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If you want to enter a spiritual domain that has not yet fully merged with the physical world, you only need to access it through designated 'space nodes'.
Of course, the prerequisite is that you can withstand the spatial turbulence and storms within the node, otherwise attempting entry becomes suicide.
However, if you want to exit an unintegrated spiritual domain, the process becomes considerably more troublesome. You must travel to the boundary of the spiritual domain and use powerful moves to break through the spatial barrier.
Roy knocked against the boundary of the spiritual space, hearing a distinct "ding, ding, ding" sound, which felt somewhat like striking a layer of hardened glass.
But this layer of 'glass' was so incredibly hard that even military-grade artillery shells couldn't penetrate it.
"Probably requires a finishing move above professional rank..." Roy evaluated carefully.
The so-called finishing move represents the strongest attack of a Professional-level Pokemon, similar to ultimate techniques like 'Blizzard'.
Using the military move assessment devices seen in previous tournaments for evaluation, at least 1,100 points would be required.
No wonder only Professional-level Trainers are permitted to explore spiritual realms.
Not only because spiritual realms are extremely dangerous, but also because, if you don't possess even Professional-level combat power, you won't be able to escape, and can only be forced to perish inside.
The Tree of Beginning spiritual domain was relatively benign, as the Pokemon within it weren't like Pokemon in other dangerous areas who, for unknown reasons, had fallen into frenzied states.
This particular point had aroused widespread heated discussion in the outside world.
Why don't the Pokemon in the Tree of Beginning's spiritual domain go berserk?
Alliance researchers came to question Roy about this phenomenon, and after thorough verification, the Alliance soon discovered a unique characteristic.
The resource availability problem.
The biggest difference between the Tree of Beginning spiritual domain and other incompletely integrated spiritual domains was that in the Tree of Beginning spiritual domain, all resources were transformed by the Tree of Beginning itself, representing natural growth.
With the Tree of Beginning as their provider, the Pokemon there experienced no shortage of resources.
Therefore, the researchers internally proposed two possible explanations.
The first possibility.
Because there was no resource scarcity, Pokemon could survive without fighting, so there was no mechanism to trigger violent behavior.
Such researchers believed that ferocity represented a self-protection mechanism created by Pokemon populations in order to survive.
The second possibility.
The naturally grown food of incompletely integrated spiritual domains contained some unhealthy substances... or in other words, contained some kind of 'toxin'.
These researchers thought that the violent changes were caused by the effects of this unknown toxin.
Only a few Pokemon were immune to this particular 'toxin'.
There were many supporters of both theories, engaging in discussions, arguments, and research with each other.
That unreliable Mew didn't even come to see them off... Roy said with mild annoyance:
"Mimikyu, break it."
Following the instruction, Mimikyu emerged from the shadows, condensing Shadow Claw burning with 'Dark Flame'.
The ghostly claw casually struck toward the boundary space barrier with tremendous force!
Clang—!
The space proved as fragile as a mirror, shattering apart.
Through the broken rift, what greeted their sight was a dark world.
As well as...
"Whoosh!"
The turbulent flow of space blew outward from the gap.
Roy lowered the brim of his hat to prevent it from falling off, and said with a smile: "Your Sage Arts are becoming more and more proficient."
"Kyu."
Mimikyu straightened up proudly, as if it had arms to place on its hips.
Hmph! And rightfully so.
Because of mastering the high-level energy of 'Sage Arts,' Mimikyu's Ghost-type abilities far exceeded those of its peers.
The space barrier that required a 'finishing move' to break through was so vulnerable before its power.
Certainly.
Since Mimikyu was only in the Professional accumulation stage and hadn't raised its ability values to the absolute limit, it still wasn't quite 'Master level'.
"Let's go!"
After Roy finished speaking, Ghost energy immediately flowed out from beneath Mimikyu's painted fabric disguise, covering his entire body. He took a deep breath and jumped into the crack.
Soon afterward.
The self-recovery function of the spiritual domain repaired the broken space barriers and restored them to their original state.
In the now-deserted forest, the farewell calls of phantom Pokemon echoed.
Four months ago, when he first entered the spirit realm, Roy had been knocked unconscious by spatial turbulence even though he was protected by layers of barriers from Lucario, Blastoise, and Mimikyu.
If it had been any other non-Professional trainers, they would probably have died there.
But now.
Just relying on the energy barrier supported by Mimikyu alone, he perfectly resisted the turbulent spatial flow.
This passage through the spiritual realm proceeded without any incidents throughout the entire process.
In the pitch-black darkness, Roy's body drifted toward the 'exit' at high speed, driven by the turbulent currents.
About thirty seconds later, Roy's eyes were filled with light, and his body felt the existence of gravity once again.
Roy looked around curiously.
The space node he had descended through before was located in mid-air not far from the 'Battle Tower,' affecting everything in the surrounding area.
Logically speaking, after emerging, Roy should appear in mid-air.
However, the Alliance wouldn't allow 'space nodes' to be exposed to the outside world like that, and had established heavily guarded towers very early on to control space nodes.
Moreover, there were several space nodes, and the exit where Roy emerged wasn't necessarily the one in Europe.
Just like now...
"Who goes there?!"
Eight soldiers in specialized combat uniforms pointed their weapons at Roy.
Not only that, but more than twenty Pyroar beside them showed expressions of wariness simultaneously.
"Kyu—!" Mimikyu growled low, issuing a warning, and powerful killing intent spread from its small form.
"Calm down."
Roy extended his hand to appease Mimikyu, knowing this represented a normal security review process.
Those who emerged from space nodes might be powerful wild Pokemon or poachers.
As spiritual realms continued to 'integrate,' new space nodes would appear in the outside world. If officials didn't detect them immediately, it would give poachers opportunities to sneak into spiritual realms.
The soldier maintained his alert posture and said:
"Please report your Trainer ID, or show other identification."
Unfortunately, he was speaking German and Roy couldn't understand.
But guessing could reveal the other party's meaning. With a thought, Roy conveyed his ID through Aura.
Soon, the verification passed.
Legal entrant confirmed.
The soldiers immediately lowered their weapons and saluted.
This represented both an apology and a gesture of respect.
The Pyroar also sat down immediately, bowing their heads politely.
In European regions, Pyroar tribes were chosen as police Pokemon.
So-called police Pokemon were Pokemon raised, bred, and distributed by the state to law enforcement officers everywhere.
Strong sense of justice, excellent protective awareness, skilled at teamwork and search operations.
Police Pokemon varied from place to place.
Police Pokemon in Asia, including China, preferred the 'Growlithe' family.
And China was known as the origin of 'Growlithe.' The Growlithe in other Asian countries were all migrated and purchased from China.
Roy walked out of the control area, only then realizing he had emerged at the space node in Berlin.
He hadn't connected to the internet for several months. Although Roy's cell phone had battery power, it couldn't be used due to unpaid bills. Borrowing a phone from the soldiers at the gate of the control area, Roy dialed Cole's number from memory.
"Uncle Cole, it's me," Roy said.
"Ha, you finally came out," Cole smiled and said. "I thought you forgot about time and was about to go in and call for you."
The two chatted for a while, and Roy reported his current location.
Soon, a military helicopter appeared in the sky and dropped a retractable rope toward Roy.
Well...
Roy, who could fly up directly using his abilities, was momentarily stunned, thinking that he shouldn't embarrass everyone.
He grasped the rope with one hand and placed his foot on the handle at the rope's end.
The rope shortened, pulling Roy upward.
After boarding the aircraft, Cole patted him on the shoulder, jokingly saying: "You're finally returning to China. This is the first time I've accepted this kind of escort mission where I can't see the protection target for several months."
"Isn't it nice to travel at government expense for a few months?" Roy asked rhetorically.
"Don't talk nonsense, you're defaming civil servants," Cole straightened his expression.
Looking at each other for a few seconds, both burst out laughing simultaneously.
Pretty childish behavior.
The happiness of men was that simple.
Along the way, Roy, who had no contact with the outside world for several months, asked Cole to pay his phone bill first, and finally became connected to the world again.
"Finally able to browse online."
Before becoming a trainer, Roy couldn't imagine how he would spend his life without internet access.
Roy browsed various websites, logged into social platforms, and some internal forums that only trainers could access, finally getting a general understanding of what had happened in recent months.
In the past few months, the biggest global event visible to the outside world was news from the 'Alola Spiritual Realm.'
Islands Challenge Trials.
Only Professional trainers under twenty-five years of age could participate.
It maintained the same standards as the European Junior Championships, and was also only open to 'prodigies.'
Those who passed the trials would become "Island Kahunas" in the words of the guardian spirits.
This was just a different title; in fact, the so-called Island Kahuna was equivalent to an "emissary."
An opportunity to become a noble 'Divine Emissary' was placed before everyone's eyes, causing tremendous excitement.
However, the extremely harsh participation conditions caused many people to complain and sparked a wave of protests.
The atmosphere was tense and cold—when would ordinary people get their chance?
In desperation, officials could only reveal that these were conditions proposed by the guardian spirits themselves.
The people fell silent immediately.
Looking at his phone, Roy murmured:
"In October, those who meet the requirements can register upon arriving at the Hawaiian Islands. There's no upper limit on participant numbers..."
This represented another major opportunity for trainers worldwide, and Roy wondered if he should consider participating. His recent training at the Tree of Beginning had elevated his team's capabilities significantly, and this might be the perfect chance to test their newfound strength against other elite trainers from around the globe.