Pokémon the Movie: The Journey of a Slate

Chapter 302 Dark Crow

After Dark Crow fell asleep, all the hellish experiences in the past echoed in his dreams. He didn't know if this could be considered a talent. The memory that was different from that of his peers allowed Dark Crow to clearly remember everything he had experienced, and it could even continue to play out in his dreams. In that dream, he could control his own body, but he could never change the ending of the nightmare... He had envied his peers who hardly needed to sleep countless times.

And his eyes are very strange. They are very sensitive to light and can capture many details at the same time.

The death of his mother, the indifference of his father, the ridicule and rumors of his peers, the avoidance of his own people, he was regarded as doom and disaster and struggled and rolled in the quagmire. He cried countless times and said that he had done nothing wrong, but in the end he got only one answer - no Murkrow could "kill" his mother who was in the prime of life, healthy and powerful at birth.

He didn't know why his mother died, nor did he know what he had done. He wanted to prove it all, but no matter what he did, he could not change the fact that since Murkrow was born, his status in the eyes of his peers was the same as that of the different-colored Pokémon, even worse than Absol in the eyes of ancient humans.

The terrifying memory and sensitivity to smell, this seems to be the abnormality of the Dark Crow.

After being defeated by a human trainer and scanned with a box-shaped machine, he learned about something called characteristics... and then hated why his characteristic was not "insomnia" but the ironic-sounding "super lucky".

What exactly does this so-called luck mean? Is it that he can always find a small nest to sleep in when he is ostracized by the tribe? Or is it that he can always find some food to barely keep himself alive when he is about to starve to death?

...He was beaten down by life again and again, and he stumbled up again and again in the obsession to prove himself. In this process, Murkrow gradually realized that the voices of the weak were ignored and unworthy of being listened to.

After this, the so-called proof that he was not the so-called "ominous" was meaningless to Murkrow. After all, after becoming stronger, he would only get fear from his own kind, not real recognition, just like the different-colored Pokémon he had seen with his own eyes.

The cruelty of reality made him lost and at a loss as he had lost his goal, until one day, he looked at the powerful men showing off their might and suddenly realized something: become stronger, become powerful at all costs.

However, his weak body frustrated him again. His stunted physique made it difficult for him to survive, let alone become stronger? Despite this, he did not give up struggling. With a goal in mind, Murkrow chose to take it step by step, such as the first step he was currently stuck on - eating a full meal every time.

In this muddled life, just when Murkrow had almost given up hope, the arrival of a human suddenly broke it all.

It was normal for a young boy named Shinji to come and catch some Pokémon with his iron-masked ninja. After all, there were always trainers coming over here, and the glittering "treasures" left behind from time to time would always be snatched by his companions.

But that iron-faced ninja defeated their entire tribe with just a few moves, even including the leader of the Murkrow, Crow Chief, whom the Murkrow could only look up to... He almost always used the "stop when enough" tactic, and then Shinji directly threw the ball.

After witnessing this powerful force, Murkrow came up with an idea - to follow the man named Shinji.

But as one by one his companions were released by the young man in disappointment, Dark Crow's heart gradually sank to the bottom. The man's demands were very high, and it seemed unlikely that he could meet them.

The result was not beyond his expectations, he was rejected... It was the umpteenth time in his elf life that he was rejected.

It was another disappointment, even despair, but in the next second, the lifeless Dark Crow saw a figure as sacred and warm as the sun.

The sweet scent like honey made the Dark Crow, who had never tasted such a wonderful thing, trance-like.

Is that a god?

This thought suddenly arose in Dark Crow's mind. It seemed to be his intuition... He always trusted his intuition because it had saved his life countless times. So the young man who exuded an inhuman aura must be a god.

Yveltal: You guessed most of it right, so you deserve congratulations.

Murkrow flew over while his consciousness was in chaos. He did not hear the conversation between that man and Shinji. This strange state made Eslo compare him with the former Moon Eevee in his mind.

Just when Murkrow didn't know what was happening, the young man had already held him in his hands. His gem-like black eyes seemed to be able to absorb the soul of anyone who looked into his eyes, so he stood there in a daze.

Next, the inhuman creature named Aislo fought against Shinji... and then that person won, defeated Shinji, who seemed extremely terrifying to him, and held him in his hands. So, can he make him stronger?

The words of pleading came to his lips, but Murkrow was hesitant to utter them. Hesitation and fear lingered in his heart. He wondered if such a weak person as himself was worthy of the shining sun. He was afraid that if he was rejected, he would no longer be able to feel this warmth and security.

Before he could get over his hesitation, the boy and girl wanted to take him to the Pokémon Center.

And then...he seemed to fall asleep?

"ah……"

Dark Crow, who had just broken free from a beautiful dream, slowly opened his hazy eyes, and then a pair of inky pupils came into his sight.

Almost instantly, Murkrow's eyes widened. At this moment, he was still sleeping peacefully in the palm of Eslo's hand, but the wounds on his body had disappeared.

Murkrow's peripheral vision swept to Eslo's side. In addition to Marie, there were two other figures, a pink-haired girl and a Happy Egg.

"Oh~ The child is awake!" Miss Joy from Curtain City laughed happily.

"Yeah." Aislo chuckled and poked Murkrow's dazed cheek. He glanced at the sun just after noon outside the window and said, "Good evening, little one."

"Yeah..." [Good evening...]

Murkrow paid no attention to the sun outside the window.

[This little guy looks silly, very similar to the little crocodile from before.] The voice of Grandma Gengar sounded, causing the Poké Ball belonging to the rogue crocodile on Eslo's waist to shake slightly, as if the stupid crocodile was expressing his dissatisfaction. Although he was indeed a little stupid when he first arrived in the Crown Forest, and not as smart as Absol, and not as cautious as Umbreon, but no matter what... well, he was just stupid.

Seeing that Crocodile had given up struggling, the Poké Balls belonging to Moon Eevee and Zorua began to shake - there was no doubt that this was a mockery.