Pocket Data Master

Hezhong District, Green City.

The next day, Mihara Rinxue's long eyelashes fluttered, and then her confused eyes slowly opened, "Where is this?"

Just as she was about to get up, she was pushed back by Xiaoguang beside the bed, "No, the doctor said you need to rest for a while."

Mihara Rinxue nodded blankly, then thought about it carefully, and found that her mind was blank, and finally suddenly realized, "Manafei, we are going to send Manafei back to the underwater temple!"

After she finished speaking, she frowned again, tilted her head and thought about it carefully, and found that something seemed to be missed, but when she thought about it carefully, it was extremely reasonable.

When they were in the forest, they encountered the pirate king Fan Dun. In the end, their group was captured by the conservationists, and they would continue to send Mana Fei back to the underwater temple.

Linxue looked around subconsciously. The smell of disinfectant floated in the white room, and the white gauze on the window sill danced with the wind. It seemed vaguely...

"who?"

She seemed to see a shadow of a human figure, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be nothing there.

The white room was speechless for a moment, until the fiery figure with twin ponytails ran into the room. Minghe's voice, full of energy and excitement, immediately echoed, "Hey, look, we are in the newspaper!!"

"Minghe, no, this is a hospital. Keep your voice down, you will disturb others."

"Xiaoguang, it's okay, it's okay, there's no one else here."

"Even this won't work, this is the rule!"

"Old-fashioned, be careful not to get married in the future."

…

Linxue looked at the two arguing in front of her and finally couldn't help but laugh. That smile was like a mountain flower blooming in winter, plain but warm.

On the hillside outside the hospital, Mihara Yono watched this scene through the window screen, narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally turned and left.

If Sakaki represents her recollection of the extraordinary, then Linxue represents her yearning for the ordinary.

No matter how great a person is, he will eventually become dull and embrace the end.

Like her,

The same goes for Miyamoto, Oki, Kikuko, the figures in the memory gradually grow old and become plain and real.

Mihara Yoshino's footsteps kept moving, her hands were behind her hands, and her steps were jumping lightly, just like the innocent and innocent girl in her memory, and even a sweet smile appeared on her face.

Unconsciously, she gradually began to hum a song, recounting the past in an indistinct manner along with her nasal voice.

She finally slowed down because there was a figure standing under the shade of the trees in front of her.

The figure bowed his back and leaned on a cane, like an ordinary old man.

The figure was wearing a wide dark purple dress, looking like an old woman who had just taken care of her granddaughter.

The face of that figure was covered with traces of time, and only the eyebrows inadvertently revealed an extraordinary temperament.

After not seeing each other for many years, Mihara Yono originally thought that she would have a lot to say, but when they actually met, she found that everything was very dull.

The figure in her memory has an upright posture and beautiful eyebrows.

The figure in her memory was arrogant and awe-inspiring, with piercing eyes.

The figure in her memory holds a dark elf ball, and is always followed by a faint Gengar.

That was Kikuko, who took over the position of the Four Heavenly Kings at the age of only 16. She was the most admired object of all the young female trainers in Kanto, the Ghost King Kikuko.

But now the figure in front of me is like the old woman who can be seen everywhere on the street, quiet and peaceful.

Mihara Yoshino's nose twitched, she raised her head, a little disappointed, a little unwilling, and finally turned into a smile.

She held up the hem of her skirt and bowed slightly, "Who are you?"

At this moment, she gradually overlapped with herself in her memory. At that time, she also asked the same questions, asking questions to the person she admired and vowed to defeat.

‘Excuse me, who are you? ’.

Then she saw a pair of beautiful black and clear eyes, and heard the words that were still fresh in her memory and felt high in her chest.

‘The Four Heavenly Kings! ’.

However.

"I'm Kikuko."

An old and calm word shattered the image in Mihara Yoshino's memory, causing her to bite her lips, her chest was clogged, and she was a little speechless.

The Four Heavenly Kings in his memory gradually faded away, returning to the ordinary old man Juzi.

This kind of situation made her hand holding the elf ball tremble a little, and finally slowly let go.

Kikuko was on crutches. She looked at Mihara Harano in front of her, smiled softly, and took out a poke ball, "Are you willing to have a battle with me?"

Mihara Yono was silent for a moment, "You will lose."

In the end, she didn't take out the Poke Ball, but walked past Ju Zi at a faster pace. The hand holding the hem of her skirt was too hard and turned white.

Mihara Yoshino was walking on the mountain road with rapid breathing. It was clear that everything around her was moving backwards at a high speed, but she felt that it was she who was moving backwards at this moment.

In the end, she stopped in a daze, as if she were standing on an ancient bridge. Under the bridge was a rolling torrent, never to return, but she was the only one left on the bridge...

for a long time.

"I want to go back."

Mihara Harano calmly put down the hem of her skirt. Even though her face remained the same, the past was still past.

She looked at the black-haired man in the mountain path, "Juzi, you, who else is behind you?"

"Wanlong Tianwang, there are many people." Dian answered truthfully.

He looked at the young woman in front of him who was wearing a pure white dress, with curly hair, and a beautiful face that looked like a lady. It was hard to imagine that she was the previous leader of the Rockets, the giant who led the Rockets through the dark ages.

Leader of Yuhara!

His name was resounding throughout the dark forces, to the point where many people had forgotten what his "name" was.

If it weren't for Juzi, neither he nor Kona would have recognized that the person in front of them was an "old acquaintance".

Mihara Yono said "Hey~" like a girl, "I feel like a princess who was captured back to the palace." She showed a trace of self-mockery, and then smiled mischievously, "Unfortunately, the prince wants to What I want is not the princess, but——"

"—Pokémon Master!"

"Pokémon Master, is a title really that important?" Mihara Yono raised his head, "I used to like trainers the most, and I also hated trainers the most."

She murmured to herself, and then walked quickly past the temple, "Even now, I hate the so-called trainers the most. They keep talking about bonds, but in fact they are bonds. I, you, Juzi, are just the time. It’s just a microcosm. The so-called greatness will eventually become ordinary.”

Click, click, click... Ohara Yono stopped again, turned his back to the temple and said calmly: "It seems that I don't have the chance to go to the other people to say thank you, so please say thank you to those young girls for me. Voice--"

"--Thanks."

As Mikahara Yono spoke, he disappeared silently into the mountain path. His figure expressed unwillingness and contained indifference, like the end of an era.