Even Sinnoh champions have to work hard.

“I am afraid, but…” Kazama Shiromo paused, then tightened his grip on Lugia, “But I have never been afraid of you.”

P.S. Second update coming later.

P.S. I'm recommending a new book by a slacker: "My Non-Human Girlfriend," published by Chushou. High-quality content guaranteed.

As a demon lord, I've been to the deepest recesses of Hell, chatting and laughing with the Lord of Hell; I've also been to the highest peaks of Heaven, overlooking the entire world. But all that is in the past. I returned to Earth, became a proud teacher, and lived a peaceful life with a girlfriend but no house, until one day, a blob of slime appeared on my bed…

Chapter 99 Let's Break Up (Just kidding)

Have you never been afraid of me?

Lugia's lips curled into a bitter smile, but for some reason, she felt an inexplicable sweetness in her heart.

He was never afraid of me, no matter what I looked like.

"Actually, I'm scared to death." Kazama Shiramo looked at Lugia's smiling face and couldn't help but do something stupid, making Lugia's expression freeze instantly.

"Just kidding." Kazama Shiromo hugged Lugia tighter with one hand, looked intently into Lugia's eyes, and reached out with the other hand to gently tuck Lugia's hair behind her ear.

"Are you happy to be naughty like this?" Lugia reached out her little hand and pinched the soft flesh of Kazama Shiromo's waist hard, making Kazama Shiromo cry out in pain.

"It's still kind of fun to play pranks like this." Kazama Shiromo gently stroked Lugia's fair cheek, despite the pain in his waist. The pained expression on his face made Lugia involuntarily loosen the pressure on his hand.

“Lugia.” Kazama Shiramo just quietly looked at Lugia, just quietly looked at her. Sometimes the eyes can speak louder than the mouth. Kazama Shiramo just quietly looked at Lugia.

"Yes, Bai Mo." Lugia's tone was still a bit cold. It was hard to tell if she was genuinely angry or shy, or perhaps both. We can never truly understand the thoughts of female creatures. Even though their relationship had long since progressed beyond this, she still felt shy just from such eye contact.

Kazama Shiromo didn't say anything. He wasn't a shut-in, nor was he a pathetic virgin. He simply closed his eyes and settled down, and Lugia also cooperated by closing his eyes.

No answer or permission was needed; the two simply and naturally embraced and kissed, a simple yet incredibly sweet kiss that felt like an eternity.

The sea calmed after the kiss.

With that kiss, the storm ceased.

With that kiss, the dark clouds dissipated.

As if to fill in half of the previous gaps, this kiss was long and deep, sweet like a giant strawberry and starfruit cake in a chocolate castle.

With a simple yet passionate kiss, Lugia's long, black and white hair visibly turned back to white, still breathtakingly beautiful.

After a long while, their lips parted, and Kazama Shiramo looked at Lugia tenderly: "Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm, much better." Lugia smiled kindly, like a virtuous wife looking at her cheating husband, but her eyes flashed with a dangerous light.

"Then why are you looking at me with such a dangerous look?" Kazama Shiromo paused. "I even feel like you might pull out a very, very long knife from under your skirt sometime, the kind that could stab me to death."

"Don't you have any idea why I'm looking at you like this?" Lugia looked at Kazama Shiromo with a kind expression, but his expression was still somewhat terrifying. Even though he had returned from his dark state, why was he still like this?

"If it's about Articuno, I think I can explain it, and maybe even salvage it."

"No, after calming down, I can roughly guess that there's some misunderstanding. I'll interrogate that naughty little guy properly when I get back."

"Why do you use the word 'torture'? It sounds dangerous, okay?"

"When did I tell you, Power, that this kind of thing isn't dangerous?"

"She's just a child!"

"So we can beat them for hundreds of years longer!"

……

……

……

"Okay." Lugia gently tucked her side hair behind her ear. This was a gesture Lugia had made in front of Kazama Shiramo more than once. She knew that this gesture was extremely alluring, and she was also aware of Kazama Shiramo's little quirks.

When they were doing it, Kazama Shiromo especially liked to lick her earlobes, he was a pervert who was vaguely a bit of an ear fetishist.

As expected, this action made Kazama Shiromo's breathing quicken. Although Kazama Shiromo thought he had concealed it well, Lugia, as the God of Ocean Currents, still very sensitively caught this information.

"Stop getting horny." Lugia gently took Kazama Shiramo's hand. "Don't you think we should separate for a while?"

"Huh?" Kazama Shiramo was startled. He carefully observed Lugia's eyes and found that there was no lying in them, nor any pain in them. Kazama Shiramo was suddenly afraid because the lack of emotion proved that the other party had not hesitated.

Although Lugia's words sounded like a question, they didn't imply any doubt. It was simply a statement, as if he were just telling Kazama Shiramo the truth. This was true indifference, an indifference that made Kazama Shiramo somewhat uncomfortable.

"Why?" Kazama Shiromo frowned; this feeling made him very uncomfortable.

Lugia smiled and kissed Kazama Shiramo's cheek, like a mother comforting a child clinging to her before she went to work: "I've just come to a profound realization that I'm not really suited to stay by your side all the time. I used to always ignore this, to try not to think about it, but today I understand it very well..."

Lugia looked at Kazama Shiramo intently, their eyes meeting with a complex mix of emotions: disappointment, liking, desire, reluctance, determination, and lingering affection.

"What I want, you can't give me!"

What I want...

You can't give it to me!

Unable to refute, completely unable to refute it, Kazama Shiramo remained silent. Lugia had made it very clear that Kazama Shiramo could not give her what she wanted; this was an obvious and unchangeable fact.

Lugia wants to stay by Kazama Shiro's side, she wants the unconditional companionship of a feudal lord, she wants that unthinkable, forbidden place, which is completely different from what Ho-Oh wants.

Therefore, what Lugia wants, Kazama Shiramo really can't give.

"I don't want to stay by your side like this anymore." Lugia's tone was one of relief, and a mix of emotions that couldn't be easily described in words, but mostly it was a sense of letting go.

"I've thought it through. I'm really not suited to stay by your side forever." Lugia looked into Kazama Shiramo's eyes and said earnestly, "If I did, I would be greedily asking for more."

Kazama Shiromo lowered his head. At this moment, he really had no words to refute it; it was that simple.

"Don't be so disappointed." Lugia gently shook Kazama Shiro's hands, like a little fairy comforting her boyfriend in a coquettish way: "I can also stay in the Asian Islands to keep these three silly kids company. Promise me you'll come to see me every year, okay!"

P.S. I'd like to recommend a newbie's work. I'm not even sure if this guy qualifies as a newbie. The title is "My Youth Was About Seducing Naïve Girls." He didn't give me a synopsis, but the title should give you an idea of ​​what it's about.

P.S. The second volume should be pretty much finished by then, followed by the third volume.

Chapter 100 Asuna's Choice

Even if the love wasn't very dignified, the breakup should still be dignified.

Although Lugia didn't intend to break up, she still wanted to maintain a dignified appearance at this moment.

She no longer pursues anything so profound. She knows that what she's asking for is something the other person can't give her, and that standing by his side will only result in the same thing happening again and again.

Why not just let go a little? Maybe then neither of you will have such a hard time.

The only one that might fare slightly worse is Articuno...

Articuno was originally the bird that liked Lugia the most among the three birds, and the one that most wanted Lugia to stay. However, now it is probably... perhaps... it should be... completely heartbroken.

"Alright, alright, stop looking." Kyoka pulled Kazama Shiro into his arms, wrapping his wrists around his neck. "They've all left already, why are you still looking!"

Kyogre looked annoyed because Kazama Shiromo's appearance really annoyed him. He looked somewhat lost as he watched Lugia leave, even though Lugia's shadow had long since disappeared into the sky.

"I'm fine." Kazama Shiromo pouted unhappily, like a duck that was almost boiled but whose beak was still hard.

Kyogre was extremely displeased. He grabbed Kazama Shiramo's arm and tightened his grip on Shiramo's neck, forcing Shiramo to fall towards Kyogre's 36E bust, his face pressed against Kyogre's enormous heart.

"What are you doing, Georka?"

"Stop thinking about it!" Kyogre pouted, his lazy little eyes looking at Kazama Shiro with dissatisfaction: "Is Lugia really that good-looking?"

"It's not about whether it looks good or not!" Kazama Shiramo said, laughing and crying at the same time, as she broke free from Kyogre's embrace. "Really..."

Kyoka smacked Kazama Shiramo on the head with a hammer: "What's so real about her? If you really wanted to keep her, why didn't you go after her? You know perfectly well you can't keep her anymore, yet you're still putting on this act. Ha, men!"

“That’s not how it’s said.” Kazama Shiro looked up at the sky and sighed. “I know I may not have the right to say this, but some things can only be cherished in memory. They’re something to long for, but we know we can’t have them again. Perhaps…”

"What are you thinking?" Kyogre rolled his eyes at Kazama Shiromo, annoyed. "I don't understand you trainers. I'm going back to my Pokémon to sleep. Don't give me any lectures!"

After saying that, Kyogre didn't bother to listen to Kazama Shiramo's explanation. He pulled out his Poké Ball, tapped it, and went inside. The Poké Ball fell into Kazama Shiramo's hand, leaving Kazama Shiramo standing there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Calming himself, Kazama Shiro murmured softly to the horizon, "We'll meet again, won't we..."

Perhaps no one will hear it, but—

Perhaps it traveled a long way on the wind.

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The white-haired girl walked on, relentlessly moving forward in the darkness.

She is a god, the creator god, the greatest Pokémon on this planet, and the strongest being.

But what then?

What's the point of being the strongest if you can't even win back the person you love?

The pitch-black road exists between reality and the reversed world.

The path, which could only be opened by the combined efforts of Dialga, the god of time; Palkia, the god of space; and Giratina, the god of the reverse world, is now being traversed by a guest.

wait for me.

wait for me!

wait for me……

Wait for me, wait for me, wait for me, wait for me!

The ethereal voice echoed everywhere, like a cry between the other shore and the underworld, human speech yet not human speech.

Do you understand? Did you understand before? Do you understand now? Will you understand in the future? This feeling, the feeling I want to convey to you, has always been there!

Arceus—no, at this point she could no longer be called Arceus.

Dressed in pristine white, with long, flowing white hair, Asuna, like a goddess stepping out of mythology, spread her radiant, moon-like figure along the endless, dark road.

Like a lonely traveler in a blizzard, or a general standing firm amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, struggling through the endless night.

This road is both a beginning and an end.

It is the origin and starting point of all things, and also the final point of all things.

It is the birthplace of gods, and also the place where gods end; it is where they came from the beginning, and it will also be where they end.

She had struggled painfully for countless days and nights, but what is lost can never be recovered, and some things, once they become mistakes and regrets, can never be changed.

I want redemption!

It's funny, isn't it? People always seek salvation from the gods, but no one ever thinks about who can actually save the gods.