During the Third Great Ninja War, facing numerous enemies, Mirukawa Kaito was not in a hurry, and his hands quickly formed seals. "Water Style: Water Shuriken" "Lightning Style: Thunderbolt" "Ice Style: Ice Beam" "Lava Style: Precipice Blades" … Everything returned to calm. In the messy battlefield, Mirukawa Kaito fell into deep thought. He looked at [Focus Sash] on his left wrist and [Mystic Water] on his right hand. After a long silence, he threw the newly obtained [Onion] hard to the ground! "Damn! I am really a Pokémon, right?!” -------------------- This is a a Chinese fanfiction. I am just translating it. ------------------ if you want to read chapters in advance or show support join my Patreon ↓ patreon.com/AnimeFanfic01