A red figure rinting across the grassnd, its speed so fast that from a dista looked like a crimson lightning bolt weaving through the sea of green grass.

  Its flowing fur and agile form made it resemble a Pokémon of the wind.

  A husky—no, an Are—was running freely across the grassnd. Here, there were no crete roads, no tall buildings, and no obstacles to his run.

  Here, it could have fun, gallop, and enjoy the pure joy of running.

  Julian was lying ft on Are's back, clutg its thick fur with both hands and squeezing his legs tightly around its sides, if he didn’t, he’d definitely be thrown off.

  They were moving at 500 kilometers per hour. At that speed, Julian’s blood surged, his heart raced, and adrenaline flooded his system.

  Are okémon known for its speed. Legends said it could run 10,000 kilometers in a single day and night. Not only was it fast, but its endurance was extraordinary.

  Ten mier, Julian finally slid off Are’s back. He gave his partner a carefree wave, letting it know it could keep running as long as it wanted.

  Watg Are's powerful strides and the way its golden mane danced in the wind, Julian uood why so many admired this Pokémon’s grace.

  One word: cool.

  'If only my backyard was this big, then I wouldn’t have to worry about Are tearing down the house.'

  After all, the main reason for the “house demolition” is was because Are had o release its pent-up energy.

  They couldn’t battle every day, and even if they tried, Julian’s Pokémon would have to take turns, and at that rate, Are would only get a turwo days.

  There was no rush to explore this Advanced-level secret realm. The sery here was nice, and Julian didn’t mind staying here for a day or two.

  At this moment, all his Pokémon had already been released, and there wasn't a single wild Pokémon within a radius of five or six kilometers.

  Grass-type Pokémon were naturally timid, and among Julian's Pokémon, a few had faces that practically screamed, "I'm a vilin."

  What are you looking at? Yeah, I'm talking about you, Aggron, Steelix—wipe that grin off your face, and Gabite, where do you think yoing?

  "Honedge, e here!"

  Julian suddenly waved toward Honedge who was floating through the air as an idea popped into his head.

  Honedge obediently flew to his side. After spending this time together, along with some "brainwashing," Honedge’s affe for Julian had grown steadily.

  The thoughts and memories of its previous trainer were fading fast.

  "Fly a bit lower—about here."

  Juliaured to his knee.

  Honedge shifted downward until its bde hovered just above Julian’s knee.

  "Not vertically—turn sideways."

  Honedge: "Oh"

  The moment Honedge adjusted its body horizontally, it suddenly felt something pressing down on it. It looked to find Julian stepping onto its bde.

  "All right, let’s fly!"

  Realizing he could stand on Honedge, Julian grew excited.

  Sword flight! Every man's dream!

  Of course, men have plenty of dreams—like piloting a Gundam or transf into Ultraman and so on.

  Julian's weight was nothing to Honedge.

  The bde Pokémon began to fly forward, but it hadn’t gone far before—plop!

  Julian hit the ground with a thud.

  "Encore, fly slower this time!"

  Even after being thrown off, Juliaement didn’t wane—in fact, it only increased.

  Are, who had paused mid-sprint to watch the otion, tilted its head.

  It saw its Trainer repeatedly jump onto Honedge, fly for a while, nearly fall several times, and theably crash to the ground.

  This pattered more than a dozen times, with Julian grinning the eime.

  Are: 'My Trainer has lost his mind'

  Metagross, floating nearby, came to the same clusion.

  From Metagross’s perspective, Julian's antics made no sense. Honedge was small, no matter how he banced, he was bound to fall off eventually.

  'If you want to fly, isn’t it faster to ride Dragonite? And my back is so broad—much more fortable than bang on Honedge.'

  Metagross g Slowking.

  Metagross: "Do you have the walnuts with you?"

  Slowking nodded: "You want some?"

  Metagross: "He does."

  It gestured toward Julian, who had just fated again.

  Slowking: "It's useless for him to eat walnuts."

  "Riding the sword, s through the wind—free to roam the heavens ah—wait, wait, wait—ahhh!"

  Crash

  Once again Julian picked himself up, brushing dirt from his clothes and muttering, "It would be great if I had a Totem soul."

  Honedge was simply too small, and when it accelerated, he lost his footing and fell. It was fine when it flew slowly, but speeding made it impossible to stay banced.

  If it was a Totem Pokémon, its bde would be rger, the surface area bigger, and his feet wouldn't slip as easily when Honedge picked up speed.

  "All right, that’s enough for today."

  Julian waved a hand when he saw Honedge’s curious look.

  Hearing this, Honedge's eye drooped slightly in disappoi—it ehe game, especially the close iion with Julian.

  "Don't worry. We'll py agaiime."

  Seeing Honedge's disappoi, Julian patted Honedge’s hilt with a smile.

  Wheurned back, he fouagross and Slowking staring at him bnkly.

  "What? What's with those looks?"

  He couldn’t shake the feeling that they were looking at a fool—but he was too embarrassed to ask.

  Slowking aagross shook their heads simultaneously.

  Julian: ∑(O_O)

  "Luca!"

  Lucario: "Someone’s ing!"

  Among Julian's Pokemon, only Lucario had remained vigint and immediately sensed an unfamiliar presence approag quickly.

  "Meta!"

  Upon Lucario's warning, Metagross, Dragonite, and the others immediately tensed, fog in the dire of the approag presence.

  Moments ter, a Pidgeot appeared in the sky above them, a person riding on its back.

  As the Pidgeot lowered, all of Julian's Pokemon shifted into fighting stances.

  After desding to about fifty meters, it slowed, h there, and at the same time a voice came from above.

  "Don't misuand, Mr. Walker, I was flying by when I saw a red figure running across the grassnd and got curious."

  The stranger had been drawn by the sight of Are’s running figure. After approag, he saw many steel-type Pokémon below.

  The iic silver Metagross and the steel-type Mythical Melmetal, clearly revealed the Trainer’s identity.

  Julian didn’t respond. He squinted up at the figure, but with the goggles c most of the stranger’s face, he couldn't tell who it was.

  "If you don’t nd or leave immediately, I will attack," Julian said coldly.

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