Pokemon: My Pokemon Has a Tailed Beast Template Chapter 84: When Confidence Turns Costly

The weeds beneath Charleon's feet suddenly ca alive, growing wildly as they coiled around its legs.

After successfully restraining Charleon's movent, Erika calmly followed up.

"Gloom, use Razor Leaf."

Sure enough, no one beca a Gym Leader through strength alone without skill to match. With just two simple commands, Erika allowed Gloom to seize complete control of the battle.

Charleon struggled desperately, kicking and tearing at the vines wrapped around its legs—but it was useless.

The grass looked fragile, yet its resilience was astonishing. No matter how hard Charleon pulled, it couldn't break free.

Raw strength alone clearly wasn't enough to escape Grass Knot.

"Calm down, Charleon," Sam said evenly. "Use Ember on the vines on the ground."

Sam's steady voice imdiately settled Charleon.

Instead of forcing its way out, Charleon opened its mouth and spat flas directly at the entangling weeds.

No matter how tough the grass was, it stood no chance against fire. In monts, the vines were reduced to ashes, and Charleon was free once more.

"Get down!" Sam shouted.

Razor Leaf had already reached Charleon. Without hesitation, Charleon dropped flat and rolled across the turf, dodging the attack cleanly.

This was the true test of coordination between Trainer and Pokémon.

The instant Sam finished speaking, Charleon reacted perfectly—rolling several tis in rapid succession and avoiding Razor Leaf entirely.

"What quick reactions…"

Calm commands and flawless execution allowed Charleon to erge completely unscathed.

"Flathrower!"

"What?!"

Erika hadn't expected Charleon to regain its battle rhythm so quickly after escaping the attack.

Charleon's talent was undeniable—not just its potential, but its combat instincts as well.

The mont it finished rolling, it sprang upright without pause, adjusting its posture into perfect battle form.

A pillar of flas erupted straight toward Gloom.

"Mou-na! Mou-na!"

Gloom scread in pain as the fire struck head-on.

Type advantage still mattered greatly in Pokémon battles. As a Grass-type, Gloom couldn't withstand sustained flas and soon lost its ability to fight.

From holding the initiative to defeat in less than half a minute—

Erika parted her lips, montarily at a loss for words. After a quiet breath, she recalled Gloom into its Poké Ball.

She turned to the apprentice waiting outside the arena and handed over the ball.

"Please take Gloom to the Pokémon Center."

"Yes, Miss Erika."

It was clear how much Erika cared for her Pokémon. Even though Gloom's injuries weren't severe, she chose to send it for treatnt imdiately.

Afterward, Erika looked back at Sam.

He noticed the change instantly—her gaze had beco sharper, far more intense.

"Sam," Erika said seriously, "you are very strong. But I won't admit defeat."

"Please co out—Vileplu."

[Pokémon]: Vileplu

[Type]: Grass / Poison

[Strength]: Mid Gym Level

[Potential]: Gym Level

Erika was clearly serious now, sending out a mid–Gym-level Vileplu right away.

Sam had originally planned to switch Pokémon.

But Charleon had no intention of backing down.

The mont Vileplu appeared, Charleon let out an excited roar, flas flickering at the corners of its mouth.

It was eager.

As a Trainer, how could Sam refuse his Pokémon's desire to fight?

Since Charleon wanted to keep going, Sam didn't stop it.

Honestly, Sam didn't even mind if Charleon took a beating.

After spending so long training it, Sam understood its personality perfectly.

It got cocky easily.

One victory was enough to make Charleon swell with confidence. And sotis, the best cure for arrogance was a hard lesson.

Sure enough, after defeating Gloom, Charleon showed no fear toward the far-stronger Vileplu—instead, it charged forward recklessly.

Flas gathered around its jaws.

Fire Fang!

Sam made no move to stop it.

Seeing Charleon get punished was sotis necessary. With its ntal resilience, a beating wouldn't cause lasting damage.

Charleon sprinted straight toward Vileplu.

Erika's expression darkened slightly. Charleon's behavior was outright disrespectful.

"Grass Knot."

Still the sa simple move—but this ti, Charleon wasn't so lucky.

Mid-sprint, the vines surged up again, catching Charleon's legs and sending it crashing face-first into the turf.

Its snout slamd into the ground, and the Fire Fang it had been charging detonated inside its own mouth.

Charleon was lucky it was a Fire-type with strong heat resistance—otherwise, that alone would've ended the fight.

Erika gave it no chance to recover.

She wouldn't make the sa mistake twice.

"Petal Blizzard."

The move's na suited Erika perfectly.

Vileplu smiled gently.

In the next instant, countless petals whirled like a violent storm, sweeping over Charleon and dealing massive damage.

Charleon tried to escape, but the Grass Knot pinned its legs firmly to the ground.

All it could do was endure the "gentle caress" of the falling petals.

What a beautiful scene.

Truly—a hero buried beneath flowers.

Sam watched for a mont, then recalled Charleon once it lost the ability to fight.

That defeat should keep it quiet for a while.

Unlike Erika, Sam didn't send Charleon to the Pokémon Center. Despite looking miserable, Vileplu had shown excellent control, and Charleon only suffered superficial injuries.

With its recovery ability, it wouldn't take long to bounce back.

"Miss Erika, your Vil

eplu is trained exceptionally well," Sam praised sincerely.

Whether it was move timing or precision control, Erika's Vileplu had reached perfection.

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