United area, green city.

The next day, Mihara Rinyuki's long eyelashes twitched, and then his confused eyes slowly opened, "This is here?" ”

She was just about to get up, but she was pressed back by the small light next to the bed, "No, the doctor said you still have to rest for a while." ”

Mihara Rin Xue nodded blankly, then thought about it for a while, found that his mind was blank, and finally suddenly realized, "Manafei, we are going to send Manafei back to the undersea temple!" ”

After she finished speaking, she frowned again, tilted her head and thought about it, and found that something seemed to be missing, but when she thought about it carefully, it was extremely reasonable.

While they were in the forest, they encountered One Piece Fanton, and in the end, the group was captured by the conservationists, and they continued to send Manafei back to the underwater temple.

Rin Xue subconsciously looked around, the smell of disinfectant water floating in the white room, and the white light veil on the windowsill danced in the wind, vaguely seeming to ......

"Who?"

She seemed to see a human figure, but when she looked closely, it seemed that there was nothing.

The white room was silent for a while, until the fiery double ponytail figure ran into the room, Minghe was full of interest, and the energetic voice immediately echoed, "Na, look, we are in the newspaper!" ”

"Minghe, no, this is a hospital, be quiet, it will disturb others."

"Xiaoguang, it's okay, it's okay, how can there be anyone else here."

"Even if it doesn't work, it's the rule!"

"Old-fashioned, be careful that you can't marry in the future."

……

Rin Xue looked at the two arguing in front of her, and finally couldn't help laughing, that shallow smile was like a small mountain flower blooming in winter, plain but warm.

On the hillside outside the hospital, Yono Mihara watched this scene through the window screen, his eyes narrowed slightly, and finally turned to leave.

If Sakaki represents her memories of the extraordinary, then Rin Xue is her yearning for the ordinary.

No matter how great a person is, they will eventually go to the dull and embrace the end.

She is the same, Miyamoto is the same, Oki, Kikuko, the figures in the memory are gradually aging, becoming bland and real.

Yono's footsteps didn't stop, behind her hands, her steps jumped lightly, like an innocent and immaculate spring girl in her memory, and even a sweet smile appeared on her face.

Unconsciously, she gradually hummed a song, recounting the past with a muffled nasal voice.

She eventually slowed down as a figure stood in the shade of the trees in front of her.

The figure was hunched on his back and on crutches, like an ordinary old man.

The figure was dressed in a wide dark purple dress, like an old woman who had just taken a look at her granddaughter.

The face of the figure was covered with traces of time, and only the eyebrows inadvertently showed an extraordinary temperament.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and Yono Mihara originally thought that he would have a lot to say, but when he really met, he found that everything was very dull.

The figure in her memory has a straight posture and beautiful eyebrows,

The figure in her memory was proud and awe-inspiring, and her eyes were blazing,

The figure she remembered was holding a pitch-black Poké Ball, and a ghostly ghost was always behind her.

It was Kikuko, who took over the throne of the Four Heavenly Kings at the age of 16 and was the most coveted object in the hearts of all young female trainers in Kanto, the ghost king Kikuko.

But now the figure in front of me is like an old woman who can be seen everywhere on the street, quiet and serene.

Mihara Yono's nose twitched, she tilted her head, a little stunned, a little unwilling, and finally turned into a light smile.

She lifted the corners of her skirt and bowed slightly, "May I ask who you are?" ”

At this moment, she gradually overlapped with the self in her memory, and at that time she asked the same question, asking questions to the object she longed for and vowed to defeat,

'May I ask who you are?' ’。

Then she saw a pair of dark and clear beautiful eyes, and heard the words that made her remember it vividly, and her chest was high,

'Four Heavenly Kings! ’。

However.

"I'm Kikuko."

An old and calm word shattered the picture in Yono's memory, making her bite her lip, her chest clogged, and she was a little unspeakable.

The Four Heavenly Kings in his memory gradually faded and returned to the ordinary old man Juzi.

This made her hand holding the Poké Ball tremble a little, and finally let go of it.

And Kikuko was on crutches, she looked at Yono Mihara in front of her, smiled gently, and took out a poke ball, "You, would you like to have a battle with me?" ”

Yono Mihara was silent for a moment, "You will lose." ”

In the end, she didn't take out the Poké Ball, but walked past Kikuko's side with faster steps, and the hand holding the corner of her skirt was too hard and looked white.

Yono Mihara was breathing rapidly on the mountain road, obviously everything around her was reversing at high speed, but she felt that it was she who was regressing at the moment.

In the end, she stopped in a daze, as if she was standing on an ancient bridge, and under the bridge was a rolling torrent, never to return, and she was the only one left on the bridge......

Long.

"I'm going back."

Yono Mihara calmly lowered the corners of his skirt, even though his face was still the same, but the past was still over after all.

She looked at the black-haired man in the mountain road, "Kikuko, you, who else is behind there?" ”

"Wanlong Heavenly King, a lot of people." The temple answered truthfully.

He looked at the young woman in front of him wearing a white dress, curly hair, and a beautiful face like everyone's girlfriends, and it was hard to imagine that the other party was the leader of the previous generation of Team Rocket, leading Team Rocket through the dark ages.

Leader of Mihara!

His people resounded throughout the dark forces, and even made many people forget what the "name" of the other party was.

If it weren't for Kikuko, neither he nor Kona would have recognized the person in front of him as the former "old acquaintance".

Yono Mihara "Hey~" shook her head like a girl, "It feels like a princess who has been captured back to the palace." She showed a hint of self-deprecation, and then smiled mischievously, "It's a pity that the prince doesn't want a princess, but—"

"—Pokémon Master!"

"Pokémon Master, a title is really that important." Yono Mihara tilted his head, "I used to like trainers the most, and I hated trainers the most. ”

She muttered to herself, and then walked briskly past the side of the temple, "Now too, the so-called trainer who hates it the most, keeps talking about fetters, but its practice is fetters, I, you, Juzi, are just a microcosm of the times, the so-called greatness, will eventually return to the ordinary." ”

Click, click, click...... Yono Mihara stopped again, turned his back to the temple and said calmly: "It seems that I don't have a chance to go to a few other people to thank you, so say to those young girls for me-"

"—thank you."

Mihara Yono said and disappeared silently in the mountain road, his posture told of unwillingness, containing indifference, like the end of an era.