Pokémon: The Zen Trainer

"Who exactly is this guy?"

Teramoto Misuzu grew increasingly curious as she watched.

Bian Xiang walked straight into the archives room.

Then I looked at rows and rows of files.

"How are you going to find all these files? You might not find them even by dawn."

Bian Xiang glanced at Teramoto Misuzu.

"The school uniform this boy is wearing is the style from 27 years ago. The style was changed 23 years ago."

"You only need to find the files from 27 to 23 years ago."

He said calmly.

Chapter 159 The Boy Returns Home

"The school uniform this boy is wearing is the style from 27 years ago. The style was changed 23 years ago."

"You only need to find the files from 27 to 23 years ago."

He said calmly.

Teramoto Misuzu was speechless for a moment when she saw Bian Xiang's indifferent expression.

He was looking at the materials in the archives.

They went straight to the files from twenty-seven years ago.

Although the scope was narrowed down to four years, several thousand students still graduated from this school during those four years.

Two whole shelves were crammed full.

Teramoto Misuzu looked at the two shelves and said with a hint of pride.

"Haha, even with so few materials, there are still files on several thousand people. Just going through all that stuff would take you until dawn. Of course, if you need my help, I can certainly help..."

As she spoke, Teramoto Misuzu's voice trailed off, her face slightly flushed as she looked on with a thoughtful expression.

Bian Xiang glanced at the girl.

Then, after looking at the shelves, he rubbed his head.

It should take about half an hour to watch.

"Come out, Snow Child."

"Wow!"

"You three, organize the documents on these shelves and hand them to me."

"And you, come and help too!"

He looked at the coffin beside him and spoke to the girl.

"Lost??"

"I??"

"hurry up!!"

"Yes!!"

"Lost!!"

Teramoto Misuzu and Die Shi Guan subconsciously responded.

Teramoto Misuzu kept passing materials from the bookshelf to Bian Xiang like a porter, constantly running back and forth.

No, this isn't how it is!! This isn't how a meeting at the library should be!! Shouldn't it be a sweet and innocent encounter?? I'm so tired, is this guy really reading?? Why is he flipping through the pages so fast?? Is he deliberately messing with me?? Teramoto Misuzu is starting to question her existence as she moves books.

"Lost!! Lost!!"

The coffin beside it was being moved up and down by four hands under the watchful eye of the overseer, Ghoststone.

The four elves and one person quickly got to work.

The documents were constantly being placed in front of Bian Xiang.

Imagine it as a highly efficient scanning machine.

I quickly flipped through the pages.

Teramoto Misuzu watched as she flipped through the book.

He flipped through the hundreds of pages of material in his hands for only two minutes before putting it aside.

Is this how you read a book? This guy is definitely messing with me on purpose!!

Just as Teramoto Misuzu couldn't help but ask a question.

He stopped and turned the page.

"found it."

He looked at the boy in the file.

Some of the old, yellowed photos show a boy smiling shyly.

He seems a bit introverted.

"Keiichi Yamashita?"

He glanced at the soul beside him.

Then he stood up immediately.

Head outside.

He walked while rubbing his forehead.

Snow Child sat on Bianxiang's shoulder and massaged him.

The clay figurine and Ghoststone placed the coffin between them, one on each side.

Teramoto Misuzu opened her mouth, looked at the side, reached out her hand, and then looked at the dark archives room behind her.

"Wait for me!!"

Teramoto Misuzu jogged to catch up with Bian Xiang.

Although the address on the file is from a long time ago, Kikyo City happens to be a city with a rich historical background.

Many addresses and street names have remained unchanged even after so many years.

In Bian Xiang's memory, Gui Yi's address was actually not very far from Bian Xiang's home.

As a moral exemplar who respects the elderly and cares for the young, in order to make it easier to do good deeds, he even did some research on the elderly people living near his home.

This address seems somewhat familiar.

Bian Xiang led a group of elves, a girl, and a soul through the empty streets.

We arrived, and by the time we reached our destination, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

It was almost dawn.

The lights in this house are already on.

The sound of an old man coughing could be heard from inside from time to time.

Yamashita Nagamasa sat in his seat while his wife prepared breakfast.

Yamashita Nagamasa sat in his seat, staring blankly at the photos on the wall.

In the photo, a shy boy is smiling happily, and next to him is a crying mask.

That was his child, who had been dead for twenty-seven years, but in Yamashita Nagamasa's memory it was as if it had happened yesterday.

The child seemed to still be smiling in front of him, begging him to become a trainer.

If I had listened carefully to Guiyi's words back then, perhaps Guiyi wouldn't have...

Yamashita Nagamasa would feel remorse whenever he thought about this.

Harumi Tamura, Nagamasa Yamashita's wife, looked at him and asked, "Has Kiichi's crying mask not returned yet?"

Did it eventually leave us too?

The two elderly people fell silent.

Knock knock knock, suddenly there was a knocking sound at the door.

Yamashita Nagamasa looked out the door. Who would be knocking at this hour?

.....

Bian Xiang stood in front of the door, looking at the pale soul behind him.

Then he looked at the Lost Mask behind him.

At that moment, the boy's soul suddenly stirred. He came to the door, raised his head, and looked at the entrance.