Flashing an empty Poké Ball, I walked slowly but surely towards Desert Naia, a companion of all these days, and of course it knew what this was for. I want to force it to make a choice in the process of approaching it, and I respect its wishes, regardless of the outcome.

It stayed like it until my toes almost touched it. It was a long time before he staggered around and walked unsuspectingly toward the depths of the desert as slow and unsuspecting as I had ever seen before.

Did it leave the choice to me? But it did so apparently preferring to stay in the desert. That's its home, but it's not mine anymore......

"Water Leaping Fish, Out!"

......

Leaving the desert is like a whole world waiting for me to embrace, and although the storage of the Odamaki Institute is only a very inconspicuous information, it proves to me that the content described in games, anime, and manga can have something corresponding in this world, which means that I can grasp the opportunity in a certain way.

I was forced to give up a qiē, and if I could only make soy sauce like countless passers-by trainers, it would be better than dying with my clansmen. As for why I survived...... Don't bother to think about life and death, just focus on the result.

It has been a few days since I left the desert and entered the mountains and forests, it is a great happiness to live in this place with rich vegetation, I don't have to worry about food and drinking water at all, the tree fruits are readily available, and there are many kinds, a bite of sweet peaches to bite down, I ~ that feeling, compared to the staple food in the desert, astringent, this luxury should be damned.

I guess the elves in this mountain forest are like this, uh, shyness may also be that, as long as you don't mess with them, they will never harass you. Of course, people who are accustomed to protecting themselves in the desert may not have the same definition of the word "provoke" as someone else.

Why didn't Zelda Village move? This is another meaningless question that I shouldn't think about, what to do with food and clothing, when the means of subsistence are sufficient, my thinking that has been rigid for ten years quickly becomes active.

Combined with the experience of living in the village for many years, and the information about the pocket world stored in my head, I seem to have some ideas, after all, I can only think in such a limited number of directions, but there is no conclusive basis.

Looking up at the nascent rising sun, he turned 9o degrees to the right of it, holding the compass in his hand and slowly moving forward, while the water leaping fish jumped and followed. Occasionally, I stared at a lone wild elf who didn't like the eye, and in the name of training, I fooled the water leaping fish to beat it up.

The so-called unpleasant look refers to those soft persimmons that clearly express "please bully me" from the size and racial attributes, and I am hiding from the slightly sharp eyes.

There are a lot of elves I have met these days, and the types are sweet and bright, walking grass, and proud swallows...... Anyway, it's a big road goods, and there is no ** to accept at all, and I finally saw that I only hunted phoenix butterflies and wanted to catch them, but it dodged the water gun of the water leaping fish and then absorbed and threw it over...... There is no then.

Overall, the days in the mountains and forests can be described as extremely comfortable, except for the occasional convulsions and complaining about why there are no props that look like Poke Balls in the game for me to pick up, which is simply perfect, and I even have the idea of staying here forever.

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