There are 890 types of Pokémon in this world.
From Kanto to Galar, from the plains to the snow-capped mountains, almost all Pokémon cannot escape the same fate - being tamed by the elf ball and becoming a trainer's warrior, partner, or performer in a gorgeous competition.
But Riolu didn't accept it.
It has seen how the light in the eyes of abandoned Pokémon goes out, and has also felt the joy of the wind in the wilderness passing through its hair. It knows that besides the cycle of training, fighting, and conquering, there is another way to live.
"What I'm looking for is not a master, but a partner to walk this road with."
So, a blue figure went on the road alone. It will travel through unfamiliar lands in search of fellow travelers who share the same beliefs as it does.
In this world, can it escape the fate of being "tamed"?
Perhaps, from the moment it took the first step, its destiny has been rewritten.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
