Chapter 388

"If it's you, I believe Master Smeargle would also be very happy to see you again."

The old man's eyes were full of kindness. After taking the initiative to remove the cordon in front of Sylveon, he made a gesture of invitation.

"The master is looking for inspiration in the exhibition hall in the middle. Please come in."

"Bui!"

Sylveon nodded politely to the curator, then jumped onto the steps lightly and arrived on the second floor of the art museum.

Watching its back gradually go away, the curator showed a kind smile and walked in another direction with a hunched body.

And after he disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Brassius and Sudowoodo, who were hiding on the stairs, finally poked their heads out.

"That Sylveon is indeed an expert. Although I don't know what works it has, anyone who can be treated with such high standards by the curator must also be a distinguished guest for the Lumiose Art Museum."

"Usso!"

Brassius became more determined in his idea, and Sudowoodo was the same.

These two artist partners had only one thought in their hearts at this time—

Sneak in quietly; it would be good to learn something from Master Sylveon and Master Smeargle!

On the other side, Sylveon, walking into the exhibition hall with light steps, soon met its "enlightenment mentor."

Master Smeargle, who lived in seclusion in the Lumiose Art Museum.

"Smear..."

At this time, the master was holding its tail as a brush, outlining colorful lines on the drawing paper.

Sylveon did not disturb it, but waited quietly on the side.

As expected of a master, the paint overflowing from its tail could change at any time according to its own will.

The works painted this way had no sense of disharmony in color at all, as if they were natural works of art.

Soon, the simple coloring work was completed, and Master Smeargle put down its tail and came back to its senses from its artistic world.

Then, it turned its head and saw Sylveon, who was watching it with full anticipation.

"Smear?"

Smeargle was stunned for a moment, then soon reacted.

So that's it, is it that little Eevee that wandered into its creative area at that time?

It hadn't seen it for two months, and it had already evolved...

Watching the four ribbons growing from the top of Sylveon's head and under its neck bow, Smeargle couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion in its heart.

Compared to the Eevee at that time, its current appearance was obviously more suitable for creation; the effect formed by the cooperation of the four ribbons might not be worse than its tail, which was born for painting!

At the same time, it also soon noticed the thin drawing paper wrapped around Sylveon's ribbons.

"Bui!"

Master, Master, I've painted a few pictures recently that I think are pretty good!

Sylveon let out a sharp cry, seemingly inviting Master Smeargle to comment on its work.

"Smear?"

Smeargle was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take the drawing paper sent by Sylveon with its ribbons.

Although teaching Eevee Sketch at that time was just an unintentional act, it seemed that this Sylveon had remembered it until now.

In a sense, it could also be considered its guide on the artistic path, right?

Thinking of this, Smeargle's eyes gradually became soft.

Although Sylveon might not know it, it was precisely because it saw Eevee, who carried a heart of innocence, that it had the idea of painting again.

Now that it could be active on the front line of the art world again, and even surpass its former self to a higher level, it was actually thanks to Sylveon.

Since that's the case, then as a teacher, I will take professional comments as a gift of gratitude!

After Smeargle made a decision in its heart, it soon turned its gaze to the two works painted by Sylveon in its hands.

Then, it was stunned immediately.

It wasn't that Sylveon's talent in painting was very high; after all, Smeargle was a master, and it had definitely seen many geniuses in the art world.

Sylveon's painting was a very simple realistic style; although you could see its love for painting, to put it less politely, it had no characteristics.

Of course, that was just its technique itself.

If you want to talk about the biggest feature of these two paintings, it was of course the subject Sylveon chose to sketch...

The first one was a giant bear with a terrifying aura all over its body, its body hair standing on end and spreading out; the soul-stirring eye contact made Smeargle's body shake instantly, and it subconsciously looked away.

It was painted as if it were real...

Master Smeargle looked at the painting in its hand again; besides this terrifying giant bear, the surrounding scene also seemed a bit strange.

Why was there a dynamic-like red mist around this bear, and the moon in the sky had also turned scarlet? It obviously had an ominous feeling.

Smeargle's heart rang with alarm bells, and it was preparing to look away.

However, the moment it blinked, it suddenly found that the scene around it had changed.

The interior of the building, which was mainly white and cold in tone, had disappeared, and it was surrounded by incredibly silent dark grass.

Red moonlight fell straight from the sky, and the mist emanating from the surrounding lakes also quickly turned into a chilling scarlet.

"Smear?!"

Smeargle was stunned.

What is this???

How did it enter the world inside the painting just by taking a look at Sylveon's painting?

Did painting have such magical power?

Countless questions smashed down like rolling stones, making Smeargle's brain a bit dull.

Then, the last question is—

Since it had entered this painting, the terrifying giant bear in the painting should also be nearby, right?

Thinking of this, Smeargle swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

Afterward, it suddenly felt a chill behind its back and looked back subconsciously.

A giant bear standing on two legs, most of its skin covered by hard gray mud, staring straight at it with a pair of different-colored eyes, had appeared in front of it at some point.

"Roar!"

The giant bear immediately opened its huge mouth, and the scarlet moonlight instantly turned into strands of energy, concentrating in the red disc on top of its head.

A violent force exploded instantly, making Smeargle close its eyes subconsciously, its heartbeat already approaching its limit.

If it were hit by this move, it would definitely die, right!

"Bui?"

The confused voice of Eevee came from its ear, which made Master Smeargle open its eyes suddenly.

It was still the familiar golden and brilliant exhibition hall, as if everything just now was just an illusion it had experienced.

If its back hadn't been soaked with sweat, Smeargle might have believed it.

"Smear..."

Smeargle's expression became incredibly complex, and it subconsciously reached out to wipe the cold sweat on its forehead.

No...

There must be something wrong with this Sylveon's painting!

Pulling the audience into the world of the painting, is this something that sketching can do?

Had art progressed to this level? Why didn't it, a pioneer in the art field, know about it at all?

Smeargle sighed and looked at Sylveon, who was watching it with expectant eyes.

"Smear..."

It soon shook its head and returned both paintings to Sylveon.

Although it hadn't seen the other one yet, there was no need to, right?

Master Smeargle was afraid that its little heart couldn't bear it.

Although it didn't know where Sylveon learned this painting technique, one thing was clear:

Others or Pokémon should not be able to learn it at all; it completely belonged to Sylveon's exclusive secret recipe!

Compared to Sylveon, it, the master, seemed to have only a name without the reality...

Child, you are invincible; why don't you be the master!

"Bui?"

Watching Master Smeargle, who lowered its head and shook its head and sighed for some reason, Sylveon's originally excited mood was like being poured with a basin of cold water, and it instantly fell.

As expected, was that big guy not enough to catch Master Smeargle's eye?

As expected of Master Smeargle, it seems that it can only find a way to paint that dragon soaring in the sky to make the master feel satisfied...

Sylveon thought so in its heart.

After Sylveon visited the Lumiose Art Museum, Master Smeargle, who was active on the front line again, soon announced that it would take a break for a period of time, on the grounds that it needed to continue to improve its painting skills.

Also because of this, Master Smeargle rejected Brassius's invitation to meet.

But regarding this, Brassius, who had the good fortune to witness (peep) its interaction with that Sylveon, expressed understanding.

"As expected, that Sylveon is also a master-level artist, right? Just one painting was enough to let Master Smeargle break through the bottleneck and find a new direction for its creation again!"

"Usso!"

Brassius looked at his Sudowoodo, and these two soul-resonating companions had only one thought in their hearts at this time—

"If we can find that Master Sylveon and learn even a little bit from it, it would be great!"

Regarding what happened in the Kalos region, Qingyu and the returning Sylveon didn't know anything at all.

This long-lost journey also profoundly affected Sylveon—

It had already made a decision in its heart that it must paint that perfect dragon!