Ditto doesn't move

"Haha, in the end, I still can't do anything."

She buried her face in the blanket.

Startled awake by the sound, Sweetie looked up and saw her favorite Mao sitting there, whimpering softly.

"Sweet? (What happened, Mao?)"

The tiny Pokémon, with the physique of a young girl, cautiously approached and inquired as if it were a friend.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie," the girl sobbed, her face buried in the blanket. "I don't know what to do now."

"Why me?!"

"I'm not good at fighting, I don't have a smart brain, and I'm not good at chatting with others. They always put the blame on me."

"I'm so tired, so very tired. Do good kids have to be bullied and tossed around like a ball?!"

"sweet."

The little Pokémon listened silently to the cries of its loved one until she finally stopped talking, then it swung its Vine Whip and gently picked her up.

"What, what are you doing, Sweetie?"

The young cook, still in her pajamas, was dragged out of the house without even wiping away her tears. She was forcefully pulled by Pokémon and rushed out the door.

Full of energy, Sweetie dragged Mao into the woods near the restaurant, lashing her vine whip at the ground as if she were angry.

Seeing that Mao didn't understand what he meant, the latter pouted and picked up a fruit from the ground, repeatedly throwing it at the stone.

At first, Mao, who was being held in the air, did not understand her meaning. It was only when she glanced at the Gracidia flowers by the roadside that she finally recalled a scene that she was reluctant to remember.

"Mao, let's catch some Pokémon!"

I recall someone saying something like that.

A cute Pokémon that was passing by was happily looking for a partner when it was hit by a Poké Ball and captured.

"Mao, this child's name is Tianzhuzhu. Tianzhuzhu, I'm entrusting Mao to your care from now on."

……

Mao finally understood what Sweetie was trying to say.

The same goes for the Pokémon that grew up with her; no one captured her into a Poké Ball without her consent.

but……

"I have forgiven you."

This is probably what Sweet Wu Ni was trying to express.

Everyone has a vulnerable spot in their heart.

When Mao saw Sweetie hugging him with leaves and showing a genuine smile, it felt as if the softest part of his heart had been struck.

My throat felt dry, and I wanted to say something, but I just couldn't open my mouth.

The young cook seemed to suddenly realize something and turned to look at the vibrant Gracidia flowers.

“Mr. Xia Ming, I think I understand a little bit now. What do you mean by ‘rebellion’?”

(Mao's rebelliousness level has been increased to the maximum)

...............

When the sun is three poles high.

Enjoying a leisurely day off, mooching meals off the police station, I haven't even had a chance to offer any feedback on Junsha's training today...

Xia Ming, the Martial God, asked the little girl who had found him this question:

"So, you skipped class?"

"Yes."

"For a grand adventure?"

"Correct."

　(7) `another thirty-five (]`four) six?baqi?start "Are you really that excited?"

The energetic young cook didn't answer, but simply gave a thumbs up.

Then they successfully baffled Xia Ming, the God of War.

No, no.

Last night, Zhihui Xing was still begging me to take good care of you, and said that Mao was bound by shackles formed by a huge sense of guilt and remorse...

What a load of crap!

"A well-behaved child who won't express her emotions even when angry at night, but in the morning she can skip class without even asking for leave to come and take risks..."

Xia Ming, the martial god, was being dragged out of the police station by the little girl while muttering to himself.

"I was ignorant; the child is flawless."

laugh.

Ignoring the angry glares from the ladies, Mao and Tianwu exchanged a glance and revealed a sly smile, like little foxes who had just stolen a chicken.

"Alright, Mr. Xia Ming, let's go on an adventure together. Aren't you looking forward to it yourself?"

Xia Ming: ? ? ?

Little friend, how can you tell that I'm really looking forward to it?

"Because Mr. Xia Ming always seems to know everything, he probably can't experience the joy of exploring the unknown."

Mao walked up happily, turned around, and said.

"Please, could you tell me about your past when you go on your adventures?"

Everyone is curious but doesn't dare to ask.

"But I wonder, does someone as capable as Mr. Xia Ming also have worries?"

The simple and straightforward question left him stunned.

At some point, or perhaps it was just his imagination, the emperor suddenly felt the high walls that were troubling him...

It's starting to loosen.

Volume Two: The Grand Alliance Chapter 172 Was it intentional or accidental?

"Mr. Xia Ming, what kind of food do you like?"

"Riolu's fur is a bit frizzy, have you taken it to a Pokémon grooming salon?"

"Besides making games, what else does Mr. Xia Ming like to do in his spare time?"

　卅? qi倭三冥是?蹴妻伞?寺……

enough!

Are you a three-year-old who doesn't understand anything, or my mom?

Why are there so many questions?

The emperor was greatly angered.

However, if they walk quietly without saying a word, it doesn't look like an adventure, but rather like they are carrying out a mission.

The sheer number of questions asked during their casual conversation, and the range of topics covered, were indeed beyond Xia Ming Wushen's expectations.

Yes, it's certainly an adventure full of unknowns.

Women are awe-inspiring!

Riolu, walking beside him, was holding Little Upo, pretending not to care while secretly pricking up his ears.

What's going on with this human girl?

They were just asking some ordinary questions, so why did the trainer react so strongly...?

This pomegranate (eight)? Jiuwu 8ling teacher. Lingqia is so happy?

Yes, having lived with Xia Ming Wushen for some time, how could Riolu not see the joy hidden beneath the trainer's calm face?

Mao was right before; it's not that people aren't interested in Xia Ming.

On the contrary, the fans who first came into contact with him have started a fan club in private, and recently even Joey's group seems to be showing a similar trend.

Either they're like Rosamund who have ulterior motives, or they're too intimidated by his unseen influence to speak up, or...

Just like Riolu.

Because of trust and daily contact, there was no need to ask; I simply observed and noted his preferences silently.

After all, he's so capable; he must be able to handle these little things perfectly well. Even if he asks, he won't take it to heart.

Also, I'm the one who usually does the housework!

Who knows their trainer better than I do?

The dog-type Pokémon was even somewhat complacent at one point, until reality dealt her a heavy blow.

So much so that, despite being a Pokémon, feelings of surprise, defiance, doubt, and even a little jealousy unexpectedly arose in my heart.

"RUA?"

Little Upo, held in someone's arms, looked at the older sister who often took care of him with a puzzled expression.

I was so excited last night about the adventure that I couldn't sleep, but now I'm not happy at all?

Therefore, the outside world is so complicated and so scary.

The little guy quickly shrank his head.

But whether it's the energetic Mao or the secretly concerned Riolu, they are both waiting for Xia Ming to give his opinion.

Just like friends going for a walk together, they happen to see something interesting, excitedly share their opinions, and look forward to their companions' opinions as well.

This should be the most ordinary daily life in Alola, or rather, in the world of Pokémon.

That's how everyday bickering is; there's no ulterior motive, just a simple desire to experience and share things together.

Unfortunately, Xia Ming, the Martial God, did not have the patience to answer all the questions; he only picked out a few that were easy to answer.

They responded to simple questions such as "What kind of taste do you like?", "What kind of clothing do you usually wear?", and "What colors do you prefer?".

Then, upon arriving at the Pokémon Rental Travel company, I proactively asked:

"So, which island should we go to first?"

"Road (Any one will do, we need to visit every island anyway)," Riolu answered first.

"Can I go to Pony Island first?"

The young cook enthusiastically raised her hand in greeting, and immediately received a very subtle look from Xia Ming.

“Pony Island,” Xia Ming said, resting his chin on his hand and thinking for a moment. “It seems like the rest of the Alola Mysteries are all related to this place.”

"Of the four islands of Alola, Poni is the least modernized area and also has the most ancient ruins."

"Local legends say that many secrets are buried there."

"Perfect timing! How about we visit the island's guardian deity, Tapu Fizz, and see if we can get any clues from her?"

Mao immediately nodded in agreement.

Xia Ming nodded slightly, then borrowed a Charizard from the staff for transportation.

Because of its wide back, there's no need to borrow a separate one for Mao; the two of them can ride together.

Of course, all the other Pokémon will have to be put away.

The fire-breathing dragon, already as experienced as a seasoned driver, has served countless tourists and flies upwards with remarkable smoothness without requiring any additional handling skills.

Just as the young cook sitting in the front seat was about to speak, she heard this voice from behind her:

"Have you made up your mind, Mao?"

Eh? ? ?

Eh!!!