Chapter 109: The Making of a Motorcycle Novice
Inside the large motorcycle factory on the Speedway.
Masha, the leader of the maglev motorcycle Bōsōzoku, frowned.
"Is this the fourth battle you want to propose? To see whose cultivated rider is stronger?"
Misa stood before her former partner, now her rival, speaking with a hint of stubbornness.
"That's right. As of now, I am indeed not as strong as you. However, this is just the difference in skill between the two of us; it doesn't prove that our motorcycles are inferior to yours. Therefore, we will each train a rider, starting from the same line, to see who can win."
"I want to prove that a motorcycle is not a tool, but a partner that must be maintained with heart."
A smile played on Masha's face.
"Interesting. I accept... As it happens, we also have a newcomer enthusiast."
A young boy who had been curiously looking around beside Masha stepped forward and politely greeted everyone.
"Hello everyone, I am Red."
The youth wore a red cap, under which his short black hair stood up spiritedly. He was dressed in summer sportswear.
"Ah, hello, hello. I'm Ming Rizhao."
Ming Rizhao hurriedly returned the greeting.
Although the atmosphere between Misa and Masha was somewhat tense, for Ming Rizhao and the young boy, there was no enmity between them, so naturally, there was no sword-rattling standoff.
"Are you also a Pokémon trainer?"
Ming Rizhao asked with some curiosity, seeing the two small figures following by Red's feet.
Red smiled. "Yes, I am."
He then picked up the electric mouse with all-yellow fur and the blue frog with large eyes.
"These are my partner Pokémon, Pikachu and Froakie."
Ming Rizhao quickly nudged Rio and whispered, "Rio, you should say hello too."
However, Rio, who was carefully observing the Pikachu and Froakie, just gave a perfunctory wave and continued to stare at the two Pokémon before him.
"Ahaha, my Pokémon is a bit shy. He's Rio, and his species is Riolu," Ming Rizhao quickly smoothed things over. "Your Froakie doesn't seem to be a native Pokémon of the Middel Region, right? It looks quite rare."
Red put his Pokémon down and also started chatting with Ming Rizhao.
"That's right. I got this little fellow from the Pokémon Exchange Center in Yuanqi City. Ah, you know about the Pokémon Exchange Center in Yuanqi City, right? There are many Pokémon captured by trainers from other regions there. Then, for various reasons—for example, they don't fit the type they're raising, or they don't get along very well, etc.—they come to the exchange center to trade with other trainers."
"This Froakie of mine was also traded from a trainer from the Flotte Continent."
Froakie also croaked twice on cue: "Froakie! Froakie!"
For Pokémon trainers, they generally have their own ideas about cultivating their teams. Take Steven, whom they met not long ago; as a Steel-type enthusiast, the team of Pokémon Steven cultivated basically all had the Steel type. But for some trainers, there isn't such a strict requirement; they will take any Pokémon they feel a connection with as their own to raise. For example, the current Middel Champion, Sapphire Odamaki, is like that.
And according to League regulations, a Pokémon trainer can carry a maximum of 6 Pokémon when traveling. Any extra Pokémon are either left at various breeding centers, deposited at the Pokémon Center, or taken to the exchange center to trade for a Pokémon they desire.
Ming Rizhao had only obtained her trainer license a short while ago, and so far, she only had two Pokémon—Ralts (Ruru) and Riolu (Rio). And for her, who dreamed of obtaining the glory of a regional champion, she naturally needed a full team of Pokémon. After all, the Elite Four trainers and the regional Champion would not go easy on her just because she only had two Pokémon. So, as she chatted with Red, she was somewhat tempted by the idea of going to the exchange center to acquire the Pokémon she wanted to raise.
"...Then let's set the date for two weeks from now."
"Alright. Two weeks. I'll see to what extent you can train her." Masha agreed, his eyes full of mockery. "Those clumsy and heavy things of yours are not as easy to get the hang of as our motorcycles."
Misa clenched her fists but didn't reply. She beckoned to Ming Rizhao and Rio and walked towards her workshop.
So that's how the story began. After agreeing to participate in the motorcycle race, Misa had been diligently teaching Ming Rizhao how to ride a motorcycle.
But the results...
"I'm sorry, Sister Misa. I've tried my best to ride it according to your instructions, but there's always a feeling that it's hard to control."
Ming Rizhao said in frustration.
Misa sighed. As someone who had been through it, she naturally knew what was going on.
"It has nothing to do with you, Xiao Zhao. This kind of motorcycle requires a lot of strength to control. Don't be fooled by my appearance," Misa rolled up her sleeves, revealing a bulging bicep. "I've been training my body since I was a child, and it was only after I became an adult that I could handle this big fellow."
"So it's actually very normal that you can't control the motorcycle."
"Cloyster, melt the ice and let the motorcycle down."
Misa commanded her Cloyster, then sighed again.
"It was all my wishful thinking."
"How about... we see if we can find someone else to race for you?"
Ming Rizhao asked somewhat cautiously.
Misa sighed for the third time. "If only I could find someone..."
She pointed to the other side. The entrance of that large motorcycle factory was crowded with sightseers and onlookers. The sounds of various electromagnetic machinery rang out one after another. In comparison, her own small workshop, with barely any visitors, seemed completely out of place.
While Misa and Ming Rizhao were talking, the other three Pokémon were trying to stably place the vehicle back on the ground.
Cloyster, which had frozen the motorcycle with [Ice Beam], was now using its affinity for Ice-type energy to slowly melt the ice.
And Ralts, whose dessert shop business had finally returned to normal, had also heard that her trainer and little companion were going to participate in some motorcycle race. Ruru had asked the shop owner for a few days off to specifically look after Ming Rizhao. If it weren't for Ralts's psychic power, Ming Rizhao probably would have ended up sprawled on the ground earlier.
At this moment, Ralts was also enveloping the motorcycle with her psychic power, letting it descend slowly.
However, the motorcycle was too heavy. For a moment, Ralts couldn't quite support it, so she hurriedly called out to her little companion with telepathy: "(Pokémon Language) Rio, come and help! I can't hold it anymore!"
"Coming!"
Rio answered and trotted over.
He effortlessly supported the motorcycle with both hands, seeming to place the thawed motorcycle on the ground with no effort at all.
Misa, seeing this, had a "脑洞大开" (brain hole opens wide / stroke of genius).
"Xiao Zhao, how about... you let your Pokémon give it a try?"
Ming Rizhao was a bit baffled, but Rio was extremely eager.
He had long wanted to ride a motorcycle for a spin. It was just that it belonged to someone else, so he couldn't just casually do it. This time, having received permission from the owner, he said he'd do it and he did it. He immediately leaped lightly, straddled the motorcycle, and gleefully gripped the two handlebars.
Under the powerful strength of a Fighting-type Pokémon, the motorcycle was like a small toy, easily manipulated by Rio.
There was just one big problem.
"Ahhhhhh, I can't see the road!!!!!"
Rio cried and hammered the ground.
Do the readers still remember how tall Rio is? Yes, just a little over 0.8 meters. At this height, after straddling the motorcycle, his entire Pokémon self could only raise his hands to hold the handlebars. His forward vision was completely blocked by the towering front of the motorcycle.
Naturally, he couldn't drive if he couldn't see the road. Ah, poor Rio, his knightly dream was shattered before it could even begin.
Misa, watching this scene, found her wild imagination couldn't stop either.
"Xiao Zhao's excellent road judgment, plus her Pokémon's strength to easily handle the motorcycle..."
Looking up, Misa said to the snickering Ming Rizhao and the Rio who was frantically hammering the ground, "How about... you two try riding this motorcycle together?"
Rio: "Huh?"
Ming Rizhao: "Huh?"
Ralts: "Oho?"
Cloyster: "Shell, der, shell, der (Pokémon Language) Not my problem. Time for a nap... zzzz..."
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