Ding, ding.
The breeze blew, and the bells of the Tower of Heaven rang, drifting in the wind across Fukiyose City, which was dotted with airport runways.
Fenglu closed her eyes and said, "Every time I hear this bell, my mood becomes incredibly calm. It's clearly a tomb tower. But even if the trainer and Pokémon are separated, that emotion will always be with them."
Darkrai, hiding in the shadows, was slightly moved. Alicia's smiling face appeared before his eyes, and he fell silent.
Lu Ye recalled the Gastly in the Maiden Gorge in the Kanto region and the thousand-year-old Ninetales in the old house. They have been waiting for the return of the trainer.
That is no longer a pet. Like the Akita dog that stayed in front of Shibuya Station. It is meaningless to further distinguish between humans and Pokémon.
The shrunk Poké Ball on his waist contained the quiet little fellows. Lu Ye sensed their emotions, looked towards the Tower of Heaven in the distance, and said in a broad voice:
“Death is not the opposite of life, but exists forever as a part of life.”
Feng Lu looked at Lu Ye in surprise, but did not delve into it further. She smiled and said:
"I wish you a pleasant trip to the Unova region, Mr. Lu!"
"Koujie~(￣▽￣)/" Geng Gui floated beside Lu Ye and raised his little hand.
…
Unova region, Shuanglong City.
A green-haired young man wearing a baseball cap sat on the sofa in the Pokémon Center, his hands on his knees, looking at the trainers passing by.
Someone rushed in hurriedly, holding the injured Hayok, and shouted something to Miss Joy.
N heard that Hayok forced himself to fight for the dream of being a trainer;
Someone released a cute pigeon from a Poké Ball and walked with it held in his arm.
N heard Doudou Pigeon’s thoughts and said that it loved its trainer very much.
The green-haired young man continued to sit upright, closed his eyes, and scenes from his childhood appeared in his mind.
He sat in a closed, windowless room, surrounded by piles of tired building blocks and squeaking train toys, which was annoying.
N is only accompanied by his Pokémon companions: the injured Black-Eyed Crocodile, the disabled Slippery Boy, and the broken-winged symbolic bird. They have all experienced being bullied by humans.
N accepted these Pokémon with his tenderness. Even though he was covered in wounds and in pain... N still cherished his only companions.
So he hated those trainers who used Poké Balls to force Pokémon to be captured.
Hates humans who ignore Pokémon's will and force Pokémon.
To others, Pokémon are just tools and pets. But to N, Pokémon are the only thing in his life.
This tiny voice collapsed in the image of his adoptive father, Quichis, trying to control Lesiram.
His adoptive father was the kind of person he hated the most. He regarded Pokémon as tools... and cursed N as a "monster".
The flames of Lashiram engulf Team Plasma, and N leaves Team Plasma to travel around the Unova region and heal the injured Pokémon.
In the past two years, N has heard many Pokémon say they "love their trainers," and his worldview has been greatly impacted.
"This world is not black and white. There are people who bully Pokémon, but there are also many people who love Pokémon."
The green-haired young man wore a baseball cap and lowered his eyes, recalling the scene of meeting Miaomiao yesterday. When he heard Miaomiao's words "I want to be with the person I like", a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
'For this, I need to keep searching until I find the answer.'
"I'm late."
A gentle voice was heard, and someone sat down on the sofa in front of him.
N raised his head.
The gloomy vision was reflected by a torrent of colors, and the wonderful voice surged into my heart like a spring.
He stared straight at the black-haired young man in front of him.
The bonds of the Pokémon are entangled around him, and those thoughts slowly unfold before N's eyes like a picture.
Gengar encounters during wandering, Eevee resolves misunderstandings;
The once-in-a-lifetime Squirtle, the hero-starved Caterpie…
Why does his Togepi have so many happy colors, as if it grew up in sweetness and cream.
Why are his green onion soldiers shouting "I don't want to fight" at the same time, there is a sharp edge in the deepest darkness...
N stared at the person coming over silently, his breathing stagnated and his thin lips tightly pursed.
"Is there something on my face?" Lu Ye asked in a daze.
"No… "
The green-haired young man smiled gently, with two lines of tears flowing down the sides of his dim eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:
"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Lu."
Lu Ye was stunned for a while.
I don’t understand why N started crying right away... I didn’t provoke him.
As if he had noticed something, Lu Ye looked complicated and whispered:
"So what... did the 'handsome' detective lynch you?"
N was in a daze for a moment.
"Don't feel any psychological burden, just tell me."
Lu Ye sat upright, thanked the almost-baby who handed him the hot tea, and blew away the cool air, saying:
"The organization won't make things difficult for you!"
"No... It's okay now."
N lowered his eyes, put his palms together, and smiled shyly, as if apologizing for his previous gaffe.
"Kuai~" Gengar tugged at N's sleeve.
N looked away and saw Geng Gui stuffing a tissue into his mouth. After being stunned for a long time, he whispered:
"Thank you, Gengar."
"Kou Jie~(?)" Geng Gui grinned, stuck out his tongue and made a face.
N's eyes flickered, and his companion Zoroa also loved to make faces and smiled sincerely.
Lu Ye put down the teacup and asked:
"So, why did you ask Team Rocket to meet me?"
N was silent for a while.
I was not mistaken...
But will he give a different answer than the Adeke champion
What should I do if even his answer pales in comparison
The green-haired young man took a deep breath, raised his dim eyes, and stared at the beautiful picture behind Lu Ye.
N decided to go all out.
He didn't trust Teacher Lu, but he trusted the little ones who trusted Teacher Lu.
N's dim eyes shone with light, staring at Lu Ye, and said at a very fast speed:
"I want to know about the way humans and Pokémon get along. I want Pokémon to be free from the constraints of the Poké Ball and create a world without fighting, harm, and conflict, but I don't think that world is such a beautiful thing. What is ideal and what is real? Please, tell me the answer."
N said in a hoarse, almost pleading tone: "Please, Mr. Lu!"
The Elf Center was bustling with noise. People looked at N, who was like a preacher, in surprise. The whole world froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal.
Teacher Lu was silent.
He recalled why he didn't want the little guys to fight.
"When I was in the Magic City..."
After Lu Ye finished speaking, he glanced at Geng Gui and said:
"At that time, I thought that fighting would hurt the little ones, so I avoided fighting. I would rather live a peaceful life with the Pokémon than fighting."
"but… "
Lu Ye touched Gengar's head.
"Koujie~" Gengar narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.
Lu Ye smiled and felt the "scars" all over his back, which were the proof of his journey.
"Battles are not that simple. It's not just about winning or losing. It's more like a chance for trainers and Pokémon to meet each other and understand each other's different strengths."
Lu Ye thought of different trainers and their partners.
Like Xiaozhi and Pikachu, Bamboo and Garchomp, Dante and Charizard...
Teacher Lu.
Mr. Lu and Gengar.
“Even if you are destined to get hurt or fail, there is something you must fight for.”
Lu Ye looked directly at the stunned green-haired young man and said, "That's the reason for the Pokémon battle."
"Even if you are destined to fail, you must fight for it..."
N repeated slowly, a light flashing in his dim eyes, and asked:
"But have you ever thought that Pokémon restrained by the Poké Ball cannot have a complete existence and are not happy! Perhaps, perhaps we can become companions with Pokémon instead of just blindly catching them..."
N didn't continue.
He saw the little guys in Mr. Lu's Poké Ball flashing with beautiful colors.
"Pokeball?"
Lu Ye looked at the shrunken red and white ball in his palm.
"It's the user who's wrong, not the tool. Some people don't like putting Pikachu into the Poké Ball, and some Pokémon jump out all the time..."
As he spoke, a red light flew out of the memorial ball with a bang, and the sharp-eyed Cong Youbing raised his sword and shield.
"Gah! (?o?o)??"
In the face of N's astonishment, Lu Ye expressionlessly took back the green onion soldier and continued:
"To me, the Poké Ball is more like a promise and a commitment."
"promise… "
"When you capture a Pokémon, you risk shedding tears. That's the price of forming a bond."
Lu Ye thought of the tsundere little Eevee who was conquered while wiping away tears, and the little penguin who sailed across the ocean, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Even if it's rejected... the weight of the promise itself won't change. Right?"
Lu Ye smiled and patted the Poké Ball on his waist.
The fairy Ibrahimovic in the red and white ball raised his head proudly:
"Bu Yi!o(?^｀)o"
N stared at the black-haired young man in front of him in a daze.
This is the most special trainer N has ever seen.
Adek was immersed in the sorrow of his partner's death, while Alice's experience was still too shallow.
Teacher Lu seems to have a special kind of magic.
Bewitched
N thought of what Quichis had said, took off his cap, lowered his eyes, and smiled gently.
No... it is simply the unity of the real and the ideal.
"I should go now, Mr. Lu."
N stood up, "I think I have found the answer."
"What kind of answer?"