Pokémon: Farm Story

Chapter 105: Here, Ting-Lu Faces Defeat

Normally, Ruination is a move best used at the very start of a battle.

As long as it lands, it immediately halves the opponent’s HP, giving the user a massive early advantage.

Perhaps due to the nature of Vessel of Ruin, the turbulent air currents were laced with an ominous black aura—like an inescapable curse, hidden yet perilous.

All the Pokémon caught in its wake felt a deep-seated fear welling up from the depths of their hearts.

Ogerpon remembered the days it once fled under the hateful gazes of humans.

Slowking recalled the helpless panic of

Giga Impact!

As a Normal-type Pokémon, Persian’s move pool covered a wide range of types.

But against Ting-Lu, it lacked any major super-effective moves—

So, for a finishing blow, it had to rely on Normal-type powerhouses:

Giga Impact and Hyper Beam.

Against Ting-Lu’s massive frame, Persian looked tiny.

Almost delicate.

Yet, that small frame crashed into the colossus with devastating force.

"BOOM!"

As the explosion of impact faded, Persian landed lightly, absorbing the recoil with only a slight tremor in its legs.

For a brief moment—silence.

Only the sound of Ting-Lu’s ragged breathing filled the air.

Its crimson eyes locked onto Persian—then onto Natsume.

As if trying to burn their images into its mind forever.

At last, in that moment, Ting-Lu's labored breathing suddenly came to a halt.

Its eyes rolled back, and its massive body slowly collapsed with a thunderous crash.

If the initial impact had signaled the start of battle, then this sound marked its conclusion.

The legendary Pokémon, Ting-Lu, had met its defeat.

Even after it fell, the Pokémon remained on high alert.

Gallade cautiously stepped forward and slashed at it twice, testing for any reaction.

Only after Gardevoir and Slowking confirmed that Ting-Lu had truly lost the ability to fight and fallen unconscious did the team finally lower their guard.

"Woomah."

It's over.

Clutching its chest, Ogerpon's face showed a look of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted.

Only it knew how much pressure it had been under.

This was its first time battling an opponent of this caliber.

Throughout the fight, Ogerpon had been treading carefully, afraid that a single mistake could render everyone's efforts meaningless.

Even more so, it worried that Natsume might get hurt.

"Caw-caw!"

Damn it! Kill steal!

Corviknight swooped down from the sky, visibly disgruntled, and instinctively started picking a fight with Persian.

No reason, really—just sheer habit.

Persian, who had just been considering categorizing Corviknight as a "normal Pokémon," glanced at it sideways, then silently kicked it back into the "complete lunatic" category in its mind.

At this moment, there was no doubt—Corviknight's confidence must have been through the roof.

It was probably already planning its 800th challenge against Persian.

To date, Corviknight had never won a single match against it.

But hey, gotta admire the persistence.

"Garde!"

"Gall—uh…"

With the battle over, Gallade's emotional control system rebooted, leaving it a little awkward as it looked at its younger sister.

Reflecting on its earlier outburst, it wondered if maybe—just maybe—it had been a little too aggressive.

But honestly, it wasn't like it could control it that well.

Gallade muttered to itself in a low voice.

Managing emotions is something everyone knows they should do, but few can actually master.

A mental breakdown only takes a split second—for both humans and Pokémon alike.

"Yadon."

Slowking casually planted the branch it had been using as a makeshift staff into the ground, then silently walked forward, gazing down at the fallen Ting-Lu, lost in thought.

"Alright, now we need to figure out what to do with this massive headache."

Holding Zorua in his arms, Natsume frowned at Ting-Lu.

This thing was a real hot potato.

In every sense of the word.