Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

She reached into the bulging purse on her abdomen; after gaining some fame, accumulating wealth was no longer an insurmountable challenge for her.

While feeling grateful to Blatano and Fu Ye, Nan Yin also sighed that she had chosen the right path and had not blindly devoted herself to becoming a trainer.

This is understandable. Trainers have always been synonymous with an imbalance between income and expenditure. Their sources of income are not stable enough, and the cost of raising Pokémon is too high. Even with subsidies from regional leagues and food and lodging services provided by Pokémon Centers, lower-level trainers can still only tighten their belts and live a frugal life.

Indeed, the prerequisite for becoming a powerful trainer is to change careers early, accumulate resources, or acquire additional skills to create wealth in other areas, thus increasing income and reducing expenditure.

Pulling back her wandering thoughts, she didn't rush to buy anything. Even though she was no longer in dire straits, Nan Yin still habitually compared prices and calculated carefully.

This has become a good habit that she considers herself to be.

That's what she was thinking, but the voices and energetic tones echoing in her ears forced the girl to look away and instead look at the stall that was shouting the loudest.

"Look, take a look! Carlos Champion figurines, not 888, just 188, you can take them home!"

Wearing a light blue T-shirt and a beige skirt, the pretty young girl raised her arm and warmly beckoned the person to come closer.

Observing the other person's facial features and comparing them to the image in his mind, if he was not mistaken, this stall owner should be that original female character, who left a deep impression in many films—

Azure.

It seemed that Nan Yin's gaze lingered on her for a long time, and the girl with long reddish-brown hair also noticed. She stepped forward, affectionately put her arm around Nan Yin's shoulder, and asked in a familiar tone.

"Come on, girl, what do you think of these figurines? With your natural beauty, you could learn from Karune's fashion sense and maybe attract the attention of the public and even Pokémon in the future."

Pushing the not-so-exquisite figurines on the stall forward, the words "azure" and "blue" embellished these objects of all sizes.

Without interrupting, Nan Yin quietly observed the scene, waiting for the other party to finish speaking, panting heavily.

"What do you think? It's super cheap."

Smoothing her disordered breathing, and looking at the girl who remained unmoved despite her dry throat, Azure had not lost patience until she heard what followed.

"Ms. Azure, these should be counterfeit or pirated versions of the official limited edition, right?"

He murmured his real name calmly, but the gentler his tone, the more it accentuated the escalating change in his expression.

"Haha~ How could it be a counterfeit? I'm actually an officially approved retailer."

She coughed lightly, realizing her identity had been exposed. Although she was still verbally trying to deny it, in reality, Bilan had already opened the sack, stuffed all the displayed items inside, and turned to leave.

Without intervening, Nan Yin simply watched as the other party tossed the fruit ball, summoned Fatty, and inflated its body by inhaling air, suspending it in mid-air like a hot air balloon, and letting it drift away with the wind.

One has to admire the opponent's creativity in applying techniques; at least the accumulated memories of past battles made it difficult for him to break through the limitations of his thinking and come up with such a wonderful method.

Female thief, evolved being, battling a legend...

That was the former's nickname when he traveled the world.

Reuniting with important characters from the drama once again, Nan Yin's character profile has been further completed.

Without showing her surprise, after a slight sigh about the impermanence of life, she took another step and walked to the nearby shops that displayed many props.

Over the past few months, my children have all grown to some extent and are gradually becoming capable of fighting. It's time to complete their tactical system and prepare the necessary equipment for them.

For example, the Venomous Orb that is compatible with the Scorpion King, and the Special Glasses that enhance the burst damage of Fairy Spirits, etc.

As my thoughts wandered, before I could even ask about the price, a familiar female voice suddenly appeared in my ears.

"Nanyin, what do you think of this? Give me some advice!"

Holding a beautifully designed scarf, the blonde girl asked with a spirited tone.

Undoubtedly, that was just his cheap friend, Korni.

Do you care about scarves?

By focusing her gaze on the lines, Nan Yin immediately recognized the object's true form. Furthermore, through the power of her mind, she could even personally feel the subtlety of its internal stripes.

"Hmm, the shopkeeper said it's the latest style that's popular at this year's Luna Fashion Week. Because of the special material, it seems to make Pokémon move faster."

"It's a very good product, the quality is also good, and the price of under 30,000 is quite reasonable."

As the girl was thinking about the little animals' needs, she was giving them affirmation when she saw Korni hand her the light blue scarf.

"That's what I was thinking too. This was actually prepared for Eevee. I checked the fabric. Its surface has been ironed with ripple-scented incense, which will make Fairy-type Pokémon feel comfortable. It should be very suitable for that child."

"Buy?"

Tilting its head slightly in confusion, it lightly touched the scarf with a ribbon. The faint fragrance invigorated the pink and white animal, causing it to involuntarily stretch its fur.

"..."

She remained silent for a moment, watching the former's awkward smile and unsure of what to do with his hands. Nan Yin lowered her brows, abandoned her usual indifference, and nodded her thanks with unusual sincerity.

"You have a heart."

The positive feedback and meaning lie in the fact that it is my own child likes it. Kelney has indeed helped me.

"Hehe, it only took a little effort, not too tiring. Also, it seems like they have a wider variety of items over there, Nanyin, do you want to go see them together?"

"it is good."

The simple exchange of words evoked a surge of courage and the ebb and flow of the red clouds.

With a slight smile, the blonde girl tentatively took her friend's hand and walked towards the stall in the distance, leaving the shop owner stunned and about to introduce the products.

Their shopping at the market came to an end. After giving back to the group and receiving gratitude from Korni, they moved together to the square in Oldwood Town.

"So many tree fruits, and they all look quite beautiful."

Pointing to the large amount of fruit and rice piled up in baskets in the center, anyone could tell that it was not an amount that an ordinary Pokémon could swallow, and for an ordinary Snorlax, it would be a dinner that would be difficult to digest.

"The main characters of the story haven't arrived yet; their celebration should have just begun."

Without rushing in or interfering with other people's customs, Nanyin simply watched as the local residents gathered together and danced the harvest dance as promised, while the melodious flute music spread outward from the distant high platform.

However, there was no response, and the careful preparations seemed to have become a silent joke, failing to attract the former Snorlax.

"Did they fail?"

It was Diancie who asked softly.

"Before entering Oldwood Town, we did see loose soil, which means that Snorlax helped the people plow and weed this year. If these residents' procedures were not incomplete, then the only mistake would be—"

No longer bound by the waveguide, following the sound of the flute all the way into the distance, in the heart of the city lord who blew the sound wave, a crimson aura kept churning.

That is the embodiment of evil thoughts.

"Let's go."

"Ah, what a pity."

Unaware of the origin or cause of the incident, Korni followed her friend toward the edge of the square.

They hadn't gone far when they saw a chubby figure, covered in mud, engrossed in the leftovers in a corner littered with kitchen waste.

"Huh? Isn't that Munchlax?"

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, it should be the child of that Snorlax that was supposed to appear at the festival."

The feedback from the waveguide didn't stop there. Through the muddy water, Nanyin spotted a few striking bright red spots on the little guy's fur.

It was blood that had been contaminated not long ago and had now congealed.

The wound was not from the animal itself, but from its missing mother.

The keen insight of telekinesis, the progressive exploration of waveguides, and the traces that are beyond the reach of sight, all provide answers under the impetus of multiple senses.

A tattered, bright red cloth, bearing charred marks.

Not long ago, Nan Yin had seen the source of this kind of fabric on other people.

—The Flame Team's uniform.

P.S.: Sorry for the late update, and thank you for your support.

Chapter 73 The Overlord Pokémon and the Decisive Strike

The girl's footsteps were not concealed, and even though the silly little beast was focused on swallowing, it still noticed.

"Kirby?"

The little hand holding the leftover food froze in mid-air, the chubby cheeks were no longer puffy, and the little guy stopped chewing. He stared blankly at Nanyin, letting half a piece of bread slip from the ball of flesh in his palm.

Seemingly recalling unpleasant memories, upon seeing the pile of trash, the little Snorlax buried itself in the garbage, attempting to deceive the others with this self-deceptive act.

"Pfft, this child is so cute."

Unconsciously, the corners of her lips curled up. Because she was unaware of the situation, Korni only took the action of burying her head as a reaction of shyness.

However, it is not.

"Nanyin seems to be very afraid of us."

Through telepathy, Diancie was able to perceive the emotions the former harbored.

That's why she furrowed her brows and lowered her clear eyes.

It's not just a single fear; it's a complex psychology encompassing loss, hesitation, and lingering apprehension.

"Ah."

As she softly agreed, Nan Yin slowly walked to the dirty and messy garbage heap, and even squatted down, tilting her round buttocks to her heels.

With one hand supporting her chin, she made no further move, simply watching the little beast clutch its head in self-deception, revealing its deep blue fur.

Residual lint, dried bloodstains, scorch marks...

The more she observed, the more certain she became that the child had met with misfortune not long ago.

Without expressing their stance through words or actions, Nanyin music, through the resonance of waveguides, conveys a hazy sense of goodwill, again and again.

However, there was no response, and Munchlax still refused to look up, even making a gesture with its mouth.

Smacking sounds, smacking sounds, are the sounds of chewing.

Is this a case of someone feeling perfectly fine and viewing their surroundings as a safe environment?

Impressed by the other party's nonchalance, the girl also found a way to break the ice.

He took out the exquisite energy cube from his bag, flattened it in his palm, and its translucent shape and wafting aroma immediately attracted the little guy's attention.

"Kirby!"

It glanced timidly at Nan Yin, and when it saw that she didn't react, the little Snorlax stopped looking and drooled longingly.

Even though its innate gluttony made it hard to look away, the lingering fear in its heart still made it unable to trust humans, unable to believe that the humans its mother had described as selfless and friendly to them.

Just now, the red-clad humans summoned their mother through the sound of a flute, severely wounded her, and attempted to capture her further.

"Is this why you dare not approach the labor celebration and hide here alone?"

The waveguide's breathing conveyed the fluctuations of emotions, and a definite answer was obtained. Nanyin also pushed all the energy cubes in front of the little guy.

Although still a little reserved, the innate appetite made Munchlax abandon its thoughts and wolf down whatever was in front of it, not even sparing the girl's still-fragrant knuckles.

Quite strange, she could feel the little beast stop chewing after it took her fingertip in its mouth, its body trembling slightly with fear, and even a hint of apology.

It seems that the years of hospitality from the residents of Oldwood Town had already instilled a certain level of trust in Munchlax towards humans in the little creature.

"It's alright, consider this your reward for telling me the truth."

He rose and looked at the high platform in the distance, where the city lord of Xunbil was still playing unclean flute music atop the towering city wall.

"Let's go."

Summoning her friends, Nan Yin had made her decision: she would thwart the Flame Squad's actions here, not to uphold justice, but simply to find peace of mind.

In the Poké Ball factory incident, she certainly exposed a corner of Team Cinderace's evil deeds, but in doing so, she also attracted their attention. The potential for being observed, the possible attack—even if she didn't regret standing up for them, she still had to bear the consequences of being under their gaze.

Unable to find peace and comfort, and feeling constant pressure, the young woman could not completely calm her mind until this powerful organization was eliminated.

Are we going back to the hotel?

Not understanding the meaning of the former, Korrina felt that her friend had simply whispered a few words to the little Snorlax and then made up her mind about something.

"No, it's about eradicating evil completely."

Her words were sharp, but her tone remained as calm as ever. She raised her hand and pointed to the hazy city fortress in the distance as she spoke.

"It's unclear why Team Flare abducted the child's mother, but based on the bloodstains left behind, we can roughly deduce that the incident occurred within the last two hours."

"They haven't gone far yet."