My Name is Lucario

The news that Middle Champion Daigo had visited the "Hoenn Ice House" spread like wildfire, so in the days after Daigo and Asuka's Pokémon battle, many customers continued to come.

Naturally, due to Lalu's outstanding cooking skills, her series of desserts were praised by customers. Coupled with the charm of Riolu's mysterious Pokémon and the maid service outfit of the young beauty Asuka, the three little ones formed a beautiful scenery in the ice house.

But after all, cold drinks and desserts are leisure time pastimes. After a period of popularity, the customer flow of "Hoenn Ice House" returned to normal levels, and the three little ones finally had a chance to be free.

"… So that's it, Rio and I are going to continue to practice cooperation, Lulu, I'll continue to ask you to work." Asuka put his hands together and looked at Lalu with tears in his eyes.

And Leo next to him also cooperated with a "macho flattering" expression.

The final result was that Asuka and Leo walked out of the "Hoenn Ice Room" with Ralts's resentful eyes behind them.

The scorching sun a while ago had become milder at this time. The girl, who was enjoying the suitable weather, took a big breath exaggeratedly.

"I'm relieved. I finally don't have to wear that outfit!"

Leo put his hands on the back of his head and walked lazily beside her.

"You should think about how to practice the kind of 'balance' that Daigo said."

Just as this man and elf were thinking about where to go to continue practicing combat coordination, a "rumbling" sound came from their ears.

Asuka and Leo's eyes lit up at the same time.

"...You heard it too?"

Leo gave Asuka a look.

"The sound of a motorcycle!"

Asuka squinted and looked at a place a little far away.

Then he and Leo nodded at the same time.

"Let's go!" x 2

Well, these two probably forgot about training combat coordination again.

…

What is a motorcycle?

From the perspective of the human world, it refers to a heavy-duty mobile vehicle with front and rear wheels driven by a single person. Today, it has deviated from the definition of a simple vehicle. The motorcycle itself has become a culture and even a trend. (Author: So, when you are called a motorcycle, it means that you are very fashionable. Believe me! (Convinced face))

In the elf world, as an important representative of motorcycle culture, those people who often wear jackets and have wild hairstyles, riding their own vehicles, are called "bosozoku".

Although they don't look like good people, they are more like the big villains who will rush into your house and kill people in the next quarter of an hour. In fact, they only love their own vehicles and regard motorcycles as their other lives. Because of their common hobbies, they are very united internally, pay great attention to the "knight" demeanor, and advocate single combat. Even those passing elf trainers applaud and praise them.

"Are you going to fight us alone, or are we going to fight you alone?"

"Ah?"

The elf trainer who passed by looked at the group of fat guys who surrounded him blankly.

"Also, remember to give us a good review, otherwise you can't get out of this road! Hmm? Do you understand?"

"Okay, okay..."

The elf trainer said that I just want to survive. A real man can bend and stretch. Don't bully the poor young man. When I become stronger and come back, I... It's just a good review. There is no problem at all. Can you put down the chains in your hands first...

Ahem, in short, the bikers are also a relatively unique group in the elf world.

However, today, they are very united, and different voices have begun to emerge within them.

...

There is also a special attraction on the outskirts of Zidian City.

Walking out of the east gate of Zidian City, in addition to the regular roads, there is also a road that only motorcycles are allowed to drive on - the speed track.

If you don't have a motorcycle, you will be stopped at the entrance of the speed track and will not be allowed to go up. This track is connected to the largest city in the entire Middel area, Kyle City, so some people who want to reach Kyle City quickly often choose to take this road.

Of course, taking this road requires certain skills, because...

"Buzz buzz buzz", an electromagnetic suspension motorcycle passed two S-shaped curves in a very elegant posture, and finally stopped deliberately in front of the artificially set end point.

The group of bikers watching nearby cheered, and the driver of the electromagnetic motorcycle chewed gum and looked at the road he came from with a smirk on his face, as if waiting for something.

"Boom boom boom", a motorcycle with two large tires just passed the curve and came to the stop in the eyes of everyone.

"Give up, Misa, you can't catch up with me." The man driving the electromagnetic motorcycle deliberately waited until the tire motorcycle was about to drive in front of him, and then he started his motorcycle in a cool manner.

"Buzz", the electromagnetic motorcycle rode away and crossed the finish line.

"Ahhhh, it's so hateful!"

The driver of the tire motorcycle took off his helmet, revealing the woman's angry face.

"Masha, don't be complacent, next time, I will definitely beat you, I will prove to you that tire motorcycles are the romance of the bikers, not your shitty electromagnetic motorcycles!"

After screaming at the electromagnetic motorcycle that left casually, Misa drove back to her territory in a sullen manner - a small workshop at the entrance of the speed track.

"Big sister, this is... the third time you lost the game, right?"

A younger brother with a face full of flesh next to him said to Misa cautiously.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Misa glared at the younger brother.

"That kind of soft machine is not a motorcycle for the bikers at all. I will never recognize them!"

The younger brother who was stared at was still whispering.

"But others are strong. We have challenged them several times but have not won. If this continues, no new people will join us..."

Looking around the small group on Misa's side, there are only a few people left. Compared with the Masha group on the opposite side who owns a large motorcycle assembly factory, the gap is indeed visible to the naked eye.

The times are developing.

The motorcycle riders who used to be powerful and rode two-wheeled heavy motorcycles have gradually evolved into riding the new era of electromagnetic suspension motorcycles, wantonly trying to crush the stories of the old era completely.

The new motorcycles have abandoned the big wheels, used the magnetic suspension technology brought by the electromagnetic wheel, simplified various operations, and equipped with the function of intelligent steering. Both the convenience of driving and the difficulty of control have been greatly reduced.

However, there are still a group of people who still insist on traditional heavy two-wheeled motorcycles, because in their hearts, the feeling of the tires rubbing against the ground and the satisfaction of driving a beast are the romance that those simplified motorcycles cannot bring.

However, for the new generation of people, the coolness of electromagnetic motorcycles and the convenience of getting started without too much training are very attractive to them. Even many bikers who used to be accustomed to traditional two-wheeled motorcycles can't stand the temptation of electromagnetic motorcycles and "defect" to that side.

Seeing more and more of her younger brothers defecting, Misa, who insists on traditional motorcycles, is naturally anxious. Therefore, she also invited Masa, the boss of the electromagnetic motorcycle biker gang, to have a few duels.

Don't get me wrong, for these bikers, the so-called duel is not the common elf duel.

On the speed track, there is an unwritten rule, that is, in the competition here, the motorcycle speaks, and anyone has the right to challenge any other motorcycle rider. Naturally, the challenged can choose to refuse. If it is a challenge with a big difference in strength, then no one will say anything. But if the strength is almost the same, or if it is a challenge from a weak person to a strong person, if the challenged person does not accept the challenge, then the people on the entire speed track will laugh at him endlessly until he quits the speed track.

In the duel between the two-wheeled motorcycle and the electromagnetic motorcycle, there is no doubt that the latter will win. After all, the performance gap brought about by the technological difference between the two motorcycles is too big.

The price of losing the game is the right to use several tracks on the speed track, as well as the large motorcycle factory that originally belonged to Misa and her group.

"Damn it, what should I do?" Misa walked out of the small workshop a little irritably, and her elf, the thorny shell, jumped around to accompany her.

"If we lose again, this only remaining workshop will also be handed over, and then there will be no place for us here..."

Just when Misa was thinking hard, a crisp voice sounded in her ears.

"Hello, can we take a look at your motorcycle?"

Looking at the expectant look in the eyes of the girl and the elf beside her, Misa suddenly had an idea.