Luther has been deliberately avoiding things with Misaki since he came to Galar.
He didn't pay attention to Misaki's achievements, didn't collect information about Misaki over the years, and completely ignored this person's existence.
Occasionally, I can hear people on the streets saying how good her record is and how powerful she is, and my brain has learned to filter it automatically.
Arcelora and Shijana, who knew their master's character very well, naturally would not mention Misaki's deeds in front of them, and Kexi never watched reports related to her after being reminded.
It's not that Luther hates Misaki too much, so he deliberately refuses to receive news about her, he is just waiting.
There is still a glimmer of hope in her heart, hoping that she can make some excuses to make herself and Sirona feel better.
But it had been a month since Luther arrived in Galar, and the tournament had been in full swing for so long, and Misaki had never contacted him.
News that she lives in the Pink Ink Seahorse Hotel has spread everywhere. Many trainers and reporters gather in the hotel lobby and outside the hotel every day. Would she not know?
Knowing but not coming, Luther was inevitably a little disappointed.
Another match ended without any suspense. Luther's winning streak had reached a terrifying sixty-nine games, with no defeat in any major or small game.
The league's top leaders simply cannot estimate the specific level of Luther's strength. Even the very experienced Kawu, Nie Zi and others can only tell the top brass based on their own standards.
"It's fine if I go up to you."
Luther's strength is the biggest mystery in the tournament. No one knows how high his upper limit is.
The Alliance no longer snipers at Luther, because Roz said at the meeting with a smile that this approach is really full of aristocratic ethos.
This is an obvious irony.
The so-called aristocratic atmosphere is about identity and status. I can defeat you with players who are weaker than you and about the same strength as you, but I can never defeat you directly with the strongest player.
This will make it appear that I am bullying the small, and that I am narrow-minded and too small-minded.
There is nothing wrong with this approach. After all, every region in the tournament is paying attention, and the alliance cannot directly parachute a high-ranking gym owner and elite trainer to fight against Luther.
After finding out that ordinary trainers have no chance of winning against Luther, it seems very stupid to continue to ask their own people to give away points in the name of "sniping".
On the second day after Roz's sarcastic exit, Luther could see trainers from other regions during the ranking process.
The top management of the Galar League is waiting, because according to Luther's current winning streak, under the new scoring system, he has entered the super ball level where the Galar elite trainers belong.
And his ranking has also risen from 143,270th during the lowest ranking period to 998th.
From bottoming out to sixty-nine consecutive wins, and because his performance directly affected the algorithm changes, Luther has become a legend in the first Galar Championship. The discussion is as hot as that of local trainers in Galar.
No matter what Luther's final results are, everything he does when he comes to Galar will affect subsequent trainers a few years later, and become an excellent talking point for everyone who pays attention to the progress of the championship.
And even now, only a month after the tournament started, some people are already looking forward to the scene of Luther entering the Eighth Master and successfully joining forces with Alchemy Emperor.
Taking Mariluli to sweep the food stalls is something Luther must do after every game.
Other elves need to warm up and maintain training to ensure their strength and performance, but Maliluri is much simpler and more crude.
Just need to be fed.
Although there are no competitions that require the giant Buddha of Mariluli to come out, it is definitely right to let her eat enough.
Rude had no burden to spend money on robbing black property. The black money filled a small house in the suite, and there were so many jade stones that it hurt your feet. It was a pain to accidentally step on one when you get up to go to the toilet.
A bunch of elves were eating delicious food in front of the snack bar. Only Luther was carefully observing Miaomiao's fur.
Did he make this by himself or was he raised too well? Miaomiao's light gray fur is shiny and shiny, and it stands out beautifully.
When I first received Miaomiao, I could still see the neck, but now the neck is fluffy and furry, as if it has gained weight.
While he was rubbing Miaomiao's little face, light blue flashed past the corner of Luther's eyes.
When she raised her head, a cross-shaped bat landed on her shoulder.
"Long time no see, has your Miaomiao not evolved yet?"
Luther was stunned for a few seconds and said with a smile: "She just doesn't want to evolve. What can I do? In my opinion, her choice is the most important."
"That's right, you've always been like this."
"I thought you had changed your main force when you came to Galar, but I didn't expect that the cross-shaped bat was still there." Luther called the store owner to serve snacks to Misaki.
"There have indeed been some changes in the lineup, with a few more powerful elves added, but the Crossbat is outstanding and has always been an indispensable part of my team."
"Then who is the missing part?" Luther asked.
The corners of Misaki's lips raised: "For me, no."
Gardevoir and Darkrai quietly enveloped the table where Luther and Misaki were sitting with their mental power. The surrounding noise was isolated, and no one outside could hear their conversation.
"I have heard a lot about your glorious deeds recently. You are a regular on the record list, a messenger of justice in the Galar region, and a trainer who is in the spotlight."
"It's just ridiculous. As you know, I'm not a person who likes to join in the fun, and I don't like to be the focus of everyone. This will make me feel at a loss."
Misaki smiled, her two dimples were as cute as before.
"Really? I think you really enjoy this treatment. After you came, the whole tournament became very lively, and all kinds of big things happened every day."
"I heard from Senior Kawu that your topic alone has been discussed no less than twenty times within the alliance. You are truly a hot topic."
"It's not as good as you. Before I came, your matter was discussed repeatedly by the Sinnoh Alliance, and even started a fight at one point. Matters related to you have become a major concern."
Luther poured Misaki a cold drink and said, "We...each other."
Shijana, who had just gone shopping with Acerola, saw an exciting scene when she came back. Misaki was chatting with her master, with a faint smile and a look of nostalgia on both their faces.
In Shijana's view, Misaki was the biggest reason for her master's trip to Galar, and was also the culprit that made Sirona-senpai very sad. When her master met her, the atmosphere should have been quite heated.
But that was not the case, the conversation between the two was quite friendly.
Like good friends meeting again after a long absence, eating, drinking, and reminiscing about the past.
Passing through the invisible barrier created by Gardevoir and Darkrai, Acerola and Shijana heard the hearty laughter of Luther and Misaki.
"You said back then that you would change your hair style if you lost. But you ran away without fulfilling your promise. You owed me a bet."
After Luther finished speaking in a slightly complaining tone, Misaki stood up, brushed her long hair away with her hands, and let it dance in the wind.
This black waterfall also caught Xijana's eye.
She had never had long hair, and even her grandmother said she looked like a boy when she was roaming around all day long.
"This is not the bet I want. Where are your twin ponytails?"
"If you want to see me, I can do it now."
With that said, Misaki took out the tools from his backpack, asked the cross-shaped bat to help him, and started to do his hair.
During this period, Luther introduced Acerola and Shijana to Misaki.
"Actually, I don't need to introduce them in such detail. I have already learned about them through the championship stage. Shijana's strength is very good, Acerola is a little less good, but the Night Demon is very eye-catching."
"Acerola is not good at fighting. You may not expect her true talents." Luther pulled Acerola to his side and encouraged her with a smile.
"Oh, you also taught a disciple who doesn't focus on fighting. Tell me, what is his talent?"
Luther tapped his head: "Her head is her most valuable talent, and her intelligence is her wealth."
The ponytail on the right gradually took shape, and Misaki's attention returned to the conversation. She asked with interest: "How smart is he? It must be extraordinary to deserve such praise from you, right?"
"Is it considered powerful to be able to teach elves to humans how to write?"
Misaki was stunned: "Are you kidding?"
"The Dark Night Demon knows what you praise. He is the administrator of the Qidao Library. He takes care of the collection of books, sorts them into categories, and deals with words every day."
Seeing Luther and Misaki chatting about their own affairs, Acerola also felt a magical feeling.
However, this warm and harmonious atmosphere changed after Misaki's left ponytail improved.
"I finally got my bet. It's not easy. It's been almost four years. I thought the bet was invalid." Luther sighed.
"If you lose, you lose, and if you win, you win. I still have my gambling products."
"I remember you said back then that the reason why you keep your hair short is because long hair is very inconvenient for long-term travel."
Luther glanced at his long hair, which was tied into a ponytail, and just chuckled, but did not continue.
"I know what you want to say. Indeed, after I came to Galar, I spent less time traveling and spent more time training myself with my master."
"Which master?" Luther slowly raised his head and looked at Misaki.
Misaki looked calm and said lightly: "Alchemy Emperor."
"He appreciated my talents and was very satisfied with my performance after coming to Galar, so he began to test me and train me soon after I first set foot in Galar."
"I also admire his strength and admire his drive to work tirelessly for Galar, so I became a disciple."
After a brief silence, Luther took a sip of cold drink and said three words in a nostalgic tone.
Those were three words that were full of middle school atmosphere, which made Luther feel a little funny for a while.
These are also the three words that Luther was deeply moved after learning various inside stories.
It's a pity that the person who said these three words back then is now sitting across from me.
"Sword tester." Luther chewed the word, as if reliving a passionate past.