Ditto doesn't move

The Emperor's human form is a secret known only to the Heavenly King.

This is clearly a sign of trust and honor.

"(You all did a great job.)"

The pale purple Ditto gazed at its subordinates in the moonlight:

"Change (Even the meerkats you could easily encounter on the street have learned what technology is, and even... started to study it.)"

The most loyal dog trembled slightly with excitement at the praise.

"Change (but that's not enough. Give it more effort!)"

"Change (A large wave of trainers is on their way here.)"

"Change (Soon, Alola will become a battleground!)"

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Volume Two: Grand Alliance Chapter 108 Duel in the City (Referring to the Giant Soldier Zhang)

Woo! ! !

In the port area of ​​Hoola, a huge cruise ship slowly sails away.

The Alora region, long known as a tourist hotspot, saw a surge of visitors disembarking from boats onto land today.

"Tourists, please use the VIP entrance! Trainers participating in the Alola League, please use the regular entrance!"

"Please cooperate with the staff! Please cooperate with the staff!"

"Thank you!"

The loudspeakers in the port hall kept repeating the announcement, and the new trainers who had just squeezed out of the long line of people wiped the sweat from their foreheads with lingering fear.

"I should have taken a plane, Morpeko. It's been so long since I've been here, why are there so many tourists in Alola?"

Sitting in front of the suitcase handle, Morubek also looked like someone who had survived a near-disaster after being overcrowded.

"Rotom Pokédex, please call me a car."

"Didi, request received from Loto. Calling the nearest taxi for you, Loto."

"Beep beep! Warning to Loto: There are currently 587 people in the queue. The estimated arrival time for a taxi is 1 hour and 37 minutes..."

The runaway girl, who had secretly returned to Alola without telling her brother, stared in shock.

Fortunately, the density of the crowds that kept pouring out decreased significantly after they spread throughout the port area. Many people were calling out to their friends and family, while others had obviously gathered information in advance.

Nearby, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow knitted hat, hiking gear, and carrying a backpack as tall as a person kindly reminded him:

"Young lady, unless you have the patience to wait three hours, don't count on taxis or port buses. The traffic in the port area has been overloaded these past few days, and it will only ease up once you get into the city."

"In addition, due to the severe congestion, large Pokémon need to be stored away during the journey from the port area to the city."

"Thank you, sir. Are you a tourist here too?"

Mary, who tried to respond with a smile but couldn't manage one, dejectedly put away the Rotom Pokédex and asked.

"Oh, I guess so. I just arrived a week early; I'm here today to pick up my friend."

The mountain climber easily performed a bodybuilding pose, showing off his rock-solid biceps.

Perhaps because his action stood out so much in the vast crowd, his friend, whom he was waiting for, soon came looking for him.

Unsurprisingly, there were four other male hikers.

The five muscular men were overjoyed to see each other and began to perform a series of bodybuilding exercises in the square in front of the port hall, letting loose as if they were having a great time.

"Mountaineering Men's Squad, reporting for duty! (Ginyu Force pose)"

Mary, who had never experienced anything like this before, was overwhelmed by the muscles and didn't know what to do.

But how could a muscleman have any bad intentions?

After the group had gathered, the older man warmly invited Mary to join him, suggesting that they walk into the city together first.

Seeing that public transportation was no longer an option, and with the mountain climbing uncle offering to help her with her luggage, Mary couldn't bring herself to refuse. She could only maintain a cold expression and slowly walk along the road with everyone else.

But unlike the little girl who didn't know how to interact with strangers, the muscular men, laughing and joking, chatted about their recent lives like a floodgate had been opened.

Although not good at expressing her own emotions, Mary, a good listener, quickly noticed:

"Uncle, aren't you from the same hometown?"

"Oh ho ho ho, of course. Everyone has returned to their hometowns since we said goodbye six years ago."

"Billy, you went to be a chef, didn't you? I married my childhood sweetheart and then inherited the family hardware store."

"Old John became a diver, Hatch started a renovation team, and everyone's doing quite well."

As soon as the conversation started, the hikers began discussing enthusiastically, and Mary waited quite a while before she finally got a chance to speak again:

"So, you guys are all trainers? You don't seem like it. I'm preparing to participate in the Red and White Ball level competition. What about you guys?"

The mountain climbers suddenly stopped talking, making Mary think she had said something terrible.

However, she was greeted with the same enthusiastic laughter:

"Haha! So you're a new trainer!"

"Then you're in luck!"

"Don't let our age fool you, we used to be really good trainers!"

"Billy was in the top 16 in the city, and Hatch was in the top 8 or top 4? Well, that was almost ten years ago, let's not talk about it."

Although the mountain climbers said this, their proud expressions clearly showed that they were still proud of their achievements in their youth.

This pride is far from that of those regional champions and runners-up, but it is something they will always cherish to this day.

Mary hesitated for a moment, and the mountain climber, as if sensing what she wanted to say, spoke first:

"You mean our records are from a long time ago, right? Well, we all tried several regions and then realized we didn't have the talent, so we gave up on becoming trainers."

The lead hiker gave a thumbs-up:

"I gave up being a trainer for several years, and now that I've picked up a Poké Ball again, I've probably forgotten what moves my partner can use?"

"That's what everyone else said before we arrived."

The other male hikers all nodded in unison.

Obviously, just like blind dates and pressure to get married, this kind of thing usually happens on the streets around people who look too old to be trainers.

"Actually, we ourselves are a little bit apprehensive about the first release."

The leading climber smiled, but his imposing manner had somehow vanished...

Rapid increase! Explosive increase! Explosive increase!

"Because I arrived a week earlier than you, I've already had quite a few dealings with you."

"The moment I stepped onto the battlefield, my heart, my body, and my comrades were all trembling."

"It was then that I realized something..."

"He hasn't forgotten my body. He hasn't forgotten my companions either."

"Ah, you probably wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"That kind of passionate youth that can only be relived in dreams, shouting out the names of moves that will never be forgotten in a roar..."

"I only realized with a sense of emptiness when I woke up... Oh, it's morning, time to open the shop and welcome customers."

As if a sleeping dragon had been awakened, the burly men unanimously exuded a hellish aura.

And as if echoing this sudden, astonishing momentum...

An overwhelming sense of oppression erupted from almost everyone who chose to travel along the road to the city center.

A hot bikini-clad woman, a gentle woman holding a parasol, and a woman dressed like a young girl in sportswear and a miniskirt.

A gentleman in a suit and tie, a fisherman carrying a fishing rod, a bird keeper carrying a birdcage...

And...the mountain climber.

Image: "Eight Masters!", Location: "Images/1736941731-100422757-112560777.jpg"

"If you are a true rookie trainer, please be careful not to challenge those people you just saw."

The middle-aged man hiking slightly toned down his imposing manner, adjusted his hat, and gave a final reminder, as if to add to the discussion:

"Oh, right, remember to bring your Vitality Shards when you go out."

P.S.: Don't rush me, take your time.

Steadily and firmly, moving towards the end of the road.

Taking the long way around is my shortcut! (Outrageous statement)

Volume Two: Grand Alliance Chapter 109 Insult! Robust!

It's a bit strange.

After entering the city, Mary curiously looked around at everything before her:

Tourists strolled leisurely along the street, chatting and laughing; the owner of a general store, bathed in the perfect sunlight, leaned on his hand on the counter, nodding as if half-asleep; the old lady on the fruit street called out as always, her smiling face incredibly gentle.

It seems no different from when I visited Alora before.

To be honest, Mary was a little scared when she saw those passersby suddenly exude a demonic aura.

Now it seems that it was just an illusion.

Alola, isn't it peaceful as always?

Even as I pondered this, I couldn't help but subconsciously remember the old man's advice.

Perhaps it was because that aura was too intimidating, almost as intimidating as when my brother reprimanded the cheerleaders.

After patting her face and regaining her composure, Mary took out her phone and studied the competition rules.

According to the competition requirements here, it seems that you need to register and get certified at the Pokémon Center first. If you are a complete novice trainer, you also need to go to Professor Kukui to get your starter Pokémon.

However, Mari had already made up her mind that this journey would still begin with Morpeko, so...

The piercing sound of a horn suddenly blared, interrupting the song that seemed to be playing constantly throughout the streets and alleys.

Mary was very familiar with this song because, like the previous game promotional song, "My Goal is to Be a Pokémon Master" was also prepared by her brother and his band.

The person singing was not Musashi Rina, with whom she had previously collaborated, but an unknown trainer.

But is the goal to become a Pokémon Master?

The cute girl with a punk-like, aloof personality clenched her fist secretly, as if all her worries about running away from home had disappeared, and she was full of energy again.

The sound of the horn grew louder as it approached from afar.

Take a closer look.

Whoosh! It turned out to be Officer Jenny from the police car, holding a megaphone and announcing:

"Attention, passing tourists! Attention, passing tourists!"

"Route 1 has entered battle time! Route 1 has entered battle time! Please maintain good order while watching the battle and avoid congestion and stampedes!"

"Visitors who are not registered Trainers, please clearly refuse battle requests when eye contact is made. In case of any unforeseen circumstances, please seek assistance from other Trainers or the police station on site!"

Miss Officer Jenny repeated the last sentence, emphasizing how to ask for help, three times.

Before Marie could even ask for directions to the Pokémon Center, Officer Jenny's walkie-talkie crackled to life:

"An incident has occurred! An incident has occurred! The location is 300 meters from the corner of the coastal battle area. Please proceed to provide support immediately!"

"understand!"

Wait a moment.

Did I see it wrong?

When Ms. Jenny responded to the walkie-talkie, her smile... it felt a bit like those of the passersby before, didn't it?

The girl didn't understand the meaning behind that blood-soaked smile, but her curiosity was piqued at that moment.