Pokemon’s Fifth Elite

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Luther has a lot of questions. He wants to know how Mawile can recognize himself when he grows up, whether it depends on breath or something else?

I also want to know where they are hiding and how they got here over the years.

However, Mawile cried endlessly, crying full of grievances.

Darkrai had already let go of Wigglytuff and Amaura. Seeing Mawile’s appearance, the two of them also pounced on Luther, crying loudly.

Mira and Candice moved away from Luther by coincidence, leaving space for Luther.

When Mawile’s cries gradually became Minimize, Luther rubbed her cheek and asked him the most curious thing.

Mawile choked, twitched out his nose, and then extended the hand patted Luther’s face.

“The smell and… face?” Luther touched his face in surprise.

Mawile shook his head and pointed his eyes.

It is such a powerful insight to be able to keep his breath firmly in mind and to recognize himself as an adult through a pair of eyes.

Luther was a little unbelievable. He always thought that your eyes were like father or mother. They were used to open conversation when relatives stopped by.

However, seeing that Wigglytuff and Amaura are also nodded, I have to believe the answers of 3 Pokemon.

They firmly believed that they were absolutely impossible to admit their mistakes, and they really recognized Luther in this way.

The Darkrai Mental Force came with fuzzy fragments, and Luther seemed to see the fragments of Mawile and them wandering around these years.

After Luther disappeared, in order to find Luther, they went to the seaside of Sinnoh, made friends with the Pokemon raised near Mt. Coronet, and fought with the Golem family for a while in the mine for a rest.

It was not until Amaura gradually became weak that they took Amaura into the Poké Ball and hurried to the cold north.

Leave Wigglytuff to take care of Amaura in Snow Mountain. Mawile explores 4 places with Snowpoint City as the center, hoping to find information about Luther.

After discovering that this was futile, Wigglytuff and Mawile took turns with Amaura to enter the Poké Ball to rest in order to save energy and food.

This is why Mawile was alone just now.

Seeing the 3 Pokemons hugging him tightly, not willing to let go, for fear that he might disappear in the next second, Luther’s nose sore, and he thought of Musharna.

Musharna stayed in the old house for 20 years, waiting for the master who is already not in the world to pick her up.

Mawile is the opposite. Their 20 years are 20 years of hard search.

Extending the search in the scope of Snowpoint City is inherently full of limitations.

But every time after accumulating enough energy, Mawile still stubbornly explored outside, trying to find Luther in the vast crowd, completing a seemingly impossible task.

They clearly had a foreboding that they might be monitored by Mob’s people, and they still took risks and unswervingly searched.

Amaura suddenly left Luther and ran away at an alarming speed. Luther, who was holding Mawile and Wigglytuff, had no time to call her.

Originally wanting to chase him, Mawile grabbed Luther, as if to let Luther wait.

Soon after, Amaura rushed back with a metal box covered in snow and ice, gasping for breath.

Mawile turned his head, and gently clamped it with his big mouth to break the ice on the surface, then slapped off the lock on it, and handed the slightly deformed box to Luther.

Luther trembled all over, he had guessed what was inside.

Opening the box lightly, a diary-like thing lay quietly in the air-tight sealed bag.

When Miriam passed away, time passed, and the diary was like 20 years ago Normal.

Opened the sealed bag and took out the diary with a trembling hand. Luther took a deep breath and opened the dusty diary surrounded by Pokemon.

A piece of manuscript paper slipped out from the gap between the book, and Luther turned to that page, only to find that this page was clipped alone in the diary.

This is a letter consisting of 2 handwritings.

The content of the letter is very simple.

“What you do with this diary is up to you.”

“Luther, mother loves you.”

“Luther, father loves you.”

“Sorry, we failed to watch you grow up.”

Luther burst into tears, this is the most sincere wishes parents can give to child.

Traveling through 20 years of time and space, it finally fell into my own hands.

On the last page of the diary, the thoughts of the two of them were written.

If the last diary doesn’t fall into Luther’s hands, it will definitely be destroyed by Mawile and the others.

They are not reluctant to bear this research, but feel that they do not have enough vision and academics to deal with this research and the changes this research has made to this World.

If the year and month change, and Luther who holds this research finally ushered in an era that can properly handle this research, then Luther can get the attention of Alliance with this research.

Everything is for Luther’s future.

With tears dimly bidding farewell to Candice, Luther took Mawile and them back to their former home in Sunnycore City.

The afternoon sun poured into this house that had been uninhabited for more than 20 years.

The creepy growth outside the window was torn apart by Amaura, who was looking irritable, as if losing his temper. He squeezed the creeper outside the wall.

Because Mob broke in and destroyed that year, there were not many things in the house that were still intact.

Miya entered the house early to clean up the dust and some debris. By the way, he put the things that were misplaced after the police had handled the case in order. Luther and Mira looked dry and clean after entering the house.

Mawile and Wigglytuff 4 wanted to find traces of the past, but the time imprinted in this room has been with the destruction of those objects, and there is no trace.

Wigglytuff fumbled for the slightly musty sofa and fell into memory.

Mawile looked at the family portrait that Nerium had handed to Luther.

Luther took Miya’s hand and walked through every corner of the room, as if he could see the shadow of his parents in this room back then.

Either crying or laughing, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, everything.

Back in the living room, Luther looked at the family portrait in his hand and the diary in his arms, and said with a smile: “I am living well now and have my own life, and I am already the winner of the Lily of the Valley Conference. I may not use the diary below.”

“I will destroy your diaries in front of Cynthia and the others… Some things, let him disappear in this world.”

“I came back today to take Mawile and they took a look at this place for the last time… The community manager told me that this place will be renovated soon, and the house should not be able to continue.”

Luther squeezed Miya’s hand.

“Thank you, I am really happy now.”

“I love you all too.”