Chapter 639: It Must Be the World's Fault
Doublade didn't want to be treated like a child.
Although he had spent most of his existence sleeping—as ghosts often do—he was indeed several decades old, approaching a century.
So Arthur didn't refute his correction.
While Arthur was calm, Roman on the other side wasn't.
He even subconsciously took half a step back.
"I... I've seen many videos of you fighting in the desert. I recall your sword shouldn't lack combat experience, right?"
Arthur looked at him awkwardly.
Is that half-step back serious?
Don't be like that, I'm not going to hold him and slash you.
"He doesn't lack combat experience, but most of the time he's used to fighting while being held by me. If he's going into the arena, he might still lack some experience in fighting independently."
Doublade didn't like hearing this.
Damn it! Who's used to being held by you?! I was forced! You forced a ghost! I'm not used to it at all!
But when Arthur subconsciously reached out, Doublade immediately adjusted his blade, presenting the hilt to Arthur's hand at the most comfortable angle.
This movement was so smooth and natural that the two humans and one ghost present were stunned for a moment.
Arthur immediately let go and explained to Roman, "Don't be nervous, I don't plan to hold him while sparring with you. I want to ask you to help train him, train him to fight independently."
Roman smiled stiffly and retracted his foot.
Meanwhile, Doublade floated aside and fell into deep thought.
When did I become like this? Who made me like this? Why am I so proficient?
I'm clearly a sword spirit yearning for freedom...
So it must be this world's fault!
Ignoring Doublade's sudden philosophical musings, Arthur discussed with Roman, and the opponent sent out his ace: Swampert.
"Let's give it a try then."
"Okay, go, Doublade!"
Hearing this, Doublade habitually adjusted his blade again, pointing the tips of both swords outward and the hilts uniformly to the rear.
After a while, he realized, Wait! Why am I posing like this when fighting by myself?! I should turn into agile flying swords!
It must be the world's fault! Absolutely!
"..."
"..."
Arthur and Roman fell silent again.
In the following time, Swampert and Doublade conducted a series of sparring sessions.
It also successfully exposed many of Doublade's problems.
"Except when using Aerial Ace, his flight speed is average. Personally, I suggest not forcing the flying sword style?"
"The choice of slashing paths often lacks some spirituality. He seems not very good at finding the enemy's weak points on his own. Maybe he's been held by you too much and isn't good at choosing angles himself?"
"Defense is done well. The blade parrying technique is very beautiful. Did you use these two swords to parry often before?"
Every time Roman spoke, Doublade would retort tsundere-ly in the telepathic link.
He clearly yearns for agile flying swords!
Who says he lacks spirituality?
Who says he only knows how to parry?
He clearly—
Okay, gradually Doublade couldn't continue...
Because there was no helping it. Even he had to admit after fighting for a while that it seemed more comfortable to slash people when Arthur held him.
At that time, every slash hit its mark, various sword techniques came easily, the trajectory was tricky like a viper striking, and the force was fierce like a tiger unleashed!
But when cutting people independently, he found his force insufficient, angles imprecise, positioning loose, reaction slow...
The gap with the combat in his memory was too big!
Only by truly trying to fight independently did Doublade deeply understand: How perverted my master's combat power is!
Thinking about this made him feel even worse, because it meant that from the perspective of maximizing combat power, he indeed should be held.
Damn it!
How can there be such a perverted human in this world? Sure enough, it's all the world's fault!
Practicing until noon, approaching mealtime, Roman suddenly thought of asking a question.
"But although there are still many shortcomings to improve, your Doublade's overall combat power is not weak, and his foundation is very solid. Why not consider letting him evolve first?"
In Roman's eyes, Arthur's Doublade should have been able to evolve long ago.
Arthur said, "You mean using a Dusk Stone to assist? If the evolution fails, it will harm the Pokémon. I want him to accumulate more."
Although the competition was important, Arthur always prioritized the safety of his Pokémon.
Hearing this, Roman's face suddenly became strange.
"Don't you know there are instruments now that can dynamically calculate the success rate of Pokémon evolution? Adjusted by breeders, the backlash of evolution failure can be reduced to negligible."
"Really?"
"...Of course it's true. You're a professional player, how do you not know this? Did you travel from the last century?"
"..."
Arthur was speechless for a moment.
Because Roman didn't know he accidentally guessed the truth.
Arthur did travel here.
In some fields, his knowledge was indeed outdated.
Mainly because he hadn't thought to pay special attention to these aspects before.
"Science can't solve all problems, but modern science can at least solve most of the problems you know."
Roman's words touched Arthur deeply.
Times are indeed developing!
Then in the afternoon, Arthur went out with Roman to find a professional breeding house.
As long as you have money, such services can be found anywhere.
After the staff conducted a comprehensive physical examination on Doublade using various modern instruments, the nurse at the breeding house joyfully introduced to Arthur.
"According to the examination results, your Doublade's reserves are excellent. Using a Dusk Stone directly, the evolution success rate can reach 72.4%.
"We recommend you use our breeding house's professional CED physiotherapy package, only 28,999, which can stably increase the evolution success rate to 99.8%!"
"...Okay."
Under the nurse's incredibly enthusiastic smile service and fluent Kubfu language promotion, Arthur paid on the spot.
Then a group of professional breeders surrounded Doublade, applying essential oils, burning special incense on site, and some embedding gems on Doublade's hilt guard.
A series of operations were too professional for Arthur to understand...
He could only sigh again: Times are indeed developing!
More than an hour later, the preparation work was finally completed.
The last Dusk Stone was carefully placed flat on the gem on the front of Doublade's guard by an elderly breeder.
In an instant, white light shone in the room!
"Success?!"
The breeders of the institution were confident.
"Of course, this is just a minor procedure."
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