webnovel

Escape

Gardevoir, having been a Legendary Pokémon, couldn't possibly be seriously threatened by a small Deino.

With the enhanced Heal Bell, Deino finally regained consciousness.

It looked dazedly at the somewhat unfamiliar Shellgon in front of it, then collapsed due to pain and exhaustion.

However, its gaze towards Gardevoir remained very unfriendly.

Gardevoir, somewhat speechless, touched its nose. "Did I steal your girlfriend or something? Is this necessary?"

After a moment of confirmation, Deino finally realized that the unfamiliar figure in front of it, who looked at it with concern, was indeed its buddy. Its heart calmed down considerably.

Meanwhile, the consciousness belonging to Gardevoir (male) within Gardevoir's body urged Gardevoir to help treat the injured Deino.

Gardevoir (male) was also sympathetic. It didn't want to see its friend Shellgon get hurt, nor did it want to see Shellgon sad.

"Alright, alright, I'll treat you. Who asked us to share the same body?" Gardevoir rolled its eyes and reluctantly agreed to Gardevoir (male)'s request in its mind.

It's really unreasonable. Someone wants to fight me, and after the fight, I have to be responsible for healing them!

With these thoughts, Gardevoir reluctantly used Heal Pulse on Deino.

Gardevoir's Heal Pulse was even stronger than Yuga's Chimecho. In an instant, Deino was fully restored.

After using Heal Pulse, Gardevoir handed control of its body over to Gardevoir (male).

The main reason Gardevoir came here was that Gardevoir (male) wanted to see how Bagon was doing. Now it should be Shellgon.

Different from the strong-willed and trouble-making Gardevoir, Gardevoir (male) patiently explained to Deino why it had come here, dispelling their misunderstandings.

However, Deino's attitude towards Gardevoir (male) didn't become friendly as a result. It didn't attack Gardevoir (male) further, though, probably out of consideration for Shellgon.

In Deino's eyes, the previous Gardevoir and the current Gardevoir (male) were no different.

The conflict between Gardevoir and Deino quietly drifted away with the wind.

In the center of Verdanturf Town's alleyway.

A petite figure hiding in the shadows cautiously peered out from the wall, watching the people coming and going on the street. Then, it suddenly dashed toward a nearby trash bin. With a light leap, it jumped into the bin.

After this little guy jumped out of the trash bin, it was holding a dried-up cookie bag in its hand.

It opened the cookie bag and found a perfectly preserved cookie inside, causing it to gleefully grin. It then darted back into the alleyway.

After making sure no one was following, the little one walked along the wall's shadow, heading deeper into the alley.

"Buneary, Buneary, Buneary."

In the depths of the alley, there was a pile of miscellaneous items. The little one approached it and called out to a battered Pachirisu inside an old crate.

"Risu."

This Pachirisu's once snowy-white fur had turned greasy, and its voice sounded very weak.

Pachirisu crawled out of the crate and, upon seeing the little one holding the cookie bag, accidentally rolled out of the crate.

The little one quickly ran over, nervously helping Pachirisu up. It became evident that one of Pachirisu's legs was twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly broken, with traces of blood on its fur.

Pachirisu endured the pain in its leg and shook its head at the little one, indicating that it was okay.

The little one, relieved, raised the cookie bag it was holding and poured out the cookies to offer one to Pachirisu.

"Pachirisu."

Pachirisu looked at the cookie in the little one's hand and pointed to it, asking if it had eaten.

"Buneary, Buneary."

With shining eyes half-closed, the little one nodded repeatedly, indicating it had already eaten.

Knowing the little one's personality well, Pachirisu didn't believe it. It took the cookie from the little one, broke it in half, and handed one part back to the little one.

"Buneary, Buneary, Buneary."

Seeing this, the little one immediately shook its head, signaling that it had truly eaten already. It then pointed to Pachirisu's injured leg, suggesting that Pachirisu needed the nutrition more.

Unfazed by the little one's refusal, Pachirisu quietly held out the half-cookie with an expression that didn't allow for any objections.

The little one couldn't refuse anymore, so it silently accepted the half-cookie, its eyes welling up with tears.

"Pachirisu."

Seeing the little one take the cookie, Pachirisu nodded with satisfaction and began to savor its hard-earned piece of the treat.

As the little one wiped its cheek with its hand, some of the dirt on its face was removed, revealing that it was a young Buneary.

However, this Buneary was covered in grime, with its originally brown fur turned entirely black, and areas with more fur, like its belly and ears, even had knots.

If you didn't look carefully, it was challenging to recognize this little one as an Buneary.

Just as the two little ones were peacefully enjoying their cookies, a large Mightyena approached the alley.

The Mightyena kept sniffing, as if searching for something. When it stuck its head into the alley, its eyes instantly lit up.

"Mightyena!"

The Mightyena barked excitedly into the alley.

Pachirisu and Buneary, who were eating cookies in the depths of the alley, stopped their actions cautiously upon hearing this howl.

"Pachirisu."

Pachirisu called out to Buneary.

Buneary suddenly looked very flustered, hastily stuffed the remaining cookie into its mouth without savoring it properly, then picked up Pachirisu, who couldn't move well due to the injury, and leaped onto the high wall of the alley.

Despite Buneary's small size and stature, it had remarkable jumping abilities. Carrying Pachirisu on its back, it effortlessly vaulted onto the high wall.

When the Mightyena ran into the alley, it witnessed Buneary and Pachirisu leaping over to the other side of the wall.

"Mightyena!"

The Mightyena, growling menacingly, barked at Buneary and Pachirisu. Startled, Buneary fell from the wall onto the other side.

Nächstes Kapitel