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Chapter 433: Darkrai, Have You Considered a Career in Show Business?
Chapter 433: Darkrai, Have You Considered a Career in Show Business?
January 26th, early morning.
The training field behind the Baiyang Town Pokemon Center.
Jing He was preparing to take the little ones for some basic daily training to maintain their condition and expend some of their energy.
After all, Pokemon were full of energy right after waking up, and if that energy wasn't expended, accidents could happen.
"You...saw Darkrai last night?"
As Jing He was about to start the training, he heard the Ice Nine-Tails' story.
"Yo, Ke?"
Tyrogue tilted his head.
Really?
The little one had slept soundly last night and hadn't felt a thing.
"Hengga~~"
Gramps, who had just had a cup of Energy Root Tea in the morning, waved his hand at Jing He, indicating that everything was fine.
The old man had already taken care of it.
Now, as long as he didn't flip over Baiyang Town, Darkrai wouldn't come looking for trouble with them.
Jing He's expression was odd, as if Gramps had somehow pacified Darkrai.
He didn't know if it was a physical or digestive pacification, or perhaps...
Never mind.
Although Darkrai had appeared last night, nothing had happened, indicating that there shouldn't be any issues.
"Good morning, Jing He."
At this moment, Hippowdon, surrounded by steam and wrapped in a towel, arrived at the training field with his Leg Kick.
Judging by his stance, it seemed he had already taken Leg Kick for a run around Baiyang Town to warm up.
"I just ran a warm-up lap around Baiyang Town. How about a friendly spar?" Hippowdon asked with a smile.
A warm-up lap around Baiyang Town, and then a spar? Jing He twitched his mouth.
Who did Hippowdon think he was?
He was the current Fighting-type King of the Kanto League, and although he was currently only the fourth seat among the Four Champions, his physical prowess was akin to a saint in the flesh, capable of going toe-to-toe with a Steel Snake.
However, sparring with Hippowdon was just for fun.
If it were a real fight, they'd have to call upon the little Ash from Pallet Town.
"No, thanks. I just finished breakfast, and it's not advisable to engage in intense physical activity right after."
"That's true." Hippowdon didn't insist and nodded, "Then let's go eat breakfast too."
Jing He let out a sigh of relief.
But Hippowdon's words made him realize something.
His Wave Guide had grown significantly during this time, and he wondered if he could now create Wave Missiles with his hands.
After evolving into a Martial Bear Master, the Bear Trainer should also be able to master the Wave Missile move. He wondered if it could use it.
And there was also Charcoal Little Servant.
So.
As Gramps wore sunglasses and led a group of Pokemon of various sizes for a run in the training field, Jing He, along with the Martial Bear Master and Charcoal Little Servant, sat cross-legged on one side of the field, sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or rather, Wave Guide Power.
Jing He's method of cultivating Wave Guide was quite simple.
Besides occasionally infusing the Martial Bear Master, Charcoal Little Servant, and Swift Dragon with Wave Guide to temporarily enhance their explosive power when necessary, he mostly used Wave Guide Power to relax the little ones' bodies, especially after battles and training.
Of course, this was just a secondary benefit. The primary purpose was to "feed" the Rainbow Feather.
The Rainbow Feather was almost always a vibrant neon color, and at night, it could even be used as a lamp.
This method of training was simple yet effective.
Closing his eyes and using his Wave Guide, Jing He could clearly sense the two distinct Wave Guide auras on his left and right.
He could also feel the Wave Guide flowing within his body.
It seemed that with every place it flowed through, he could vaguely sense the subtle feelings emanating from that area.
Could it be that Wave Guide was a form of internal energy cultivation? After all, Energy Ball was also a type of martial arts skill.
He could sense not only the Wave Guide of the Martial Bear Master and Charcoal Little Servant but also the Wave Guide of the surrounding Pokemon and vegetation.
Their Wave Guide was relatively weak and scarce.
At times, he even felt that he could somehow activate their Wave Guide.
This might be one of the reasons why Wave Guide could facilitate telepathic communication.
Suddenly, Jing He opened his eyes.
Looking at his upright index finger, he almost couldn't hold back a laugh at the tiny light blue orb floating at its tip, smaller than a grain of rice.
This was so embarrassing for a Wave Guide user.
The strength of Wave Guide was one thing, but knowing how to use it was another.
For example, after sitting for a while, the Martial Bear Master gently rubbed his hands together and created a Wave Missile the size of a fist.
"Never mind, never mind."
Jing He chose to give up.
After all, it wasn't his turn to fight anyway.
Even in the wild, if they encountered danger, Gramps and the others would rush to the forefront, unstoppable.
The attacker had come alone and left the same way.
If they encountered a powerful wild Pokemon or even a Legendary Pokemon that Gramps and the others couldn't handle, a Wave Missile wouldn't be of any use.
Going up and punching it? He wasn't like Ash, who could shatter Mewtwo's barrier.
Hmm? Just as Jing He was about to withdraw his Wave Guide, he faintly sensed an unusual Wave Guide aura.
It wasn't just him; the Martial Bear Master, Gramps, and the others had also noticed it.
Looking up, he saw a Darkrai hovering under the shade of a lush tree not far away.
Mashado pouted, holding a stick, and grumbled as he crawled out from the shade.
He wanted to say that he had claimed the shade first.
But before he could open his mouth, Darkrai flew across the field and appeared before Jing He.
Judging by its condition, it seemed Darkrai hadn't slept well the night before. Its deep blue eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, and its spirit seemed somewhat listless, but the black and white clouds swirling around its body were very active.
Darkrai?
"Hngga~~"
Gramps hopped over, already acting like an old friend, and before Darkrai could react, it had its neck in a chokehold.
"Hey, Jinghe, this is my friend."
Darkrai: ". . ."
Jinghe's cheeks twitched slightly.
Surprisingly, Darkrai didn't resist much, only staring intently at Jinghe and speaking up, "It says... you're a Pokemon Psychologist?"
"A teacher," Jinghe emphasized.
He couldn't claim to be an expert, but 'teacher' was a fitting title.
Darkrai nodded slightly, not dwelling on semantics, and asked, "Can you help Pokemon untangle some emotional knots?"
Without a doubt, Gramps must have been exaggerating.
"It depends on the situation," Jinghe replied.
As a professional Pokemon Psychology teacher, Jinghe could tell at a glance that Darkrai had some emotional baggage.
Moreover, he could also guess the nature of Darkrai's burden.
"What about me?" Darkrai asked again after a moment of contemplation, its voice slightly hoarse.
Jinghe glanced at it, feigning thoughtfulness by resting his chin on his hand and gently rubbing it a couple of times. With a warm and gentle tone, he said, "You have... someone you care deeply about, but you probably won't see her again. Due to certain reasons, you often think of her, reminiscing and cherishing her memory."
Darkrai's eyes flickered slightly.
It seemed surprised that Jinghe could 'read' its mind.
Perhaps this was the ability of a Pokemon Psychologist? This time, it remained silent for an even longer period. After a while, it asked tentatively, "Can you... help me?"
Jinghe sighed softly.
This was probably what they meant by 'physician, heal thyself.'
As the Nightmare God, Darkrai couldn't control its own dreams.
Just like Jinghe.
As a psychologist well-versed in hypnosis therapy, he could teach Gramps and the others powerful hypnotic abilities, but he often struggled to control his own dreams.
If dreams could offer everything, why return to reality?
"If you truly need it," Jinghe said earnestly.
Generally, Jinghe wouldn't refuse help sought by Pokemon, regardless of whether there was a reward or not.
Of course, this was within his capabilities.
Darkrai, having made up its mind, didn't hesitate.
"What do I need to do?"
"You don't need to do anything, just relax," Jinghe said with a faint smile.
"Gramps, Ice Nine-Tails."
"Hngga~"
"Roar~"
Gramps gave a thumbs-up, while Ice Nine-Tails gently smiled at Darkrai.
"Are you trying to hypnotize me?" Darkrai asked, seemingly understanding Jinghe's intention. "Then you probably can't."
It felt a little disappointed.
No one could hypnotize it, not even itself.
"No," Jinghe said confidently, "we can."
As he spoke, he gave Gramps a meaningful look.
Gramps caught on, grinning maliciously as it stuck out its tongue and began rubbing its hands together.
Slowly, a black orb appeared in Gramps' hands.
"Dark Hole?!"
Seeing the orb, Darkrai was momentarily stunned.
But it quickly realized the truth.
No, it wasn't.
It only resembled the Dark Hole in appearance.
This was merely Gramps' imitation of the Dark Hole, a hypnotic technique it had learned from Darkrai, which it found rather cool.
But as Darkrai stared at the black orb, Jinghe's voice, like flowing water, echoed in its mind.
Gradually, it felt fatigue setting in, its eyelids growing heavy.
"Roar~~"
As Ice Nine-Tails' ethereal voice rang out, it was as if a switch in its mind had been flipped.
For a moment, its thoughts sank into a deep well.
It was like being immersed in a deep, clear spring.
A bright and sunny afternoon.
Darkrai, misunderstood by humans as a symbol of evil, dragged its weary body into a beautiful garden.
Its exhausted body appeared frail.
As expected, its arrival didn't go unnoticed by the Pokemon in the garden.
For an uninvited guest like Darkrai, the Pokemon tried to drive it away.
Darkrai was too tired; it just wanted to find a quiet corner to rest for a bit.
So, it attacked the Pokemon that were trying to chase it away.
But it didn't harm them.
It only used Dark Hole to make them sleep for a while, buying itself some time to rest.
However.
It had underestimated the strength and willpower of these Pokemon, and their resistance made its already weary body even weaker.
With great effort, Darkrai managed to hypnotize them.
At this moment, it lay under a large tree, dappled sunlight filtering through the lush foliage, casting dancing spots of light on its body.
It gazed up at the sky, and through the gaps in the leaves, it could barely catch a fleeting glimpse of the dazzling, captivating sun.
Darkrai was exhausted.
It wasn't just physical fatigue but also mental exhaustion.
It felt like achieving this moment of tranquility was too difficult, too difficult.
It couldn't remember how far it had run, hiding and fleeing.
It only remembered that wherever it went, humans and Pokemon alike regarded it as a bad omen, trying their best to drive it away or even eradicate it.
"Perhaps... dying like this is also a good choice," Darkrai muttered to itself.
For ordinary people, the sun was easily visible, but for Darkrai, it could only catch a fleeting glimpse through the gaps in the dense foliage.
It had had enough of being hated by the whole world and rejected by everyone.
At this moment.
A few more Pokemon from the garden discovered its presence.
They surrounded the tree, their hostility palpable, ready to attack at any moment.
Darkrai remained motionless, its rebellious thoughts extinguished.
In its eyes, only death could bring eternal peace.
Just as some Pokemon were about to attack it, a little girl suddenly appeared in its line of sight.
The girl stopped the Pokemon and ran towards it.
Darkrai still remembered the girl's eyes, filled with kindness, friendliness, and concern.
In that moment, it thought that perhaps the sun's light was just like this.
The girl's name was Alicia.
She gave it food and water and gently told it, "The courtyard is everyone's courtyard. If you wish, you can live in the garden."
Darkrai thought it was the most beautiful song.
A
At that moment, Darkrai suddenly realized that perhaps the girl was the one destined for it.
And from that moment on, Darkrai became the girl's shadow, the guardian of the courtyard, and the protector of the entire Baiyang Town.
But human life is fleeting, and as time passed unnoticed, the girl also grew older.
Only upon her passing did Darkrai realize that it might never see the girl again.
But the girl's words often echoed in its mind.
"Darkrai, remember to eat more, so you can grow taller."
"
"Darkrai, the courtyard is for everyone. You should get along with everyone."
"Darkrai."
"Darkrai."
"..."
Tears welled up in Darkrai's eyes, crystal-like and pure as pearls or diamonds.
Jinghe appeared beside it, observing the scene before him.
"Is this what you wanted to see?"
Jinghe's expression was slightly complex.
The relationship between humans and Pokemon was truly amazing, especially when the right person met the right Pokemon.
Xi Lan's words suddenly came to his mind:
"When lives meet, something is always born."
Darkrai remained silent, but its trembling body revealed its inner turmoil.
Jinghe spoke softly, "Memories are pearls, bonds are diamonds."
"Whether your encounter was destined or coincidental, it's beautiful, and that's enough."
"Memories are pearls, bonds are diamonds," Darkrai repeated Jinghe's words softly.
"If you have the chance, go out and explore," Jinghe said with a smile.
Go out and explore?
"Memories are indeed beautiful, but we can't live in them forever. The world is vast, and if you don't go out and see it, how will you know if you're missing out on another pearl or diamond-like experience?"
Darkrai was silent, but he felt that Jinghe's words made a lot of sense.
"Hengga~ Hengga~"
Gramps and Ice Nine-Tailed suddenly appeared beside it, Gramps nodding in agreement, looking like an experienced old man.
Darkrai could sense that Jinghe's Gramps was not young.
At their age, humans couldn't live that long.
So Darkrai couldn't help but be curious, "Have you had such memories too?"
"Hengga~"
Gramps scratched his head.
No, this one experience is enough for me.
"Then in the future," Darkrai glanced at the smiling Jinghe and continued, "What will you do?"
But Gramps, acting like an old sage, patted Darkrai's shoulder and laughed, calling out twice.
"Hengga~"
You're still young, Jinghe, if he didn't let him gaga, there wouldn't be a problem!
Darkrai: "?"
Gramps spread his arms and laughed heartily.
"Hengga!!"
If Jinghe could live forever, there wouldn't be a problem!!
"Awooo~"
Ice Nine-Tailed agreed.
Darkrai understood.
So that's how it could be done?
Jinghe: "..."
Pop—
The scene before them dissipated like bubbles.
"Thank you."
Darkrai's condition had clearly improved significantly, and it sincerely expressed its gratitude to Jinghe.
Jinghe waved his hand.
Having interacted with many Pokemon, this was no longer a difficult task for him.
However, for Darkrai, this experience not only allowed it to relive its memories and see the person it wanted to see the most, but also gave it a new experience.
After all, in the past, it had always secretly entered others' dreams to witness their dream experiences.
This was the first time it had been hypnotized and had someone enter its own dream and memories.
Hypnotizing it was not an easy task, let alone entering its dream.
"As a reward, I might be able to teach Gramps the Dark Hole move," Darkrai offered.
It could tell that Gramps was talented in this aspect and might have a chance to truly master it.
"Hengga~"
But Gramps waved his hand, indicating:
It's fine, I don't need it.
For a moment, Darkrai felt that its Dark Hole had no appeal at all.
It squinted its eyes, staring at Gramps, its gaze seemingly saying—
Don't force me to teach you Dark Hole.
At that moment, Jinghe suddenly spoke:
"If you want to go out and see the world..."
"Do you have any recommendations?"
"Have you ever considered becoming a Pokemon Trainer?"
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