Chapter 147: Farewell, Trainer!

Chapter 148: Farewell, Trainer!

In the sky, the trails left by the light and fiery scales gradually dissipated. Chu Suihan looked at Volcarona, who was currently arranging matters for its companions, and suddenly thought of another version of the Pokédex description suited for subduing demons and defeating monsters.

"Did you know? It seems that in another legend, Volcarona is considered a rather violent arsonist type, spending all day scattering fiery scales. It's a Pokémon with an extremely high hazard rating."

These scales are unique to the Volcarona evolutionary line. Chu Suihan estimated that if one were to compare them in terms of combustion, the only difference from white phosphorus might be that they don't need to be stored underwater.

Mewtwo lowered their altitude: [Why did you suddenly bring this up?]

"I've been thinking about weapon ammunition, and it always seems to start from attribute-based energy, but Volcarona's dance gave me a different inspiration."

Chu Suihan said, "Fiery scales can be used as magazines for flamethrowers. I wonder if there are materials from other Pokémon that can also serve as ammunition magazines."

Frosmoth's scales are also great materials for making freezing gun magazines.

If all else fails, taking inspiration from Spider-Man to make a web shooter wouldn't be out of the question.

"As expected, sleep spray is still the most useful, whether against people or Pokémon. It's just a pity that those raw materials are definitely restricted and hard to get our hands on."

He would only be able to use Scrooge's alias to acquire them, and the price definitely wouldn't be cheap.

So, robbing the robbers is the way to go.

[I don't know why you like these things so much, but you should probably consider how to deceive someone right now.]

Mewtwo said: [Your friend is rapidly approaching. To put it bluntly, he's sprinting. He must have sensed the change in Volcarona's strength.]

"It's fine, he's used to it."

Chu Suihan looked up and saw Bugsy's stunned face, then calmly pulled a Heavy Ball out of the incense burner.

Aiming—

"Wait a minute! I just came over to ask how you pulled that off!"

Bugsy instantly raised his hands in surrender, "Don't throw that thing at me! I won't say anything about Heal Pulse, and your partner is definitely Psychic."

"But how do you explain Volcarona's strength suddenly shooting up like that!"

Chu Suihan remained calm and composed: "Because the energy cube I made is an elixir. If all else fails, you can also understand it as a Rare Candy."

Bugsy:?

"Please speak human."

Chu Suihan laughed: "Human speech means I helped Volcarona sort out its own thoughts a bit, and then resolved the hidden injuries on its body."

"This is what it's supposed to look like, understand?"

Bugsy had a sudden flash of insight: "So that's how it is. It seems you actually learned some genuine things at Joy Academy. I thought you might have triggered some ancient relic skill."

"Don't worry, though. I haven't told a soul. After all, I'm the only one in this place who could visually observe Volcarona's changes."

Mewtwo looked at Lapras and Milcery, who were pretending nothing had happened, and sighed inwardly.

How should I put it? This friend is worth keeping.

Even though he had already guessed the correct answer, as long as his friend spoke up, he chose to believe it.

Volcarona landed: "Moth."

We are about to begin our next phase of action.

Bugsy was taken aback: "What did it say?"

Chu Suihan explained: "It says it's going to carry out some next-phase action. Do you have records of this on your end?"

Bugsy smiled: "I understand that part. It seems to be the Bug-type Pokémon's way of giving back to this plain. Don't you think the natural environment here is quite nice?"

Following Volcarona, Chu Suihan immediately learned what they were going to do.

Volcarona led the Pokémon under its command to moonlight as beneficial insects, absorbing harmful substances from tree bushes and then handing them over to the Poison-type Pokémon in the team to process.

The refined venom essence was given to the Nidoking family, while damaged leaves and the like were swallowed by the Pokémon as food.

Aside from the venom essence, the Pokémon also left behind bug silk, special-effect scales, and other items, giving them as gifts to the Pokémon of the plains.

"It's a bit like barter, but the Bug-type Pokémon don't seem able to carry away that many things."

"Moth."

Volcarona walked over, asking Chu Suihan if he had any containers that could hold things.

"I do."

Chu Suihan smiled: "Don't tell me you're going to give me a Pokémon egg, your offspring?"

"Mo, Moth!"

I'm very busy normally, and I haven't even met anyone I like yet!

So having no offspring is definitely not my problem!

The light on Volcarona's body began to flicker erratically, almost as if the word "shy" was written across its forehead.

"I won't tease you anymore. As a guiding king, it's normal not to have time to look for a partner."

Chu Suihan took out a small bottle: "This should be enough, right?"

"Moth."

A wisp of smoke shimmering with red light drifted gently into the bottle. Under Volcarona's precise control, not a single scale fell outside the bottle.

"Are these your fiery scales?"

Volcarona nodded: "Moth."

I heard from the elder seniors of the clan that humans seem very afraid of our scales. I'll give them to you.

Just like you taught me, you must protect yourself well too.

"Thanks."

Chu Suihan patted Volcarona's head: "Your strength has improved, and your path in the future will definitely be a bit smoother."

"Moth."

Volcarona nodded, turned around, and flew up into the high sky. Circles of firelight began to expand outward, flashing in a fixed rhythm.

It was leaving, continuing forward along this migration path of life, carrying out its responsibility.

"Mew... mew."

Lapras sighed, remarking that this was a very responsible Volcarona.

"Milu."

Fit to be an Emperor!

[Based on the scans of Viridian Forest, for most humans, it seems they could now ask Volcarona if it would like to become their partner.]

"That is indeed the case, but a friend of mine told me before that I shouldn't do that."

Even though it could escort the Bug-type Pokémon with the three little ones this time, it wouldn't necessarily be the case in the future; he couldn't possibly have this much free time every year.

Ash had once encountered a similar situation, meeting powerful and precious Pokémon during his travels, yet he didn't catch every single one of them.

Because among them were also the lords of the forest, the guardians.

And some released companions had similar reasons, save for a certain Pidgeot that was forgotten for over twenty years and only showed up at the very, very end.

Much like in the Kalos region, when Ash ultimately chose to say goodbye to Goodra, hoping it would stay in the wetlands to protect its companions.

Chu Suihan put his hands in his pockets, leaned against a tree, and quietly watched the Bug-type Pokémon flying in the sky.

It truly was a friend from the past, because right now, let alone Ash, Red and Green hadn't even set out on their journeys yet.

"Pokémon have their own lives and goals; you can't force it, nor is there any need to force it."

Chu Suihan examined the glowing fiery scales in the bottle: "If I really wanted to treat everything as mine, wouldn't it be enough for me to just take a trip to Mt. Coronet?"

Catch Arceus, and everything belongs to me! (Crossed out)

Mewtwo nodded silently, a very brief trace of a smile appearing at the corner of its mouth.

Lapras's expression was like someone who had discovered a new continent: "Mew! Mew!"

Little Mewyou, you smiled!

[I did not]

"Milu!"

Third Sister, look here!

Chu Suihan and Mewtwo instinctively turned their heads, and the latter's mouth twitched heavily, almost breaking its composure.

Milcery had appeared from parts unknown, having recorded Mewtwo's facial expression from a moment ago in an instant, and then used cream to recreate the exact same sculpture at the speed of light.

It was essentially live-carving dark history.

Lapras sang happily: "Mew! Mew!"

Well done, Emperor Milcery!

Mewtwo: [...]

Specks of silver scales drifted down from the sky. Chu Suihan reached out to catch a speck of scale, then looked up at the plain that was gradually getting dressed in silver, a smile appearing on his face.

"The Silver Plain—truly a magnificent view."

This was not only the beauty of the natural environment, but also the beauty in the meaning of life.

The scales covering the entire plain signified that, at least at this juncture, the Bug-type Pokémon had all received adequate rest and could continue their migration.

The weightless, dandelion-like scales seemed to carry a trace of warmth, resembling a cozy snowy landscape.

The Nurse Joys all sat on the grass, reaching out alongside the Chanseys to welcome the scales falling from the sky.

Perhaps among them was a scale from a Pokémon they had once healed, hiding words of unspeakable gratitude from the Pokémon.

Bugsy lay flat on the ground with his limbs splayed out, using every part of his body to experience the wonderful sensation of the scales pressing against him.

Running all this way to such a plain every year to pull all-nighters—isn't it just for this very moment?

Witnessing the beauty of life and the vibrant vitality of the Bug-type Pokémon was simply a double enjoyment for him.

On the outskirts, the Officer Jennys executed their final task, seeing off all the Pokémon leaving the Silver Plain and guarding against any malicious characters trying to pull a reverse ambush.

A Growlithe sneezed, then quite skillfully grabbed the gas mask hanging around its neck, tossed it onto its face to cover its mouth and nose, stuck its rump in the air, and shook the scales off its body.

Well, even with a slight dust allergy, it wouldn't prevent him from continuing to see the Pokémon off!

I, Growlithe, have the "Super Responsible" Ability!

"Woof!"

"Hey, you three stop messing around. I feel like something is a bit wrong with the situation."

Chu Suihan glanced at the amount of scales around him, then looked down at his own body.

He felt like his entire person was fast approaching the color of his hair.

There were simply too many scales landing on him.

Seeing this, Lapras and Milcery shared a silent understanding and quickly cooperated, each taking one shoulder to push Mewtwo backward.

"Mew... mew."

"Milu."

Third Sister, let's teach you another unwritten family rule: when the trainer encounters this kind of thing, we just need to sit back and watch the show.

Lapras looked earnest: "Mew... mew."

Because the Trainer is much stronger than us; at times like this, you can completely trust him.

[But I feel like you two just simply want to watch the excitement.]

"Milu!"

What kind of talk is that, what kind of talk!

Milcery looked solemn. How could this sort of thing be called watching the excitement? I certainly wouldn't tell you that another unwritten family rule in this household is that you can use the Trainer as target practice!

Mewtwo:?

The "snow" continued to fall. The three sisters, topped with heads full of silver scales, quietly watched as their trainer maintained his pose and was buried by the scales, their expressions resembling a farewell just before the final handful of soil is thrown.

Trainer, farewell!

(End of this chapter)