Pokémon: I am really a civilian trainer

Accompanied by a familiar buzzing sound.

It was still the same courtyard, still late at night, and the bright moonlight poured down from the sky, casting the same light and shadow on the ground.

But everything is completely different.

In fact, choosing to add some points at Uncle Aaron's home was also an experiment for Mark.

In the past, he always chose to add points in the forest, so the dream world has always been a forest environment.

To be precise, it is a complete forest environment.

Even the original location of Clear Creek Village was a forest. The boundless forest spread into the distance as if there was no end.

This time, Mark was testing what changes would occur to the surrounding environment after adding points in the village.

However, after waking up from the dream world, Mark had completely forgotten about this experiment.

Mark rubbed his head and glanced around.

Caterpie and Butterfree were beside him, Vikavolt was parked against the wall, and next to Vikavolt there was a Magnemite floating around.

In addition, in a water tank not far away, his Wimpod was inside, gurgling and spitting bubbles.

Mark frowned slightly, the courtyard seemed to be missing something.

But he thought about it for a while, but still couldn't remember it.

Without thinking too much, Mark looked at the elves around him and said, "Some time ago, when I was fighting with Raymond, I almost lost consciousness because of Electrabuzz's [Thunder]. This made me realize my shortcomings.

In the world of Pokémons, there are not only regular Pokémon battles, but also wild fights without rules and various unexpected situations.

At this time, the trainer's weak body will become a burden.

Although my physical fitness is pretty good, it is far inferior to that of Pokémons, so I decided to improve my physical fitness through practice.

During this process, you can also practice with me and strengthen your body together..."

After Mark finished speaking, he immediately took action, moving his body on the spot and performing the natural dance of the Clear Creek Forest.

Through natural dance, he can not only enhance his [Power of the Clear Stream], but also nourish his body, allowing his physical fitness to slowly improve.

When the Caterpie and Butterfree saw Mark dancing, they also started to dance along with him. Vikavolt not far away was standing in a daze in the corner, not quite understanding what was going on.

Then, Mark paused.

Caterpie and Butterfree also stopped.

Because this time the natural dance didn't work.

Obviously [Power of Clear Stream] can be used normally, but after performing the natural dance, no gifts from the forest will be received.

This is indeed the case. At this moment, Mark is in a dream world. The forest here is not a real forest, and Mark naturally cannot receive any gifts from the fake forest.

Marx thought about it for a while, but still couldn't figure out the reason.

But Mark didn't continue to dwell on it, and soon started dancing another way on the spot.

In fact, it is not a dance, but a kind of boxing, or martial arts.

These martial arts moves were a set of physical fitness exercises that Mark created these days through the strange strength of [holding] and [seeing through] techniques, combined with some martial arts he learned before the time travel.

Practicing it feels a bit like Tai Chi, but with many differences. It is round but also has a lot of strength.

Unfortunately, both Uncle Aaron and Raticate are no longer with us, otherwise he could have further improved this kind of physical fitness.

While thinking, Mark, who was doing physical exercises, stopped.

Speaking of which, where did Uncle Aaron and Raticate go?

Mark glanced around the courtyard, but couldn't find the reason for a moment. He just remembered that Uncle Aaron and Raticate had left.

Without much hesitation, Mark quickly continued to practice physical fitness gymnastics.

After doing the physical fitness exercises five times, Mark was sweating profusely and his muscles were trembling all over his body. He then called Butterfree and Caterpie over and cast the [Electric Grid] on his body, using electric current to stimulate his body cells.

After Electrabuzz, Mark felt sore all over, so he used the [Power of Clear Stream] to heal his body while eating the food placed near the stone table.

Although I don't know why I can't get the gifts of the forest by dancing the natural dance, the use of [Power of Clear Stream] is not affected in any way.

Soon, feeling that his body had almost recovered, Mark started doing fitness exercises again.

This time, Mark tied a dozen sandbags all over his body for weight-bearing exercises.

After two hours of exercise, Mark once again lay on the ground sweating and feeling sore all over.

The sky had brightened before we knew it.

At this moment, Mark suddenly heard a slight noise.

The noise came from the water tank.

I don't know when it started, but while he, Caterpie, and Butterfree were practicing this kind of physical exercise together, Wimpod also started practicing it in the water tank.

Mark walked to the water tank and took a look. Although he was not very skilled, Wimpod was practicing very enthusiastically.

Without thinking too much, Mark continued to let Caterpie and Butterfree use the [Electric Grid] to stimulate his body with electric current...

…

Mark's workout is simple and crude.

Specifically, it means using the same routine, repeating the exercises day after day, persisting, continuing to persist, and persisting continuously.

one day...

One week...

One month...

One year...

Two years...

Finally, one day three years later, Mark stopped.

After three years of continuous training, his body has become as hard as steel, with bulging muscles all over his body, making him look like a human tank.

He was originally 1.88 meters tall and weighed about 140 kilograms, but now he weighs more than 350 kilograms.

"Is it impossible to make any progress?"

Mark whispered softly.

At the beginning, he felt progress almost every day during this training process, but as time went by, this progress became less and less.

Then in the last month, his body has stopped growing at all.

Somehow, Mark had a feeling that it seemed that achieving such a body would be enough.

However, Mark quickly shook off the thought.

That's not enough, he also needs to make his body stronger.

On this day, Mark did not exercise as he had done before. Instead, he picked up a wooden stick and wrote and drew in the sand in the yard, organizing the knowledge in his mind.

After writing for three consecutive days, Mark left the village and came to the forest outside the village to breathe and feel the forest.

A few days later, Mark returned to the courtyard and continued writing and drawing on the ground.

After two days of writing, Mark went to the forest again.

A month later, Mark began doing yoga in the forest, and then a gentle style of calisthenics in the forest without weights.

Time goes by...

Mark's hideous, steel-like muscles seemed to be getting smaller and smaller, and his weight was gradually approaching that of a normal person.

After another three years, Mark's weight has completely returned to normal.

In terms of strength and defense, he is weaker than the tank he was three years ago, but in terms of speed and nerve reflexes, his body is much faster than it was three years ago.

Of course, these are not the point.

While thinking, Mark took a deep breath.

For a normal person, breathing for more than ten seconds is already the limit, but Mark's breathing lasted for nearly three minutes.

Then, a white air wave nearly one meter long spewed out from his mouth like a column.

From outside to inside.

Unconsciously, Mark developed something that seemed to be internal strength.

So Mark continued to practice.

Time continues to pass, year after year.

Before we knew it, eighty-three years had passed.

Mark, who was sitting cross-legged in the forest, slowly opened his eyes.

Mark seemed to sense something, looked at the sky, then stood up and walked towards the outskirts of the forest.

Before he knew it, he came to the meadow where he first crossed over and saw puddles of various sizes.

He walked to a puddle and looked at his reflection in the puddle.

Soon, Caterpie with a body length of 2.3 meters came over, and then Caterpie called Butterfree behind it to come over to watch the reflection together.

Mark looked at himself in the reflection and sighed.

He used his fingers to play with his hair and pulled out a silver hair from his head of black hair.

Looking at the white hair in his hand, Mark's eyes became a little confused and lost.

"After all, I couldn't resist the passage of time, and my body functions began to decline. It seems that this is the limit of what my body can reach..."

"I still failed..."

With this sigh, the picture in front of Mark shattered...