Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

"Well..."

Sensing the trainer's emotions, Morpeko also lowered his head, sinking into dejection.

I can empathize with you. Nanyin also went through a period of time, a weary life where joy and sorrow coexisted.

"So, I want to become the next champion and revitalize Spiketown, even if that's a long way off."

The girl's calm declaration revealed her determination and perseverance.

As she said, if she wants to stand at the top of Galar, she is destined to face the current champion, the strongest trainer - Leon.

"So, even if the shouting team's good intentions backfired, I still won't allow it."

"On matters of principle, there is no room for compromise. What I need is to win a fair and square battle."

Just like her, she murmured to herself that before meeting Nan Yin, Mary had made a promise with the chestnut-haired girl, Yuri, to stand together on the final stage of the championship.

"It's a very good goal, but revitalizing a town doesn't necessarily mean winning the championship. That ambition is too grand and too heavy."

Dan is too powerful. To this day, he has never lost a regular match. If he wants to defeat him in the arena, it will be extremely difficult to do so based on the memory of Marie.

Although Nan Yin is not a saint who is charitable, helping a girl is a small act of kindness that an adult should have.

"You mean, there are other methods?"

The black-haired girl tilted her head blankly, her breathing becoming slightly rapid.

"Of course, the Galar region relies too much on Dynamax, making Spiketown, which cannot use Dynamax, an anomaly."

"If you focus solely on this aspect, you'll be putting the cart before the horse. What you need to think about is what truly makes you unique, rather than blindly following the crowd."

While the Gigantamax show in Galar is undoubtedly a grand spectacle, with two colossal beasts, each nearly a hundred meters long, clashing and attacking, even the most mundane scene is instantly enlivened, attracting a constant stream of visitors.

But if we lose Dynamax, is there nothing left to attract our attention?

The answer is naturally no. Each region has its own unique characteristics. Moreover, after Rose entrusted Eternatus with the matter, who knows whether Galar can maintain such a battle environment in the future?

Once a venomous dragon, imprisoned for a thousand years, is freed, would it heed the advice and comfort of others and then selflessly contribute its abilities?

"Champions and superstars are both part of society, but they are also a very special kind of triumph. Being driven by the atmosphere and forcing yourself to pursue distant goals is actually making things difficult for yourself. Sometimes, learning to compromise can make things easier for yourself and make the world simpler."

"Music and entertainment—since Spiketown has made its name in these areas, why not extend its development in that direction?"

"What you say makes a lot of sense, but..."

Speechless for a moment, Mary naturally wanted to say something, but when the words reached her lips, she choked up.

She wasn't an extroverted person to begin with, and since they weren't familiar with each other, how could she possibly ask for more help?

Besides, the person in front of her is only the same age as her, so how could he lead the generation and easily replace her established goals?

However, this idea was instantly overturned by the next sentence—

"I am also a king, and I only hope that what I just said can be of some help to you."

Chapter 249 Next Stop

"Heavenly King?"

Marie's pupils narrowed slightly. She saw the silver-haired girl's calm face and the elegant Pink Diamond Princess by her side. This detail suddenly connected all the clues—a trainer who could tame such a rare Pokémon was indeed no ordinary traveler.

“You are… Carlos’s Fairy King.” The girl’s voice was slightly strained from restraint.

She recalled a brief news report from six months ago about the birth of the youngest "Four Heavenly Kings" in the history of the cross-regional alliance.

"Hmph." Upon hearing this, Korni leaned against her friend's shoulder with a hint of pride. "Now you believe me, right? My Nan Yin is a tactical mastermind that even Champion Karuni has praised."

Raindrops fell from the neon sign, creating tiny ripples at the three people's feet. Mary clenched Morupa's small paws, the leather gloves making a soft rustling sound.

She suddenly bowed deeply, her short black hair falling down with the movement: "Please teach me!"

“There’s no need for that.” Nan Yin reached out and supported the girl’s elbow. This action made Mary notice the thin calluses on the girl’s fingertips, which were the marks left by holding Poké Balls and reading books for a long time.

The Fairy King's voice was like soothing a frightened titmouse, "What I want to say is that there is more than one way to revitalize your hometown than by winning the championship. How about we have a detailed discussion with your brother?"

"Um......"

After giving their quiet approval, they continued forward through the graffiti tunnel. As they turned the corner, they heard intermittent guitar music coming from the alley. Several young people in ripped jeans were rehearsing, but the music kept getting stuck in a certain measure.

"When changing scales, the left hand should move up two frets." With a desire to offer guidance, Nan Yin stepped forward amidst the boys' astonished gazes. "Using a diminished seventh chord here would make the transition smoother."

With her slender fingers lightly pressing on non-existent strings, she sang a melody. Mary was surprised to find that this impromptu adaptation perfectly blended the iconic screaming vocals of Spiketown with the vocal techniques of traditional folk songs.

"You also understand music?"

"I only know the basics."

This is not a lie. In the past, Nanyin would indeed practice musical instruments in her spare time and use music to soothe her emotions. Moreover, the improvisation just now was based on the battle accompaniment of Spike Dojo from the game.

“Every region has its own unique artistic heritage. The rock music of Spike Town is the most precious intangible cultural heritage. Making good use of it and showcasing it to the public is a good direction.”

Listening to the former's words, the black-haired girl's eyes gradually brightened. She thought of the old-fashioned stereo in the warehouse, the hair her brother lost while staying up all night writing songs, and how each member of the shouting team actually had a pretty good singing voice.

"Please explain to us in detail!"

......

The lounge of the Spike Dojo was filled with the scent of woody fragrance. The young man, who had just seen his sister and heard her purpose, handed three glasses of sparkling water to the guests. Water droplets from the cans meandered down his tattooed wrist.

"I apologize for the poor hospitality. This room is also used as a rehearsal room."

"Brother, this King of Southern Music has unique insights into the development of Sharp Nail Town..."

As Mary recounted her story, Nie Zi's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

“So,” he said, crossing his legs and leaning against the old sofa, his studded earrings swaying with the movement, “the famous Fairy King is going to give advice to our declining town?”

Ignoring the sharpness in her words, Nan Yin glanced at the old photos hanging on the wall. Young Mary was standing in the corner of the open-air stage, holding a crying mask, while Nie Zi on stage was helplessly bowing to the empty audience.

"I heard that Spike Town holds a music festival every year?"

"It's just locals entertaining themselves." Nie Zi swallowed his soda, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Last year, there were fewer audience members than staff."

Even with heavy eye makeup and prominent black and white highlights, the young man's deep dark circles were still undeniable.

“Dynamaxing makes Galar battles grand and visually stunning, but music can be just as moving without energy points.” Nan Yin pointed to the handwritten sheet music mounted on the side, to the track that had been repeatedly modified and marked “Song of Support for Marie”.

The people before him had been working tirelessly for Spiketown, so it was no wonder he felt resistant when he first heard their intentions. How could strangers who knew so little about this land possibly offer constructive suggestions?

"What we lack is not talent, but a stage for the world to see."

The young man's fingernails dug into the armrest of the sofa.

The rain started again, pattering against the metal decorations on the dojo's roof. Nan Yin opened the holographic map amidst the patter, her fingertips tracing Galar's intricate railway network: "The express train from Motostoke to Hammerlocke carries 30,000 passengers daily, and the canyon in front of Spiketown is the only route."

Korne, as if on cue, spoke up, "Hold a concert in the canyon as the train passes by, so the passengers can see it through the windows—"

"Seeing the giant holographic projection on the cliff face," Nan Yin chimed in at the right moment, "this was just a plan I came up with on the spot when I came here."

Nie Zi's eyes widened involuntarily. As he stood up, he accidentally knocked over a soda can, the liquid spreading across the drawing paper in dark musical notes. "There's a sightseeing train coming in three days," he thought, grabbing the damp paper and frantically making corrections. "If only we could use those previously unused sound systems on both sides of the canyon..."

"The crucial problem is that SharpNail Town lacks the resources for publicity and the funds to prepare projection equipment..."

Speaking silently, Mary had clearly taken the current situation in Spiketown into account.

"President Loz is pushing for new energy reforms and is also very interested in the proposal to 'revitalize local specialty economies'."

Before the visit, Nan Yin could not have made any confident guarantees, but after a long talk with the chairman, she already understood his philosophy.

Yes, Dynamax has indeed boosted Galar's economy, but with the energy problem still unresolved and into the future, industrial transformation is necessary. How can a region put its future under a precarious foundation?

“I can help you contact the chairman and provide practical assistance for this plan.”

The title of Heavenly King can play a role in this.

"......grateful."

Great kindness needs no words of thanks, yet neither Mary nor Nie Zi could stop expressing their gratitude.

This is understandable, considering that this opportunity arose from a single encounter.

That night, declining any attempts to persuade her to stay, Nan Yin and her friends bid farewell to Spiketown and headed towards their final destination. As her gaze shifted, her phone screen displayed a recently sent email—the recipient being none other than Loz, the president of the Galar Alliance.

"The deal's done?" The blonde girl draped a coat over her shoulders and they strolled together in the night.

"Ah."

No more words are needed; our companionship day and night is the best answer.

Three days later, at dusk, passengers on the sightseeing train 'Galar Star' were surprised to find the train gradually slowing down in the Spikeggle section, and the conductor's deliberately lowered voice came over the loudspeaker: "Dear passengers, please enjoy the special performance outside the window..."

Countless points of light lit up on the rock walls on both sides of the canyon, Nie Zi's music blasted through several hidden speakers, and Mary's singing, like a clear spring, adorned the local customs and traditions.

"We are the forgotten rusty nails—"

"Yet, amidst the torrent of steel, they sang the most defiant voice!"

The holographic projection magnified the figures of the brother and sister to the size of a towering mountain. Members of the cheering team stood on the suspension bridge and sang in unison, the sound waves causing rocks to tumble down the cliff face.

Passengers raised their cameras, and the flashes of light created a sea of ​​stars.

Nan Yin and Ke Erni stood on a distant mountain ridge, the night breeze ruffling their hair.

"They will get better and better."

"Just like us."

She saw a smile playing on their lips. She knew that this tiny spark would eventually ignite a prairie fire—just like their clasped fingers, quietly taking root where no one knew.

Chapter 250 Disciple and Master

The scenery outside the window flashed by as the train sped along its designated track.

Nan Yin was sitting diagonally opposite her friend, quietly working on the follow-up training plan.

The Isle of Armor is the last stop on Galar's journey, and it's a very good place.

Aside from the cooking of Max Soup and the skills he practices, there is much to learn from Master Mash, such as his wide-area combat ability to enhance the clearing power of Psychic-types and his versatile use of Ground Pulse depending on the terrain.

These are all moves that fit their team composition well, enough to make up for the offensive and defensive coordination that they had not been familiar with before.

Looking out the window, the seascape and city lights came into view. A bridge had been built between the Isle of Armor and the Galar mainland, making it accessible without taking a flight.

Turning her gaze away, Korni looked at her friend—who was resting her cheek on her hand, tilting her head slightly, the soft flesh slightly sunken as she was squeezed, looking quite languid.

What's even more different is that the gentle warmth in his gaze is even greater than before.

"what happened?"

A lingering gaze will always alert a sensitive girl.

"Well, although it's only early summer, the weather today is rather scorching." This was a change of topic.

"Indeed, that armored dragon kid has been getting more and more excited lately."

Fortunately, Nan Yin didn't mean to expose it.

After a few casual words, the train came to a safe stop, and tourists gradually got up.

As the crowd stepped out of the checkpoint, just a short distance forward, a sweet, cloying female voice approached.

"Welcome, welcome! You're the ones Master was talking about... Eh?"

Turning my head to look at the source of the sound, I saw a voluptuous woman.

She looked young, in her early twenties, and still had a youthful vivacity.

Her pink and white curly hair was held back by a butterfly hair clip, and her dark eyeshadow complemented the beauty mark on her lips. She wore a green and purple vest with a wool coat on top, which concealed her figure while highlighting her enviable physique. Her lower body was covered by shorts that only covered the top of her legs and contrasting stockings that went past her knees.

Confident, stylish, and quite charming.

This was Nan Yin's first impression of the person in front of her.

"My name is Nan Yin, and this is my—"

"Korne".

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the girl's voice, whether intentionally or by coincidence, it was unclear.

"Hmm, I remember now, it's you two. I'm Clara, so I should be considered your senior sister~"

Clara nodded in agreement, trying to hide her embarrassment at having forgotten.