This elf world is a bit strange

"Buyi? Buyi..."

Tilting its little head, the Sun Eevee looked curiously at the big guy in front of it. After a while, it took two steps back in disgust, hid behind Firion, and caused 10,000 points of true damage to Xiao Tiezhu.

"Look, little Eevee doesn't like it, so you'd better take care of yourself." Firio shrugged with a wicked smile, picked up the Sun Eevee, and gave it a head-to-head affectionate touch. He added another blow to the Sun Eevee's soft and coquettish voice, "It's a great holiday, why don't you accompany Ina to go out and have a good time, but come to find me? It's not that I haven't beaten you for too long, and you miss it a little bit?"

"You're the one who misses getting spanked! Ah, bah, bah, bah... Who's getting spanked?!" Antoine glared, his sore spot poked, and didn't care about the embarrassment. He quickly stood up and shouted, "Let me tell you, I haven't been idle in the past six months. That's..."

When talking about his "glorious deeds" in the past six months, Antoine's face immediately lit up and he talked incessantly about the competition between him and Sean and others at school.

Korni stood quietly half a step behind Firio, smiling gently, without interrupting, just watching the two old friends who could not be considered old friends who had not seen each other for many days, talking to each other.

Having coached several training sessions, she was very clear about the level of this sturdy young man in front of her. Although the gap between him and Firio was getting bigger and bigger, he was still a rare talent among his peers.

Thanks to the support of the Binek Town Gym and the dedicated training of Miare University, he has made remarkable progress in just one semester, showing great potential.

In the ranking of the final battle of the Battle Department of Miare University that ended not long ago, he ranked fifth with a basically complete lineup, thanks to Brikaron, who was only one step away from being the quasi-king, and Jianzimian and Bailuqiugu, who each had their own strengths. He was only slightly inferior to the three Shashajins and Sean who were ahead of him.

Even in the Sala Gym, there are only a few apprentices who can surpass him.

Without the hustle and bustle of college life, Filho felt more relaxed and listened with great interest, feeling happy about the growth of his long-time classmate.

But he naturally would not show such emotions directly in front of this guy who would shine with a little sunshine. Instead, he would be more restrained and give him a little pressure.

After all, with his strength and concentration, the current results are far from the limit.

Thinking of this, he raised his chin slightly, looked up slightly, and stared at Antoine who was a little taller than him, and said leisurely: "It seems that you really want me to beat you up again? Pick one, little Dream Monster? Little Ibrahimovic? Or... let Kotaku and Emperor Naboo?"

The Poké Ball was thrown casually, and as the white light bloomed, the partners stood in a row with great momentum.

"Boom"

"Pori? Poori!"

Without waiting for Antoine to speak, the Poké Ball on his waist popped open spontaneously. Brickalon pointed at himself, then pointed at the Pokémon in front of him, none of which looked good except the little dinosaur, and shook his head like a rattle.

Although it likes to fight, it doesn't like to be beaten.

It’s a pity that it has no say in this matter.

"Machi! Machi~!"

Seeing that Antoine still didn't understand what was happening, the little dream demon flew forward with a wicked smile, swaying beside him, using the old-fashioned but effective method of provoking him.

"...Then let's fight. I want to beat them!"

After 0.01 seconds of hesitation and indecision, in line with the spirit of "I've lost so many times, it's not shameful to lose again", Antoine made up his mind and pointed his finger at the most inconspicuous Wind Fairy... and the Tyrannosaurus that was playing with pebbles on the ground next to it.

“Pu…Pu Li?!”

Looking at the Wind Fairy rubbing his hands in preparation for the fight and the Dragonite whose vertical pupils showed a faint edge after knowing that he was the one to fight, Brikalon heard a click in his chest and began to feel a dull pain all over his body.

It had been burned by the flames of the Bone-Patterned Giant Crocodile and the Nine-Tailed Fox not long ago, and it seemed to have returned to the battlefield that day that was engulfed in raging flames.

"That's a happy decision~ What a brave decision!" Korni smiled and stepped back a few steps, came to the edge of the platform, and said loudly, "Everyone stop training and go to the stage. We'll add an exhibition match today! Activate the advanced battle venue!"

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"Rumble..."

Amid the sound of machinery turning, the plain training ground sank into the ground, and was replaced by a special battlefield that looked extremely solid.

When Antoine came to his senses, even his girlfriend Ina had retreated to the stands, leaving him alone to face the powerful Flying Dragon, like a small boat in a storm, and could only go with the flow.

"Gudu..."

"Although I feel like I'm getting further and further away from you, I still want to try and have a good fight with you."

He swallowed hard, put his hands on his waist, looked at Brickalon's solid back, felt the slight vibration of the Poké Ball and the different emotions of his companions, gathered his mind, and made up his mind.

"That's right, this is how you are. When you go back next semester, you will trample Sean and the others under your feet!"

Nodding with satisfaction, Firion raised the corner of his mouth, his mind flew to the battlefield a few months ago, his hair fluttering, and he was in high spirits.

"Of course! Bricaron, let's go! Bodybuilding and provocation!"

"Poli!"

With his mind focused and undivided, Antoine waved his hand and Bricaron rushed upstream towards the Dragonite that was ready for battle.

A battle that seemed to have a huge disparity in strength began.

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Hundreds of kilometers away from Sala, on the boundless high seas, several modern high-tech steel ships are docked outside a deserted island with a unique natural harbor.

In the command room of a giant ship that is obviously larger than the surrounding ships and flies the flag of Team Flare, a man wearing a sophisticated tight suit and a pair of pointed leather shoes that once brought countless painful memories to the Tornado Pirates, former senior officer of Team Flare, codenamed "Sea Devil", is working at his desk and listening to reports from his subordinates.

Team Flare has been destroyed, and the Alliance's coastal defense "noose" is getting closer and closer, but he remains calm and composed, and his every move is filled with the demeanor of a Galar gentleman.

Perhaps influenced by him, the head of the Flare Team's special operations team, who was dressed in military uniform, was also calm and unhurried. After a slight bow, he slowly stepped forward and handed the document in his hand to his only remaining superior, reporting the situation in a gentle voice:

"Lord Qiu Ke, it will take about six hours to replenish the fresh water. If the food and medicine are consumed at the current rate, they can last for about two months. However, the number of wounded is increasing faster than expected, and there is a lack of effective treatment methods at sea. The reserves may be exhausted faster."

"Don't be too anxious, Eustace. Just hold on for a while, and things will turn around." Jack raised his head slightly and gave his subordinate an encouraging look. He spoke softly and leaned over to continue writing and drawing on the nautical chart. Countless lines completely covered the vast sea area northwest of Carlos. "Claire sent me a top-secret document before she said goodbye. There are some interesting contents in it. You may think that our fighting here is meaningless, but as long as we hold on for a while, 'they' will come."

"'They' are...?" Eustace's tone was more hesitant and confused.

"I don't know either. The information about them is very fragmented. You could even say that we only have the information they proactively provide to us. But Claire said that they are some very powerful guys. A lot of our technology comes from there, and even... I see some shadows of Lord Vladari."

The sliding pen strokes slowly stopped, and Qiu Ke stood up and walked to the window, looking at the calm sea that concealed countless dangers, his chest heaving.

He didn't seem as calm as he looked, but he hid his inner anxiety very well.

"If we don't want to be like those sea scum we despise the most, this is our only choice... I always feel that those people will come. Claire said the same thing. Although I don't believe in her so-called hope, nor do I believe in that weird 'them', but we have no choice."

In front of his subordinates who were tied to him and would go all the way to the end, the usually tight-lipped Qiu Ke also rarely revealed some of his true feelings.

Isolated overseas, he had not given Claire absolute trust and support for many years, but seeing the Flare team's years of accumulation lost in one day, he still felt a sense of grief.

Claire, whose body was never found, Akbi, Momiji, and Bala, who were captured, tried, and executed, these names, who had conflicts or happy cooperation in the past, have all been lost in the long river of time.

This does not include the "Movie Queen" and "Warden" whose life and death are unknown and who have no right to be included in public reports.

For him, who has been traveling on the sea for many years, everything familiar is disappearing, just like his own destiny.

From Galar to Kalos, from Kalos to Unova, and finally back to Kalos, after going around in circles, most of his life has passed, but it all became a bubble, lost under the rolling wheel of history.

His arrogance and self-conceit may be the best annotation of this final journey.

Eustace came a little closer, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he stopped, apologized, and turned away.

After getting along for a long time, he was full of fear and vigilance towards this boss who seemed gentlemanly and gentle but was actually quite moody.

The subtle barrier in my heart still exists even at this moment.

In the room where only one person was left, Jake looked at the monotonous sea in silence.

A mixture of emotions finally turned into a sigh.

At the same time, a small black dot emerged from the end of the sight and slowly expanded.

"…Are they here? Could it be them?"

Like a drowning man seeing a life-saving straw, Qiu Ke murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

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Although it was just an exhibition match at the Sala Gym, Firion had no intention of letting the opponent win.

The extremely powerful Dragonite soared in the air, easily repelled Brikaron's opening attack, and then used its skillful dragon tail to pull Antoine's three new partners who had just joined the team to the field and defeated them with great ease.

Then, the Wind Fairy made a brilliant appearance, and with his fluent offensive and endless restrictive methods, he beat the Shuttlecock Cotton and the Bailu Ball Mushroom, who were also good at this, so badly that they were at a loss and were defeated in just three punches and two kicks.

Eventually, the battle came down to a one-on-one duel between Tyranitar and Brikalon.

"Boman!——"

Accompanied by a fiery roar, scorching dragon flames gushed out, scorching the earth and leaving cracks on the special ground.

At the last moment when he was burned by the raging flames, under the pressure of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, Bricklon broke free from the flames, shattered the psychological shadow left by Walter and Sean, and took a crucial step.

Countless glowing leaves condensed and spun around him, and a whirlwind of energy emerged from nothing and turned into a majestic tornado, extinguishing the flames and dyeing the huge venue green.

"That's it, Brikalon, Leaf Storm!"

A glimmer of confidence flashed in Antoine's eyes, and his fist as big as a bowl clenched tightly.

"Poli!"

Exhausted but feeling more refreshed than ever before, Brikalon roared, and a strong wind mixed with energy blades whizzed out and attacked the Dragonite in mid-air.

"Come on!" Bricaron, who had successfully passed the quasi-king pass, put some pressure on Firion for the first time in a long time. A gleam of brilliance flashed by, and his five slender fingers instantly closed together, forming a fist, and he shouted an order, "Violent Dragon, defeat it head-on, Dragon Dive!"

"Boman!"

The surging flames turned into a ferocious dragon shape and entwined around the body of the Dragonite. The overlord of the sky swooped down brazenly, ignoring the incoming whirlwind as nothing and met it head-on.

"boom--"

Waves of energy spread freely in the large venue, rolling up surging air waves that covered the sky and the earth.

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"You are such a ruthless guy, you don't even give me a break!"

After a while, holding the dizzy Bricalon, Antoine looked at Firio with a hint of resentment.

However, having said that, Brickalon's successful breakthrough still made him ecstatic, and he also had the confidence to compete with several old opponents after returning to school.

"Don't embarrass yourself here, go to the back."

Glancing at him with disdain, Firion patted the Tyrannosaurus on the head twice, and walked briskly towards the backyard, leaving only his back to Xiao Tiezhu.

But from an angle that Antoine couldn't see, a lingering smile had already spread in the corners of Filio's eyes.

He was very happy to be able to experience the spirit and growth of his old friend up close, and to know that he did not waste his time at the University of Miare.

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On the high seas hundreds of kilometers northwest of Sala City, a huge wooden three-masted sailing ship passed by a quiet island.

This classical ship seemed to be simply passing by. Under the vigilant and expectant gazes of the remaining members of Team Flash, it slowly expanded, then slowly shrank, and finally disappeared.

The old man, with his chest bare and wearing only a thin captain's coat, leaned against the bow. He turned his head to look at the young man with short dark green hair beside him and said in a deep voice, "Liang Guang, any clues?"

"Captain, according to Ms. Daphne's intelligence and the Carlos Alliance's coastal defense information, this should be the fleet. But judging from the sailors we sent out, the guys hiding in the dark have no intention of contacting these people. In addition, isn't our ship a little too conspicuous? Will they recognize it?"

Liang Guang, dressed as the first mate, scratched his head helplessly. He was always unable to understand the thoughts of his master and captain.

"We want them to recognize us." Genji, the Dragon King who is the leader of the Four Heavenly Kings of Hoenn, looked nonchalantly at the deserted island that was gradually disappearing, and reminded his favorite disciple, "Although the international police let us off a little, that guy codenamed [Sea Devil] is quite capable. It would be abnormal if everything went as usual. If we are not careful, he might catch some clues. It is better for us to show up directly and pretend to be passing by, revealing our route, so that he will be confused about what is true and what is false. It is common for these people to be too clever."

"So... you mean, fish them out?" Liang Guang hesitated for a moment, and his tone became a little more ambiguous. "Isn't it a bit risky?"

"What's there to risk? If it works, that's the best. If not, we can just close down the Internet cafe and throw the problem to the international police. They're also in the business of this. Why are you becoming more and more like that old guy Hatch?" He casually threw a dazzling rainbow gem. Compared to the always meticulous senior disciple, Genji's mentality was obviously much better. "I'm just an old man who's about to retire and I'm here to repay favors and deliver goods for our not-so-serious champion. Don't worry too much... However, peaceful days are as precious as gold. It hasn't been long since I suppressed one batch and another one came. It's really not peaceful."

"Let's go, continue to head east! Then make a circle! Fishing requires patience! Go catch those big fish that are hiding deep!"

Catching the gleaming gem, Genji stood up and waved his hand. He didn't look like the "old man who is about to retire" as he said at all. His eyes were full of the heroic spirit of a man of the sea.

The quaint and magnificent sailboat sailed away, leaving only ripples on the calm sea.

After a long time, a figure in a diving suit briefly popped up, then quickly disappeared, and went to an unknown place in the deep sea.

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At noon, at the small dining table in the backyard of the Sara Gym, Antoine and Bricalon, who had turned the bitterness of defeat into appetite, showed a terrifying appetite comparable to that of Dragonite and Emperor Nabo, devouring the food on the table like a whale, which made Korni horrified. She ran around hurriedly, bringing portions of food from the kitchen.

Firio and Ina were not surprised at all. They just put the two rice-drying machines aside and talked about their previous experiences in the nature reserve.

The little Snorlax that had impressed Ina in the spring was put on the agenda again.

Listening to Amy feeding it every day, the rich young woman who is good at cooking had some new ideas.

She has never had any interest in fighting, and until now she only has two Pokémon partners, Kirlia and Pidgeot. It's a rare opportunity to meet a Pokémon that she gets along with, so she wonders whether she should try to capture one.

"Although Snorlax is also a glutton, considering that you already have Antoine and Bricaron at home, you don't really care if there is one more, right?"

Firion casually fed a small snack to the wind fairy, the hero of today. He licked the food residue on his fingers, half lying on the sofa, speaking teasingly.

"You are the glutton!"

"Poli!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately attracted two indignant glances, but under Miss Ina's harsh suppression, the man and the Pokémon who had just been about to demand an explanation immediately lost their confidence, and sat back in their seats obediently, continuing to turn their grief and anger into appetite.