"Are you going to leave?" Holding two unusual Poké Balls in his hands, Furujuku sat on a wicker chair.

Wakaji nodded, giving Furujuku an affirmative answer.

I have lived in Qianluo Town for 18 years, and it is only in the last five years that I feel happiness, the company of ghosts, the support of Uncle Guju, and the increasingly skilled handmade Poké Ball making.

But whether it is himself or the ghost, he should go to the outside world to take a look, the beautiful scenery written in the book, the vast sea, the endless grassland, and all kinds of Pokémon, if you only read the text, there is something missing after all.

Uncle Furujuku looked at Wakuji solemnly and said, "You must know that most trainers need the assistance of their own families, and the cultivation of each Pokémon requires a lot of money. With only those savings you have saved, even if you don't have to worry about ghosts, but what about Pokémon in the future? Their diet, accommodation, training, etc., if the temple, it is difficult to embark on the road of trainers! ”

Even in a family with an extraordinary background, it is not very rare for a rookie trainer to have three lines of initial elves, in fact, most of the time, only the initial elves designated by the alliance can perfectly cater to the rookie trainers, and their personalities, potentials, abilities and attributes are the most correct choices made for future generations after several generations of records and observations.

Most ordinary people use the more docile Pokémon such as bugs or bobos as the starting Pokémon, their recipes are relatively cheap, and they are easy to catch, and relatively the potential of these things is completely not reflected in their bodies.

And Ruoji can't even reach the class of an ordinary family, one person eats enough and the whole family is not hungry, he is an orphan, and the most important thing is that he is poor.

There are nearly 100 more rookie trainers in each region every year, but there are very few trainers who can successfully challenge the gym and get a badge.

The league rules that you need to collect eight badges to start challenging the regional league conventions, and only those trainers who can stand out in the league conventions will be rewarded and noticed accordingly, no matter how much you have contributed or what kind of talent you have.

In the Chengdu (capital) area alone, there are many trainers who have fallen on the way to challenge the Silver Conference, and new people have appeared year after year, and old people have been eliminated year after year. Every year, too many talented trainers are defeated by better trainers, and many people can't accept being surpassed by their juniors, and eventually leave the field in despair.

"I know, uncle."

Wakaji Hang'er smiled: "I know." ”

"You know! You—" Furusu frowned, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ruoji's opening.

"Didn't Uncle also embark on this path back then? What did the uncle think at that time? Actually, my wish is very simple, I just want to go outside for a walk. Wakaji took off the ghost ball hanging around his neck, and when he pressed the button in the center, the Pokéball spun rapidly on his fingertips.

"And I still have this."

Furuju, who had been choked from talking, moved back and leaned back against the back of the wicker chair. His gaze shifted to the Poké Ball that he had been holding in his hand.

Unlike the red and white Poké Balls that are usually sold on the market, the Poké Balls, which are called tennis balls by Wakaji, are all green. The upper part of the ball is printed with black lines that cross horizontally and vertically, forming a net-like structure, while the lower half is light green, and the outer skin of the green cones is removed by one-third during the production, making the ball feel softer.

This is a parting gift from Wakaji, and it has a significant bonus effect on catching Bug-based Pokémon. In this way, he can finally solve the giant pincer mantis that makes him helpless.

Speaking of which, the acquaintance with Ruoji still stems from the giant pincer mantis.

That was about four years ago.

"Compare the eagle, blow this giant pincer mantis out of me with a strong storm!" Gusu stared at the giant pincer mantis that came from nowhere in front of him, and gritted his teeth to give instructions to the eagle.

"Beep!" Hearing this, the eagle flew up, waving its broad wings, and a hurricane quickly gathered around it, blowing towards the giant pincer mantis.

Glancing lightly at the blowing storm, the giant pincer mantis crossed its pincers on its chest, the short wings behind it stood up, and a thin layer of red light appeared on its body.

As the gale drew nearer, the eyes of the giant pincer mantis gradually sharpened.

Phew————

The wind blew, and there was no longer a giant pincer mantis in front of him.

However...... Poof!!

"Ahh The innocent bear child Wakaji jumped up with his butt covered and yelled at the ancient house: "What are you doing?!" Idiot old man! ”

"Ha scare!!" The bear child gathered his body, which was almost torn apart by the storm, and followed it with a cry of dissatisfaction at the eagle.

The eagle fell back to the side of the ancient house, tilted his head, and his eyes bent into a slit and looked at the two small dots: "Beep~"

"Huh?!"

Two tic-tac-toe characters burst out of the heads of Wakaji and Onisi.

"You have the ability to fight! Bastards are better than eagles! What kind of ability is it to sneak attack while the master is not paying attention!@#$%&*..."

Gusu held his forehead with one hand, looking at the two little ghosts who couldn't figure out the situation, and their heads were full of black lines.

It's been a long time since I've been active, and now that it's been delivered to the door, let's let the ignorant imps see the horrors of the adult world.

Half an hour later, in the room, Wakaji and Onisi, whose cheeks were swollen into big buns, hugged each other and shivered, and for the first time in their lives, they felt an inhumane blow.

.....................

Wakaji stood up, looked at Uncle Kojuku who had fallen asleep due to a memory, and shook his head with a slight smile. He tiptoed out of the room, gently closed the door, and picked another pink cone by the way when he left the orchard.

In the dimly lit room, there were a few faint snorings, and Gusu, who was still lying on the rattan chair, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the hand that had been holding the Pokéball relaxed.

Go ahead, with your dreams, step by step on your journey.

....................

Midnight, Qianluo Town, Dark Street.

A wide trash can stands in the corner, filled with garbage inside and out. As you can see, no one has cleaned this place for months. Mixed with garbage, there is also a lot of sludge accumulated from the recent rains, and the smell of it fills the entire dark street.

Bell - poof! A piece of gold hits the edge of the trash can, bounces off and falls into the sludge.

Immediately afterward, the sound of bell-bell-bell-bell, the rapid sound of gold coin tapping resounded through the dark streets.