Pokémon elements

Asen and Miao came out of the waiting hall and walked towards the corridor leading to the stands. At this moment, Asen looked happy, and the curve of his mouth perfectly drew out a warm breath, while Miao had a sullen face, as if she had offended someone.

"Asen, do you think I've gone too far..." Miao lowered her head and muttered.

"Are you talking about the battle with Shun Iwasaki just now? His own skills are inferior to others, and his defeat to you can only prove that you are superior! We don't play tricks, we don't play tricks, and we win gloriously - not to mention, it's He provoked you first, so there is no need for you to feel sorry!" Others may not have heard clearly the exchange of words between them before the war started, but Asen, who was standing at the entrance of the passage behind Miao, could clearly hear that it was indeed Iwasaki Shun who was rude. First. For such an ungentlemanly person, Miao's response was appropriate.

"Oh, really..." Miao seemed to be a different person at this moment, as docile and cute as a cat, lovable. While traveling, Miao showed such tenderness only when she was around Asen. Because the trip made her know that in front of some people who are arrogant and domineering or who are self-righteous and arrogant, you have to be stronger than them. But those who are truly kind to themselves must be sincere... She knows that this is what Asen does.

"Yeah! There's absolutely no problem! If someone bullies you, I will never let them get anything good! Don't say Iwasaki Shun, if there are ten of them, I won't let you suffer at all!" Asen patted him. On the back of Miao, who was walking side by side, an extremely weighty sentence came out of the mouth of this ten-year-old boy.

"Can I take it as your promise?" Miao smiled happily, with a blush on her pretty smile. She jumped in front of Asen, turned around, and stared at him: "You said, have I grown up? Don't you always say that I can't grow up... hum..."

A smile of relief overflowed from the corner of Asen's mouth, and he said jokingly: "I am too big, but my breasts are not enough...hehehe..." Miao tilted her head in anticipation, but got what Asen said, which was obviously pretentious. With her teasing answer, she wanted to smile brightly, but she just said "Humph" arrogantly and strode forward pretending to be angry, leaving Asen aside.

"Hey, Miao, I was wrong...I was wrong...wait for me!" Asen could only shake his head and smile, and then caught up with her...

The midday sun cut people's shadows short. It was a sunny day, and everything was so vigorous, as if it was deliberately going against Iwasaki Shun. Everything around him was against him, and no one comforted him. When people sympathize, nothing goes their way...

He was alone in the shade of a tree, standing upright under the shade, leaning on the trunk of the tree gloomily. Like a wild flower that has withered away from the sun, it is languid and listless. He felt that his edge had been flattened, and the brilliance he exuded had been obliterated - in his consciousness, all his proud capital had been stripped away...

"Hey, isn't this our invincible rookie Iwasaki Jun!" A calm voice came from behind Iwasaki Jun - his voice seemed to be cold enough to freeze the beating flames and seal the scorching sun. The voice came from a young man, dressed in black, with sunglasses covering his eyes. The fierce murderous aura still spread from his body. Under the blazing sunshine, the air seemed to be frozen, and the air was freezing.

Iwasaki Shun turned around without any panic, and his pride still couldn't fade away, even though he thought he was hit hard: "Huh, there's nothing I can't bring up - Brother, where did you come from? !" Iwasaki Shun's strength is inevitably mixed with a bit of astringency. After all, he is only a 1-year-old child.

But the other person is different. He seems to be about sixteen years old, his face is as calm as ice, and his tone is as serious as iron: "Oh, my tone is not good! But, he is a good young man!"

"Oh, it seems that you have given me some advice?! Why are you so embarrassed?! I'm very unhappy now!" Jun Iwasaki had a disdainful expression. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a repressive tone. His heart was not fear, but fear. It's... an impulse to compare the other person.

"A yellow-haired girl has been defeated, and you still want me to give you advice?! You are so powerful! I can destroy all of you with just one Pokémon! Don't drag me in front of me! You don't have the capital!" The boy in black didn't want to get angry with him, but he really needed to say some harsh words to kill his spirit.

"Hey, this proud brother - what do you do?" Jun Iwasaki used an extremely sarcastic tone, trying to overshadow the man's momentum, but he found that he couldn't.

"It's nothing - I just see how pitiful you are and want to give you a chance to become stronger... Since you don't appreciate it, I'll just leave..." This sentence sounded plain and ordinary at first, but after listening to it, After that, Iwasaki Shun felt a chill down his spine and his hair stood on end... It is no exaggeration to say that it was simply - creepy. Behind the tone of this sentence, there was unexpectedly hidden unfathomable depression... As the sun flickered, Jun Iwasaki caught a glimpse of a pair of deep black pupils hidden under the sunglasses - those black pupils seemed to have devouring magic power. Take another look. , maybe you will fall into his eyes...

"Uh...Brother...Brother, stay!" Iwasaki Jun unexpectedly spit out some respect.

"Okay! Tsk tsk tsk... I usually don't waste good seeds!" The corner of the black-clothed boy's mouth pulled out an evil arc, as cold as a ghost and as ferocious as a devil!

"Slow, wait! You have to fight with me! If I lose, then I will let you control me - as long as I can become stronger, it doesn't matter what I do!" Iwasaki Shun became frightened for a long time.

"Okay! Okay! Good boy! Call me Kuroyu! I'll show you what it means to be truly powerful! I'll torture you as you wish," Kuroyu took off the six Pokmon Balls from his waist, " Pick one at random and beat all six of you!"

"Hiss..." Jun Iwasaki couldn't help but take a breath, timidly stretched out his hand, and pointed at a Pokmon ball.

"Oh, this? Look who it is?!" Black Feather casually threw up the chosen treasure ball, silver light poured out, and a delicate figure appeared.

"Ah ha, did you pick the weakest one in my team? You seem to have good luck," Kuroba said halfway through what he said. Iwasaki Shun's heart was slightly relieved, but the next sentence made his heart rise again. At first glance, he felt as if he was standing in front of the gate of hell, "However, Cannian... I can only hold on for a few more seconds! You... will lose miserably..." The last sentence was so absolute. , so terrifying, so resounding in my mind - that terrifying word seems to be destined to end.

The Pokémon lay there calmly, its brown-yellow skin was particularly unique, and it was definitely not the skin color that ordinary species should have. Golden fluff circles its neck, making it look luxurious, elegant, smart and cute. The golden fluff on its forehead rolled up into the shape of flames, and its golden and fluffy tail swayed and swept in the air - it was calm and comfortable, exuding a condescending sense of oppression...

"That, that's the Flash Fire Elf!" Iwasaki Shun couldn't help but screamed in shock. His frightened look made Kuroyu's mouth appear with a weird smile.