"I think Fairy Eevee will be very happy to receive the gift." Shi Lan said with a smile, "After all, Pokémon, like humans, also need surprises."
That afternoon, Lu Ye contacted Melissa to discuss the style of the bow.
"How about the sparkling purple color?" Melissa smiled. "It's both noble and elegant, and very suitable for Fairy Eevee."
Teacher Lu’s favorite color is also purple. His mobile phone cases, illustrated case series, etc. are all purple.
As we all know, the champion symbol colors of Takeran are black gold, Daigo is ore silver, Crimson is fire red, and Cyan is leaf green...
As a champion, Mr. Lu's symbolic colors linger between black and gold and purple.
"Let's go with purple." Lu Ye decided.
It just so happens that Melissa's specialty is purple.
Then ask Maxiu to design a set of 'pink' bows to dress up the big sister to look cute!
The bows designed by the two will be sent to the Unova region.
After the ranking battle ended, Lu Ye stayed in Unova because there was a trainer he wanted to meet.
He wanted to visit an old friend—
The King of Team Plasma, N.
Chapter 832 N and Mewtwo
In the Johto region, Clear Cliff.
The lake is surrounded by clouds and mist, the river is clear, and the lake is as clear as a mirror.
The treetops were filled with the sound of birds chirping. Pikachu picked up an orange that had fallen to the ground. When he heard the rustling of the grass, he held it in his mouth and ran deep into the forest.
A tall, green-haired young man in a white shirt leaned out from the bushes.
He wore a baseball cap, had a gentle look in his eyes, had waist-length green hair, and a Rubik's Cube hung around his waist.
"We're here, Zekrom."
N said softly to the empty surroundings:
"The legendary location of Mewtwo... Clear Cliff."
Ripples appeared in space, and Zekrom appeared next to N, wearing black and gold armor and with cold red eyes.
"Why do you risk your life to meet Mewtwo?"
Zekrom looked up at the clouds swirling around the hillside and continued, "I sense a very dangerous aura... Fight with Him, even I can't take care of you."
"We're not here to fight Mewtwo."
N straightened his back, looked up at the clouds, the hem of his shirt swaying in the wind, and a certain look flashed in his eyes.
"I'm here to find out... about the relationship between humans and Pokémon."
Mewtwo is a legendary Pokémon created by humans, but it has always believed that it is a "human".
N is the offspring of humans and Pokémon, and once believed himself to be a "Pokémon".
The two repeatedly lost their way, but fortunately, the encounter between life and life changed their destination.
"I will be on guard all around."
Zekrom's eyes were cold red, his black and gold armor was shining, and he disappeared again.
"Thank you, Zekrom."
N expressed his sincere thanks, with a determined look in his eyes, and climbed step by step to the top of the clear cliff that towered into the clouds.
At the top of the Qingqing Cliff, the mirror-like "Mirror Lake" was rippling.
There is a huge tree full of life and emitting crystal light by the lake, surrounded by Pokémon such as Tarrasque, Pikachu, and Pidgeot.
In front of the tree trunk, there was a white humanoid Pokémon that slowly turned its head, revealing a majestic face.
He sensed a familiar and indescribable wave.
Mewtwo, quietly waiting for N's arrival.
Qingche Cliff has a steep terrain, changeable weather and is sparsely populated, making it a natural shelter and habitat.
A few months ago, there were reports of dangerous Pokémon appearing in Clear Cliff, and the mountain was subsequently closed and all roads were diverted.
At one point, there were trainers who wanted to try their luck, but they all got lost in the thick fog, and most of them disappeared.
N was not afraid, as if the cliff under his feet was not a steep wall, and he let his intuition lead him through the fog.
Gradually, the clouds and mist dissipated, the top of the mountain was within reach, and the view suddenly became clear.
The mountain top is like a paradise, with lush trees, sparkling lakes and full of vitality.
N took a deep breath and blinked in surprise when he saw a somewhat familiar Pokémon.
"You're... Ash's Pikachu."
"No." N said to himself, "It feels the same, but I can't put my finger on it."
"Pika~" Pikachu smiled, lowered his limbs, and ran towards an exceptionally crystal-clear ancient tree.
N looked over curiously, eyes wide open, incredulous.
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, the waves boiled rapidly, and the air became oppressive.
A white humanoid Pokémon that looked majestic without even showing any anger slowly landed on the ground and stood in front of N.
N was having trouble breathing, and murmured, "Mewtwo..."
"Who are you?" Mewtwo stared coldly without saying a word, and sent out his oppressive telepathy.
"I'm... N." The green-haired young man replied.
"Why do I feel the aura of both humans and Pokémon in you?"
Mewtwo frowned and stared at the green-haired young man. Suddenly he was startled and his eyes kept flickering.
"I understand." He said deeply, "You and I are the same kind."
N suddenly gave a sincere, childish smile.
"I'm really happy to meet you, Mewtwo." N lowered his eyes and said gently, "That means I'm not alone on my journey."
Mewtwo stared at N, his eyes penetrating through time and seeing his past.
And that past is highly consistent with my own past.
"You want to free the Pokémon from the Poké Ball." Mewtwo asked, "Why?"
"Because... I think that Poké Balls are a form of human slavery to Pokémon." N spoke a little faster, "With the existence of Poké Balls, the relationship between humans and Pokémon can never be equal. Pokémon are oppressed, but people are used to it. After catching them, they abandon them, throw them away at will, and treat them as a collection or a row of data. The reason is nothing more than that they caught Pokémon with Poké Balls!"
Mewtwo was silent, recalling some fragments of memories.
Like N, this 'counterattack Mewtwo' attempts to free all Pokémon and invents the 'Dark Ball' that can capture 'already captured Pokémon'.
Similarly, Mewtwo knew that N's ideal would eventually fail, and still said calmly: "And then."
"Then..." N raised his bright eyes, "I met a trainer."
Recalling our encounter with each other, the conversation on the Ferris wheel, and the beautiful voices in our hearts.
N's eyes flickered. "He told me that a Poké Ball is a promise... a promise to form a bond between us, to fight for each other."
Mewtwo remained calm and silent, listening to N's speech.
"There are Pokémon that are enslaved by humans, and there are Pokémon that are willing to be captured. There are humans who are high and mighty, and there are trainers who become family with Pokémon. It is not the Poké Balls that are wrong, but the humans who are arrogant and prejudiced. The ideal I hold is not to fight against the Poké Balls, but the prejudices in people's hearts—"
"Pokémon are not fighting tools, they are living individuals, and the connection between humans and Pokémon is not the Poké Ball, but..."
N paused, looked at Mewtwo, and said in a trembling voice, "The bond between us."
Mewtwo's eyes flickered.
N opened his arms wide, his green hair fluttering under his cap, and his eyes sparkled with a different look:
"That trainer told me: What determines who you are is not your origin, but how you use your life."
"I decided to fight for a better world, until humans see Pokémon not as tools, codes, or collectibles, but as..."
N said slowly: "Partners, friends, comrades... family."
Chaomeng was silent for a long time, then slowly said:
"I came from another world and mistakenly entered this space half a year ago... After returning to my original world, I started a war in order to find out 'who I really am'."
"war?"
"That's right, a war between humans and Pokémon." The former Armored Mewtwo, now Counterattack Mewtwo, looked up at the blue sky, "In the end, I lost, and brought this group of copy Pokémon into this world."
"So, that Pikachu..."
"It's a copied Pokémon." Mewtwo smiled, "But it also has an independent consciousness and is an independent life form."
N looked at Mewtwo's smile and was slightly startled.
"It's not where you come from that determines who you are, but what you do with your life..."
Mewtwo looked up at the sky, chewed on his words, and murmured: "There are also wise people among humans, and there are also trainers who love Pokémon."
"Just as you said, N." Mewtwo lowered his head, his eyes deep, and slowly stretched out his palm, "What we have to fight against is not the Poké Ball... but the arrogance and prejudice of people."
Looking at Mewtwo's outstretched hand, N was moved, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand.
Holding each other's hands tightly, N and Mewtwo made eye contact.
They felt an indescribable power.
That power is illusory, but it really exists in the world of Pokémon.
Because Pokémon is not just a string of code... As long as you trust it with all your heart, it will respond to your expectations.
On May 6, N and Mewtwo encountered each other at Clear Cliff, as if they had traveled thousands of miles, across time and space.
The bushes rustled.
N and Mewtwo looked over at the same time.
A black-skinned boy emerged from the bushes, holding a Rotom cell phone, his eyes excited:
"Found it, the legendary Pokemon—"
"Tsk... Why isn't it Mew? It's a guy called Mewtwo."
The boy took out the shrunken Poké Ball, pressed the center of the ball to enlarge it, and threw it fiercely:
"You're just a fake, look at me, Poké Ball, Go!!"
Mewtwo's face was grim, his temples throbbing with pain from the 'fake'.
"Zekrom."
N's eyes lost their luster, he lowered his hat brim, and said hoarsely:
"Please... use Cross Lightning."
Boom! !
Above the lake, the clouds changed color, and violent and angry thunder surged in the thunderclouds.
Zekrom stood tall in the sky, its engine overloaded wildly, its eyes bloodshot, and its hand holding thunder, like a spear thrown out, hitting the Poké Ball and splitting it in two.
Dazzling lightning exploded, and the aftermath swallowed up the boy as he screamed!
The grandeur and solemnity of Qingche Cliff was destroyed in an instant.
N’s eyes were dull, his lips were pale, he lowered the brim of his hat, and trembled slightly:
"It is because... there is a trainer like this... that I..."
A hand gently rested on N's shoulder.
N was stunned and looked at Mewtwo.
Mewtwo used telekinesis to control the boy's body, placed him in Mirror Lake, used the lake water to heal his wounds, and lowered him off the cliff.
"I erased his memory so that he would no longer have the idea of becoming a trainer."
Chaomeng said calmly: "As you said, N, what we have to fight is not a single individual... but pride and prejudice."