With that shout, the rock shattered to bits in an instant.
Pikachu, who was practicing his Thunderbolt attack, is currently panting from having used up a large amount of energy into that attack just now. He wanted to do this privately, as he needed to help Ash in becoming a Pokemon Master just as much as he wanted to be one of the strongest Pokemon possible. And if that dream is to be obtained, he might as well train himself to the absolute limit of his being.
“Okay,” he says. “I think that’ll be training enough for the day. Better get back to the others right now. Wouldn’t want them to get worried.”
With that said, the Electric Mouse walks back to the direction of the camp that he came from. Like he said, he wouldn’t want the others to worry.
If he looked behind his shoulder while he walked, he would’ve noticed a dark figure looking at him. Said figure was wearing a smile on their face that promised something&