eVo was running out of time. The gatling tank Transformer was quickly catching up, despite the frog's ninja-speed. Also his arm was on fire, which was no good. Thinking back to his training many moons ago, eVo came up with a solution to this conundrum. One moment in his life in particular outshone the rest, and with a quick fade to white, a flashback did then occur:

"Ahh, eVo-Kun. My gleatest student-u,” spoke the wise master of the Dojo, cloaked entirely in shadow. “What is tloubring you?”

eVo bowed respectfully, knowing if he made one misstep he’d be severely punished. “You have taught me many things, wise Sensei, but I feel I am ready to take the next step. I wish to learn... the forbidden techniques.”

The Sensei’s face was entirely obscured by shadow in order to keep his identity a mystery until a later story, so it was hard to know his reaction. But it was most likely a squinting of the eyes and a nod, while brushing his long white beard (assuming he had one). “One does not simpry rearn the folbidden techniques. One must become as fielce as the dlagon, mind and body.”

eVo had expected this reply. “I have done this, master. I have even captured many dragon-types in my Pokémon adventures. I am ready.”

The Sensei probably did the nod-and-brush thing again, and responded, “Yes eVo-Kun. You have ploven youlserf against the Erite 4, and even beaten Galy Oak. You wirr begin the finar palt of youl tlaining-u.” The Sensei rose to his hidden feet and spoke one more time: “Filst, I wirr teach you the seclets of extinguishing youl rimbs shourd they catch on file. Then, how to defeat gatring tanks-u.”

Back in the present, eVo was sheathing his sword in order to free his hand for use in the ninja spell he learned that fateful day, so many moons past. Quickly flexing his fingers uncomfortably while chanting monosyllabic words, the incendiary bullet-induced flame was rapidly doused by some more of that blue Chi shit eVo keeps using. He sprayed his arm with a Super Potion from his pocket, and was soon feeling right as rain as some missiles exploded around him.

Knowing now what he must do, he turned around and began backpeddling from the tank, judging the distance. He angrily puffed himself up to his full size, then he jumped, right on the pintle-mounted turret that had failed to hit him so far. Holding on to the handles of the gun tightly, eVo was flung back and forth as the turret spun in place in an attempt to knock him off.

To be continued....

(Fun fact: eVo forgot to buy a Burn Heal for his journey just for situations like this. He’d not make the same mistake again.)