Pokemon: Team Rocket

On the battlefield of West Island, two soldiers wrestled together, swearing at each other, with no weapons in their hands, just fists.

They used to be good friends, but now they met on the battlefield.

Fight for your own beliefs, or, for your own everything.

The Skeleton team will always call a traitor, and the Alola they said they would build together is not like this.The alliance army refuted the establishment of the alliance, and everything is stable.

It is hard to tell who is right and who is wrong, and they are not Guzma and Kukui. The high-level people talk about their own theories, and the bottom-level people just practice them.

People like them don't know how to talk about the words of dreams, and the life full of chicken feathers is boring. They shouted boring teachings, but they were thinking about their own lives in their hearts.

With the flames of war, only one side can survive. They threw down their weapons, which is another way of resistance.

Do they want them to hold firearms, close their eyes and pull the bolt to kill their friends on the opposite side?How do you face each other's family?Facing your decades of relationship?

Do you still remember that you had dinner together a month ago, brought the whole family, opened a bottle of foreign wine that cost several hundred dollars, and each was slightly drunk on the wine table, pushing glasses to change glasses, looking at each other with hazy eyes? Five-year-old children, think of you when you were so old, playing marbles in the mud pit at the door together.

The flames of war ignited, and you were involved in it, swearing ugly words at each other, trying to make the other party fall with every punch, but when you saw the other party trembling, you were terrified that he would fall down.

When beliefs and interests conflict, you have to fight, even if you hate war to the extreme.

"It would be great if there was someone who could stop this kind of war." I don't know who said it, the two of them sighed tacitly, and looked at each other with a wry smile, but the next moment, they could only wave again The fist hits the opponent.

Beside them, their respective elves stood in place, looking at their partners who had played together and their masters who were fighting, as if they didn't know whether they should fight or not.

boom!
At a certain moment, such an anxious battle was broken. In the sky, the boy came with a fire-breathing dragon and a group of divine beasts. As soon as he entered the arena, the situation changed instantly.

This young man possesses power beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. They watched him grow up on TV. A few years ago, he was mischievously saying commercials on the podium of the Kanto Conference.

But a few years later, he is no longer that ignorant kid, he still likes to joke, even at this moment, he is still yelling to lose his communicator, but everyone knows that he is preventing this war.

Evenly matched battles often had the most casualties, and when King Xiaoye came, he directly crushed the defense line of the alliance army. He killed, but those who surrendered with their hands raised high, he would always let them go.

A benevolent king is often not convinced by everyone.

The villain with ulterior motives attacked from the corner, which angered him, and he leveled the piece.

Those were many divine beasts, many powerful elves that were difficult to resist, and soon, the commander of the alliance army made the sound of retreating.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

There was a voice coming from the earphones under the helmet. The two people who were fisting each other just now listened to it. What was suspicious was that they seemed to be relieved and stopped their fists.

Glancing at each other, the two smiled, watched as one retreated, and waved.

"Be careful, don't die, when we win, I will go to the prisoner-of-war camp to catch you."

"Go to Nima, it's not Xiaoye Wang who helps you, you can win a fart, you don't die, your health is so poor, it's because of Lao Tzu's mercy, otherwise I just kicked you to the ground with two punches."

"..."

The farewell curse sounded, and the alliance army on the West Island quickly receded like a tide. The people of the Skeleton Team took over the West Island and gradually took control of the key positions.

But at this time, they were in a bit of a difficult situation. There was no high-level management in charge of the battlefield here, and King Xiaoye walked around the battlefield alone with many divine beasts, which felt a little awkward.

Others have helped you so much, and you don't even say hello?
But to say hello, it's King Xiaoye, maybe it's King Ye himself, everyone saw how fierce he was just now, here, if he didn't finish his two sentences, would he be shot to death?

In this mood, the battlefield was silent for a long time, and finally, a team leader stood up, holding a cup of coffee that he did not know where to get, and approached Ye Tong eagerly.

"Thank you, King Xiaoye, for your help."

"It's okay, it's okay." Ye Tong walked in the battlefield, looked at the coffee held by the team leader who came up, and looked closely, there was a white lump floating on it.

"Good guy, did you make this coffee with wall ash? If I don't drink it, I won't drink it. Take it away quickly."

Hearing this, the team leader looked a little embarrassed, poured the coffee, looked at Ye Tong who was looking around in the battlefield, hesitated, but came up again, "Master Xiaoye Wang, are you looking for something? Is there anything I need help with?"

"I'm looking for someone." Ye Tong replied, he was a little impatient at first, but he thought of something, and asked the team leader: "Have you seen an old man?"

"Old man?" Hearing this, the team leader was taken aback for a moment, then nodded again and again, "We have a lot of old men here, I can see them every day..."

"I'm not talking about an ordinary old man, but a very powerful one with a sword on his back." Ye Tong quickly waved his hand, "He likes to be handsome, and he calls himself a sword master when he meets everyone. Looks like a world-class expert."

"My communicator is broken and I can't contact him. Have any of you seen him?"

"Juvenile Shadow Falling into the Water?" Hearing this unfamiliar name, the team leader got a little dizzy, and quickly picked up the pager, "Quickly ask, King Xiaoye is looking for an old man named Sword Saint Yingluo, who knows?" , Come out and tell King Xiaoye."

The pager transmitted the sound to everyone, but for a long time, there was no sound.

The squad leader was about to give up, but at this moment, a timid voice sounded, "I seem to have seen him before."

"Come here quickly." Hearing this voice, the team leader was overjoyed and hurriedly said.

Soon, a young man arrived. He looked very young, wearing a pair of glasses, a little bookish, and a bit out of place on the battlefield.

"Have you met Senior Ying?" Looking at the young man, Ye Tong asked directly.

"Yes." The young man nodded, seeming a little embarrassed, "A few days ago, I was eating noodles at a noodle restaurant in the north of the city. I met an old man who didn't pay for his noodles and was stopped by the store. I gave him the money."

"I didn't pay for the noodles..." Hearing this, Ye Tong had dark lines on his face.

Good guy, I walked by myself for a few days, what kind of life is Senior Ying, the money for noodles is gone.

Oh no, he usually pays for it, it seems that Shadow Falling into the Water has never had any money...

"It's too embarrassing." Ye Tong could already think of the scene when Ying fell into the water, and he wanted to laugh, but with so many people around, he still nodded, "It's normal for strong people to go out without cash. "

"Later, what did he say, did he say where he was going?"

"Later..." Hearing this, the young man scratched his head, "He said thank me, and then he said that I was called Shadow Falling into the Water, and the world called me a sword master or something. He would not eat my face in vain, and gave me a sword manual, saying You can become a god after practicing."

"Then he left, saying that he was going to Beidao to find some lost people. Before leaving, I gave him another 20 yuan for the boat ride."

"Sword manual?" Hearing this, Ye Tong was startled.

Good guy, the majestic master of the contemporary gods, the No. 1 sword manual in kendo, a bowl of noodles, and the ticket money?
"As for the sword manual, I'll buy it from you for two hundred." Looking at the young man in front of him, Ye Tong said.

"Sword manual..." Hearing Ye Tong's words, the young man scratched his head, "I thought that old man was a charlatan, and I just felt sorry for him and gave him money."

"Jianpu I lit a fire to cook porridge at home a few days ago. I ran out of firewood, so I, I just..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Tong's roar was louder than the sound of slaughtering pigs on the battlefield of West Island.

"Then it's the sword master's sword manual, you use it to cook porridge????"

"Your porridge is made of gold!!!??"