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Weedle's Species Power is relatively low among the starting Pokémon.
However, no matter how low it is, it can be higher than the lowest, and speed is its strength.
And if you want to battle, Pokémon speed is one thing you can't avoid.
At the same time, running can improve overall physical fitness.
Twenty times back and forth, the distance between the starting point and the target location is about 50 meters, a total run of 1000 meters.
Weedle ran after hearing Natsu say "run".
Weedle, who was full of confidence at the start, began to regret it after five runs.
After ten times, the speed slowed down significantly.
But that wasn't all, Natsu also slowed down, his face was red, sweat was dripping from his forehead and the tip of his nose.
Natsu's body was already too weak, before he came to this world, the previous owner had died because of his weak body. With a body like that, and he only ate half a piece of bread yesterday and could run, that was pretty good.
But he had to admit that the humans in this world seemed to be affected by the dense energy of the Pokémon world, and their bodies were much stronger than Natsu had expected.
After all, there are some people who, after long-term professional training, can become a Ninja, or even fight with Pokémon.
Weedle saw that even Natsu was working so hard, he gritted his teeth and continued running.
Fifteen times, one person and one Pokémon nearly reached their limit.
Don't look at a thousand meters, it doesn't seem long, but one is a newborn Pokemon, and the other is a person who is so thin that he will collapse when the wind blows, this is definitely a test for them.
And this is just the beginning of the first training session, if you can't hold on here, the whole training session will fail.
"Endure, endure, and you will be reborn after breaking the cocoon."
Natsu could almost hear his own heartbeat as he panted so hard.
Even though he was so tired that he was almost suffocating, as a Trainer, he had to set an example for Weedle who was training for the first time.
"Wee!"
Weedle shouted, as if to cheer himself and Natsu up.
Finally.
Twenty times over.
Weedle fell to the ground in exhaustion, Natsu's chest was like a deflated balloon, sweat dripping down.
Looking down at Weedle who had fallen to the ground, he said: "Stand up! After running, walk, or you won't be able to stand up tomorrow."
Hearing this, Weedle showed a sad expression.
"Wee."
He was really exhausted, if he hadn't seen Natsu working hard, he would have given up long ago.
"Get up! Go!"
Natsu's voice became serious, there was no mistaking it.
Indulging Weedle at this time was an irresponsible act.
"Wee"
Weedle shrank, then stood up while gritting his teeth at Natsu's assertiveness.
Trembling, he staggered and walked behind him.
In ten minutes.
Natsu and Weedle's breathing gradually returned to normal, and their bodies warmed up, as if there was a fire burning inside them.
"Next, practice your movements. The first is String Shot accuracy. I will throw a rock into the sky. Your job is to trap it with String Shot."
After the basic running training, Weedle already understood that this training was not a game, it would be very hard and tiring, he already felt it.
He wanted to try to protest, but every time the thought came up, he shut it down on his own.
Since Natsu was also training with her, and as a human, he was still a weak human, clearly more tired than her.
Natsu didn't give up, why did he give up?
After all, training will ultimately benefit growth, that's how it is.
"Ready."
Making sure Weedle was ready, he threw the rock upwards.
Rare and slow at first, Weedle has a high success rate.
But gradually, as Natsu got faster and more rocks were thrown at him, Weedle's attack rate decreased.
Weedle started to panic, a little in a hurry.
"Calm down, calm down, don't mess around! Look at the trajectory of the rock before you shoot."
Natsu's arms swelled up, and for a moment, he moved his left hand. He could throw his right hand and continue throwing rocks, which required a lot of physical and arm strength.
But the reminder was effective.
Weedle slowly adjusted his breathing, his small eyes fixed on the stone, although his success rate was still not high, it had increased significantly.
At least, he didn't make any mistakes.
"Whether it's String Shot or Poison Sting, the hit rate is very important. If you feel like you don't have many strings stored on your body, you can use Poison Sting instead."
"Woee! ' Weedle responded very well.
Leaving String Shot, a purple halo appeared on the sharp corners of the head, and Poison Stings flew out one by one.
It is slowly entering the real training stage.
As Weedle currently only has two moves, it means that the error tolerance in battle is relatively low. If the move fails to hit the enemy, it will make the battle very disadvantageous.
After a while, all the rocks on Natsu's feet were removed, and this stage of training ended.
"Very good, remember that feeling now. I want you to stay focused every time you train in the future."
"Wee"
Weedle, who was exhausted, answered weakly.
"Ten minute break."
As if hearing the sound of nature, Weedle fell to the ground.
Natsu, leaning against a tree trunk with his knees in his arms, also took some time to rest.
Quick.
Ten minutes have passed.
"Still twenty times back and forth, don't chase speed, just finish."
"Wow!!"
Weedle looked desperate.
But he remained adamant.
There was no reason or justification to give up, because whatever he did, Natsu did it together, clearly more tired, but setting a good example.
After running, rest for ten minutes as usual.
"Next is the third exercise, and it's very simple. Use your mouth to bite a tree."
Natsu pointed to a small tree not far away, its trunk about as thick as two normal people's arms.
"Wee?!"
Weedle looked surprised, pointed at the small tree, and gestured with his own little mouth.
'That was a training exercise?!'
It's a bit embarrassing to bite that thick tree with your mouth, isn't it?
But Natsu is undeterred. Once he gets into training, he becomes a selfless Trainer who won't give his Pokémon any slack, and he won't let himself down either.
"You only have two moves, String Shot and Poison Sting, which doesn't mean you can only master two of them. Bug Bite is a stronger and more practical move in the early stages of Bug-type Pokémon. In order to learn it, you must first have a certain understanding of your bite ability."
After explaining a bit, he continued: "For the first time, I won't give you a time limit until you actually bite it, but next time, I'm afraid I'll give you a set time to taste it for the first time!"
Weedle pursed his lips and, although reluctant, did as Natsu asked.
Seeing Weedle a little weak and limp, Natsu bent down and started doing push-ups.
"Wee?!"
Weedle turned his head in surprise.
Train with Natsu's body.
Weedle immediately shook his head, rushed to the tree and bit it hard.
Natsu uses his actions to force Weedle to speed up.
The tacit understanding between Trainer and Pokémon also grows during training.
The sun was setting in the west and the full moon was high.
These three exercises constitute one training set.
Natsu and Weedle completed two sets today.
It was a severe physical and psychological torture for them.
After finishing, he fell to the ground, not having the slightest strength to move.
Gazing at the bright stars in the night sky.
"The moon is still the same as my world."
"Wee?"
"Are you hungry? Go back and eat!"
"Wee!!"
Weedle cheered, as if all his strength had returned at once.
Pokémon's ability to recover faster than humans, Natsu doesn't even have the strength to stand, but Weedle is still alive and well.
"It seems that you are still very strong physically. I underestimated you. Tomorrow the training volume will be heavier, four sets of exercises!"
"Wee!!!"
Weedle whimpered, looking desperate.
"Come on, let's go home." Natsu stood up and walked towards the small run-down house with Weedle in his arms.
While walking, his fingers gently pressed Weedle's body to relieve his physical fatigue.
He didn't have much experience in massaging Weedle, but he knew how to pay attention to Weedle's expressions and reactions to see which part of the massage would make him more comfortable.
"Wee~~"
Weedle moaned, feeling the pleasure and happiness.
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(end of this chapter)