Morpeko Stealing Food

"Fire Punch?" Wei Xin exclaimed in surprise as he saw the orange flames flickering in Ralts's hand.

Flame Punch attacks the opponent with a fist filled with flames, sometimes causing the opponent to be burned. Before the fourth generation of games, it was a special attack move, but it was changed to a physical attack move in the fourth generation.

Wei Xin remembered that Ralts couldn't learn this move simply by leveling up, and he hadn't provided any TMs or similar items. Moreover, Fire Punch wasn't a genetic move and couldn't be inherited from its parents.

Even if Eleking wasn't Eleking's biological father, let alone Gallade, it's impossible.

In other words, Ralts learned Fire Punch on her own without any help from anyone?

Is this reasonable?

"How did you do that?" Wei Xin asked.

"Ralu!"

Ralts danced around excitedly, first stretching its body, then using its telekinesis to retrieve a chopstick from the kitchen, holding it in its hand and waving it around a couple of times.

"Are you saying you got inspiration from the battle between Gengar and Marowak?"

For Ralts, Fire Punch is a taught move, something that can only be learned through contact with other Pokémon and receiving instruction. But Ralts only watched a battle from the sidelines... Could it be...?

Is it telepathy? Ralts secretly learned how to use fire energy through telepathy, and then directly developed the Fire Fist on its own.

"My Ralts is a little genius!" Wei Xin excitedly reached out, picked up Ralts, and gently tossed her into the air.

If we say that teaching techniques is like a teacher passing on the multiplication table to a student, who then memorizes it by rote and applies it.

So Ralts creating Flame Fist is like watching a classmate use multiplication, then applying that knowledge to other situations, and finally figuring out division on her own without any guidance.

If Garchomp had that kind of aptitude, it would be impossible for it not to master Dragon Dance.

"Ralts!" Ralts waved her hands in mid-air, feeling very comfortable with the trainer's joyful emotions.

"Flame Fist, show me again!"

Slowly putting Ralts down, Wei Xin planned to study this phenomenon again, hoping that Ralts might be able to master other skills in a similar way.

"Ralts!" Following the trainer's instructions, Ralts repeated the previous process, rubbing its hands together and then lighting them.

Friction can cause a fire? Could this be exploited during a match, giving the opponent an opening animation opportunity?

Looking at the flames dancing in Ralts's hand, Wei Xin pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Ralts, can you skip the hand-rubbing process and just unleash Fire Punch?"

"Ralts?" Upon hearing this, Ralts stopped supplying energy, extinguished the flames on its hands, and attempted to unleash a Flame Fist directly.

Unfortunately, she failed. It's like when you're solving a problem, you deliberately omit a formula for the sake of efficiency, but when you look back, you find that you can't find the solution.

After omitting the process of friction ignition, she couldn't find the feeling of releasing the skill; no matter how she waved her arms, she couldn't get her fist to ignite.

"Ralts!" Ralts stamped his feet in frustration.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Xin had an idea and said to Ralts, "Don't worry, I have a way."

What if it won't light? Bit the lighter!

He plans to use modern technology to simplify the combustion formula for Ralts, transforming it from friction-ignition to industrial combustion.

Wei Xin carried Ralts into the kitchen, placed her next to the stove, and pressed his finger on the stove knob.

"Next, let's invite Teacher Zaotai to demonstrate how to instantly cast Flame Fist."

Wei Xin pressed the knob on the stove, and the lighter on the edge of the stove crackled. Then Wei Xin turned the knob, and as gas sprayed out of the gas hole, a blue flame ignited in the center of the stove with a bang.

"Do you understand now?"

"Ralts!" Seeing the flames on the stove, Ralts tilted its head in confusion, first nodding, then shaking its head.

I understand, but not completely.

"No rush, let's do it a few more times and observe carefully," Wei Xin said.

To make it easier for Ralts to understand, this time he broke down each step of lighting the stove and labeled them with numbers.

"One." Release sparks.

"Two." Release the gas.

"Bang!" Flames erupted.

"Ralts, you can follow my commands and come with the gas stove instructor."

"One, two, bang!" Wei Xin chanted the commands rhythmically while guiding Ralts to unleash its Flame Punch.

Finally, after more than ten repetitions, a result was achieved.

"One." Release sparks.

"Two." Release energy.

"Bang!" As the stove reignited, an orange spark ignited on Ralts' fist.

"Well done," Wei Xin smiled slightly and encouraged, "Next, you can try calling out the commands yourself."

"La, La, Laru!"

"Great, try a few more times, and then you can try abandoning the password."

……

Wei Xin and Ralts were engrossed in training their Flame Punch technique. Before long, Wei Xin noticed beads of sweat on Ralts' forehead.

After all, Ralts was only two days old and had limited stamina, so she couldn't withstand any more stress.

Wei Xin took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Ralts's body, saying, "Let's pause for a moment and have some milk to replenish your energy."

"Laru".

Although Ralts believed she still had the strength left, she followed Wei Xin's instructions and used her telekinesis to make the milk that was originally on the table fly into her arms.

Without even looking, Ralts picked up the glass, completely unaware that the milk inside had now transformed into a brown, yellow, and black Pokémon.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Morpeko, who was fast asleep in the cup, noticed the movement, struggled to turn around in the cup, raised his head, and met Ralts's gaze.

"Mobe Mobe!" Mobe wanted to raise his hand to greet Ralts, but because his body was stuck in the cup, he couldn't move. He could only open his mouth, revealing an inverted triangle-shaped tooth, and smile shyly.

Little mouse, climbed onto the table, stole milk, but can't get out.

"Ralts!" Ralts was so startled that she instantly released her Nen, closed her eyes, and instinctively threw a punch. Her flaming fist shattered the glass and slammed into Morpeko's abdomen, slamming him against the wall. She then looked at the flames on her fist in disbelief.

"Mobe!" A Morubek screamed as it slid down the wall and crashed headfirst into a trash can.

"Morubeko, why are you here?" Wei Xin walked to the trash can, reached out, grabbed Morubeko by the back of the neck, lifted him out, and gently placed him on the table. Due to the level difference, Ralts's Flame Punch did not cause any effective damage to Morubeko.

He recognized it immediately as the Morupec from Mary's head.

Hajibe, you're actually willing to use yourself as bait to get Ralts to master Fire Fist?

"Mobe!" Morubek bowed politely to Wei Xin, took out a seed from the pocket on his right side, placed it next to his cheek, and with a flash of electricity on his cheek, cooked the seed before handing it to Wei Xin.

"For me?" Wei Xin asked.

As a two-faced Pokémon, Morpeko is prone to hunger, so it cherishes the seeds it carries and almost never shares them with anyone.

"Mobe!" Morpeko nodded, turned around and walked to Ralts, who was looking down with a lost expression because her milk had been stolen, and gave her another seed.

I drank the milk because I was hungry and couldn't resist the temptation. Dividing the seeds was an apology for my actions.

As expected of Morpeko, who was raised by Marie, she is a very polite and well-behaved child.

Thinking this, Wei Xin put the electric seed into his mouth. Instantly, a tingling sensation exploded in his mouth, followed by a rich aroma that filled his entire oral cavity, like eating a grape-flavored popping bean.

Because the seeds tasted good, and because Morpeko was sincere in admitting her mistake, Ralts generously forgave Morpeko for stealing her milk.

"Won't Mary worry about you running here?" Thinking about how to return Morubek to Mary, Wei Xin turned to look out the window.

The sun had already set outside the window, and the sounds of bird Pokémon could be heard from the school's woods. After gaining Ralts's understanding, Morpeko walked up to Wei Xin and tugged at his sleeve.

Wei Xin turned his head and saw Morubek on the table standing on tiptoe, drawing circles on his stomach with one hand and pointing to his open mouth with the other.

The milk tastes good, do you have any more?

Wei Xin chuckled, feeling a bit hungry himself, and said, "Okay, I'll take you home after dinner."