This elf world is a bit strange

Even Firio, who had watched Kalno and Doracena's full-strength attacks up close, felt a sense of awe when facing Genji's courage and strength.

It's different from the grandeur and vastness of the God Pokémon, but it's something more resonant, a power shaped by humans and Pokémon together.

In terms of commanding skills alone, Firio, who has super powers, believes that he is not inferior to this senior who has been on the battlefield for many years. However, compared with the powerful aura, he is obviously lacking.

"Boman!"

A Tyrannosaurus with a bruised face but bright eyes came up to him. Although the wounds on its body were almost connected together, its condition was still surprisingly good. Its aura was still as sharp as a blade drawn from its sheath, and its roar was still full of energy.

For a whole afternoon, in the high-intensity sparring that was called a battle but was actually a one-sided beating, the pain brought by the continuous attacks ignited the seemingly endless blood of the Dragonite again and again.

Every flap of its wings, every swing of its claws, and every attack that lands on its body contains the experience and insights accumulated by the champion Dragonite over decades of fighting, which have become its limbs and muscle memory and are engraved deep into its soul in pain.

The image of the violent dragon fighting in blood and never giving up was also engraved in the heart of Xinlinbao who was staring at it intently.

The pride and persistence sleeping deep in the blood are awakened.

"It's probably hard to find another sparring partner this good, right? The price is a bit heavy though, I'm afraid I'll have to lie down for a few days when I get home." Firio found a patch of intact flesh on the wounded body with great difficulty, and gently stroked it, feeling a burning sensation, "One day, we will be as strong as them. No, to be exact, we will be stronger than them."

"Boman!"

Shaking its blood-stained head vigorously, Dragonite responded to its trainer with scorching eyes and full of confidence, then flapped its wings and was about to take off again.

However, this time, the wounds all over its body made it impossible for it to complete such an action.

A tide of fatigue surged up along with the pain, and the clear vision became blurred.

"boom--"

Like a mountain collapsing, the body, unable to bear the weight any longer, collapsed and fell on the beach, which had become almost unrecognizable due to the energy bombardment.

"Madge?"

"Enpe!"

Seeing this, Dream Demon and Emperor Nabo, who were also exhausted from the sparring with the Pokémon Genji but were still watching from afar, rushed forward quickly and reached Firion in just three or two steps, but were stopped by him with a wave of his hand.

"The Tyrannosaurus is fine. It's just superficial wounds. The bleeding has stopped long ago." Looking gently at the Tyrannosaurus's face, which was originally a little ferocious but became somewhat cute after falling asleep, Firion gently comforted the Dream Demon and Emperor Nabo, and reminded himself, "It's just too tired. It should have a good rest. It will probably sleep for a long time. The same goes for you. Let's go, we're going to go home."

In those bright eyes that were not concealed by the dust and dirt, lines of invisible data and words passed by quickly like the fast-flowing river.

Mega Dragon

Sex: male

Features: Flying skin

Attributes: dragon, flying

Energy accumulation: 55

Skills Mastery

Perfect: Dragon Breath, Headbutt, Dragon Wave

Excellent: Dragon Claw, Dragon Tail, Dragon Dive, Bite

Skilled: Sparks, Flame Fangs, Crushing, Scary Face, Glare, Flame Throwing, Mind Hammer, Hold, Fly, Wings

Initial: Gathering Energy, Substitute, Dragon Dance, Feather Rest, Meteor Swarm

Learning: Spiritual Teeth

Understanding: Reverse Scale, Self-Sacrificing Charge (New)

Physical development

Height: 3m

Weight: XNUM X kg

Overall physical condition: Excellent (Life energy is gathering and growing)

That was the real-time data of Mega Dragonite when it had mobilized its strength to the extreme in a fierce battle. It condensed Dragonite's months of hard training and desperate pursuit of perfection.

At the same time, this is also a new requirement for Firion as a trainer.

Sitting cross-legged on the back of the wave-cutting emperor Nabo, Firion closed his eyes and meditated, silently planning his plans for the future.

After months of accumulation and gradual accumulation of funds, it is time to slim down the account.

only……

The beautiful face seemed so real and lingering even in the darkness, making his smile a little more heavy and bitter.

It is easy to say that if you borrow, you should return it and it is not difficult to borrow again, but it seems to be getting more and more difficult to do in practice.

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On the afternoon of February 2, outside the gate of the Miale Arena in Miale City.

Gently scratching his hair that had been trimmed before departure, Firio got out of the taxi alone and observed the bustling square, but felt a little lonely.

At this time yesterday, perhaps they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, but Nancy and Korni, who had been in a hidden confrontation, simultaneously rejected Firion's door.

Both Korni, who was also going to be a contestant, and Nancy, who had already decided to come and watch the game, said that they wanted Firion to compete alone without anyone accompanying him.

At its waist, the Poké Ball of Dragonite trembled slightly. It was expressing its dissatisfaction because Firion had rejected its offer to fly directly from Sala to Miare on the grounds of "resting for a few more days for safety reasons".

The special patient treatment that lasted for a whole week made it feel awkward and uncomfortable even though it had fully recovered and had no place to use its strength.

Especially since even the mega stone was confiscated, it felt itchy inside, as if there were ants crawling on it.

However, no matter how it acted coquettishly or complained, Firio remained unmoved.

With the little dream demon who had fallen asleep since getting in the car and was still dozing off in a half-asleep state, he walked past the crowded registration crowd and headed towards the seeded players' review channel.

This is a small privilege for him who has completed the gym tour and a few powerful players who have the right to be recommended by the gym to participate.

The qualifiers before the top 64 are the stage for other contestants and have nothing to do with them.

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Behind the counter in the registration hall, a slender female staff member neatly collected and compiled the materials submitted by Firio. After verifying the authenticity of the eight official gym badges, she gently pushed back the badge box, took a card from a small instrument, and handed it forward.

"Player Firio, here are your badge box and your ID card. Please keep them safe. During this Miare Conference, you can stay at the Players Hotel in Rose Square. We will arrange a special car to pick you up at 8 a.m. every day of the competition. Of course, you can also choose to solve the housing problem on your own and go to the competition venue alone. The conference does not have any hard and fast rules."

She explained the basic rules of the competition to the contestants in a soft voice, and her white little hand seemed to casually reach out to Filio's hand that was about to take the identity certificate, but he dodged it easily.

"…Registration ends at 18:3 tonight. The preliminaries will begin tomorrow morning and last until March 4th. The opening ceremony of the tournament will be held at 3:5 am on March 9th, and the top 64 finals will begin. Please remember the time correctly. The detailed information is in this player manual."

Biting his lower lip lightly, the staff member whose plan had failed looked a little depressed. He weakly took the manual from the shelf beside him and placed it in front of Firio.

"Thank you. I will study the conference rules and schedule carefully later. I wish you good luck in your work."

Nodding slightly politely and ignoring the slightly resentful look of the person in front of him, Firion picked up his belongings without any entanglement, left from the other side of the passage, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"…Really? I didn't even get a chance to ask for an autograph! You're not cute at all!"

The staff member, who had stomped his feet in anger and had taken great effort to snatch the opportunity to sit in the office today from his colleagues, puffed up his cheeks and pounded the table with his fists, making a dull "bang" sound.

However, she was still sulking and didn't notice that just as Filio left, a beautiful girl in a hood was walking out from the corner of the corridor.

The hood was taken off, her brilliant golden hair fell down, and the girl's eyes became slightly sharper.

"Doria, register me."

“Hey! Master Kokokokoerni, what are you doing…!”

The sudden fright made the staff member named Dollya feel like a spring was stuffed under her butt. She jumped up high and was so scared that she couldn't speak clearly.

Looking at Korni, who was usually lively and lovely, her expression was normal, but she had an inexplicable sense of crisis.

There were dense goose bumps on the smooth forearms.

It's like... a kitten being targeted by a wild beast in the mountains.

……

……

"...Humph, you are such a troublesome guy."

Walking past the silent Dollya, she took a shortcut out of the registration hall as if she knew the way there. When she reached a deserted place, Korni put on her hood again, pouted her pink lips slightly, and complained.

But soon, the corners of her mouth rose slightly again.

"But...it's still okay!"

He looked disdainfully at the corner of the corridor not far away, and saw a graceful figure in a long windbreaker waiting impatiently.

With a smile like that of a winner, no one knew what the girl had won, and she walked over with a cheerful step.

The jagged auras pressed against each other, and the two expressionless men walked away side by side.

It's an incomprehensible development.

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"Ma~chi~!"

Under the warm sunshine, the sleepy little dream demon yawned loudly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and woke up.

His big eyes rolled around and scanned the surroundings curiously, then noticed the card in Firion's hand.

"Madge?"

There was a big look of confusion on the little face.

Completely forgetting the dream demon's reminder before going to bed to "wake me up when the registration time comes", Filio smiled and touched the soft little head, and said softly: "Are you awake? The registration has been completed. Should we find a hotel first, or take a look around here?"

"Ma! Chi!"

"Aaaaaaaah! It hurts!"

His response was naturally the tried and tested [Hair Pulling] technique.

......

......

When Sean and his friends who had been waiting in the square came forward, they saw a "little balloon" floating in the air and a head of messy black hair.

"Yesterday I remember you said you wanted to get a hairstyle before leaving. Is this one? It's really nice...very unique."

"I think so too. It's very Firio's style, wild and uninhibited. Travelers are really different from us students."

Sean winked at each other, and he and Shashajin walked forward one on the left and the other on the right, and began their habitual practice of hugging each other's shoulders, patting each other and hitting each other.

"...Do you two want to be my sparring partners for the next few days?" The two of them spoke in unison, which made Firio frown and his tone became a little more gloomy.

"Ah! That's terrible. Slip, slip. Sean, I leave it to you!"

He let go of his hands exaggeratedly, and the little fat boy, who had become more and more flexible in the past few months, turned like the wind and hid behind the tall and strong Walter in the blink of an eye, but his fat arms and thighs were still exposed from both sides.

"It's not like I can't be your sparring partner. Do you want to fight all of us alone, or do you want us to fight you alone?"

Looking at his classmates who came with him, and Antoine who had improved his strength and defeated him yesterday, Sean was full of confidence and not panicked at all.

But just as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized that his classmates all took a few steps back at the same time, leaving him alone in Firio's clutches.

"I think both are fine. What do you think, little dream demon?"

Firio slowly fixed his hair and took off the two strands of hair that had fallen on his collar, smiling gently.

"Marge."

The little dream demon, who understood the principle of pointing the guns outwards, nodded in agreement and released the suppression and restraint of his breath.

In an instant, the majestic momentum of the King Pokémon overwhelmed Sean, who was like a little quail, and was mixed with a bit of aura that was becoming more and more impressive even though he was still a beginner.

"Challenging a new superstar is such an exciting thing, it's better for you to do it alone, Sean." Doris, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, crossed her arms and ruthlessly pronounced Sean's fate, adding the final blow, "As for us... I will cheer you on and collect your body. If there is an afterlife, I hope you will pay more attention to intelligence work, such as inviting Antoine and Ina to dinner."

"Eh...?" Sean, realizing what he was about to face, froze in his place, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his forehead, "Eh?!——"

The exclamations of disbelief and doubt about life spread far away, attracting many sidelong glances.

......

......

After a fight, Sean, whose head had also turned into a bird's nest, squatted quietly aside and drew circles, but did not win any sympathy or pity.

Old rivals who had come to express their support on the occasion of the new semester surrounded Filio and completely ignored Sean, who was a great actor.

"I heard that your Saro's Korni Pavilion Master will also participate in this conference. Do you have confidence?"

Walter, who always seemed a little serious and stern compared to his classmates, stood beside Antoine and asked while holding a booklet that didn't look very exquisite.