Pokémon the Movie: The Journey of a Slate

Chapter 369 Warmth after the War

The scent of disinfectant mixed with a faint smell of medicine filled the spacious and quiet hall of the Pokémon Center. The azure sky outside the window had become a little dim, and the hustle and bustle and fierce battles of the day seemed to be isolated in another world.

Under the soft light, Aislo sat leaning on a bench in the rest area, with an imperceptible fatigue between his brows, but his obsidian eyes were still clear, staring intently at the closed door of the treatment room.

On the boy's left shoulder, Zoroya was curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly, with several conspicuous bandages wrapped around his body. His little head occasionally rubbed against Aislo's neck, making slight whimpers.

At this moment, a slightly cool hand gently covered the back of Eslo's hand.

The boy looked up and met Mary's green eyes that were filled with worry. She had sat down next to him without him saying anything extra, just quietly accompanying him.

"Mary," Aislo held her slightly cold hand with his backhand, his fingertips conveying silent comfort, "I'm fine."

"Where are they?" Mary's voice was very soft, her eyes swept across the door of the treatment room and then fell back on Eslo's face. She was asking about the elves, but the inquiry in her eyes obviously also included Eslo's condition.

Aislo shook his head slightly, indicating that he was really fine, and then whispered: "Miss Joy said that everything is fine. Bangilas's physical strength is seriously overdrawn, and he needs to rest for a few days; Zoroya's mental strength is over-consumed, and he just needs a good sleep; the other companions only have superficial injuries and will recover soon."

He paused, then added, "Pikachu too. Ash is there to keep him company."

Mary's shoulders relaxed slightly, and her calm expression was filled with warmth. The girl said nothing, but just leaned her head gently on Eslo's shoulder, feeling the reassuring breath coming from him.

Zoroya seemed to feel the girl approaching, and drowsily scratched her hair with his little claws, then fell into a deep sleep again.

"Well, my eldest brother..." The girl's voice was very low in the silence, but before Mary could finish her words, a slender figure approached with a hint of laziness. Dakoto's gray hair looked a little hazy under the light. His eyes swept across Eslo and Mary who was leaning on his shoulder, and finally fell on Eslo.

He had just finished fighting with Shinji, and the young man felt a little regretful that Eslo did not come to watch the fight.

"What's the situation?" Dakdo's voice was flat, but less sleepy and more concerned. He stopped only after he walked in front of Aislo.

"Everything is fine, thank you for your concern." Aislo nodded politely and gave a gentle smile.

For some reason, Dakoto tilted his head slightly, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the door of the treatment room and fall on the invisible Benjiras. After retracting his gaze, he was silent for a few seconds. The young man slowly spoke with a strange tone, "It will be fine."

Dakoto was not happy about not being able to meet Bangilas in the game because he was more worried about Aislo's condition.

This sentence itself was normal, but Darko's dark grey eyes kept falling on Eslo's face while he was speaking, and his eyes contained many complex and difficult-to-determine emotions, including the disappointment caused by the failure of his desire to fight a strong enemy, and the worry about Eslo's fatigue... This look was a little too focused, and coupled with his handsome but expressionless face, it looked a little... weird under the light. At least that was what Mary saw.

The girl leaned on Aisiluo's shoulder and raised her head slightly. Her green eyes instantly became sharp and locked onto Dakdo's figure. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were full of silent vigilance.

No, what does Dakodo’s thick eyebrows and big eyes mean?

Darko seemed to be completely oblivious to Mary's scrutinizing gaze, but Latios and the others did notice it, but unfortunately the elves, who were his bad friends, would not tell him.

Seeing that Aisiluo was just looking at him calmly and had no intention of responding, Dakoto nodded slightly and said, "Have a good rest. Tomorrow it will be your turn to fight me."

After saying that, the young man turned and walked towards the vending machine not far away, as if the words he just said were just a casual remark.

"He..." Mary frowned and was about to say something when she was interrupted by a burst of hurried footsteps.

Mary shut her mouth.

"Xiao Luo!" Xiaozhi's voice was full of energy, and although his face was tired, his eyes were still bright. He rushed over quickly, followed by Pikachu. The little guy had recovered a lot of energy, and although there were still some burn marks on his fur, faint electric sparks could already come out of his cheek pouches. He was greeting Zoroark with "Pika Pika", even though Zoroark was sleeping.

"How are your Pokémon?" Xiaozhi asked anxiously, with pure concern in his eyes. He is always like this, and anyone can see his love for Pokémon.

"Everything is fine now. Miss Joy said that we just need to rest." Aislo replied with a smile and patted the empty space beside him. "Pikachu looks like he's recovered well."

"Pika!" Pikachu did not jump to the empty space on the other side of Eslo, but pounced on the boy's legs, looking at the sleeping Zoroark curiously.

It seems that even Pikachu can't resist the affinity of the stone tablet.

"That's good! The final battle was so exciting, Banguirus and Pikachu were both awesome!" Xiaozhi sat down with excitement on his face, without any trace of disappointment from defeat.

Shinji put his hands in his pockets and appeared silently in the shadow not far behind Xiaozhi, like a silent sculpture. He did not approach, but his cold eyes swept over Eslo and Mary, and glanced at Dakodo who was buying drinks in the distance, and finally fell on the door of the treatment room. He nodded slightly as a greeting - he knew Eslo could sense him.

Xiaoguang and Xiaogang also came over together. Xiaoguang had a warm smile on his face, "Xiaozhi, remember to keep your voice down, Pikachu and Zoroark need to rest."

"Yes," Xiao Gang nodded, his eyes gentle, "This battle was too exhausting, everyone needs to rest well..."

"Okay, hey..." Xiaozhi scratched his head as if a little embarrassed.

"Hey, hey, hey! Luo Ge! And Xiaozhi!" Ah Xun's loud voice broke the slightly quiet atmosphere, and he ran over shouting, "Isn't your Banguirus too perverted? The last move, my God... and Pikachu, so cool!" He waved his fists excitedly, as if he was the one standing on the field.

"Brother Axun, keep your voice down..." Xiaotong reminded softly. The blond boy was standing behind him. The little girl tilted her head, her big eyes full of worry and curiosity. "Brother, is Zoroark okay? He looks so cute when he's asleep..."

"He's fine, just too tired." Aislo smiled gently at Xiaotong and nodded to Wisdom.

Just as everyone was surrounding Aisiluo and Mary, and the atmosphere was gradually becoming warm and noisy, a voice that was full of fatigue but still trying to maintain its tone sounded at the door, "Hey, it seems like I've missed a lot of things?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall, thin figure leaning against the door frame. His signature black and white hair was a little messy, and his eyes seemed to be painted with lavender eyeshadow. His clothes were full of rock style, but now they were a little wrinkled.

Nie Zi yawned loudly, his eyes swept over the intimate posture of his sister leaning on Aisiluo's shoulder, then looked at the people gathered around, and finally fell on Aisiluo. He tried his best to force a spirited smile, "Is this the first time we meet? Xiaoluo...can I call you that?"

Mary raised her head from Aislo's shoulder and looked at her brother who couldn't think of an opening remark but had to hold it in. A trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes. The girl gently squeezed Aislo's hand. She noticed that the boy's body seemed a little stiff when he saw Nie Zi.

Spicy balls!