The Girl Who Grew Up with Dragons

Xia Yan shook out his hand.

There were certainly humans in the Pokémon World whose physical training allowed them to rival Pokémon.

For example, Bruno, the future Fighting-type Elite Four of the Kanto Region, was someone who could take on Pokémon with his bare body.

Even Pokémon that were a little weaker were no match for him.

Then there was Chuck, the Gym Leader of Cianwood City in the Johto Region, who was likewise a Trainer capable of sparring with Fighting-type Pokémon.

But without exception, they had all trained relentlessly over many years. Their bulging muscles alone were enough to intimidate plenty of people.

The girl before him, however, might have looked disheveled, but her thin arms and legs were still obvious.

It was hard to imagine that she possessed such tremendous strength.

"You still haven't told me your name." Only after the sharp pain in his palm gradually faded did Xia Yan finally ask.

The girl tilted her head.

"My name?"

Then, as if by instinct, she looked at Kommo-o, and her eyes lit up.

"It always calls me Little One."

"Little One." Xia Yan smacked his lips.

Well.

The name certainly suited her appearance, though not quite her strength.

"Roar—"

Kommo-o let out a low growl.

The girl suddenly nodded in realization. "Awu said I'm supposed to be called Ono."

"Awu?"

Xia Yan looked at Kommo-o. Was that the name the girl had given it?

He was not surprised that the girl could understand Kommo-o.

After all, he could understand his own Pokémon as well. Once their bond was strong enough, it was not difficult to understand what they meant, especially since he was a Psychic.

"That's right. Awu is my best friend."

As she spoke, Ono stood up, and Kommo-o stepped aside as well.

Only then did