I lost contact in the fairy world

Chapter 639: Mingzhu wins, Mingzhu loses

The spring cherry blossoms in Wushi Town withered earlier than in previous years. In the courtyard of Poplar's gym, Lukia clutched a faded ribbon and looked at the silver-haired woman in front of her wearing a wide-brimmed green hat. The fairy badge pinned on the edge of the hat glowed warmly in the dark clouds.

"A coordinator trainer from Hoenn? I heard that you led Desert Dragonfly and Tanabata Bluebird through the raging clouds of Rayquaza. You are very brave."

Poplar's voice is like melted honey, yet it is as sharp as a knife.

"But the fairy system in Galar is not a stage for a gorgeous contest. This is a place for competition."

Liukia looked down at her worn-out dancing shoes, the heels still stained with the sea sand of Liuli City. She waved her hand, and Mingzhu's wings raised the fine sand, but when they came into contact with the cream of the Frost Milk Fairy, they automatically differentiated into a butterfly shape.

"What I learned in Hoenn is to make Pokémon's power and beauty coexist. But now... I need power."

Since the defeat of Fire Red and Evil Red, Lukia, who has been tracking the trail of Super Red, has come all the way to the Galar region.

During this process, Lukia thought a lot. Recalling the conversation between Huohong and Chaochi, she finally understood that without strong power, she would only become a burden to others. Instead of chasing after the other party, it is better to make herself stronger first.

So she followed the Galar trainer's instructions and found the ancient Fairy Queen.

Poplar's pupils shrank slightly. She had seen too many trainers twisted by disasters, but the girl in front of her still had the gentleness unique to a coordinated trainer hidden in the sandstorm.

She turned and walked towards the greenhouse, the shadows of the cherry trees casting broken spots of light on the glass.

"Come with me. Let's start with the most basic [Healing Wave]. But before that, you should know why I accepted a dragon-type trainer."

Lukia stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. Mingzhu and Xiao Qingqing are both dragon-type elves. Logically speaking, fairies and dragons are the most incompatible.

Deep in the greenhouse, there were several rows of broken badges on display. Among them, a fairy badge with a pink headband wrapped around the edge was particularly eye-catching.

Poplar ran her fingers across the glass display case.

Lukia noticed the sketch in the corner of the display case: young Peter was drawing a bow on the Frosty Fairy with cream, and his cuffs were stained with cherry blossom paint.

"He is very good at [Magic Flash]," Poplar's voice became lighter, "He can make fairy energy focus as accurately as stage lights. But now..."

She pointed to the cherry tree outside the window that was being corroded by Dynamite particles, and the petals were glowing a strange purple-black color.

"His Blimwen can even devour his original intention."

The Frosty Fairy suddenly let out a worried cry and pushed the silver plate of cream to Poplar's feet.

The old trainer sighed and took out half of a broken badge from his sleeve, with teeth marks still on the edge.

"He left this when he left. That day he said, 'Teacher, the gentleness of the fairy department cannot stop the claws of the invaders.'"

She pressed the badge into Lukia's palm.

"Now it's your turn to tell me whether the resonance between dragons and fairies can protect something in the storm."

The training began with the collection of dew in the early morning. Poplar asked Lukia to use the feathers of the Tanabata Bluebird to catch the raindrops on the cherry blossoms, and then inject [Healing Waves] - not for treatment, but to let the water element wrap the fairy energy to form a protective barrier in the sandstorm.

Poplar watched as Xiao Qingqing carefully used her wings to catch the raindrops falling from the cherry blossoms.

As the setting sun dyed the gym's spire red, Lukia finally made a translucent fairy shield emerge from the sandstorm.

In the twilight, the Frost Fairy rubbed against Lukia's feet, and her creamy tentacles curled up the black hair at her temples, as if comforting this traveler who had also lost her hometown.

From a distance, Poplar's cough was heard, accompanied by low murmurs.

"Perhaps, you can remind him that the most powerful move of the fairy type is never attack..."

When the moon rose above the bell tower, Lukia's Tanabata Bluebird was practicing using its feathers to fan out arcs of light for [Mysterious Guardian]. In the Pearl's sandstorm, the shield was able to support the entire eroded cherry tree.

Poplar sat on the steps, looking at the Dynamax red light that occasionally flashed across the sky, and holding Peter's silver pendant until it became hot. She knew that this girl from Hoenn would eventually reunite with the boy who went into darkness, and the concerto of fairies and dragons would determine whether Galar would become the next Hoenn.

"Let the sand of the desert dragonfly be my canvas, and use my light blade to write poetry in the sandstorm..."

She suddenly spoke, her voice returning to her usual clearness.

"Peter once said that this is a flashy trick. Perhaps only those who understand beauty can protect things that are worth protecting."

The wind blew through the greenhouse, blowing down the cherry blossoms on Peter's sketch, but made the Keystone Crown in Lukia's hair flash with a faint light - that was the starlight from Hoenn, which was now quietly weaving wings to fight against the storm with the fairy power of Galar in the drizzle of the spring night.

……

On the battlefield in front of the Wuzhi Gym, the Pearl Wing Blade vibrated, and sand condensed on its body surface to form the outline of Shukaku of the Sand. In the yellow sand, [Sandstorm Funeral] unfolded like a barrier, covering the figures of Sonya and Poplar.

Xiao Qingqing flapped her wings and hovered above Popula. The rainbow feather ring around her neck burst out with a soft mist of light. The [Healing Wave] spread like ripples, covering the wound on Popula's chest and the broken strawberry corners of Frostmilk.

The tail of Blimwen's black hole suddenly paused - the gigantic particles touched by the healing energy dissipated quickly like morning dew in the sun.

"It's you again, you noisy desert bug."

Peter recognized Mingzhu, with whom he had fought in the wilderness, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

"Do you think you can turn the tide of the battle with a bluebird that can knit sweaters? Blimwen, [Ultra-Giant Phantom Wave]!"

A deep purple beam of light shot out from the black hole at the end of Blimwen, sucking even the ruins of buildings into nothingness wherever it passed.

Lukia's pupils suddenly shrank, and her fingertips tapped out a rapid rhythm on the surface of the Poké Ball.

"Pearl, cross your wings! Use [Sandstorm Funeral] to counter the energy!"

The wings of the desert dragonfly crossed in front of its chest, and the sand and super energy reacted violently, bursting into a dazzling golden-red flash - the phantom light wave was actually swallowed into the sandstorm field, and twisted into a strange vortex in the outline of Shukaku of the Sand.

Xiao Qingqing took the opportunity to draw an ice crystal grid with her wings. In the field where [Tailwind] and [Mysterious Guardian] were superimposed, the sand on Mingzhu's wing blades suddenly condensed into thin blades, cutting into Brimwen's telekinetic field like a scalpel.

“Don’t be complacent!” Peter slammed the Gigantamax wristband frantically, and Blimwen’s body expanded again. “In the face of the absolute power of Gigantamax—”

His roar stopped abruptly. Pearl's wing blade had broken the sound barrier, leaving a deep scar on Blimwen's wrist that was visible to the bone.

The sand particles attached to the wound absorbed the Gigantamax energy like greedy leeches, dragging Blimwen's Gigantamax body back to normal little by little. Lukia seized the opportunity, and a blue light flashed across her fingertips.

"Xiao Qingqing, [Air Blade] cuts off the particle link!"

The tail feathers of the Tanabata Bluebird burst into rainbow light, and the twelve sharp blades accurately slashed at the gigantic particle stream around Blimwen.

Blimwen screamed in pain, and the black hole at the end of its tail began to collapse, and its Gigantamax form collapsed like a melting ice cream.

"This is what Teacher Poplar taught us." Lucia walked slowly closer, crushing the Dynamite particles on the ground with the soles of her boots. "True strength is never about devouring, but about protecting - just like she taught you under the cherry tree that year."

The final blow was delivered by Mingzhu. Its wings folded like a knife and turned into a sharp blade of sand in the [mysterious whirlwind] created by Xiao Qingqing.

When the [Desert Sword] slashed Blimwen's core, Gigantamax particles poured down like a rainstorm.

Blimwen's huge body collapsed in the sandstorm, and in the end only Peter was left kneeling in the ruins in a mess, with the Marokomon emblem on his chest cracked into spider-web-like patterns.

Peter suddenly remembered what Poplar had said.

"A trainer is a shield, not a sword."

At this moment, these words echoed in the sandstorm, overlapping with the warmth of Xiao Qingqing's healing light mist.

Lucia leaned over to pick up Poplar's broken fairy badge. When she touched it lightly with her fingertips, the fragments of the badge actually glowed faintly - that was the uncontaminated original intention protected by the sand of the desert dragonfly and the feathers of the bluebird.

Peter curled up in the ruins, listening to the rock bass coming from afar, and suddenly remembered the warmth he felt in his palm when Poplar handed Frosty's Poké Ball to him for the first time under the cherry tree in the gym.

At this moment, this warmth was spreading over his already cold fingertips little by little through the badge fragments in Lukia's hand, through the sand on the pearl's wing blades, and through the fluorescence of the little green tail feathers.

hiss--

However, the next moment, the skyline was torn in two - the fire-breathing dragon's wing membrane spread out like burning golden-red silk, the blue flames condensed into inverted volcanoes at the wing tips, and each dragon scale was flowing with flames that were enough to melt steel.

Mingzhu suddenly tensed his body, his compound eyes reflected a shadow that covered the sky, and the sand between his wings collapsed with fear.

"Emperor Dan!"

Sonya's cry was crushed into pieces by Charizard's roar. The figure who once drove away Gyarados for her was now riding on Charizard's neck. The Galar dragon pattern on the champion's cloak was twisted into a hideous silhouette in the firelight, and his gentle golden eyes were now filled with the coldness of the polar glaciers.

Charizard's pupils shrank into vertical lines, locking onto the ant-like pearl below. The Gigantamax energy rolling in its throat made the air in the entire Dance Town whistle like shattering glass.

"Little Qingqing!"

Lukia's cry was distorted by the dragon's roar, and she felt the ends of her hair being singed by the high temperature.

Xiao Qingqing's tail feathers exploded like ice crystals, and the Qixi Bluebird flapped its wings and hovered above the desert dragonfly. The rainbow feather ring around its neck was filtering the gigantic particles into fine fluorescent light, weaving a translucent fairy shield on Mingzhu's body.

Mingzhu's Sandstorm Funeral created a twelve-level sandstorm on the ground, and just as the shadow of Shukaku of the Sand took shape between its wings, Charizard's first breath of fire hit like a meteorite.

The moment Xiao Qingqing's mysterious guardian arc hit the blue flame, the ice crystals on the feather tips made a crisp sound like glass shattering, and the starlight patterns on the shield were burned with charred gaps.

The blue flame poured down like liquid metal, and the gravel melted into glass-like crystals the moment it came into contact with the wall. Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the surface of the barrier.

As the Charizard's wing membranes tore through the clouds, the shield sizzled like frosting in the heat.

Xiao Qingqing suddenly let out a clear cry, and its tail feathers swept across Mingzhu's broken wing membrane - the healing waves poured down like the Milky Way, gluing the sandy shell on the back of the desert dragonfly that was about to collapse.

But the second wave of Charizard's attack had already condensed in the dragon's mouth. It was brighter than the ordinary Super Giant Hellfire. The core of the flame was almost transparent bluish-white, and the edge was wrapped with a dark golden energy vortex. Even the air was ignited wherever it passed, and the edges of Xiao Qingqing's feathers instantly curled up and turned black.

Mingzhu's wing blades condensed sand again under Xiao Qingqing's healing waves, trying to use "Sandstorm Funeral" to sweep away the flames, but were directly vaporized by Charizard's Super Giant Hellfire.

The little Qingqing's wings were swept by the flames, and large pieces of its ice-blue feathers fell off, but it still used its body to protect the core of the pearl - it knew that this desert dragonfly carried the hope that Rukia brought from Hoenn...

What the hell is the hope? This rubbish is just disappointing!!!
Mingzhu's wing blades cut through the air frantically, trying to weave the last defense net with gravel, but the fire torrent of the fire-breathing dragon was like lava bursting through a dam, tearing open the sandstorm area easily.

The body of the desert dragonfly was swept by the flames, and the sandy shell on its back made a crackling sound under the heavy weight. The shadow of Shukaku of the Sand on its wing membrane curled up into a tiny point of light in the flames.

Lukia was blown away more than ten meters by the air wave, and watched the pearl being blasted into the burning ruins. The sand on the wing blade was evaporated into red smoke by the high temperature.

"stop!"

Sonya staggered toward the battlefield, and the star-shaped pendant slipped out of the pocket of her lab coat.

That was a gift from Dandi on her tenth birthday. At that moment, the light of the lava reflected the silhouettes of the two of them in their childhood at the ranch in Hualang Town - he was smiling and helping her put a hairpin on her, and the flock of braided sheep were glowing with warm golden edges in the sunset.

The third pillar of fire from the Charizard was aimed at Mingzhu's broken body. Dan Di pressed his palm on the Charizard's horn, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

She saw his Adam's apple rolling and heard him say "sorry" in a voice that only the two of them could hear, but the next second, the fire of the fire-breathing dragon fell down with the power of destruction.

The aftermath of the Ultra-Giant Hellfire swept past Sonya's side, and her right sleeve was instantly burned to ashes, while the skin on her shoulders and neck was scratched with bloody marks by the air waves.

In the firelight, she saw Mingzhu's body lifted into the air by the flames, the wings of the desert dragonfly twisted like melted butter, and the defensive layer of sand grains was peeling off like ice cream.

The fire of the Charizard was incredibly accurate, each tongue of flame avoided Lukia but blocked all of Pearl's escape routes.

"Is this the power you seek?" Sonia coughed, her tears evaporated by the heat and turned into salt grains hanging in the corners of her eyes. "Can't you even hear the cries of Pokémon?"

Her gaze passed through the flames and collided with Dandi's. In the golden-red vortex, she caught a fleeting trace of pain, just like the fragility that flashed in his eyes when he was injured by Gyarados while protecting her.

When Charizard's final blow landed, Mingzhu's body had been burned into a translucent state, the Desert Dragonfly's compound eyes had lost their former brilliance, its wings drooped limply, and sand fell from its broken body like rain.

Lukia knelt in the ruins, her trembling fingers stroking the cooled shell of the Pearl, and suddenly realized that although the flames of the fire-breathing dragon were terrifying, they did not really shatter its core - that was the last mercy retained by the Dan Emperor under extreme control.

Sonya watched the fire-breathing dragon carrying Dandi flying into the bloody sky, the strong wind from the dragon's wings blowing away the strands of hair on her temples. She saw Dandi's back looking particularly lonely in the firelight, the edge of the champion's cloak had been scorched by the flames, just like the faith he held on to was gradually twisted in the high temperature.

The blue flame of Charizard gradually shrank into a spark in the sky, but it left a scar in her heart that could never be healed - the young man who taught her to trust and protect was now burning his original intention with flames, and she could only stand in the ruins and watch her previous oath dissipate in the Dynamite particles in the wind.

(End of this chapter)