Pokémon, but cultural invasion

An invisible force touched the spring tree, and purple and white marks suddenly appeared on his body.

"where are you?"

Crossing straits, valleys, jungles, and lakes, in the direction of Mount Tsukimi and the city of Fukushima, Sabrina's gaze fell upon a colossal ancient tree standing tall on the earth, its branches and leaves covering the sky.

Chapter 90: The Plasma Team Movie

That's not a tree, but a giant crystal formed by stacked rock layers that resemble trees, nestled in an unknown mountain range.

Naza looked around but couldn't find any trace of the mysterious elf.

But one thing is certain: He came here.

This location is special; it is disturbed by unknown energy, which is completely different from the energy He left behind.

"Two seconds..."

This superpower came and went quickly; Sabrina's power went out in an instant, like a short-circuited light bulb.

"You found His trail?"

Disappointed by the strange tree, Naz's hair fell loose as she shook her head: "I just saw a place He had been to."

Qi Shu said disappointedly, "How long will it take you to find this?"

"It can't be said that there were no gains at all."

Nazi thought to herself, if there were such a towering tree on Mount Tsukimi, it should have been discovered long ago.

There must be a reason why people know so little about it to this day.

......

After a day of filming, with two dojo masters by his side, Izumi didn't go out for some barbecue.

"What would you two like to eat? It's on me tonight."

"Great!"

Qi Shu is not short of money, but she is happy when someone treats her to a meal.

Naz refused him, saying, "I have my own food."

...

"Zi-"

The two were grilling fragrant meat, while Naza sat to the side eating rice balls she had brought from the dojo.

"Is that plain rice?"

The spring tree made my scalp tingle.

The passing waiters and customers couldn't help but stare; anyone who didn't know better would have thought the two of them were abusing the owner of the Golden Pavilion.

"It's her hobby."

The strange tree, carefree and happy, ate its food.

Quanshu looked at the dry rice ball in Nazi's hand, and then at the sizzling pork belly on the hot plate.

Naz remained calm, chewing and swallowing mechanically.

With this kind of perseverance, he truly deserves to be called a superhuman.

......

Back at the villa, it was evening.

"Within ten meters, even obstacles will not affect it."

Not knowing whether superpowered individuals need sleep, Izumi arranged for her to stay in the room next door.

While planning which research institution to remotely control tomorrow, I turned on my computer and started typing code, something I hadn't done in a long time.

Polygons are helping out on the screen.

"Good evening—" Qi Shu knocked on the door.

"Is there a problem?"

She pushed the electric frog in.

"What, you're not happy that I'm sending you a bodyguard?"

Qishu plopped down on the edge of the bed, staring curiously at the little skier on the screen.

"what is this?"

"Skiing Adventure".

Quanshu didn't turn his head, focusing solely on his work.

After calmly calculating, he assigned other tasks, and occasionally typing some code felt quite nice.

He plans to release this mini-game in the first video of Tingxiang, with an initial price equivalent to the price of a bottle of soda.

With ample funds, he became more concerned with expanding the influence and improving the reputation of his hometown.

"Where's the song you promised me?"

Qishu uses the phrase "talking incessantly".

To shut her up, Izumi opened a Navigator account.

Spiketown Ends Band

"Here, I've already sent them the general rhythm. Composing and performing will take time."

"Previously, most of the songs for Tingxiang Games were commissioned to be produced by them."

Spiketown...band?

I've heard of the Maximasai Band from the Galar region, but what the hell is the Spiketown Band?

"I haven't neglected your request, so there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

The quick movements of the spring tree pleased the strange tree greatly.

She patted her chest and said, "Go ahead and say it."

"Gurusha is your fan, right?"

"That's right... How did you know?"

Qi Shu raised an eyebrow. "You investigated me?"

Gurusa is the Gym Leader of Mt. Frost and is proficient in Ice-type Pokémon.

He was once a professional snowboarder, but he fractured his leg during training. After realizing that he would not be able to achieve his ideal results even after recovering, Guruja chose to retire.

Izumi knows so much about a dojo owner who isn't very famous.

“I know about Gurusha because his appearance is famous online.”

"It's spring tree," Quanshu said calmly.

"That's...okay."

Gurusha always wore a thick scarf, and outwardly appeared to be a beautiful woman with ice-blue hair.

Unfortunately, he was born male and had an extremely serious personality.

Qi Shu put his hands behind his head: "What do you want to do?"

"I'm planning to invite him to try out the game they're currently developing for the computer. A skier playing a skateboarding game—that's quite an appealing concept, isn't it?"

“试玩？”

Touching on Qi Shu's fragile nerves, she rolled over and asked, "Why didn't you ask me to try it out?"

Quanshu explained, "This is a very small game, not enough to support your six or seven-hour live streams."

Qi Shu reluctantly accepted his explanation.

"Bored, going to sleep."

Leaving behind the electric frog, Qishu closed the door and left.

"Quaa?"

The electric frog dawdled and slowly made its way to the desk on the other side.

It was curious from the moment it entered what this blue-green metallic Pokémon was writing.

The Origins of Humans and Pokémon

Despite not being able to read the text, the electric frog stares intently at the iron dumbbell. It's amazing that it can read and write human words.

?

"Well!"

As the mask and hood were removed, director Shi Long greedily inhaled the fresh air.

Yesterday, or perhaps the day before, he was kidnapped.

Several masked thugs broke into his home, knocked him unconscious, and took him away.

Shi Long couldn't understand who would target a down-on-his-luck director, a creditor who had borrowed money from gambling a few years ago, or a relative he had accidentally killed.

They've been chasing me from the Hoenn region all the way to Unova; they're like a persistent ghost.

The hood was ripped off, and two burly men in blue and white uniforms glared menacingly at him. Shi Long, panting, said:

"Don't push me. Even if you kill me, I won't get a single penny out of you."

"What is this guy talking about?"

The two henchmen were confused.

A moment later, the junior leader, Nagamasa, bowed and followed an elderly man with gray hair into the room.

"Lord Smura, this is the director who made 'King Bon-boo and Queen Monini'."

"After losing his job, he became addicted to gambling, accidentally killed a relative who was trying to collect a debt, fled from Hoenn to Unova, and was eventually found by us."

"This is the best director we've ever managed to catch in history."

Smura's face was tense; he was in a bad mood.

Last time, Lord Quixote sent the Dark Triangle to assassinate Izumi no Kiku, which was a sure thing.

Unexpectedly, the Dark Trio disappeared without a trace, and there was no news of them for more than half a month. Meanwhile, Izumi was still alive and kicking, preparing for a new movie. The fate of the three of them was self-evident.

Lord Quigley was furious about this, not only because the Plasma Team lost three powerful officers, but also because the assassination attempt failed, leaving Izumi no one to make movies.

Although he was furious, he remained rational.

Since the Dark Iron Triangle's assassination attempt failed, it means that Izumi is protected by a powerful expert, who is very likely a member of the Kanto Alliance.

The Cooperative Alliance and the Kanto Alliance are not fools; attempting an assassination at this point would only increase the risk of Team Plasma being exposed.

Unable to kill Quanshu in a short time, Kuiqi was extremely anxious.

During the discussion, Asura, one of the Seven Sages, offered a suggestion: if Team Plasma made a similar movie, wouldn't that eliminate the impact of Izumi's movie?

Grassroots staff regard Tingxiang films as gospel because they are unique; once the number of similar films increases, Tingxiang films will automatically fall from grace.

His suggestion was approved by Quixote. A film of the same type could both mitigate the impact of Izumi Tree's influence and indirectly help Team Plasma promote itself, thus offsetting each other's shortcomings.

Since Asura was tasked with finding the legendary dragon, the responsibility of making the movie fell to Smura.

Smura really wanted to kick Asura, that idiot who just followed the script, to death. Is making movies that easy?

If movies were really that easy to make, the film industry wouldn't have suffered such a complete downturn after an economic crisis.