Pokemon: Reborn Rich Alternate Earth

Chapter 362: Flying

A red figure was sprinting across the grassland, its speed so fast that from a distance, it looked like a crimson lightning bolt weaving through the sea of green grass.

Its flowing fur and agile form made it resemble a Pokémon of the wind.

A husky—no, an Arcanine—was running freely across the grassland. Here, there were no concrete roads, no tall buildings, and no obstacles to hinder its run.

Here, it could have fun, gallop, and enjoy the pure joy of running.

Julian was lying flat on Arcanine's back, clutching its thick fur with both hands and squeezing his legs tightly around its sides, if he didn’t, he’d definitely be thrown off.

They were moving at 500 kilometers per hour. At that speed, Julian’s blood surged, his heart raced, and adrenaline flooded his system.

Arcanine was a Pokémon known for its speed. Legends said it could run 10,000 kilometers in a single day and night. Not only was it fast, but its endurance was extraordinary.

Ten minutes later, Julian finally slid off Arcanine’s back. He gave his partner a carefree wave, letting it know it could keep running as long as it wanted.

Watching Arcanine's powerful strides and the way its golden mane danced in the wind, Julian understood why so many admired this Pokémon’s grace.

One word: cool.

'If only my backyard was this big, then I wouldn’t have to worry about Arcanine tearing down the house.'

After all, the main reason for the “house demolition” incidents was because Arcanine had nowhere to release its pent-up energy.

They couldn’t battle every day, and even if they tried, Julian’s Pokémon would have to take turns, and at that rate, Arcanine would only get a turn every two days.

There was no rush to explore this Advanced-level secret realm. The scenery here was nice, and Julian didn’t mind staying here for a day or two.

At this moment, all his Pokémon had already been released, and there wasn't a single wild Pokémon within a radius of five or six kilometers.

Grass-type Pokémon were naturally timid, and among Julian's Pokémon, a few had faces that practically screamed, "I'm a villain."

What are you looking at? Yeah, I'm talking about you, Aggron, Steelix—wipe that grin off your face, and Gabite, where do you think you’re going?

"Honedge, come here!"

Julian suddenly waved toward Honedge who was floating through the air as an idea popped into his head.

Honedge obediently flew to his side. After spending this time together, along with some "brainwashing," Honedge’s affection for Julian had grown steadily.

The thoughts and memories of its previous trainer were fading fast.

"Fly a bit lower—about here."

Julian gestured to his knee.

Honedge shifted downward until its blade hovered just above Julian’s knee.

"Not vertically—turn sideways."

Honedge: "Oh"

The moment Honedge adjusted its body horizontally, it suddenly felt something pressing down on it. It looked to find Julian stepping onto its blade.

"All right, let’s fly!"

Realizing he could stand on Honedge, Julian grew excited.

Sword flight! Every man's dream!

Of course, men have plenty of dreams—like piloting a Gundam or transforming into Ultraman and so on.

Julian's weight was nothing to Honedge.

The blade Pokémon began to fly forward, but it hadn’t gone far before—plop!

Julian hit the ground with a thud.

"Encore, fly slower this time!"

Even after being thrown off, Julian’s excitement didn’t wane—in fact, it only increased.

Arcanine, who had paused mid-sprint to watch the commotion, tilted its head.

It saw its Trainer repeatedly jump onto Honedge, fly for a while, nearly fall several times, and then inevitably crash to the ground.

This pattern repeated more than a dozen times, with Julian grinning the entire time.

Arcanine: 'My Trainer has lost his mind'

Metagross, floating nearby, came to the same conclusion.

From Metagross’s perspective, Julian's antics made no sense. Honedge was small, no matter how he balanced, he was bound to fall off eventually.

'If you want to fly, isn’t it faster to ride Dragonite? And my back is so broad—much more comfortable than balancing on Honedge.'

Metagross glanced at Slowking.

Metagross: "Do you have the walnuts with you?"

Slowking nodded: "You want some?"

Metagross: "He does."

It gestured toward Julian, who had just face-planted again.

Slowking: "It's useless for him to eat walnuts."

"Riding the sword, soaring through the wind—free to roam the heavens and earth—wait, wait, wait—ahhh!"

Crash

Once again Julian picked himself up, brushing dirt from his clothes and muttering, "It would be great if I had a Totem soul."

Honedge was simply too small, and when it accelerated, he lost his footing and fell. It was fine when it flew slowly, but speeding made it impossible to stay balanced.

If it was a Totem Pokémon, its blade would be larger, the surface area bigger, and his feet wouldn't slip as easily when Honedge picked up speed.

"All right, that’s enough for today."

Julian waved a hand when he saw Honedge’s curious look.

Hearing this, Honedge's eye drooped slightly in disappointment—it enjoyed the game, especially the close interaction with Julian.

"Don't worry. We'll play again next time."

Seeing Honedge's disappointment, Julian patted Honedge’s hilt with a smile.

When he turned back, he found Metagross and Slowking staring at him blankly.

"What? What's with those looks?"

He couldn’t shake the feeling that they were looking at a fool—but he was too embarrassed to ask.

Slowking and Metagross shook their heads simultaneously.

Julian: ∑(O_O)

"Luca!"

Lucario: "Someone’s coming!"

Among Julian's Pokemon, only Lucario had remained vigilant and immediately sensed an unfamiliar presence approaching quickly.

"Meta!"

Upon Lucario's warning, Metagross, Dragonite, and the others immediately tensed, focusing in the direction of the approaching presence.

Moments later, a Pidgeot appeared in the sky above them, a person riding on its back.

As the Pidgeot lowered, all of Julian's Pokemon shifted into fighting stances.

After descending to about fifty meters, it slowed, hovering there, and at the same time a voice came from above.

"Don't misunderstand, Mr. Walker, I was flying by when I saw a red figure running across the grassland and got curious."

The stranger had been drawn by the sight of Arcanine’s running figure. After approaching, he saw many steel-type Pokémon below.

The iconic silver Metagross and the steel-type Mythical Melmetal, clearly revealed the Trainer’s identity.

Julian didn’t respond. He squinted up at the figure, but with the goggles covering most of the stranger’s face, he couldn't tell who it was.

"If you don’t land or leave immediately, I will attack," Julian said coldly.

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