Bottom Trainer (Pokemon)

Late autumn.

Withered and yellow leaves swirled down from the sky, adding color to the rough streets.

In the dark alley somewhere in Saffron City.

In the messy garbage heap, in the filthy dirty that freely, there is a scrawny figure.

Haggard faces, tattered clothes, and bare feet covered in mud.

The figure was silent, as if the heartbeat had been silent.

With a red and white ball in his chest.

Suddenly.

The figure's eyelids flickered, and he sat up suddenly from the ground with a rapid panting.

The eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray fog were full of confusion, and gradually became clear.

Memories comes like flowing water, wantonly impacting consciousness.

Sit for a while.

Only then did he gradually understand his situation.

His name is Natsu. He was born in a poor family in Saffron City. His parents died early due to overwork. .

Since birth, he has only one goal, to live.

And now, the original Natsu died, and woke up again as different person, the person from a distant world.

"I, still alive?" with disbelief.

He looked down.

The dirt between the fingers, the ribs that can be seen, and the Poké Ball in the hand that was a little stiff.

Through the clear red glass, a petite Yellow figure can be seen.

"Pokémon."

Tik tik.

The sky suddenly drizzled, casting a veil on the whole city.

The raindrops slapped his thin body, and the ice cold penetrated into his bone marrow, bit by bit taking away the remaining body temperature.

A biting chill engulfed consciousness.

Natsu felt a cramp in his stomach and dry lips.

Compared to these, the bone-chilling coldness is what worries him most.

He stretched out his hand, took some rainwater and sent it to his mouth, which relieved the dry mouth a little.

"I can't go on like this. I need food, shelter, and warm clothes."

Natsu knows exactly where he is now.

The weak body can't stand any at all.

Even if it's just rain.

"Big bro, that kid just ran here"

Suddenly.

A small voice passed through the thin rain curtain and entered Natsu's ears.

It was just a few quick footsteps.

Natsu squinted, propped his knees hard, and staggered to his feet, the soles of his feet gradually lost feeling and becoming stiff.

Under the rain curtain, three figures from far away.

Da da da.

Footsteps sounded from the rain.

Quickly appeared in front of Natsu.

The leader was a fierce-looking man with a ferocious scar on his face, and his ferocious eyes seemed to eat people.

Greed becomes unstoppable when swept eyes land on the Poké Ball in Natsu's hands.

"Big bro, that's him!" The child next to the scarred man looked arrogant and pointed at Natsu, his long and narrow eyes flashing, and the depths of his eyes were also full of greeding.

Scar, the man Natsu knows.

He is a gangster who roams this street. Because of his vicious and arrogant behavior, he is regarded as the leader of some gangsters.

But at the end of the day, he's just one of the bottom people in Saffron City.

The only way to change fortunes for the bottom poeple is to get a Pokémon and enter the Trainer business.

Trainer is the mainstream of this world.

And Pokémon is the hardest fist in the world.

Without Pokémon, they're always just a bunch of people fighting to survive.

And now, Natsu has a Poké Ball in his hands!

Ka Ka

Scar clenched his fists and walked towards Natsu with fierce eyes.

With his current weak body, he wouldn't stand any punches.

No words,

For people like them, whether they are fighting for land or food, their fists are the truth.

Natsu knows this.

Watching Scar getting closer, he tightened the Poké Ball in his hand.

This Poké Ball is a hot potato, but it's also an opportunity to change his fate, and it's the only thing he can rely on right now.

His mouth was slightly open, and taking a breath, the stinking air was sucked straight into the nose.

Hold breath.

Enjoying the burning pain in his lungs.

And pressed the button on the Poké Ball, along with a red light, the Poké Ball opens, a petite and earthy Yellow, with a segmented body, spikes on the head and tail, and Pokemon like gastropoded worm appear between the two.

Weedle.

A very common Pokémon.

For Trainer, it is synonymous with weak, and for ordinary people, they live in groups and are poisonous, and they are the existences that cannot be provoked in the forest.

Such a weak Pokémon is not even as big as Scar's fist, and it is not popular with the Trainers, but it has become a fragrant bun in the eyes of these low-level residents.

Seeing Weedle, Scar startled at first, but quickly overshadowed by greed.

Desires can distort a person's perception.

"Do you know what a Pokémon this is? Do you know how to command a Pokémon?"

His expression was tyrannical and his voice was harsh.

A Trainer is not only a person who has Pokémon, but also needs corresponding theoretical knowledge, understands Pokémon's abilities, habits, and personality, and knows how to command them to fight and exert their due strength.

In the Scar's eyes, people like Natsu have almost exhausted all their energy just by living, how can it be possible to understand Pokémon, let alone command Pokémon to fight.

Even if it's only a very common Weedle.

Natsu's face was cold.

Through the memory of his predecessor, he already understood that this world is indeed the Pokémon world, but it is not the utopian Pokémon world that he had in his mind.

Here, human beings are buried in the mouth of the vicious Pokémon, and it is not a few that cherish Pokémon as the food on the human table.

There is no absolute friendship between people.

In his previous life, he was not a good person. He had experienced social beatings and was well aware of the ugliness of human nature, so he quickly adapted to the current situation.

"Weedle, String Shot," Natsu said coldly, his voice weak but firm.

Hearing his order, Weedle froze for a moment, then turned to look for the source of the sound.

Weedlevs eyes met Natsu's unquestionable gaze.

His body trembled slightly.

Scar startled at first, but when he saw Weedle's reaction, his smile became more cruel.

Take big strides and rushed up.

Scar's fist got closer.

But Natsu stood still, or couldn't move, just commanded again:

"String Shot!"

ssss-

Suddenly.

When Scar's fist was only a few inches away from his face, a white seemingly thin thread quickly popped out and wrapped around the fist.

Scar surprised.

He wanted to continue to exert force, but found that the silk thread spit out by Weedle wrapped tightly around his fist, making it difficult to continue to move quickly.

Natsu took a step back, and his voice came again.

"Weedle, Poison Sting."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sharp corners on Weedle's head lit up with a purple halo, and several small Poison Stings glowing with cold light shot out, submerging into the Scar's hand.

In an instant, Scar's face turned red, and beads of sweat the size of beans burst out from his forehead, his hand hitting Poison Sting, and circles of purple quickly spread and swelled.

Poisoned.

The poison spread rapidly, and Scar staggered, kneeling in front of Natsu.

With Weedle's current ability and poison, he won't die, but he will lose his mobility.

Seeing this, the two behind him, immediately ran.

But they heard Natsu's lingering voice, "Run?"

The two stopped abruptly, turned around stiffly, and looked flattering.

"big brother, this..."

"Yes, thi...

Before them could finish speaking, Natsu interrupted, "money, food, clothes, or death, choose one. ."

His frail body reveals an unquestionable coldness.

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(end of this chapter)