Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

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It was the sound of the wind.

The stars and the full moon disappeared, and before anyone knew it, the sky had darkened, as if it were a harbinger of disaster.

Boom.

The ground beneath their feet trembled again, startling cries of alarm that made them lose their footing.

She looked up at the thick, gathering clouds, but raindrops fell from the clouds, hitting the girl's eyelids and forcing her to squint.

This confirms the answer.

No.

Just like the falling rain and the shaking earth, the inevitable disaster has already affected her. How could this butterfly entrust her fate to others, letting the rain soak her wings and making it difficult for her to fly freely again?

Clutching the translucent crystal in her chest, she knew that the events unfolding before her were the very reason she had taken that step.

Not for grand ideals, but simply for the lingering whispers in my ear and the enduring warmth between my fingers.

Then, as I approached the little house, I could hear Kirby snoring through the window screen and occasionally catch glimpses of Scorpion King darting around.

Unconsciously, the corners of her lips curled up into a slight smile. Nan Yin asked the princess again, and agreed with a pure smile.

"Does it still look bad now?"

"Of course not, Nan Yin is prettier than anyone else when she smiles~"

Having remained calm and composed for so long, she now blooms like a radiant flower; the word "stunning" is no longer sufficient to describe Diancie's feelings.

"From now on, I will show this smile to you with all my heart."

Her soft voice still lingered, but before that, she had an important matter to attend to.

Stomping heavily on the soil beside her, dodging the crushing force, a female figure appeared before the girl, clad in black armor and bearing the letter E on her head.

Chapter Ninety-Two: Taking Risks and Switching on the Ultimate Weapon

It was unclear who the newcomer was, but the fierce force of the punch had already forced the airflow aside and was heading straight for his face.

Intentionally using mental power to block, but once they get close, the disharmony of the senses makes the brain feel like it's sitting on pins and needles, and the mind becomes disordered.

This is?

My gaze lingered on that jet-black armor, and a strong sense of repulsion grew more pronounced as the distance between us increased.

This is why such a person can evade the capture of mental energy and approach others at an unexpected speed, intending to commit evil.

Recalling the fruitless attempt to gain favor with Vladari, and comparing it with the memories left over from her past life, in this land, the only ones who could harbor such hostility towards her, and who meet so many conditions, would probably be the likes of Team Flare.

She focused her psychic power, relying solely on this special heightened sense. The sudden arrival of the attack, with so many people around, caught the small beasts off guard. But Nan Yin was no weakling.

The missed attack was her only chance. Since she had time to react, she would retaliate without holding back.

He closed his brows and eyes, letting his long, slender eyelashes tremble slightly, revealing subtle fluctuations that arose from his breath, flowing into his internal organs and through his meridians.

Beyond the material realm of mental power, she also possesses spiritual penetration, namely waveguide.

Raising his elbow to parry the initial attack, although it was a brief, fleeting contact, the change in direction subtly pressed down the opponent's fist and palm, dissipating most of its energy.

The soil beside her had sunk into a pit and cracked, but the girl herself was unharmed.

With perfect timing and pinpointing the exact moment, Nan Yin strikes the weak point with unparalleled precision, as if she could foresee the future. Whenever a punch is about to land, Nan Yin can always bend her body to dodge in advance, or raise her arm to block the attack, or apply force lightly to change the direction of the force.

Even with this powerful and relentless attack, it could not break through her carefully prepared defenses.

When a person's sharpness dissipates, the response of Southern Music begins to emerge, revealing its brilliance.

[Waveguide: 6→10, your waveguide has achieved a significant upgrade.]

[Now, my thoughts are powerful enough to materialize, to split mountains and cleave rocks.]

Just as the words described, the violet light gathered in the girl's fair palm, and in the next moment it transformed into a sphere that rotated in a circle.

She swung her elbow down to deflect the punch and palm strike from the opponent, then raised her knee and thrust it into his waist and abdomen. In the instant the opponent lost his balance due to inertia, she pushed forward with her right hand, embedding the extremely compressed energy cluster entirely into his chest armor.

Click, click.

As a clear, ringing sound emanated outwards, the solid armor collapsed and dented, and cracks continued to spread across its surface.

Aura is a miracle built by spirit and life. Nearly a thousand years later, there are almost no Aura users among humans, but there are countless Pokémon that are good at using it.

Ecological diversity creates countless clusters, and many seemingly ordinary moves will actually vary in their execution depending on the individual Pokémon's abilities, resulting in different manifestations of the Aura.

Lucario, naturally adept at meditation and concentration, serves as the best template for the honing and shaping of waveguides.

Cocoyar taught the basics of Aura, Gopher broadened their horizons, and Korrina and Lucario demonstrated its use through everyday examples. When this power is truly understood, both humans and Pokémon can easily control their bodies and break free from the limitations imposed by the brain.

Early in her journey, Nan Yin had considered the possibility of humans becoming elves. Since anyone could hone their skills through repeated practice, and since a host of Fighting-type Pokémon could unlock this treasure, there was no reason why she couldn't.

She compressed the energy within her five internal organs, mobilizing the hidden waveguides in various locations, condensing and solidifying it, and then giving it the stable form of a sphere. Her keen senses helped her secure the optimal situation, and her mental focus allowed her to locate her enemy before they could even appear.

It is a bullet destined to hit, propelled by life itself, and a well-documented, familiar technique—

Wave missile.

With a single strike, it pierced through the iron wall, and the remaining force propagated in waves, shattering every corner of the armor.

“...Buyi”.

Belatedly realizing his mistake, the pink and white beast leaped in front of the young woman, feeling deeply ashamed of his dereliction of duty.

"Nanyin, are you alright?"

When she called out her friend's name, Corinne's eyes were filled with urgency, and her face was filled with astonishment.

"No."

Answering briefly, Nan Yin exhaled deeply, then slightly tiptoed, dispelling the slight feeling of exhaustion.

In a flash, she instinctively unleashed the move she had practiced many times before.

Clearly, the results are remarkable.

Glancing at the figure in military uniform, beneath the tattered mask, a young woman's face was revealed.

Her chestnut-brown curly hair cascaded down to her neck, slightly tangled and somewhat messy. She was slender with delicate features, unlike the true appearance of a villain; she resembled a lost bird.

Nan Yin did not approach rashly, even though the other party was temporarily unconscious, she still had to avoid any accidents.

Noticing the other person's worn-out clothes and the patches sewn with needle and thread, as well as the unkempt braids, she could tell that the clothes were wrinkled, faded, and obviously discolored after washing.

This is clearly the manifestation of a poor child. In the previous exchange, I also failed to detect excessive hostility from within. Rather than an obedient attack, it seemed more like the result of being hypnotized.

Reviewing the familiar plot and comparing it to the striking appearance, a name immediately came to mind.

The second-generation director of the handsome detective agency, Machiavelli, was hypnotized by Team Flare because she was working part-time as a lab technician.

Despite her determination to protect the life she had finally managed to settle down, she ended up on a journey of no return, making her a pitiful figure in a way.

Therefore, when responding to the missile, Nan Yin had already withdrawn its force, only stunning the missile and preventing it from being in mortal danger.

Of course, she would not let her special status make her blind to right and wrong or condone evil deeds; she would leave the rest to the Alliance's investigators.

She called Qinglu back, briefly recounted what had happened, and after a brief conversation, she leaned against the nearby wall, quietly waiting for her backup.

A cold wind blew, ruffling my hair, and also brought along my friend's earnest and inquisitive questions.

"Nanyin, that just now, was it a wave missile?"

As they drew closer to each other, their eyes met, and their warm breaths mingled in the cool of the night, carrying each other warmth.

"If the effects are similar, then it can indeed be called a wave missile."

It wasn't just a copycat imitation; the move just now not only tested Lucario's luck-based abilities but also incorporated the philosophy of Nanyin music itself.

Rotation, vibration, and explosion—it is precisely because of the flow of power that this so-called wave missile can shatter armor with a single strike.

"How did they even use that? It's so cool!"

Looking at the pretty face that was close to her, and seeing the bright eyes, Nan Yin did not reply. Instead, she raised her fingertip and gently flicked her finger on the smooth forehead.

"First, solidify the foundation that Mr. Cocoble taught you, then calm your scattered attention. When that time comes, whatever you do will come naturally."

"Well."

A whimper escaped her lips as she clutched her slightly reddened forehead. The blonde girl wanted to cry out her grievances, but then realized that her friend's words made sense.

Focus is the key to success.

She forcefully held back the tears welling up in her eyes and nodded seriously.

"I see."

This action surprised Nan Yin.

You see, this child used to argue with everything his grandfather said, but now he's listened to her advice. Touched by his understanding, she felt a surge of relief.

"It's good that you're listening."

He bent down and embraced the self-pitying Sylveon. It still felt ashamed of its earlier negligence and was unwilling to face the girl in front of it.

Fortunately, that figure was patient, meticulous, and empathetic to the emotions.

Soft whispers followed, then skin to skin and the exchange of body heat; the conversation gradually faded, leaving only silence to settle and give a sense of tranquility.

Da da da......

The cloying atmosphere remained stagnant for a long time until hurried footsteps approached from afar.

"Phew, are you two alright?"

The man, carrying a brown handbag, had a rather mature appearance.

His gray hair, which hadn't been combed in a long time, his furrowed brows and eyelashes, and his nasolabial folds all revealed his exhaustion.

"It's alright. Besides, are you here to take over this girl's care?"

"kindness."

Without beating around the bush, and with efficient responses, they quickly exchanged the information they knew and confirmed each other's identities.

"I'm an Interpol agent, codename Handsome."

After showing his identification, the man, though discussing matters with Nan Yin, never took his eyes off the collapsed girl.

Undoubtedly, the two knew each other early on and had a deep connection.

"Well, Machiavelle was a kind-hearted child. She lost her parents at a young age and lived on the streets. She felt guilty about being taken in and eating and sleeping for others, so she went out and found a part-time job. But she never expected that she would be deceived by Team Flare, which led to her current situation."

At that time, Machiavelle was his assistant, but now she is an accomplice of Team Flare and even threatens his safety. Even if there is a reason for hypnosis, this is an indisputable fact.

and so--

"Please allow me to apologize to you on her behalf."

He bowed deeply, expressing his deepest apologies. The handsome man's face was full of sincerity, and even his bloodshot eyes showed humility.

"No need for that, proper handling is the best answer."

She wouldn't make things difficult for him here. Since she was unaware of the situation and had a kind heart, Nan Yin wouldn't vent her anger on him like she would on a former minister.

Knowing the handsome man's job, and seeing his tired face and unsteady steps, how could she not be compassionate?

So, he opened and closed his lips, offering heartfelt comfort.

"You've worked hard."

"...Thank you."

He lifted the slender girl, took a few steps, and after adjusting to the weight, his wrinkles smoothed out as he offered his heartfelt thanks, before he walked away into the night.

There were no more words spoken, only the shadows of the figures lengthening as the lamplight shone brighter.

"Let's go home."

Gather the shattered armor, fill in the dents, and the remaining traces will disappear with the dawn and the gentle breeze.

As she walked through the familiar streets and alleys, pulled back the curtain, and stepped inside, a heavy figure rushed into her arms.

"Bang!"

It is a dark blue scorpion beast.