[Well, if this isn't the most gorgeous backdrop to fight in front of! Hijikata barely needs to regret having to focus on his own battle when he's getting a panorama view of Shoto's sweeping elemental dance. Beautiful. No one turns a battle into art like you, Shoto-kun.
By the time Shoto stills his deadly sweep, a good number of the winged dinosaurs have become his collateral damage, having taken frost injuries from his by-the-by ice attack on the burning town. The ones that were in the air, meanwhile, got partly electrocuted by Hijikata and taken out with his enhanced swords upon their fall, partly plucked out of the sky with his telekinesis and left for Hinobuta to finish off with its hefty fighting moves, practised in many spars with Onibi. Shoto fully tunes in just in time to see the last of those finishing moves before his teacher turns to him.]
Oh, Shoto-kun, if you cheer for us like this, they won't stand any chance at all.
[As if they had otherwise! He turns his attention to the now cooled-out village, with the ruins still smoldering under the ice covering them, and cocks his head at his pokémon.]
Do you want to clean the place up, Hinobuta?
[Getting a confident squeal back, he contentedly watches the Emboar storm forward to pick off the last struggling monsters while he himself casually saunters after it, Shoto and Onibi in tow.]
I'm getting spoiled with you guys in my party. I feel like I can afford to retire!
[He's teasing, unable to help it when both boy and pokémon have become so overwhelmingly strong! Granted, it's mostly Shoto, his mentee who comes in like a comet, burning and freezing everything in his path. How could a teacher not feel at least a little smug?]
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By the time Shoto stills his deadly sweep, a good number of the winged dinosaurs have become his collateral damage, having taken frost injuries from his by-the-by ice attack on the burning town. The ones that were in the air, meanwhile, got partly electrocuted by Hijikata and taken out with his enhanced swords upon their fall, partly plucked out of the sky with his telekinesis and left for Hinobuta to finish off with its hefty fighting moves, practised in many spars with Onibi. Shoto fully tunes in just in time to see the last of those finishing moves before his teacher turns to him.]
Oh, Shoto-kun, if you cheer for us like this, they won't stand any chance at all.
[As if they had otherwise! He turns his attention to the now cooled-out village, with the ruins still smoldering under the ice covering them, and cocks his head at his pokémon.]
Do you want to clean the place up, Hinobuta?
[Getting a confident squeal back, he contentedly watches the Emboar storm forward to pick off the last struggling monsters while he himself casually saunters after it, Shoto and Onibi in tow.]
I'm getting spoiled with you guys in my party. I feel like I can afford to retire!
[He's teasing, unable to help it when both boy and pokémon have become so overwhelmingly strong! Granted, it's mostly Shoto, his mentee who comes in like a comet, burning and freezing everything in his path. How could a teacher not feel at least a little smug?]