To exaggerate slightly, this Electivire alone could handle all their Pokémon, especially with type advantage clearly in play.
Moreover, its blatant peak elite-level status was enough to completely overwhelm every Pokémon present.
The vast majority of everyone's Pokémon hovered around levels 41 to 43. Compared to Electivire's near-level-60 advantage, the gap was simply too massive.
On the beach, golden light illuminated the surroundings. Electric arcs crackled as Electivire's body became wrapped in seething, violent lightning. Multiple chain-like bolts of electricity bound all the Pokémon.
Intense electric light flashed as powerful voltage conducted through the lightning chains into the Pokémon's bodies.
Even the air filled with golden arcs, like electric serpents constantly bursting and jumping.
On the beach, Pokémon lined up in rows, each with a golden chain bound to them. As Electivire controlling the chains unleashed its power, countless violent lightning bolts instantly conducted through the chains, penetrating their bodies.
Nidoking, Nidoqueen, Gyarados, Golduck, Venusaur, Pidgeot nand Sieg's Crawdaunt and Sharpedo.
All the Pokémon cried out in pain. Among them, Nidoking and Nidoqueen fared slightly better. With their Ground-type, they could normally nullify same-level Electric attacks.
But with such a significant level gap, like now, they still suffered some degree of damage.
Though not life-threatening, this penetrating electrical assault caused them immense pain.
The other Pokémon suffered even more. With their Water or Flying-types, they were naturally weak to Electric attacks. Now facing their greatest fear head-on, this wasn't just phsysical burden, but also a mental one.
The four stood by the cliff, watching the rugged beach below, all feeling a trace of heartache.
They felt both pain for their Pokémon's suffering and hope that they would improve while overcoming their fear of Electric-types.
Perhaps this was the complex emotion every trainer possessed. Aside from a truly vicious few, the vast majority, even those operating in the criminal underworld, held genuine feelings, even bonds, with their Pokémon.
Yet simultaneously, every trainer hoped their Pokémon would grow stronger. This wasn't just the trainer's wish, but every Pokémon's desire as well.
In this world, the drive to grow stronger was etched into every Pokémon's heart. Except for rare cases affected by abilities or genetic defects, the desire for strength was practically inscribed in every Pokémon's bloodline.
Mushin interrupted the touching moment. "Alright, alright. Your Pokémon will be fine. My Electivire knows how to control its power."
"Now you all have your own assignments!"
Before finishing his sentence, Mushin suddenly stepped forward and launched a kick at the twin brothers. His attack was so swift it caught them completely off guard.
Though the twins tried their best to block, they were knocked to the ground within moments. Just as Sieg was confused, Mushin turned and attacked him.
Rose cursed and prepared to release a Pokémon.
"No Pokémon allowed! Use close-quarters combat only!"
Mushin's loud shout interrupted Sieg's action.
Hearing this, everyone roughly understood Mushin's intent, training their hand-to-hand combat skills?
People like them who operated in the shadows all possessed some special techniques, so their close combat wasn't weak. But saying they were particularly strong would be an overstatement.
After all, this world revolved around Pokémon. Everyone just trained close combat enough to avoid it becoming a weakness.
After all, a barrel's capacity is determined by its shortest plank.
After briefly demonstrating by knocking all four down, Mushin pointed toward a factory on the plains below.
"Your next training location is there. This will be your most unforgettable week."
Mushin's eyes carried deeper meaning. Everyone felt somewhat confused.
Suddenly, a beast's roar erupted from within the factory. It was a Pokémon's cry. Sieg's hair stood on end as he began to suspect what awaited them.
Everyone walked to the factory entrance. With creaking sounds, the large doors slowly opened, finally revealing what lay inside, caged Pokémon locked in iron pens!
Though the Pokémon's levels weren't strong, most emanating auras below level 20, Sieg's expression instantly darkened.
Rose, observing quietly, muttered, "Black Sky, what's with that face? They're just a few Pokémon. You're too timid."
Sieg didn't bother explaining, simply saying curtly, "Hope you can still laugh later."
Next, Mushin collected everyone's Poké Balls for safekeeping. Initially, the group was reluctant, after all, these were private items, how could they hand them to someone else?
Until Mushin pulled out a locked case and stated bluntly, "You think I care about your mediocre Pokémon? If you wanna complain, just quit the special training now. I'll report it to Executive Archer immediately and find replacements!"
Everyone reluctantly complied. However, Sieg kept a trick up his sleeve, secretly withholding Sandile's Poké Ball and stored it in his spatial ring. This was his long-standing habit, never entrusting his life and safety entirely to others.
Everyone's spatial equipment consisted of backpacks and belts. Only his was a ring, making it extremely easy to conceal.
Sure enough, before anyone could question Mushin, a Raticate imprisoned in one of the iron cages was suddenly released.
With crimson eyes radiating killing intent, the Raticate rapidly charged toward them. A Raticate wasn't particularly large or small, standing at 0.7 meters tall.
For humans, even one hit would almost certainly be fatal. Even low-level Pokémon weren't something human strength could resist.
Its front teeth instantly fletched, condensing gray-brown energy.
Bite attack.
Without their Pokémon, everyone clearly panicked.
But after reacting, they instantly understood this training's purpose, physical combat against Pokémon!
Though this Pokémon's level wasn't high, merely ten or so, it still posed a severe challenge for everyone.
Sieg reacted fastest, immediately running backward while pulling out his hand crossbow and continuously firing at the Raticate.
Unfortunately, every bolt he fired was crushed by Raticate's Super Fang, the broken arrows clattering to the ground, snapping everyone out of their shock.
The other three quickly scattered, simultaneously drawing combat daggers or throwing blades from their waists.
Facing this mere level-ten Raticate, normally none of them would even blink, to them, it would be nothing more than an insignificant ant.
But now they had to give it their full 120% attention, because one careless mistake could mean death right here.