws, and have it rub them carefully.
Screech! Screech! Screech!…
A harsh sound rang out. Basalt's goosebumps instantly rose, and the hair on his arms stood on end. Although it hadn't mastered Screech yet, the sound of Drilbur's claws rubbing together was now countless tis louder than before. Basalt didn't know if other Pokémon's defenses were being lowered, but his own defense was definitely dropping rapidly, and he even felt a wave of dizziness.
Damn it, it even has a magic effect? Basalt complained to himself. Screech was not only piercing to the ears but also to the brain.
But to deal with the crisis of facing Luna, he had no other good ideas. Just train!
As long as it doesn't kill you, train like you're going to die!
The flag had already been planted. Whether it could be realized depended on… the little mole's effort!
Basalt: Go, little mole! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ
The lazy Basalt also began to work hard… at cheering for his little mole. After all, they were a team! (o°ω°o)
…
At a little past seven in the evening, while Basalt was still training at the club, his unedited interview was broadcast on television, instantly causing a huge sensation.
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