It's been ten years, and I don't remember what my parents looked like, no matter what world it was. But I still remember vividly the first real elf I saw, Desert Naia, who was attacked by the Great Ant at the humble funeral of his parents in this life, and unfortunately died. As an infant, I was held by the village chief to attend the funeral.

In my previous life, I loved Pokemon, but that doesn't mean I want to travel alone. Dreams are such dreamy and nihilistic things as long as they appear in dreams, and family, friendship, and ...... Love, which can be embodied in real people, how can the beauty of existence be taken away because of dreams?

It took me ten years to accept the world, to forget the original world, no, not to say forget, but to firmly seal them in a corner of my heart that will never be explored by the outside world, and become the cornerstone and starting point of my soul.

Treasure the memories of your past life and accept the one qiē of this life, except for the name Kami, which was given to me by my parents in this life, who heard that it was the name of a long-lived Pokémon and wished good wishes for their son. But I only recognize the name in this village, and in the future to leave, my name is Link. Or rather, I only admit that there is only one starting point in life.

Feeling a rustling sound behind me, I turned my head to watch the desert sunset at the entrance of the village - it was a Dream Gunaya, one of the few Pokémon in the village that had been subdued, protecting this impoverished desert village. This is the one I saw at my parents' funeral ten years ago, and it has evolved.

With a dozen astringent chestnuts in her arms, it was my dinner, and I think the village chief had asked him to bring it - everyone in the village knew that I would come here and look at the sky at the end of the day's work. But no one knows, I'm thinking about the outside world, and the earth that exists somewhere in the infinite universe.

Silently took it and chewed it. I deserve to help adults since I was four years old, even the grandson of the village chief. In this kind of place, it is impossible to save the beautiful childhood of clothes and food to open your mouth.

Feeling the bitter food in my mouth, I swallowed hard, finally letting go of the idea of moistening my throat with some water. Since six years ago, I have been trying my best to save my quota, which is the most important thing for me to escape from the desert in the future.

As the crescent moon gradually rose, I was about to walk back to the "house" left by my parents, while Mongo Naia was at the entrance of the village, preparing for the vigil. At that moment, a strange and so familiar voice came out of my ears that I was shocked.

Is that...... The motive sound of the car!

But in the middle of this desert, where did I get the car? But since I have a car, does that mean that I have a chance to leave?

Without much thought, the moment I recognized that it was the sound of a car, I subconsciously turned around abruptly, raised my forehead slightly, and looked into the distance by the hazy light of the remnant sun and the newly emerging crescent moon, which had not yet completely passed.

At the junction of the distant horizon and the sea of sand, a group of black dots like ants are approaching, and from the outline, it looks like an off-road convoy for investigation. The sound of the exercise spread unhindered in the empty desert and drifted into my ears.

Forcibly suppressing the urge to run towards the convoy, I tried to calm myself down and began to think about how to respond.

And Mongo Naia completely ignores the distant convoy, for it, nothing is within its purview except for various wild Pokemon that may suddenly emerge from the ground.

Before I knew the other party's intentions, for the sake of safety, I decided to hide and watch the wind, after all, to find a chance to see if I could get a ride out of here.

I hurried home, took out six pouches full of water and a large bag full of food, and then waited quietly in a random place in the village where I could hide my body and have some vision.

In a short time, the convoy had reached the village and stopped. At this time, most of the villagers were also disturbed and rushed over, looking at the convoy they had never seen before, with a wary expression on their faces.

After a commotion, a shriveled and thin old man came out of the crowd, it was the village chief Osama.

Osama walked up to a young man in white uniform who came down from the convoy, "What are you doing here?"

The young man in uniform was also stunned for a moment when he heard the language of the question, and then said, "Please allow me to confirm first, is this Zelda Village?"

"Hmm," Chief Osama replied nonchalantly, looking very calm. But I don't have any doubts that this calmness is pretending.

After receiving an affirmative answer, the young man immediately stood up straight, took a delicate Wen Jiàn folder from the hands of the entourage, opened it and recited aloud: "According to the General Public Law of the Elf Alliance, the first Pokémon of the Imperial Three families in the year 237 of the Alliance calendar are assigned to the newcomer trainer who meets the conditions in Zelda Village, the deputy director of the Contemptible Dr. Odamaki Research Institute, Taiichi Yagami. ”

Initial Pokémon ...... Dr. Odamaki Research Institute...... Here's -- Fang Yuan! I quickly got this information. As for the qualified rookie trainers, it seems that they are over ten years old. I just reached it this year, but generally speaking, there is only one in each of the three royal families, so there should only be three places in this faction.

There are only three slots...... Can it really be my turn as an orphan? But anyway, we still have to fight!

"Rookie trainer...... "O rookie trainer" Chief Osama's tone contained a very obvious disapproval, after all, he was a person who had lived for fifty or sixty years, even if the village where he lived was closed, the profession of trainer still knew it. But for people who live in such a place, the title of trainer is really useless. "Please allow me, old man, to discuss with the villagers, and the specific matters will be arranged tomorrow, okay?"

"This ......" The young man had a puzzled expression on his face, as if wondering why he didn't gladly accept such a good thing.

"Okay...... Our expedition was camped at the entrance of the village. ”

What the hell is the village chief's idea? I wondered in my heart, in any case, should it be a happy event for the village to have one or two trainers?

Since it's such a thing as sending the original Pokémon, I naturally have no reason to hide anymore.

Lying on the bed at home, huh...... Let's call this thing the bed first. All I was thinking about was the initial Pokémon.

As the head of a village, he has a lot of scheming, but he can't do something as simple as pieing the original Pokémon...... Be careful, right?

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