Pokémon Master is me, Bell

"The Pokémon Master is me, Belle"

In the midsummer evening in the city of Miare, the sun is often still in the sky, reluctantly dyeing the clouds a touch of rose red.The glow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows and squeezed into every darkened corner. It accidentally fell to pieces and lay lazily beside my feet.

Drinking delicious and rich onion soup, I enthusiastically explained today's experience to Ms. Vanessa.

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed fast and long.In the morning, I took away the Fire Fox from Dr. Fatong and fought with Ai Lan. In the afternoon, I met Slippery and became a partner with him. In the evening, I met Parker at the Pokémon Center... too many things really happened.

Listening to my sigh, my mother stood up with a smile and said, "Don't you have inherited my father's accident system. Ever since I met him, he has often been involved in various incidents and disputes, all related to Pokémon. .”

Since there are guests, Ms. Vanessa arranges for the Pokémon to have a picnic in the backyard.Originally I wanted to join in, but she said she had prepared a special dish that was not suitable for eating on the grass.

I watched eagerly as she took out the covered delicacies from the kitchen.

What exactly is it?

She smiled and said, "In order for Bell to become a Pokémon trainer, today's special main dish is fried Slowpoke tail."

My eyes suddenly lit up.

Slowpoke's tail, my favorite.Usually my mother thinks it is troublesome to prepare and rarely eats it at home. Generally, it can only be tasted at nearby two-star restaurants.

"Slowpoke?" Bucciarati showed a hint of confusion, which touched upon his blind spot in knowledge, and asked: "So can Pokémon be eaten?"

Ah this.This is probably the only sensitive social issue in our world - Pokémon cuisine.

"If I have to say it, most Pokémon are edible." I looked hesitant and explained as objectively as possible: "But a long time ago, the Pokémon Association jointly issued a hunting ban with various regions, and it was written in detail Of course, the details of which Pokémon are protected and which are not are different in different regions.

"Some Pokémon, like Savage Bass, can be bred artificially. The wholesale of breeding licenses is very strict. As far as I know, the Alola region has a very large Slowpoke breeding site because of its unique environmental features, and Slowpoke are exported to the world. The tail of a stupid beast."

Having said this, my mouth watered a little.

How on earth did Slowpoke resist eating his own tail?

Bucciarati was lost in thought, probably trying to understand this matter based on the moral standards of our world, and asked: "...Will Slowpoke's tail grow back?"

certainly!If it can't grow back, it won't be legal no matter how delicious it is!

I imagined the scene of Slowpoke with cut-tailed tails everywhere on the street. My face was a little distorted for a moment, and I said: "Yes, Slowpoke is a very slow Pokémon. Even if its tail is bitten off, it will not feel pain." , and sometimes fall off naturally. Many Slowpoke are so slow that their tails grow back only to realize that their previous ones are gone. Of course, this astonishing discovery will only stay in their brains for a moment before disappearing."

To be honest, he is incredibly stupid.

As expected, Parker, who was immersed in the delicious food, raised his head with a complicated expression and sighed dryly: "This is really an amazing Pokémon."

right!

"Of course, some Pokémon protectionists jumped out and said, you're not a Slowpoke, how do you know that Slowpoke won't hurt?" I took a bite of the tail meat and shrugged, "But with current science and technology, this is very difficult. Good to prove.”

When Bucciarati saw me starting to move, he also cut off a small piece of the fried tail and put it in his mouth.

The most famous way of cooking Slowpoke Tail in the Carlos region is to pan-fry the whole piece, slice it, use fresh and slightly spicy white wine as a sauce, and pair it with citrus, figs and other fruits to completely extract the sweetness from the rich and plump meat. , and not too greasy.

Unlike dried tail and other processed tail snacks, pan-fried tail has the most stringent requirements on the freshness of raw materials. This eating habit can also reflect the delicacy and elegance of the Carlos region.

"It tastes a bit like foie gras, but more refreshing and sweet, and it has a feeling of happiness." Bucciarati commented.

I smiled and said, "Although it is delicious and makes people happy, it actually has no nutrition at all. Some pseudo-scientists even suggested that eating Slowpoke tails regularly will make you as stupid as Slowpoke, so many parents firmly resisted. "

Fortunately, Ms. Vanessa is not such a stubborn parent!

"But our family is not strictly vegetarian."

This is why Bucciarati never knew that Pokémon could be eaten, because our family rarely eats Pokémon.

"If you want to eat wild seabass, I'll invite you to the restaurant." I winked at Bucciarati and said, "Except for Pokémon like Slowpoke and Crab, whose body parts will naturally fall off, Mom is No Pokémon will be allowed on our table.”

Ms. Vanessa nodded: "As long as it is not illegal to hunt Pokémon, Bucciarati can eat whatever he wants, regardless of my personal beliefs."

Bucciarati shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, I think it's good for you to do this." There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and he seemed to respect his mother more.

Indeed, no one who has come into contact with my mother dislikes her.

I dipped the tail meat into the lemon sauce on the side of the plate and joked happily: "For Bucciarati, as long as there is macaroni to eat, the world will not be the end!"

Bucciarati said "yes".

After chatting about everything that happened today, Ms. Vanessa started asking me about my next plans.

"Does that need to be said?" I raised a smile and said, "Of course I am collecting Taoist badges and entering the Myare Pokémon Contest!"

Ms. Vanessa was quite speechless and said, "Which one? When? If you want, you can leave for Baitan City tonight."

Why do you want to kick your child out of the house when he is one year old?I haven’t packed my luggage yet!

I curled my lips and said aggrievedly: "Isn't there a gym in Miare City? Why do you want to go far away instead of being close?"

As the center of the Kalos region, Miare City also has a gym, located inside the Prism Tower.

It is said that when building this gym, the alliance wholesaled the qualifications for the electric gym.Due to soil problems in Miare City, electric Pokémon are short of electricity all year round and cannot be fully utilized. There are no outstanding electric Pokémon trainers willing to stay in Miare City for a long time to be gym leaders.

Therefore, the city applied for a license for a steel attribute gym, which is now in charge of a trainer named Yan Kai.

Of course, Miare City's obsession with the electric system has not ended.The city government and experts teamed up with my school, a private school for Pokémon aristocrats in Miare City, to create a branch specializing in electric Pokémon.

A classmate who once served as an exchange student in our school, Citron, is a proud student of the electrical department branch.He skipped grades one after another, and when he was only ten years old, he was already preparing for his graduation thesis - which was about this earthly issue.

I hope he can change the current situation of soil power shortage in Miare City.

"Now that you've decided, let's go to the Prism Tower tomorrow." Ms. Vanessa leaned forward slightly and said, "Fire Fox and Slippery are both steel-type Pokémon, so they shouldn't be able to defeat them. You lost miserably."

I pouted, but it was hard to argue.

Only a fool would be confident in his first gym battle.

But my mother’s expression of “it’s not bad for a child to be hit” has already hit me hard!

night.

I lay on the spacious and soft bed, looking at the slightly swaying roof and the crystal lamp that looked like a poisonous rose, and closed my eyes.

……"Good night."

"fox!"

?As soon as I stood up, I saw a ball of orange rushing over and sinking into the quilt as if I stepped on a cloud.The fire fox gave me a flattering look, let out a cub's special snort, and then waggled its tail and got into my bed.

I had no choice but to get out of bed, close the door that was squeezed open, and climb back into bed.

"Why are you up here?" I covered my head with the quilt, leaving only a small gap, and asked in a very low voice.

It rubbed my hand and explained in a foxy manner.

"...You said you were worried that Slippery Boy would come to me, so you wanted to be the first to do it?"

"Fox..." It whimpered guiltily.

It turns out that he is not just a spoiled brat, but also a jealous one.I gave it a symbolic pat on the head as punishment, wanting to educate it and make it more mature and generous, but when I looked at the innocent little face of the fire fox, I suddenly laughed again, and I had no choice but to cover my face.

It came up and opened my hand and licked me.

"Forget it. Remember to apologize to Slippery Boy tomorrow, you know?" I held him in my arms, pinched his chin, and whispered, "Grow up quickly, my little knight."

Breakfast time the next day.

Fire Fox apologized to Slippery Boy under the urging of my eyes.

"Slippery!" The other party was startled, waved quickly, and patted his chest to show that he didn't care at all.

But when I set off, I still held it in my arms and let the fire fox stand on my shoulders.

It's worth mentioning that when I woke up, Parker was no longer at home.According to Bucciarati's guess, it may have returned to its own world.

I immediately looked at Bucciarati nervously.

He shook his head and said, "It should be because Parker was only injured when he came, so he went back."

The implication is that Bucciarati, who has died once, cannot go back.

I don't know whether it's regretful or fortunate.But I still patted Bucciarati on the shoulder, hoping he wouldn't mind.

The Prism Tower is located in the center of Miare, not far from my home.In the time it took for the two Pokémon to drink a bottle of juice, we arrived under the Prism Tower.

It must be said that this tall tower with smooth and slender lines and large glass decorations sparkling in the sun is the culmination of Carlos' aesthetic.

It’s really suitable…

“Oh my God, there’s someone on top of the tower!”

?

Perfect for Pokémon battles...

"Is he going to commit suicide?"

?I covered my eyes with my hands and looked at the top of the tower. There was indeed a strange young man wearing a black windbreaker and bandages standing there with his hands outstretched, as if he wanted to embrace the wind from high up.

Wait, does this outfit look familiar?He must be the one who harassed the juice shop owner that day!

I took two steps back in shock, and actually committed suicide by jumping off a building in a densely populated landmark in the city...

Who is this!So unethical.

Seeing that the boy was about to jump off, I——

A. It’s too late to think so much, save people first and then talk about it

B. Evacuate the crowd and respect the teenager’s wishes

C. What does it have to do with me?