Pokemon: I Was Chosen By The White Dragon And Forced To Be The Champion

-331- Cold Mountain Forest

Without much thought, Mubai agreed.

Then he took Silver to the Pokémon Market.

"There is only one Wartortle left among your Pokémon. If you want to return to the position of trainer, you must have Pokémon."

With that said, Mubai patted Yin on the shoulder.

Starting from the beginning, Silver chose Charizard and Bulbasaur, and did not continue to ask for other Pokémon.

After cleaning up, four people and one Pokémon came to the northernmost part of the Unova Region, where there is a mountain forest.

"As far as I remember, this is at least the entrance."

As Yayi spoke, her childish and innocent look completely faded away.

Will the presence or absence of memory change a person in this way?

Mubai thought to himself and got rid of this idea.

The top of the mountain is covered with coniferous forests, the altitude is not low, and most of the Pokémon here are water-type and ice-type.

Looking around, 830 suddenly saw an old man wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a chai bag. He looked at the few people with a strange look on his face.

"Are you...trainers?"

As he spoke, the old man tried his best to open his narrowed eyes.

"Hello, old man, are there any factories near here?"

Mubai asked politely.

"Factory? Are you kidding me? I've been here for decades and I've never seen a factory. Boy, don't think it's easy to fool me because I'm old.

As he said that, the old man smiled.

After saying that, Mubai and others were a little at a loss.

"It will take (bibd) a long time to go out, so why don't you come and sit at my house."

After saying this, the old man walked in front, walking slowly. Mubai thought about it and decided to follow.

I took Chihong and others to the old man's house. It was a very simple little house. I looked around and saw that the old man was a little old man who liked Pokémon very much. There were many wooden carvings of Pokémon and there were many Pokémon in the old man's house.

Pour some tea for a few people.

"Everyone, wait a moment. I'm going to make some food. The house has been here for many years, so don't dislike it."

Not long after, the old man came over with a pot of rice.

"This old man is so kind."

Mei whispered to Mubai, eating porridge with a happy face.

"I'll buy you off with just a bowl of porridge."

Looking around, Mubai noticed a black and white photo and picked it up casually.

"That's my son."

The old man didn't care at all. As he spoke, Mubai hurriedly put it down with a flustered face.

"I'm sorry, old man, I don't know."

"It's okay. My son has been dead for many years. My wife died in childbirth when she was giving birth to my son. My son also died because he was a trainer."

When saying this, the old man looked calm, not only because of the time, but also because of the helplessness of the facts.

"sorry."

Several people in Mubai lowered their heads and looked apologetic.

"It's okay, it's okay. It's been many years and it's long gone."

As he spoke, the old man had a smile on his face, but Mubai could see that his tears had long been swallowed.

"I don't hate being a trainer. It's the career my son has pursued his whole life. It must be full of beauty, but I'm old and can't do that much."

As he said this, a little Vanillite squatted next to the old man, with a happy face as his head was stroked.

Late at night, Mubai and others slept peacefully.

“Everyone, there is something I don’t know whether to say or not.

Meiyi suddenly said.

"Um?"

"The old man's son is not dead.

As soon as these words came out, everyone sat up in shock.

"What!".