Pokemon’s Fifth Elite

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The chart that Megan took out showed that the ball is in good physical condition, mutated and so on. She doesn’t know how Senior is defined. As long as it is not marked, it is a normal Swablu.

Luther questioned whether the ball could fly so fat, but after Megan took the old one and replaced it with a new sensor, the ball flapped its wings and flew back to the branch.

He leaned against the tree trunk and Megan waved his fluffy wings, then yawned, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

If you have to describe it, Luther felt that he saw a blue balloon climbing up erraticly.

Such a fat Swablu can fly, why can’t Silver?

Luther was lost in thought.

Although she just joined the group, Megan is very familiar with the information about Swablu. She can confirm every Swablu she meets and call out the nickname given to them by Celadon University.

Relying on the sensor, Megan Locked On the position of 2 Altaria.

Altaria perched on an empty grass in the woods. The appearance of Megan and Luther did not make them hostile. After looking at the two people curiously, they saw the instrument Megan was holding, and the two Pokemon immediately understood.

Many Swablus emerged from the huge “cotton” of the Altaria 2 regiment. They bounced around and followed the smell of food to Megan’s body.

Megan stuffed the bag with the food to Luther and said, “Feed it for me. I will check the body of 2 Altaria and retrieve the sensor by the way.”

Not afraid of people at all, nor Azumarill and Arcanine next to Luther. Swablu didn’t push or squeeze. Swablu surrounded Luther, opening his mouth one after another, like a baby falcon waiting to be fed.

The feeding experience was wonderful. Holding the food, hanging hands on Swablu’s head, a row of Swablu tried their best to stand up, leaning their heads against Luther’s hand.

Luther stretched his hand to the left, and their heads swung to the left, Luther moved to the right, and they also twisted to the right.

If it weren’t for their parent, Altaria, who was staring at him with his neck tilted, Luther planned to tease him.

Looking at Swablu who elated after eating the food, Luther asked suspiciously, “They are so vigilant, there will be no problems, right?”

Megan’s head got into the “cotton” of Altaria’s wings. He heard Luther speak and got out and replied: “It means seeing acquaintances like this. If it is an outsider, you can see if these two Altaria will blow up.”

“Last time a poacher kidnapped a Swablu, the ranger just arrived, and Altaria has already beaten people to the ground.” Megan urged, “You try to injure a Swablu now, and you’ll know if there will be a problem now. Up.”

After speaking, Megan went into the cotton and fixed the new sensor.

Just as he was about to replace the sensor for the other Altaria, Megan’s feet straightened suddenly, and he fell straight to the ground.

Holding his bleeding nose, Megan groaned “Ouch”.

Luther poured out the food in the bag, let the Swablu share it, and hurried to Megan’s side.

Megan has sat up, groping out of the backpack and wiping his nosebleeds.

Luther also saw the culprit that caused Megan’s fall, a motionless Swablu lying near the wings of Altaria and not participating in the food.

Megan is fairly quick to react. If he takes a step slower, he might step on his little tail.

Seeing that Megan was injured, this Swablu’s expression was tangled, and he could see that he wanted to come closer, but it seemed that for some reason he chose to retreat, lying on the ground guiltily.

But when his eyes moved away from Megan and turned to Luther’s side, he seemed to regain his vitality, and a swoop… hung on Azumarill.

This posture, this happy expression, this Swablu is…

Azumarill resisted, his tangled expression reappearing that day, no need to ask, this was the Swablu that Luther saw that day.

Megan stopped the nosebleed and looked at the sensor in his hand in confusion: “It’s strange, this Swablu has no signal.”

“The forest is so big, and there is more than one Altaria group active, and no signal is normal.” Luther said, “is it possible that your Celadon University sensors are put on every Swablu in the forest?”

Megan looked at Luther like a fool: “That’s not true, but please think about it. Why did Swablu from other races come here?”

Luther was stunned for a moment, but also found that something was wrong.

This Swablu appeared next to Altaria’s wings, which meant that the two Altarias should be regarded as accepting him, but why did he give up his original ethnic group and leave?

Megan looked at the group of Swablu who were sharing the food. With the mentality of verifying it, he grabbed the Swablu hanging on Azumarill’s waist and leaned over there.

With violent Struggle, Megan could hardly grasp Swablu in his hand.

Swablu, who broke free, looked at Megan in fear, sticking to Azumarill’s side, shiver coldly.

Luther and Megan looked at each other, and both understood.

Although this outlier Swablu was sheltered by the Altaria of this group, he still couldn’t fit into this group very much.

It was clear that Swablu came with food in his mouth and wanted to share it with him, but he was continuously relying on Azumarill to avoid it.

It’s like being afraid, but also like not knowing what to do.

The two Altaria looked helpless, and looked at Megan and shook their heads, indicating that it was difficult for them to do it.

Luther recalled something and asked Megan to help check the Swablu’s wings.

Megan fumbled and pinched a bean-sized plastic ball from it, and then was surprised to find that the wound on the Swablu’s wing had just healed.

“Your sensor?” Luther asked.

“This is a hammer sensor, just a plastic ball on something I don’t know.” Megan sighed. “It’s not easy. Swablu in this group likes him or doesn’t like him. It should be divided into 2 factions. .”

“Although Altaria accepted him, he didn’t know how to fit in. Seeing that these children had sensors on their bodies, he got himself a plastic ball and wanted to be like them…”

“What about his own ethnic group?”

Megan touched the chin, hesitated 3 more times, and decided to take away the Swablu with the old wound.

“I also want to know about your question. I have to ask my senior brother and senior sister if there is any precedent for Altaria giving up her child.”

The opinions of 2 Altaria were consulted, and they all nodded and agreed.

The injured Swablu was still a little wary of Megan because of Megan’s actions just now.

After thinking about it three more times, seeing Azumarill leaning against Luther, looking like he was about to leave, he was ultimately nodded.