Pokémon Dream Walker

Open your eyes.

Feeling tired all over.

Just like a lazy person who just did strenuous exercise yesterday, his muscles are sore when he wakes up the next morning, and he is almost paralyzed in bed.

At this time, he was sitting on his knees with his legs, and he had been in this position for an unknown period of time.

My head was swollen and confused.

From time to time, fragments of memory suddenly appeared and merged into his original memory, adding another person's life memory.

I'm...traveling?

The memory fusion speed was too slow, and no useful information was obtained, so I had to drag my numb legs to stand up and look around.

The room was dimly lit.

The morning light passes through the beige frosted glass behind, sending a hazy light full of warmth and dispelling part of the darkness.

His dazed eyes gradually regained their luster, and he regained his ability to think.

"This body... is so strong!"

"Even before I got sick, if ten of me were tied together, he would still be hammered by him!"

"Clear body perception... It is indeed resurrection after death, not through reincarnation, but directly taking the body of others..."

The young man remained silent, subconsciously unwilling to think about this kind of banditry.

When looking up.

He is attracted by what is in front of him.

There is a pair of sandalwood knife rests on the desk, with two narrow scimitars placed across it, about one meter and more than half a meter in length respectively.

"Boqi Guoan Steel?"

"Izumi Mamoru Fujiwara Kanesada?"

When I looked at the two katana swords, their names automatically popped into my mind, which came from the remaining memory fragments of their previous owners.

Of course, Shang He wanted to understand his situation through the remaining memories of the original owner.

But there was a problem with the memory arrangement.

At this time, fragments of memory kept popping up in his mind, just like the C drive on his computer was gradually filling up with redundant information and began to show signs of freezing.

He couldn't find the information he wanted, and could only passively watch pieces of memory fragments coming at him.

The most common thing is daily sword practice.

Silently labeling the original owner as "sword crazy", "cultivation mad", "isolated"... and so on.

Ignore the cluttered mind for the moment, let it operate according to instinct, and accept those cluttered memory fragments.

Shang He was multitasking and continued to focus on what was in front of him.

Through the stimulation of visual objects, part of the memory fragments are awakened, and the memory integration with the original owner is accelerated.

There are two scrolls under the katana.

Information automatically pops up in my mind. These two volumes are family secrets of the original owner.

However, the original owner's father believed that the contents inside had been abandoned by the times and did not intend to continue passing them on, so he did not let the original owner review it.

On the wall behind the desk, there is a large set of characters hanging, and the vigorous strokes convey a sharp momentum.

"sword"!

It’s an unfamiliar word, but the first time I see it, my mind automatically understands its meaning.

He lowered his head and looked at the dark tatami where he was kneeling before.

Look around at the decorations again.

The strong Yingzhou flavor hits your face, and the original owner's name is "Miyamoto Kamiga"...

"Have I traveled to the land of Yingzhou?"

"The original owner's ancestors also had a double-sword style... No, this name... should be the swordsmanship inheritance of [Two Heavenly First Class]?"

As more memory fragments were absorbed, a look of surprise appeared on Shang He's face.

"wrong!"

"This world is not right!"

"It seems that there are extraordinary elements, and my physical fitness is far better than in the previous life. I may have a chance to practice!!!"

At this moment, Shang He was extremely excited.

Which young man in full bloom doesn’t long for the coming of the extraordinary?

He urgently wants to integrate all the memory fragments of the original owner and fully understand the magical world he is currently living in.

But for the original owner, practicing kendo plays a very important role in his life.

The memory fragments he has fused so far are all practice fragments of the original owner wielding a wooden knife or a vibrator.

Even the muscle memory is activated, and you have to do morning exercises facing the rising sun.

The original owner is like a machine with a fixed program.

There is nothing else in life except practicing swordsmanship. There are very few fragments of daily life. He almost closes himself off and doesn't know much about the outside world.

It was during these repetitive and boring training episodes that Shang He saw the original master smashing an upright wooden pole as thick as a bowl with one punch.

Could anyone in the previous life have achieved this kind of terrifying brute force?

You know, breaking a horizontal stick is not as difficult as breaking a vertical stick.

Forgive Shanghe for being ignorant and ignorant.

He had only seen it in movies and TV dramas, where the main character had mastered his boxing skills and used his forearms to break the wooden man who was practicing his skills.

Also, an even more important point.

From the fragmented memory fragments, we learned that the original owner was looking for a unique sense of energy and tried to grasp it, taking a step that was legendary for a fighter.

"Martial arts true energy?"

"Cultivation of immortality and Qi?"

"Building a foundation in a hundred days?"

……

Nouns popped into my mind one after another.

Shang He became extremely excited, and his burning eyes fell on the scroll of the knife holder.

"The original owner's father was frustrated and didn't want to pass them on, but he didn't strictly prohibit the original owner from reading them..."

"How can this work?"

"As a descendant of an ancient country, I know the pain of losing inheritance, and I cannot sit back and watch such a tragedy happen in front of my eyes!"

"The original owner is also stubborn. He practiced swordsmanship hard and wanted to revitalize the dojo, but he abided by his father's will and did not read the essence of the school's inheritance..."

"Miyamoto Kamiga, you can go in peace!"

"I will inherit your legacy, revitalize the gym, carry forward the school, and continue the inheritance of the noble ancestors."

Shang He whispered softly.

As soon as these words came out, the "great joy" of relief lingered in my heart.

It seems that the dissolution of the original owner's obsession has a chain reaction of accelerating the fusion of memory fragments in the mind.

"Feiyun City? What the hell is this place?"

Shang He thought back and found this city in his memory of Yingzhou.

I ignored the messy memories for the time being, moved my numb legs a few times, and approached the table where the knife rest was placed.

He now wants to read the two cultivation scrolls on the desk!

His eyes first fell on the knife.

"It is undeniable that this is an exquisite killing weapon!"

"Thanks to the successful cultural export of Yingzhou Kingdom, this samurai narrow sword has become one of the symbols of the nation and has many fans around the world."

"But this was in the previous life..."

"In the new world I was reborn in, according to the memory fragments of the original owner, it seems that there are very few people who use this type of knife?"

Talking to himself, he put his hand on the scabbard and slid it down naturally along the top of the sword.

When touching the short knife below.

Abrupt mutation.

"Izumi Mori Fujiwara Kanesada" shines brightly, and the dazzling white light shines through the dojo, making the dark space look like daylight.

Shang He noticed the suction force coming from his fingers.

It's like a little beast is holding his finger and sucking it, and he can clearly feel that something is being pulled out of his body with the sucking.

He was so frightened that he quickly pulled his fingers away and took two steps back in fear.

Shocked and surprised!

This world is indeed abnormal, otherwise whose ancient sword would glow when touched?

"Is the welcome ceremony so grand?"

"I didn't even give a shit when I put it on the table before, but now it's because I, the merchant, are so wise and powerful that I'm ready to recognize him as the master?"

Facing the dazzling white light, Shang He discovered that the outline of the sword in the light had changed.

"Transfiguration?"

"Is it Miss Demon Sword Girl?"

Unfortunately, Shang Hebai was happy.

The katana still maintains its sword shape after changing its outline, but it has become much straighter and wider, with a long ribbon at the end that gets in the way.

Yo~

A rough and strange sound sounded in the room, like an unconscious whisper when someone wakes up.

"Psychic?"

Shang He's heart froze, his heart filled with vigilance, and he quietly took two steps back.

Sword, a weapon of killing.

According to the feudal ideas passed down by our ancestors, this thing may be a very dangerous thing after being channeled.

Not to mention related to Yingzhou culture.

In that barbarian land, there are said to be 800 million gods, but in fact they are all demons and demons that drink blood.

Yo~

Yo~

There were two more unconscious trembling sounds, and the light surrounding the sword gradually faded, revealing its true appearance.

The wide, obstructive blue ribbon was actually fluttering gently.

Seeing clearly the appearance of "Izumi Mori Fujiwara Kanesada" after channeling, Shang He's pupils shrank and he was stunned, his expression full of disbelief.

Simple brown sword.

The scabbard is heavy with a Celtic triangle.

There is a blue eye embedded in the center of the sword grid, which is turning and looking around, a look of horror coming to his face.

For him, the image of this sword is extremely iconic.

Stimulated by this key thing, the memory fragments in the mind merged again at an accelerated pace, and all unknowns were dissolved like clouds and rain.

Pokémon·"Ghost Sword"·Single Scabbard!

For a moment, Shang He was speechless, with mixed feelings in his heart that were difficult to express.

Feiyun City mentioned before.

It refers to Feiyun City in the Hezhong region. The design prototype is Lower Manhattan, New York, which is one of the famous big cities in the elf world.

Thinking of these, the original owner's memory fragments about the elves gradually appeared in his mind.

That's right.

This is the world of elves!

After calming down for a while, Shang He sorted out the extra memories.

Knowing the original owner's sense of the elves, Shang He couldn't help but shake his head, feeling that it was outrageous.

"What a sword fanatic!"

"There is nothing but Shejian. It completely deviates from the main theme of the elf world. How can there be a chance to revitalize the genre?"

"Ugh!"

"I hope you also have a chance to live again."

"I hope you can be reincarnated in the worlds of pirates, Naruto, and Shinigami... and fulfill your desire to revitalize your school and climb to the pinnacle of kendo."

Shang He sent blessings to the original owner.

In the memory of the original owner, the magical elves were just a group of insignificant guys, and the only thing he could fall in love with was swordsmanship training.

Therefore, when he first merged the memory fragments, Shang He found no information about the elves at all, and only got a lot of boring sword training fragments, which led him to misjudge the world and have some unrealistic fantasies.

People in the elven world...

In short, their physical fitness is outrageous, there are many fighters who can compete with monsters, and there are trainers who can handle the magical moves.

Black Rabbit, don't look, you are one of them.

Wearing a "sexy swimsuit" and not even wearing a helmet, she dared to carry Genesect's high-tech light cannon.

Didn't you see that the "Three Holy Swords" were all sent away by high-tech light cannons?

Although they are not facing the same insect god.

Let’s not talk about these special cases. These are not what Shang He wants.

"My dream of a warrior god!"

"My dream of a fairy king!"

"My dream of immortality!"

"This is all in vain. Practice? Practice!"

YoYo!

The single scabbard on the sword holder responded with a cry.

Suddenly he floated into the air and flew towards Shang He. The blue eye stared at him with a cold look that made his hair stand on end.

Thinking of the illustration description of the single sword scabbard, Shang He looked wary.

I was crying in my heart: "The food of the single sword scabbard is the essence of life, what should I do?"

Do you have to face death just after being reborn?

Or the tortured death of being squeezed dry by the ghost sword?

At this moment, Shang He felt extremely regretful.

I really shouldn't be curious and touch someone's ancient ancestral sword, causing the ancient sword to inexplicably transform into a dangerous object such as a single scabbard.

How to subdue the fierce ghost sword without an elf in hand?

With a pair of fists?