My Name is Lucario

Many motorcycles were speeding back and forth on the high-speed track.

And a piece of news was spread among the bikers wearing vests and colorful hairstyles.

"Hey, do you know that woman challenged our boss again?"

A group of motorcycle bikers gathered together and chatted enthusiastically.

"Buzz buzz", one of the bikers, A, twisted the handle of his motorcycle, making the wheel of the electromagnetic motorcycle flash.

"This woman really doesn't know what's good for her. Our boss didn't try his best in those races."

B, the biker, touched his bald head.

"That's right, that kind of backward motorcycle should be eliminated. This track belongs to us new-age bikers."

"That kind of antique is big and bulky. I really don't know what's good about it."

"Maybe others like big things, hahaha..."

A group of bikers laughed obscenely.

"But, I heard that this challenge seems a little different."

"Well, what do you mean?"

"I'm not sure, but the competition is in a week, we'll know then."

"What's the point of delaying it for a week?"

"It's just a loss in the end anyway."

Not far away, a woman passed by with gritted teeth, and the unbearable words of this group of bikers also reached her ears.

"Wait and see, we will definitely not lose this time."

The woman quickened her pace and returned to the small workshop at the entrance of the speed track a moment later.

But before she completely approached the workshop, a two-wheeled heavy motorcycle rushed over from the side.

"Ahhhhhh, Miss Misa, be careful!"

A big guy weighing nearly 200 kilograms is no joke, and coupled with the driver's unskilled driving skills, the heavy motorcycle could not stop for a while and ran straight towards Misa!

At the critical moment, a white light flashed.

"Spiky, spiky, (elven language) I'll stop it!"

The spiky shell with double shell protection jumped in front of Misa, used the hard horns on its shell to hold the ground, and then blew fiercely from its mouth.

"Whoosh", the cold wind was blown out and blew to the motorcycle tires, and it formed solid ice at a very fast speed, freezing the unstoppable motorcycle not far away.

But the people on the motorcycle were not so lucky. With screams, a slender figure was thrown out directly due to inertia.

Fortunately, when the girl was about to fall, the pink telekinesis wave caught the girl dangerously.

Misa, who was sitting on the ground and was still a little frightened, stood up and touched the spiky shell affectionately.

"Thank you, spiky shell."

"Spiky, spiky~"

The spiky shell laughed and narrowed its eyes into arcs.

"Xiaozhao, you really..."

Misha walked to the girl who was hanging by telekinesis helplessly, and reached out to help the girl down.

"Sister Misha, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Asuka Zhao cried. "It's just that this motorcycle is too heavy and difficult to control."

Misha patted the girl's head comfortingly, looked back at the motorcycle with frozen tires, and sighed deeply.

...

To talk about how all this happened, we have to start from a few days ago.

After walking out of the ice room, Asuka Zhao and Rio followed the sound of the motorcycle and swayed all the way over. From a distance, they could already see the "knights" who were speeding freely on the high-speed track.

The extreme sense of speed, the sound of breaking wind, and all kinds of cool motorcycles all attracted the girl and her elf.

Who wouldn't want to ride this cool thing to be cool for a while? Even if you can't really drive a motorcycle, it's great to be able to watch or even enjoy a race up close.

But their dreams were shattered before they even started.

"Sorry, you can't enter the speed track without a motorcycle."

The staff at the entrance of the speed track said so.

The two were refused entry to the speed track, and they could only walk back disappointed.

"Hey, that's... Hey, Xiaozhao, look!"

Leo suddenly seemed to hear something. He raised his head and looked around. His sharp eyesight allowed him to catch a few figures pushing their motorcycles into a small workshop.

The location of the small workshop is not within the scope of the speed track.

In other words...

"Let's go!"

The girl and her elf instantly felt that they were okay again, and immediately ran to the small workshop excitedly.

"Hello, can we visit your motorcycle?"

Asuhiro made her most sincere request to the woman with long red hair, with expectation in her eyes.

The woman didn't seem to expect someone to talk to her, and was stunned for a moment.

"You are..."

The woman asked hesitantly, her facewith a little caution.

Feeling the other party's vigilance, Ming Rizhao quickly explained: "We are just passers-by. We can't go up to visit the speed track because we don't have a motorcycle, but we like motorcycles very much, so..."

Before she finished speaking, the woman laughed heartily.

"Really? It's really good to like motorcycles. I'm Misa, welcome to visit."

After that, she led Ming Rizhao and Leo to the workshop.

As soon as they entered the workshop, Ming Rizhao and Leo couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Don't look at this place as small, but it has everything it should have."

Misa said proudly, turning on the lights in the workshop.

Under the illumination of the lights, the workshop was filled with various tools and parts: various motorcycle shells disassembled, various exhaust pipes hanging on the wall, windshields on the table, and various spray paint cans. However, among the many tools and parts, the most eye-catching ones are those heavy and powerful heavy motorcycles.

"This big guy has a history of more than ten years."

Meisha walked to the motorcycle in the middle and patted the thick cushion with her hand.

"Really good..."

Akira and Leo carefully touched the motorcycle that was said to have been born for more than ten years. The pure black and even reflective shell, the thick and heavy front and rear wheels, the various pipes and accessories exposed to the outside that were a little old but still very delicate, and the huge engine, all proved the might of this big guy.

"Do you want to drive the motorcycle?"

Picking up a rag from the table next to her, Misha carefully wiped the dust on the motorcycle and asked suddenly.

"If there is a chance..."

Akira replied with some envy.

"If you are willing to help participate in a competition and win." Misha seemed to have thought of something and said hesitantly. "From now on, you can ride this motorcycle as you please."

"Is it a Pokémon battle? If it's not a particularly high-level battle, I believe I can still do it."

Ashiro Asahi finally remembered that he was a Pokémon trainer.

"No, it's not a Pokémon battle, but..."

Meisha told a story to one man and one Pokémon.

More than a decade ago, this famous high-speed track did not exist, and it was just an undeveloped area. And Meisha's father, who has loved motorcycles and admired the culture of bikers since childhood, finally decided to build a track here for motorcycle riders after driving his mount to travel all over the eastern part of Middle. Dad invested a lot of effort in this, not only throwing all the money he earned from participating in various competitions into it, but also personally building this "high-speed track" with his biker brothers.

Influenced by his father, his daughter Misa and his apprentice Masa are both fans of motorcycle biker culture. They have ridden their father's motorcycles since they were young and raced back and forth on the high-speed track. However, with the passing of the older generation and the emergence of new technologies, Misa and Masa have differences.

Masa believes that motorcycles pursue absolute performance, and only motorcycles that can win in the competition are real motorcycles. Misa holds the opposite opinion. She believes that motorcycles are not dead objects, but partners that need to be felt with heart. Endlessly pursuing new motorcycles and abandoning the old motorcycles that accompany you is not the style of a real biker.

One insists on pursuing the latest and strongest, and the other insists on maintaining tradition with heart. There are also many supporters between the two factions, so there have been many conflicts between traditional motorcycles and electromagnetic motorcycles.

It's just that the performance of electromagnetic motorcycles is indeed too overwhelming. Over time, fewer and fewer people still insist on driving traditional motorcycles.

"On this high-speed track, motorcycle matters are discussed with motorcycles. I challenged Masa three times, but my skills were not good enough. I could not comprehend the state of being one with the motorcycle that my father talked about, so I lost all three battles."

After listening to Misa's story, Asuka was also a little embarrassed.

"If you, sister Misa, can't beat the opponent, rookies like us can't beat it even more."

"No." Misa's eyes lit up. "This time, I decided to compete with Masa again, in a new way."