Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

Even with the determination to protect it, it is still a clingy baby in daily life.

Therefore, even though they were only separated for half a day, the child was reluctant to part as if they were reunited after a long separation.

"Okay, I will always be by your side. It has been so before, and it will be so in the future."

With a smile, she made a promise and was determined to keep it. She took out a broom and dustpan from the bathroom and began to clean the room inside and out.

Although naturally lively, these little ones refrained from making noise and playing around in the house, considering the girl's hard work.

Wiping away the fine sweat from my forehead, it didn't take too long, and with the help of mental power, this kind of housework was quite easy.

Sitting in a corner of the sofa, I watched the little elves, big and small, each doing their own thing, chatting idly or waiting for the girl to say goodnight.

Looking back at the blonde girl lying flat to the side, I saw her legs raised and swaying up and down, as was the usual late hour of the night.

The wind outside was growing stronger, and people who were still recovering from the disaster were filled with mixed emotions, some feeling fortunate and others cursing. Nanyin, on the other hand, simply closed the window, drew the curtain, and shut out a completely new world.

Thus, we begin tonight's farewell.

"Good night."

......

The next morning, the sky was high and the air was crisp, with a gentle breeze.

In keeping with the pleasant weather, no one lingered in bed or slept for too long.

She gathered up the quilts, closed the windows, and watered the flowers in the yard. Although she had made up her mind to get involved in the event, she still couldn't neglect the things that needed to be done, whether they were trivial matters or necessary habits.

She pulled her stockings tighter, tapped her heel lightly on the sole of her boot to make sure they fit perfectly, and then, together with her friend, walked back towards the Prism Tower.

While strolling around, besides the reconstruction efforts and the flow of people, one can occasionally catch glimpses of horseflies diligently working, and various colorful flowers and leaves with their stems raised high, giving people a pleasant fragrance.

The atmosphere of early autumn became even stronger yesterday.

Amidst this harmonious scene, Nan Yin spotted a familiar figure.

He was a tall, ragged man, strikingly handsome upon first glance.

Perhaps the aura of decay and pain still lingers on him, but compared to before, there is now a sense of relief in his eyes.

With his five fingers outstretched, cradling the tender flowers, as if he had finally met the person he longed to see, the old king slowly rose like an ancient machine, bending his knees to meet his gaze at eye level.

"You've arrived, Nanyin."

Just by looking at the dust clinging to their trouser legs, you could tell that the other person had been waiting there all night.

"King of AZ, may I ask what brings you here?"

Surprised but not saying it aloud, Nan Yin asked.

“I sensed that someone was trying to restart the ultimate weapon. Fortunately, the locks on it are still there, and the blooming flower cannot release its full power. But recently, I have noticed eyes, many, many malicious eyes, and they are asking me for something.”

Unfold your clenched fingers, and on the withered surface of your skin, you'll find an ancient-looking key.

"I want to give you something right now."

"The key to the ultimate weapon."

Chapter Ninety-Three: Legendary Showdown and Confrontation with Vladali

"why me?"

As the creator of the ultimate weapon, it is reasonable for this King Wei to possess the key. The only thing Nan Yin doesn't understand is why he chose her instead of some other trainers who are more powerful.

"The answer is what you once said. Through these days of travel, I have indeed seen this world that has been transformed thousands of years later."

"I have many feelings and have gained a lot."

Looking at his now neatly tied long hair, even though his clothes were still simple, the old king had indeed changed his image compared to before.

"Similarly, it is precisely for this reason that I appreciate your value as a trainer, Nan Yin. Your willingness to get close to Pokémon and treat them with sincerity, and your ability to treat everyone equally without being self-important, is truly rare."

“I admit that my vision is not as clear as yours in the present moment. Therefore, Nan Yin, you shall hold this key to witness Carlos’s future and decide the switch for the continuation of order.”

A gentle morning breeze caressed her face, carrying a sweet fragrance, and several delicate little flowers adorned her shoulders.

Emerald green and pure white complement each other, delicate flowers lean against slender shoulders, they are tiny sprites.

It is not the color of the eternal flower, but a group of petals and stems that happened to meet and stopped because of goodwill.

But this scene also represents that people from the past have gradually let go of their resentment, are willing to face the past, and live peacefully with Pokémon.

"You flatter me, King of Az."

Upon hearing this praise, and looking at his own pale hair, the old king fell silent for a moment, then said in a dry voice, "I am but a sinner, unworthy of such a title."

"Since you think so, sir, I will naturally not try to persuade you further. However, in the historian's writings, the king of AZ sacrificed a few to end a war that should have destroyed the country."

Looking directly into the other person's eyes to express her feelings, Nan Yin wasn't just being overly sympathetic. AZ was the ancient king from three thousand years ago, and his existence had a significant impact on Flare Team and the current situation.

This meeting is a great opportunity, an opportunity to gain more advantages.

"...That was just a result of venting my anger. My original intention was simply to avenge that little flower."

The old man's voice was halting and stuttering, like a withered ancient tree, and carried a deep sense of shame. However, Nan Yin nodded in agreement.

"So, sir, you've come to understand yourself, haven't you?"

Bending down to embrace the pink and white little beast, Sylveon, though puzzled, leaned her neck and shoulder together, her face pressed against Sylveon's.

"Buy~"

It was an intimate whisper.

"If I were in that position, facing the harm done to my own child, I would have been equally enraged."

This is not a lie; it is simply what Nan Yin said from the bottom of her heart.

"Cherishing your companions is the foundation of being a trainer. Spending day and night with them, I think even a parched heart can be nourished."

Taking the ancient key, it wasn't particularly heavy, yet the girl felt a sense of effortless ease, as if she were holding the very essence of Carlos.

Still lost in thought, the King of AZ lowered his hat brim to conceal a hint of shame.

"...Again, thank you for showing me the way since then."

"I think I should go now, to end my own destiny."

Stepping sideways into the dimly lit alley, the old man was about to leave when he heard the voice of the former calling out.

"Mr. AZ, are you heading to the Forest of Oruans?"

The handing over of the key symbolizes the handing over of responsibility. When a sinner who has been wandering for thousands of years, on the verge of death, loses his mission, he can only face two possible outcomes.

Indulgence and farewell.

Clearly, the old king's words and actions all pointed to the latter.

How did you know?

His expression froze. Just now, AZ had been thinking of finding the awakened Yveltal and using His power to end this eternal, wretched fate.

"It's also because of what you said, sir. Besides, we'll soon be heading to that forest that's rarely visited even now." Continuing from where she left off, Nan Yin opened her lips again and made her request in a deep voice. "So—"

"My friend, AZ, could you please show us the way?"

The term "friend" struck the old man's heart like a resounding bell, leaving him unable to form words or phrases to express himself fluently.

The old king simply bent down, placed one hand on his knee and the other flat on his chest, accepting his friend's request with the etiquette of a knight.

"It is my great honor."

With that as their conclusion, they strolled through the streets at dawn and dusk, and when they spoke again, they had arrived at that towering building, the Prism Tower.

Unfortunately, as soon as I entered, I was greeted by a loud reprimand.

"You silly girl, didn't I tell you that you don't need to get involved in this?"

Even faster than the doorbell's notification, Cocoble stepped forward and blocked Korni's attempt to enter.

“Grandpa, I’m not a child anymore. When you were training in the Tower of Refinement, I was always the acting head of the Sara Dojo. As I’ve come this far, I’m no longer as weak as I used to be, and I can no longer hide under your wing for the rest of my life.”

"Nonsense! Have you ever faced the power of legendary Pokémon? Have you ever naively believed that it was just a game that everyone used to play around with?"

His tone was extremely harsh, as if he felt the questioning wasn't weighty enough; his imposing manner escalated further. Fortunately—

"Alright, Coco, don't let your concern turn into hurtful words."

Patting his old partner on the shoulder, Master Fu raised his hand to remind him to look at the girl with tear-streaked eyes. No matter what, to dismiss a junior's hard work as mere entertainment was undoubtedly a chilling insult.

However, compared to the advice he had just given, the old man's gaze toward his apprentice was more complicated.

He hesitated, wanting to say something, but upon seeing Nan Yin's clear eyes, his so-called advice turned into a helpless yet gratified sigh.

"Well, since you're so determined, then this old man won't try to stop you anymore."

After spending several months together, he had a general idea of ​​the girl's personality. He knew that she would never act rashly unless she was completely sure of herself.

The fact that they are here now only means that the other side has the confidence to face the legend head-on without being defeated.

He's really getting old. I never imagined that in the blink of an eye, his apprentice would have achieved so much and even surpassed him as a trainer.

No longer dwelling on the matter, Master Fu nudged Coco's arm with his elbow, signaling him to be careful of the excessively tall man behind him.

Their eyes met, and as the inheritor of the ancient cryptic text, the old man immediately contracted his pupils, as if an earthquake had struck his heart.

Those are figures that only appear in totems and historical records.

"King, AZ."

Unfurrowing his furrowed brow, Cocoble bowed and asked, "May I ask, how did you come to be here?"

"As a witness and as a friend, I will help them go to the Forest of Oruans to find the God of Life."

Without concealing the truth, and having witnessed the awkward concern between elders and juniors throughout, AZ suppressed her tenderness, softened her tone as much as possible, and spoke softly.

"This, how can we accept this? We cannot bear your kindness."

Before the refusal could be fully expressed, the old king gave a completely opposite response.

"No, it is I who should repay the kindness of these two girls."

After saying this, no matter how much Coco and Grandpa Fu pressed for the reason for their help, AZ just silently looked out the window at the gloomy sky.

After repeated inquiries yielded no results, they finally gave up and agreed to let the girls accompany them.

As we ride on the smooth back of the tropical dragon, passing familiar valleys and towns, and as the lush greenery comes into view, the ancient forest unfolds before us.

Stepping inside, wandering through the lush groves, unlike the regularly pruned white sandalwood forest, every inch of this land bears the marks of time, and is filled with natural paths.

Wild, disorderly branches and sharp, tripping thorns seemed to be deliberately preventing any living creature from entering, making each step forward extremely difficult.

During this brief rest, concerned words lingered in the back seat.

"Wipe your eyes."

Without calling out her friend's name, Nan Yin simply took out a handkerchief she carried with her and handed it to the former.

The rejection from her family was undoubtedly too heavy a burden for a young girl, let alone Korni, who was always energetic and still striving to gain recognition.

"No, it's okay..."

Even if she seemed to be saying nothing, the intermittent sobs and red eyes betrayed her deep sorrow.

Perhaps Nan Yin could understand the old man's thoughts, but the generation gap often prevents them from recognizing the distance, setting aside pride, either getting too close or looking down from a superior position.

Being at such a high level, with a fixed perspective, will inevitably amplify existing barriers, rendering communication ineffective, and may even lead to malicious intent.

"Try to believe in yourself. Korne has also achieved nearly eighty consecutive wins, and she's very close to that goal."

Gently patting the other person's shoulder, Nan Yin lowered her snowy neck and looked directly at the person in front of her.

It is an unwavering, direct gaze.

"But, but those were all goals I set for myself, they have no practical meaning whatsoever. Besides, I have absolutely no confidence in fighting against you, Nan Yin, I can't do anything..."

She raised her fingertips, first placing them against her own lips, then held them flat and pushed them towards the tearful girl before speaking again.

"I don't like hearing this."