"These things... is it really necessary to look deeper into them?"
The old man looked at Rope's face, then a contemptuous smile curved the corners of his mouth.
"It turns out that your faith isn't as sincere as you claimed."
Rope felt a bit ridiculous as he opened his mouth. He originally thought that this was thought to be a fanatic believer, but he didn't realize that this guy didn't actually have any reverence for the gods.
"No, my faith is very sincere." The old man however shook his head then explained to Rope, "Why, can't these two Arceus in your mouth be the same person?"
Rope was also stunned as if he was shaken by the question, but soon he shook his head and said, "The difference between the divine power of the tablet and the divine power of the essence is a lot. Although the levels of the essence are both high. But the difference is still huge."
The power of the slate carried a certain high rank and high level of hierarchy. But compared to the Origin's divine power that was homologous to the Power Seed, there was still a considerable gap.
Having different levels of divine power, how could two such divine travelers be the same god?
The old man, after hearing Rope's words, but only smiled faintly, then said frankly, "Although I don't know exactly what you think, I really don't know the difference between these two Gods that you're talking about either."
"But in my perception, the one I have been worshipping has always been this Lord Arceus in front of me. The alpaca you speak of. I have not seen it."
As he said this, the old man pointed his finger at Arceus' idol and said seriously.
Rope also knew that the old man was however not lying. But...
"What about Azure Flute? Since you can't answer my questions, give me what I want. I don't think you want to get into a head-on confrontation with me either."
Rope spread his hands and said, "After all, you should know yourself that you can't beat me. You might indeed be a descending blow against the other trainers."
"Use Growlithe and the others to slow down the opposing Pokémon while you deal directly with the other trainer. You're strong. But not as strong as me. I'm also very skillful at using this kind of routine."
Rope had an unscrupulous smile on his face as he said this.
The corners of the old man's mouth twitched slightly... this guy really wasn't wrong in saying that, and his normal maneuver was also of this kind. Rightfully so, this kind of routine could only lie flat when encountering someone like Rope who had the same routine, but whose strength crushed his own.
"Aren't you interested in what I'm guarding?"
The old man pondered for a moment, then said with a cold face.
Rope shrugged his shoulders and spoke, "For one thing, I'm not lacking in the kind of things you say you're guarding."
With that Rope pulled out the small ball of flame he had in his hand, then dissipated the flames to reveal the aqua blue core within.
The old man's eyes went straight for a moment, he hadn't expected Rope to actually have such a thing in his hand.
But very quickly, Rope put the Water Origin back, then said, "But what I have to tell you is this. I'm not very interested in this thing, but I do collect this thing. Because there is someone else who is looking for these things. He doesn't have the same means as me."
Rope was now genuinely wondering if that guy had searched all the villages. Or at least the tragedies in those villages should have all been things that guy had gotten up to.
Rope was kind of giving the old man some sort of caution.
Rope didn't want that guy to achieve his goals. But Rope wouldn't be afraid. Because even if that person could gather all the power of the gods, he wouldn't be able to become a true god. Are you kidding me, this kind of high-level energy that you know is foreign at first glance is that easy to absorb?
Aren't you afraid of playing yourself to death? This was actually the same as primitive man building a nuclear power plant. There was simply nothing that could also be expected.
All Rope could do was pray that the man wouldn't play himself too badly.
What's more...Rope guessed that these energies weren't unowned energies.
The idol was still there, so how could you think this god was really dead?
"I'm not going to tell you so much. So much you don't know. Tell me the whereabouts of Azure Flute and I'll go ask that creator god myself."
Rope spoke blandly.
The old man looked at Rope like he was looking at some rare species.
After a moment, the old man shook his head and said, "I am not very clear about Azure Flute's whereabouts. Because I haven't seen Azure Flute, I've only heard of Azure Flute's legend, that's all."
The corner of Rope's mouth twitched slightly. Did anyone really believe this kind of talk?This Azure Flute thing was something that few Pokémon players even knew about in the original world. Because this thing didn't even exist. There was no normal method of obtaining it.
Not to mention in the world of Pokémon. In such a world, would anyone really know about the existence of Azure Flute? Isn't that a lie?
And now this old man in front of him, not only did he know about Azure Flute, he even understood the legend of Azure Flute. How could such a person not know the whereabouts of Azure Flute?
"I think it's best for us to trust each other."
Rope said with a serious face, "Because I really don't want to bully the old man."
The old man looked at Rope, had a look at Diana and Sennogi behind Rope, and also spoke rather helplessly, "I have no intention of making an enemy of you. Although I don't know what exactly you are looking for Azure Flute for. But you have ultimately brought the village with you. I have no reason to make things difficult for you. But Azure Flute's whereabouts... I don't know."
The smile on Rope's face finally closed as well. He now knew why there were times when people said, as much as possible, not to talk to these people who thought they were noble, or great.
This guy who thought he was pious could really get someone in trouble.
So Rope waved his hand at Diana, Whitley, and Sennogi, and after the three women backed up to a relatively safe distance, Rope removed Charizard's Pokéball from his own waist.
"Come out, Charizard!"
"Roar !!!!"
Charizard stood at Rope's side, glaring tightly at the old man in front of him with an icy face, but with flames blazing at its rear end.
The old man was a bit taken aback by the sight.
"You're going to engage me in a sparring match?"
This seemed to be somewhat inconsistent with the way the picture was drawn between the two of them. It was logical that the two of them should take matters into their own hands and then beat their opponents into submission.
Instead of using Pokémon battles to determine the winner.
"I'm a trainer, of course my first choice to fight someone is Pokémon vs. Pokémon."
Rope was also a bit helpless. This was the world of Pokémon. His first choice for battling was of course to have a Pokémon go head-to-head. If he really liked the feeling of this fire in that do-it-yourself, punch through the world with his fists. Wouldn't it have been better for him to just stay in the King of Thieves world at that point?
Both of those worlds he quite liked. Even in the Pokémon world in front of him, where the style of painting was already off, he still liked it.
This was the charm of Pokémon.
The old man was stunned at first, then let out a light laugh. I didn't think that a person who could raise his power to such an extent would still believe in the power of Pokémon, this was simply an incredible thing.
However, he didn't realize that Rope's guy's ability to improve was certainly related to his own workouts. But what actually really gave his ability a boost. It was still collecting and training Pokémon.
That is to say...Rope's entire body of isri can now basically be said to be a bonus for breeding Pokémon.
Hmm, if the old man knew about this, I guess the old man just had to bite his handkerchief in his own heart right now.
But since Rope wanted to have a Pokémon battle, the old man would of course fulfill him. It wasn't because of anything else. More crucially, it was because, if he fought Rope directly, his chance of winning would basically be equivalent to nothing.
And in the aspect of commanding a sparring match, he still had some experience. After all, after living for such a long time, there were some things that even without talent, he could still do well.
Furthermore. He was still very confident in the strength of that old partner of his. Even if the one in front of him was a Charizard that was known to be very powerful at first glance, it wasn't as if he didn't have the ability to fight it off. There was even a chance of victory.
One should know that in the words of the outside world now. He was also a champion-level powerhouse!
"Come out, Salamence!"
Along with the old man's shout, a loud dragon roar came from the foothills in the distance.
A small black dot appeared from the foothills, and then gradually grew larger in the midst of sight. It soon flew in front of Rope and the others. It was a large-sized one with four stout legs and solid abdominal armor, and the most conspicuous thing was undoubtedly a pair of wings like a blood-colored curved moon.
This was none other than Salamence, also known as the Bloodwing Flying Dragon.
Salamence meekly bent its slender neck in front of the old man and rubbed its head against the old man's hand.
The old man's eyes also brought a hint of nostalgia and emotion.
"It's actually Hoenn's Salamence..."
Whitley looked at the old man and Salamence in front of him somewhat strangely.
"There's something wrong with the color, isn't there."
Diana, on the other hand, was staring at Salamence in a somewhat strange manner. this Salamence was not the azure color that it should have been, nor was it the soft green color that shiny Salamence should have been. Instead, it was a light bluish purple color. Vaguely, you could still see the azure undertones.
Although Sennogi didn't understand all this knowledge related to Pokémon, she frowned as she sized up Salamence and then spoke, "This Salamence has absorbed the power of the Origin as well."
Rope was also feeling odd. It was reasonable to say that with the old man's strength, a sub outside the world would be able to become a party of great power by casually mingling around. Why on earth, this old man actually stayed here, silent and unknown.
Rope never doubted that some people could give up material enjoyment for certain things.
But what were those things to the old man?
Faith? Power?
But does it make sense to keep faith without spreading it, just keeping it to yourself?
What is the point of pursuing power without utilizing it? What was the point of pursuing such power?
Rope couldn't understand.
But the old man and Salamence, at that moment, had already taken up a fighting stance.
So Rope took a deep breath, and after locking eyes with Charizard, he spoke, "Rope! From Pallet Town!"
The old man froze for a moment, then as if he remembered something, he laughed loudly and cheerfully for a few moments, then looked seriously at Rope and spoke, "Mizuiro! from Ryuushiru Village!"
The corner of Rope's eyes jumped a bit. But did not move. Since the decision was made to have a sparring session now, Rope wouldn't bother asking those questions now.
If there was something to say, of course, they could wait until after their fight.
But it was different for Whitley and the others behind him. The three girls in the back were no fools, and they instantly realized something was wrong as soon as they heard Elder Mizuiro give the name of their village.
"What is the name of your village?"
Whitley looked at Diana and Sennogi and asked in confusion.
The two Sennogi and Diana couldn't help but look at each other, both seeing the doubt and disbelief in the other's eyes, before the two shook their heads slowly together at Whitley.
"Never heard of it." *2
Whitley nodded in confusion. Then looked curiously across the room at the old man.
And after them, Hoopa and Growlithe were watching the sparring match between Rope and Elder Mizuiro attentively.Growlithe was not Elder Mizuiro's partner, but they were old acquaintances. If he could, Growlithe certainly didn't want Elder Mizuiro to lose this matchup.
But Hoopa knew Rope well. Let's not talk about Rope's commanding abilities. Under his training, Charizard's own battle sense and on-the-fly reactions had long been honed.
Of course, an average level trainer to command Charizard and the others would be better off fighting on their own.
And that's where Rope comes in.
"Charizard! Flamethrower, say hello!"
Rope said in a bland command.
"Salamence, respond!"
And so a pillar of red-colored fire collided with a pillar of blue-violet fire.
Both sides looked evenly matched. And the faces between Rope and Elder Mizuiro as well as Charizard and Salamence didn't change at all. Just like what was said before...it was just a greeting, that's all.
Rope's face stays the same as he looks at the flames in front of him. He was even just letting the normal Charizard fight now, and not to mention the enhancement of the Red Flame, the mega evolution alone hadn't even been used yet.
The opposite side of the Salamence obviously also still have cards. I think it should probably be those related origin divine power.
Rope looked at old man Mizuiro, and old man Mizuiro also looked at Rope. in this flame clash, they both felt each other's determination. They both felt each other's determination. But determination can't be a meal.
What they have to do, must be accomplished. That is to say, this battle must be divided into winners and losers.
"Salamence, lift off!"
"Charizard! follow!"
And so both Pokémon took to the sky.
"Charizard! close in and use Dragon Claw!"
Charizard lifted his wings and attacked towards Salamence, his claws carrying purple dragon energy.
"Block it, then use Dragon Pulse!"
Elder Mizuiro saw this and commanded blandly.
So Salamence blocked the move directly with his abdominal armor, and then struck towards Charizard with Dragon Pulse in his mouth.
Charizard threw himself at it with a Flamethrower.
Explosions went off, and the battle, still going on.