Mind Master of the Elf World

Chapter 433 Darkrai, have you ever considered debuting? (Seeking monthly votes!)
August 1, early morning.

The training ground behind the Pokémon Center in Poplar Town.

Jinghe plans to conduct some basic daily training with the little guys to maintain their good condition and expend more of their energy.

After all, Pokémon that have just woken up are full of energy, and if they don't expend it, they are prone to "accidents".

"You...saw Darkrai last night?"

Just as they were preparing for training, Jinghe heard Ice Nine-Tailed Fox's story.

"Yo-yo?"

Young Kyula tilted its head to the side.

Have it?

The little guy slept soundly yesterday and didn't feel a thing.

"Genga~~"

After waking up early and having a cup of Vitality Root Tea, Geng Gui exhaled calmly and waved to Jing He, indicating that there was no problem.

I've already taken care of everything.

As long as it doesn't destroy Poplar Town, Darkrai won't bother them.

Jing He's expression was strange. Gengar had actually managed to take down Darkrai?

I don't know if it was resolved physically, or through digestive issues, or perhaps...
Forget it.

Although Darkrai appeared last night, nothing happened, which means there shouldn't be any problems.

Good morning, Jinghe.

At this moment, Shiba, who was steaming and wrapped in a towel, arrived at the training ground with his Flying Kick.

Judging from his posture, it seems he has already taken Flying Kick Lang for a lap.

"I just finished a run around Baiyang Town to warm up. How about a match?" Shiba asked with a smile.

Run a lap around Baiyang Town as a warm-up.
Want to have another match?
Jing He's lips twitched slightly.

Who is Shiba?

The current fighting king of the Kanto Alliance, although only the fourth seat among the four Kanto Heavenly Kings, has a body that can be described as a physical saint, capable of directly confronting Onix.

However, exchanging punches with Shiba is just for fun.

If it really comes to hand-to-hand combat, we'll have to look to Ash from Pallet Town.

"No, I just had breakfast, so I don't recommend strenuous exercise."

“That’s true.” Shiba didn’t insist and nodded, “Then let’s go have breakfast first.”

Jinghe let out a soft breath.

But Shiba's words made him realize some things.

My waveguide has improved a lot over this period of time. I wonder if I can now handcraft wave missiles.

After evolving into Martial Arts Ursaring, Kuma should also be able to master the Aura Sphere move. I wonder if it will be able to use it.

There's also Charcoal Servant.

Ever since.

While Gengar, wearing sunglasses, led a group of creatures of all sizes running in the training field, Jinghe, along with Ushio and Tanjiro, sat cross-legged on one side of the training field, sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, cough, the power of aura.

Jinghe's method for training waveguides is actually quite simple.

Aside from occasionally using Aura to temporarily infuse Urshifu, Tanjiro, and Dragonite to boost their burst damage in a short period when necessary, it's mostly used for other purposes.
Use the power of the waveguide to relax the little guys, especially after battles and training.

Of course, this is secondary; the most important thing is to "feed" the rainbow feathers.

The Rainbow Feather is now almost always illuminated by neon lights, and at night it can even be used as a light bulb.

This method of exercise is characterized by its simplicity and unpretentiousness.

But it works.

With his eyes closed, Jinghe, using the waveguide, could clearly sense the auras of the two waveguides, one large and one small, on his left and right sides.

He could also feel the waveguide circulating within his body.

It seemed that wherever the flow passed, he could faintly sense any sensation emanating from that area.

Could it be that waveguide is the essence of internal martial arts?
After all, the Spirit Bomb is also a kind of martial art.

He can sense not only the aura of Urshifu and Tanjiro, but also the aura of any living thing around him, including Pokémon, plants, and insects.

However, their waveguides are relatively calm and scarce.

When necessary, he even felt as if he could manipulate their waveguides.

This may be one of the reasons why waveguides can enable telepathic communication.

suddenly.

Jinghe opened her eyes.

Looking at his raised finger, with a tiny, light blue orb floating at its tip, smaller than a grain of rice, he almost burst out laughing.

This is a disgrace to the Waveguide Messenger.

The strength of a waveguide is one thing, but whether or not it can be used is another.

For example, after sitting cross-legged for a while, Martial Arts Master Xiong gently rubbed a wave missile the size of a fist.

"Forget it."

Jinghe chose to give up.

Anyway, he never really had a chance to play.

Even in the wild, when danger arises, Gengar and the others are always at the forefront, and there's no stopping them.

The attacker came alone, but left "together".

If he encounters a powerful wild Pokémon or even a legendary Pokémon that even Gengar and others can't handle, then even his Aura Sphere won't work.

Go up and punch the other person?
He's not Ash Ketchum; he can't just shatter Mewtwo's barrier.

Ok?
Just as Jing He was about to withdraw his waveguide power, he faintly sensed an unusual waveguide aura.

Not only him, but also Urshifu and the others, as well as Gengar and the others, noticed it as well.

Look up.

Not far away, under the shade of a large, lush tree, hung a Darkrai.

Marshado, pouting and carrying a wooden stick, crawled out of the shade of the tree, cursing and swearing.

It wanted to say that it was the shade of the tree that attracted it first.

Before it could even speak, Darkrai crossed the field and came to Jinghe's side.

Judging from its condition, it seems it didn't sleep well last night?
His deep blue eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed somewhat listless, but the black and white clouds around his body were very active.

Darkrai?

"Genga~~"

Gengar came bounding over, very naturally, and grabbed Darkrai's neck before Darkrai could even react.

Hey, Jinghe, this is my old friend.

Darkrai: "."

Jinghe's cheek twitched slightly.

Surprisingly, Darkrai didn't resist too much; he simply stared intently at Jing He and said:

"It said, 'You're a Pokémon psychologist?'"

“Teacher,” Jing He emphasized.

I wouldn't dare call myself an expert; I'd only be somewhat qualified to be a teacher.

Darkrai nodded slightly, not dwelling on the words, but instead asking:

"Can you help Pokémon resolve some of their inner conflicts?"

Without a doubt, this is Gengar "bragging".

"Well, it depends on the specific situation," Jing He said.

As a professional Pokémon psychology teacher, Jinghe could tell at a glance that Darkrai had something on its mind.

Moreover, he could most likely guess what was on Dale's mind.

"And me?" Darkrai asked again, his voice slightly hoarse, after a moment of silence.

Jinghe glanced at it, then pretended to rest her chin on her hand, gently rubbing it twice, and said slowly in a gentle voice:
"You have someone you care about very much, but you probably won't see her anymore. However, for some reason, you often think of her and miss her."

Darkrai's eyes flickered slightly.

It seemed quite unexpected that Jinghe could "read" its mind.

Could this be the ability of a Pokémon psychologist?
This time, it remained silent for a longer period, and after a long while, it asked, seemingly somewhat nervously:
"Can you help me?"

Jinghe sighed softly.

This is probably what they mean by "a doctor cannot heal himself".

Darkrai, the god of nightmares, cannot control his own dreams.

Just like Jinghe.

As a psychologist well-versed in hypnotherapy, he can equip Gengar and other creatures with formidable hypnotic abilities, yet they often cannot control their own dreams.

Otherwise, if everything is possible in a dream, why would you need to return to reality?
“If you really need it,” Jing He said earnestly.

Generally speaking, Jinghe will not refuse help from Pokémon, regardless of whether there is a reward or not.

Of course, this is all within our capabilities.

Having already made up his mind, Darkrai did not hesitate.

"What should I do?"

"You don't need to do anything, just relax." Jing He smiled slightly.

"Gengar, Ninetales."

"Genga~"

"Ow~"

Gengar gave an "OK" sign, while Ninetales smiled gently at Darkrai.

Are you trying to hypnotize me?

Darkrai seemed to see through Jing He's intention and said, "Then you probably can't do it."

It was slightly disappointing.

No one can hypnotize it, not even itself.

"No." But Jinghe was very confident. "We can."

As he spoke, he gave Gengar a look.

Gengar understood, grinned maliciously, stuck out its tongue, and began rubbing its hands together.

Slowly, a black sphere appeared in Gengar's hand.

"A dark hole?!"

Darkrai was clearly taken aback when he saw the sphere.

But then I quickly realized. No, that's not it.

They just look somewhat similar.

This was actually just Gengar mimicking Dark Hole's "Hypnosis" spell; it just thought Darkrai's Dark Hole Hypnosis was pretty cool.

But as Darkrai gazed at the black sphere, Jing He's voice, as gentle as flowing water, echoed in his mind.

Gradually, it felt tired, and its eyelids started to droop.

"Ouch~~"

When the ethereal and melodious voice of the Ice Nine-Tailed Fox rang out, it was as if a switch in its heart had been turned on.

For a moment, its thoughts sank.

It was as if they were immersed in a deep spring.

A sunny afternoon.

Darkrai, whom people did not understand and regarded as a symbol of evil, dragged his weary body to a beautiful garden.

It looked tired and somewhat weak.

Its arrival was unsurprisingly discovered by the Pokémon in the garden.

The Pokémon tried to drive away this "uninvited guest".

But Darkrai was too tired; it just wanted to find a corner, a slightly quieter place, to rest.

Therefore, it attacked the Pokémon that tried to drive it away.

But it did not harm them.

It's just that the dark hole makes them sleep for a while, giving myself a little time to rest.

but.

It underestimated the strength and will of these Pokémon, and their resistance made its already exhausted body even weaker.

It took a lot of effort for Darkrai to finally hypnotize them.

At this moment, it lay on its back under a big tree, dappled sunlight filtering through the lush foliage, leaving floating spots of light on its body.

It gazed up at the sky, its gaze piercing through the gaps in the leaves to barely catch a glimpse of the fleeting sun—dazzling, striking, and alluring.
Darkrai was tired.

It's not just physical exhaustion, but also mental exhaustion.

I just feel that achieving this moment of peace is so difficult, so incredibly difficult.
It has no memory of how far it ran, hiding and dodging.

All it remembers is that wherever it goes, people and Pokémon regard it as an omen of bad luck, trying their best to drive it away or even try to exterminate it.

"Perhaps... dying like this isn't such a bad choice," Darkrai murmured to himself.

The sun, which is visible to ordinary people when they look up, can only be glimpsed for a fleeting moment when it passes through the gaps in the dense foliage of the forest.

It had had enough of being hated by the whole world and rejected by everyone.

At this moment.

Several more Pokémon in the garden discovered its presence.

They surrounded the big tree, their faces full of hostility, as if they were about to attack at any moment.

But Darkrai remained motionless, its will to resist extinguished.

In its view, only death can bring eternal peace.

Just as the Pokémon were about to attack it, a little girl suddenly appeared in its line of sight.

The little girl stopped the Pokémon and ran towards it.

It still remembers the girl's kind, friendly, and caring eyes.

At that moment, it thought, perhaps the sun's light is nothing more than this.

The girl's name is Alicia.

Give it food and water, and speak to it gently.

The courtyard belongs to everyone; if it wishes, it can settle down in the garden.

The girl could play a beautiful song called Orasion on a straw flute, which was said to have been taught to her by her mother.

That was Darkrai's favorite song.

Moreover, it miraculously discovered that this Orasion seemed to alleviate the nightmares it unconsciously caused to the creatures around it.

that moment.

Darkrai suddenly realized that perhaps the girl was its destined one.

It started from that time.

Darkrai became the girl's shadow, the guardian of the courtyard, and the guardian of the entire town of Aspen.

However, human life is short, and as time slips away unnoticed, the girl is also growing old little by little.

It wasn't until her death that Darkrai realized it might never see the girl again.

But some of the girl's words would often echo in its mind.

"Darkrai, remember to eat more so you can grow tall."

“Darkrai, what Olasion wants to express is hatred of war and a prayer for peace. You better behave.”

“Darkrai, the garden belongs to everyone, so we should get along well with everyone.”

"Darkrai."

"Darkrai."

"."

A glistening tear unconsciously slipped from Darkrai's eye, as lustrous as a pearl and as pure as a diamond.

Jinghe appeared beside it, gazing at the scene before it.

Is this what you wanted to see?

Jing He's expression was somewhat complicated.

The relationship between humans and Pokémon is truly amazing, especially when the right person meets the right Pokémon.

His mind was once again filled with Cynthia's words:

When lives meet, something is always born.

Darkrai did not speak, but its undulating body spoke volumes about its inner turmoil.

Jinghe said softly, "Memories are pearls, and bonds are diamonds."

"Whether your meeting was destined or a coincidence, it was beautiful, and that's enough."

“Memories are pearls, bonds are diamonds,” Darkrai repeated Jinghe’s words in a low voice.

"If you have the chance, go out for a walk," Jinghe said with a smile.

Go out for a walk?

"Memories are beautiful, but we can't live in one memory forever. The world is so vast. If you don't go out and see it, how will you know if you'll miss out on another pearl-like experience?"

Darkrai remained silent.

But it felt that Jinghe's words actually made a lot of sense.

"Gengga~ Gengga~"

Gengar and Ninetales suddenly appeared beside it, with Gengar nodding in agreement, looking like a seasoned veteran.

Darkrai could sense that Jinghe's Gengar was quite old.

Given its age, humans could not possibly live that long.

So Darkrai couldn't help but be curious, "Have you ever had similar memories?"

"Genga~"

Gengar scratched its head.

No, this is enough for me.

“So what are you going to do in the future?” Darkrai glanced at the smiling Jing He, paused, and continued, “…”

Gengar, however, patted Darkrai on the shoulder with a mature air and barked twice with a laugh.

"Genga~"

You're still young. If Jinghe just won't let him do it, then it'll be fine.

Darkrai: "?"

Gengar spread its arms and burst into laughter.

"Genga!!"

If we make Jinghe immortal, wouldn't that solve the problem?!

"Ow~"

Nine-Tails agreed with this.

Darkrai suddenly realized.

It turns out that this is also possible?

Jing He: "."

boo——

The scene before my eyes vanished like bubbles.

"Thank you."

Darkrai's condition had clearly improved a lot, and it sincerely expressed its gratitude to Jinghe.

Jinghe waved his hand.

Having encountered many Pokémon, this was no longer a difficult task for him.

However, for Darkrai, this was not only a chance to reminisce and meet the person it most wanted to see, but also a new experience.

After all, it used to quietly enter other people's dreams to witness the things that happened in those dreams.

This was the first time it had been hypnotized and simultaneously had its dreams and memories entered.

Hypnotizing it is not an easy task, let alone entering its dreams.

"In return, I might be able to teach Gengar Dark Hole," Darkrai offered.

It could see that Gengar had a real talent for this and might have a chance to master it.

"Genga~"

But Gengar waved its hand, indicating:
It's alright, I don't need it.

For a moment, Darkrai had the illusion that his Dark Hole held no appeal whatsoever.

It narrowed its eyes, staring at Gengar, its gaze seeming to say—

Don't force me to teach you about the Dark Hole.

At this moment, Jinghe suddenly said:
"If you want to go out and see the world in the future."

Do you have any recommendations?

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