Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 173 Goodbye Haruki

Today, the weather is still very sunny. The sunlight shines through the sparse rustling leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground of the Evergreen Forest.

"Hey, the woman isn't home, but she left a letter for you on the dining table."

Shota took the letter from Machado, opened it and saw the following words: "I'm sorry, Xiaorao, the research institute in Nibi City has recently started studying the evolution of Eevee. As the main person in charge, I don't have time to cook for you. This is a code, please find a way to solve it yourself."

Shota put away the letter, sighed helplessly, and looked at Machado.

"Hmm? Where are we going to eat? I've been working all morning, don't let me steal other people's food again!"

Sighing helplessly, Shota felt that he should be not far from Tokiwa City, so he decided to go there to solve his stomach problem.

Just when Shota used instant teleportation to the outskirts of Tokiwa Forest, he saw a man who asked him something surprising—Haruki.

His hair was long and messy, as if it had not been trimmed for a long time. It hung casually on his forehead and beside his ears. Occasionally a few strands of hair were blown up by the wind, making it look a little messy.

Next to him was a Butterfree, flapping its wings.

"Huh? Um? Hello? Have we met somewhere before?"

Looking at this tall guy, Shota didn't recognize him immediately, but the backpack around his waist gave him a detailed clue.

Looking at the man staring at him in a daze, Haruki didn't know what he was thinking about. He subconsciously covered his chest with his hands and took a few steps back.

"Hey, brother, even though you look handsome, my sexual orientation is normal."

Listening to Haruki's somewhat unconventional words, Shota felt that this guy was still the same, without any change. The only thing that might have changed was the Butterfree, which was only at level 30.

"Well, I'm so sorry, you look a lot like a friend of mine, so I was a little mesmerized by you."

After hearing what Shota said, Harumura finally felt relieved and said, "I also think that you are very similar to a friend of mine in the past, but that guy is always cold for some reason. However, I still think he is a good guy."

Probably because he didn't have breakfast, Shota's stomach started to growl.

"Hahahahaha!"

When Chuncun heard the voice, he didn't know what he was thinking about, but he burst into laughter.

After he reacted, he put his hands together and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, your voice reminds me of my friend, that guy, who had the same stomachache when I didn't bring him lunch."

The scene changed, and Haruki said enthusiastically: "Why don't you come to my house for dinner? It's just an extra pair of chopsticks, don't be so embarrassed."

This guy, like the previous one, is a thick-skinned guy.

However, feeling his somewhat rough pull, Shota felt that his body followed Haruki very obediently.

Along the way, this guy was chattering as usual, asking about his name or other interests and hobbies.

All in all, this guy seems to still be living in Shota's original memory.

……

"Children, it's time for dinner!"

Looking at the steaming food in front of him, Haruki put his hands together with great force, making a crisp snapping sound, and then shouted, "I'm going to eat!"

However, after eating for a while, Haruki did not hear Shota say this. He looked at his mother, and then looked at Shota with a tacit and surprised look.

"Well, Xiao Rao, before eating, didn't you say 'Am I ready yet?' This is very similar to a friend of mine, the one I told you about before."

At this time, Haruki's mother said, "That's true. Shota is very polite in other aspects, but not in this one. Even if we teach him later, he will quickly forget it subconsciously. But he is a good boy."

Looking at Haruki and his mother chattering about themselves, he, as the person involved, couldn't help but feel a little funny. At the same time, another feeling spread in his heart.

After dinner, Shota offered to wash the dishes, but Haruki got there first.

Sitting at the dining table, Shota and Haruki's mother sat on each side, holding a cup of steaming green tea in their hands. They blew on it lightly, and then slowly took a small sip. As the faint bitterness stimulated the taste buds, the final sweetness of the green tea seemed like nectar, satisfying the meaning of sweetness after bitterness.

However, suffering is not advocated here. No one likes suffering. We have to endure suffering because it is unavoidable.

When you feel tired, you should not go to the bus station, train station, or airport. When you are tired, you should rest.

For example: Shota is here leisurely sipping green tea and enjoying a pleasant time.

Listening to the sound of water flowing from the sink, Haruki's mother couldn't help but sigh:

"Oh, my Haruki has been like this since he was a child. In fact, I am still quite worried about his character. However, this character has helped him a lot, although sometimes he would cry secretly in his quilt because he didn't have a father. But, fortunately, before his lively and cheerful personality changed, he met a friend with a personality opposite to his."

Taking another sip of tea, Haruki's mother continued, "Actually, for the sake of family expenses, I don't want his friend named Shota to join in the family's expenses. However, Shota's indifference since his parents died seems to have a kind of majesty that attracts Haruki."

Putting down the cup of green tea, Haruki's mother looked at Haruki with a serious expression, a loving smile appeared on her face, and continued:

"I don't know what Haruki is thinking, but I think he should have gained not only friendship from Shota, but also some courage to face life, because Shota basically always refuses some of his requests or invitations, but sometimes, like giving a sweet date with a stick, he will agree to some of Haruki's requests."

Haruki's mother seemed to feel that she had said too much, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry for saying some strange things. If possible, I hope you can just treat it as a story about a mother caring for her child."

In the afternoon, the sun sets and the sunlight shines on the ground, shining brightly under the reflection of the smooth gravel.

"Xiao Rao? Are you sure you want to give this Mienshao to me?"

Shota nodded to indicate yes, and said, "I don't need this Mienshao in my team anymore. If I release it, I don't think it will survive."

As he spoke, Shota looked at Mienshao.

Feeling the threat in Shota's eyes, the Mienshao, which had already escaped the control of its super powers, still shuddered all over.

Haruki, this careless guy, didn't think much about it and happily took the Poké Ball that originally contained Milotic.

"Hey! Xiao Rao, we will meet again, right?"

Shota walked under the sunset and waved his hand behind him. His back looked a little lonely, but his steps were unusually firm.