Pokemon: This Ash Is Too Versatile Chapter 194 - 122: Wild-Fowl Fighting Tournament, First Figh

After Misty pulled Brock aside, Ash placed Riolu on the ground and then gave Rebecca an awkward yet polite smile, "Um, can I ask about what happened between you and your father?"

Looking at Ash’s slightly youthful face, Rebecca’s earlier fear slowly subsided, and she began to speak, "Actually, it’s like this..."

She and her father lived near this road, but her father, Anthony, was always away training for a tournant called the P1 Fighting Tournant, unwilling to co ho.

Her father claid he absolutely wouldn’t return until he won the championship and left her and her mother to manage the household, even making them self-sufficient for living expenses.

"Such a man is too much, unworthy of being a father!" After Rebecca finished narrating the situation, Brock appeared out of nowhere and roared.

Brock was the most qualified to say such things because compared to Rebecca’s father, his father was even more excessive.

Rebecca only needed to take care of herself and her mother, but Brock had to not only care for himself but also support ten younger siblings, manage the Gym, face Gym challengers, and still find ti to train Pokemon daily.

He endured all those years because his will was as unbreakable as a rock!

However, once he was outside, this rock-solid resolve lted under the fiery passion of the young ladies.

"He gives up his family for a championship. How could any father be so irresponsible... ahem, never mind." Misty also loudly criticized, but suddenly, she rembered sothing and stopped abruptly.

Because wasn’t Brock’s father also traveling far away to beco the Celestial King Champion, leaving Brock at ho?

If Rebecca’s father was irresponsible, then to put it bluntly, Brock’s father was no different from being dead...

Rebecca heard this and also showed a look of disappointnt but said nothing, seeming gradually accustod to her father’s behavior.

Ash thought of his father, whom he hadn’t seen for many years, and couldn’t help but feel a bit indignant. What’s with fathers these days? Do they ignore their children and wives after marriage and childbirth? It’s truly irresponsible!

"Rebecca, what kind of tournant is that called the Fighting Tournant?" Ash asked.

He needed Anthony to return ho, and if so, the approach had to start with the tournant. First, he needed to understand what kind of tournant it was.

Upon hearing this, Rebecca explained the so-called P1 Fighting Tournant as they returned to her ho.

It was actually a small-scale event, but the champion could win a pure gold belt, and with proper promotion, it beca known as an honorable competition within the fighting world!

In reality, anyone with so standing in the fighting community looked down on this tournant.

Anthony was completely bewitched by the promotion, wanting desperately to win the so-called honor, and citing the golden belt as the reason for going.

He claid that once he won the belt, he could provide a better life for Rebecca and her mother, but in reality, since leaving ho, the household lost its main source of inco, and now both she and her mother had to go out to work.

Whether they would ever live well in the future was uncertain, but their current life was much worse than before.

The tournant had been held for three years on a nearby vacant lot, and this year marked the third year. Rebecca’s father, Anthony, failed the first two tis despite reaching second place.

However, compared to the Champion, being the runner-up was just a title without any prizes. Only the Champion could win the golden belt.

This year, her father was determined to win the championship because he had always been so close before and surely wouldn’t fail again this ti.

"So in the end, it’s just about that championship title?" Ash pointed out sharply.

The claim of helping the family was false; the only real matter was the championship title to him.

According to the tournant promotion, winning the Fighting Tournant not only grants the golden belt but also the title of Kanto’s first Fighting Master.

Hearing this title made Ash almost laugh, "Did you ask Bruno, the Elite, if you’re the first?"

Such a small-ti tournant shalessly claiming the title of first Fighting Master was laughable!

And frankly, if soone of Anthony’s caliber could take second place, the participants must be quite poor!

Riolu, even at the newbie level, managed to beat Anthony easily!

Though a small trick was used, Riolu, after leveling up, was only at the Advanced Junior Level, winning against a peak perforr due to Aura Power being a cheat and the opponent being diocre.

The Pokemon was fine, but their command level was average. If such fighters could be called the first Fighting Master, then Kanto would be done for.

Rebecca sighed, poured a cup of tea for Ash and the others, and said, "Both mom and I think that the tournant doesn’t really have much rit since it’s just an outdoor contest, but dad is convinced it’s an officially certified competition with the title of first Fighting Master."

"So, we have no choice but to either have dad win the championship or co to a harsh realization during the tournant, otherwise, he probably won’t co back."

There were only two ways to get Anthony to co back. One was to let him win the championship and fulfill his wish, but human desires are endless, and if he won this ti and lost next, he might repeat the whole cycle.

The other way was to completely crush Anthony’s self-confidence, making him realize what a frog in the well he was, which would be a permanent solution, though it might damage his spirit as a Trainer.

But that was better than having him abandon his wife and daughter.

Ash thought for a while and suddenly asked, "When does the Fighting Tournant start?"

"The starting ti is ten o’clock tomorrow morning."

"Ten in the morning? Then it should be too late to register now, right?"

"No, you still can. Registration is open until five this afternoon, so there’s ti," Rebecca said, looking at the clock, which showed three in the afternoon—still ti to register.

"Ash, do you plan to enter that tournant?" Misty sensed Ash’s intention.

"Yes, as long as Anthony realizes reality, he’ll return ho." Ash nodded in acknowledgnt.

"But can Riolu really do it alone? The tournant finishes in one day, aning it’s not just one fight a day—it requires continuous winning, all the way until the Championship!" Misty voiced her concern.

Riolu’s strength, especially after rging Aura with Ash, was substantial, but his weakness was endurance.

Just facing a Hitmonchan almost drained him even without getting hit by any moves.

If he fought all day, could Riolu hold up?

"Who said I’d use Riolu?" Ash retorted, then drank his tea and stepped out of the house.

"I’ll be back soon." With that, Ash released Pidgeot, jumped onto its back, and as it flapped its wings, a strong wind rose, and they soared into the sky swiftly.

"Where is Ash going?"

"No idea."

Misty and Brock exchanged puzzled looks, uncertain of Ash’s sudden flight on Pidgeot to sowhere...