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Weavile's Ability was clearly Pressure. The mont it appeared on the battlefield, an overwhelming aura burst forth from its small fra.
This oppressive energy, compounded by the innate sinister aura of a Dark-type and the bone-chilling cold of an Ice-type, gave rise to a nacing presence. This pressure wasn't just invisible—it carried with it a tangible wave of icy, malicious intent that pierced straight through one's heart.
In an instant, every living creature within a hundred ters felt as if an icy spike had been suspended above their chests. Their hearts throbbed with the illusion of being stabbed through with ice.
Sato, a veteran of countless battles, wasn't affected much. He only felt a slight discomfort from Weavile's pressure.
However, the nearby trainers and onlookers—drawn by the spectacle—weren't so lucky. Most of the weaker trainers and ordinary spectators gasped in fear, clutching their chests with terror-stricken faces.
'What incredible mastery over Ice-type energy… at a very high level," Sato thought. "And with that egg-sized piece of Never-lt Ice hanging around its neck, it's channeling a trendous reservoir of cold. This level 64 Weavile can alter the weather without even using a move.'
Sato ignored the chaos in the audience and focused solely on Sophia's Weavile. He noted how it effortlessly caused localized snowfall, and with the help of his system's detection feature, he imdiately understood—this was going to be a brutal fight.
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Weavile's Data:
Pokémon: Weavile
Level: 64
Type: Dark / Ice
Ability: Pressure
Gender: Female
Known Moves: Embargo, Revenge, Pursuit, Scratch, Leer, Taunt, Quick Attack, Feint Attack, Icy Wind, Fury Swipes, Nasty Plot, tal Claw, Hone Claws, Fling, Screech, Night Slash, Snatch, Punishnt, Dark Pulse
Egg Moves: Slash, Icicle Crash
Tutor Moves: Foul Play, Ice Punch
TM Moves: Protect, Hidden Power (Fighting), Ice Beam, Blizzard, Whirlpool, Fury Cutter, Substitute, Poison Jab, Aerial Ace, Hail, Rain Dance, Hyper Beam, Brick Break, Double Team, Shadow Claw
Held Item: Never-lt Ice (small piece)
IVs: (out of 31)
HP: 28
Attack: 30
Defense: 29
Sp. Atk: 28
Sp. Def: 30
Speed: 31
Overall IV Rating: Gold Tier (Total: 176)
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From this information, it was obvious—this Weavile was built to dominate. Not only did it have a top-tier Gold-tier rating, but it also knew high-powered moves like Foul Play, Icicle Crash, and Blizzard.
Sato guessed that this Weavile, whose deanor so closely mirrored its icy beauty of a Trainer, was Sophia's ace. Both had the sa cold, commanding presence. Both were female. They practically looked like sisters.
But what troubled Sato wasn't Weavile's stats. It was the deeply familiar feeling radiating from it—and the fleeting, bloodthirsty madness in its eyes. That look etched itself into his mory.
If his instincts were right, this Weavile likely ca from the Mysterious Island, and had even spent ti in its central region.
Pokémon from that area were renowned for their exceptional instincts and deadly combat prowess. Compared to regular Pokémon of the sa level, they were often three tis as dangerous—and could easily defeat stronger opponents.
Sophia was clearly an elite Trainer. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been positioned near Viridian Gym to intercept him. Sato figured she was likely the final obstacle before reaching the Gym. Beyond her… possibly Giovanni himself, or one of his closest n like Joe Kondo.
This Weavile, trained extensively and ard with the Ice-type treasure Never-lt Ice, was undoubtedly stronger than most Pokémon of its level.
From a type matchup perspective, Sato's best choice would be Arcanine, who could freely manipulate high-temperature flas to counter Ice-types like Weavile.
However… his Arcanine was only level 51. A 13-level gap was far too large to overco with type advantage alone.
"I originally planned to save you for last... but if I don't use you now, I might not get another chance."
"Co out, Swampert. Let's use this round as your warm-up."
After a mont of calculation, Sato realized there was no way to win this without going all in. He pulled out Swampert's PokeBall and threw it into the air.
As a Dark/Ice-type, Weavile was highly vulnerable to Fighting-type moves. Swampert knew Hamr Arm, a devastating Fighting-type move with a base power of 120.
If it landed cleanly, the battle could end in a single blow.
In the next instant, white light burst from the opened PokeBall and struck the ground in front of Sato.
"Swammmm-PERRRT!!"
Swampert landed heavily, glaring at the now-serious Weavile. It slamd its fists into the ground with a loud BOOM, unleashing a battle cry that made the entire field tremble. The thin layer of ice on the battlefield instantly shattered.
Sophia, unfazed, pulled a long leather whip from her side and cracked it hard against the ground.
CRACK!
Instantly, a red gleam flashed in Weavile's eyes, and the Never-lt Ice pendant on her chest lit up with a dazzling icy blue glow.
That glow quickly spread like liquid across her body, covering her in a shimring, ice-blue aura.
Once fully enveloped, Weavile stomped her right foot down—and a blast of frigid air exploded outward, rapidly refreezing the ground in every direction.
In the blink of an eye, the field was once again covered in a slick, thin layer of ice.
Then, Weavile beca a black blur, gliding silently across the icy surface toward Swampert at incredible speed.
But just before the attack ca, a high-pitched, glass-shattering screech pierced Sato and Swampert's ears. The noise was unbearable, disrupting their reaction ti by just a fraction.
In battle, even half a second could spell disaster.
Worse, Swampert's defense suddenly dropped—its body glowed with a harsh light, signaling a serious weakening.
And then the attack struck.
Weavile's claws, now enveloped in chilling Ice-type energy and a malevolent Dark-type aura, slashed cleanly across Swampert's right arm as she zipped past.
It was a ruthless combo—Ice Punch paired with Feint Attack, both executed with deadly precision.
Two deep wounds instantly froze the surrounding flesh, leaving icy claw marks embedded into Swampert's body.
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