Chapter Twelve: The First Use of Telekinesis

"Where did we leave off last time?"

"Ouyang Feng was going to teach Yang Guo a skill, something called the Toad Technique. But it's really strange—I searched for a long time these past two days, and I couldn't find any skill called the Toad Technique online. Which type of Pokémon skill is that?" Ralts blinked her big eyes in curiosity.

Tang Yi cleared his throat twice. It would be weirder if she could find it.

"Alright, let's continue. To prevent Little Dragon Girl from learning the skill by eavesdropping, Ouyang Feng immobilized her by blocking her pressure points—a skill that basically stops your opponent from moving."

Ralts nodded, signaling her understanding.

"Then Yin Zhiping showed up. Little Dragon Girl mistook Yin Zhiping for Yang Guo, and then... something unspeakable happened."

Thunder struck!

Little Ralts' eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Tang Yi.

Is my trainer a monster?

The little girl’s voice trembled, "Are you... are you kidding? How could such a beautiful girl possibly..."

Tang Yi spread his hands. "Yes, that’s exactly what happened."

"But... but why?"

"Because Yin Zhiping is a villain."

"Then you’re a villain too!"

"No, no, I didn’t write this novel," Tang Yi quickly deflected the blame.

"But you’re the one telling it!" Ralts’ eyes were brimming with tears.

Tang Yi’s heart ached at the sight, but for the sake of guiding the little girl, he pressed on. "This novel was written by someone named Jin Yong. Now, there are some authors online who deliberately write just to make sweet girls like you cry, so from now on, let's read fewer novels, alright?"

"I won’t read anymore! I don’t want to hear it!" Little Ralts choked with sobs.

"Right, no more novels." Tang Yi sighed in relief, preparing to console her.

"I’ll write my own!"

What?

Tang Yi almost choked on his own breath, staring at the determined little girl. Ralts didn’t seem to be joking. Was his method of guidance going astray again?

"He’s a villain!" Ralts, still full of frustration, had nowhere to vent—who knew whether she was talking about the author or the knight Yin Zhiping.

"Yes, a terrible villain," Tang Yi agreed.

He deeply understood her feelings. Honestly, Ralts’ reaction was quite restrained. He remembered well how, when he first read that scene, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from tearing the book apart.

"Can authors really do whatever they want?"

"How can they do that?"

"I... I don’t like him!"

Those were the strongest words the little Ralts could manage. Charm school certainly didn’t teach sweet girls to curse, but she felt a knot in her chest with nowhere to vent.

So, clenching her tiny fists, Ralts punched the air hard twice, as if the villain were right in front of her.

Bang!

Several meters away, Tang Yi’s water cup on the desk suddenly flew off, smashed into the wall, and shattered into pieces.

Both of them jumped in fright.

Tang Yi was shocked. "What... what did you just do?"

Ralts, her red eyes at the ends of her green hair looking pitiful, whimpered, "It wasn’t me, I didn’t mean to..."

"Ralts, I’m not blaming you," Tang Yi said, suppressing his excitement. He crouched down, gently wrapped his arms around the girl’s shoulders, and stroked the red horn atop her head. The warmth flowed through his hand as he spoke softly, "Remember, no matter what, I’ll never blame you."

From the touch of the red horn, Tang Yi's true feelings flowed into her. Ralts gradually calmed down and recalled, "I... I just felt really angry, then something strong inside wanted to burst out, and then... then I really don’t know..."

Psychic!

It had to be Psychic!

Tang Yi was both surprised and delighted. He never expected Ralts would unlock her first skill—also the most basic attack of Psychic-types—under such circumstances.

Could it be that a Psychic Pokémon Princess could awaken the Psychic skill when her emotions surged?

Suddenly, Tang Yi thought of something. He brushed aside the green bangs on Ralts’ forehead and gazed into her ruby eyes for a long time. They were still bright and clear.

Ralts’ face flushed red, and she shrank away. As she grew older, her shy nature hadn’t changed much.

"W-what are you looking at?"

Tang Yi finally relaxed, letting go and muttering, "Good, good. No Sharingan. Looks like this is still the Pokémon world."

"Sharingan?"

"Nothing. I just meant my Ralts is so beautiful, I’ll never get tired of looking."

Ralts bashfully let her hair fall entirely forward, covering her eyes again.

Tang Yi was thrilled. He’d completely forgotten about writing novels. Taking Ralts’ little hand, he patiently explained that this was her own innate power, nothing to fear, but something she should strive to master.

"Is this my skill? But I’ve never been to any training camp." Ralts was confused.

"Well, turns out what they say online isn’t always true. You don’t necessarily need a training camp to master skills, and those so-called elite trainers’ methods aren’t the only way."

Tang Yi pondered. At least, he’d never seen anyone else mention awakening Psychic this way.

Ralts had grasped it by accident. Seizing the moment, Tang Yi encouraged her to try again.

But Ralts’ little face turned red with effort, and she couldn’t use Psychic again.

Tang Yi stroked his chin, muttering, "Could it be that the emotional surge wasn’t enough? Hmm, let me think of another good story..."

Are you a demon?

Little Ralts startled, leaping like a scared rabbit. "No! Please don’t!"

Bang!

This time, Tang Yi’s chair took the hit, knocked over by an unseen force. The chair was fine, but the window it toppled against splintered with several cracks.

Tang Yi was both pleased and troubled.

Using Psychic again meant Ralts was indeed starting to grasp the skill subconsciously, but her control was still poor.

She couldn’t use it at will, nor sustain it for long.

Still, it was a promising start.

"Maybe we should enroll in a training camp?" Tang Yi asked tentatively.

"But then I won’t have time to write my novel..." Ralts looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Alright, then we won’t," Tang Yi decided swiftly.

His confidence soared. Even without a training camp, his Ralts had awakened Psychic. Given more time, she would surely master it.

But her words reminded him—she really was determined to write her own novel.

Well, Tang Yi thought, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

For a Ralts just over a month old to suddenly use Psychic—no matter how many camps they attended, even other psychic Pokémon princesses couldn’t manage it so quickly.

He didn’t know why, but he vaguely felt it had something to do with all the novels Ralts had read.

Perhaps, if she started writing her own stories, her mental strength would be trained even further.