"Don't you mind talking?"

Mr. Caesar wiped the shiny revolver and stood silently in front of the counter, looking at Ash, who had buried his head deep between his fingers, and shook his head.

“...”

Ash seemed to be silent in something, didn't say anything, didn't reflect, just lay silently on the table. Sika leaned against the wall to the side, looking out the window.

"Well, just when I didn't ask that."

Instead of touching his face to the cold ass, Caesar chuckled and turned back to the back of the counter, where he sat and read his book. Sika doesn't think he can actually teach Ash anything... Because Xiao Zhi, who should have understood, has already understood, but it is just because of his subconscious trust in the world that he buried these things deep in his heart and deceived himself.

This situation is common to many people. It's like in the previous life, even if you are full of longing and hope for the world, after entering the society, you should learn what you should learn, pick up what you should pick up, and think about what you should remember, and your hopes for society will pass with the passage of time.

As long as Ash faces up to the cruelty of this world, he can be regarded as truly growing up.

Although he is only ten years old today.

Pikachu worriedly jumped on Ash's shoulder and gently rubbed his head against Ash's face. Ash held Pikachu in his arms and hugged it tightly, as if there was nothing else in this world to be nostalgic about.

It's as if this is his only possession.

"Pikachu..."

He muttered something softly, but Sika didn't listen, and didn't want to listen. I only knew that after a while, one Pokémon quarreled like this.

Sika didn't want to listen either, so he simply pushed the door and went out, finding a random corner and hiding silently.

I have to say that in a sense, the relationship between Pikachu and Ash is closer than that between him and Ash, which may be one of the reasons.

Listening to each other, arguing with each other, and encouraging each other after an argument were things that Sika could not learn.

Sika's relationship with Ash is more like the relationship between a well-connected leader and the led. Sika walked ahead and explored a good path for Ash, at most it was a feeling of walking with Ash on the way.

But it was this kind of relationship that Sika saved Ash's life several times. But Ash, who saved Ash's life, is also difficult to talk to Sika.

Should it be funny or what?

Thinking of this, Sika gently clasped his hands and walked alone towards the depths of the Pokémon Fields area.

There was a kind of anger slowly rising in my heart. Although it is not that fierce anger.

Self-righteous guys, self-centered guys.

Sika was the first to see Ash's cowardly side.

After a while, even the always good-natured Pikachu was.

Only Ash was left sitting in the room in a daze. Mr. Caesar went and returned, although Ash didn't want to talk to him deeply, but as a person who had come over, he saw Ash, who was as confused as he was in the past, and he always couldn't help but want to mention something.

"If you say the big needle bee, you've recovered your health."

Caesar gives the field ball to Ash.

"The physique of Pokémon is beyond human imagination, and some Pokémon can grow back even if their limbs are broken, but Pokémon with broken limbs like Big Needle Bee is a common thing, and it is not difficult to treat."

"Thank you, Mr. Caesar."

Ash sat up from his chair and walked over to the counter to pick up the Needlebee's field ball.

Caesar, who handed over the field ball, looked at Ash, who was quietly staring at the field ball, and said:

"It's not very good to say that, though..."

"But you, who own Blastoise, Little Fire Dragon, Dream Demon, Pikachu, and that Pokémon that should be very powerful... Do you really want to subdue this big needle bee? ”

Caesar frowned and asked:

"You must know that although all of the Pokémon's final evolution forms have almost infinite room for improvement, most Pokémon are unlikely to exceed the limits of the race."

"And it's even more difficult for a Pokémon like the Great Needle Bee to go beyond the limits of its own race... Why do you want to take it? ”

“... After all, the ball has already been thrown. ”

Ash barely pulled out a smile and scratched a long wound he had made on his face when he was chasing Sika. Although it has already formed a scar, if you grind it a few times, the scarlet blood droplets will probably drip down.

"Isn't it natural to be responsible for your own Pokémon?"

“... Of course it's good that you think so. ”

The field ball trembled slightly. As if feeling the sincerity of life, Ash gently pinched the field ball.

"It's just... In that case, which Pokémon are you going to send back? ”

Ash was stunned for a moment, and his heart, which had been somewhat relaxed, was a little heavier.

"This..."

"As a trainer, do you only communicate with your Pokémon based on your own position or your own guesses? Pokémon's thoughts, Pokémon's positions, don't you think about it yourself? ”

"Don't you even know what your own Pokémon wants to do, what you want to do, whether you want to fight or not?"

Caesar thought it was interesting, so he put his arm on the table and shook his head.

“...”

Saying this, Ash choked a little.

"Don't worry, I've seen a lot of Pokémon trainers like you, I'll remind you today, and tomorrow I'll get these things done. By the way, while that guy of yours is not here, I'll give you a reminder. ”

"It seems to be feeling a little angry. Think of a way to appease it. ”

"It's not like your little Pikachu, it's really annoyed."

The sudden words made Ash stunned. Just as he was about to ask something, he found that Mr. Caesar had already walked away.

"Pokémon's... Standpoint... Still have ideas? ”

He muttered to himself.

"I...."

“...”

“...”

“...”

The young man who was out on vacation raised his head slightly, looking at the endless sea, and the bustling summer beauties, wearing sunglasses, and lying on a beach chair in the shade of the sun, Kojiro looked unmotivated.

And beside him, there was a purple-haired woman with an expressionless face and an ordinary white dress.

Musashi.

"As I said, you gave it to me with your own hands for me to protect. I owe him a favor, you are the favor I want to repay, enjoy the leisurely and happy life, don't run around like your mother, but die of your own attachment, Musashi. ”

"Banmu did watch you grow up, but you don't want to think about it, why did Banmu, who watched you grow up, watch you bury with him like this?"

Kojiro said chilling words flatly, and the woman sitting under the sun lounger just snorted coldly and said no more.

"Ahh Your temper is really infuriating. ”