radicalducati Chapter 363 Memorials
Chapter 363 Memorials
Jiuji raised his eyebrows slightly.
Strategies involving mirror reflection?
This is indeed rare in grand competitions.
It requires Pokémon to have precise control over energy.
More importantly, this tactic abandons the aesthetic appeal of back-and-forth exchanges in coordinated combat.
Robert clearly has no intention of playing that kind of game of controlling the game anymore.
He changed his approach.
Counter-attack.
With his way, he also gave his body.
"Dumb, water gun." Jiuji's command was as concise as ever.
"stay."
Three jets of water, compressed to their maximum pressure, shot out in response.
They were so fast that they left only three straight white lines in the air, shooting towards Milotic in a triangular formation.
The piercing whistle that tore through the air arrived even half a second later than the water rocket itself!
Milotic did not move.
He didn't even blink.
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The trajectory of the three water jets suddenly distorted the moment they entered a one-meter radius around Milotic!
They seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, and at an even faster speed, they retraced their original path and shot straight at Slowpoke!
"stay."
A thin curtain of water instantly rose in front of Slowpoke.
Puff puff.
With three soft sounds, the rebounding water jets disappeared into the water curtain.
"So the concept of mirror reflection has been incorporated into the entire water field." Kyuki instantly saw through the key point.
“That’s exactly right,” Robert readily admitted.
His voice was filled with confidence.
"This is a specialized tactic I developed for Milotic, Illusion! It combines counterattack with artistry."
What would you do now?
Pichu waved its little paws anxiously on Jiuji's shoulder: "Pichi! Pichu!"
How can we even hit that?! It's all bounced back!
Jiuji smiled and reached out to soothe Pichu's fluffy head.
"If it just bounces back, it will indeed be a bit troublesome."
She looked at Slowpoke, who seemed to be stuck in a stalemate.
"but……"
"Oh?" A hint of interest flashed in Robert's eyes.
“A mirror has to be clean,” Jiuji said slowly and deliberately.
Robert's heart skipped a beat.
Jiuji raised his hand and pointed to the night sky.
"snowstorm."
"stay."
Slowpoke tilted its head back and let out a long yawn.
A chill, almost invisible to the naked eye, spread silently with the yawn.
The temperature in the night sky above Xingbei Square, which was as bright as day under the lights, suddenly dropped!
Water vapor in the air condensed rapidly, and grayish-white clouds gathered out of thin air.
A few seconds later, the first hexagonal snowflake drifted down gently.
Then came tens of thousands of pieces.
On the surface of that huge silver mirror, fine ripples began to spread.
The mirror is stained.
Robert looked at the swirling snowflakes in the sky, then at the Slowpoke still staring blankly in the snow, and suddenly chuckled.
He shook his head, a complex emotion mixed with amazement and helplessness.
"I originally thought you were only good at extreme concentration and explosion, but I didn't expect you to be so skilled at this kind of large-scale diffusion and penetration as well."
He looked at Jiuji: "This blizzard... I'm afraid it wasn't just to smudge my mirror, was it?"
Jiuji nodded, answering very honestly.
"Hmm, in a few more minutes, your pool should freeze over."
Robert: "..."
He watched the snowflakes fall thicker and thicker, watched ice crystals begin to condense at the edge of the pool, and watched Milotic's beautiful scales gradually become covered with a layer of white frost.
He was stunned at first, then chuckled softly, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"Hahaha... Good, very good!" He raised his hand to wipe away the snowflakes falling from the corner of his eye. "Miss Jiuji, you always manage to give me new surprises just when I think I've figured you out."
He did not instruct Milotic to stop the freezing.
In fact, in this blizzard that covers the entire area, unless countered with a more powerful energy source, Milotic alone would find it difficult to reverse this environmental change.
A direct confrontation would play right into the opponent's hands.
"My tactical planning was inadequate. But—"
He paused, then pointed forward.
"There's more than one way to deal with a Coordinator. Milotic, Enchant Voice!"
Milotic, amidst the icy snow, looked up at the sound.
Even with frost on its scales and the water beneath it beginning to crackle and freeze, the pride and focus of a top-tier coordinator in its eyes remained unwavering.
It slightly opened its mouth, and its ethereal singing voice, as if it were a tangible thing, pierced through the falling snow and echoed in the sky above Xingbei Square.
Wherever the sound reached, the raging snowflakes seemed to soften, and even the chill in the air was tinged with a hazy, warm hue.
"Stupid, but mentally strong."
"stay."
A blue light flashed in Slowpoke's eyes, and an invisible mental barrier was instantly erected.
The enchanting melody struck the barrier, causing only faint ripples before being shut out.
However, Robert's target is not entirely Slowpoke.
Milotic continued singing as its slender body glided swiftly across the still slightly frozen water.
Its trajectory is extremely elegant, with a peculiar rhythm.
Each time the tail fin lightly touches the water's surface, it creates faint, colorful halos.
The halos were not immediately swallowed up by the ice and snow.
They seemed to be imbued with the song.
Briefly suspended in the air, it intertwined with the falling snowflakes, creating a strange and wonderful scene of sound and light.
“Another essential course for a mediator,” Robert’s voice came with the wind and snow, “is to turn any place, even adversity, into a stage for one’s own performance.”
"The Tail of Water!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Milotic spun around, its long tail carrying water as it slammed into the surface of the icy water!
Snapped!
Countless tiny ice particles and water droplets were violently blasted away!
Under the enchanting melody and the light refracted by its own scales, these splashing particles transformed into countless twinkling stars, swirling and rising around it!
The once frigid world, dominated by blizzards, has suddenly become dreamlike and magnificent thanks to Milotic's performance.
The chill was still there, but it was no longer oppressive.
Pikachu's eyes widened, and it forgot to wave its little paws.
A fleeting look of admiration crossed Jiuji's eyes.
Robert's quick thinking was truly amazing.
Instead of forcibly breaking the blizzard, he turned the adverse environment into a unique backdrop that highlighted the characteristics of the Menas and his own coordination skills.
Is this the true strength of a top-tier coordination trainer?
Jiuji glanced at the score subconsciously.
Robert has two-thirds left.
On my side, only half is left.
The judging of the Grand Contest places more emphasis on on-the-spot performance and artistic expression.
"Destruction and control are powerful, but the essence of coordination is creation and resonance."
Robert's voice was tinged with laughter as he gazed at Nine.
"Now... has your rhythm been slightly affected by me?"