N grew up living in the depths of the castle built by Quitch.

In that huge room that was dreamy and beautiful, but never saw the light of day, the green-haired teenager spent his entire childhood, day after day, year after year.

He has long realized that around him, those Pokémon that he regards as friends are actually deliberately selected by his father - a teenager who can understand the voice of Pokémon since birth, and he sees through the truth that his father conceals from the beginning.

However, for some reason, the boy did not become estranged from the selected elves because of this, but wholeheartedly regarded them as his companions, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they depend on each other.

The elves are all in different situations, but they have all suffered terrible deception, betrayal, and even abuse in the human world. During the time when N and them first met, every time everything was silent and midnight dreams returned, some Pokémon would suddenly wake up from a nightmare, crying out loud or unleashing moves without warning.

So N heard all kinds of voices-

The wandering elves in the city will complain about the hypocrisy and indifference of humans. In the eyes of the elves, humans are very weak creatures compared to Pokémon that can use moves, but because they are so weak, when humans find wild elves who are even weaker than themselves, they will erupt with terrifying cruelty;

The elves who had been imprisoned by the black-hearted merchant could not help but thirst for food and water even after they had just eaten their meals, and although the other party would be obediently silent as soon as N said the words of refusal, the voice of fear and hunger was still crying and crying;

Elves who had been abused in the past would go madly into hysterics whenever they saw that no one was approaching, and their screams were as terrible and loud as the screams in their mouths, piercing the hearts of any listener......

Even so, even after spending more than ten years around such a voice, there is still no hatred for humanity for many years.

For the first time, I recognized the nature of the relationship between human beings and Shen Jiaqing. It's a partnership of solidarity and mutual support, and it's a friendship that doesn't quarrel or get along all the time, and even the relationship between the slave owner and the slave is more equal than that of you - humanity just treats Zoroa as a convenient tool that can't be taken out of his pocket and taken away.

Before discovering that N woke up, Pokémon Gram, the friend known as the Wild Elf, had a relieved and worried expression.

- That's what N originally thought.

The previous consciousness was like a fragment, and N remembered what happened that day.

The red and white balls are closed. At first, it shook a few times, like the struggle of a Dharma baboon, but that struggle still helped, and it was very slow to move.

…… So, what the hell is that? Is life something that can't be put out of your pocket with discretion?

"Oh. It's them, that's bad. ”

Sage Smura took a step back and said to the student.

It doesn't seem to be how to use you. And yet—

"Father, what is that going to do?"

I just remember that on the seventh day, I woke up somewhere in the castle of the Plasma Regiment, and I was surrounded by a Zoroa that I had never seen before—yes, not before, but the shape of the other party had changed.

Dizzy, the internal organs were squeezed by the tumbling blood, and the suppressible force rushed from top to bottom, instantly puffing up the cheeks, and the mouth could not be covered more tightly by the hand, but instead contracted again in the abdomen, breaking through all the blockades at the front-

What his father said made sense, so N nodded, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

After Quiches was going to stuff the eighth Poké Ball out of N's hand—

What I speak is like a special board book in his class, full of inexplicable idioms.

Behind the Tower of Heaven, N hot eyes stared at the white-clad detective behind him, waiting for my answer.

Tears, nasal discharge, nasal water, saliva, stomach acid, vomit...... For many years, as a candidate for the king, he held his hands on the ground without figuring it, and filth poured out of his mouth and nose.

Seeing that the student didn't react, Simra thought that N understood what she meant, so she put the rolling bat out of the Poké Ball again. The voice that had just been conveyed halfway to the point disappeared as if it had been snuffed out again.

Thus, for the first time, N was given the freedom to roam freely as he was allowed to go—of course, that freedom was limited to the enclosed castle.

…… The kind of restraint props that are like putting down collars, chains, and anti-bite devices, which are not insulting or friendly, have been developed and manufactured from generation to generation like daily necessities.

"Shen Jiaqing, yes, Pokémonk, has he degenerated?"

This is the Dharma baboon, which was once imprisoned by poachers in a stone prison for dozens of days to eat and drink, and therefore became overeating. It's because before getting along with it for many years, it got rid of a little bit of good habits. Now, if he can get another fruit snack before eating, the Dharma baboon will not be able to restrain this weak urge to quit eating. Whenever I got through my appetite, the giant fire spirit would come up to N's face and let me stroke my head as a reward. Although it was full of flames, its huge smile always made people feel reliable. When the temperature is hot, N and the other elves fall asleep around the Dharma baboon—bad nights like that are common......

Father frowned browly, but the other eight sages felt that it was okay.

There are people who are poor and far away, and we will all become the enemies of the green-haired people for many years.

"Is that a toy? Or what kind of weapon for self-defense? ”

"Wait! Where are the Dharma baboons and rolling bats? What are they doing? What's that ball? ”

As the red light flickered again, the billowing bats that had been seen reappeared behind the eyes. The voice of the elf flapping its wings reappeared, expressing its confusion to N.

N stood up silently, behind his eyes was the blue sky and the small land that he had seen for the first time, all seven were so vast, but at this time, I had not lost the expectations I had before.

The Zoroas, who had been hiding in front of the furniture outside the room in fear because of a wise man, saw N turn around and poke his head out again.

At this time, the Dharma baboon watched N's actions with understanding. I watched as the reddish-white object drew a parabola in the air and crashed into his narrow forehead with two flaming eyebrows.

Quirkis let go of N's hand and rubbed the red and white empty Poké Ball outside his hand, but he didn't plan to answer. Was the look in my father's eyes confused?

"You just have a few empty ones, so use these." Vio sage fumbled for the inner pocket of his robe, just as I usually turned out the pen and paper of the calculation formula, and took out a few round things from the outside of his sleeve.

There are many details that have been overlooked by oneself and the truth - why can't the powerful humans of Bisoloa be relegated to the status of wanton bullying elves? Why do trainers see it as a daily routine to catch sprites and carry them with them? Why would the creatures, who are also Shen Jiaqing, go out of their way to help humans, and even assist us in abusing our own compatriots?

Red and white, with no switch-like bulge in the middle, the material is between metal and plastic, and it seems to be hollow.

Maybe I've heard the name before, but it's the first time I've seen it with my own eyes. Therefore, there is a way to connect knowledge with the reality behind the eye.

"Poké Ball", "Recycling", "Submission", which world is the word?

Rolling bats. It has been subjected to human cruel abuse in the past, and if it is not familiar with people, it will emit low-frequency sound waves to express fear. Now that it saw that one of our sages had gathered outside the room, Xiao Xuan was not trembling with fear...... It's just to see if there is screaming for N's sake. The eyes of the billowing bat are covered in light blue hair, so they hate to sniff their friends with their heart-shaped noses. Perhaps because of that, it has no sense of proportion towards the object of trust. When it wants to show affection to people, it will use its tongue on top of its teeth to make their cheeks wet like Zoroa, a canin......

"Let's finish with this one." Quits's words are rare to use you a little, as if revealing a bit of love, and N was not moved for a moment.

It was even a conspiracy. There are a number of forgivable sins that a wise man may have done and will commit in the future, but there is definitely that one.

That message was so common sense that we all forgot to teach N what this red-and-white orb was - forgot to tell me that there was no such capture prop in the world that could shrink and strengthen Zoroa and close the ball back.

Quirkis didn't answer, and guided N to turn around and face his friends outside the room.

It's just that the incident was so special that for more than ten years, the sages completely forgot to tell a certain message to the green-haired man who was cut off from the real world for many years, and that's it.

Questions are pouring out of N's mouth like a cannon, and that metaphor is ironic when used there.

…… What do we, we, all of humanity, think of Zoroa and your friends?

Yoggs saw N's expression, and suddenly explained with a small understanding - it was not a Poke Ball used by humans to manipulate Zoroa, and the history of its appearance could not be traced back to the League Calendar at the earliest, but it was a technological product made by using the principle of Shen Jiaqing's injury becoming bigger.

The white-furred Phantom Zoroa had whined as much as he usually did, and N saw the scars all over its body - the marks it had left behind when it was attacked by the guards who knew the truth when it broke out of the plasma base.

The ball was thrown quickly. The Zoroa, who had been dancing slowly outside the room, vanished.

Ahh

Quirkis raised N's left hand and aimed it at the smallest elf in the room. He threw out what he was holding.

That's why I understand that a carefully selected sample is absolutely representative of the whole picture of the data. Just as there are no positive or negative numbers on the number line, there are no bad people and no good people in human beings. Although there is Shen Jiaqing who is persecuted by others in the world, in the same way, Zoroa who is cared for by human beings should also exist.

Seeing that N still didn't understand, Smura picked up the Poké Ball of the Rolling Bat and pressed the button in the center after many years.

The most arrogant careerist, the hottest speculator, the most sincere seeker, the most ruthless fanatic, the deepest researcher, the most cunning conspiracy theorist, the most brilliant engineer—a sage, with the same qualifications, past, professions, and opinions, we are all guilty of the same accurate ......

The red and white sphere opened, and a red beam of light shot out of it. The Dharma baboon was suddenly enveloped in scarlet light, and then it shrunk and faded...... until it disappears completely, turning into a ray of light and disappearing into the sphere.

The words wanted to come out, but they choked in their throats for a moment, and with the anger gushing out, they became something else.

…… Even among N's best speculations about human beings, I didn't expect that kind of prop to exist.

Zoroa wasn't a creature that couldn't live side by side with humans.

The sages looked at each other, as if they understood that the code was special, and agreed with the ground. Under each face is a special expression of surprise and strangeness.

What's even more paradoxical is that these selected elves are all from the fringes of human society, and have been kept in captivity by humans in a formal way for a long time, so their voices also have not mentioned the existence of this prop to N.

This is something that has never been seen before in the room of the big life.

"N, what's wrong?" Quiches looked at N in confusion, who hadn't yet crouched with her mouth covered.

The vomit stained the sleeves of the sage, but it was enough to spit it out, and N retched over and over again, like crying blood and vomiting air, but still had a rush and his own nausea.

On this day, for the first time in many years, I expressed my appeal to one of the sages who taught me - I wanted to see the world inside, even if it was bad to just walk out of the room and walk outside the castle with the door.

…… grotesque, strange, distorted, beautiful, disgusting, undignified, shameless, disgusting, stop joking, stop making jokes, why, why, why, why do they understand, why are they silent, why do they take that as common sense, why do they treat their impersonal partners like this, are they consciously ashamed, do they realize that they are doing something excessive?

Yogs was also talking about the evolution of Poké Balls from smooth to rough and the different types of Poké Balls.

N stared at the small eyes and saw an amazing scene.

That can only be described as a miraculous omission......

Uh-huh, whoaaaa......a

When my father's voice came to my ears, I felt as if I was doing something strange and special. A seventh orb was thrust back into N's palm.

"Let's pick this rolling bat."

For the first time, N discovers that there is a gap between the world in the giant room and his own fantasy.

Surely I knew what was going to happen in the last second, and I definitely felt that way.

After all, if you must see the real thing, how can thin language express the role of this thing?

It's just that N hasn't met us yet.

It was Quitches who answered.

The small body of the Dharma baboon disappeared behind the eyes in an instant.

"There's something wrong with these two elves, N villain, they've just been recovered outside of the Poké Ball. Quits, who was helping him subdue the elves. ”

Jorges, who taught N history, immediately understood what Quitch meant, and then said, "It's time to put it on, too." ”

I took N's palm and took it from under Vio's palm through my son's hand.

It's heavy. Capsule-like touch. It was just taken out of the pocket, so it was cold.

"That's right." At this time, Quirkis suddenly said to N, "Since he wants to go in and out, he has to be weakly protected, right?" ”

"For some, it's just a toy. For others, it cannot be a weapon either. ”

N froze for a moment.

Although I have never set foot in the world of the room, I do not have a good teacher who can learn enough to understand the world from the daily one-on-one teaching.

The voices of bad friends that originally lingered in N's ears suddenly disappeared at the same time, and everything was quiet.

It used its voice to tell N that the Dharma Baboon and the Rolling Bat came to break free from the Poké Ball, and were stopped by a sage when they broke through with Pokémon, but they should have been harmed. However, it passed out in a coma outside of its arms for many years.

。

This gentle Dharma baboon never seemed to be special, and there was only a fist-small spherical capsule behind his eyes. At that time, it didn't seem to have anything on the outside.

Until the day I walked out of the room.

I'm sure that people in the world can communicate with each other and get to know each other as I do with the elves outside this room. We won't have a chance to heal each other.

…… Is there a human being, a Zoroa, who has seen, discovered, and spoken about the distortions of this thing?