Pokemon’s Fifth Elite

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Luther and Miya left Eterna City in the farewell wave of Gardenia and Trainer Trainer.

Basil finally returned to Eterna Gym to continue to strengthen herself, picking up those things she once thought no longer needed to study seriously.

For Gardenia, this is probably a Present that Luther left for him. Before leaving, he helped the child who had gone the wrong way find a suitable route for her to move forward.

I don’t know if Eterna Gym will have this child’s name in the list after many years, or if this child will go out and create his own fame.

The travel time began to flow again. Luther and Miya did not choose to go to Hearthome City and Veilstone City. The former is the Gym with Ghost Type, and the latter is the Gym of Fighting Type.

Luther chose to continue walking north.

He and Miya only turned on the dangerous zone reminder of the mobile phone instead of looking at the specific map. He found that such behavior was far more interesting than planning each trip.

This is a casual trip. When you are tired, you will set up your tent, set up a campfire, and heat up the dry food and food you bring.

When I was happy, I chased the trail of Pokemon I saw with my eyes, tracking all the way.

When Luther and Miya blocked a Chikorita who was escaping while biting Berry in a tree hole, the two of them looked at Shiver coldly Chikorita laughed heartily.

Chikorita’s Berry is of course not guaranteed. A Marill who looks very domineering grabbed the Berry with keen interest pleasure and ate it.

Chikorita’s mood is very complicated. He has more food stored for the winter behind him. He is ready to be robbed. However, he did not expect that these two people did not go to see those Berry, but took the tent from the backpack. Camp.

A tent the size of a hill for Chikorita stood in front of the tree hole. A group of Pokemon gathered around the tent, and Chikorita, who was still biting Berry, stared blankly at everything in front of her.

The winter night came very fast, and Luther had just finished camping, the sky was already dark.

A bonfire was burning in front of the tree hole. Luther and Miya carried a lot of dried meat. Spray a little water and roast them with a little dry food, even if it was a luxurious picnic.

Kirlia and Eevee mostly eat Berry. There are still a lot of Berry hanging in the wild when the winter is about to come. In the mindset that I don’t pick it, it’s fat land. Luther saw Berry all the way. The pleasure of harvesting is simply too comfortable. The only thing that can be compared is probably only when the end of the world comes, I find a supermarket with sufficient items alone.

Chikorita squatted in the corner of the big tree hole. At first, she cautiously protected the Berry she had accumulated. However, when the bonfire was lit, the aroma of Luther and Miya was floating there, and she gradually felt relieved.

These two people really don’t seem to be interested in their own Berry, except for the nasty, round blue spherical Pokemon!

Chikorita gradually felt relieved and stuck one’s head around to look for at the edge of the tree hole. Kirlia discovered this move, and she poked Luther beside her.

Luther turned her head and saw the leaves on her head. The guy who thought he was hiding had long been exposed.

After searching, Luther found the Cheri Berry sauce he bought in Lumiose from Chansey’s shoulder bag, fetched water from a nearby creek, put it on the side fire and boiled it, and gave each Pokemon a cup of meal. After hot drink.

The sweet breath of Cheri Berry made the Leafage on Chikorita’s head swing back and forth. Hidden on the edge of the tree hole, she heard a footstep approaching and closed her body again.

Something poked the Leafage on Chikorita’s head, which made her rush back into the tree hole.

“Marill robbed you of your food just now. I’m sorry, please have some of this.”

After speaking, Luther returned to the tent.

Chikorita sniffed the good smell and came to the entrance of the cave, carefully observing the Cheri Berry juice in the transparent cup.

When she wanted to drink, the problem appeared… she couldn’t reach her mouth!

This cylindrical, juice-filled cup perfectly made her a crow without water.

Chikorita tried to roll the Flint on his head into the cup to bring out the juice, but the moment he retracted the leaf, the juice was all spilled.

It was too uncomfortable to dip Vine Whip in the juice and lick it. I was not happy, and the aggrieved Chikorita wu wu called out and circled the cup.

Not only Kirlia will find her, but all the Pokemon who were eating dinner will look over, and a dozen eyes will be locked on her.

Chikorita, aware of her sight, ran back into the tree hole again.

Luther came to the tree hole and knocked on the tree hole: “If you don’t mind, I will feed you a drink.”

This is also helpless. Every Pokemon food bowl is in use, and there is no suitable container for Chikorita to use.

Chikorita hesitated, got out of the tree hole and opened her mouth.

Luther picked up the cup and poured the juice into Chikorita’s mouth a little bit, until the cup bottomed out and Chikorita let out a contented cry before he left with the cup.

He enjoys this kind of interaction with Wild Pokemon. Every time Luther and Miya have molested Pokemon in the wild, they will put some Berry near them.

Or set up a camp near their den to protect them from the evening wind.

Last time, a Furrret liked Cheri Berry very much and he just exchanged some dried fruit with Luther for his own storage.

There was also a Vigoroth who took 2 Lum Berry and exchanged 3 pieces of jerky for himself.

And the huge Ursaring was about to hibernate. Smelling the smell of Lum Berry in Luther’s bag, he even held some honey stored in the hollowed-out tree stump and exchanged it for Lum Berry.

Lum Berry is a very important fruit in the eyes of many Pokemon, and one or two must be stored. It seems that Ursaring in front of him did not find the Berry he wanted before winter came.

Luther bought 2 large cans of Lum Berry mixture in Lumiose, which was enough for him to use for a long time, so Luther happily put 2 Lum Berry on Ursaring’s palm.

The silly big man touched his head, turned and left, and after a while, he turned back and motioned to Luther to go with him.

Luther and Miya followed Ursaring to a piece of dead wood and saw him digging the ground vigorously. After a while, they turned out a lot of strange things dropped by Berry and the Trainer passing this road.

The vacant Poké Ball, shiny jewellery, a few pieces of chocolate and instant noodles that have not even passed the expiration date, the big man with the habit of collecting showed these things in front of Luther and motioned him to take them casually.

Luther looked at those unowned accessories and laughed with Miya, feeling quite like a treasure.

He took away the accessories, chocolate and instant noodles, and found a few Pokemon favorites from the pile of Berry. Luther took out his own canned mixture, found a transparent small bag, and poured it a little bit, Bind, Handed it to Ursaring.

Ursaring knew what was in the bag and waved his hand to indicate that he didn’t need that many. However, Luther not at all took it back. Ursaring, who was forced into his hand, had to help Luther to watch the night until Luther left the camp. He still followed a long way.

Luther feels like a businessman walking on the Silk Road. The goods in his hands are constantly being exchanged and then returned to his hands in other forms. There are no robbers, no sandstorms.

Some are the chill and silence before winter, and a group of Pokemon curiously watching themselves and Miya.

The object of their transaction cannot speak, everything relies on gestures, but the transaction between the two parties is fair.

Chikorita squatted on her Berry hill, hesitating to choose among Berry.

This sign is a bit broken and cannot be given to him.

I like to eat this one very much…reluctant.

This one is too small and unsuitable, it has to be replaced.

After searching for a long time, she used Vine Whip to stack Berry at the door, came to Luther, and rubbed him with the leaves on her head.

Luther saw the pile of Berry, Chikorita’s Vine Whip pointed to the juice Kirlia was holding, looking expectant.

Luther shook the head, Chikorita quickly ran to her Berry mountain and found some more. However, Luther prevented her from acting and put a little Cheri Berry sauce in a small bag, sealed it, and demonstrated how to open it in front of Chikorita. , How to brew, put it in front of her.

He didn’t plan to change with Chikorita. Judging from Chikorita’s tree hole collection, she will be hard to endure this winter. Captivated by the aroma and deliciousness, she did not see the potential danger.

Chikorita looked at the Cheri Berry sauce in front of her, and glanced awkwardly over Berry and the jam.

In her opinion, these two distinct things should not be considered equivalent. With this wonderful taste, her own Berry should be inferior to her, and she should make a profit by changing this way.

However, Luther gave it to her not knowing what to do. She reached out her little hand to push the jam back into the tree hole, but put it down again.

The bonfire in the camp gradually dimmed. Luther and Miya slept very early. It is very important to maintain energy during field trips.

The Pokemon work of the station shift has been assigned, taking turns to rest in the first half of the night and the second half of the night.

Before going to bed, Luther and Miya slapped their hands, which has become a daily routine.

After entering their respective tents, Luther will also tell Miya a story.

Most of them are the history of his own world and the stories and experiences he has come into contact with. Miya once wondered how Luther knew these weird stories.

But now Miya doesn’t bother to think about those questions, she just indulges in the stories that Luther told.

She feels that in a certain world, there is indeed a group of storytellers in a silent night, telling fascinating stories and singing beautiful songs around the campfire.

Those songs are enough to make the demons who watch them at night escape, and their stories are passed down from generation to generation like a fire.

I don’t know if the story of my travels with Luther will become a story sung by the Trainers around the campfire.

Luther and Miya, who finished telling the story, each fell asleep.

And Chikorita’s struggle continues.