Pokemon Dragon Rides the Clouds

The mist is misty, and the continuous drizzle surrounds this sad city. The rain is like silk, very light and soft. You can't hear its sound, you can't see its color, you can't feel its shape. The whole city All shrouded in sadness.

A heavy rain can wash away the filth in the city, but it cannot wash away the shadows deep in the human soul.

A little boy with pale hair, about five or six years old, wearing thin clothes, stood in the rain with a dull look on his face.

The weather has entered autumn, and a heavy rain has brought unbearable humidity. The little boy did not hold an umbrella and was dripping wet. His pale hair was stuck together and his face was blue from the cold.

His eyes were neither happy nor sad, staring blankly at the two tombs in front of him, like a walking corpse without life or thought.

A strong wind blew by, and half of the withered branch was broken, falling down and hitting the little boy on the forehead.

A streak of bright red blood suddenly appeared, and was washed away by the rain. The little boy's delicate skin was directly torn.

Other children at this age would have already been lying on the ground crying, but this little boy didn't. He didn't even move his body, and still stared at the two tombs with dull eyes.

It was as if he wasn't the one with the hole in his head.

"White Deer Ichijo" and "White Deer Miyuko", these are the names engraved on the two tombstones. They are the parents of the little boy.

"My parents who loved me so much have died, and my originally happy family has been shattered. From today on, you have become an orphan that everyone hates. You must be very sad. Who is responsible for all this?"

A middle-aged man wearing a black raincoat suddenly appeared behind the little boy. The devil-like voice echoed in the little boy's ears, causing his lifeless eyes to finally waver.

The little boy raised his head, his immature face full of ferocity, he stared at the middle-aged man with a fierce look in his eyes, and said with hatred:

"It's you. It's all because of you. It was you who asked your parents to carry out that mission. They were killed by you."

The little boy knew this middle-aged man and knew that he was his parents' superior, and that the task that led to the death of both his parents was the execution order issued by this middle-aged man.

Although the little boy is much more mature than his peers, no matter what, his mind is still simple and he believes that the man in front of him named Chaida is the culprit who killed his parents.

"no no no"

Chaida shook his head quickly, as if he was afraid of being misunderstood by the little boy, and said:

"It wasn't me who killed them. Although I did give the death order, it was also ordered by someone above me. Your parents offended someone they couldn't afford to offend, so they were there. "Bang in the explosion"

"Who are they?"

The little boy yelled through gritted teeth.

"What are you going to do now that you know who they are?"

"Kill them and avenge my parents"

Unimaginably cruel and stern words came from the mouth of a little boy who was only five years old. Even though he was facing a baby face that still had baby fat, the firmness in those words made him laugh. Chaida didn't question it at all.

"Hahahaha"

Chaida suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. The laughter seemed to be mocking, which made the little boy angry.

"why are you laughing"

the little boy shouted angrily.

"I'm laughing at your naivety and stupidity. Even your parents couldn't fight against them and ended up dead. What do you think you can do with your current situation?"

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Chaida sneered, his words full of disdain for the little boy.

Me now

The little boy's eyes flashed brightly, and he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Can you help me?"

"Of course, I'm here to help you get revenge."

Chaida stepped on his rain boots and walked in the increasingly heavy rain. He came to the little boy and took out a pure white elf ball from his arms:

"Becoming a trainer, only if you have strong strength, stronger than your parents, can you avenge them."

The little boy ignorantly took the pure white Poké Ball from Chaida's hand, and then pressed the button like the trainers he had seen.

Meow ~

With a long cry of extreme displeasure, implying the emotion of exploding fur, a small white kitten appeared in the little boy's arms.

As a fire elf, the fire-spotted cat was completely drenched by the rain when he came out. He immediately instinctively crawled into the little boy's arms, pressing his soft little head against the little boy's belly desperately.

"This is......"

The little boy was speechless as he held a kitten that he had never seen before and howled in his arms.

"Fire Spot Meow, your initial elf."

Chaida knelt down to keep the same height as the little boy, looked directly into his ice-blue eyes, and said:

"Remember, the person who killed your parents is the Elf Alliance. You must always keep this in mind, take Fire Spot Meow with you, and become a trainer affiliated with the alliance. When you climb high enough, you can give the alliance a fatal blow. one strike"

"Elves... Alliance..."

The little boy held the wet and shivering little kitten, with Chaida's voice constantly echoing in his ears, and a trace of deep hatred in his eyes.

The rain continued to fall, and the little boy let Chai Da hold one of his hands, while holding the little milk cat in his other hand, he walked outside.

Water splashes one after another, not in a hurry.

......

Bailu Yehu talked about his bitter and bitter experience, but his face still looked calm, neither happy nor sad. Perhaps after years of hatred, it had become calm.

"Are you telling me this to explain to me how miserable your childhood experience was? But you may be disappointed. I don't have that kind of compassion."

Mo Hen stood beside the Tyrannosaurus, not moved at all by the story of the White Deer and Wild Tiger, and said calmly.

After a fierce confrontation, the Flying Dragon and the Roaring Tiger were evenly matched for a while, and neither could do anything to defeat the other. They stared at each other eagerly.

"I don't think it was a tragic experience. On the contrary, I think it was the most precious experience in my life. If these things hadn't happened, I wouldn't have the strength I have now."

Bailu Yehu took a deep look at Mo Hen, his face suddenly turned ferocious and said:

"I'm telling you this, actually, I'm just jealous of you. I'm really jealous. I'm so jealous that I want you to die immediately."

"jealous of me"

Mo Hen frowned, not understanding what Bailu Yehu meant by his words, especially the deep hatred and strong murderous intent in his words, which was even more baffling.

As if feeling the change in his master's mood, the Roaring Tiger couldn't help but reveal a hint of sadness. The Tyrannosaurus keenly captured this opportunity and was about to wait for an opportunity to launch an attack, but the space suddenly experienced a strange distortion and fluctuation.

During this distortion, the White Deer Wild Tiger and the Roaring Tiger suddenly disappeared.