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Arthur was in the tower shrouded in white mist, his gaze occasionally falling on the silent and peculiar Matsumoto. He noticed that Matsumoto seemed to be constantly twisting his head nervously, sometimes looking towards a dark corner in the distance, as if searching for or paying attention to something invisible. This behavior puzzled Arthur, and he was unsure whether it was simply due to the anxiety of old age that Matsumoto brought, or if there was some hidden secret in Matsumoto's heart.
Arthur's doubts continued to accumulate, and he began to suspect whether Matsumoto was really as simple as he appeared on the surface. Perhaps beneath the facade of this old officer, there was a complex story that he did not know. Arthur furrowed his brow slightly, feeling an increasing sense of unease. Although he respected Matsumoto, in this mysterious and unpredictable environment, any subtle anomaly could be the key to unraveling the mystery.
Arthur decided to stay alert while also considering whether there was an opportunity to further inquire about Matsumoto's views and feelings on the Pokemon Tower, perhaps uncovering some hidden truths.
On the seventh floor of the Pokemon Tower, Matsumoto leaned against the wall, panting, showing signs of fatigue. He asked Master Yuan Yi, "Ah... Master Yuan Yi, may I ask how much further we need to climb?" His voice carried weariness and confusion. Arthur also felt the drain on his stamina as they ascended the staircase shrouded in white mist, each step feeling heavier than the last.
Master Yuan Yi walked slowly out of the white mist, his steps steady and unhurried, seemingly unaffected by the stairs. Arthur also stopped in his tracks, feeling curious, and asked Master Yuan Yi, "Yes, Master, you mentioned earlier that the second to ninth floors are where magical treasures are buried. Where are we going now?"
Looking at Matsumoto and Arthur, Master Yuan Yi's expression remained inscrutable. He slowly said, "The Pokemon Tower is not just a burial place; it holds deeper meanings and secrets. If you want to understand the truth here, you need to personally experience each layer, feel the atmosphere and secrets within."
On the seventh floor of the Pokemon Tower, Officer Matsumoto seemed to have reached his limit. He shook his head, his tone revealing fatigue and helplessness: "Master Yuan Yi, I can't go on. If I go further up, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on. Coincidentally, my Pokémon is also buried on this floor, so I'll take the opportunity to visit my Pokémon here."
Arthur, upon hearing this, showed a displeased expression on his face. He secretly complained in his heart, thinking that Officer Matsumoto was deserting in the face of the enemy. However, when he turned to look at Matsumoto, he found a deep sorrow and pleading in the old officer's eyes. It was a kind of nostalgia for the past, perhaps a deep longing for the departed Pokémon. Arthur's mood softened slightly, and he realized that for the elderly Matsumoto, such climbing was indeed a challenge.
Arthur didn't say anything more, just nodded to indicate his understanding. He turned to look at Master Yuan Yi, signaling that he would continue to follow the master to explore the secrets of the tower. Matsumoto, on the other hand, stayed on the seventh floor, quietly gazing in the direction where his buried Pokémon lay, his face filled with deep sorrow.
After observing Matsumoto's reaction, Master Yuan Yi's eyes seemed to reveal a profound understanding and sharpness. He silently gazed at Matsumoto, as if his eyes could see into his heart, penetrating his secrets and struggles. Then, the master nodded, with a mysterious expression, and said in a deep and powerful voice, "I hope you can find the peace you seek here."
Matsumoto listened to these words without saying much, just nodding silently with a hint of solemnity and emotion in his expression. He slowly walked into the deep white mist on the seventh floor, his figure gradually swallowed by the thick fog, as if disappearing into the river of time.
Arthur stood in place, watching Officer Matsumoto's figure gradually blur. A hint of worry and doubt rose in his heart. He was not clear about the secret in Officer Matsumoto's heart, but from Master Yuan Yi's words and Matsumoto's reaction, he could sense a profound emotional fluctuation. Arthur silently prayed in his heart, hoping that Matsumoto could find the comfort and liberation he sought in this mysterious and sorrowful tower.
Arthur listened to Master Yuan Yi's words, refocused his mind, and continued to follow him towards the higher levels of the Pokemon Tower. Their footsteps echoed on the ancient stone steps, and as they ascended, Arthur's breathing became increasingly rapid. In the process of climbing, he couldn't help but ask, "How many floors do we have to climb?"
Master Yuan Yi, still looking relaxed and composed, replied, "Ten floors, which is the top floor." His tone was calm, as if discussing a very ordinary matter.
Arthur felt curious and further inquired, "The tenth floor? Is there anything special there?" His heart was filled with curiosity about the top level of this mysterious tower.
Master Yuan Yi began to explain the special nature of the tenth floor as they walked. His tone was calm and deep as he said, "The tenth floor is not just the highest point of this tower, it is also an altar, a sacred place dedicated to the beliefs of various people. It gathers the strength of different cultures and faiths, and is the place where we hold various ceremonies."
His words revealed a kind of respect and reverence for this sacred space. As Arthur listened, his curiosity and awe continued to grow. Master Yuan Yi continued, "This altar is a symbol of the culture and beliefs of Lavender Town and the entire region. Here, we communicate with the souls of Pokémon and perform the most sacred rituals. These rituals are not only a tribute to the deceased Pokémon, but also to help the living find spiritual comfort."
As they walked, the atmosphere around them gradually became more mysterious and eerie, with white mist rolling inside the tower, as if hiding secrets of a thousand years. Arthur felt a strange chill, and his heartbeat involuntarily quickened. As they approached the tenth floor step by step, Arthur's thoughts fluctuated between curiosity, awe, and nervousness.
Master Yuan Yi's steps are still steady, as if he is guiding Arthur into a whole new, unknown world.
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