radicalducati Chapter 272 They still have a long way to go
Chapter 272 They still have a long way to go
"Woo——"
Suicune's long chant suddenly sounded, and a boundless blizzard began to attack the sky. He looked at the dark color in the sky with a sharp gaze, and the hot fire of war burning in his eyes seemed to symbolize his rebirth.
"Ah~" Ma's mouth curled up into an arc, and the fierce light in his eyes grew stronger. A blazing pillar of fire suddenly bloomed, and the flames roared like a dragon. The orange-red flames rolled, and the heat waves twisted the air. The light pierced the sky, causing the passing clouds to avoid it, as if tearing apart the sky and the earth, with unmatched power.
The clash between ice and fire instantly erupted into an extreme conflict. The cold ice pierced into the blazing flames like a blade, making a hissing sound and white mist rolling up. The flames were not to be outdone, and the blazing light devoured the ice and snow. The ice crystals melted quickly under the high temperature and turned into water droplets, which were evaporated in an instant. The rolling air waves swept through the surrounding trees, and even the sky and the earth seemed to fall into a brief chaos.
In this fight, Suicune unexpectedly reversed his previous bad momentum and became evenly matched with Ma.
However, the white mist produced by the collision of ice and fire obscured the sight of the two elves, blocking their vision.
Suicune's pupils shrank, his opponent was the most powerful Zoroark he had ever seen in his life. This race's use of illusions was widely praised in this world, and this mist that might have been deliberately created by the opponent would not be a good thing for him.
However, just as Suicune was about to disperse the white mist, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow approaching him at an unpredictable speed.
"Woo——" Almost subconsciously, Suicune's silky tail swept across the river surface, and the high waves stirred up almost instantly turned into an ice wall. However, the galloping Ma directly passed through the ice wall, and rushed towards this side as if it had no entity.
Is it an illusion? Suicune's eyes widened. He felt something was wrong, but when he turned his eyes, he suddenly saw Ma standing quietly by the river, looking at him teasingly.
"Ah~" Ma grinned. His opponent had already gone all out, so why shouldn't he go all out? Physical training could be put aside for the next training session, and this battle... let's just finish it first!
Is that his real body? No, if it was his real body, how could he miss this golden opportunity to attack him? Standing on the water, Sui-kun's eyes were heavy.
But in the next moment, Suicune suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, and his body flew out, bouncing on the river like a stone skipping on the water.
Suicune in mid-air quickly adjusted his body shape and successfully stood still. He looked at the figure that had just penetrated the ice wall in disbelief.
This isn't an illusion? How could it be?
Suicune's brain was working rapidly, and Ma's ghostly figure even made him doubt his own eyes.
“Ahhh!”
At this moment, another shout came from behind Shuijun. He turned his head suddenly and saw two more Ma standing facing him with their arms folded, and the water surface beneath their feet was rippling slightly.
Are they all illusions, or are they real?
Silence, long silence.
Suicune seemed to suddenly realize something. He slowly retracted his front paws that were about to attack, then let out a soft moan with a calm look, "Woo..."
He admitted defeat.
If an illusion can affect reality, is it still a lie? It is meaningless for Suicune to continue this battle, because no matter how he fights, he will only end up defeated.
"Bang, bang, bang."
As the sound rang out, the three phantoms turned into black smoke one by one, leaving only the figure that was originally standing on the shore.
"Woo——"
Without any hesitation, Suicune nodded gently to Aislo and Mary on the shore, then slowly turned around and walked away.
After walking about five or six meters, Suicune suddenly turned his head and took a deep look at Ma, the opponent who woke him up. He lost the battle and accepted the defeat sincerely, but this did not mean that he would always accept the defeat.
This planet is round, so they will meet sooner or later, and then, He will challenge his opponent in this battle again.
"..." Ma looked at the receding figure quietly, then turned around and jumped to Aislo's side.
"Thank you for your hard work, Ma. How do you feel?" the boy asked gently.
"Ah~" Ma put his paws on Eslo's shoulders and raised his head slightly with a very proud look - he didn't do this before, until Ma found that his partner would feel at ease after showing such a childish look. Since then, he would often pretend to be slightly proud in front of Zoroark and Eslo, until now it has become a habit.
"That's good!" Aislo smiled happily. He touched the soft mane behind Ma and then put it back into the Poké Ball.
——Sure enough, furry and furry things are the best!
The boy was savoring the feeling just now and sighing in his heart.
"Darkrai, what do you think of that Suicune?" Suddenly, Eslo looked at the figure slowly walking away in the distance and asked Darkrai.
[…] Darkrai was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, [He will reach a higher realm.]
His words are very certain.
“I see…” Aislo withdrew his gaze.
Perhaps the world is just so uneven. The championship, a realm that is out of reach for countless ordinary elves, is just a threshold that legendary elves like Suicune can cross even without any effort, just by waiting.
A long lifespan and excellent talents, these are the standard features of legends. The injustice of the world seems so obvious, as if everything was destined at the moment of birth.
However, it is meaningless to be overly sad about this. Rather than saying that the gap is destined, it is better to say that the world is a dynamic game field. What is important in life may not be the coordinates of the starting point, but how we write our own trajectory in the folds of time and space. Just like the desert rose can be reborn in water after years of dehydration, the resilience of life often blooms in seemingly destined predicaments.
Fate does mark different marks at everyone's starting line, but the world is never short of miracles that use acquired will to cover up innate defects. Structural injustice needs to be institutionally resolved, but over-emphasizing "destiny" is essentially a spiritual surrender that abandons subjective initiative. The real gap is not in the initial configuration, but in whether one can continue to break through the cognitive cocoon. The ductility of life will always exceed the fatalistic imagination.
Every era has its own gravitational field, but the purpose of gravity's existence is to highlight the stars that break free from the earth's gravity.
Aislo suddenly smiled. He looked at the Poké Ball on his waist, then looked at the girl beside him. They both still had a long way to go.