Pokemon Musashi

"Not anymore? Wait, not anymore!! You mean... I'm sorry..., Master, I shouldn't have mentioned this..." Musashi couldn't believe what he heard, but when he saw Gingu's expression , Musashi knew that he said something he shouldn't have said, and looked at Gingu with guilt and worry.

"There is nothing that cannot be said. It has been so long... In order to avenge my father's murder, I also regained the ancient book "Encyclopedia of Breeding Poisons" that my master had painstakingly perfected. It was also the predecessor of "Gu". I will bring it with me when my strength allows. With all the Pokémon I cultivated, I single-handedly killed the enemy's headquarters, the Light Red Ninja Sect. Now they have become history, and I survived, ridiculously gaining several titles, such as Gu Master, Poison Master, etc. .

But in order to win that battle, I used the secret technique recorded in the "Encyclopedia of Breeding Poisons" to greatly increase its strength. The Pokémon's poisonous nature was shattered due to the backlash from the secret technique, causing many deaths and injuries. I can't forgive myself for escaping from the past, appearing here incognito, and luckily accepting you as my unlovable disciple. Gingu smiled and touched Musashi's head, and briefly explained his identity in a relaxed tone, showing that he had looked away.

"Master, are you still cultivating new Gu?" Musashi knew that Gingu didn't look away. After all, in real terms, he was responsible for the death of Master's Pokémon, even though it was for the sake of revenge. He held it worriedly Yingu asked softly.

Gingu had never mentioned his deceased master, and Musashi had no memory of him. He didn't know how to mention him, so he simply didn't ask. It would be nice to know that he still had a master.

"I don't know, maybe, maybe not. But no matter whether I can re-cultivate Gu or not, my style skills will eventually be carried forward in your hands. If there is more of me or less of me, what does it matter? ?" Yingu temporarily relieved the burden in his heart, and tacitly agreed not to mention the person who raised him and had a profound impact on him, and said to Musashi with a chuckle.

"I will definitely pass on your name, master. But, master, I am weak now and still need to thrive under your care. You are no longer powerful, and if I die young, there will be no one to accompany you to take care of you in old age. It’s time to take care of yourself. So you have to cheer up!” Musashi said in a funny way.

"You are a brat, but that's right. You have been depressed for so long. It's time to cheer up. They are still waiting for me to revive them." Gingu ruffled Musashi's hair and murmured.

"?? Rejuvenation with a wonderful hand? Aren't they all gone?" Musashi's head was filled with questions.

"Yes, they are no longer around. Although some of them died in the battle, and some were left due to serious injuries, but I will definitely heal them of those who survive. Do you really think that I have been decadent here? Don't you do anything?" Yingu said with a black line on his face.

"Otherwise, you should pay me back for my sadness and worry before! Forget it, I forgive you." Musashi saw that Izuku seemed to really have to step out, and immediately retorted.

While talking and laughing, Yingu looked much more relaxed.This relaxation no longer had the pretense of deliberateness before, and the depression between the brows and eyes also dissipated a lot.

And after today's incident, Gingu no longer had the intention to teach Musashi. However, Musashi believes that tomorrow's Gingu will be in a completely new state.

"Master, I'm going home first and come back tomorrow." Musashi said to Gingu with a smile.

Gingu gave an ugly but sincere smile, waved his hand and watched Musashi leave, then turned and walked towards the backyard. What he wanted to do most at this time was to spend time with the Stingy and Bulbasaur that he had neglected for a long time, talk to them, and let them know that he had stepped out of the shadow of the past and could feel relieved.

"Arbor Snake, walking grass, let's go home." Musashi took back the walking grass and Arbor Snake, closed the door of the clinic, and the sunset illuminated Musashi's body, leaving a gradually lengthening shadow on the ground.

At this moment, loneliness came so suddenly. He stood blankly in the middle of the road, tears falling unconsciously. Musashi realized that he was crying when he tasted salty taste at the corner of his mouth, and quickly wiped it away with the back of his hand.

Dad, Mom, Musashi misses you, and I don’t know where you are...Miyamoto.

"Creak~squeak~"

In the cold wooden house, the smoke and smoke of the past had long since disappeared. The sound of feet touching the wooden board echoed in his ears. Musashi couldn't help but squat down.