This elf world is kind of weird

"... Huh! No way! Senior Chrysanthemum, you must take a break!"

After making the whole forest into a mess, Filio, who was covered in sweat and mud, dodged the last bunch of flying arrows, and sat down on the lawn beside Chrysanthemum, panting heavily, saying what I can't even stand up.

"Can't you stand it after less than two hours? It's faster than I thought. Well, Bulbasaur and Dragon Baruto, you guys will come back too!"

Looking at Filio who really couldn't move a finger, Juzi shook her head in disgust, recalled the two Pokémon who were already looking tired, turned away, and walked towards the wooden house alone, hiding her eyes in the process. stunning color.

In fact, at the very beginning, she thought that the training with the nature of being a maverick would only last about an hour at most, but Filio persisted for twice as long as she expected.

Because of this, the training was only halfway through, and the organs and weapons in the forest were exhausted.

That is, thanks to the ghost-type Pokémon summoned by Geng Gui to help install it, it has been maintained until now.

Suppressing her excitement, Juzi said with a cold face: "Take a rest for 5 minutes, and then prepare to cook. I have to meet someone and finish lunch before I come back, as well as those little guys under the waterfall. Give them a good massage, aren't you an advanced breeder? You should be able to do this."

Before he finished speaking, the hurried old man soared into the sky under the leadership of Doronbaruto and disappeared without a trace.

The one who left with her was Geng Gui, who had beaten the little Meng Yao dizzily.

The giggling purple fat man flew beside the old man, chattering non-stop, and you could feel his beaming expression even from a distance.

"March..."

In sharp contrast to Geng Gui's joy, it was Little Meng Yao's mental and physical exhaustion.

If it was a little clay monkey that came back from training at night in Salo, then now it is just like a swollen and wet little clay monkey. It fell into Philio's arms with its flat mouth and rubbed all over it. muddy water.

"Senior Chrysanthemum's attack is really serious, I was stunned, you are about the same?" Philio asked while pinching the little Meng Yao's bitter face with a smile.

"March! Madge!"

Hearing the sound, the Dream Demon rose up, instantly inflated into a small balloon, and moved close to Filio's eyes, showing the bruises all over his body, big and small, although not serious, but full of ridicule.

Ever since she became the head of the dream monster of the wild Pokémon in Sala City, she has never suffered such a big grievance. She was beaten unilaterally, failed to touch the other party, and was even teased back and forth by the shadow's tricks. Can't spread.

But after thinking about it, it became happy again.

The little balloon immediately shrank into a ball, clenched its teeth, and even clenched its hair into two small fists and secretly exerted force.

Wisps of dark breath seeped out from the body, blending into the surrounding environment.

A few resentful shadow dolls and fluttering balls that were wandering not far away just now floated over unsteadily, approached the Dream Demon with a playful smile, and circled around it.

"This is...you learned?"

"Ma~chi~!"

Proudly puffing up her small chest, the dream demon who was just like frost beating an eggplant immediately became arrogant.

Although it was only a small prototype, it only took one morning, under the extensive education of Geng Gui, the amazingly talented Meng Yao took his overlord aura one step further.

Even if it can only attract a few weak Pokémon at this time, it is indeed the same approach as Gengar's terrifying ghost army.

"You are really amazing, little dream demon."

Smiling and stretching out his arms, the Meng Yao who was caught off guard was immediately embraced by Filio, and after rubbing vigorously, he regained his freedom.

"Ma..."

"To celebrate, my old bones will not rest at noon today, and I will cook you a big meal!"

"Machi~!"

Originally, I wanted to pretend to be angry and act coquettishly, but when I heard that there was a big meal, the exhaustion from Meng Yao's body was swept away, and she jumped towards Philio's face with cheers. ready.

However, this time it failed.

Before it reached halfway, a pair of big hands clamped it firmly, and it couldn't move forward at all.

"Look at how dirty you are now. Don't touch your face. Go take a good bath first!"

Philio, who is also a mud monkey, said cruel words that made the little dream demon "unacceptable.jpg".

A big grimace appeared on the small face, and he stuck out his tongue vigorously. The little guy who showed a bit of arrogance turned his head and ran to the water's edge, not forgetting to throw a handful of it on Filio.

"Whoa-"

In a blink of an eye, the two mud monkeys, big and small, were in almost the same distress.

"You unlucky child, don't run away!" The sudden joy washed away the exhaustion and laziness all over his body, and the rejuvenated Filio jumped up and rushed towards the little dream monster who was taking a bath with his back on his back.

There was a burst of noise by the water pool, and then countless Pokémon joining in the fun joined in one after another. In a short time, it was already a mess.

Unlike Chrysanthemum's own indifference, these Pokémon of hers are all quite lively, and they get along well with Filio's partners, including the one that "wows" and wants to bite from time to time Crossed bat.

"Gala, gala, stop playing now and lend me a hand!"

Filio, who took advantage of the chaos to wash away the stains on his body and fled to the shore, shouted, but was completely drowned out by the laughter.

After a long time, the curling smoke rose from the river in twists and turns, bringing out bursts of rice fragrance.

-

Chrysanthemum left quickly and came back quickly. Just as Filio's lunch was ready, she returned to the waterfall with Geng Gui carrying a large bag behind her.

The flexible purple fat man moved around inside and outside the wooden house, and put bags of things that seemed to have a lot of weight into the house.

Juzi sat down on the picnic cloth and put some steaming vegetables into her mouth.

"...The taste is not bad, no wonder some people say that your talent as a breeder is higher than that of a trainer." The old man, who has a picky taste and a small appetite, nodded slightly, looking at Feili who started to gobble up as she moved her chopsticks Oh, "However, in such a short period of time, you can clean up these little guys and yourself so neatly, and you can still cook a table of dishes. It seems that your training in the morning is not enough. Practice in the afternoon."

"Eh?!"

Before finishing a mouthful of rice, Filio raised his head in shock and saw Juzi smiling half-smilingly.

Chrysanthemum chewed slowly, very calmly: "Why, am I wrong?"

"How can cooking and training be mixed together? Only by eating well can you train well!"

"Machi! Machi Machi!"

One person and one Pokémon with rice grains hanging from the corners of their mouths were filled with righteous indignation, which drew a lot of responses.

"Geng Ga? Geng Ga!"

Even Geng Gui, who had finally finished his work and rushed to start the meal, quickly rebelled after eating two bites, and stood behind Philio.

"You're quick to bribe, and these greedy guys really haven't seen the world." Juzi laughed dumbly, put down the bowl, and shook her head helplessly, "I'm just kidding with you, let's have a good meal, this morning is just to try you My skills, don’t you want to learn these skills of mine? I’ll show you clearly this afternoon.”

"Huh...you scared me to death."

"Machi~!"

Fillio, who let out a long breath, patted his chest, fearing that the Dream Demon, who was not only about to be beaten but also had no food to eat, was still in shock, fluttering down on his lap.

"You young people, you should live a good life..."

Looking at Meng Yao's exaggerated manner and Philio's doting appearance with anger and amusement, Chrysanthemum's gaze passed him and looked into the distance.

"I think back then, Xuecheng and I did research and special training in the field. Compared to now, it was much harder. Sometimes I even had to cook with Xuecheng. How could he cook? In the end, we all had to work together. Take a bite."

"I remember that Dr. Oki eats instant noodles every day, right? Some people on the Internet said that there are at least several large boxes of instant noodles in his laboratory, but unfortunately he couldn't verify it." Philio blinked his eyes as he buried himself in the meal, Gossip without a trace.

Juzi didn't take it seriously at all, curled her lips and said: "Who knows? That old guy just knows how to make a flashy and useless illustrated book, and I don't know how good he is... He is no longer the good man he used to be. "

Fillio held his job bowl and said vaguely: "Maybe Dr. Oki's research and training have not delayed each other these years, and his style has blossomed?"

"Huh?" Filio's words made Juzi frowned, "You speak for him, do you think there is merit in such a thing?"

"No, no, no, no! I just thought of a possibility."

The murderous look in his eyes made Philio suddenly think of something, and he repeatedly denied it.

Decades of grievances and grievances between the older generation, whoever participates in it is not good.

Juzi's face softened slightly when she saw that he was sincere and feared that he was not hypocritical.

But it's clearly not over.

because……

"As a trainer, you must figure out what your identity is, and don't waste your talent by taking those flashy things as your main business. Then Da Muxue's achievements..."

The old man's tirade began at the dinner table.

And with this said, I don’t know when it will end.

-

After clearing away the mess of lunch, the two of them sat by the river. It was already afternoon.

Chrysanthemum, who rarely talked so much, was a little parched, holding a cup of tea that could almost be called sugar water, and sipped lightly.

After experiencing the high-intensity training in the morning, she knew how to balance work and rest, and she didn't ask Philio to continue the practice that hurts his body in the afternoon, but arranged for Geng Gui to take a few little guys to take advantage of the stimulation of the water flow. , do some soothing relaxation exercises.

After drinking a cup of tea, the old man recovered most of his strength. He picked up the crutches that were placed aside, pointed at Geng Gui, who did not forget to sway his buttocks even after training, and mentioned Philio beside him:

"Whether it's the overlord's aura or other skills, don't think of them as special and powerful. The more they are like this, the more you can't ask for it."

"Senior, please teach me." Philio nodded respectfully.

"The ghost army is only a part of this ability, but it is too profound. Even Geng Gui and I have only glimpsed the tip of the iceberg for decades. You are still young, and you may have the opportunity to discover more." Juzi said To put it lightly, "Your dream monster is very talented, don't restrict it with external forms, let it display and grow freely, and walk out of its own way."

Philio tilted his head slightly: "My own way?"

"That's right... I almost forgot that you have only grown to where you are today in the past year or so." Juzi smiled, and the wrinkles stretched out, "Now you don't worry about this, just let that little Guys, let’s unleash your talent, the overlord aura is something that can be mastered sooner or later, I hope you can learn another one.”

"Are you talking about Gengar's technique of taking out things from the dream monster's shadow just now?"

Philio's eyes were shining, full of curiosity, and he still clearly remembered every detail of the miraculous skill in the morning.

"That's right, you have to remember that the shadow is the best comrade-in-arms of the ghost-type Pokémon. The skill of using the shadow is one of the most important means at any time." Chrysanthemum nodded slightly, took the crutch in front of her, and pinched it. Staying at one end, gesticulating on the soft turf, "Using the shadow as a space for storing things is a very interesting and subtle way to use it. You have mastered it well, but it is far from enough."

Philio sat upright: "To be honest, this is one of the innate talents of the Dream Demon. As a trainer, I only know a little about it. Please help me clarify my doubts."

"You're fairly honest... pretending to understand if you don't understand will cause big problems. Relax, let me ask you, what are the skills for manipulating shadows?"

Putting his weather-beaten hand on the top of Filio's head, the old man, uncharacteristically, began to give guidance in a step-by-step manner.

"The most basic is of course the shadow sneak attack, followed by the seam shadow and the night shadow. The deepest level of understanding should be the sneak attack and the shadow sneak attack of Giratina, the god of anti-matter. If it involves other energy utilization, misfortunes never come singly. A very important part."

This is not a very profound question, and Philio gave the answer after a little thought.

"What you said is good, but it is not comprehensive. There are two skills for manipulating shadows, one is to control the shadow itself, and the other is to penetrate deeply into it. Your best skill is to innovate in the second technique. Pretty good."

Rubbing Filio's hair carelessly, Chrysanthemum stood up with great effort, and without letting anyone help her, she walked to the river, randomly picked up a small wet stone, and threw it at Filio.

"Manipulating the shadow itself is like hitting someone with a stone. It may be strong or not so strong, but it can be seen by people at a glance."

Seeing Filio who was catching the stone in a hurry, the old man couldn't help smiling, his gloomy face relaxed, and he could vaguely see some of the charm of the past.

"But if you go deep into it, maybe you can find a completely different way to use it, open up a new path, which makes it difficult to judge, right?"

"You mean...Geng Gui's technique is to understand and dig out the shadow itself?"

Carefully looking at the stones in his hands, Philio found something.

On the surface of the water, the little Meng Yao, who was fighting wits and courage with Geng Gui, seemed to have sensed something, and a dodge flashed past the chubby purple fat man, flew to the top of Philio's head, and landed steadily.

"It's clever, and knows how to talk about its own business." The little dream monster's big shining eyes are also very attractive to Chrysanthemum, "Then don't practice for now, let's listen together."

"Machi~!"

"Filio, you should know that the back of the shadow is a brand new and parallel world. This is almost the 'common sense' of the so-called ghost experts. But in fact it is not like this, there is no absolute parallel."

The dark crutches tapped lightly on the river beach, making a sound, reflecting the pride and self-satisfaction of the old man when he talked about his lifelong learning.

"Take the shadow as your own space. This is a very advanced usage, but it's not enough. Because I found a higher-level technique, a unique technique."

Chrysanthemum leaned on her crutches and was in high spirits.

"Ordinary ghost-type Pokémon can only hide in a shadow or in a different space. It is good, but it is still far away. I want to make stealth attack into the instinct of Pokémon, and make the ubiquitous shadow , become the extension of their bodies, where the shadows are, is where the ghost-type Pokémon are. I named this technique [Shadow Transfer].”

"Shadow... transfer?"

Filio's eyes flashed brightly, and he suddenly thought of the fierce duel on Su Fang Island that shocked the world.

The move that almost turned defeat into victory in a desperate situation, and the technique of integrating Gengar with the shadow of the cave, are undoubtedly the essence of what she has learned throughout her life.

Looking at it now, compared to the ghost army that frightens the world and the death make-up technique that almost turns decay into magic, perhaps this stunt that almost touches the rules is what she is really proud of.

"March?"

Looking at the round little shadow below him, and at Gengar running over in a hurry, the dream monster tilted his head cutely.

"That's right, this is the real trump card that I, Chrysanthemum, have devoted myself to studying for decades." The long golden hair danced in the breeze, and the old man seemed to have returned to his youthful youth, "There is no one in this world who can walk faster than me." Go deeper!”

The short and somewhat thin old man, at this moment, is taller and majestic than the giant waterfall rising hundreds of meters from the ground.

"Geng Ga!"

Sensing the surging emotions of his lifelong friend, Geng Gui couldn't hold back his enthusiasm and soared into the sky.

The deep and secluded awns cover the sky and the sun, and the surging purple-black waves run through the sky and the earth.

This is the true meaning of a ghost master.

It's not a compliment to the strong, and it's not like the ridicule and ridicule before. In front of an elder who has really promoted the development of a field, all words are superfluous.

She is obsessed with fighting and her beloved ghost attribute. She has worked hard for it all her life. There is no doubt that she can be called a master by anyone.

Even Filio, who has a lazy personality, couldn't help but be deeply moved by his passion for chasing limits and exploring new roads, and his lifelong efforts to turn it into reality.

"Machi...!"

Quietly lying on top of Filio's head, clutching his hair tightly, the little Meng Yao stared intently at Geng Gui, who was swaying the heroic spirit and powerful power that is rare in the world above the sky, and secretly made up his mind.

On the road of growth, after crossing the hurdles and surpassing the good teachers and helpful friends who have given him guidance, it found a stronger goal again.

"……Ah."

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the focused faces of Filio and Meng Yao, and Chrysanthemum's tense expression from excitement also relaxed in relief.

She was sure that the jokes her sister had made during her visit would become an unquestionable reality.

With a serious expression on his face, the stern instructor issued another order: "Okay! I have already told you all what needs to be said, and now the rest time is over, let's start training! Geng Gui, take out all the things you bought earlier!"

As a result, the afternoon, which should have been a little relaxing, turned into a rigorous and fulfilling training again because of the joy of the old man.

The way the trainers of the old school expressed their emotions was always different from that of contemporary people.

The waterfall from the Tianhe River blocks out the sound of training, and only the dark shadow spreads among the rarely visited mountains.

With ardent expectations and raging fighting spirit.