My electronic Pokémon came true?

[Giratina has activated the Cyber ​​Trainer Development System! 】

[Giratina chooses to send Nanxian into the Era of Cleansing! 】

[Simulation begins...]

[Due to insufficient cultivation points, this simulation has ended, and the duration is half an hour! ]

[You have obtained 3 effort points and 20 development points! ]

"Um……"

Although Nan Xian still didn't understand what Giratina wanted to do.

However, after the simulation, the girl was happy to accept the actual effort points and development points she gained, and thought about the situation in the simulation.

"Taming..."

The moment before he opened his eyes, Nan Xian was somewhat concerned about what he had said to Lucario.

The word "taming" does not sound like treating Pokémon equally. Instead, it sounds like treating Pokémon as subordinates and pets, which makes Nan Xian feel uncomfortable.

As far as Nan Xian knows, the technology related to making Poké Balls had already appeared in the Xicui era. If that was the case, the trainer profession should have already begun to take shape.

"Is this a limitation of the times, or is it that the 'me' in the simulation has an abnormal personality..."

The white-haired girl frowned, and recalled the first simulation, in which the woman named Wusi called herself the direct descendant of the ancient Shenhe people.

What are the people of the gods? What mysteries are there in the era of cleansing?

Coupled with the fact that Giratina always immerses himself in the actions of the Jade Washi Era, Nan Xian always feels that the answer to this question may be very important.

——We must take it seriously.

Nan Xian carefully took out her mobile phone and wrote down the confusion she was currently facing. After a little thought, she cast her eyes on a name in the mobile phone address book.

Sinnoh Champion, Bamboo Orchid.

This champion from the Sinnoh region is also a scholar who is passionate about studying mythological history. If there are any secrets of the Qingcui era that he doesn't know, asking Zhulan would probably be the easiest thing to do.

Having said that, it would be too utilitarian and impolite to suddenly send questions after not having contacted each other for many days.

After being baptized by the venomous tongue of "himself" in the simulation, Nan Xian reflected on himself to some extent. After thinking for a while, he chose to start with another topic, edited a text message, and sent his greetings.

……

Sinnoh, God and Town.

Zhulan was staying at home and sorting out documents in her room when she suddenly heard her cell phone vibrate. She picked up the phone and was a little surprised when she saw the name displayed on it.

"Nanxian: Sister Zhulan, I have been researching the Feather Ball recently and it seems that I have created a Poké Ball of the same type that is more powerful than the Feather Ball. I named it the Wing Ball."

"Nan Xian: I remember that Sister Zhulan is a scholar who studies history. I would like to ask you if this flying wing ball was recorded in the Xicui era?"

Looking at the text message on the phone, Zhulan first focused on the description of the flying wing ball. She curled the corners of her mouth at first, and then when she saw Nan Xian's subsequent request, she couldn't help but teasing herself.

"Good for you, Nan Xian. At this moment, you finally remembered that your sister Zhulan is a historian?"

Compared to the first time they met, after saying goodbye to each other in Yuanzhu City, they exchanged contact information and experienced the event of the gods coming together.

Nan Xian and Zhu Lan have become much closer.

But since then, Zhulan has not seen Nanxian again. When she returned from the ruins of the Divine Capital, Zhulan, who had collected a lot of information, was busy writing papers and working on the championship. When she saw Nanxian sharing photos of the flying badminton on the social platform, she realized that the young girl craftsman had restored the Poké Ball from the Xicui era.

——I also want to see that kind of good thing!

Zhulan was angry about missing the opportunity to study badminton, and she also felt a little resentful in her heart that Nanxian had actually forgotten his identity.

Fortunately, Zhulan received the text message from Nan Xian this time. After thinking about it, it seemed that the outside world had not heard any rumors about the Flying Wing Ball.

From this, it can be considered that Nan Xian should have been the first to tell himself the news.

"…still has some conscience."

Zhulan was in a good mood.

From this, it seems that perhaps it was not that Nan Xian did not want to tell him first, but that Professor Oki, who had little academic integrity, was the first to discover badminton, so he took the lead in calling on other history experts to conduct research on badminton.

Once Professor Oak is gone, won’t Nan Xian think of her sister Takeran?

Although Takeran is already the Sinnoh champion, as a mythologist and historian, she does not want to miss any research opportunities. It is impossible for her not to feel any emotion when Professor Oak took the lead and took away her research results.

——Even if you are a senior in the academic world, you cannot take a step back on this matter!

Thinking of this, Zhulan quickly turned her attention to her mobile phone.

She had indeed heard of the flying wing ball, or rather the second stage manufacturing process of the flying feather ball.

When Nan Xian mentioned the flying wing ball, Zhu Lan no longer hesitated and immediately started editing the text message.

……

"Zhulan: I know that in the ancient books collected in the Shenhe Town Museum, there are records of the types of Poké Balls made by Poké Ball craftsmen in the ancient Xicui era. The craftsmen at that time explored three types of Poké Balls with extremely fast speeds, and three types of Poké Balls with heavy mass and strong capture power..."

Nan Xian saw the text message on his phone that was sent back not long after.

Although she just started the conversation with the topic of wing ball, Zhulan's enthusiasm could be clearly heard even through the phone screen.

——Sure enough, if you want to pique the interest of historians, nothing is more useful than relevant topics.

The girl was pleased with her own cleverness and started chatting with Zhulan about the topic of the flying wing ball. Seeing that typing was too slow, Zhulan simply took the initiative to call her.

"Nan Xian, is the flying wing ball still in your hand?"

It had been a long time since I heard Zhulan's voice, and her first words were about her concern for Wing Ball.

"Of course, but..."

Nan Xian's reply reached Zhulan's ears, and she was also happy, but she also heard the girl keeping her in suspense.

"But what?"

"But I've been quite busy lately, and Professor Oak keeps asking about it. In a while, Professor Oak might come to get the Wing Ball."

"what?!"

Zhulan raised her brows angrily, but quickly realized that Nan Xian was only talking about the future. At least for now, the Flying Wing Ball was still in her hands.

"Wait, Nan Xian, don't rush to give the Wing Ball to Professor Oak."

Zhulan took a deep breath, steadied her tone, and appealed to his emotions and reason.

"Your sister Zhulan is also very interested in the Winged Sphere. Besides, I am an expert in the study of mythology and history in the Sinnoh region. Please send the Winged Sphere to me first and I will do my research. When I have the results, they will definitely be more accurate than those of Professor Oak."

This sentence sounds reasonable.

Nan Xian was about to use the Wing Ball to get closer to Zhulan, but when he heard the irrepressible eagerness in Zhulan's tone and was thinking about agreeing, he suddenly remembered something very important.

"No problem, no problem... But, Sister Zhulan, don't you need to participate in the Galar Championship Invitational?"

"Galar Championship Invitational? I don't have much time recently, so I put the invitation aside after receiving it. Why are you asking this?"

"Because I just learned the news, and I was thinking about going to Galar for a few days of sightseeing."

The girl's tone was somewhat regretful.

"If Sister Zhulan is not planning to go to Galar, then I will mail the Winged Ball to you instead of giving it to you in person."

"Who said I won't go?"

Zhulan changed her mind very quickly.

"I'm just putting the invitation aside for now... I've thought about it carefully. The Galar Championship Invitational will only last a few days, so I can still spare some time."

"You, Sister Zhulan, will definitely not miss this opportunity to compete against other champions in the world!"

Rather than receiving a courier, Zhulan would rather receive Nanxian's flying wing ball in person.

not to mention.

Zhulan hasn't seen Nanxian for a long time since they said goodbye last time.

This white-haired girl who could attract two legendary giant birds to descend for her, what changes has she undergone after several months, and how much progress has the evil spirit made?

Just imagining it made Zhulan very interested and indeed aroused her interest in going to Galar.

"Then it's a deal. We'll meet at the Galar Champions Invitational and go shopping together!"

Hearing Zhulan taking the initiative and making further invitations, Nan Xian nodded.

"also."

Not only Zhulan is interested in Nanxian, Nanxian is also a little curious about the Sinnoh champion whom he hasn't seen for several months.

Although Nan Xian has met many champion-level figures so far, Zhulan’s status is still special.

After all, there was no transaction between Zhulan and Nanxian. They only had the purest friendship of exchanging contact information. Plus, they both knew the secrets behind the Yuanzhu Festival incident. So in terms of relationship, they were indeed closer than others.

When we meet, I can ask you all the questions that have been accumulating in my mind.

Nan Xian thought for a while, and when he hung up the phone, he saw that the sky outside was clear. Recalling his master's instructions a few days ago, he got up, changed his clothes, packed up the tangerine balls, and walked towards the workshop.

……

As soon as she stepped into the workshop, the white-haired girl felt that the atmosphere inside the workshop was more lively than when A'du came to visit a few days ago.

Just after the New Year, there was an endless stream of people coming to visit the famous Poké Ball craftsman, and quite a few of them were old friends of the Steel Master.

"Nan Xian."

When Tietie greeted the girl, Nan Xian saw the old people sitting in rows in the living room. He was still thinking about whether he should step back, but the master called him over.

"Come, meet them. These are the veterans of the Artisan Guild. They heard about your abilities and wanted to see them for themselves."

"Steel, look at what you said."

One of the old men started to make a noise.

"We are here for the sponsorship of the Champions Invitational Tournament. Since we want to sponsor, we must put our association's name on it, otherwise how can we convince outsiders!"

After a while of talking, Nan Xian finally understood why these old men and women, who were about the same age as his master, came.

Steel's words weren't entirely correct.

Although because Gangsteel has been showing off outside for many years, many senior members of the Craftsmen's Association do know that he has an apprentice who he picked up. At a young age, he can make tangerine balls by himself, and the finished product is neat and tidy, not inferior to ordinary master craftsmen.

But Nan Xian really became famous in the Craftsmen's Guild when she recreated the flying badminton.

Since then, not only historians from the Sinnoh region frequently went to the Pallet Town Research Institute in the Kanto region to admire the flying feather ball, but Steel also proudly publicized that Nanxian had improved the craftsmanship of the fruit ball and made a new type of fruit ball that only she could make!

The new Fruit Ball not only improves the relationship between trainers and Pokémon, but also incorporates the skills of the Steel School, making it exceptionally strong and durable.

Steel is the master among masters. Although what he said sounds bizarre, most craftsmen are still willing to believe it.

Having said that, the disciple that Gangtie has been bragging about is basically nowhere to be seen by other people, and when asked, it turns out that she is on the path of cultivation.

Until the Chinese New Year, when Nanxian returned to Huipi Town, Gangtie was fed up with it, so he simply called all the masters he knew and asked Nanxian to demonstrate on the spot what Nanxian's new style of tangerine fruit balls were!

"..."

Fine.

Nan Xian knew very well that his master might not be easy to talk to about other things, but he was definitely not easy to talk to about the tangerine balls.

The old craftsman can't stand others questioning the quality of his tangerine balls, and he has the same attitude towards Nanxian's tangerine balls!

Just do it.

When making mandarin orange balls, Nan Xian is not afraid of others stealing his skills, nor is he worried that others will not be able to see the details.

Everyone here is a master. Even if your skills may be slightly inferior to those of steel, by watching yourself making a tangerine ball, how well you make it and whether it is good or not, how can you not tell?

When the girl was in full view of everyone, she took out the cone, picked up the tools, and processed the materials quickly and efficiently. She picked up the jade silk and attached it to the inside of the ball wall in a few strokes, and then filled the inner wall of the cone with the stored powder.

The tea in the elderly people's hands was not even cold when a speed ball was placed in front of them.

...Is this the end?

Although Gangtie said that Nanxian had improved the production process, the old men were still surprised by the girl's fast production speed and couldn't help but doubt whether this speed ball could be effective.

This doubt soon disappeared as the speed ball passed through his hands.

"Why... do I feel such a warm feeling?"