There seems to be something wrong with these Pokémon

"There's no fighting technique, it's just a telepathic connection with Pokémon."

Kona tried to be as concise as possible and shared his accumulated experience generously.

"If a Pokémon can sense the trainer's all-out effort during a battle, it will move forward with you."

"But if a trainer shows even the slightest bit of arrogance or retreat during a battle, this bad mood will also be passed on to the Pokémon."

"In a Pokémon battle, relying solely on the power of Pokémon is not enough. Only when Pokémon and Trainer are truly united in mind and spirit can the full strength of both parties be unleashed."

Kona's beautiful eyes seemed to reveal a thousand emotions. Her statement was plain and without ups and downs, but it was like an abyss that made people drown in it.

Countless trainers opened their eyes in the sea water that enveloped them, and fixed their gazes on the Pokémon that were also staring at them.

The entire Pokémon Center fell into silence for a moment. Even the Chansey that happened to pass by deliberately slowed down its steps and ran to the treatment room staggeringly, covering its mouth.

Miss Joy, who was replaced by Chansey, walked out and smiled at the group of trainers who seemed to have realized something.

As novice trainers, they all showed a lot of emotions during the battle.

Whether it is positive excitement or negative fear, enthusiastic surprise or regret of miserable failure.

Were these emotions conveyed to my Pokémon at the same time?

"A word, an action, or a look during a battle can make the Pokémon do what the trainer wants, which can lead to an attack or defense that takes the opponent by surprise."

Kona was still whispering as he slowly placed his hand on his left breast.

"And the key to achieving this goal is 'heart'."

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"Heart…"

In a small house in the town, a slightly embarrassed girl knelt on the soft tatami.

A small wooden table was placed in front of her, and sitting opposite her was a man holding a cup of tea and sighing.

The heat of the tea blurred the man's expression and only his sighs could be heard.

"Yes, little Jill, not only me, but everyone in Rain Prayer Town can hear your 'heart' crying."

"Crying? I didn't." Jill replied in a serious voice, "I'm just a little unaccustomed to it..."

"Haha." Henry put down his teacup, looked straight at the girl across from him who had grown up under his watch, and said half-jokingly, "Then tell your uncle what you really think. After seeing your sad face all day, your uncle won't dare to make Panda Duck rice balls next time on the Rain Prayer Festival, for fear of touching on your sad story."

The girl suddenly pursed her lower lip and said nothing.

"It's hard to talk about these things with my blood relatives, but can't I talk about it in front of my uncle?"

"Your grandmother is very worried about your condition, but you always smile and wave your hands, refusing to tell her the truth."

Jill's shoulders trembled slightly, and Henry happened to stop.

The boiling water made a slight sound again. The man stood up, lifted the steaming kettle, and made himself another pot of tea.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry, nor did he force the girl to speak. He just waited quietly, waiting for the girl to be willing to open a corner of her heart.

"I…"

Jill opened her lips slightly and let out an inaudible sound.

Henry immediately put down his teacup and waited to listen to the girl's thoughts.

"It was only at the moment when Psyduck and Xiaoye were fighting that I suddenly discovered many things that I had missed before."

The girl's voice was low and light like mist, as if it would dissipate in the next second.

"At that moment, when I saw Psyduck's happy smile during the battle, my heart seemed to blossom with sweetness and joy."

"This is a feeling I have never experienced before. It is very new and strange."

Jill smiled slightly and continued.

“Although I can’t quite remember it, it seems like my father said something similar.”

"Oh, what is that?"

"It's probably 'When you experience the joy, anger, sorrow and pain of Pokémon, that is the ultimate that all trainers pursue, the state of being in tune with Pokémon's mind.'"

Jill's sweet smile suddenly paused and turned slightly bitter.

"I was too young and too stupid at the time. I never thought about why my father, who was not a trainer, knew trainers so well, and I have never thought about it deeply until now."

"But at that moment, I seemed to understand what my father said."

"But I'm not a trainer, and I don't want to be one."

Jill suddenly fell silent, and Henry didn't urge her.

After a long while, Jill spoke softly.

"Psyduck is...very brave, I'm actually..."

“…I also want to go see the world outside the town, but my mother once said that her greatest wish is for me and my grandmother to live a simple and happy life in the town.”

"Maybe, Rainfall Town needs me, Uncle Henry needs me, and grandma needs me even more..."

blah-

Jill's unfinished words got stuck in her throat and she blinked and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

The next moment, her pupils dilated unconsciously and her voice became louder.

"Granny...?"

The old man who had been sitting behind the door for a long time couldn't help but push open the thin door that looked like it was covered with paper.

"Silly girl!"

Grandma staggered over, cursing under her breath.

"How come you are..." here?

Jill stood up subconsciously, and just happened to catch a glimpse of Henry who picked up the tea, blew on it lightly, and then took a sip.

"What your mother said was never about 'staying in town' but about 'happiness is simple'!"

Grandma stretched out her hand, and gently stroked the girl's fair skin with her wrinkled hands, and tears fell on her wrist.

"You've grown up...you've become smarter and braver. I should tell you the truth about your parents."

……

Henry had left at some point, and the tea left on the wooden table had lost its heat and the tea leaves had sunk to the bottom.

Grandma was still talking in a low voice, explaining the wider world to the well-protected, almost naive and ignorant girl.

"Your parents are great heroes, even if they... But the Pokémon League still made a promise."

"As the son of a martyr, any Pokémon academy in the Kanto region will welcome you if you wish, including the two most famous schools, the Pokémon Professional Research School and the Clearsob Academy."

Jill bit her lower lip tightly. The sudden influx of knowledge made her feel dazed for a moment and she didn't know what to do.

Whether it is the truth about her parents' murder or the more colorful world after leaving this small town, this girl who grew up under the protection and love of her grandmother and townspeople is deeply confused.

Therefore, she could only follow her grandmother's words and reply in a low voice.

"But...I don't want to be a trainer."

"It's okay, good girl." Grandma stroked the girl's hair and whispered, "Perhaps you have heard of 'Breeder'?"

Seeing a hint of interest in the girl's expression, the grandmother hurriedly struck while the iron was hot.

"This profession is different from being a Pokémon trainer. It is a profession for people who also have a passion for Pokémon but do not want to participate in Pokémon battles."

"And your mother's old classmate happens to be a breeder, and currently works at Clissober College."

"Be brave and try it like Psyduck, and witness the new territory that we have never set foot in for grandma and your parents, okay?"

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"What kind of school is Clissober College?"

Kona cleverly solved the doubts for the ignorant boy. When Xiaoye took back the Poké Ball and walked on the street, he couldn't help but ask.

"It sounds familiar. Is it a powerful Pokémon academy?"

“From a certain perspective, it is indeed a very good school.”

Kona did not laugh at Xiaoye's ignorance, but explained patiently.

"In contrast to the Pokémon Professional Research School, if the Pokémon Professional Research School is a hotbed of academia, then the Cleethorpe Institute is a comprehensive school, a hotbed for almost every profession except academia."

Kona's eyes dimmed a little, and his steps gradually slowed down.

"Perhaps it would be more eye-catching to prove it to you with an example. Our current champion is an outstanding graduate from this school."

Mr. Champion...

Xiaoye's breathing stopped for a moment, and her eyes were full of longing.

Although no one has ever seen the true appearance of this school, the mere reputation of "training future champions" is enough for all trainers to naturally develop a liking for it.

Next to him, without Xiaoye noticing, Kona's eyelashes drooped slightly when he saw the boy's eyes showing the same yearning as other trainers.

But before she could say anything, the boy, whose eyes were full of longing just now, seemed to suddenly think of something, and his expression returned to normal, even with a hint of regret.

This couldn't help but arouse Kona's curiosity, and she asked in confusion.

"What's wrong? As a trainer, you should admire the champion who is above everyone else, right?"

"I admire you for sure." Xiao Ye shrugged, but there was obvious disapproval in his eyes.

"But I don't agree that a teacher who teaches students can openly criticize the gym trainer. Mr. Ma Zhishi is a very competent gym trainer."

In fact, there is much more, such as what the young boy said about the attitudes of his seniors towards gym trainers.

A normal school, for example, should have great admiration for gym trainers who are powerful and officially certified by the Pokémon League, but not maliciously slandering them should be the basic requirement for students.

The performance of students in a school can also highlight the school spirit.

Rather than just having the halo of a school that has produced champions, Xiao Ye still admires Ma Zhishi, a responsible person whom she has personally met.

As a result, the filter I originally had for this school has faded a lot.

Kona smiled and nodded. Although she did not show any agreement or disagreement, judging from the slightly raised corners of her lips, she was quite satisfied with the answer of the novice trainer.

She took a small skewer of teppanyaki from a vendor nearby, took a bite and smiled.

“This is the meaning of the journey, to witness the so-called rumors with your own eyes, and to see the truth of the events with your own heart.”

"Relax and enjoy this long-awaited vacation."

Kona walked through the bustling crowd with his arms folded, looking up at the bright moon.

"I really envy and miss the ignorant yet brave youth."

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The next day

Kona disappeared early in the morning, leaving behind only a letter and a stone that felt warm to the touch.

From the beautiful handwriting in the letter, Xiaoye learned that Kona planned to take a short rest in the town for two days, so Xiaoye could move around freely and wait for Psyduck and Metapod to come back, and there was no need to pay any attention to her.

And that warm stone is her reward to the enthusiastic young people as an employee of the Pokémon League.

A precious water stone.

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So on the last day of the holiday, Xiaoye held a rental voucher in his hand and waved it in front of all the Pokémon in the dormitory provided by the Pokémon Center.

“If you are traveling by car, you can take a small boat to visit the surrounding islands!”

Ditto's eyes were wide open, and its little eyeballs followed the trajectory of Xiaoye's hand.

Since it’s a surrounding island, there must be a lot of delicious food, right?

want to eat!

Green Ivy Snake tilted its head as it looked at Ditto's stupid look, pretending not to know it.

Ditto naturally noticed the actions of the Green Ivy Snake. Its eyes rolled and it slowly changed into the appearance of the Green Ivy Snake.

Not long after the green vine snake turned its back to sight, it felt something poking its neck.

It quickly shifted its gaze, but what it saw almost made it lose its composure.

After Ditto transformed into a Green Vine Snake, it used its face to make many expressions and movements that it would never normally make, and the other Pokémon watching were all amazed.

I didn't expect that the Green Ivy Snake could be so cute when making a pitiful expression. Then why does it have such a stern face on weekdays?

The green vine snake suddenly became angry and stretched out its vines to arrest the culprit.

Ditto moves flexibly in the dormitory, and if it encounters an attack that it cannot avoid, it will extend its vines to resolve it.

The green vine snake was so angry that it simply threw away the vine whip and tried to catch it itself.

Xiaoye raised her legs to make room for them and watched them play with a smile.

After the incident on the St. Annun, Green Ivy Snake seemed to have untied the knot in its heart. These days, it doesn't mind Ditto's closeness at all, and even gives corresponding feedback.

The long-lost fighting and playing between them seemed a bit like when they first set out.

Nidoran lay on the bed and yawned out of boredom.

Compared to this group of noisy Pokémon, it missed Nidolang who disappeared with another boy more.

Long distance relationships are so painful...

Eevee jumped into Xiaoye's arms and watched with him the backs of Ditto and Snake chasing each other, sweeping its tail.

Great, finally no one is competing with me for the trainer!

Kiss! Stick! Hug!