My Name of the Spirit Lucario

In an inconspicuous corner of Yinye City, there is an equally inconspicuous small house.

The exterior of the house was very simple, with no decorations other than a metal bucket painted grass green. The interior was even simpler, with a simple wooden counter, a stool, and behind the counter was a cabinet filled with a large number of paper products. Just looking at the dusty lock, you could tell that the cabinet had not been opened for a long time.

"call."

An old man sat in a chair, drinking tea comfortably.

However, the "clacking" sound of running feet coming from outside the door forced him to push the pen holder on the counter a little further away so that he could put down the hot teacup in his hand.

The door of the small house was not locked, so the owner of the footsteps, a little boy, rushed in happily.

"Grandpa, is there any mail that needs to be delivered today?"

Perhaps startled by the sound of the little boy's running like the wind, the great-billed gull that was resting beside the old man with its eyes closed opened its eyes and made an dissatisfied "coo" sound.

The little boy looked apologetic, then took out a fruit from his trouser pocket and carefully placed it in the big mouth of the gull.

"Baji", enjoying the sweetness of the fruits, the toucan decided not to bother with the little brat.

The old man slowly put on his reading glasses, and slowly walked to the door of the small house. He spent a long time rummaging through the iron mailbox bucket with the words "Yinye City Post Office Branch" engraved on it, and finally showed his empty hands to the chattering of the little boy.

"Oh, why is there no email today?"

The little boy was very disappointed, but the old man continued to sit down and sip his tea as usual.

"Xiao Xing, few people know how to write emails now. Look how convenient mobile phones are now."

What the boy called Xiaoxing didn't expect was that even the old man in front of him, who had been engaged in the postman delivery industry for nearly 50 years and was also the last postman in Yinye City, actually took out a smartphone and fiddled with it in a very fashionable way.

Indeed, in this technologically advanced era, people no longer have to rely solely on emails for long-distance communication. With all kinds of smart devices that can be carried with us, such as video calls and Fetion messages, which one is not more convenient than writing emails, which requires both timeliness and effort?

Therefore, in recent years, especially in the past two or three years, the number of mails received by the post office in Yinye City has become less and less. Now, there are almost no mails. Even many young people in Yinye City do not know that there is a post office in their town. However, I believe that even if they knew, they would not care. After all, in this era, who would write mails?

But Xiaoxing was an accident.

The old man drank tea and reminisced.

"When you suddenly came here and said you wanted to be a postman, I was shocked. Who would have thought that a 5-year-old like you would have such a dream? However, I thought you were just having fun, but I didn't expect that after 5 years, you would insist on coming here every day. Do you really want to be a postman?"

Xiaoxing pouted, obviously unhappy about the lack of email, but when he heard the old man's doubts, he still showed a firm look - it was hard to imagine that such a look would appear on the face of a ten-year-old child.

"Well, I want to be a postman. Because my father said that what a postman delivers is not just mail, but also people's thoughts."

The old man smiled. When he was young, hearing such words, he would not only be excited, but he would also deliver mail for three days and three nights without eating, drinking or resting... It was a bit exaggerated, but for that era, every time he traveled thousands of miles to deliver mail to the hands of people with expectations in their eyes, he would always feel proud in his heart.

As for the little boy's father, the old man also knew him. Although they were not in the same post office, he had heard a lot about his work from the little boy over the years: the best postman of the year, the most reliable letter deliveryman, and the one who always delivers his mission. From these various titles, it can be seen that Xiaoxing's father is indeed an excellent postman, otherwise he would not have received so many praises.

But he also knew that the problem was that this fellow postman was too good, but in this highly developed information age, his excellence became an unsolvable shackle. The mailbox outside the post office in Yinye City has gradually run out of mail, and the situation in other cities is probably similar. From Xiaoxing's mouth, we can learn that the decreasing amount of mail has also made the postman's work less busy. In the end, this self-doubt that he was no longer needed knocked down the extremely excellent postman.

“I want to be a postman!”

However, the son who was traveling with him ran up to him and said these words with great longing.

The old man glanced at his good friend the toucan, which had also entered the aging stage like himself, and shook his head slightly.

Maybe it's time for the postman profession to disappear.

Seeing that the old man was only busy drinking tea and ignoring him, Xiaoxing couldn't sit still anymore. He took out a large stack of mail paper from the backpack behind him and ran out of the post office.

This clever little boy must have known that people nowadays no longer needed to write emails, but he still stubbornly believed that no matter how rapidly technology developed, some things could not be replaced - every stroke written on paper could not be compared to the cold characters typed out on a mobile phone keyboard.

After all, emails carry people's precious thoughts.

And the postman is the best messenger to convey this feeling.

What a good career this is! How could the little boy be willing to let such a career disappear into history just like this!

Xiaoxing, who was rushing out with his head down, didn't pay attention and bumped into someone else.

"Ouch."

Not only did he fall, but even the mail paper in his hand fell to the ground.

"Are you OK?"

Xiaoxing looked up and realized that he had bumped into an elf with a sturdy body and long limbs.

……

Leo, who was worried, chose a secluded path in Yinye City to take a walk to relax. However, he didn't expect that a child would bump into him head-on. He was fine, but the child fell to the ground.

After thinking about it, although it was not his fault, Leo still cared about the little guy in front of him and picked up the pile of papers scattered on the ground.

Originally he thought they were some documents or something, but after getting them in his hands, Leo discovered that the papers were colorful, not only in rich colors, but also in various patterns and styles. This reminded him of a rather unpopular prop in the game of his previous life.

"Is this... mail?"

……

When Xiaoxing heard the elf in front of him say the names of these papers in a slightly surprised tone, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The little boy's wild thoughts were also turning rapidly.

"Hello, would you like to write an email?"

……

Leo held the mail papers in his hands, thinking deeply.

He remembered that in the previous life's game, the most useless item was the item called "mail". This "mail" could be purchased in most city stores, and the price was not expensive, but in all the generations of games he had played, he had basically never bought it. The reason was that this item had only one use, which was to use "mail" to pass some information to other players when communicating.

But the problem is, not to mention that Leo was a staunch single-player player in his previous life, when the game had the item "mail", it was extremely difficult to carry out this so-called communication in the country where Leo was. Later, when communication became convenient, it was already the era of intelligence, and the transmission of information did not need to be achieved through such a small item.

But what Leo didn't expect was that in today's elf world, he would actually encounter this prop that he once regarded as "waste".

What he didn't expect was that the little boy in front of him actually invited him to write an email.

Leo wanted to refuse, but when he saw the little boy's eyes full of expectation, he softened his heart and nodded subconsciously without thinking too much.

……

"Grandpa, hurry up, we have mail to deliver!"

Xiaoxing's loud voice scared the old man. When he looked closely, he saw an elf with an embarrassed look on its face being dragged into the post office by the little boy.

Although he didn't know what had happened, the old man still took out the key with a hint of doting.

"Even if it's a postman game, it's fine."

The old man thought so and used the key to open the cabinet that had not been opened for a long time.

Xiaoxing took out a small postman's hat from the backpack and put it on his head neatly. At the same time, he took out a pile of envelopes and stamps from the cabinet, put them aside, and waited for the elf to finish writing the letter.

……

Leo finally reacted and found himself being dragged into the post office. Although he subconsciously agreed to the little boy's request, when he sat in front of the counter with several pieces of mail paper in front of him, he realized with embarrassment that he didn't know what to write.

But it has come to this point, and there is a pair of shining eyes staring at him, so Leo can't just leave like that.

"What to write?"

Leo grabbed the pen and fell into deep thought.

He recalled everything he had experienced since coming to this elf world: the Chaoyang Valley in the East region, the Blastoise boss and the Queen Flower boss, the magical boy Takuma, the elf ranger Soichi, Grandpa Ono and Grandma Ono who came to the Middle region, Qianli, Ruby and Safiya, the biker Misa, Yasa and old man Akagi, Tiexuan and Xiaoyu and the two electric rabbits...

In a trance, Leo realized that he had experienced so much and met so many people.

"In that case..."

Leo took a look at the envelopes piled up like a mountain in front of him and decided to go for a big one.

"From Blastoise Boss himself..."

This is written in Elvish - yes, the elves do have written language, and there is even a character-based elf called "Unknown Totem".

"Takuma, long time no see..."

This is written in human language.

The pen in his hand moved very quickly, and with the help of [High-Speed ​​Movement], Leo wrote a lot of emails in a very fluent manner.

This made the little boy very happy. Every time Leo finished writing a letter, the boy would carefully put the letter into the envelope, then glue the envelope shut, write the recipient's address in the address bar on the surface of the envelope, and finally meticulously stick a stamp on it.

One is written with great enthusiasm, the other is packaged more seriously.

By the time Leo finished writing, the pile of mail papers that had originally formed a small mountain had disappeared, and in its place was another pile of packaged mail.

"Then trouble you."

"I will handle it."

The little boy patted his chest, and Leo left the post office after leaving a few elven dollar bills as postage.

……

However, not long after walking out of the post office, a large gull flew out.

The gull held the familiar Elf Yuan banknotes and a note in its mouth.

"Thank you for being willing to play with this little guy, but because the mail delivery service has been cancelled, these mails can only be sealed and will not be sent out, so please take back the money."

To be honest, Leo wrote these emails with the mentality of playing games with a child, but it must be said that through such a hearty writing, the boredom in his heart was relieved a lot.

But when Leo thought of the light in the little boy's eyes, he just felt a little sorry.

What he felt sorry for was that the little boy, who clearly possessed such extraordinary passion, could only put this love in an industry that was destined to die out.

……

It was a first for Xiaoxing to sort out and package so many mails.

The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that the old man didn't let him deliver the mails personally.

"You little brat, it's too early for you to be a postman... For example, how are you going to deliver these mails to the East area?"

The old man sternly rejected the little boy's "nonsense" and said that without an outstanding elf like the toucan, he was still far from becoming a qualified postman.

Finally, Xiaoxing looked at the toucan that had flown back at some point and closed its eyes to rest, then looked at the old man, and after repeatedly emphasizing that he must help the elf deliver the mail to the destination, he reluctantly went home.

Watching the little boy go away, the old man sighed, sorted the pile of mail carefully, put it deep in the cabinet, and locked the cabinet with the key.

Perhaps it was because of his blurry eyesight, or perhaps it was because he didn't observe carefully, but in the unnoticed corner of the cabinet, this pile of mail that was destined to never be delivered was covered with a thin layer of azure light.