Pokémon, but cultural invasion

Lijia hung up the phone and called Aju.

Chapter 49 Do You Believe in Light?

"Hello, would you be interested in learning about the theory of elven liberation?"

Quanshu brushed the hand off his shoulder, turned around, and said, "Sorry, I'm not interested."

The man who stopped him was a middle-aged man with a bulbous nose, whose cloudy eyes stared straight at him.

"You're the challenger of the Rainbow City Gym? Whether you succeed in getting the badge or not, I want to ask you a question: Are your Pokémon truly willing to battle?"

"How pathetic are Pokémon that are enslaved by Poké Balls, driven by humans, and unable to act according to their own will?"

The man with the bulbous nose was gesturing wildly, sometimes spreading his hands, sometimes clutching his heart, completely absorbed in his own theory.

so troublesome.

The spring and the trees silently spewed.

The biggest difference between Team Plasma and other villainous organizations is that Team Plasma was the first organization to superficially convince the masses with ideals and aspirations, and to have people genuinely accept and believe in it.

Compared to other organizations that merely shout slogans, a large portion of the lower-ranking members of Team Plasma genuinely believe in the theory of Elf liberation.

The fanatics worshipped N, the king chosen by Quetzs, who held a high position and real power, similar to the pope.

Unable to endure the other person's long-winded explanation, Izumi asked, "You're not a Pokémon, how would you know whether a Pokémon wants to stay in its Poké Ball or wants to battle?"

"Our King—Lord N—is someone who is connected to the soul of Pokémon. He hears the cries of the Pokémon inside the Poké Balls and hears the Pokémon's desire to have a complete existence."

The man with the bulbous nose placed one hand on his chest, speaking in a devout tone.

"You're not N, how would you know if N can actually hear a Pokémon's thoughts?"

Now he was stunned.

"go!"

While the man with the bulbous nose was still in a daze, Izumi quickly left with Mitsuyasu.

Leaving the flower market, a dizzy and confused Guangtai asked, "Director, so do Pokémon actually want to stay in their Poké Balls?"

Quanshu gave him a strange look. This unlucky kid was the type who was easily fooled.

"Some people like living in small apartments, while others love large, single-level apartments, and Pokémon is no exception."

"Stop worrying about pointless questions. How's the prop design I sent you last time coming along?"

Upon hearing this, Guangtai rummaged through his bag and pulled out a stick-shaped object. "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. This is the finished product."

Quanshu held the short, golden-white stick in his hand. The top two ends were polished with rounded facets, and a white crystal the size of a pigeon's egg was inlaid in the center.

He pressed the switch, and the top U-shape split open to both sides, scattering a dazzling white light from the crystal.

"Wow, perfect accuracy!"

Seeing that he was so fond of the stick that looked like a child's toy, Guangtai asked curiously, "Is this the prop we're going to use next?"

"Yes, but not for movies."

Izumi suddenly asked a very strange question: "I remember your Pokémon was Wishiwashi?"

"Yes, it's a Pokémon that's not very common in the Kanto region; you can only find it by the sea."

Guangtai was a little embarrassed. Wishiwashi is one of the representatives of weak Pokémon, and few people would catch it.

"So, Guangtai, do you believe in light?"

The director wore a meaningful smile, which Guangtai couldn't understand despite racking his brains. His broken language system responded with "Aba aba".

?

"Crack!"

"Take a 15-minute break before filming the next scene."

A-Che held a small trumpet and waved a palm-leaf fan in his hand.

The crew put down the complicated equipment, and the Pokémon scurried to the shade to eat watermelon.

Having finished his draft, TuTu sat under a parasol, holding a coffee cup, his gaze deep and unreadable.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Quanshu sat down opposite it, and Tutu put down its brown latte cup, which was empty.

Is the cup just for decoration?

Tutu the dog picked up another newspaper.

'Hey, do you even understand what you're reading?' Izumi couldn't help but mutter to himself.

While scrutinizing the newspaper with a critical eye, it took out a piece of drawing paper and spread it on the table.

"This is..."

The crayon doodles on the drawing paper were crude and completely unlike TuTu Dog's usual style.

But one can vaguely make out a human figure, leading a brown four-legged creature and a red and blue duck.

The spring tree seemed to have been struck by lightning. Why did Smeargle draw him, Eevee, and Porygon?

Could it be that while painting alone outside, missing its trainer and companions, it was inspired to create a hand-drawn artwork at the level of a kindergarten child?

Is it an attempt to awaken the conscience of a trainer who neglects his duties by sending Pokémon out to work and then abandoning them?

"I never imagined that beneath your cold exterior, TuTu Dog, lies a soft and delicate heart."

Quanshu returned a warm smile: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you to work alone out there for so long."

He opened his arms and embraced Tutu's wounded heart.

"Ok?"

Tutu pushed him away with a look of disgust, and poked the bottom right corner of the graffiti with its finger.

Quanshu opened his eyes wide. There was a line of small words: "This painting is dedicated to my friend Quanshu and my first painting practice under the guidance of Tutu Dog. By Ache."

"Cough cough."

He calmly sat back down and said, "I was just celebrating your improved drawing skills; you've even become a teacher."

"Hey, look at my drawing."

A-Che tossed his bangs, sat down gracefully, and said modestly, "Besides photography, I might also have a talent for painting."

"Are you serious?"

"..."

"Speaking of which, what's the deal with that Pidgey on the ground?"

Ah Che pointed to the filming location, where a Pidgey bird stood proudly on the road.

His gaze was fixed on the group of Pokémon's most popular characters, the Fox Thief and the Curly Ear.

"Ever since we came here with the whole group from Tingxiang Welfare Home, this Pidgey bird hasn't gone back. It stares at us like a fighting rooster while we're taking pictures."

"Do you think it might want to make a movie too?"

A-Che's words silenced Quan-Shu.

With a neck and back as hard as steel plates as Pidgey, you can't exactly beg him, "Director, I want to make a movie!"

"Never mind that. I have a short animated film that I need you to design. It won't take long, about ten minutes."

Quanshu took out the prepared script.

"Again?"

A-Che was used to it and casually flipped through the pages.

This script is very short, and the content is very... innocent?

It's a bit like a fairy tale circulating on street stalls, summarized in one sentence: The Weakling Fish defeats and eats the Roaring King.

"Don't rush the storyboarding for the short film, take your time."

After pondering the script for a long time, A-Che said, "Is it just a simple short film?"

"It's pretty much a pilot episode for a children's TV series aimed at teenagers."

A-Che frowned, puzzled, and asked, "What kind of children's films and television dramas can be aimed at teenagers?"

“Plots that children can understand will only make teenagers feel that the audience is childish. It is easy to suffer if you don’t properly segment the age group of your audience.”

Quanshu smiled and said, "Perhaps the audience for this drama also includes adults."

"aldult?"

Ache gave him a look that said, "Are you kidding me, Tam?" but didn't press the matter further.

"Okay, I'll do it when I have time."

The most important thing he learned after working with Izumi was to believe first, then question.

Chapter Fifty: Taking Control of the Spring Tree

"Catch them."

With a kind face, Eevee gave an order to the two Mare sheep beside him.

Nick and Judy, who had a leg injury, took refuge behind a statue in the Natural History Museum.

"Da da da..."

A sheep dressed as a security guard, flashlight in hand, approached step by step.

"Judy, we're all the same."

Ibrahimovic took a few slow, deliberate steps, his voice high-pitched as he said, "Being underestimated, being underappreciated...aren't you tired of all this?"

The orange light cast the shadow of a rabbit swaying on the wall. Ibu stared intently at it, silently giving a hand signal, and the two security guards split up to carry out their tasks.

"here!"

Sheep leaped over the wall, only to find that there was only an ancient rabbit specimen in the same spot.

"Dangdang——"

As the bell rang, Nick, who was hiding in the shadows, helped Judy run toward the exit.

"Eek!"

Mare the sheep accelerated and crashed hard into the two of them.

Nick let out a muffled groan, and the box containing the mutated persimmon fruit extract fell to the ground, causing both of them to be knocked into the sunken large circular sand table.

"Hahaha~"

Ibrahimovic laughed wildly as his figure emerged from the edge of the disc.

Carrying her suitcase, she said sarcastically, "Judy, you should stay on the carrot farm. It's such a shame. I quite like you."

Ibrahimovic wore the signature smug smile of a villain who had the victory in his grasp.

...

Off-camera, A-Che and Guang-Tai exchanged a glance.

Mare the sheep's acting was unconvincing, and Eevee's acting was unconvincing.