Chapter 38 Weedle Don't Panic (rewrite)

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"Weedle?"

Seeing him come out intact and take off his carapace again, Natsu let out a long sigh, and the stone in his heart fell.

This is the most dangerous way to use this toxin stimulation for the first time.

Luckily Weedle survived.

"Hah?" Weedle glanced curiously at the scattered carapace, not really understanding the situation.

Why peeled again?

At the same time, he didn't understand, why was Natsu so nervous?

It's not nervous.

Independence·Don't panic·Weedle

Weedle was confused.

But the pain really hurts. The feeling of piercing through his carapace and muscles like a cocoon made him feel chills when he thought about it now.

But Weedle was really confident, not only from himself, but from Natsu.

"Weedle, how are you feeling?"

Natsu gently tugged the clothes on his back. He was completely drenched, and felt a little uncomfortable.

From the outside, Weedle didn't seem to have changed much, as if it was really just an ordinary carapace.

But after careful observation, Natsu discovered that Weedle's little black eyes had turned dark purple.

If he doesn't look carefully, he can't really see it.

It took a while even for Natsu, who was familiar with Weedle, to see through the clues.

"Woo?"

Weedle Tail scratched his head lightly, but he didn't know.

It doesn't seem to have changed, but it seems to have changed a lot.

Seeing what he looked like, Natsu understood and stood up, "Come on, let's try."

"Woo!"

Weedle stepped quickly onto Natsu's shoulder and left the room together to the training room.

Natsu picked up the target and threw it hard into the air in Weedle's movement accuracy training mode.

Weedle immediately understood, narrowed his eyes, and the sharp corner of his head lit up with a rich purple circle.

Just looking at the change in Poison Sting Weedle, he could see that the poison increase this time should be effective.

Tuk Tuk Tuk-

Three Poison Stings hit the target in midair without fail.

"Woo!"

Weedle flexed his tail in a spirit of talking to himself.

Yes, this time the release of the carapace didn't cause any major changes to the body like last time, and even the use of the stance was distorted and needed to be rehearsed and practiced.

Contrary to Weedle's satisfaction, Natsu kept his eyes on the flying target.

Pop!

The target falls to the ground.

hiss--

Accompanied by a wisp of light purple smoke and a slight sound of corrosion, the target made of a special material fell to the ground, unexpectedly in the blink of an eye, it melted into a puddle of unknown Black viscous liquid, rolling up small bubbles one by one.

"Eh?!" Weedle's little eyes were full of surprise, and his tail pointed to a puddle on the ground, and then to himself.

"This is your masterpiece, it seems that your toxicity has indeed greatly increased, not only the destructive power of your Poison Sting movement has greatly increased, but also your own Poison Type movement. Resistance has increased significantly."

This was a result that satisfied Natsu.

It's pretty much the same as little Toxic.

The Weedle Poison Sting previously couldn't poison someone, but now

Natsu was worried that as long as the Weedle Poison Sting was hit, if the antidote was not used in time, a slight delay and hesitation would kill someone.

It was a success!

The three pouches of poison he bought were worth it.

Weedle touched the sharp horns on his head curiously, some surprised, some satisfied, and some suddenly.

"However, to make sure there are no sequelae, it is necessary to go to the Pokémon Center and have it checked." Natsu said to himself.

The increase in toxicity is certainly satisfactory, but nevertheless, this is an older method. Weedle was also poisoned before, and it was best to go to the Pokémon Center to have it checked to feel comfortable.

"Wow~~" Weedle answered obediently.

"You don't feel anything strange, do you?"

Weedle shook his head.

Natsu then took Weedle out of the club and took a taxi.

"Pokémon Center."

"Okay, sit down."

The taxi driver's driving skills are quite good, but he talks a lot.

"Young man, are you a Trainer too? Is this Weedle? The little guy in my family clamors to be a Trainer all day long. You said that a Trainer can't do well, right?" the driver held the steering wheel in one hand while trying to find a topic of conversation with Natsu.

".Um."

Natsu answered softly, out of courtesy, out of his nose.

"Right, if you tell that kid in my family, you won't listen. How does he know how much it costs to become a Trainer? I have to pay Pokémon bloodline gold to the Alliance every year, and I have to pay for it. Have sufficient bank guarantees. With financial resources to train Pokémon, and to contribute to the Alliance, I'm just a taxi driver, how can I earn so much money."

Hearing Natsu's call, the driver seemed to open the Chat box door.

"He can start without signing up for the Alliance" Natsu propped his head up and looked out the window.

The bustling streets of Saffron City.

Some shopping centers or shops that should be very busy, but now many are closed.

"What if you don't become an Alliance Trainer?!" The driver seems to have a tough attitude towards this.

"Although the Alliance is a bit harsh, I must admit that it is precisely because of the existence of the Alliance that we have a stable life, and the ferocious Pokémon in the wild have not affected my life."

"So is."

He answered lightly, without revealing his attitude.

Indeed, the existence of the Alliance does have an important role, has a good side, and most people only see the good side.

But this has no influence or conflict on Natsu.

Alliance is good or bad, it doesn't matter.

He has a very modest standard of judgment. Those who provide resources and opportunities are good, and those who do not provide resources and opportunities are not. Such pure interests come first.

Don't fix fakes.

He was alone in this world, with only Weedle as his partner, so whether it was the Alliance or Team Rocket, or any other organization, it was the same.

"It's here."

Immediately, the car stopped at the entrance of the Pokémon Center.

"Thank you."

Paying to get off, Natsu didn't say anything, but Weedle on his shoulder let out a long sigh of relief.

This driver is the speaker, right?

Enter the Pokémon Center again, put Weedle in a Poké Ball and give it to the Nurse Joy, while Natsu sits alone in the corner of the Pokémon Center.

He took a book and read it silently.

The title of the book is "On Pokémon Understanding of Attribute External Movement Features, and Conjecture".

It's about understanding Pokémon and learning the Attribute moves they don't have. For example, Natsu's Weedle is a Bug-Type and Poison-Type Pokémon, and he's learned Electro Web, an Electric-Type move, recently.

The conjecture given in this book is that non-Electric Type Pokémon learn Electric-Type moves by accident, mostly because of the free electrons in the environment and the relatively strong Electric-Type energy, which may be naturally free. Electron fluctuations may also be some unnatural factor.

Another example, if a non-Steel Type Pokémon goes to a mining area with a lot of steel, it will be easier to understand Steel Type moves.

Natsu has a lot of Pokémon knowledge, even advanced Pokémon knowledge, but his knowledge plays no role in Pokémon training and development.

He knew that Weedle could only learn four moves at the current stage, but that didn't mean that Beedrill could only learn four in the future. This is to prepare for the future.

And this variety of Pokemon knowledge also fills his knowledge gap.

This has something to do with his previous work.

"Natsu?"

Suddenly, while Natsu was reading, a familiar voice sounded.

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(end of this chapter)