my elf trainer simulator.

Chapter 144 Confused Forest
Make sense.

It was the first time Kashiwagi knew that Tutugou's [Sketch] could be used in this way.

Trigger moves by drawing.

If you don't draw fast enough, is it easy for your opponent to take the lead?
——In any case, the calligrapher's tutu dog is much stronger than he expected.Therefore, he also came to a conclusion, regardless of whether the blue-talented trainers were novices or not, anyway, their Pokémon would definitely not belong to the novice level.

Whether it's Pippi or Koda Duck, including this Tutu dog in front of him.

It's just that as a calligrapher's Pokémon, it's a pity that Tutu Dog couldn't use his moves by writing.It might be more interesting if instead of drawing a thunder, it would be more interesting to write a word thunder.

It will give people a feeling of Taoist painting.

Of course, this is a bit difficult for "dogs". Maybe Tutugou's [Sketch] is used by drawing, and writing cannot be triggered.

in the screen.

The calligrapher found that he had defeated the wild trainer, and a smiley face appeared on his head, as if the pressure in his heart had been released a little.

It seems that for her, Pokémon battles have also become an excellent outlet.

It's just that unlike a chef with a clear goal, for her, fighting, traveling, and even gymnastics challenges are just boring behaviors.

It is the first time that a calligrapher who has always enjoyed praise from others has experienced such a huge Waterloo in his life since he was born as a calligrapher, and he can no longer see the way forward.

So the excitement after winning lasted only a short while.

She headed towards Heijin City again.

Night is approaching as the background gradually turns yellow and dark.

The calligrapher who couldn't find the Pokémon Center had to find a way to solve the problem of staying overnight. He had no choice but to set up a tent and light a bonfire after stumbling, but the cooking was really not that kind of material.

When she tried a picnic for the first time, she naturally produced a pot of garbage.

【You regret not being able to buy some ready-to-eat food, and the hunger in your belly makes you messy】

Seeing the messy black lines flying from the heads of Calligrapher, Tutu Dog and Manini, Kashiwagi couldn't help but smile.

It's not completely dark yet.

The calligrapher extinguished the bonfire, took two Pokémon into the forest, and tried to find some fruits to satisfy his hunger.

The forest at dusk is quiet and desolate. The calligrapher has never felt such an atmosphere, and he was fascinated for a while.

But there is no doubt that as a novice traveling for the first time, she got lost quickly without doing enough homework, and returned to the origin of Tutu Dog's records time and time again.

Seeing that half the sky was dark.

She asked Tutu Dog and Manini if ​​they had any good solutions.

It's a pity that one can only write and leave marks, and the other can only imitate the expressions and movements of the person in front.

This makes the calligrapher feel extremely irritated.

[You are hungry and tired, and you can't help but want to vent your emotions to the two Pokémon, but before you can say it, you suddenly recall the comments of the people around you, and what the curator said to you—"Obviously a young man , but the written words are very rigid like a template, as if they were written to win an award. I can't see the existence of you at all."]

[You realize that they are like a reflection of your soul, showing your dull and imitative sides, and you have no position to blame them at all]

【Your intense mood quickly cools down】

Suddenly.

The screen suddenly moves upwards.

A little girl in white clothes squatting under a tree appeared in front of Cypress.

The moaning and weeping phrases of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" phrases can be heard continuously floating on the latter's head, combined with the hazy forest at dusk and sunset, even without the addition of background music, it looks extremely eerie.

He couldn't help but get a little goosebumps.

dusk.

In the magic hour of neon, all kinds of monsters and ghosts will appear.

Immediately, the calligrapher and the two Pokémon also found the crying girl, with "..." flying out of her head, probably vacillating between fear and hesitation.

Not only worried that the other party is a ghost, but also worried that the other party is really in trouble.

Tangled for a while.

The calligrapher probably couldn't survive the condemnation of his conscience, so he took the initiative to lean over.

【You found a mysterious little girl deep in the forest. After some hesitation, you decided to ask her if she needed help】

The four inside and outside the screen felt uneasy, and their hearts shuddered the moment the girl in white turned around!
Fortunately.

The face that was revealed was a very ordinary, ugly crying face, not the three bloody holes in the horror stories.

【You are very glad that what you met was a human being, and after asking about it, you learned that the other person lost his way after being separated from his parents, and accidentally fell from a tree and sprained his feet, making him unable to stand up】

【You saw her crying face, you picked her up and went to find her parents】

The calligrapher ignored the girl's dirty clothes and carried her back.

Kashiwagi was a little surprised. He thought that the calligrapher would be the kind of person who would remain aloof and invincible despite his kindness.

Never thought of being so informal.

The light screen quickly became pitch black.

Night falls.

The calligrapher with the girl on his back followed her guidance all the way, and the two Pokémon followed behind, looking around nervously.

It was obvious that he was still suffering from getting lost before, but the calligrapher at this time was not in a hurry, and walked forward slowly step by step.

[You notice a light in the distance, and there is a call]

She approached the light, and in an instant, she met two anxious adults holding flashlights.

There is no doubt that they are the girl's parents.

【You told the girl's parents what happened to the little girl. The girl's parents thank you very much and invited you to dinner】

The calligrapher followed the girl's parents to a camp.

The bonfire in the middle released a warm light, and there was a metal cauldron on it. Although the bottom was burnt to black, there was still a scent flying from the top.

A string of "cuckoo" bubbles appeared on the calligrapher's head.

The girl's family showed smiling faces.

[During dinner, you learned that the family of three was going to Heijin City to meet relatives, and the girl's father heard that you were going to challenge the gym and decided to give you a ride]

【You are very happy to agree】

The calligrapher observed the camp while eating.

The girl's parents are obviously much more professional than her, and the camp in the forest is warm and tidy.

Eating the steaming food, looking at the smiling faces of the people and Pokémon around him, and recalling what happened today, the calligrapher's heart suddenly itch.

instead.

Realizing that the tent and bag were still in their original positions, she asked the girl's mother, who knew the way, to look for it with her.

This time they didn't get lost again.

After getting her bag and looking through the calligraphy tools inside, she could no longer restrain the strong desire to write in her heart.

Back to the first moments at the girl's parents' camp.

The calligrapher borrowed a cooking table from the girl's parents, quickly laid out the rice paper, and asked Tutu Dog to help her grind the ink.

Although Manini, who was new to the team, knew nothing about this, he knew how to imitate, so he also came up to help Tutu Dog.

then.

Under the extremely puzzled eyes of the girl's family of three, the calligrapher calmly wrote down a word——

"forest."

A pair of words that don't belong to copying, but only belong to her.

Looking at them, the calligrapher felt proud for the first time.

[When you think about what you have seen and heard today, you think that it is not only the silent forest at dusk, but also the wandering forest when you get lost, or the dark forest when you first met a girl, and even the forest where the bonfire illuminates the warm camp]

[You sit on the ground and laugh out loud]

【Looking at this picture, you remembered the words of the curator again, and suddenly found the way forward】

(End of this chapter)