This trainer of elves is super surge

The sky was blue and the clouds were white. The dark black car traveling smoothly and at high speed passed by several trainers who were traveling together like a vigorous and cool leopard.

Shen Zong, who had a naturally elegant smile on his face, sat in the car and looked at the beautiful scenery passing by outside the window, and said in a gentle tone:

"Uncle Long, how long will it take for us to reach Jupi Town? I heard that Slowpoke is highly respected there and is believed to bring abundant harvest rain. Therefore, outside trainers are not allowed to tame it. Is this true?"

Long Bo, who always maintained the necessary vigilance and had a calm gaze on the cat boss outside the car, heard Shen Zong's simple question.

He gently clenched the elf ball in his arms with his right hand, winked at the driver next to him who was focused on driving, and said softly without looking back:

"Master, we are only [-] kilometers away from our destination. Huipi Town does not allow you to tame Slowpoke at will."

"However, if you are willing to donate a sum of money to their town, you may be able to get the opportunity to practice with Slowpoke."

The palm of his hand slowly caressed the short light yellow hair on the duck's back. He looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window and thought calmly for a moment. The situation was becoming increasingly chaotic and tense, the Sinnoh war, and the entrance ceremony of Yuhong Academy that he was about to face.

Shen Zong, who had been accustomed to playing it safe for the past 16 years and had no urgent desire for elven combat power, now couldn't help but feel an inexplicable invisible pressure.

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"So∽nas∽"

The car slowed down and stopped slowly on the side of the road. Sure enough, Weng opened the door and stepped onto the wet ground first.

Hearing Guoran Weng's happy cry seems to make people forget all their worries, as well as the duck in his arms looking up blankly.

Shen Zong, whose corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted up, truly revealing a reassuring smile, straightened out his shirt, which was a little messy after being rubbed and kicked by the duck.

Then he stepped out of the car, looked at Long Bo who was negotiating with several police officers, took out two sweet peaches from his backpack, fed them into the mouths of Guoran Weng and Ke Ke Ya, and then waited leisurely. stand up.

"Master Hu, Master Tungsten Steel has been living near the Well of Slowpoke recently. In addition, the Jupi Town Police Department may not be able to send too many police officers to ensure your safety."

"Don't bother them. I feel relieved as long as you are here."

Looking at the housekeeper Long Bo who seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the Huipi Town Police Department, Shen Zong calmly patted the back of Guo Ranweng's head and gave his trusting response.

But before Shen Zong could get back into the car, a strong man with a height of two meters came from a distance. He stood at the intersection of the forest path and shouted to the two of them in a loud voice:

"Hey, are you the guests who called in advance and want to come and make the Poké Ball today?"

After hearing the strong man's roar, Long Bo, whose expression gradually softened, quickly turned around and compared the strong man's face with the photo in his mind.

After confirming that this was the tungsten steel master who was appointed by Yuan Yingjie to build the elf ball for Shen Zong, Long Bo put his arms across his abdomen, nodded and gave a slight salute, and said in a calm tone:

"That's right, I'd like to ask if the master of tungsten steel can do it in person."

After being affirmed by Long Bo, who was neither humble nor arrogant, he stood at the intersection of the forest path with a wild attitude, his face covered with brown beard, and then walked to the back of the car where Shen Zong was.

After looking at her sharply for a few times, Shen Zong, who looked calm and unhurried, took out two small golden boxes from his pocket, placed them on the top of the trunk of the vehicle, and shouted cautiously:

"There are two sets of trial version of the elf balls here. They are energy-shaped elf balls that are made of super energy and water crystals as the main materials, and are combined with rare tree juice to outline stripes. I will give them as a personal gift."

"Now tell me all your ideas and requirements for the Poké Ball. Any requirements are acceptable. I will have the police from Juniper Town send it to your residence the day after tomorrow."

"What kind of Poké Balls can be used?"

"Correct!"

He was keenly aware that the Poké Ball Craftsman didn't seem to have any objections to him, but he just couldn't control the volume of his words.

Shen Zong, whose expression suddenly turned serious, opened the box and took out a pure golden Poké Ball, then carefully inspected it twice from the inside out.

"It contains mild super energy and is enough to accommodate quasi-king-level elves. It is indeed a good transition ball for novice trainers."

"However, I am very picky about the Poké Balls they will live in in the future."

Without any hesitation, he put the elf ball in his hand back into the depression in the small box, stared at the tungsten steel with his arms crossed confidently, and said these words in a calm tone.

Shen Zong's eyes showed a strong look of seriousness. He raised his hand and touched the family crest on his chest twice before speaking out his request word by word.

"First of all, the ball must be strong and durable, and its strength must be at least as strong as the elf ball used by the current champion of the Kanto League."

"Secondly, the shell should be designed like a red and white ball, which allows the elf to see the outside from the inside. It is best to have 360 ​​degrees with no blind spots. This is all I need for the elf ball."

"Of course, the higher the intensity, the greater the reward. I think you can understand what I mean."

He was listening and calculating the material mix of tungsten steel. After hearing all of Shen Zong's requirements for the Poké Ball, a seriousness of scrutiny suddenly appeared in his walnut-sized dark brown eyes.

"With a Poké Ball that exceeds the strength of a champion, it seems that you have a lot of expectations for your future."

"It will be delivered in a week. I will deliver it to you personally, but the payment will be doubled. You can pay the other half then."

After finishing his words, Tungsten Steel, who sounded as if he was about to quarrel, picked up the two small boxes placed on the top of the trunk of the car and turned around to walk towards the forest path where he came from.

"Since you don't like these gifts, I won't put them here to hinder your eyes."

There is no so-called tailor-made, and there is no groveling like a museum curator. The Poke Ball craftsman who masters a high-end craft is so arrogant and unique.

They are not afraid at all that no one will come to give gifts and beg for a place to create special Poké Balls. After all, powerful trainers will always attach more importance to Poké Balls and be crazy about them than normal people imagine.

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Waiting until the powerful and tall figure of tungsten steel disappeared at the end of the forest path, Long Bo, who had not interrupted for a long time when the two were talking, stood beside Shen Zong leisurely and respectfully opened the back seat door.

"Master, the family's house in Jupi Town is too small. I think we should go to the Elf Center and ask someone from the Joey family for help and stay there for a week."

"Elf Center..."